Category: Alfgar

Alfgar says we are not being fair–  everyone ELSE here gets to have glamour shots done while they are young and pretty, and did we bother asking him?

No.

I expressed some hesitation. I don’t believe Alfgar was ever one or the other. Certainly not both–

Alfgar said even just a few years ago would be fine.

*sigh*

 

I hope he’s happy now.

 

I advised Alfgar that he was being badly behaved.

He smiled.

All right then, Alfgar.

It’s fanservice time.

 

We’ll see who’s laughing now.

All right. I see we have an understanding.

Alfgar will play nice, and we will see if we can’t find him a set of boots which breathes a little bit better. He also asked could we do something about the loincloth?

Sure, I said.

And could we maybe get on with things? Because he really needs to stop fooling around and get back to work.

We’ll see.

That.. looks like an Eye of Magnus.

Should we really be poking at the Mini Eye of Magnus?

I remember what happened with the last one. They’re still picking bits of the College out of the Sea of Ghosts.

Alfgar says he we have some doubts about the utility of this armor.

He says that’s fine– he likes to work out a little on his break.

He’ll give a little demonstration before going back to work digging around in the  mural hall. Hopefully he’ll find that secret passage today– maybe we can quit early and get supper back at Blackthorn Inn, huh?

And.. the blood of the Dovahkiin works as expected.

So what’s in the room?

That is not funny, Alfgar!

Alfgar says we should see our faces. It is just a statute. He will get down now. No he doesn’t know what’s wrong with Dwemer. He says we should see the stuff he and Marcus found in this place over on the other side of the Velothi Mountains…

Work time is over. Yes?

Break time is now.

 

Hey, looks like Nicco is finally awake!

All right, Alfgar.

Just a couple more sexy poses for our fans out there, and wrap this up.

Alfgar, that is not very sexy. That is not what we are about at all. Come on now, you can do better.

Do I have to get Marcus in here?

Alfgar says– Now that you mention Marcus… he forgot something the last time he was up here…

Uh.. okay!

Thanks for all your help, Alfgar!

We’re done here!!

Alfgar says, don’t mention it.

We want some more sexy pictures of some old guy, come talk to him again…

 

We resumed getting some shots of Dwemeri Gladiator Armor for Men by RefurbMadness.

Alfgar said that he was going to take off the other pauldron if that was okay. He said they would work great in combat against something like a giant or a dragon or a really big orc, but they weren’t really all that necessary for clearing out a ruin.

Alfgar?

What happened to your cuisses? Specifically, the right one.

Oh, that. He said it was making his knee play up. He put it in the bag.

Alfgar told me to calm down.

The Centurion wasn’t much of a threat after he ripped out its Dynamo Core, and we weren’t stuck in that cage trap for more than a couple of hours.

He said the gauntlets came in handy, but he might have damaged one while trying to get the release button for the trap unstuck.

I assured him that no one would be angry. This is why we have a costuming budget.

Still pretty warm in here, isn’t it?

Alfgar just looked at me.

He said he knows where this is going.

He said he’d play along.

He asked very nicely if he could take off the gauntlets, the cloth kilt and the remaining stocking. He did NOT ask about the chest plate. He did ask if we were going to argue with the result.

Oh, and this is Nicco. Nicco’s pretty old. Alfgar said he’ll just sleep by the fire, won’t bother anybody. He’s got to get his fish oil supplement four times a day now, so it’s not too much trouble to have him here, is it?

I suppose not. Say hi, Nicco.

Since Alfgar had taken off the chest plate, I asked if he wouldn’t mind taking some pictures with the alternate chest piece. And I found a replacement pauldron.

He was agreeable.

Could we go someplace a bit cooler?

I should have noticed the glint in his eye, or the innocent way that he asked the question. Almost like… Marcus.

He took off and we ran after him, only to find him with Lady Dibella. Oh, dear.

Alfgar wants to know, do we like his tits.

Because as we all know, there’s only ONE REASON TO MAKE MODDED ARMOR.

Do we like them better than Lady Dibella’s tits?

Alfgar assures us that this new chestpiece both lifts AND supports.

He said he is also a fan of the cross-your-heart styling. Do these straps adjust for evening gowns?

I warned him. Marcus can get away with this stuff. It’s funny and cute when Marcus does it. Not so cute when you’re a big hairy 50 year old man. And really, where is he getting this. Ladies’ magazines from forty years ago?

Alfgar just leered at me.

Marcus is a bad influence.

Alfgar said this has nothing to do with Marcus. Alfgar said that there is no possible way we can have a modded armor photoshoot without a discussion of ti–  He has seen PLENTY of these things and there is always– no. No. Alfgar, it is not mandated, it is just-

Can we just move on?

 

After this we went back to where we’d left the equipment.

It’s SO hot in here.

I told him to get that stupid grin off his face.

Playing along means he needs to keep that vapid expression in place, too.

Alfgar whines like Marcus, too.  He said he’d give us something else to look at.

Okay!

I think it’s time we take another break.