See, Elisif just makes me roll my eyes and want to kick her teeth in. Torygg, at least, had some courage in accepting Ulfric's challenge, but even he is presented as a puppet. So my sympathy for them is more like pity for supposedly proud Nords who've been reduced to sitting around as figureheads for an empire that itself is only a shadow of what it used to be.happy_daiz wrote...
^ Fair enough. My views on the whole thing started to change after talking to Elisif, too. I think I was taking pity on her for the loss of her husband, and really just put myself in her shoes. That, in addition to the face-value racism in Windhelm just sort of pushed me over the edge. I know it's not completely logical, but emotions rarely ever are. The fact that I care about pixels to that degree makes me feel a little weird and squishy at the same time.
Galmar and Ulfric are men's men. Rawr.
There I think the writers play a bit with expectations, too. You're meant to feel sorry for the beast races because the Nords look down on them, but so often they fulfill the Nords' low expectations of them. I met this Khajiit woman outside Dawnstar who complained how it wasn't fair that the Nords think they're all thieves and smugglers, then admitted she was in Skyrim because she'd been kicked out of both Elsweyr and Cyrodiil for run-ins with the law. lol Last night I found the body of an Argonian in a sabre cat den, and he had "Be a Better Thief" on him. And so on.I must admit, the Argonians are actually the race that made me sad in Windhelm. Most of them (not that there are many there) just seem unhappy, and kind of stuck where they are. If I'd just quit creating new characters, I could finish up one of my playthroughs where I'm siding with the Legion...I really want to see if it makes a difference, but I'm guessing it's probably not much of one.
On a sidenote, I wish there were more Khajiit in Skyrim, but I don't blame them for not leaving the warm sands of Elsweyr.
I never much liked the Argonian theme, but The Infernal City's main characters are a Breton woman and her Argonian... well, you'd almost think he was her lover, but at least her best friend... and it also takes place in Black Marsh. It's pretty interesting. I have more appreciation for the lizards after reading it (not quite done yet).
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