While Raven is very fun to play and Mages Guild questline intriguing, I've been with him almost daily in the past two months and I already had a need to create someone new, someone with whom I would play Oblivion in a slightly different way. Raven will remain my primary character but occasionally I'll switch to my new character that I created yesterday. Let's meet him, shall we? Some locations and persons in the update are added by Better Cities mod and as you'll notice, I use a custom start as well.
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First Mate Sentza, a Redguard from Stros M'Kai, definitely didn't expect that his life was about to change so quickly and radically. What was supposed to be a routine voyage from the Abecean Sea to the Imperial City, carrying goods and passengers, turned out into something else - not only was First Mate Sentza kicked in his groin, punched in the face but he was also violently thrown off the ship that he was working on!
And how did it happen?
There really isn't a lot of explaining necessary. The ship captain, Sentza's immediate superior, caught him banging his wife.

On his ship. In his cabin. In his bed. Now that he was thinking of it, Sentza was lucky that the captain didn't kill him. Perhaps he would if he knew that he did the same things to his daughter back in Stros M'Kai. So, wearing nothing but a pair of braider leather sandals, belted braies and a shirt with suspenders, he was thrown off the ship in the Waterfront Docks.
"And what shall I do now?" thought former First Mate Sentza as he got up on his legs and saw the ship on which he had served for six years, slowly disappearing in the distance, under the large bridge over Lake Rumare, heading back to his home island. "There are many ships docked here...some noble, some poor...I bet they need a helping hand. After all, I'm a man of many talents.
But it turned out that Sentza's help wasn't needed. At two ships he didn't even found any sign of its crew so he assumed that they were drinking in some tavern. One ship, elven by design, was too elegant and he didn't even dare to approach it. The last one was populated by hostile pirates, whose First Mate, Malvulis by name, screamed at him and threatened to kill him if he wouldn't leave.
"So pretty yet so grumpy. What a waste of potential," thought Sentza as he was hurrying away from the angry Dunmer and her crew. The last place where he tried his luck, was The Bloated Float but its proprietor, Ormil, wasn't interested in hiring him. Instead he told him that his ship is the finest inn in all of Cyrodiil and also informed him that Dovyn Aren still teaches alteration.
Sentza didn't understand how could he benefit from this information but perhaps Ormil was just trying to be friendly. "Or perhaps I look like a mage. It could be, why not? I can cast a flare and heal myself. Ha! Not everyone can do that." Not having anywhere not go, not having any idea what to do with himself and not having a single septim in his pockets, Sentza took a walk through the shoddy Waterfront. It reminded him of a small fishing village on Stros M'Kai where he grew up and he quickly began to like the place.
He chatted with some locals, most of them acted like he's been among them forever while some didn't show any interest in sharing rumors with him. Not that he cared about it, he just wanted to find some bed or some gold. In which order, it didn't really matter. Not long after, he saw a man lying on the beach. There were bottles of beer scattered all around him, so Sentza went to investigate.
It turned out that the man was dead, obviosuly drinking himself to death. "A pity but you won't need these septims anymore, will you, friend?" he said as he took seventeen septims from the dead man's pocket. When he noticed a man with a bandana suspiciously watching him from above, Sentza quickly pretended that he's just checking whether the man's alive or not.
"I wouldn't want to be called a thief. Is taking from dead a crime? I don't know, I never read about it. So I guess it's not. By sweet Lady of Wayrest, what's this shining thing over here?" Sentza leaned closer and saw a beautiful silver ring on the man's left hand ring finger. "It looks valuable. Sorry, fella, but if I don't take it, someone else will. So it's better if I do it, just to be make sure that nobody else does."
Sentza took the ring and also found a small hourglass in the man's pockets which he took too, after all, it was always helpful to know exact time and date. He hurried away from the corpse, hoping to find a buyer for the ring. But it was getting late, and most shops in the Waterfront were already closed. He tried selling the ring to some ugly Orc innkeeper but she rudely told him that she wasn't a jeweler.
He tried his luck with some old Dark Elf who told him that he's retired but still hasn't removed the sign outside his house. Then he tried selling the ring to an Argonian scribe but she wasn't interested in it all, being occupied with forging some documents for some Guild. His last stop was a tavern, led by a lovely young lass named Rosana that was a Redguard too. She wasn't interested in the ring but
Sentza'd feel bad if not buying something, so he bought a beer for five septims and drank it while chatting with Rosana.
When he came out of the tavern, it was already getting dark and Sentza felt tiredness too. A lot of things happened in one day. If everything went smoothly, he'd been sailing back to the Abecean Sea, sipping good wine with captain's wife but alas, his life on the ship has come to an end. Not that he cared about it too much. "I'll do well for myself. As always. Somehow. Somewhere. Someday."
He found an empty cellar with a dirty bedroll under some abandoned house that was in fact not abandoned but was occupied by a man on the lam. Luckily, the cellar was truly abandoned and except a small rat, there wasn't anyone else living down there. "I'm sorry, rattie, but I can't sleep knowing that you'll be creeping over my smooth body." Sentza stepped on the rat and then opened another bottle of beer.
He raised the bottle and sang his favorite verse: "Ho hey, sweet lady of Wayrest! Ho hey, sweet lady of mine! Oh I'll see you again, yes I'll see you again, sweet lady of Wayrest so fine!" Then he added: "I wish that you'd watch over me, Lady, just as you did from my birth onwards. Thanks to you, I'm more durable and willing and I hope I'll stay like that." After emptying the bottle, he felt slightly drunk and decided that it was time to go to sleep.
He put his shirt with suspenders on the wooden chest, took off his leather braided sandals, blew out the candle and crawled in the dirty bedroll. After long time, Sentza spent his first night on the dry land.