A Thousand Words was a quest that was completed and tested last year, but it took a while to get voiced. This is the last bit needed for its release. This video probably doesn’t reveal much of anything, but I didn’t want to fill it with spoilers.
Matthew Dixon, Alice Bell, and Jessica Osborne round out the cast. The quest will be released on Monday with version 3.06.3.
Has anyone played ‘The Path’ in here? I just found this amazing soundtrack in my old playlist and it kinda inspired me to draw Morrigan in the forest that is full of evil monsters.
sigh Too bad she doesn’t look much like Morrigan, but I like the pic anyway lol
Well, Morrigan doesn’t technically have any canon features, she’s just got the same potato face as every other kid in Skyrim, so as long as she isn’t a goblin it’s more or less accurate.
As for the evil monster in the background, I’m going to assume that’s Raynes – and if so, the scene takes on an entirely different context. Either way it’s fantastic, you can almost hear the chandelier-like leaves chiming ominously in the background.
“Howdy stranger. Take a seat by the campfire, we got plenty of room.”
The girl tips her cap and smiles. Both the fire and the invitation are warm enough, but the man to her right doesn’t seem too happy about it. His stare stretches for thousands of miles, far enough to see the back of his own head. It’s bald and dirty, with a scar running across the middle like a zipper.
“Oh, don’t pay him no mind. He ain’t much for talkin’. But, if you make trouble, he’ll put two…”
The girl makes a peace sign with her fingers, before pointing them at her head like a gun.
“…in your skull.”
I tell her I’m not here to make trouble, waves, or even conversation. All I want to do is rest my aching feet. The girl sympathizes. She tells me her soles are so worn not even Jesus can save them.
Maybe it’s the pun that makes my shoulders relax, or maybe it’s her southern charm, but I drop my knapsack on the dirt with a great big thud. Guns, ammo, and whiskey spill onto the ground like a diary.
“You starting a war, sheriff?”
Maybe.
“Then you’re gonna need a good deputy.”
Maybe I will.
“The name’s Hope,” she says, breaking the silence. “Hope Lies. Funny name, I know. German, I think. The lying part, not the hope.”
I ask her the obvious. Well, does it? Does “hope lie?”
“I don’t know,” she says, “You’ve been traveling these wastes. Why don’t you tell me?”