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Wretch of Wet Desire, the Profaned Apostle
Once a vulgar jester of the Lowgrounds, Hawk-Tuah ascended not by sword, but by spit. With one blasphemous expectoration, she sullied sanctity and stirred forbidden desire. Deemed a heretic and a saint in the same breath, she was bound to the Phlegmic Font, forever caught mid-hack.
Pilgrims now gather at the Mire of Want to witness her Divine Tuah — a spit said to unman kings and awaken carnal truths. Her breath withers, her spit burns, and her laughter echoes through the mire.
Drops:
Tuah’s Tongue — A whip slick with sacred bile.
Phlegm of the Forsworn — Talisman that charms, but poisons pride.
“She didn’t choose the path — she hocked it, hard, and dared the gods to swallow.”
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wobert Nov 18, 2019 @ 7:09pm
Ralof: Hey you, you’re finally awake. You were trying to cross the border right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush same as us and that thief over there. Lokir: Damn you Stormcloaks... Skyrim was fine until you came along! Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn’t been looking for you I’d have stolen\ Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King. Lokir: Ulfri
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