A prayer to Akatosh

Deidriana

Akatosh, I pray to thee in hopes of finding some solace in my time of great despair. I am unable to carry as much as I would like to. This has caused me much grief and heartache. I was given the task of gathering many materials for my fellow guild mates but I have failed miserably. I cannot hold all that I can gather. The cost of shipping is much too high for my simple needs and bringing all the wood, flowers, and the heavy rocks used for enchanting into town in many trips tires my poor horse out. Please, I am begging you to give me some way to increase my carrying capacity. I was turned away from the bank today because they simply do not have room to hold onto these things for me either. In your land of plenty, is there no way for me keep the things I need safe? I am begging you please. I will work hard to refrain from the rotmeth and if you do this for me, Akatosh, I will even give up my occasional skooma use. I will honor your name and sing the praises of the 9 divines for all my days to come. I will be a better Altmer and I will work to bring about your desires for Tamriel.

(I would pay real money for unlimited bank space)

Wolventhorne

Amen to that!

rekzal765b14_ESO

lol, i agree tho the point she is trying to make

Laerrus

Thanks for the good read OP.

I remember those days well as a single player. Anti-encumbrance mods were darn near mandatory on Bethesda's TES RPG's.

BrierTOG

Fun post

Skyfire1983

Lawls! And all Akatosh's children said "AMEN!"

Deidriana

Akatosh, I fear that I have gone insane. I have begun to lose time. I will be gathering and exploring but then, it is as if I no longer exist for a time. It feels very strange. I have felt the void and it terrifies me. In that time I cannot even wish or hope. Perhaps it is Molag Bal trying to pull me back. It feels somehow different than the icy feeling of Coldharbour. It is an even deeper loneliness and despair. What is worse is when I finally return, time has passed and I am in the exact same place. No one even seems to notice. They continue to babble on about building houses out of mud crabs. There must be something wrong with me. If there is not I fear that there is something dreadfully wrong with the world around me.