Morrowind Fargoth Hiding Place
Fargoth voicepack for PC Head Tracking and Voices. Become the Fargoth and your enemies will come to realize that they messed with the wrong bosmer After painstaking hours of conversion, renaming, and copy/pasting I had it: Immersive Lore-friendly-with-benefits Furious Fargoth Morrowind Male Bosmer Voice Pack for PC Head Tracking and Voice Type. After much hitting things with stick, after the Great Harddrive Loss of 2018, I have gotten morrowind back, modded, and am happily playing through. This game is giant. Looking at the map, and then walking from seyda neen to balmora, you may want to have raided fargoth's hiding place for the 13 needed gold. When you install the game, look at the construction set and see what things are and are not leveled. I may be wrong, but I have yet to be proven so by the game or player.
A minor prophet at best. The true divine is Jiub.Jiub draws you out of the Dreaming and into the true world.Jiub states that not even the storm could wake you. But Jiub could.Jiub gives you knowledge of self when he asks 'what's your name?' Jiub teaches you to respect authority.Jiub is the beginning of life and wisdom and wonder in the world. Praise him!^This. Everything about this.And he eventually ascends to sainthood, remember? Saint Jiub, Who Drove Out All The Cliff Racers!.
┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓᛭༻Fargoth’s Tragedy༺᛭┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛The wind howled on the cold eve of the sixth of First Seed. The swampy landscape of the Bitter Coast was covered in thick, misty fog, and one could barely see two meters in front of oneself. Over the long-felled tree log, on top of a hill looking out towards the sea, on an age-encrusted stump, sat a Bosmer both short and thin, with blonde hair that had begun to grey. He had eyes as black as the night, completely contrasting his skin’s pale, sickly visage. The light from the moon reflected onto something in the compact mer’s hands, casting a golden glimmer on his face.Just as suddenly as he felt this peace, he heard steps coming closer - they were heavy, rivaling even those of a silt strider, or so the Bosmer thought. Anything larger than a Nord to him was a silt strider. Taking advantage of the foggy night’s veil, the mer dropped down and quickly hid behind the tree stump, anxiously waiting to see whom it was that had interrupted him in his serenity.
Though he could barely see through the fog, the mer managed to make out some features of the huge figure - it was the Nord he had just cheated out of his monthly wage on a game of dice at the Inn. Indeed larger than a typical Nord, though chiefly out of gluttony.“By Kyne, where did that rat scamper off to!?,” the Nord muttered to himself as he looked around. “Once I find him, I’ll show him what happens when he messes with me.”The Bosmer held his breath, not wanting to attract the attention of that angry Nordling, who was no doubt looking for him.The Nord was a henchman of some crime boss up in the Isles, as all Nords are, and he, a glorious Bosmer, was stuck in servitude to the crony. Of course, he refused to pay the toll. This indeed roused him to go look for him, as he suspected, but anything that brings him one step closer to Woodhearth is a step worth taking.After seeing that there was no one to be found on the hill, the Nord carried on with his search elsewhere. This allowed the Bosmer to finally take in the, which had started to cause him great discomfort. He took his seat once again, glancing at the sea.
He looked down at the object in his hands - it was a ring. The ring was masterfully crafted out of gold, ornamented with various patterns within the material, and with a green emerald resting on top of it.“Damnation. The brute almost took you from me.”, the Bosmer whispered to his quaint little ring.
This encounter that had almost lead to his losing of the one thing he held dear in this life - that ring, made him think back to when he first came into possession of that ornamented gold band.⋘ ── ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ── ⋙It had been an all-around regular day, with nothing to distinguish it from the rest. Fargoth and his wife had gone to Arille’s to get some groceries. Life in Seyda Neen was calm, and nothing unexpected ever happened. The young Bosmer’s wife had promised to make something special for him, and needed to go to the cave near town to gather a special ingredient.
While she was buying the groceries, Fargoth, who was at that time still a rather jolly fellow, decided to visit the tavern for a drink and maybe a game of dice or two. While he was there, he completely lost track of time. Once he had finished and made his way out, he noticed that the guards were leaving town in quite a bit of a rush. While at first, he had no notion of what was going on, he managed to overhear two of them talking as they were strapping in their armor.“Where are we to go, exactly?”, the younger one of the two soldiers, clearly of a lower rank than the other, asked.“The cave. They say a conjurer has holed up in there, and.,” the older soldier paused for a bit, the reason unknown.“And what?,” the former inquired impatiently.
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“What exactly is going on in there?!”“They say he’s captured someone. One of the rookies went in to see what was going on, but the mage sent him out with fire and lightning.”Upon hearing this, Fargoth’s heart nearly stopped in terror. “It’s her”, he thought to himself. He couldn’t bear to lose her, yet deep inside he felt it might already have been too late. He wanted to shout, yet his throat dried up, his vocal cords stiffened, and he couldn’t utter a single sound. Barely managing to get his legs moving, he rushed worriedly towards the cave. On his arrival, he saw that almost the whole village had gathered in front of the cave, and the guards were keeping everybody out.
Yet all the young Bosmer could think about was that no one was going in to save his wife.“Aren’t you going to do something?!,” he yelled at one of the soldiers, his voice trembling anxiously, “my wife is in there can’t you do something?!”“We’re waiting on reinforcements to arrive from a nearby camp. We sent word to them an hour ago, so they should be nearby.”, the soldier responded in an attempt to calm him. This, however, did not calm down the Bosmer, as all he could think about was his wife, whose life was now on the line.After some time had passed, the reinforcements finally arrived at the entrance of the cave. The soldiers from Seyda Neen briefed the ones that had just arrived on what the situation was, and after a short period of preparation, a group of warriors entered the cave.
As he waited outside, Fargoth’s hair had paled with worry, his heart beating faster by the minute. He couldn’t bear to think of what could have happened to his beloved.
Feeling powerless, he was on the brink of weeping.Finally, a single soldier exited the cave. His face was covered in soot and blood, his bonemold armor broken in quite a few places. Fargoth ran up to him - hope had filled the young mer’s eyes. Yet that hope would soon be replaced by tears, as the soldier silently looked down, not daring to look Fargoth in the eyes and tell him the foul news. The Bosmer rushed inside, only to find the site of a massacre within the confines of the cave.
The now-dead conjurer was surrounded by the burnt corpses of the soldiers that had given their lives to defeat him. In his chest was a wide, gaping hole, no doubt the result of the only surviving warrior’s sword going straight through it.To the side of that scene, Fargoth saw an Enchanting table. Right next to it - the sight he had dreaded would await him all along. His wife’s lifeless corpse lay on the ground by the table, the life force having been completely sapped from it.
Fargoth's Hiding Place
Her soul had been taken from her. Seeing that, the young mer could do no more than burst into tears. Drop after drop, a puddle formed at the elf’s legs, his weep uncontrollable. All he had lived for, all he knew and loved in this world, was now lost.But then, he heard her voice - it was without a shadow of a doubt the voice of his dear wife. But where was it coming from?
Morrowind Fargoth's Hiding Place
He looked to the corpse, but the voice did not come from there. The Bosmer was confused, yet kept looking. He knew she was somewhere around there, he just needed to find her. As he moved around, he noticed that the voice was coming from somewhere on the conjurer’s body. He could not believe his eyes, yet there it was - a gold ring, decorated with a green jewel on top, glowing, an aura radiating from it. The voice of his wife came from that very ring! He rushed to take the ring, embracing it and letting out tears of joy.“You’re alive!”, he whispered gently to the ring, “Somewhere inside that ring, your soul it lives on!”Crouching down by the mage’s corpse, it crossed Fargoth’s mind that he might have looked like a mad man to a bystander.
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But he cared not, for the love of his life had somehow been preserved inside that precious band.“No one will ever take you from me again.”, the young Bosmer murmured.⋘ ── ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ── ⋙“. No one”, the now older, paler, skinnier Fargoth finished his sentence, as the last thoughts of that horrid day crossed his mind once again. It was a day that had forever changed him, and a day he would most certainly never dare to forget.⋘ ── ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ── ⋙Participants:Share to.