Is It Wrong To Be A Khajiit In A Dungeon

For the rest of an hour, I cleaned the entire room. Luckily, I stored some junk items such as broom, rag, and bucket inside the Planar gate. Well, sometimes I accidentally clicked some of those vanity items and store them into my inventory while playing. I was too lazy, and throwing them away will only clutter the world in disorganization. I just sort throw them up and they began to gathering dust.

Planar gate, again, a high-level unique spell that I acquired after finishing the main game story. It's a mod I admit, which, I edited since it was acquired so easily through ordinary vendor by purchasing a simple spell tome and not very balanced.

It was gifted to the dragon-born as his reward slaying the Alduin. Yeah, I figured the reward is very underwhelming even you can't loot Alduin for some rare material, but no, you got a summoning shout instead. Am I a joke? a Dragonborn who mastered every conjuration spell in the game rewarded with a single summoning shout, hated by the blades, bandit still chased me, and that damn bear who still think he can stand the brunt might of a fully m.a.t.u.r.ed Dragonborn.

Anyway, the planar gate is basically an infinite inventory that could be opened with a spell. It exists, in you can say, a private dimension inside the Aetherius, the realms of the divines. I was joking despite Being a lore-enthusiast. The divines assign a special type of monster that resides within Aetherius as the guardian and archiver, the Cath-palug and his name is Fou!

Of course, all of that is only text flavors, at least in the game. And imagined my surprise when I tried to open the gate, and a creature that described as the incarnation of human extinction jumped with his little feet to my embrace.

He was worried about my safety, before going back to the gate with my confirmed well-being and the last cry that resembled Fou-kyu. Whatever that means.

Anyway, the room was sufficiently adequate, I guess. There are three rooms interconnected through a door that crumbled in my touch. For now, I only clean it from dirt, dust, and grimes, and pretty much every little thing that aesthetically unpleasant. It was still empty though, and I need to replace the doors, covered the wall and not to mention, some slimy green floors.

I can't ask for the help of others either. Maybe I could ask Fels about it, Nah, it will be awkward if I wanted to get his favor. Even if I buy furniture outside, I have no address for it to be sent to. Dealing with the underworld will only bite me in the long run. No, I could create it myself. The Dragonborn had ever built a house for himself anyway, and I have pretty much experience in designing furniture. The planar gate at least contains a few dozen planks, timber, and stone. Not to mention, hundreds of Ingot I hoarded and other materials necessary.

However, now I realized I need tools to make it. Something that didn't exist in the game. Ugh, I have to go outside, am I?

*Break*

The sun was blaring through my eyes as I adjust it from the dim environment it was treated before. I walked between rows and rows of people, minding their business and pickpocket in the corners. No one bats an eye to me, another adventurer with his grimy and rag of an armor.

A helmet with the cross-shaped c.l.i.t for vision, but only darkness hinged greeted and enveloped in a hood. The same could be said with a brown robe that could be called as a rag, covering the dirty steel armor beneath. I wore the set of Lord Nicholas armor, a port of mod from the game called Plague Tales. It was all and all, a set of steel tier armor in Skyrim. Albeit, I already temper it to legendary with enchantments that fortify restoration, destruction, and one-handed skills.

I played in the early game as a paladin-class after all, at least in the intention before I move to other skills once I mastered each of those three skills respectively.

And the tail, I let it out free. No one care, since there's also some race that had the characteristic of animals, anyway.

At first, I wanted to wear a set of robes with a mask but discarded in as I will gather quite audiences with it. Most of my high-tier armors were too shiny for my current situation. So, I chose the most suitable one to hide, amongst the dozen set of armor and clothes.

I moved my eyes, to left and right as various vendors and merchants talking with their customers or shouting to get attention. Someone bumped me, sending them into an awkward stumble until he fell. Foolish, I have heavy armor perk that basically let me tank thousands of damages and be a walking fortress. I guess, his intention was to pick me for something, coins as always. Striding forward, I silently kicked him in the stomach.

After a while, I halted my steps, causing several cursing behind me but I ignored it.

Coins… I pursed my lips. Why I just remember it now, I don't have any basic currencies in this world. Would they accept Septim anyway? It was made of gold after all.

I was contemplating until my eyes almost blinded in a reflection, which I found sourced from an armor. The man was literally a walking treasury of gold dr.a.p.ed in a sort of royal imperial armor, pompous beyond measures, some rich brat I presume.

And here I am, tormenting myself but fate decided to throw some tasty meat in front of me. Oh, how could I not resist, maybe this is some nature of the Dragonborn or Khajiit… that's racist, but I don't care as I approach him from the front.

The market stopped, literally stopped dead in their track. Jaw-agape of the state of the man in front of them. The man still walking in leisure, striding with confidence until he stared back to the people around him as asking through the eyes, 'what?'

Killjoy, I expect him to shriek in surprise but instead petrified upon realizing his current n.a.k.e.d attire with a w.o.m.b tattoo painted upon his crotch. Shining in its full glory for everyone to see. I guess it was funny in its own way as red hue rising and he ran away in shame after a few seconds standing there, his two bodyguards shriek in a panic chasing their master.

I walked away in joy, throwing the sack of gold up and down. A good haul I suppose. And then set to the blacksmith nearby to craft me some tools I needed.