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February 20th, 2013 - Yew Erdri Ming — LiveJournal

About February 20th, 2013

Cthulhuborn 04:05 pm


Things are starting to look pretty Lovecraftian in old Oblivion. A realm of Oblivion featured in Skyrim: Dragonborn, that is, which I beat a few nights ago. Yes, I did that along with all the reading, math homework, and movie watching, and other projects I've refrained from mentioning. Your life could be like this too if you didn't have a girl/boyfriend.

Segments of Dragonborn take place in the Oblivion realm of the Daedra named something like Hamious Mora. Or Hamtaro Mora. Something like that. I should look.

Hermaeus Mora. In the game Oblivion, he was a statue with tentacles and pinchers. Now he looks like this;



A pretty satisfying bit of Lovecraftia, if only he didn't sound like the big tortoise from The Neverending Story.

Anyway, his realm has really great atmosphere. It's all old books and tentacles and evil black liquid. You run into two enemies, my favourite being these magic using "seekers" who resemble Shoggoths;



And sometimes big Innsmouthian fish men crawl out of the black stuff;



They stomp their feet and black clouds and tentacles come out of the ground to strike you.

It was all so cool it made me wish it was hard. To be fair, I was using my level 64 fighter character, Brunnhilde. I read a review somewhere talking about how impossibly hard Dragonborn was for an over level 60 character and I saw the reviewer was using a magic user. Naturally. The only class in Skyrim that gets better at higher levels is the fighter. Randomly spawned monsters eventually outlevel all thief and magic skills while good old hack and slash never goes out of style.



The final boss is a guy named Miraak, who I took pleasure in starting to own before he finished his supervillain speech. He teleports about, recharging his life. Still not as hard as Ganon, of course.

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