Holy crisis this thread's been busy!

Good, I'm glad others are using it. Oblivion is fun to write up, that's for damn sure...
Grits, Kanet's tales are fun to read! She's been doing quite a lot, all over the place, and while wearing an entire litany of different outfits. My thief would approve!
Speaking of...
Kahreem of WeetLevel: 6
Location: Waterfront
Days Passed: 86
Play Time: 117:10:49
Bounty: 340
Fame: 0
Infamy: 9
Tirdas, 10:08 pm Sun's Dusk 20"I'm looking for the Grey Fox, what can you tell me?"
Kahreem of Weet downs a second bottle of
Cheap Wine while Hieronymus Lex stands just a few paces away. All around, his minions (his guards, plus some Arcane University battlemages) do their best to find the blasted thief.
"No sign of him!" reports an iron-suited Imperial.
"Ucch," Kahreem says to himself. "I mean, if some fokkinge battlemages can't find the scoundrel with their magic, they may as well give up."
Kahreem decides he'll risk getting closer to Lex, maybe he can talk some sense to the man, when all a sudden a
whoosh of yellow light flashes nearby. It happens several yards away from where Kahreem and Lex stand, just past the shack which had recently been bought by a red-haired do-gooding paladin. As the men gaze with a mixture of fear, and a little bit of awe, a shape reveals itself from the flash.
"A .. daedric being?"
There had been rumors that the Daedra might attack from the plane of Oblivion for weeks now, perhaps they already had. There had been sightings, you see. As the group of men on the City's isle hold their ground, they realize this could be it.
This could be the very beginning of an attack on the Imperial City itself. ... But they needn't fret; only one of their army appears, not dozens.
"Begone, mortal!" the daedric man says in an otherworldly voice.
As Kahreem decides this sounds like some of the greatest advice he's ever heard, because
what if there is suddenly some sort of attack, the man-like figure from Oblivion turns to go. But first, he hands a note to the captain of the guards.
"So, they send a foul daedra to deliver a simple note when a simple footpad could have done so?" Lex asks smugly. "How typical. All right men! We've been ordered back to our posts. I smell the dirty hand of the Grey Fox behind this."
Before Kahreem can blink, the Oblivion being is gone, while Lex and his posse give up their search, just like that.
"Amazing. Guess the Waterfront's back to normal, now. I gotta find me a daedra outfit."
The Redguard thief decides he'll follow the guards back into the city. He notices that some guards don't even get to take a break; they merely return to their usual posts. And at this realization, the Weet Bandit kicks himself.
"A guard-free Imperial City? Rats. Just missed my chance for the ULTIMATE crime spree."
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Middas, 12:20"I see you are a follower of the grey Fox, too!" Methredhel says in amazement as Kahreem walks through the door of her 'hideout'.
"Ummm. Yeah. I am. Are you just ... realizing this now? I've only been in the fokkinge Thieves Guild for like three months."
"I'm glad you're here, we have work to do," the elf says as the Redguard approaches further.
"Well of course we do. I just did my part, Hieronymus Lex has left the Waterfront. Now where's my compensation? Where's my pay?"
"He's been ordered to evacuate the Waterfront? Excellent!" says the elf. "Well, I have one last task for you. As a sign of good faith, the Thieves Guild needs somebody to returns Hrormir's Icestaff to the Arcane University."
"Oh, and let me guess who's going to do be asked to do this?"
"However, the wizards are not to be trusted," she says somewhat angrily while ignoring the Redguard's sarcasm. "I'm sure they are watching for us to put it back where you got it. They would have no qualms about killing you once they had the Icestaff back."
"Oh brother, here we go again."
"Instead, I want
you to put the Icestaff into Ontus Vanin's safe chest. He keeps one in his home. Ontus is a former University researcher."
At this, Kahreem suddenly smiles. "Sounds like this 'Ontus' is going to be framed for something" he says, "and not the sort of frame you hang up on a wall."
The elf says nothing, so Kahreem then adds "Well look, that sounds good and fine, I'm definitely up for that task, but I'm also in this for the gold. You know, Septims? ... Coin? Why, lately it seems the fokkinge beggars have more gold in their pockets than I do!"
"Greedy bastard, aren't you?" Methredhel is now gushing again. "I
like that in a thief! ... But you'll have to see S'krivva about that. I'm just the one who's running the scam."
"Hah, S'kriiva. I have to go all the way back to fokkinge Bravil just to get some compensation. Where's the Gray Fox in all this, hasn't he got some deep pockets? Rats. I want some gold and I want it NOW! Do you know I could have been killed, I had to come all the way up through the Sewers just to get this to you!"
"Shadow hide you," Methredhel mock-whispers, apparently closing the subject.