2021.11.28 08:48 MHSigma Tips for two handed warrior
Hello there Im returning to skyrim afte lr a 3 year break after i (insert arrow in knee joke here) Trying out the anniversary eddition. After a long break i thought i would change things and NOT play a rogue archer. So i made an orc and i want to specialize in two handed weapons which ive never done before.
I would appreciate any tips/tricks/guides on what stats to level up and what perks would be the most usefull for myself. I am open to crazy and wild strats which is the reason i posted here instead of just googling.
Also if you know any mods that would make the experience more interesting/awesome i would appreciate that as well. Im not highly familiar with the mod scene as of late so any mods that make the game look like it was made by UE5 would be nice. Right now i just have a few mods that were in the top mods lists.
As i said im running anniversary edition + the mods listed below
Unofficial skyrim patch SkyUI High poly Skyrim parralex 2020(+2018) SMIM ELFX lights Realistic Water two Quality world map Alternate start
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2021.11.28 08:48 OrenjiAo64 I tried making custom portal colours using a resource pack. What do you think? (Made for my server hub)
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2021.11.28 08:48 JamOnBread6669 I don't know if I should play every halo game unless you can convince me otherwise.
Ok so I've never really played any halo game and I don't know what all the fuss is about, I mean sure I've seen gameplay clips here and there and honestly it looks like your everyday fps game. Don't get me wrong it looks fun and I sure do love the menu theme.
Since there's sale on the masterchief collection on steam, I was wondering that maybe I should finally get into it but I'm reluctant. What can I expect from this franchise? Is it known for its gameplay and/or story or is it more of a multiplayer oriented game? I don't much care about multiplayer if that's the case but if the gameplay and story is good then I'm all game.
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2021.11.28 08:48 PM_ME_BOOTY_OR_TITS Was letzte Wohnung in Herzen von Worpswede
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2021.11.28 08:48 Kaaeni_ Can you record a video of yourself to help me with my project about the EU?
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2021.11.28 08:48 Soiree_Of_Ice Question regarding discarded/lost relic weapon
Ok how do I pick up where I left off if I possibly discarded/lost my ARR relic weapon? will I need to start over… I was on the book step I do remember that much …🤔
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2021.11.28 08:48 AmazingCowboy143 GERD , IBD & Tiredness?
I have been having symptomps for the past 8 months
I had an endoscopy and result was GERD ( A type)
I also have sound and pain at the bottom of the stomach ( Right bottom side mostly)
Doctor said it could be IBD (Abdomen pelvis - Ultra sound - normal)
Also I am feeling verrry tired for the past 8 months. When I keep my legs/hands in the same posiion for few mins, that area becomes like frozen. Like some sensitivity is lost in that area.
Also while sleeping, body gets "stuck" for few seconds ( Can't move but can breathe. can't talk either)
Also I am having pain in my head and eyes.
Thryoid, Diabetes, B12, CRP, Haemoglobin all came back negative.
Anyone else had similar symptoms? Are these symptoms related to IBD/ GERD?
Anyone had IBD which led to GERD? Are they connected?
If so, what is the cause and how to fix?
Doctors can't figure out the cause and I am confused as hell
Any help to identify this is much appreciated
Thankyou so much
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2021.11.28 08:48 General_Relation6047 LAWD JESUS DAT ASS!!
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Inspirat de thread-ul cu "sub-ul asta e o gluma blabla". Ce e drept, cu cât creste populația de pe sub, îl vad și eu ca pe un lucru inerent, faptul ca va scădea calitatea acestui acestui sub, IQ-ul mediu si corectitudinea gramaticala din ce în ce mai mult, pana în punctul unde avem același lucru ca și pe FB, noroc ca boomerii nu prea știu ei cu Reddit, doar asta i-a împiedicat. Nu ma laud nici cu generația mea tânără, whatever.
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2021.11.28 08:48 Ok_Language_5003 Laptop for work under $750
Hey, I’m looking for a laptop that I will use for my online business as my old one is broken. Budget is $750.
I need to be able to dual boot Linux from USB, use photo editing software with ease. My main use is word processing and web browsing as well as coding.
I’m not too bothered about the laptop being thin and I’m after a decent battery life. Thanks for help.
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2021.11.28 08:48 hellosandrik Trying to find the source of this quote (or similar quotes): "Once a man falls the rush of falling down becomes more enticing than the struggle back up."
2021.11.28 08:48 SucksToYourAssmar3 Latest chapter, "The Wendigo," now live!
The great gray thing shivered and jerked erratically, spewing great clots of pale phlegm.
“Kill me,” the newborn wendigo hissed. “My arms and legs burn. My throat. Everything.”
“Careful,” Raspberry said as Thornsong approached. “It’s an old hate, a curse from the nature itself.”
“That’s one theory,” he said, nodding. The wendigo tried to turn its head to look up at him, but it was shaking too badly. “Another is that it’s guilt cannibalising the soul. When the pain in the soul outgrows the body, it forces the body to change.”
“If that were true, Thornsong, you yourself would-”
Thornsong cut him off with a stare.
“It’s different. Wildly different. You know that.”
“Guilt is guilt,” Raspberry said.
“I don’t believe that. Guilt comes in all the flavors of sin.”
“Kill me,” the wendigo said, slapping a malformed hand the size of a lilypad on the ground. The slap raised a cloud of bright early snow-dust.
“Do it, now,” Raspberry said. “Before the change is complete.”
Thornsong’s fixed his gray eyes on the pitiful monster.
“I’ve heard there are ways to reverse the change, before it becomes too far gone. The Sun Tribes on the Plains use fire and pain. They hang the cannibal by hooks in the flesh and brand him. The pain purges the guilt.”
“And the Fat Chewers in the Far North just kill them outright and push the body out on an ice floe, so it doesn’t contaminate the village,” Raspberry replied. “And you told me that this curse is most common in the north. We should follow the experts.”
Thornsong shook his head.
“There’s no experts in this kind of thing. Cannibalism isn’t even a guaranteed trigger, or the only trigger.”
“Please,” it said. “I admit what I have done. The cold and the hunger - I succumbed. My wife, my lovely young wife - I killed her. I ate of her flesh. I even salted her to eat again once my belly was full. I am a monster.”
Thornsong knelt at the wendigo’s side. He set his new shield and spear behind him.
“You are. I am. We’re all some kind of monster, deep down.”
“I wear my monstrous nature on the outside now,” he said. A throaty growl brought up more of the darkening phlegm and a new round of erratic jerks and tics. “I’ll hurt you - kill you - if this goes on. I can feel the hunger again, pulling my stomach tight.”
“Thornsong,” Raspberry said, hefting the beechwood knuckle. “Let’s end this, now.”
“You said much the same thing when you found me,” he said. “You spared me then. We should try to save him.”
“It’s not even remotely the same,” he said. “We can’t save him. I can feel it in my bones, and those bones are far older than yours. I knew there was hope for you.”
Raspberry let the knuckle drop and put his free hand on Thornsong’s shoulder.
“There’s no hope here. He’s too far gone.”
Thornsong rested his chin on his chest and closed his eyes. The wendigo whimpered and twisted, kicking ruts in the earth and grabbing fistfuls of dirt as spasms racked him.
“We’ll end you,” Thornsong said. “Take the pain away. Is there anything more you want to say?”
The wendigo turned his face to the earth.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry, my beautiful one. Better we had wasted away together. My selfishness cost you your life and my humanity. I’m sorry.”
Thornsong reached out and put a hand on the base of the wendigo’s neck. The flesh was quivering so rapidly now it felt like he was dragging his hand through a quick stream.
“Are you ready?” he said.
“Now,” it said.
He palmed his meteoric iron dagger and slid it into the base of his skull, just below his hand. The wendigos arms and legs splayed wide, knocking Thornsong to the ground. Raspberry hefted the beechwood knuckle and rushed to his side. The limbs flopped and grasped wildly, the wendigo spraying steaming foam with each convulsion. The knife came loose and fell to the ground. Like a stopper coming out of a clay bottle, the knife released a torrent of black ooze.
It went still, and Thornsong realized he’d been holding his breath.
“It was the right thing to do,” Raspberry said. “It was the only thing to do.”
“We were too late,” Thornsong said. “I’m always too late.”
Raspberry released a pained sigh.
“You’re not a monster,” he said. “No matter what you think. We’ve been traveling together a long time. You’ll see what I see, someday. And this - thing...this was deserved. Black and white.”
“Gray is harder,” Thornsong said.
“It can be.”
Thornsong retrieved the dagger and plunged it into the ground to remove the tar-like wendigo blood.
“We can finally turn south, friend-”
The wendigo lurched, crashing into Thornsong’s side and sending him sprawling. Burning rippled through his left arm and shoulder. He felt a rib crack.
“Thornsong!” Raspberry bellowed, moving in his direction.
The wendigo kicked like a whitetail in flight, catching Raspberry in the stomach and dropping the giant to his knees.
It rose up off the ground, howling. The sound was like February wind through bare trees. It was the calving of glaciers and the distant hymn of hungry wolves.
The wendigo drew itself up off the ground, stretching to its full height. All human intelligence had been burned from its eyes. They were white orbs, rolling in their sockets. Its teeth lengthened into two double-rows of slick, teeth - icicles in a bottomless chasm.
It howled again and reached for Thornsong, who was in turn reaching for the spear with his uninjured arm.
Raspberry brought the beechwood knuckle down on the wendigo’s grasping claw and it rebounded, as if he’d hit the surface of a hard-frozen lake. The wendigo turned in his direction, locking those eyes on Raspberry, and back-handed him hard enough to send him flying.
It howled again. It was hunger incarnate.
Thornsong rolled and picked up the spear. His left side was already turning purple as blood pooled under the skin.
The wendigo lunged at him. He twisted and held the spear vertically in front of him, doing his best to parry the blow.
Too slow. The claw traveled down the length of the spear and bit deeply into his thigh, just above the knee. He screamed and punched with the shaft, striking the wendigo on the sunken divot that had once been a human nose.
That bought him a second. He crouched and the claw ripped free of his thigh, misting the dirt with his blood. He brought the spear to his shoulder and leveled it at the wendigo, sighting along the shaft.
Raspberry was up and charging again, aiming a mountain-crushing blow at the thing’s legs. Another kicked put him back on the ground. The wendigo opened its mouth impossibly wide, like a snake, and turned to him.
“No,” Thornsong said. “Face me.”
He thrust with the spear. Its tip sunk into the meat of the wendigo’s haunch, eliciting another scream. Images flashed through Thornsong’s mind. Deer frozen in the snow around a mountain lake. A hut, a severed arm laying on the dirt floor, covered in dozens of gnaw marks. The skull of a bobcat perched on a stump in deep snow, its eyes the same unholy white as the monster’s.
He thrust again, but the wendigo grabbed the shaft. Thornsong couldn’t release it in time. It twisted its wrist and threw him to the ground at Raspberry’s side.
“Thornsong,” he gasped. “Its heart. Look at its heart.”
The wendigo approached. Thornsong saw a black bag pumping under its rib cage, outside of the skin. Each pump sent a new wash of black blood from the wound at the back of its skull.
“The brain is damaged, or gone,” he said. “Aim for the heart.”
He was back on his feet, spear tip to the monster and shaft resting on the ground. He stood on the butt of it.
“Now, come to me,” he said.
It was the wendigo’s turn to charge. Raspberry scrambled out of the way while Thornsong stood his ground. The wendigo didn’t even try to dodge the point. It sank through the monster, catching on a rib. It forced itself down the shaft, reaching for his throat.
Raspberry was up, hammering at the thing’s back with the beechwood knuckle. Every blow sent it deeper down the shaft, forcing Thornsong to backtrack his grip. He quickly ran out of spear and was forced to let it go. He bounded away, and the impaled wendigo turned to Raspberry.
“The heart!” he cried, pulling another blow short and bringing his hands to his face in a defensive stance. The beechwood knuckle deflected one, two swipes from the monster’s claws.
Thornsong pulled his stone tomahawk from his belt. The act sent new peals of pain through his side. He raised it above his shoulder.
“Raspberry, turn,” he said. Another blow glanced off the beechwood knuckle and the momentum nearly spun him completely around. He ducked as low as he could and scrabbled toward Thornsong. The wendigo reached for his legs and succeeded in just lightly scratching the bottoms of his feet.
Thornsong roared and rotated from the hips to throw the tomahawk. His eyes glazed over as the cracked rib gave way completely, the muscles of his abdomen completing the break. He fell to his knees before it struck home.
But his aim had been good. The stone point of the tomahawk crashed into the wendigo’s exposed heart. It burst like an overripe melon, spraying Raspberry’s back with gobs of black blood. Now it was the wendigo’s turn to fall.
One final scream. The taste of salt and blood and stringy meat filled Thornsong’s mouth. A fleeting image of a young woman, hair braided with sweet summer grasses, kneeling on a prayer rug. Her eyes were ghostly white.
Blackness overtook him. Thornsong fell to the ground, unconscious. Raspberry rolled to his back and watched the wendigo twist in its death throes. It was a reversal of the original change. The spasms turned to jerks and tics, and then an overall shivering. Finally, it sighed, slumped, and shriveled.
Raspberry got to his feet, dirt and blood and long-dead leaves clinging to his back.
The emaciated body of a man lay in place of the now-gone wendigo. His frame had been slight, even without the wasting effects of hunger. His eyes had returned to their original chestnut brown. They stared unseeing at the sky. Raspberry reached down, closed them, and turned to Thornsong.
He grimaced. The damage was plain. His left forearm was canted at a strange angle, and the deep purple bruise on his side was spreading to his shoulder and hip.
He was breathing, but just so. Raspberry snapped two nearby saplings off at the base and laid them at 45-degree angles to one another. He rummaged in Thornsong’s pack, coming up with a bit of braided fishing line. He lashed the saplings together and tied several stout sticks to the frame, forming a travois.
Carefully, he rolled Thornsong onto the sledge. He groaned, but his eyes remained closed. He picked up the travois poles, looked to the sun, and began to drag him away.
“South, friend,” he said. “We go south.”
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2021.11.28 08:48 CptanPanic Proof of stake is a scam and the people promoting it are scammers
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2021.11.28 08:48 Al-Jay Co-Dependent Trophy
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2021.11.28 08:48 kaghazdivari پوستر سقفی مینیاتوری باستانی
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2021.11.28 08:48 give_me_a_name_dude I regret telling you "I love you" for the first time
My dear, E
We got this weird long distance relationship thing. Not even sure for how long it's been an actual relationship because there wasn't an official date, just slowly things progressed into this beautiful thing. Or maybe it's not a relationship at all.
We randomly met about a year ago, the chances being so small it's unbelievable. I (21F) , care about you (24M) dearly and I was sincerely hoping we'd meet in person some day. But now I'm seriously struggling to find a reason why I'd do that.
I knew you'd attended that party and the drunk video call seemed like a fun ideea. We'd discuss topics which we didn't bring up until this point because of your anxiety. But who am I to judge you? I'm anxious, just like you. But, oh boy, did the things go in a completely different direction.
You know I didn't mention anything about sex (except jokingly, because sarcasm is my coping mechanism) due to my previous issues. I just never imagined you'd tell me "I'm a pervert and I'm ashamed of this. Every time I see you I think about fucking you. I whish to meet you some day so I could fuck you."
I didn't judge you, I know you have your issues too. You were on the cold floor crying and shivering. We'll discuss this after you sober up but fuck did it hurt! At the end of the call I told you" I love you, goodnight!". Not because I meant it, but because you needed it. You were broken, sobbing, apologising, begging for me to give you another chance to discuss this tomorrow. I promised to treat you just the same as before, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to keep my promise. I already broke an important promise "every I love you should be genuine, especially the first one in a relationship".
This was the first time I told you I loved you and I feel like I betrayed you too. We both got deep issues and I hope we can help each other overcome them in the future. That's what we've done so far and the progress is obvious. We both changed.
Or maybe you didn't, and I just see you differently. Maybe it's all in my head, it's all a lie. The loving, caring, being patient part. Maybe my gut instinct was right. I should've kept my distance from the very beginning. But I think I'll stick around for a little longer. I need an actual explanation, a deep conversation about what happened and what's going to happen. I'm not that immature to ghost you. It'll break both of us.
I hope we'll figure this out.
Meanwhile, take care! I wish you the best!
Yours, worried and hurt, A
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2021.11.28 08:48 Aussie_Salad 'Neil Mitchell explains why Melbourne may need a name change'
3AW host Neil Mitchell recently made comments around changing the name of Moreland city council. He makes the argument that Melbourne should change its name then. Because William Lamb also supported slavery, and had other highly questionable views.
So is Neil right? Or is he wrong?
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2021.11.28 08:48 JanninaS JURios wünscht Euch einen schönen Ersten Advent
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2021.11.28 08:48 EestiMentioned [/r/CryptoMoon] Centaurify - ⚡ Launching Now on BSC
2021.11.28 08:48 CalmlyPsychedelic ive made a bigger deal of omicron than i should have. im sorry.
check out my recent post on unpopular opinion.
turns out i made a mistake. I worsened the fear mongering put into place by the media because of course they are just trying to milk every cent of this 2 yr story.
anyways yeah i made a mistake, im sorry. i was high and jumped to conclusions. It wont happen again. i hope.
im sorry, please make the most of your time left in this god-damned place.
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2021.11.28 08:48 Lycxnn Appreciate any support on the new vid! Will return likes & etc! Willing to do sub 4 sub, like 4 like also!
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2021.11.28 08:48 Professional-Tower87 The order of the story of this game