Road Work Never Stops: Saturalia Tale Raw Audio Just Dropped! ❄️🎙️ (Patreon)

Howdy folks,

Suitcases and travel schedules can’t slow down the studio grind. The initial voice tracking for our upcoming Saturalia Tale is officially wrapped, fresh out of the booth and straight to you!

FIrst some songs! Because we like Songs :) I wlil provide a mastered version come December!

Grab your headphones... here’s the raw, unmastered audio track hot off the press:

To give you a taste of the festive chaos we’re putting together, check out the script/skit breakdown below while Kerstyn's audio plays.

Stage 0

Player: You’ve been quiet. Even for someone who spent centuries locked in a stone sarcophagus.

Serana: Have I?

Player: You’re hovering near the shadows more than usual. And you haven't complained about the weather in three hours.

Serana: A tragic loss for our scintillating conversations, I'm sure.

Player: What’s eating at you? And don't say "nothing."

Serana: ...

Serana: Look at the sky. It’s Evening Star.

Player: Winter is setting in. So what?

Serana: The twentieth is approaching.

Player: That date makes your pulse jump. Well... if you had one.

Serana: Don't joke about that date. Ever.

Stage 10

Player: Tell me what the twentieth means.

Serana: It’s the day mortals are foolish enough to reach out to the Prince of Domination. Molag Bal’s summoning day.

Player: Harkon knew.

Serana: He practically lived by it. He didn't just want power; he wanted an audience.

Player: That was the night.

Serana: The altar. The blood. The screams. Everything that made me... this.

Player: Serana...

Serana: I survived his "gift." Barely. My mother called it a blessing. My father called it destiny. I just remember the cold. A cold deeper than any blizzard in Skyrim.

Player: And then Saturalia comes right after.

Serana: Five days later. Everyone singing about light, life, and rebirth. Drinking spiced wine while I’m still hearing echoes of Daedric whispers in the dark. It’s nauseating.

Stage 20

Player: Then we take the day back.

Serana: You can't just "take back" trauma with some roasted pheasant and festive wreaths.

Player: Not erase it. Bleed it dry of its power. We put something better right over top of it.

Serana: ...

Serana: You sound dangerously confident.

Player: Spend the twenty-fifth by the hearth with me. Lock the door. Let the rest of the province freeze outside.

Serana: Just you, a fire, and no screaming cultists?

Player: Exactly.

Serana: You really don't give up, do you?

Player: Not on you.

Serana: ...Careful, Darkling. Keep talking like that and I might actually believe you.

Stage 30

Player: What does an ancient vampire princess actually want for a holiday?

Serana: An entire bottle of spiced Cyrodilic brandy, a roaring fire that won't try to immolate me, and quiet. Absolute quiet.

Player: No ancient crypts? No Draugr rattling in the corner?

Serana: Shockingly, no. A plush velvet chair, a heavy fur blanket, and someone decent to keep me warm.

Player: Someone decent, huh?

Serana: Don't fish for compliments. It’s unseemly.

Player: I could wear the Saturalia hat. The one with the little bell.

Serana: If you put that ridiculous thing on, I will use vampiric grip to throw you out the nearest window.

Player: You'd miss me.

Serana: The draft would be more polite.

Stage 40

Player: Look up.

Serana: What did you… by the blood, Darkling.

Player: Snowberries. Placed with pinpoint tactical precision right above the entryway.

Serana: That is an ambush. Highly dishonorable.

Player: Tradition dictates the terms of engagement.

Serana: You think a sprig of dried berries gives you leverage over a Daughter of Coldharbour?

Player: Terrified?

Serana: Of you? Never. Of what happens if I let my guard down around you?

Player: Serana...

Serana: ...Take one step closer and find out.

Stage 50

Player: It's the twentieth.

Serana: I know.

Player: You're shivering.

Serana: It’s phantom cold. My skin doesn't feel it, but my bones remember.

Serana: ...Your hands are always so unreasonably warm.

Player: Living perk. I’m not leaving the room today.

Serana: You don't have to watch me brood.

Player: I'm not watching you brood. I'm keeping the dark away.

Serana: ...Stay. Just like this.

Stage 60

Player: Happy Saturalia, Serana.

Serana: Keep your voice down. The sun isn't even fully up yet.

Player: Open your gift.

Serana: (Unwrapping a silver-bound journal) This is such a great journal.

Player: Thought you deserved something so you can track your present and future.

Serana: ...

Player: Serana? Are those tears?

Serana: Don't be ridiculous. Vampires don't cry. It's just the ash from the fire.

Player: Right. The fire.

Serana: Shut up and take yours.

Player: To Be Determined

Serana: It took three different merchants and a very subtle threat of violence to forge. If you lose it in some ruin, I’m locking you out in the snow.

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Player: The snowberries are still hanging up there.

Serana: I noticed.

Player: Going to threaten to feed me to gargoyles again?

Serana: No. I think... I’ve made my peace with that particular tradition.

Player: Then come here.

Serana: Happy Saturalia, my idiot hero. Now kiss me before the sun comes up.