Julianos is one of the Aedra, Jim remembers that much. What the divine is actually in charge of he couldn't say off the top of his head though. There's eight (nine really but one's forbidden for Racism) to keep track of and all of Felix's Unofficial Gods on top of that...for a man who grew up without any kind of religious influence outside of a few little traditional family things when he was very young it all starts to sound the same to Jim before long. He's making a concentrated effort at it though. This is the kind of thing that's common knowledge here and saying the wrong thing could get them into a huge amount of trouble.
Jim takes the knife, though not without casting a quick side eyed glance up at the Tribune as he's fastening it to his belt for ease of access. It won't do him any good stowed away in the bottom of his pack. The captain's been around these parts long enough not to question why a close quarters weapon might be deemed necessary. His thanks is quiet before Jim shifts on his feet and waits for the PINpoint to take them--
Into a sauna filled with mulch, by the smell of it. Jim doesn't cry out but blue eyes fly open as he cranes his neck to try and see just where they've ended up. All that hurry is going to bleed away mighty fast though. Minutes won't be long enough to turn slowly in a circle to gape at their surroundings. At the towering trees as large as a housing complex on Earth or the strange flora bursting out of every available. His gasp is swallowed up by the forest around them utterly.
"Fucking hell..." Jim turns round to face Stratos before grabbing for his journal and pulling out a small folded map of Nirn out to spread out. "Where are we...? Where is Valenwood on here..." South, he'd imagine.
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Julianos is one of the Aedra, Jim remembers that much. What the divine is actually in charge of he couldn't say off the top of his head though. There's eight (nine really but one's forbidden for Racism) to keep track of and all of Felix's Unofficial Gods on top of that...for a man who grew up without any kind of religious influence outside of a few little traditional family things when he was very young it all starts to sound the same to Jim before long. He's making a concentrated effort at it though. This is the kind of thing that's common knowledge here and saying the wrong thing could get them into a huge amount of trouble.
Jim takes the knife, though not without casting a quick side eyed glance up at the Tribune as he's fastening it to his belt for ease of access. It won't do him any good stowed away in the bottom of his pack. The captain's been around these parts long enough not to question why a close quarters weapon might be deemed necessary. His thanks is quiet before Jim shifts on his feet and waits for the PINpoint to take them--
Into a sauna filled with mulch, by the smell of it. Jim doesn't cry out but blue eyes fly open as he cranes his neck to try and see just where they've ended up. All that hurry is going to bleed away mighty fast though. Minutes won't be long enough to turn slowly in a circle to gape at their surroundings. At the towering trees as large as a housing complex on Earth or the strange flora bursting out of every available. His gasp is swallowed up by the forest around them utterly.
"Fucking hell..." Jim turns round to face Stratos before grabbing for his journal and pulling out a small folded map of Nirn out to spread out. "Where are we...? Where is Valenwood on here..." South, he'd imagine.
But What a view.