Brenuceslu: @Armored-Struggle-Wagon: Katia: What's that strange metal object on your back? Is it anything like what Quill-Weave is holding? Maybe you can still help out. Follow her lead.
Brenuceslu: @Armored-Struggle-Wagon: Whisper to get Quill-Weave's attention. Maybe you could get closer and do that secret tail code you did before. Whatever you do, be stealthy.
Brenuceslu: Katia's moon mission side story is gonna be great! I like that she isn't wearing any space gear. She's just like: "Look at me now, bet you didn't think I'd make it here!"
"What do you- want?! Please- don't hurt- meeeee..." You say through tired breaths.
"Kitty!" Someone yells in the distance. They sound like a middle aged woman.
Everything returns to silence once again. The figures glare at you. It looks like they got a little closer. Yeah. Personal space would be nice right now.
You feel anxiety growing in your chest. You get the feeling you should run as fast as you can.
"eiiuughhh.." you squeak out accidentally while cringing. These people are giving you the heebie-jeebies.
Okay, you decide now is a good time to start running. You're afraid to look back, but can't help it. Yep, they're following you. There's got to be like fifty of them now. How horrifying.
You remember the situation that got you here: you have no idea. It just kind of happened. This black and white universe is becoming more strange and terrifying by the minute. You're kind of surprised by one thing, though. You don't really feel that scared. It's like where ever you are is drained of both colour and emotion. Spooky.
"Miss cat?!" You hear from in front of you but it's too late. You collide with one of the figures, falling to your knees. Well, more like flat on your face. That kind of hurt. Though less than you expected.
"Whha?" Is all you can manage as you get up and meet face to face with one of these creatures. You notice their eyes are strangely placed on their heads.
You stand up as the figures swarm in around you, blocking your way. If you weren't so clumsy, maybe you'd be escaping right now.
You watch them stare at you. It feels awkward. You don't know if you should break the silence.
Brenuceslu: Where am I now? Everything is black and white? You notice someone staring at you.
"uhm- H-hi?" You say. They continue to stare at you in awe.
You hear a distant voice and notice more strange figures coming close to look at you. A little too close. The faces gathering around you don't look normal but you're not sure why. Something is off about them.
Brenuceslu: @Tahrey:
Hah! I guess Vaporwave is a little cheesier and embodies the sound of deserted mall elevators. I think the name was inspired by vaporware - software that was promised but didn't end up existing.
It does sounds like vapor, or some kind of tacky pink fog. It kind of grew on me.
That guy has been looking at you for like thirty seconds now. You tried to ignore it at first.
He seems approachable, you guess? More so than the mages and townsfolk speeding past. Why not say hello quick?
The breton continues to stare at you as you approach. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea?
"Uh, I couldn't help noticing you were staring at me. You have piercing eyes. Is everything okay?" You say.
"Nothing is okay." He spits out. "They saw right through me at the college. Wouldn't even let me through the front gate... I'll never be a mage." He rambles.
You feel like comforting him. You assumed he was going to say something anti-khajiit at first. Looks like that isn't a problem now.
"There, there... er- How do I do this? Did I say that out lou-" You stop and take a breath. Your comforting others skills are clearly a little rusty.
"There, there, indeed." He replies sadly. He looks at you suddenly with firey intensity.
"I'm sorry. I just-" You begin before being interrupted.
The breton throws his hands in the air dramatically.
"I. Hate. Rorikstead!" He shouts. "But where else can I go now? What else is left for me?"
"I uh-" you whisper. Truthfully you have no idea what to say now. Where is that? You don't think you should ask him about it. Yep. You're just going to let him vent. That would be safer.
"I hate cows! I hate cabbage." He screams.
"Cows have milk and stuff so it's-" You begin.
"Of course a khajiit would say that!" He mumbles sadly.
Something happens though. He looks up at you with a smirk.
"HHA-HAH-AH-A-HAA-HAAAAAAAA!" He laughs heartily and struggles for breath. You're a little bit hurt at the lame cat joke but you kind of set yourself up. At least you might have helped right? That's cool.
"I was just kidding, I don't like milk." You lie. "So what's so bad about Roriks-"
"HAAAAAAA-HAAAAAAAAAHA-HA" He starts up again. "It's just- Hah... You don't like- bfffhhhaha!"
He regains his composure a bit. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend."
"That's alright." You say.
"Thanks for that." He adds, holding out his hand to you. "I'm Marcus."
"I'm Katia Managan." You say enthusiastically.
He sighs. "Sorry about that, I kind of... Yeah. Today really really sucks." He rambles.
You wonder if you should ask him about Rorikstead or just leave it for now. He is calmed down after all. You think for a moment about what to say next...
Brenuceslu: You're unsure if you should go to Winterhold. You don't have any money and don't have a place to stay. So wouldn't it be like the same as being out here basically?
Also, Ion isn't exactly the best company. Though he was nice enough to give you pants he was about to throw out anyway.
You decide you'll go off on your own after you reach town. Maybe you could make some coin.
"So is Ion your real name?" You ask nervously.
"Ionlurescoldukka." He replies. You didn't catch that. Maybe you shouldn't have asked.
"Oh." You say.
"What's my name?" He asks you with a smirk.
"Uhhhhhhh...." You're drawing blank. Should you just make something up?
"Typical cat." He laughs. "Not that I blame you." He adds.
"Hey!" You say shyly. "I'm Katia Managan, not just some 'cat'." You try to raise your voice and sound intimidating but you know it's failing.
"Oh, my bad. Where are my manners." He says absentmindedly. You get the sense he doesn't care.
It's then you notice the rooftops of a few buildings up ahead. You're coming into town! This gives you a bit of hope, You didn't think you'd ever visit Skyrim. You kind of assumed it was a bitter cold wasteland. It's not that bad though so far. Minus the being frozen solid. That's not really Skyrim's fault though...
"Here we are." Ion says as you reach the main street. "This is it. I led you into town but you're on you own now."
"Alright well thank you." You say.
"Stop following me." He says once more. You didn't realize you were still sort of doing that.
"Sorry!" You call to him as he walks away quickly. Well- moving on then.
Lots of people in mage robes pass. More than you've seen in a while. You wonder if this is some kind of wizardy-town.
"Wait, hey! I wasn't going to steal, I mean I was just curious oh gods please-"
"It's alright." A wizardly looking guy with a long flowing robe stands over you.
"I doubt you could really steal anything. You look like on of the good Khajiit. Er, forget I said that." He rambles.
Was he just slightly, racist? You don't mind. You're kind of coming to expect it. He's pretty lenient about you nosing around so you let it slide. Not like you could do much to stop him being racist though. You assume where ever you are (frozen-mountain-place) has free speech laws.
"You look cold. Do you normally go around- like that? All-" The bearded mage points at your exposed lower half. You wish you could do something about that.
Yeah, this is awkward.
"Well I kind of lost my clothes? I know that sounds really bad but" You begin.
"Shh! Give it a rest for a moment, cat." The mage says gruffly. "Let's get out of the cold first. Follow me, and take this."
The mage hands you something out of a bag he's carrying around his shoulder. Pants? Pants.
"Thank you so much." You smile graciously.
"Oh, it's nothing. Really. I was about to throw those out actually. I got them off a frozen draugr earlier. Kind of a waste of precious bag space to be honest." He rambles.
"Where are we going?" You ask.
"You ever been to Winterhold? I'm headed back there to sell a few things. The mage replies.
"Winterhold?" You say.
"Yep. Where did you come from?" He asks.
"Cyrodiil." You say plainly.
"That's a long way to travel with no pants, you know." He says accusingly.
"Hey! I lost them. I-" You pause. You figure it'd be best to just stop talking now.
"Well- I'm Ion. You're welcome to follow me back if you're lost. You kind of have that lost cat look to you."
"I'm Katia Managan." You reply.
A large wolf wanders close and jumps at the mage before you can react. You scream only after he's killed it with ease.
"Also, this is Skyrim now. I've never been to Cyrodiil but I assume that land breeds milk-drinkers like you. Stick close." He says.
You wonder what to do now. So you're in Skyrim? How did you get this far north?! How long were you blacked out. How long were you frozen? You couldn't have been frozen for only one night you realize. What now? You're a little hesitant to ask Ion anything, he's a little intimidating.
You shiver. You notice your fur is standing up a bit in places. You weren't aware your fur could do that unless you were scared. Well that's kind of cool.
You walk, feet falling deep into the snow. At least having fur is keeping you from freezing to death. You notice tall mountains behind you from where you came, and large glacial cliffs leading to a body of water up ahead. It's really quite beautiful. You almost forget you're pants-less and like totally, totally lost.
One thing is for sure. You're not in Cyrodiil. You couldn't be.
You notice something unusual in the distance. It looks like something made of wood. What could that be?
You head over to it quickly, hoping it's not another hallucination. There's bound to be someone around who can fill you in on all the details.
It looks like some kind of scaffolding. There's a chest lying in plain sight. It's probably locked, you assume. Your khajiiti desire to NOT STEAL but simply take a peek inside grows stronger as you approach.
What is this place?
You notice a wall carved in stone with designs you've never seen before. It looks ancient.
You sneak over to the chest and are surprised to find it's open. There are Septims inside.
Like, woah. Hold on.
11 Septims!
Who's just leaving their gold around like this!? You're really tempted to pocket the coins. It isn't like you wouldn't pay them back. You could toss 11 Septims back in here tomorrow, assuming you can find your way back here... You don't even have pants. You probably need the money more than whoever left it here. You assume no one is around, until you hear a voice from behind you.
You're not sure what just happened. There was a khajiit and a nord? The khajiit was named Jo'rasha or something? Huh?
You must have- imagined it? What? Was it all a hallucination? Maybe this cave is, too. You've never seen a cave made completely of ice. It does look suspiciously like something out of a dream.
You wonder if something in the cave just caused a hallucination. Everything else feels pretty real, and you're starting to feel more alert. With all the melting ice and the lack of fresh air... That could have done it.
But that means, you managed to escape on your own somehow. Nice. You recall the flames that you assumed were being cast by the nord figure. Huh. Guess that was you.
You can't help but notice. In your dream state you had clothes. Why does this always happen?
Well, at least you still have underwear on. When you woke up you noticed all the bottles shamefully strewn about. Why did those remain but NOT my clothes?
You notice light up ahead and make your way towards it. You find a shirt that looks familiar. You put it on. Now it's just the problem of pants.
You hear a roar from behind you and turn. It looks like the mammoth escaped not long after you did.
Fortunately for you, it's too large to fit through the small hole you left out of. You're sure if it wasn't for that you'd be cat food. Mammoth food? Lame joke.
The mammoth angrily thrashes about, you figure you'd better hurry to the exit just in case.
Or you think it's the exit. What if that light leads to another cave. A brighter cave.
You exit and are greeted by a chilly wind. The sunlight is blinding. Everything is covered in snow. Where are you?
Okay, Okay. Right. You can't lose hope. Someone could have heard you. You did scream like a baby. There's still time.
What if you could create flames around your body instead? That surely wouldn't make anything worse.
You hear more rumbling in the distance as you get focused. If you mess this up, you're toast. Literally.
You notice the flames you started before are making things a little warmer in the cavern. Also, it looks like the mammoth is nearly free.
What!?
It's looking at you. You smile Awkwardly at it, not wanting to offend it. If that's something you could do. Offend a mammoth. You'd just feel weird if you didn't. You get the feeling mammoths are more intelligent than they look.
What are you doing? It's fire time. You remind yourself to stay focused.
You somehow need to make flames surround you without burning you. You're pretty sure you've seen trained mages do this before. Maybe once. You try your best to visualize how it could happen.
You feel something! Yes! Things are suddenly warmer.
"I've got you. Hold on." Something says.
You look beside you and are surprised to see two figures behind a wall of fire. You're melting quickly. So you're saved!?
Awesome. You feel a little down that it wasn't your wizardly magic doing the saving. At least you won't die down here, though.
You fall free and try to stand up. Your foot is still caught.
"Uh, m-my foot. It's... haha." You say embarrassed. You tug at it, trying to pull it out. They probably figured you could manage this last bit on your own.
"What? Oh." You hear. The figures come closer. You make out a khajiit and a nord in heavy armor.
With one swift movement, you're pulled from the ice like it was nothing. Because, it was.
"This one is gracious, yes?" You hear the khajiit say.
You're set down on your feet, and are happy to know you can move again and that you're safe.
"Thank you!" You say to the both of them.
They begin to walk up a steep slope and you follow. You have no idea how to get out of here.
"This one is lore friendly." The khajiit says.
"What?" You ask.
"He just says that sometimes, not sure what his deal is." The nord replies.
"This one woke up in Riften jail. With a bad headache." The khajiit adds.
"What's lore? Like a story?" You ask.
"Jo'Rasha does not know this either." He finishes.
You figure Jo'Rasha must have had a hard bump to the head.
"So what's your name? I'm Katia-"
"I couldn't leave you down here." The Nord says. "I had to come back."
Well isn't that great. The ice near the mammoth is breaking apart. Did your voice cause that? You were better at saving your life when you were frozen.
You take a closer look at the bottles. They look like they're empty, unfortunately. You're not sure how you paid for all those drinks. Things got a little hazy after whatever happened to get you here. Maybe it's an effect of thawing out. You do feel slightly under the weather.
This could still work, though! Maybe you don't have to set something on fire at all. Just create enough heat to melt the bottles. At least that could make it steamy? You decide it's better than just waiting around anyhow.
You concentrate with what you imagine is your best serious face possible. It's only then you realize you've never tried to melt something before. Set things on fire, sure; but melt not so much.
You keep trying anyway but get distracted when you hear a low rumbling sound, followed by some icicles dropping from the ceiling.
Gods, is the cave going to collapse?
You turn your attention back to the bottles, trying as hard as you can to get them to do something. Anything.
You could die in here! But, in your blacked out state you manageed to make it this far. So, you still have a chance. You're Katia Managan after all, right!? You can still do this.
You focus, bending the energy around the bottles. You're trying to make the air around it vibrate into a frenzy when you hear louder rumbling sounds.
Hurry hurry-hurry-hurry hurryhurryhurry.
Are you saying that out loud?
You see something bright appear out of the corner of your eye. Well, it looks like you got a fire going. You turn your attention to a few arrows going up in flames. The ice around the mammoth begins to thaw faster. That's not helping.
Brenuceslu: @Geravind: I was thinking it looked windy when I first started drawing, funny enough. Then, I sort of forgot and it became an indoor scene somehow. Maybe it's just drafty? Like- really, really drafty. Haha
Dramatic Descriptions
"What do you- want?! Please- don't hurt- meeeee..." You say through tired breaths.
"Kitty!" Someone yells in the distance. They sound like a middle aged woman.
Everything returns to silence once again. The figures glare at you. It looks like they got a little closer. Yeah. Personal space would be nice right now.
You feel anxiety growing in your chest. You get the feeling you should run as fast as you can.
"eiiuughhh.." you squeak out accidentally while cringing. These people are giving you the heebie-jeebies.
Okay, you decide now is a good time to start running. You're afraid to look back, but can't help it. Yep, they're following you. There's got to be like fifty of them now. How horrifying.
You remember the situation that got you here: you have no idea. It just kind of happened. This black and white universe is becoming more strange and terrifying by the minute. You're kind of surprised by one thing, though. You don't really feel that scared. It's like where ever you are is drained of both colour and emotion. Spooky.
"Miss cat?!" You hear from in front of you but it's too late. You collide with one of the figures, falling to your knees. Well, more like flat on your face. That kind of hurt. Though less than you expected.
"Whha?" Is all you can manage as you get up and meet face to face with one of these creatures. You notice their eyes are strangely placed on their heads.
You stand up as the figures swarm in around you, blocking your way. If you weren't so clumsy, maybe you'd be escaping right now.
You watch them stare at you. It feels awkward. You don't know if you should break the silence.
"uhm- H-hi?" You say. They continue to stare at you in awe.
You hear a distant voice and notice more strange figures coming close to look at you. A little too close. The faces gathering around you don't look normal but you're not sure why. Something is off about them.
Thanks. Trying to figure out how digital painting works still. Might go through some tutorials.
Hah! I guess Vaporwave is a little cheesier and embodies the sound of deserted mall elevators. I think the name was inspired by vaporware - software that was promised but didn't end up existing.
It does sounds like vapor, or some kind of tacky pink fog. It kind of grew on me.
@Armored-Struggle-Wagon:
Now that you think about it, Yeah.
That guy has been looking at you for like thirty seconds now. You tried to ignore it at first.
He seems approachable, you guess? More so than the mages and townsfolk speeding past. Why not say hello quick?
The breton continues to stare at you as you approach. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea?
"Uh, I couldn't help noticing you were staring at me. You have piercing eyes. Is everything okay?" You say.
"Nothing is okay." He spits out. "They saw right through me at the college. Wouldn't even let me through the front gate... I'll never be a mage." He rambles.
You feel like comforting him. You assumed he was going to say something anti-khajiit at first. Looks like that isn't a problem now.
"There, there... er- How do I do this? Did I say that out lou-" You stop and take a breath. Your comforting others skills are clearly a little rusty.
"There, there, indeed." He replies sadly. He looks at you suddenly with firey intensity.
"I'm sorry. I just-" You begin before being interrupted.
The breton throws his hands in the air dramatically.
"I. Hate. Rorikstead!" He shouts. "But where else can I go now? What else is left for me?"
"I uh-" you whisper. Truthfully you have no idea what to say now. Where is that? You don't think you should ask him about it. Yep. You're just going to let him vent. That would be safer.
"I hate cows! I hate cabbage." He screams.
"Cows have milk and stuff so it's-" You begin.
"Of course a khajiit would say that!" He mumbles sadly.
Something happens though. He looks up at you with a smirk.
"HHA-HAH-AH-A-HAA-HAAAAAAAA!" He laughs heartily and struggles for breath. You're a little bit hurt at the lame cat joke but you kind of set yourself up. At least you might have helped right? That's cool.
"I was just kidding, I don't like milk." You lie. "So what's so bad about Roriks-"
"HAAAAAAA-HAAAAAAAAAHA-HA" He starts up again. "It's just- Hah... You don't like- bfffhhhaha!"
He regains his composure a bit. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend."
"That's alright." You say.
"Thanks for that." He adds, holding out his hand to you. "I'm Marcus."
"I'm Katia Managan." You say enthusiastically.
He sighs. "Sorry about that, I kind of... Yeah. Today really really sucks." He rambles.
You wonder if you should ask him about Rorikstead or just leave it for now. He is calmed down after all. You think for a moment about what to say next...
Also, Ion isn't exactly the best company. Though he was nice enough to give you pants he was about to throw out anyway.
You decide you'll go off on your own after you reach town. Maybe you could make some coin.
"So is Ion your real name?" You ask nervously.
"Ionlurescoldukka." He replies. You didn't catch that. Maybe you shouldn't have asked.
"Oh." You say.
"What's my name?" He asks you with a smirk.
"Uhhhhhhh...." You're drawing blank. Should you just make something up?
"Typical cat." He laughs. "Not that I blame you." He adds.
"Hey!" You say shyly. "I'm Katia Managan, not just some 'cat'." You try to raise your voice and sound intimidating but you know it's failing.
"Oh, my bad. Where are my manners." He says absentmindedly. You get the sense he doesn't care.
It's then you notice the rooftops of a few buildings up ahead. You're coming into town! This gives you a bit of hope, You didn't think you'd ever visit Skyrim. You kind of assumed it was a bitter cold wasteland. It's not that bad though so far. Minus the being frozen solid. That's not really Skyrim's fault though...
"Here we are." Ion says as you reach the main street. "This is it. I led you into town but you're on you own now."
"Alright well thank you." You say.
"Stop following me." He says once more. You didn't realize you were still sort of doing that.
"Sorry!" You call to him as he walks away quickly. Well- moving on then.
Lots of people in mage robes pass. More than you've seen in a while. You wonder if this is some kind of wizardy-town.
What now?
"Wait, hey! I wasn't going to steal, I mean I was just curious oh gods please-"
"It's alright." A wizardly looking guy with a long flowing robe stands over you.
"I doubt you could really steal anything. You look like on of the good Khajiit. Er, forget I said that." He rambles.
Was he just slightly, racist? You don't mind. You're kind of coming to expect it. He's pretty lenient about you nosing around so you let it slide. Not like you could do much to stop him being racist though. You assume where ever you are (frozen-mountain-place) has free speech laws.
"You look cold. Do you normally go around- like that? All-" The bearded mage points at your exposed lower half. You wish you could do something about that.
Yeah, this is awkward.
"Well I kind of lost my clothes? I know that sounds really bad but" You begin.
"Shh! Give it a rest for a moment, cat." The mage says gruffly. "Let's get out of the cold first. Follow me, and take this."
The mage hands you something out of a bag he's carrying around his shoulder. Pants? Pants.
"Thank you so much." You smile graciously.
"Oh, it's nothing. Really. I was about to throw those out actually. I got them off a frozen draugr earlier. Kind of a waste of precious bag space to be honest." He rambles.
"Where are we going?" You ask.
"You ever been to Winterhold? I'm headed back there to sell a few things. The mage replies.
"Winterhold?" You say.
"Yep. Where did you come from?" He asks.
"Cyrodiil." You say plainly.
"That's a long way to travel with no pants, you know." He says accusingly.
"Hey! I lost them. I-" You pause. You figure it'd be best to just stop talking now.
"Well- I'm Ion. You're welcome to follow me back if you're lost. You kind of have that lost cat look to you."
"I'm Katia Managan." You reply.
A large wolf wanders close and jumps at the mage before you can react. You scream only after he's killed it with ease.
"Also, this is Skyrim now. I've never been to Cyrodiil but I assume that land breeds milk-drinkers like you. Stick close." He says.
You wonder what to do now. So you're in Skyrim? How did you get this far north?! How long were you blacked out. How long were you frozen? You couldn't have been frozen for only one night you realize. What now? You're a little hesitant to ask Ion anything, he's a little intimidating.
You shiver. You notice your fur is standing up a bit in places. You weren't aware your fur could do that unless you were scared. Well that's kind of cool.
You walk, feet falling deep into the snow. At least having fur is keeping you from freezing to death. You notice tall mountains behind you from where you came, and large glacial cliffs leading to a body of water up ahead. It's really quite beautiful. You almost forget you're pants-less and like totally, totally lost.
One thing is for sure. You're not in Cyrodiil. You couldn't be.
You notice something unusual in the distance. It looks like something made of wood. What could that be?
You head over to it quickly, hoping it's not another hallucination. There's bound to be someone around who can fill you in on all the details.
It looks like some kind of scaffolding. There's a chest lying in plain sight. It's probably locked, you assume. Your khajiiti desire to NOT STEAL but simply take a peek inside grows stronger as you approach.
What is this place?
You notice a wall carved in stone with designs you've never seen before. It looks ancient.
You sneak over to the chest and are surprised to find it's open. There are Septims inside.
Like, woah. Hold on.
11 Septims!
Who's just leaving their gold around like this!? You're really tempted to pocket the coins. It isn't like you wouldn't pay them back. You could toss 11 Septims back in here tomorrow, assuming you can find your way back here... You don't even have pants. You probably need the money more than whoever left it here. You assume no one is around, until you hear a voice from behind you.
"Can I help you?"
You're not sure what just happened. There was a khajiit and a nord? The khajiit was named Jo'rasha or something? Huh?
You must have- imagined it? What? Was it all a hallucination? Maybe this cave is, too. You've never seen a cave made completely of ice. It does look suspiciously like something out of a dream.
You wonder if something in the cave just caused a hallucination. Everything else feels pretty real, and you're starting to feel more alert. With all the melting ice and the lack of fresh air... That could have done it.
But that means, you managed to escape on your own somehow. Nice. You recall the flames that you assumed were being cast by the nord figure. Huh. Guess that was you.
You can't help but notice. In your dream state you had clothes. Why does this always happen?
Well, at least you still have underwear on. When you woke up you noticed all the bottles shamefully strewn about. Why did those remain but NOT my clothes?
You notice light up ahead and make your way towards it. You find a shirt that looks familiar. You put it on. Now it's just the problem of pants.
You hear a roar from behind you and turn. It looks like the mammoth escaped not long after you did.
Fortunately for you, it's too large to fit through the small hole you left out of. You're sure if it wasn't for that you'd be cat food. Mammoth food? Lame joke.
The mammoth angrily thrashes about, you figure you'd better hurry to the exit just in case.
Or you think it's the exit. What if that light leads to another cave. A brighter cave.
You exit and are greeted by a chilly wind. The sunlight is blinding. Everything is covered in snow. Where are you?
Okay, Okay. Right. You can't lose hope. Someone could have heard you. You did scream like a baby. There's still time.
What if you could create flames around your body instead? That surely wouldn't make anything worse.
You hear more rumbling in the distance as you get focused. If you mess this up, you're toast. Literally.
You notice the flames you started before are making things a little warmer in the cavern. Also, it looks like the mammoth is nearly free.
What!?
It's looking at you. You smile Awkwardly at it, not wanting to offend it. If that's something you could do. Offend a mammoth. You'd just feel weird if you didn't. You get the feeling mammoths are more intelligent than they look.
What are you doing? It's fire time. You remind yourself to stay focused.
You somehow need to make flames surround you without burning you. You're pretty sure you've seen trained mages do this before. Maybe once. You try your best to visualize how it could happen.
You feel something! Yes! Things are suddenly warmer.
"I've got you. Hold on." Something says.
You look beside you and are surprised to see two figures behind a wall of fire. You're melting quickly. So you're saved!?
Awesome. You feel a little down that it wasn't your wizardly magic doing the saving. At least you won't die down here, though.
You fall free and try to stand up. Your foot is still caught.
"Uh, m-my foot. It's... haha." You say embarrassed. You tug at it, trying to pull it out. They probably figured you could manage this last bit on your own.
"What? Oh." You hear. The figures come closer. You make out a khajiit and a nord in heavy armor.
With one swift movement, you're pulled from the ice like it was nothing. Because, it was.
"This one is gracious, yes?" You hear the khajiit say.
You're set down on your feet, and are happy to know you can move again and that you're safe.
"Thank you!" You say to the both of them.
They begin to walk up a steep slope and you follow. You have no idea how to get out of here.
"This one is lore friendly." The khajiit says.
"What?" You ask.
"He just says that sometimes, not sure what his deal is." The nord replies.
"This one woke up in Riften jail. With a bad headache." The khajiit adds.
"What's lore? Like a story?" You ask.
"Jo'Rasha does not know this either." He finishes.
You figure Jo'Rasha must have had a hard bump to the head.
"So what's your name? I'm Katia-"
"I couldn't leave you down here." The Nord says. "I had to come back."
"Help?" You wail.
Nope. Nothing.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLP!"
-///CRAACKKK/////-
Well isn't that great. The ice near the mammoth is breaking apart. Did your voice cause that? You were better at saving your life when you were frozen.
Hmm, that might work.
You take a closer look at the bottles. They look like they're empty, unfortunately. You're not sure how you paid for all those drinks. Things got a little hazy after whatever happened to get you here. Maybe it's an effect of thawing out. You do feel slightly under the weather.
This could still work, though! Maybe you don't have to set something on fire at all. Just create enough heat to melt the bottles. At least that could make it steamy? You decide it's better than just waiting around anyhow.
You concentrate with what you imagine is your best serious face possible. It's only then you realize you've never tried to melt something before. Set things on fire, sure; but melt not so much.
You keep trying anyway but get distracted when you hear a low rumbling sound, followed by some icicles dropping from the ceiling.
Gods, is the cave going to collapse?
You turn your attention back to the bottles, trying as hard as you can to get them to do something. Anything.
You could die in here! But, in your blacked out state you manageed to make it this far. So, you still have a chance. You're Katia Managan after all, right!? You can still do this.
You focus, bending the energy around the bottles. You're trying to make the air around it vibrate into a frenzy when you hear louder rumbling sounds.
Hurry hurry-hurry-hurry hurryhurryhurry.
Are you saying that out loud?
You see something bright appear out of the corner of your eye. Well, it looks like you got a fire going. You turn your attention to a few arrows going up in flames. The ice around the mammoth begins to thaw faster. That's not helping.
Is that a mammoth tusk? You see the outline of a mammoth through thick ice, and a whole quiver of arrows thawing out around it.
Ice? Wait.
What?
You're frozen into a block of ice. Or is this deep inside a glacier?
Yeah, Glacier. You remain in the ice patiently waiting to thaw out. As if there was anything else you could do.
You're surprised you managed to survive being frozen solid. Is that something Khajiit can even do? You have no idea.
At least you'll thaw out before the mammoth does... Right?