More musing of Vertandi
Don't think I can stay in Falkreth anymore now. Said goodbye at Da's grave. I only hope he heard me in Sovngarde, that way our last words were no longer the angry shouting when I left. Ma left, sold everything to get a ride to Solitude to become a Priestess of the Divines. Maybe it's the will of them, I found a drum with the marking of the Bards Collage in Solitude earlier. Besides, there are some wierd things around here. And far too many vampires, though three less nests now. Naturally, other then the Master Vampire, all of them were young and attractive women. Men.
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Encountered a depressing sight while on my way north, did some looking around before I found the cave that the raiders probably came from. There was another camp outside it, a journal left suggested it was a wanderer like myself, he hadn't been back from the cave in two days, and left in the night suddenly. Not a good sign.
By the Nine! At first, I thought it was some bandits, maybe even some necromancers or a vampires, but it wasn't. Horrible, eyeless little goblins infected the cave, their remains can rot with their victims, or what's left of them.
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Helped out a woman in Dragon Bridge expose her husband's lies about his over indulgence in drink, we were just finishing up when a shadow flashed overhead. A very large shadow. Glad the Imperial soldiers there were trained enough, I don't want to guess what that thing would've done with out them.
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Made it to Solitude, nice enough place, public executions aside. Found Ma in the Temple, spent an hour catching up before her duties took her away. Went to the Bards and gave the drum back to, get this, the dean of history. Turned out that bit of wood and hide was some sort of relic he had been after. They even offered me a place in the Collage. Sort of. Returning one priceless relic wasn't enough it seems. I have to get another one even older.
Ma must have said something to a thane, I was asked to attend court and Falk Firebeard, the steward whose beard was markedly without flame. He asked me to investigate some problem in Wolfskull Cave. Why not, might as well make myself known to yet another Jarl.
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I think I could be forgiving for my moment of blasphemy when I found what was going on. I know things are messed up, but I just can't see how anyone would thing resurrecting a 500 year gone, insane necromancer queen would improve things. At least that's done with.
Getting the verse from a crypt wasn't fun either, but at least this time it was just Druger and not necromancers and or vampires. I'm really getting annoyed with those two groups.
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With a tad bit of creative interpretations, the headmaster of the Collage got his festival re-instated and I got a position... as an official retrieval specialist, this time for a flute. Whatever. At least Ma was at the festival. I've more important things to worry about. Turns out my little job for Falk wasn't quite over after all. The insane, necromancer queen was loose in Solitude, still dead though, not that it seemed to slow her down much. The dead b-...witch broke into the Temple, she threatened Ma. It just got personal.
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Finding her was not hard, she kept yammering away the whole way down. Had a few bumps along the way, but I found her looking much the same as last time. Surprise, surprise, she sent a bunch of dead bodies after me. Flamable dead bodies.
Decided not to tell the stuffy priest of Arkay about the couple of kicks I gave the woman's skull before I gave it to him for cleansing, or whatever it is he needs to do to put the witch down for good.
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QUOTE(Grits @ Mar 11 2012, 08:46 PM) 
Here's an update from Jensa:
“I told the priest of Mara that we want to get married,” he said. “They’re making all of the arrangements. Tomorrow, Jensa. Or you can still change your mind.”
I had a lot of worries, ... But that’s not what came out of my mouth.
“What if I can’t stay faithful?” I asked him. “I mean, I haven’t slept with at least half of the Stormcloak army. That’s a lot left undone, even if you take out most of the women.”
“Uh,” said Stenvar, and then he saw that I was jesting. Sort of. “I believe in you, kid.” And he gave me that smile.
Then I believed in me, too. And all at once I knew why I could never stay with a man before, even when there was not a single thing wrong with him. None of them was Stenvar.
... and how he smiled when he said, “Now and forever.”
...I just stared for a moment, then I lay back down and he wrapped his arms around me. There’s a lot that I don’t know about my husband. But I know we said the important things today. You and me. Now and forever.
I've had a very busy couple weeks and missed this - "Bwaaaaaa" - I loved this, AWESOME update to Jensa's story!
Then Stenvar finds out he gets to live in a mansion...with his nemesis, ROFL !!! I am loving Jensa's story.
QUOTE(McBadgere @ Mar 20 2012, 12:51 AM)
Shouldn't that be brilliant additions?...
...Loving the story of Crystal Beth...Any writing is better than not writing at all...And writing these journal pieces on here is excellent fun!!...
...Ah hey thanks so much. really means a lot to me to know this.
What I mean is i don't have time to really get into my character's head right now. I'm going to be doing a much deeper roleplay (and story) with a couple future charcters, but Beth's game isn't that deep. Not all of my roleplays are. Some are more fleshed out than others.
But tanks. I'll def be writing more then.
Love the stories and pics, Nadiar. Vertandi is very much like my current character--always something to do! Wow, that "Festival" looks grim! Why is it indoors? 
I was looking forward to some sort of outdoor street faire. Oh well.
Crystal Beth decided to go to Winterhold instead of Solitude. She can take a carriage there (saving me time because this means I can get to bed earlier) and she can then deposit all her gold in her room. One thing that's kinda neat (which I didn't know until now) is that Beth's horse also travels with the carraige, which means she has a way to get back south again.
She organized her room. It's a start, there's still work to be done, but it's looking good already!
GONE are all the skulls! Gone are the Nordic mead bottles and anything un-decorative. On the little drawer-top to the right, she placed a couple soul gems (one blue-colored, one a lighter aqua) on its center. Then she placed a series of rubies and amethyst on either side of the soul gems. All the red gems are on the left, all the purple gems on the right. It looks lots more feminine and eye-catching, now. A large chunk of gold also sits on the little drawer to the right of her bed.
She also placed a series of books on top of the barrels and other surfaces., books that she's found helpful along her way. One book she really likes was apparently made for Imperial soldiers, and explains each of Skyrim's holds one by one. This book is downright helpful to Beth in this strange land, as it details each hold and what its capital towns (or hamlets in some cases) are like.
One thing she learned from that book (whatever it's called): Apparently her favorite town of Solitude is Imperial-controled, which perhaps explains why she likes it there so much. It's a port town, and a well-stocked one at that. It's not that she ever admired the Imperial power itself, but the town of Solitude pleases her perhaps because it reminds her of Cyrodiil in some way. Plus it has some pretty neat hiding places and there's LOTS to explore.
She's found several other books, too...the first 3 volumes of Barenziah's story, for instance. She likes books like this (which can also be found in Cyrodiil, although not as often as before the Empire started having troubles) because they remind her of home. Beth has been in the habit of trying to "complete" each series of books she finds. It'll be nice to have her own private library.
But the question came up as Beth rode her horse from Winterhold, eventually getting attcked by a Wood Efl. Is Skyrim now her home? Can Beth actually find a future here?
She's pondered this question briefly. But for the moment, she's decided not to dwell or plan. Just keep moving! Keep adventuring. Adventuring is not only profitable, but also exciting!
As Beth grew up, reading the legends of those Cyrodiilic adventurers who lived 200 years ago in the end of the 3rd era (and sometimes the beginning of the fourth), Beth realized she's probably going to become one of these legends if she keeps up. Perhaps Beth will become another "Lady Saga", "Dyan phor a'Cauz, or somebody who really made her way with only her talents to guide her.
Maybe she'll stay here in Skyrim, maybe she'll go back to Cyrodiil, a very rich woman-elf, indeed. But in the meantime, Beth has decided to stalk every single dungeon she can safely loot. And perhaps she'll figure out what became of that lost Nordic fighter Thor a'Zaene in the process.
I was looking forward to some sort of outdoor street faire. Oh well.Crystal Beth decided to go to Winterhold instead of Solitude. She can take a carriage there (saving me time because this means I can get to bed earlier) and she can then deposit all her gold in her room. One thing that's kinda neat (which I didn't know until now) is that Beth's horse also travels with the carraige, which means she has a way to get back south again.
She organized her room. It's a start, there's still work to be done, but it's looking good already!
GONE are all the skulls! Gone are the Nordic mead bottles and anything un-decorative. On the little drawer-top to the right, she placed a couple soul gems (one blue-colored, one a lighter aqua) on its center. Then she placed a series of rubies and amethyst on either side of the soul gems. All the red gems are on the left, all the purple gems on the right.
It looks lots more feminine and eye-catching, now. A large chunk of gold also sits on the little drawer to the right of her bed. She also placed a series of books on top of the barrels and other surfaces., books that she's found helpful along her way. One book she really likes was apparently made for Imperial soldiers, and explains each of Skyrim's holds one by one. This book is downright helpful to Beth in this strange land, as it details each hold and what its capital towns (or hamlets in some cases) are like.
One thing she learned from that book (whatever it's called): Apparently her favorite town of Solitude is Imperial-controled, which perhaps explains why she likes it there so much. It's a port town, and a well-stocked one at that. It's not that she ever admired the Imperial power itself, but the town of Solitude pleases her perhaps because it reminds her of Cyrodiil in some way. Plus it has some pretty neat hiding places and there's LOTS to explore.
She's found several other books, too...the first 3 volumes of Barenziah's story, for instance. She likes books like this (which can also be found in Cyrodiil, although not as often as before the Empire started having troubles) because they remind her of home. Beth has been in the habit of trying to "complete" each series of books she finds. It'll be nice to have her own private library.
But the question came up as Beth rode her horse from Winterhold, eventually getting attcked by a Wood Efl. Is Skyrim now her home? Can Beth actually find a future here?
She's pondered this question briefly. But for the moment, she's decided not to dwell or plan. Just keep moving! Keep adventuring. Adventuring is not only profitable, but also exciting!
As Beth grew up, reading the legends of those Cyrodiilic adventurers who lived 200 years ago in the end of the 3rd era (and sometimes the beginning of the fourth), Beth realized she's probably going to become one of these legends if she keeps up. Perhaps Beth will become another "Lady Saga", "Dyan phor a'Cauz, or somebody who really made her way with only her talents to guide her.
Maybe she'll stay here in Skyrim, maybe she'll go back to Cyrodiil, a very rich woman-elf, indeed. But in the meantime, Beth has decided to stalk every single dungeon she can safely loot. And perhaps she'll figure out what became of that lost Nordic fighter Thor a'Zaene in the process.
On her way to Solitude, Crystal Beth took a wrong turn somewhere and wound up finding a rather sprawled-out roadside fort called Fort Snowhawk. Beth could see Solitude off to the north of this fort, and she really wants to get back there,
...but as usual she can't help herself. She must see what this fort is all about.
Turns out, it's Necromancers. Oooh. Beth systematically slaughtered them all. some of them put up a fight, but Beth's diverse knowings of all schools of magics has given her an edge.
Back in the days when the Imperial Empire was at its height, very few magicians managed to really diversify, so far as magics go. Most common outlaw mages found in Ayleid ruins and other dungeons, for instance, would maybe only practice a couple schools of magics before getting lazy and not progressing into true masterdom. They'd summon a scamp and throw a few fireballs, but would ignore Illusionary and Mysticism-type spells. Or, perhaps in some cases these Necromancers simply didn't have access to something which might have broadened their magic books.
The role of the common renegade mage was to find a location (preferably underground) and then set up shop there. From then on, these average mages would simply have a place to live. Their main goal now was to protect their treasures against any in-comers looking for some easy gold.
There was usually also a "head" mage, as well, a sort of leader. This leader would usually be more advanced than the pawns he or she shared the dungeon with, but not by much.
200 years later, Beth is also finding this to be true. Although she had never fought a Cyrodiilic mage, what she read about them is they used a similar structure to the way Skyrim's outlaw mages do it, so far as their little societies go. The head of the dungeon (be it mage, bandit, or whatever) is always the strongest. He or she surrounds him/herself with as many pawns as possible, and (so far) Beth has found these pawns can almost always be out-smarted.
But what of the leader? Beth hadn't come to the leader of Fort Snowhawk yet. After killing at least a dozen foul, evil-doing Necromancers, Beth wisely decides she's gonna back off. The leader, after all, could be somebody really advanced. Cyrodiilic Necromancer mages may have been weak, but here in Skyrim the rumor was that some of them were quite powerful. Could possibly eliminate a weaker, unarmored adventurer like Beth in just a few shots.
There's more of this fort to explore..maybe she should wait until she's got her Nordic follower (a rent-an-NPC who lives up in Solitude) with her, just as extra insurance.
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...but as usual she can't help herself. She must see what this fort is all about.
Turns out, it's Necromancers. Oooh. Beth systematically slaughtered them all. some of them put up a fight, but Beth's diverse knowings of all schools of magics has given her an edge.
Back in the days when the Imperial Empire was at its height, very few magicians managed to really diversify, so far as magics go. Most common outlaw mages found in Ayleid ruins and other dungeons, for instance, would maybe only practice a couple schools of magics before getting lazy and not progressing into true masterdom. They'd summon a scamp and throw a few fireballs, but would ignore Illusionary and Mysticism-type spells. Or, perhaps in some cases these Necromancers simply didn't have access to something which might have broadened their magic books.
The role of the common renegade mage was to find a location (preferably underground) and then set up shop there. From then on, these average mages would simply have a place to live. Their main goal now was to protect their treasures against any in-comers looking for some easy gold.
There was usually also a "head" mage, as well, a sort of leader. This leader would usually be more advanced than the pawns he or she shared the dungeon with, but not by much.
200 years later, Beth is also finding this to be true. Although she had never fought a Cyrodiilic mage, what she read about them is they used a similar structure to the way Skyrim's outlaw mages do it, so far as their little societies go. The head of the dungeon (be it mage, bandit, or whatever) is always the strongest. He or she surrounds him/herself with as many pawns as possible, and (so far) Beth has found these pawns can almost always be out-smarted.
But what of the leader? Beth hadn't come to the leader of Fort Snowhawk yet. After killing at least a dozen foul, evil-doing Necromancers, Beth wisely decides she's gonna back off. The leader, after all, could be somebody really advanced. Cyrodiilic Necromancer mages may have been weak, but here in Skyrim the rumor was that some of them were quite powerful. Could possibly eliminate a weaker, unarmored adventurer like Beth in just a few shots.
There's more of this fort to explore..maybe she should wait until she's got her Nordic follower (a rent-an-NPC who lives up in Solitude) with her, just as extra insurance.
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"I have a respect for Restoration. Skyrim could use more healers", said a Solitude guard as Beth strolled up the road towards the city gate. Wow. Beth was stunned, and didn't know what to say. She had been under the assumption that Skyrim's soldiers and guards did not trust magics of any sorts.
The travelling caravan of cat-people was camped outside of Solitude, so Beth got to unload some of her horse's bags on the spot. They were not selling anything Beth wanted or needed, unfortunately. Beth wasn't sure how much gold she had at that point, but she knew it had to be a lot. Later on, safely in the Winking Skeever Inn, Beth learned she's already got 1,198 gold on her person.
1,198 gold, and that's not even including the gold she's got stashed away in her room at the college. The average enemy leader she had encountered usually had no more than 100...200 gold, maybe, and the pawns had waaay less than this. 7 or 8 gold, maybe. What sort of life was that?
Beth now stores most of the gold in a large, rectangular floor chest of sorts located at the foot of her bed. She also puts all her useful potions in there, along with her Staff of Lightning, orcish daggar, and assorted other items. For the next couple days, Beth is looking forward to relishing being just an ordinary citizen again.
She starts her "time off" with a couple relaxing books: The Dunmer of Skyrim and [b]Spirit of Nirn{/b]. She's a reader, and voraciously scoops up books like these, since they often offer clues and ideas she finds useful, now that she's a full-time adventurer.
According to Dunmer of Skyrim (which is written in an acid-toned fashion, spiteful and hateful) dark elves have taken up residence in Windhelm, the very place Beth has a bounty. See, she learned something new, then!
Spirit of Nirn is a shorter tome, written in a more heady fashion. Beth read SoN and then tossed it on her table. She's bushed, and wants to get some rest before making herself appropriate for the Blue Palace's court to present the results of her latest quest, and also to see what the Queen wanted to ask her. Soemthing about Wolfskull Cave.
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As Crystal Beth entered the Blue Palace, she cast a Candlelight spell for extra effect. Beth got a few warnings from some lady in town that she wasn't dressed appropriately for a courtly visit, but Beth ignored this. She's currently styling a burgundy and green-colored dress and a blue Alik'r hood on her head.
As she presents herself to the court, Beth tends to dress a little differently each time. Sometimes she's worn her mage's robes, other times, she's shown up as ordinary-looking as possible. One of the things that's helped her here is the clothing shop here in Solitude. The lady who runs the place is a witch, but she's got the widest selection of clothing Beth has ever seen, Cyrodiil or Skyrim.
CB realizes effect is everything, like I said, and casts a Candlelight before she climbs the stairs to see her Queen.
"Whoa whoa whoa, watch the magic!!" said a guard, terrified as Beth cast her spell. Good. She's not out to kill anyone, but it's always useful to let them know she's not just some average magic-user. ...effect...is...everything.
Beth approached the Steward first, to ask permission if it's okay to approach the Queen.
"The Courier must have found you!" said Folk Firebeard, the court's steward. (this is so awesome! I love when NPC's take notice of my charcter!)
"Oh yes. Just outside of Winterhold, matter of fact. I apologize it took me awhile to get here. More than one court wants my attention nowadays". says Beth.
Falk than tells Beth about a mysterious female named "Potema" or something, who was decended from the Septim line (I think). She went down the path of evil, Potema did, and this is apparently who Beth must face when she goes back. Potema escaped Wolfskull CAve's when Beth unboud the place's magic.
As Beth leaves Falk and turns to see her Queen, the Queen is nowhere to be seen.
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Beth decides she's going to take a seat somehwere in the court and go into a hypnotic fugue (this is my way of viewing the 3D world map {with quest markers} to determine where to go next). She spends an hour searching her mind, and learns that she's to speak to somebody named "Styrr" first, who dwells somewhere in Solitude itself.
As she leaves her fugue, Beth comes back to her immediate suroundings. The lady of hte court is not a Queen, turns out her name is Jarl Elisif the Fair. But Beth likes calling her "Queen" anyways. The Queen is back at her throne, so Beth goes to speak to her now.
After a small curtsey (went into sneak mode just for a sec!) Beth tells her Queen she's successfully placed the Horn of Torygg back to its shrine, after which the Queen tells Beth words she'll treasure the rest of her life...
"You have proved yourself to the court, me lady. You now have the ability to purchase property here in town. Speak to the steward when you are ready"
YES!!!!
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But sadly, the home shall cost lots and lots of gold, far more than Beth has: 25,000 pieces to be exact. how will she ever come up with this much money? Oh, never mind. You'll do it! If The Grey Wizard and Igodah Go^Pe and others of the Cyrodiilic era could make enough money to eventually own a home in a nice town, so could Beth.
...
The travelling caravan of cat-people was camped outside of Solitude, so Beth got to unload some of her horse's bags on the spot. They were not selling anything Beth wanted or needed, unfortunately. Beth wasn't sure how much gold she had at that point, but she knew it had to be a lot. Later on, safely in the Winking Skeever Inn, Beth learned she's already got 1,198 gold on her person.
1,198 gold, and that's not even including the gold she's got stashed away in her room at the college. The average enemy leader she had encountered usually had no more than 100...200 gold, maybe, and the pawns had waaay less than this. 7 or 8 gold, maybe. What sort of life was that?
Beth now stores most of the gold in a large, rectangular floor chest of sorts located at the foot of her bed. She also puts all her useful potions in there, along with her Staff of Lightning, orcish daggar, and assorted other items. For the next couple days, Beth is looking forward to relishing being just an ordinary citizen again.
She starts her "time off" with a couple relaxing books: The Dunmer of Skyrim and [b]Spirit of Nirn{/b]. She's a reader, and voraciously scoops up books like these, since they often offer clues and ideas she finds useful, now that she's a full-time adventurer.
According to Dunmer of Skyrim (which is written in an acid-toned fashion, spiteful and hateful) dark elves have taken up residence in Windhelm, the very place Beth has a bounty. See, she learned something new, then!
Spirit of Nirn is a shorter tome, written in a more heady fashion. Beth read SoN and then tossed it on her table. She's bushed, and wants to get some rest before making herself appropriate for the Blue Palace's court to present the results of her latest quest, and also to see what the Queen wanted to ask her. Soemthing about Wolfskull Cave.
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As Crystal Beth entered the Blue Palace, she cast a Candlelight spell for extra effect. Beth got a few warnings from some lady in town that she wasn't dressed appropriately for a courtly visit, but Beth ignored this. She's currently styling a burgundy and green-colored dress and a blue Alik'r hood on her head.
As she presents herself to the court, Beth tends to dress a little differently each time. Sometimes she's worn her mage's robes, other times, she's shown up as ordinary-looking as possible. One of the things that's helped her here is the clothing shop here in Solitude. The lady who runs the place is a witch, but she's got the widest selection of clothing Beth has ever seen, Cyrodiil or Skyrim.
CB realizes effect is everything, like I said, and casts a Candlelight before she climbs the stairs to see her Queen.
"Whoa whoa whoa, watch the magic!!" said a guard, terrified as Beth cast her spell. Good. She's not out to kill anyone, but it's always useful to let them know she's not just some average magic-user. ...effect...is...everything.
Beth approached the Steward first, to ask permission if it's okay to approach the Queen.
"The Courier must have found you!" said Folk Firebeard, the court's steward. (this is so awesome! I love when NPC's take notice of my charcter!)
"Oh yes. Just outside of Winterhold, matter of fact. I apologize it took me awhile to get here. More than one court wants my attention nowadays". says Beth.
Falk than tells Beth about a mysterious female named "Potema" or something, who was decended from the Septim line (I think). She went down the path of evil, Potema did, and this is apparently who Beth must face when she goes back. Potema escaped Wolfskull CAve's when Beth unboud the place's magic.
As Beth leaves Falk and turns to see her Queen, the Queen is nowhere to be seen.
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Beth decides she's going to take a seat somehwere in the court and go into a hypnotic fugue (this is my way of viewing the 3D world map {with quest markers} to determine where to go next). She spends an hour searching her mind, and learns that she's to speak to somebody named "Styrr" first, who dwells somewhere in Solitude itself.
As she leaves her fugue, Beth comes back to her immediate suroundings. The lady of hte court is not a Queen, turns out her name is Jarl Elisif the Fair. But Beth likes calling her "Queen" anyways.
The Queen is back at her throne, so Beth goes to speak to her now.After a small curtsey (went into sneak mode just for a sec!) Beth tells her Queen she's successfully placed the Horn of Torygg back to its shrine, after which the Queen tells Beth words she'll treasure the rest of her life...
"You have proved yourself to the court, me lady. You now have the ability to purchase property here in town. Speak to the steward when you are ready"
YES!!!!
.
But sadly, the home shall cost lots and lots of gold, far more than Beth has: 25,000 pieces to be exact. how will she ever come up with this much money? Oh, never mind. You'll do it! If The Grey Wizard and Igodah Go^Pe and others of the Cyrodiilic era could make enough money to eventually own a home in a nice town, so could Beth.
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...Love it...Excellent stuff!!... ...*applauds*...My Khajiit character, J'Zirlo has some journal-ness...But I've been tied up with my KOTN story...So Journalism is a weekend thang...
...But he's been doing Companions stuff, which he is less than impressed with... 
...Also, as this'll all tie into my story, J'Zirlo is there with my original character, Wulff Olfsson...So there...
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Thanks McBadgere. I'm looking forward to other stories from y'all. 
I am enjoying the adventures of each and every one of these characters, I love it when I get a message that someone has posted here!
I don’t have a story today, but here’s what’s been going on in my very fragmented game time lately. I made a Dunmer spellsword to replace Allek the Breton, but before I saved over Allek’s last spot I gave him one more try. I mean, maybe I was just playing him wrong.
I was. Allek demanded some changes.
For one, I had made him too weak and spent too many perks in Illusion, which he hates to use. He likes to do his own killing. So I took him to the Lord Stone and then spent some time smithing and enchanting to even things out. The resulting perks went into Restoration. Now he uses two daggers or one dagger and healing when things get hectic.
Next, he is kind of afraid of atronachs, but he needs allies to survive the big fights. What he really likes is reanimating a dead enemy. He likes that a LOT. I had forgotten that he even had that spell. Necromancy it is.
Third, he wanted more power. Daedric artifact power. We got busy on that. It’s actually been fun. It worked out well that Allek can’t stand Iona. I should say that in the past tense. She won’t be cluttering up his house any more.
Finally, Marcurio. Now that Allek can fight, they fight very well together. Marcurio’s snarky attitude is an ongoing delight. Plus there was an incident in a hallway where Marcurio got in front with his Ward right when Allek was really suffering, even though Allek had told him to wait. So now he can quit taking the wagon everywhere and enjoy the countryside with Marcurio backing him up.
Allek is still doing very bad things, so I’m surprised that I’m enjoying him so much. He doesn’t think of himself as evil. He just does whatever he wants. So the spellsword will have to wait a little longer, because Allek is back.
I don’t have a story today, but here’s what’s been going on in my very fragmented game time lately. I made a Dunmer spellsword to replace Allek the Breton, but before I saved over Allek’s last spot I gave him one more try. I mean, maybe I was just playing him wrong.
I was. Allek demanded some changes.
For one, I had made him too weak and spent too many perks in Illusion, which he hates to use. He likes to do his own killing. So I took him to the Lord Stone and then spent some time smithing and enchanting to even things out. The resulting perks went into Restoration. Now he uses two daggers or one dagger and healing when things get hectic.
Next, he is kind of afraid of atronachs, but he needs allies to survive the big fights. What he really likes is reanimating a dead enemy. He likes that a LOT. I had forgotten that he even had that spell. Necromancy it is.
Third, he wanted more power. Daedric artifact power. We got busy on that. It’s actually been fun. It worked out well that Allek can’t stand Iona. I should say that in the past tense. She won’t be cluttering up his house any more.
Finally, Marcurio. Now that Allek can fight, they fight very well together. Marcurio’s snarky attitude is an ongoing delight. Plus there was an incident in a hallway where Marcurio got in front with his Ward right when Allek was really suffering, even though Allek had told him to wait. So now he can quit taking the wagon everywhere and enjoy the countryside with Marcurio backing him up.
Allek is still doing very bad things, so I’m surprised that I’m enjoying him so much. He doesn’t think of himself as evil. He just does whatever he wants. So the spellsword will have to wait a little longer, because Allek is back.
Wow. Allek went from being an unhinged thief to... I'm not even sure what at the moment.
QUOTE(King Coin @ Mar 23 2012, 11:30 AM)
Wow. Allek went from being an unhinged thief to... I'm not even sure what at the moment.
Hmm, I'd say a powerful and unhinged murderer.
But Marcurio does seem to be a stabilizing influence. For now.
I wonder how long he will last. Sounds like a good character to take through the DB. I really need to try some other things, but I always go to Aravi when I play Skyrim.
Congrats on Allek (is he a Smart Allek? 
) finding his true calling. I feel you pain in situations like that, where a character just does not click for one reason or another. It is wonderful when you can break through that and get them in the groove. I concur with KC, in that it sounds like Allek might fit in with the DB now.
So he is teaming up with Mercutio? I have never had him as a companion. He strikes me as being too annoying. But then again, I have not had many characters who used a companion. Really just my first one Scylla. Illia was a great counter point to her melee badassery. Hrafn has gotten to the point where she does not need any help. She often one-shot kills bandits with her axe now, and regular trolls usually do not survive two hits.
) finding his true calling. I feel you pain in situations like that, where a character just does not click for one reason or another. It is wonderful when you can break through that and get them in the groove. I concur with KC, in that it sounds like Allek might fit in with the DB now. So he is teaming up with Mercutio? I have never had him as a companion. He strikes me as being too annoying. But then again, I have not had many characters who used a companion. Really just my first one Scylla. Illia was a great counter point to her melee badassery. Hrafn has gotten to the point where she does not need any help. She often one-shot kills bandits with her axe now, and regular trolls usually do not survive two hits.
Allek might do the DB. Then again, he might join just to quietly kill them (if that's even possible). I made Kai-Neeus for the DB, but she has taken to the TG in a way that Allek never did. And he’s the one I made as a thief. I am an utter failure at creating characters for specific purposes. Once they get in the game, they always change the plan. But it is interesting!
I can see that Marcurio could be annoying. He’s cocky, impatient, and rude. Just the way Allek likes him.
J’Shanji is at the point where he doesn’t need J’Zargo. I’ve already downgraded his gear, but he might be due for a re-start. The lower levels are the most fun for me, and J’Shanji is a keeper. Plus I’d like to give him his big, be-ringed ears back.
I did find a few minutes for Jensa. She needed a little break from the MQ. Here’s how she tells it:
I can see that Marcurio could be annoying. He’s cocky, impatient, and rude. Just the way Allek likes him.
J’Shanji is at the point where he doesn’t need J’Zargo. I’ve already downgraded his gear, but he might be due for a re-start. The lower levels are the most fun for me, and J’Shanji is a keeper. Plus I’d like to give him his big, be-ringed ears back. I did find a few minutes for Jensa. She needed a little break from the MQ. Here’s how she tells it:
I’ve been out of sorts for days. Stenvar and I have been searching through barrows for words of power. I had to get him out of Hjerim before he and Calder tore the house down with their fighting. Calder may be sworn to protect me and mine with his life, but that doesn’t mean he won’t try to beat Stenvar to within an inch of his.
It’s partly my fault. I guess I keep both of them up at night, just a little. I can’t really help myself. When I wake up and Stenvar is right there beside me, I just want some help getting back to sleep. Calder’s chamber is across the hall from ours. Stenvar and I know how to be quiet, but the bed doesn’t.
Anyway the last time the two of them hauled each other up off the floor, I must have gotten a look on my face. Calder and Stenvar kind of glanced at each other. “I know,” Stenvar said to me, spitting out some blood, “let’s go hunting.”
But he meant hunting for words of power, and I’m sick of being underground. Tonight we came out covered in dead dust with nothing to show for it, again. I saw that same look on Stenvar’s face that he gave Calder. “I know,” he said, “let’s go down to Whiterun Hold. We can work a bounty for the Jarl and have a drink with the Companions. That’s big sky country. It will make a good change.”
That was quite a speech coming from Stenvar. And he’s right. He really does know.
Jensa and Stenvar may need to move to Whiterun till Calder gets over it, ROFL !!
QUOTE(mALX @ Mar 23 2012, 03:38 PM)
Jensa and Stenvar may need to move to Whiterun till Calder gets over it, ROFL !!
They might!! Calder and Stenvar really do fight in the game! Jensa has to make Stenvar wait outside when she decorates. Otherwise:
Jensa: *drops item from inventory*
Calder: Hey, can I have that?
Stenvar: No way, I saw it first!
Calder and Stenvar: *endless fight*
Jensa:
Grits: *reloads*
QUOTE(Grits @ Mar 23 2012, 06:41 PM)
QUOTE(mALX @ Mar 23 2012, 03:38 PM)
Jensa and Stenvar may need to move to Whiterun till Calder gets over it, ROFL !!
They might!! Calder and Stenvar really do fight in the game! Jensa has to make Stenvar wait outside when she decorates. Otherwise:
Jensa: *drops item from inventory*
Calder: Hey, can I have that?
Stenvar: No way, I saw it first!
Calder and Stenvar: *endless fight*
Jensa:
Grits: *reloads*
ROFL !!!
QUOTE(Grits @ Mar 23 2012, 05:41 PM)
They might!! Calder and Stenvar really do fight in the game! Jensa has to make Stenvar wait outside when she decorates. Otherwise:
Jensa: *drops item from inventory*
Calder: Hey, can I have that?
Stenvar: No way, I saw it first!
Calder and Stenvar: *endless fight*
Jensa:
Grits: *reloads*
I third the 
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This is an attempt at J'Zirlo journal-ness...It's full of Companion-ish spoilers...Well...This bit isn't...But the answer is...Don't read it if you don't want them... ... ... ...
...From the journals of General Sir J'Zirlo of New Kvatch, brother of Blademaster J'Zargo "The Magnificent".
Khajiit are not ones for journal writing. We find it tiresome. Actions speak louder than words and assorted cliches. And I know of at least one officious clerk that will attest to the pen absolutely failing to be mightier than the sword.
And yet, I find that I must write something. Events lately have been...Strange, to say the least.
Once Helgen was secured and re-settled, we - the Knights - were divided off and sent on our missions. Friends Caerellin, Dinasafon and Shaade...Ah! Shaade...Hah...Sorry, got lost musing. They were sent to do what it is they do best, and Olffson and I were sent to Whiterun to make contact with a group we were told were the "Fighters Guild of Skyrim" by the Commander.
Friend Dinas decided that he would be better off alone and left swiftly and silently. The Commander laughed and said, "Just like his father!" but then suddenly went all sullen and told us to leave. I understand not the ways of Argonians. They are a strange race.
Anyhow, the four of us left Helgen with our packs and walked merrily, joking and laughing our way down towards Riverwood. Well, I say we...Caerellin and Olfsson mostly joked, Shaade and I mostly laughed. She has a particular laugh I noticed. It is...Nice...
We made good time down from Helgen, which was a heartfelt joy, as under the late evening summer sun, Riverwood is beautiful. Fortunately, the wolves that shadowed us all the way down, kept away.
In a way that made both Shaade and I laugh, at exactly the same time, both Olfsson and Caerellin said, "Oooh!" and made for seperate directions. Olfsson to the forge he'd seen and Caerellin to the shop that some "pretty" (as far as I'm any judge!) woman had entered.
Shaade shook her head and said she would go and find friend Ralof's sister. I bade her be careful. She smiled. Aaah!..
I made my way to the forge. Olfsson was already bare chested and beating out some metal! That Nord is unstoppable I tell you! Anyways, between us, we took all of the stunned blacksmith's stock of smithing supplies and produced a small stack of weapons and armour - which would keep him in coin for many months, I say with some pride! - in a matter of small hours.
While all this was going on, friends Caerellin and Shaade appeared and declared they were leaving to do something in a barrow...Well, each to their own. Little did I know, it would be some time before I saw Shaade again, else I would have made more of a thing of her leaving. Ah well, the moons still cross the sky and other assorted cliches!
When Caerellin returned alone, and also bade us farewell, little did I know how things would change.
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Sorry, got lost there...Sadly, time is against me now... ...What do you mean "Oh thank God"? ...
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...This is an attempt at J'Zirlo journal-ness...It's full of Companion-ish spoilers...Well...This bit isn't...But the answer is...Don't read it if you don't want them...
... ... ......From the journals of General Sir J'Zirlo of New Kvatch, brother of Blademaster J'Zargo "The Magnificent".
Khajiit are not ones for journal writing. We find it tiresome. Actions speak louder than words and assorted cliches. And I know of at least one officious clerk that will attest to the pen absolutely failing to be mightier than the sword.
And yet, I find that I must write something. Events lately have been...Strange, to say the least.
Once Helgen was secured and re-settled, we - the Knights - were divided off and sent on our missions. Friends Caerellin, Dinasafon and Shaade...Ah! Shaade...Hah...Sorry, got lost musing. They were sent to do what it is they do best, and Olffson and I were sent to Whiterun to make contact with a group we were told were the "Fighters Guild of Skyrim" by the Commander.
Friend Dinas decided that he would be better off alone and left swiftly and silently. The Commander laughed and said, "Just like his father!" but then suddenly went all sullen and told us to leave. I understand not the ways of Argonians. They are a strange race.
Anyhow, the four of us left Helgen with our packs and walked merrily, joking and laughing our way down towards Riverwood. Well, I say we...Caerellin and Olfsson mostly joked, Shaade and I mostly laughed. She has a particular laugh I noticed. It is...Nice...
We made good time down from Helgen, which was a heartfelt joy, as under the late evening summer sun, Riverwood is beautiful. Fortunately, the wolves that shadowed us all the way down, kept away.
In a way that made both Shaade and I laugh, at exactly the same time, both Olfsson and Caerellin said, "Oooh!" and made for seperate directions. Olfsson to the forge he'd seen and Caerellin to the shop that some "pretty" (as far as I'm any judge!) woman had entered.
Shaade shook her head and said she would go and find friend Ralof's sister. I bade her be careful. She smiled. Aaah!..
I made my way to the forge. Olfsson was already bare chested and beating out some metal! That Nord is unstoppable I tell you! Anyways, between us, we took all of the stunned blacksmith's stock of smithing supplies and produced a small stack of weapons and armour - which would keep him in coin for many months, I say with some pride! - in a matter of small hours.
While all this was going on, friends Caerellin and Shaade appeared and declared they were leaving to do something in a barrow...Well, each to their own. Little did I know, it would be some time before I saw Shaade again, else I would have made more of a thing of her leaving. Ah well, the moons still cross the sky and other assorted cliches!
When Caerellin returned alone, and also bade us farewell, little did I know how things would change.
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Sorry, got lost there...Sadly, time is against me now...
...What do you mean "Oh thank God"? ... ...
More J'Zirlo...
As the end of the daylight had been lost to helping the 'smith clear up his forge, Olfsson and I decided to accept the hospitality of friend Ralof's sister. However, we discovered that there was only one bed available. Olfsson looked at me and said, "We're not that close". The whole household erupted in laughter. Khajiit politely offered to stay at the inn, to which Gurdur said, "Only at our expense, with our apologies. But first, you dine with us." You couldn't find better peoples (or cooks, as it happens) anywhere.
Next morning, the Nord and I walked down a winding picturesque part-cobbled road. Suddenly we heard sounds of battle coming from the valley. Looking about us with life detect to check for prying eyes, we cast the speed fortifyer and rushed down to the valley floor.
Several people were fighting - with less than brilliant success - a Giant. Lest we tip our hand, we both slowed to normal speed and ran towards the battle.
Olfsson, as is his wont, charged at the Giant with his shoulder down. Knowing that at the last moment he would augment his speed and strength, I watched as he collided with the towering menace. The Giant toppled over onto a fence, the post of which skewered it through and out the stomach. He roared and tried to arch his back. I ran to the other end of the bearded aggressor, and, as he looked pleading at me, I removed his pain made of this world.
I turned to see Olfsson deep in conversation with a slight, yet obivously well able, red-headed Nord. As the party turned towards the city further into the valley, Olfsson turned back towards I and nodded. It seemed we had found the Companions.
My journey would have been quiet had it not been for the Olfsson-like Nord called Farkas that joined me, and began conversing with me about Heavy-Armour, a topic very close to my heart. A joy to finally meet someone as well able to discuss the intricacies of multi-weave metals and the despair of threading leather straps through Orichalium!!. A true master of Heavy-Armour I had found in Farkas, a Brother-in-Armour!!
And so I spent the hour of my journey to Jorvaskr - or however you spell the damned place - happy. A feeling that, sadly, was not to last.
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As the end of the daylight had been lost to helping the 'smith clear up his forge, Olfsson and I decided to accept the hospitality of friend Ralof's sister. However, we discovered that there was only one bed available. Olfsson looked at me and said, "We're not that close". The whole household erupted in laughter. Khajiit politely offered to stay at the inn, to which Gurdur said, "Only at our expense, with our apologies. But first, you dine with us." You couldn't find better peoples (or cooks, as it happens) anywhere.
Next morning, the Nord and I walked down a winding picturesque part-cobbled road. Suddenly we heard sounds of battle coming from the valley. Looking about us with life detect to check for prying eyes, we cast the speed fortifyer and rushed down to the valley floor.
Several people were fighting - with less than brilliant success - a Giant. Lest we tip our hand, we both slowed to normal speed and ran towards the battle.
Olfsson, as is his wont, charged at the Giant with his shoulder down. Knowing that at the last moment he would augment his speed and strength, I watched as he collided with the towering menace. The Giant toppled over onto a fence, the post of which skewered it through and out the stomach. He roared and tried to arch his back. I ran to the other end of the bearded aggressor, and, as he looked pleading at me, I removed his pain made of this world.
I turned to see Olfsson deep in conversation with a slight, yet obivously well able, red-headed Nord. As the party turned towards the city further into the valley, Olfsson turned back towards I and nodded. It seemed we had found the Companions.
My journey would have been quiet had it not been for the Olfsson-like Nord called Farkas that joined me, and began conversing with me about Heavy-Armour, a topic very close to my heart. A joy to finally meet someone as well able to discuss the intricacies of multi-weave metals and the despair of threading leather straps through Orichalium!!. A true master of Heavy-Armour I had found in Farkas, a Brother-in-Armour!!
And so I spent the hour of my journey to Jorvaskr - or however you spell the damned place - happy. A feeling that, sadly, was not to last.
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Yay, J’Zirlo! Love it.
Allek the Breton has discovered that the Savior’s Hide is not a good look for a man. It also seems to make the mannequins walk around the basement of Honeyside when you put it on them. Scared the crap out of me when he went back inside. The damn thing is stuffed into a wardrobe now.
He stopped back in Riften to pick up Marcurio before heading out to please yet another demanding daedric prince. Jenassa looked hot in the Savior’s Hide, but she spent most of the last dungeon either on her knees or spouting her useless knowledge. At first Allek enjoyed her know-it-all attitude interspersed with bouts of begging for her life, but then it only made him miss Marcurio. So he dumped her safely back at the Huntsman (whew) and headed home.
Sadly the next adventure might have to wait. It looks like Mr. Grits is staying home tonight instead of going out with his buddies. It’s raining. I’ve tried to make them sound like a bunch of babies for staying in, but so far it’s not working.
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ETA: It stopped raining! Here's what happened with Allek and Marcurio.
“Wow,” said Marcurio, gazing up at the sky. “Would you look at that.”
But Allek was watching two Vigilants of Stendarr approach. Their swagger was unmistakable.
“Stendarr's Mercy be upon you, for the Vigil has none to spare,” one said as she passed.
Her partner would not be outdone. “Wherever the Daedra hide, the Vigil of Stendarr will cast them into the light,” he declared.
Allek knew that if he looked at Marcurio, they both would laugh. They were wearing the tokens of four Daedric Princes between them, and the daedric beacon that they had just restored cast white light over the entire forest.
The two holy warriors stalked down the hill and away.
“Skyrim’s finest minds at work,” said Marcurio. “It’s a shame that dog isn’t still with us.”
Allek was cold and tired. The last thing he wanted was another fight. “Solitude or Dragon Bridge?” he asked.
“Solitude,” said Marcurio. “I want some Cyrodilic brandy and a room as far away from the bard as possible. That means the Winking Skeever.”
Allek smiled to himself. Uphill all the way, but it would be worth it.
Allek the Breton has discovered that the Savior’s Hide is not a good look for a man. It also seems to make the mannequins walk around the basement of Honeyside when you put it on them. Scared the crap out of me when he went back inside. The damn thing is stuffed into a wardrobe now.
He stopped back in Riften to pick up Marcurio before heading out to please yet another demanding daedric prince. Jenassa looked hot in the Savior’s Hide, but she spent most of the last dungeon either on her knees or spouting her useless knowledge. At first Allek enjoyed her know-it-all attitude interspersed with bouts of begging for her life, but then it only made him miss Marcurio. So he dumped her safely back at the Huntsman (whew) and headed home.
Sadly the next adventure might have to wait. It looks like Mr. Grits is staying home tonight instead of going out with his buddies. It’s raining. I’ve tried to make them sound like a bunch of babies for staying in, but so far it’s not working.
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ETA: It stopped raining! Here's what happened with Allek and Marcurio.
“Wow,” said Marcurio, gazing up at the sky. “Would you look at that.”
But Allek was watching two Vigilants of Stendarr approach. Their swagger was unmistakable.
“Stendarr's Mercy be upon you, for the Vigil has none to spare,” one said as she passed.
Her partner would not be outdone. “Wherever the Daedra hide, the Vigil of Stendarr will cast them into the light,” he declared.
Allek knew that if he looked at Marcurio, they both would laugh. They were wearing the tokens of four Daedric Princes between them, and the daedric beacon that they had just restored cast white light over the entire forest.
The two holy warriors stalked down the hill and away.
“Skyrim’s finest minds at work,” said Marcurio. “It’s a shame that dog isn’t still with us.”
Allek was cold and tired. The last thing he wanted was another fight. “Solitude or Dragon Bridge?” he asked.
“Solitude,” said Marcurio. “I want some Cyrodilic brandy and a room as far away from the bard as possible. That means the Winking Skeever.”
Allek smiled to himself. Uphill all the way, but it would be worth it.
Lovin' the stories everyone. McBadgere, I don't think I saw any spoilers in your story...I haven't finished Companions yet, though. I think I've only done it up to the part where we have to make that first huge choice.
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Sadly the next adventure might have to wait. It looks like Mr. Grits is staying home tonight instead of going out with his buddies. It’s raining. I’ve tried to make them sound like a bunch of babies for staying in, but so far it’s not working.
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ETA: It stopped raining! Here's what happened with Allek and Marcurio.
Lol. If it was me, I'd do everything in my power to be inside gaming. I love gaming TES when it rains. Or watching Dark Shadows. It was torture this past weekend, though, because it rained all weekend and I couldn't really game extensively.
QUOTE(Grits @ Mar 24 2012, 07:23 PM)
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Sadly the next adventure might have to wait. It looks like Mr. Grits is staying home tonight instead of going out with his buddies. It’s raining. I’ve tried to make them sound like a bunch of babies for staying in, but so far it’s not working.
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ETA: It stopped raining! Here's what happened with Allek and Marcurio.
Lol. If it was me, I'd do everything in my power to be inside gaming. I love gaming TES when it rains. Or watching Dark Shadows. It was torture this past weekend, though, because it rained all weekend and I couldn't really game extensively.
From the journal of Hrafngoelir
Well Ma, I took the scroll back to the mad man. But that was not enough. He needed Dwemer blood too. As if he was ever going to get that. But he had an idea that the blood other elves might work. So he gave me this weird blood collecting contraption and told me to get blood from all the other elf races. I said sure. I get attacked so often that I expected it would not take long for me to fill it up.
Turns out I was right. I knew where to find plenty of Falmer blood, and the rest just came to me as bandits and the crazy Daedra cultists. One of them just came out of nowhere when I was at a farm outside of Riften. I found the journal of an alchemist down in Blackreach. He mentioned the farmer in it, and said that she was a friend of his. I took it back to her, along with a bunch of samples of the plant he was studying. You would have loved it Ma. It was those glowing, singing nirnroots, only red. I've never seen a red one, outside of Blackreach. And this farmer, she was actually growing the normal green kind on her farm. I didn't know you could do that.
Eventually I made my way back to the ice, and the mad man. Did I mention that he was a Daedric Cultist too? I found out when a Daedric Prince turned up, and told me to kill him. As if I would ever do the bidding of one of those things. How people can worship them in beyond me. We are nothing but cattle to them. Things to be used, and then butchered.
So like I said, I got back to him with all the blood he wanted. Turns out that was all he needed. With that - and this weird Dwemer cube he had me inscribe in Blackreach - he opened up the big locked cube. He was so disappointed when there wasn't a heart of a god inside. Just a ratty old book made of patchwork leather. I get the feeling the leather wasn't from animals either…
He didn't live long after that. No, I didn't kill him. He got what all Daedric Cultists get in the end - betrayed by his master. Apparently this book was sealed up to keep people from using its blasphemous powers. Well that was fine with me. I left the damn thing where it was and locked it up behind me, then dumped the cube in the sea. Too bad all those Daedra scum can't be dealt with so easily.
I tried to read the scroll when I got back home. I pulled it open, and looked at it. The whole thing just lit up. It did not have any words on it, just that funny glowing symbol. It burned itself into my brain, and everything went black. I woke up with a pounding headache and found out it was the next morning. What in Oblivion had happened? I guess only folk wiser than me can make heads or tails of those things. I wasn't able to cipher a thing from it.
Still no sign of you in all this Ma. I didn't find you in Riften, or Whiterun while I was there. I'm running out of cities where you might have gone, if that's what you did. I think it's time I stopped looking. For now at least I think if Mara wants me to find you, I will. If not, then I won't. But for now, I've got something to do that I've been putting off since I met Ralof.
It's time to go to Windhelm. Time to join the Stormcloaks.
-Hrafn, in Danwstar.
Well Ma, I took the scroll back to the mad man. But that was not enough. He needed Dwemer blood too. As if he was ever going to get that. But he had an idea that the blood other elves might work. So he gave me this weird blood collecting contraption and told me to get blood from all the other elf races. I said sure. I get attacked so often that I expected it would not take long for me to fill it up.
Turns out I was right. I knew where to find plenty of Falmer blood, and the rest just came to me as bandits and the crazy Daedra cultists. One of them just came out of nowhere when I was at a farm outside of Riften. I found the journal of an alchemist down in Blackreach. He mentioned the farmer in it, and said that she was a friend of his. I took it back to her, along with a bunch of samples of the plant he was studying. You would have loved it Ma. It was those glowing, singing nirnroots, only red. I've never seen a red one, outside of Blackreach. And this farmer, she was actually growing the normal green kind on her farm. I didn't know you could do that.
Eventually I made my way back to the ice, and the mad man. Did I mention that he was a Daedric Cultist too? I found out when a Daedric Prince turned up, and told me to kill him. As if I would ever do the bidding of one of those things. How people can worship them in beyond me. We are nothing but cattle to them. Things to be used, and then butchered.
So like I said, I got back to him with all the blood he wanted. Turns out that was all he needed. With that - and this weird Dwemer cube he had me inscribe in Blackreach - he opened up the big locked cube. He was so disappointed when there wasn't a heart of a god inside. Just a ratty old book made of patchwork leather. I get the feeling the leather wasn't from animals either…
He didn't live long after that. No, I didn't kill him. He got what all Daedric Cultists get in the end - betrayed by his master. Apparently this book was sealed up to keep people from using its blasphemous powers. Well that was fine with me. I left the damn thing where it was and locked it up behind me, then dumped the cube in the sea. Too bad all those Daedra scum can't be dealt with so easily.
I tried to read the scroll when I got back home. I pulled it open, and looked at it. The whole thing just lit up. It did not have any words on it, just that funny glowing symbol. It burned itself into my brain, and everything went black. I woke up with a pounding headache and found out it was the next morning. What in Oblivion had happened? I guess only folk wiser than me can make heads or tails of those things. I wasn't able to cipher a thing from it.
Still no sign of you in all this Ma. I didn't find you in Riften, or Whiterun while I was there. I'm running out of cities where you might have gone, if that's what you did. I think it's time I stopped looking. For now at least I think if Mara wants me to find you, I will. If not, then I won't. But for now, I've got something to do that I've been putting off since I met Ralof.
It's time to go to Windhelm. Time to join the Stormcloaks.
-Hrafn, in Danwstar.
It sounds like Hrafn just completed the mission that Allek and Marcurio will next embark upon. It should be fun trying to find that place without any markers!
Today Allek spent some time converting Iona’s old room into a study for Marcurio. Here's a picture of my TV. Sadly the candle glare obscures the rolled papers propped in the basket. That was not easy to do! Marcurio has a wardrobe for alchemy ingredients, an endtable for scrolls and potions, and a chest of drawers to keep the soul gems organized.
The enchanting room holds a number of daedric artifacts and a kettle for leftover soul gem fragments, but the main feature is this: The restless mannequin. I thought it was the Savior’s Hide that made it walk around down there. Nope. Maybe it’s Iona’s ghost.
Today Allek spent some time converting Iona’s old room into a study for Marcurio. Here's a picture of my TV. Sadly the candle glare obscures the rolled papers propped in the basket. That was not easy to do! Marcurio has a wardrobe for alchemy ingredients, an endtable for scrolls and potions, and a chest of drawers to keep the soul gems organized.
The enchanting room holds a number of daedric artifacts and a kettle for leftover soul gem fragments, but the main feature is this: The restless mannequin. I thought it was the Savior’s Hide that made it walk around down there. Nope. Maybe it’s Iona’s ghost.
Excellent Subrosa!!...Loved it...
The pics look cool Grits...
and Lady Saga...
Maybe not so far...But there will be (or would have been ) kinda wrestling with it...It kinda (while I was typing it) changed from simple journal to full on fan-fic, cause I'm fitting it into my main story, which while you can recognise the individual quests that the four chars went on in the first bit, and the meeting the giant outside Whiterun...Some of the stuff I thought of fleshing out from the Companions stuff would make it truly more of a fan-fic proper...So kinda should be in that section, y'know?...Dunno...Cleverer peoples help?!!... ...
AAaaamywho...Sorry, I witter too much...
Still doing Companions Radiant Quests at the mo...And for those who've done the Companions...Aela is now the only one...That should let you know what I've been up to... ...
The pics look cool Grits...
and Lady Saga...
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McBadgere, I don't think I saw any spoilers in your story
Maybe not so far...But there will be (or would have been
) kinda wrestling with it...It kinda (while I was typing it) changed from simple journal to full on fan-fic, cause I'm fitting it into my main story, which while you can recognise the individual quests that the four chars went on in the first bit, and the meeting the giant outside Whiterun...Some of the stuff I thought of fleshing out from the Companions stuff would make it truly more of a fan-fic proper...So kinda should be in that section, y'know?...Dunno...Cleverer peoples help?!!... ...AAaaamywho...Sorry, I witter too much...
Still doing Companions Radiant Quests at the mo...And for those who've done the Companions...Aela is now the only one...That should let you know what I've been up to...
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QUOTE(McBadgere @ Mar 27 2012, 11:43 PM)
Still doing Companions Radiant Quests at the mo...And for those who've done the Companions...Aela is now the only one...That should let you know what I've been up to...
...No, I'm not sure. But that's okay, don't tell me. It's something I haven't done yet.
I love all y'all's pics, too. I need to get a digital camera that takes better pics more reliably...cell cameras are so hard to work with, or they can be hard to work with.
That’s a question I’ve been pondering, McB. Should we ask for this thread to be moved to the spoiler section? There was no spoiler section when we started it. Or perhaps start another thread there so that we still have a place here for people who don’t want things to be spoiled?
I know exactly what J’Zirlo has been doing, and I’m so jealous! I miss the Companions. Stupid glitched quest. I think even a separate thread in the Fan-Fic section would be an option, if you don’t want to work it into the flow of KotNNK. That’s why I started my Postcards thread there, so that I would have a place for shorter pieces. I can’t wait to read it, wherever it lands!
In Grits Skyrim, I think that Marcurio will make a good substitute Darnand when Jerric gets here someday. I’m on the PS3, so I have to pretend a lot. It would be fun if there was an Amulet of Zenithar feature for roommates the way the Mara Amulet lets you hook up with a spouse. The only way to get Marcurio to stay with Allek between quests was to marry him, and all of that love talk would not work for Jerric.
Saga, go for the photos! I love to see what people do with their vanilla games, since that’s also my flavor.
I know exactly what J’Zirlo has been doing, and I’m so jealous! I miss the Companions. Stupid glitched quest. I think even a separate thread in the Fan-Fic section would be an option, if you don’t want to work it into the flow of KotNNK. That’s why I started my Postcards thread there, so that I would have a place for shorter pieces. I can’t wait to read it, wherever it lands!
In Grits Skyrim, I think that Marcurio will make a good substitute Darnand when Jerric gets here someday. I’m on the PS3, so I have to pretend a lot. It would be fun if there was an Amulet of Zenithar feature for roommates the way the Mara Amulet lets you hook up with a spouse. The only way to get Marcurio to stay with Allek between quests was to marry him, and all of that love talk would not work for Jerric.
Saga, go for the photos! I love to see what people do with their vanilla games, since that’s also my flavor.
QUOTE(Grits @ Mar 28 2012, 09:32 AM)
That’s a question I’ve been pondering, McB. Should we ask for this thread to be moved to the spoiler section? There was no spoiler section when we started it. Or perhaps start another thread there so that we still have a place here for people who don’t want things to be spoiled?
Well. I know I'm the newcomer here, but since these forums are so slow, it probably won't make much difference. I know there are spoilers are here, we all do. So I dunno. I just kinda read around them when I come to them. My memory isn't very good, so if I happen to glance something, I'll usually forget it, as long as I don't obsess over it over and over.
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Saga, go for the photos! I love to see what people do with their vanilla games, since that’s also my flavor.
Cool. I'm also on PS3. off-topic, but did you get to see any of that fabulous skipping and slow-downs and other probs before the latest update came out? I managed to avoid all this by carefully limiting the areas I explored with my games. I also shut all doors I came to, "stored" any fallen weapons and other items after battles into dead bodies, turned off all the auto-save features, and so on. Claire Voyance's game was okay until just before the update came out when I finally started seeing the PS3 issues start to show up in Riften and a couple other cities, especially.
QUOTE(Lady Saga @ Mar 28 2012, 10:14 AM)
Cool. I'm also on PS3. off-topic, but did you get to see any of that fabulous skipping and slow-downs and other probs before the latest update came out? I managed to avoid all this by carefully limiting the areas I explored with my games. I also shut all doors I came to, "stored" any fallen weapons and other items after battles into dead bodies, turned off all the auto-save features, and so on. Claire Voyance's game was okay until just before the update came out when I finally started seeing the PS3 issues start to show up in Riften and a couple other cities, especially.
I had one character who couldn’t go near the valley by Mistwatch after the patch that made dragons fly backward. Other than that I haven’t had anything so bad that I couldn’t play. (ETA: That's fixed now.)
Jensa’s glitched Companions quest still prevents her from getting any more Radiant quests from them, including the really important ones that I will not spoil for you. We just took her game in a different direction. Eventually I’ll find another character who will want to take that path.
Today, Kraven Desselius , a hunter(And werewolf) went to hunt big game in the plains. Hiding behind a bolder, he stalked his latest prey; A large Mammoth. He attacked it, only to enrage the beast. Soon, three more mammoths emerged out of nowhere along with the giant shephard.
True story, I didn't even see the other two mammoths. So I had to retreat. I then played around with my female character, Vera theHuntress. She hung around taverns, sleeping all day and taking a break from her day to day Bounty Hunting job. I reloaded Kraven right after I played around with her for half hour or so. She's easily my highest level character. Being level 27 I think. Kraven is level 23. The other three are levels twenty, twenty four, and fourteen. If I devoted my time to a single character, I'll probably have been way past level 80 or something by now.
True story, I didn't even see the other two mammoths. So I had to retreat. I then played around with my female character, Vera theHuntress. She hung around taverns, sleeping all day and taking a break from her day to day Bounty Hunting job. I reloaded Kraven right after I played around with her for half hour or so. She's easily my highest level character. Being level 27 I think. Kraven is level 23. The other three are levels twenty, twenty four, and fourteen. If I devoted my time to a single character, I'll probably have been way past level 80 or something by now.
wow, he's hunting mammoths? what a brave dude! I don't think my hunting indian character will ever try to take on anything larger than a moose.
okay, so some of this stuff starts off from when I was gaming yesterday, but Chorrol was down so I coudln't write it up.
Crystal Beth left Solitude with her new partner Belrand. He's a Nord, somewhat older than Beth would like, but he's a jack-of-all-trades, possessing bow, one-handed weaponry skills, and various magic spells. Beth had to admit, it's useful to have him around.
She's commited to saving money right now for a house, and is making a much more conscious effort to funnel more money into savings. She had to admit all those poisons she's been making up (and half her potions) were not getting used. She doesn't need poison....her magic is getting more and more strong. So she sold all of these un-necessaries.
The walk from Solitude to Whiterun was a mostly safe one. Beth and Belrand got attacked by a party of bandits, as well as a couple Dark Brotherhood peons. B&B also joined up with a travelling Imperial soldier, too (this was fun...the 3 of them walking together, facing wolves, mostly).
In Whiterun, Beth took up an opportunity to slay the bandits of Silent Moon camp. Earned more money, sold more loot, etc. After a carriage ride up to her room at the College, she got a look into her special money drawer, and found her funds now totaled over 8,000! Wow, it's looking like she's gonna eventually be able to afford that house in Solitude after all! She can then declare Skyrim as her home. Finally, a home.
...but she couldn't help herself. The Destruction Trainer at the College has some new-fangled spells written up, one of them Beth just had to have. It's supposed to be some sort of ice storm, which damages a great deal of both health and stamina. "Just under 900 gold you say?" Beth asks the trainer. "Oh, I can spare 900!"
okay, so some of this stuff starts off from when I was gaming yesterday, but Chorrol was down so I coudln't write it up.
Crystal Beth left Solitude with her new partner Belrand. He's a Nord, somewhat older than Beth would like, but he's a jack-of-all-trades, possessing bow, one-handed weaponry skills, and various magic spells. Beth had to admit, it's useful to have him around.
She's commited to saving money right now for a house, and is making a much more conscious effort to funnel more money into savings. She had to admit all those poisons she's been making up (and half her potions) were not getting used. She doesn't need poison....her magic is getting more and more strong. So she sold all of these un-necessaries.
The walk from Solitude to Whiterun was a mostly safe one. Beth and Belrand got attacked by a party of bandits, as well as a couple Dark Brotherhood peons. B&B also joined up with a travelling Imperial soldier, too (this was fun...the 3 of them walking together, facing wolves, mostly).
In Whiterun, Beth took up an opportunity to slay the bandits of Silent Moon camp. Earned more money, sold more loot, etc. After a carriage ride up to her room at the College, she got a look into her special money drawer, and found her funds now totaled over 8,000! Wow, it's looking like she's gonna eventually be able to afford that house in Solitude after all! She can then declare Skyrim as her home. Finally, a home.
...but she couldn't help herself. The Destruction Trainer at the College has some new-fangled spells written up, one of them Beth just had to have. It's supposed to be some sort of ice storm, which damages a great deal of both health and stamina. "Just under 900 gold you say?" Beth asks the trainer. "Oh, I can spare 900!"
Denelle “Dragonbait” Jeline the Breton archer mage consented to wear some fur armor after today’s dragon attacks between Winterhold and Markarth. The first one ended in the Winterhold street. She was shooting over a guard’s shoulder when the dragon chomped him up and tossed him aside. One more arrow took out the dragon.
The second attack happened outside Old Hroldan. It was fatal to Denelle (temporarily). Mage armor spells alone are not working for her. She casts healing spells while the dragons circle, but there’s just not enough time to also keep casting the ironflesh and flame atronach spells and still be ready with the bow. I do not enjoy having only two hotkeys.
She got lucky on the do-over. The dragon flew off and took some damage somewhere, because it was bloody when it came back around. She really needs to find some frost resist gear and make some more poisons. Plus our next quest will be to find the Lord stone.
Erik the Slayer missed the Winterhold fight somehow. I think he fell off the bridge. Anyway he made up for it at Old Hroldan. Here is a picture of my TV: Denelle and Erik arrive in Markarth. I’m used to seeing Erik standing next to Jensa. I had no idea he was so large.
The second attack happened outside Old Hroldan. It was fatal to Denelle (temporarily). Mage armor spells alone are not working for her. She casts healing spells while the dragons circle, but there’s just not enough time to also keep casting the ironflesh and flame atronach spells and still be ready with the bow. I do not enjoy having only two hotkeys.
She got lucky on the do-over. The dragon flew off and took some damage somewhere, because it was bloody when it came back around. She really needs to find some frost resist gear and make some more poisons. Plus our next quest will be to find the Lord stone.
Erik the Slayer missed the Winterhold fight somehow. I think he fell off the bridge. Anyway he made up for it at Old Hroldan. Here is a picture of my TV: Denelle and Erik arrive in Markarth. I’m used to seeing Erik standing next to Jensa. I had no idea he was so large.
Caerellin's been doing more bounty-hunting...All good monies...He's having to replace what seems to have been haemorraging out lately, between the training and buying the leather stuff to artifically ramp his blacksmithing up, he's down to not much money at the mo...Still, he has his Epic Glass armour stuff now, so he'll hopefully take more damage before he splats all over the wall...Again...
He's using the Flame Atronach a damned sight more these days... ...
Oh, he's Thane of The Pale now, what with having saved Dawnstar from it's stuff...
He's using the Flame Atronach a damned sight more these days...
...Oh, he's Thane of The Pale now, what with having saved Dawnstar from it's stuff...
Brrr dragons. My PS3 controller would be drenched with sweat! I could never do it!
My PS3 controller would be drenched with sweat! I could never do it!
He's faced down Giants...He's fought Sabrecats, Bears, Wolves, Spriggans and all manner of creatures...
He's duelled with hammer wielding Orcs, and Orc wielding Deadra Lords...
He's been wanted for murder, and he's smitenedid the ruinous fiends of the land...
Next time, Caerellin, The Bosmer Knight of The Nine faces his ultimate test...
Distributing pamphlets about love in Riften's marketplace...
Dun-Dun-Duhhhhh!!...
Caerellin: Rob?
Rob: Yeah mate?
C: We...Uhhh...We don't have to put this in the story do we?...Y'know...Kinda keep it beween us?...
R: Oh...*Snort*...Oh yeah...Of course...
C: Aww...Thanks...You're a good pal...
R: Oh yeah...*Snort*...
C: Pamphlet?...
R: Nah, I'm good ta...
Oh a separate note...Amifae's character, Ami Durer's pickpocketing has reached 100...She's now celebrating by stripping all of the guards in Whiterun...And Athis...And Aela...
I blame her mother... ...
He's duelled with hammer wielding Orcs, and Orc wielding Deadra Lords...
He's been wanted for murder, and he's smitenedid the ruinous fiends of the land...
Next time, Caerellin, The Bosmer Knight of The Nine faces his ultimate test...
Distributing pamphlets about love in Riften's marketplace...
Dun-Dun-Duhhhhh!!...
Caerellin: Rob?
Rob: Yeah mate?
C: We...Uhhh...We don't have to put this in the story do we?...Y'know...Kinda keep it beween us?...
R: Oh...*Snort*...Oh yeah...Of course...
C: Aww...Thanks...You're a good pal...
R: Oh yeah...*Snort*...
C: Pamphlet?...
R: Nah, I'm good ta...
Oh a separate note...Amifae's character, Ami Durer's pickpocketing has reached 100...She's now celebrating by stripping all of the guards in Whiterun...And Athis...And Aela...
I blame her mother...
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Ha ha McB....
Lordas, 12:13PM, 15th of Sun's Dusk
"So this is it, Belrand..... This is the college. .....Not much, eh? I don't know if you've ever been to Cyrodiil, but this compares nothing like the former Mage's Guilds in Cyrodiil. ...........Such splendors those must have been in their days. Now, they're run down, but even in such a state they're more of a splendor than this "College".
"But, the College here in Skyrim is still a good place to study, though", Crystal continues. "To learn the art of spell-wielding! OH!..... Have I told you about my new spell, Belrand? It's an ICE STORM!"
Crystal Beth is giving a tour to her new confidante and companion, Nordic fighter Belrand. Belrand got to meet Arch Mage Savos Aren, and a couple of rather unpleasant members. Some College associates can be pretty rude.
"Now, we've got quite an agenda over these next few days, Belrand, are you ready?"
Belrand says nothing. Only shrugs his shoulders.
"First, we are going to a place I've not been to. Lovely name of Fort Fellhammer. It's near a town called Markath, which I've also not been to..."
Belrand says nothing. Does this guy ever speak?
"I imagine it'll take maybe a day to get to Fellhammer. Another day to take down the bandits residing there...After that we can stay in Markath for awhile. Nice to see somewhere new, eh? ..........Oh, and the orc librarian needs us to go fetch another book. Haven't really consulted my mind to figure out the specifics on that one, though."
"May the Gods watch over your battle, friend" Belrand finally speaks.
"Here. I've got something for you! I've got a present!" says Crystal Beth the elf. "It's something I found awhile back, and I've totally forgotten it was in my wardrobe!"
"Do I get to keep it? Aaaaahahaaa just kidding!"
Beth then gives Belrand her Elven Armor suit, which enchants the user's health 40 points. He looks ridiculous in it, but he doesn't seem to mind. His entire outfit now is this Elven suit, a leather helmet, leather bracers, and leather boots.
....I read on UESP that Belrand has the "Perfect Fit" perk, which gives him +25% bonus if he wears light armor, only.
He also has a Shield of Solitude (a prize awarded to Beth from the Jarl herself) which has a magic resistance of 15%, and some sort of extra blocking bonus. This sword is heavy armor, so I'm not sure if he loses his perk by having it but it's so COOL LOOKING! His weapons are a Dwarven War Axe of Frost (12 damage + 12 pts. of frost damage to Health and Stamina) and cheap wooden bow, his default weapon of choice.
"Lead on then" Belrand says.
As the pair walk outside to a brisk but initially clear morning, beth says..
"Oh no, here it comes. Here comes the snow! It always snows here!"
She misses Solitude at that exact moment.
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"So this is it, Belrand..... This is the college. .....Not much, eh? I don't know if you've ever been to Cyrodiil, but this compares nothing like the former Mage's Guilds in Cyrodiil. ...........Such splendors those must have been in their days. Now, they're run down, but even in such a state they're more of a splendor than this "College".
"But, the College here in Skyrim is still a good place to study, though", Crystal continues. "To learn the art of spell-wielding! OH!..... Have I told you about my new spell, Belrand? It's an ICE STORM!"
Crystal Beth is giving a tour to her new confidante and companion, Nordic fighter Belrand. Belrand got to meet Arch Mage Savos Aren, and a couple of rather unpleasant members. Some College associates can be pretty rude.
"Now, we've got quite an agenda over these next few days, Belrand, are you ready?"
Belrand says nothing. Only shrugs his shoulders.
"First, we are going to a place I've not been to. Lovely name of Fort Fellhammer. It's near a town called Markath, which I've also not been to..."
Belrand says nothing. Does this guy ever speak?
"I imagine it'll take maybe a day to get to Fellhammer. Another day to take down the bandits residing there...After that we can stay in Markath for awhile. Nice to see somewhere new, eh? ..........Oh, and the orc librarian needs us to go fetch another book. Haven't really consulted my mind to figure out the specifics on that one, though."
"May the Gods watch over your battle, friend" Belrand finally speaks.
"Here. I've got something for you! I've got a present!" says Crystal Beth the elf. "It's something I found awhile back, and I've totally forgotten it was in my wardrobe!"
"Do I get to keep it? Aaaaahahaaa just kidding!"
Beth then gives Belrand her Elven Armor suit, which enchants the user's health 40 points. He looks ridiculous in it, but he doesn't seem to mind. His entire outfit now is this Elven suit, a leather helmet, leather bracers, and leather boots.
....I read on UESP that Belrand has the "Perfect Fit" perk, which gives him +25% bonus if he wears light armor, only.
He also has a Shield of Solitude (a prize awarded to Beth from the Jarl herself) which has a magic resistance of 15%, and some sort of extra blocking bonus. This sword is heavy armor, so I'm not sure if he loses his perk by having it but it's so COOL LOOKING!
His weapons are a Dwarven War Axe of Frost (12 damage + 12 pts. of frost damage to Health and Stamina) and cheap wooden bow, his default weapon of choice. "Lead on then" Belrand says.
As the pair walk outside to a brisk but initially clear morning, beth says..
"Oh no, here it comes. Here comes the snow! It always snows here!"
She misses Solitude at that exact moment.
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"So this is what passes for Imperial craftsmanhip? Remind me not to sneeze, I might bring the whole place down!"
Belrand the Nord's comment catches Crystal Beth off-guard. She can't help but giggle.
The two went on a semi-long trek to uproot the bandits at Fort Fellhammer. On the way, they passed yet another fort, this one being Driftshade Refuge. Beth's campaign is rolling along smoothly. These bandts are mostly Thugs, much tougher than your garden-variety road & camp bandits.
Each battle really is a little challenge. Beth tends to cast a fire elemental in the initial stage of each melee. Sometimes she'll also use her new Ice Storm. She then will either throw firebolts or use her brand-new Staff of Sparks to give them 8 points of juice per second. She also has some Illusion spells, like Calm and Fury, but isn't sure if her magic is strong enough against these tougher bandits.
Belrand lost his Axe of Frost, and Beth has given him a Silver Sword in replacement. He also uses his bow, and can cast a somewhat useless Conjure Wolf spell.
"I LOVE A CHALLENGE" Belrand cries as he trades arrows with yet another bandit. "SKYRIM BELONGS TO THE NORDS!"
As Beth throws the final bolt of fire into the bandits gut, she says "You must really love battle. You say nothing for hours sometimes. But in a fight? You sure get mouthy".
"You'd have to be pretty desperate to make a home in this dank hole" Belrand comments a minute later.
Now it's Beth's turn to not comment, although she doesn't think this place is all that bad. She throws a lever, and prepares for a decent further into this dungeon.
Fredas, 1:23 PM, 21st of Sun's Dusk
Belrand the Nord is dead. As Beth and Belrand walked back towards Winterhold, they made a wrong turn somewhere and wound up getting confronted by a group of "soldiers". One of them said something like
"Imperial business. Yea, that's it. This is official Imperial business. We're going to ask you for some money, too, yea."
something about the way the guy was saying this struck Beth as odd.
"100 gold? Are you kidding? Sheesh you can have it if you can take it from us!"
Bad idea. These guys were tough, and it turns out there were several more of them hiding off behind some rocks and ice. Beth survived only by taking a high vantage point above the "soldiers", summoning Flame Atronachs, and occasionally getting a good shot in. Poor Belrand, unfortunately, is gone.
As Beth walks back towards Winterhold now, she is alone. Once again.
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Belrand the Nord's comment catches Crystal Beth off-guard. She can't help but giggle.
The two went on a semi-long trek to uproot the bandits at Fort Fellhammer. On the way, they passed yet another fort, this one being Driftshade Refuge. Beth's campaign is rolling along smoothly. These bandts are mostly Thugs, much tougher than your garden-variety road & camp bandits.
Each battle really is a little challenge. Beth tends to cast a fire elemental in the initial stage of each melee. Sometimes she'll also use her new Ice Storm. She then will either throw firebolts or use her brand-new Staff of Sparks to give them 8 points of juice per second. She also has some Illusion spells, like Calm and Fury, but isn't sure if her magic is strong enough against these tougher bandits.
Belrand lost his Axe of Frost, and Beth has given him a Silver Sword in replacement. He also uses his bow, and can cast a somewhat useless Conjure Wolf spell.
"I LOVE A CHALLENGE" Belrand cries as he trades arrows with yet another bandit. "SKYRIM BELONGS TO THE NORDS!"
As Beth throws the final bolt of fire into the bandits gut, she says "You must really love battle. You say nothing for hours sometimes. But in a fight? You sure get mouthy".
"You'd have to be pretty desperate to make a home in this dank hole" Belrand comments a minute later.
Now it's Beth's turn to not comment, although she doesn't think this place is all that bad. She throws a lever, and prepares for a decent further into this dungeon.
Fredas, 1:23 PM, 21st of Sun's Dusk
Belrand the Nord is dead.
As Beth and Belrand walked back towards Winterhold, they made a wrong turn somewhere and wound up getting confronted by a group of "soldiers". One of them said something like"Imperial business. Yea, that's it. This is official Imperial business. We're going to ask you for some money, too, yea."
something about the way the guy was saying this struck Beth as odd.
"100 gold? Are you kidding? Sheesh you can have it if you can take it from us!"
Bad idea. These guys were tough, and it turns out there were several more of them hiding off behind some rocks and ice. Beth survived only by taking a high vantage point above the "soldiers", summoning Flame Atronachs, and occasionally getting a good shot in. Poor Belrand, unfortunately, is gone.
As Beth walks back towards Winterhold now, she is alone. Once again.
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That's so sad for Beth!
Wet and sweaty and bloody, Kraven had awakened near a stream. The chirping of the birds and the buzzing of insects had pounded on his ears like the louded battle drums. He stretched his arms wide as he yawned. It took moments for his vision to adjust, but eventually the scenery unraveled before his eyes.
Riverwood, was the town he was close to. Realizing it was early morning, the grass wet with dew and the air filled with a foggy vapor, he decided it would be a best decision to run into town while everyone was still slumbering. And so he ran, as fast as he could. His wild long hair waved behind him as he put his strong legs to use.
When he finally reached the town, he crouched down, hoping to sneak past the shaggy dog. The canine sniffed the air, mistaking the Imperial for one of his own. I smell as a wet dog, Kraven realized with a half amused smile on his face. He kept on walking alongside the homes, his back hugging the side-walls as he kept sneaking around. And after two or three minutes, he finally found what he was looking for. Yes, he rejoiced.
He took away the single shirt and pants which sat along a log. He turned around to make a run for it, until he came face to face with a woman holding a basket. She stared at him, mouth wide and gaped open. Alongside her, a boy no more than ten winters old. She screamed, he giggled. She ran, he pointed to Kraven's manhood.
"Naked, naked, naked!"
OOC: Haha, yes! The child and the "naked naked naked." did happen. Apparently, it's not safe to run around in the morning in Riverwood, no matter what time it is. Can't a man run naked in peace?
Riverwood, was the town he was close to. Realizing it was early morning, the grass wet with dew and the air filled with a foggy vapor, he decided it would be a best decision to run into town while everyone was still slumbering. And so he ran, as fast as he could. His wild long hair waved behind him as he put his strong legs to use.
When he finally reached the town, he crouched down, hoping to sneak past the shaggy dog. The canine sniffed the air, mistaking the Imperial for one of his own. I smell as a wet dog, Kraven realized with a half amused smile on his face. He kept on walking alongside the homes, his back hugging the side-walls as he kept sneaking around. And after two or three minutes, he finally found what he was looking for. Yes, he rejoiced.
He took away the single shirt and pants which sat along a log. He turned around to make a run for it, until he came face to face with a woman holding a basket. She stared at him, mouth wide and gaped open. Alongside her, a boy no more than ten winters old. She screamed, he giggled. She ran, he pointed to Kraven's manhood.
"Naked, naked, naked!"
OOC: Haha, yes! The child and the "naked naked naked." did happen. Apparently, it's not safe to run around in the morning in Riverwood, no matter what time it is. Can't a man run naked in peace?
ha ha that's awesome!!!! I've had a couple "naked PC" moments with a couple of my characters, too.
That's so sad for Beth!
I know. Beth will be able to continue with her adventuring, but another character of mine (Claire Voyance the Cleric) totally lost her spirit when her partner died.
QUOTE(King Coin @ Apr 4 2012, 11:43 PM)
That's so sad for Beth!
I know. Beth will be able to continue with her adventuring, but another character of mine (Claire Voyance the Cleric) totally lost her spirit when her partner died.
I am not going to brown-nose or anything, but I enioy your indian character, Dyami. Maybe because he's indian-esque.
I was always fascinated by native culture.
I was always fascinated by native culture.
QUOTE(Darkness Eternal @ Apr 5 2012, 02:55 PM)
I am not going to brown-nose or anything, but I enioy your indian character, Dyami. Maybe because he's indian-esque.
I was always fascinated by native culture.
Same here.
QUOTE(Darkness Eternal @ Apr 5 2012, 02:55 PM)
I am not going to brown-nose or anything, but I enioy your indian character, Dyami. Maybe because he's indian-esque.
I was always fascinated by native culture.
LOL..no worries. I need an extended amount of time if I'm gonna be getting into his story and journal. I mean...hours and hours need to be available to me, without interruption. His roleplay is gonna be a bit deeper than that of Crystal Beth and I'm hoping I'll be able to start it up sometime during this weekend.
Pray silence for the memory of the passing of Wulff Olfsson, Bard, Dragonborn and a thousand other curses...
It seems that the curse of the game engine has struck friend Olfsson...
I attempted to get him through the damnedable Civil War quests...Just so he was out of it...Sadly, the next bit is bugged. The fort he's trying to free still thinks it's Bandits not Legion...So the Stormcloak prisoners think they're locked up, but no cells or key...*Shrug*...So he's stuck...The previous save is after the Whiterun thing, and the one before that is before the MQ...
So yes, Wulff Olfsson is now officially screwed over by the game... ...
I sad now...
It seems that the curse of the game engine has struck friend Olfsson...
I attempted to get him through the damnedable Civil War quests...Just so he was out of it...Sadly, the next bit is bugged. The fort he's trying to free still thinks it's Bandits not Legion...So the Stormcloak prisoners think they're locked up, but no cells or key...*Shrug*...So he's stuck...The previous save is after the Whiterun thing, and the one before that is before the MQ...
So yes, Wulff Olfsson is now officially screwed over by the game...
...I sad now...
Oh no, not Olfsson!!
Today in Skyrim: Due to -100% mana cost on Destruction and Restoration (blessya, Smithing & Enchanting) I have a tiny breton girl to wage war with no weapons. Lydia is around for giggles, since I've made daedric armor for her too.
On the downside, fire and ice master-level spells for DES are disappointing, but at least Lightning Storm brings a grin to the face. Hello Nikola Tesla!
On the downside, fire and ice master-level spells for DES are disappointing, but at least Lightning Storm brings a grin to the face. Hello Nikola Tesla!
I love reading all of these recounts. It's interesting to see the stories of everyone's characters, and how they play the game. Unfortunately, I don't have much to say about my newest character, but here's what happened in my last session of Skyrim.
Alrya, my Nord spellcaster character was revealed to be the Dragonborn. My other two characters took this kind of well, continuing along with their story as they always would have, except with delicious dragons. Alrya however got extremely nervous about this responsibility. Rather then go to the Greybeards, Alrya wanted to avoid them. She didn't want to linger in Whiterun, where everyone knew about what she was, so she headed off to Winterhold after a rest at the inn. She wanted to go to Winterhold in the first place, so why not now?
On the way, she was waylayed by bandits. She managed to convince them to leave her alone with 50 gold. She wasn't in the mood for a fight, and was still tired from her battle with a dragon.
(I hope none of that counted as a spoiler.)
It's interesting to see the stories of everyone's characters, and how they play the game. Unfortunately, I don't have much to say about my newest character, but here's what happened in my last session of Skyrim.Alrya, my Nord spellcaster character was revealed to be the Dragonborn. My other two characters took this kind of well, continuing along with their story as they always would have, except with delicious dragons. Alrya however got extremely nervous about this responsibility. Rather then go to the Greybeards, Alrya wanted to avoid them. She didn't want to linger in Whiterun, where everyone knew about what she was, so she headed off to Winterhold after a rest at the inn. She wanted to go to Winterhold in the first place, so why not now?
On the way, she was waylayed by bandits. She managed to convince them to leave her alone with 50 gold. She wasn't in the mood for a fight, and was still tired from her battle with a dragon.
(I hope none of that counted as a spoiler.)
And after fixing a driver problem that made Skyrim unplayable for a while (but only Skyrim, other games went fine, which with the recent patch made me overlook the video driver at first) Verthandi has returned.
from the musings of Verthandi
Oh Mama, could you have guessed this when I left so long ago? I know I couldn't have. Thane of Solitude, with a mansion! I swear by Mara, the bedroom's bigger then our old house. I even have a housecarl, I think I could like her, her name's Jordis the Sword-Maiden. I even got the local blacksmith to teach me some Orisimer forging techniques he knew.
You know though, the north is a lot more different then I thought back when I was a girl. I've seen some beautiful places and some pretty odd ones.
Can't help but wonder what's next.
from the musings of Verthandi
Oh Mama, could you have guessed this when I left so long ago? I know I couldn't have. Thane of Solitude, with a mansion! I swear by Mara, the bedroom's bigger then our old house. I even have a housecarl, I think I could like her, her name's Jordis the Sword-Maiden. I even got the local blacksmith to teach me some Orisimer forging techniques he knew.
You know though, the north is a lot more different then I thought back when I was a girl. I've seen some beautiful places and some pretty odd ones.
Can't help but wonder what's next.
Well, Hides-His-Hand, my Argonian skirmisher, has gone. His file wiped by my curious little niece who sought to save her own Bosmer, Bethany. I started up a new Argonian by the name of Hides-His-Hands (How clever am I?) who, after escaping the assault on Helgen, has fled to Falkreath to hide.
Previous to his capture at the Skyrim Border, Hides worked as the deliverer of illicit items into and out of Skyrim, but now that he has been captured and labeled an enemy to the Empire, he is not sure where his life is going. As of now he is taking all of it day by day in Falkreath, living out of Dead Man's Drink, and making coin as hunter.
Previous to his capture at the Skyrim Border, Hides worked as the deliverer of illicit items into and out of Skyrim, but now that he has been captured and labeled an enemy to the Empire, he is not sure where his life is going. As of now he is taking all of it day by day in Falkreath, living out of Dead Man's Drink, and making coin as hunter.
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