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After a lengthy period of inactivity on Deviantart due to life circumstances, I am happy to announce that I have truly returned. I have slowly been learning how to draw using a tablet, and hope to make more posts shortly. I plan to be active for years to come. It is good to see you all again!

In other news, I have recently been appointed head of the Argonians of Tamriel group here on Deviantart, and hope to bring the group back to the lively status it once enjoyed so long ago. All fans of Argonians or simply the Elder Scrolls in general are encouraged to join!
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It is with great pleasure that I announce my first mod, which adds the Argonian explorer Noga as a follower in Skyrim! The link can be found here if any of you are interested: steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles…. As I stated, this is my first mod, however I have taken great care to ensure it is running properly. It would do me great honor if any of you would like to have Noga adventure alongside you! Until then, Hist guide you, my friends.
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18th of Sun's Dawn, 4E 205:

I ran.
I had always found it interesting that regardless of the danger one runs from, the loudest sound one usually hears is that of their own respiration. As I vaulted over boulders and ducked under giant fungi, it was indeed the case that my own breathing was most prominent in my ears, and not the pack of angry kagouti that I had inadvertently provoked. Almost against my better judgment, I looked over my shoulder, spotting at least five of them behind me. I wondered how this must have looked from the perspective of an outsider: A pack of predators, chasing down their prey. It was true that fate usually favored the predators in such cases, especially when they so outnumbered their food. The distance between us was closing. In order to escape, I would need to be clever. As I continued to sprint across the badlands of Morrowind, I spotted my escape route: A large pillar of boulders, too steep for my two-limbed aggressors to climb. Fortunately, thanks to a special mechanism that I had designed, I was quite capable of scaling it. Carefully, I took aim with my left gauntlet before pressing a button on its underside. Immediately, a small grappling hook shot forth, taking hold of the top of the boulders. Then, just as the kagouti were within biting distance, my gauntlet mechanically reeled in the cable, pulling me out of their reach! In a moment, I was atop the boulders, retrieving my hook and re-attaching it to my gauntlet. As I looked down, I saw the angry predators, now six in number and frustratingly storming around the pillar. Eventually, they would realize the futility of their plight and leave. I sat down, took a sip from my canteen, and smiled. A little innovation goes a long way.
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This is a semi-interactive journal which depicts Noga's adventures around Tamriel. Based on the comments I recieve, I will have Noga travel to different locations around the world and write about what he saw and thought of the experience. If there is anywhere you would like Noga to go, simply leave a comment, and I will have him visit the most popular locations!



28th of Frostfall, 4E 204:

The city of Dune was quite sizable, despite the apparent lack of natural resources in the area. For this reason, I judged that Dune must be thriving for no other reason than being a major hub of Khajiit commerce, both within and outside of Elsweyr. As I entered the city, I was greeted by the sight of a busy and colorful marketplace. It would be nice to rest after surviving the events that preceeded my arrival. I was beginning to decide that the desert, while warm, was not a preferable biosphere for Argonians. The air was uncomfortably dry, and the ubiquitous sand was constantly being blown into the faces of unwary travelers. The feeling of sand under one's gills is a most uncomfortable sensation, and I found that I needed to wash it out with water on more than one occassion. It most certainly was not all bad, however. Elsweyr was home to many incredible sights and experiences that could not be had anywhere else in Tamriel, and I would recommend it to any traveler who is willing to brave the journey. I continued my trek through the marketplace, taking in the sights of this exotic culture for myself. The sandstone buildings were adorned with woven tapestries and many signs denoting places of business. It was a very noisy locale, full of the sounds of merchants shouting about their goods to attract customers, and traders arguing over barters that had clearly gone awry.
Some of the guards glared at me as I passed. Not all Khajiit were very accepting of seeing an Argonian in their homeland, and alas, the rift between our peoples would only be healed by time. The merchants, by contrast, could not have been more friendly. Regardless of the circumstances, they would always greet me with kind words and a smile in their silent attempt to convince me that they genuinely cared for the plight of their customers-- and were not only acting on the motive that I might make a purchase. This was the basis of commerce in the province, of course, and I did not think any less of them for using such tactics. Eventually, however, my attention was drawn by the delicious scents emanating from a nearby tent in which food was being prepared. I entered slowly, approaching the wooden counter, behind which a quick feline prepared the exotic Elsweri food. Almost as soon as I arrived, the expeditious cook placed a freshly prepared plate in my hands.
"A local favorite!" He said with enthusiasm. "Khajiit thinks that you will like this!" I thanked him, paying the required fee and sitting at a nearby table. If anything must be said about the meal I ate at that point, it is this: The Khajiit behind the counter most certainly knew his trade. The meat, prepared in a special manner with fruits and seasoned bread, was a truly delicious and enjoyable meal. At this time, the sun began to set over the golden desert horizon, and I made my way to a nearby inn to rest and take notes on what I had experienced. It must be said that the owner of this inn was a truly generous woman, and her inn was very clean and well-maintained. Interested in my stories of travels abroad, she even offered me a discount, which I graciously accepted. I entered my room, where I now write this entry. Elsweyr was certainly an adventure, and one that I will never forget, but the time has come, I feel, to move on from this unique province. After all, Tamriel is absolutely teeming with incredible new lands, just waiting to be explored.
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This is a semi-interactive journal which depicts Noga's adventures around Tamriel. Based on the comments I recieve, I will have Noga travel to different locations around the world and write about what he saw and thought of the experience. If there is anywhere you would like Noga to go, simply leave a comment, and I will have him visit the most popular locations!



20th of Frostfall, 4E 204:

I felt a tap at the side of my face. My eyes opened, and saw a Khajiit kneeling beside me. "This one saw you fall!" he said. "He wants to know if you are alright?" By the location of the sun in the sky, I judged that a great amount of time had not passed since I had fallen into the ravine. I was very grateful to this friendly Khajiit. Had he not found me, a hostile creature surely would have. "I believe that I am..." said I, as I felt no injuries from the fall. "How did you locate me?" The Khajiit pointed up the cliffside to the edge of the ravine, where I spotted a mercantile caravan. "Raksado's caravan was nearby when you fell!" he said, pointing to himself. I offered him my sincerest thanks, and he helped me to stand, leading me over to a makeshift rope ladder that he had thrown down into the canyon to assist me. From what I had read about Elsweyr, I knew that Khajiit society was not always so generous, but there were also tales of extreme kindness in the province. It was not long before Raksado and I had made it to the caravan, where I took a seat in the back of the carriage. Alongside me were several chests of merchandise, ranging from clothing, to potions, to exotic Elsweri food that I had never seen before. We passed over endless dunes of sand, through innumerable boulder outcroppings, and past several small nomadic villages before finally arriving at the city of Dune. Truly, a more appropriate name for this locale would be impossible to find, as the sandstone city sat surrounded by vast dunes of sand, which lay ever-shifting from the wind. I bid farewell to the kindly caravaneer Raksado, thanking him again for helping to save my life. He did not want to accept the money I offered him in gratitude, so I hid some Septims in one of his chests when he was not facing me. As he departed, I turned and faced the city. This would be interesting.
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