Turdas, 3:48 pm, First Seed 28, 3rd Era 434:

Days Passed: 214

Faction: Thieves Guild
Faction Rank: Shadowfoot

Jokes Told: 228

Kahreem of Weet is traveling from the Imperial City to Bravil, wearing a full soldier's set of plate armor. The same suit he'd found several weeks before. His journey had been uneventful up to this point. Just outside the ruins of Vindasel he encountered something strange and bizarre. Something he'd only heard of, but never seen. A flame atronach!

At first he ran from the thing. It seemed to be slow-moving, and its fireballs were easy to dodge. But then Kahreem had spotted a citizen.

"Fokke!"

A Khajiit citizen, but a citizen all the same. And what would this citizen think of a fully-armored guard, not doing his duty to protect the road? He'd decided to at least try and face the thing. Which had been an okay decision. As the Redguard had closed in on the atronach, dodging occasional spikes of fire, he'd readied his dwemer-created mace, and started bashing. The atronach got him with a few touches of its fiery hands, but inside Kahreem's armor suit, he'd barely felt any pain or damage.

But the atronach had felt plenty, and perished quickly.

4:31 pm: He encounters Countess Caro on horseback, without her caravan of help. The countess sneers at him, seeming to still be angry that here she is, talking to the very man who'd been caught snooping around in her bedchambers. Here he is, right before her, and there's nothing she can do about it.




"But Lady Caro, I have lifted my position in life. For I am no longer a lowly scoundrel, doing jobs for lowlifes. As you can see, I've now managed to become a soldier, in the Imperial legion itself."

"Nonsense! You talk such rot."

"So says you, and I fully understand your hatred of me. But I can prove it."

"Don't waste your flattery on me."

"Flattery? Hah! No milady. I only want to protect you. From menaces on the road. Here, let me walk with you. I will keep you and your horse safe."

"Gracious, what a hero!"

"I mean, where is your knight? Where is the guy you usually travel with? And where is your steward? Let me be the one who protects you. Free of charge. For everything in our past, okay?"

"I can't argue with that."

"Then it's settled. Carry on. And beware to any trolls or bandits or goblins who dare try to disturb you."

"Good day."

The Redguard smiles under his plate-armor helmet.




6:16 pm: Rain begins to fall as the countess and her new associate pass by Pell's Gate. A brief conversation ensues between the countess and a white-haired Nord man.

6:20 pm: Countess Caro gets off her horse, and readies her fists.

"No! What are you doing?"

"You won't get away with this!"

"Away with what? I'm just walking my assigned route when I met -- Oh."

Apparently, Kahreem had not been doing his job, and had not even noticed the boar which was running up on them, aiming to savage Caro's horse.

"Forrr the Empire!" the Redguard guard screams, readying his weapon. "Haaa!" ... again, he is impressed with how well his new mace does with combat. In seconds, the fight is over. His lady had been protected.

"See, just as I said. I can protect you, milady."

"Go ahead please."

"Well... maybe not all the way to Leyawiin, my assigned route doesn't go that far, but I can assist you to Bravil, at least."

"Is it necessary that you speak with me?"

"I guess not. Yeah. It's raining and here I am holding you back with my blabbery tongue. Onwards!"

"Good day."



Fredas, 12:21 pm: It is just after midnight when all Oblivion breaks loose. First, Kahreem spots a wolf, and draws his weapon, but the wolf is already pursuing someone else--the Khajiit he'd seen hours ago, probably. She runs past him, the wolf runs past him, Countess Caro gets off her horse. Next thing he knows, everybody is gone, running off into the countryside.

He follows them for awhile, but gives this up when he notices a fast-moving troll has joined the fun, and a beast he's never seen before, nearly twice as tall as a man, and with great horns, becomes interested.

"Fokke, I'm getting out of here!"

What good what it do to stick around? What sort of countess thinks she's good enough to even attempt such a fight?

"Hey, I did my civic duty, but I've been assigned to patrol the roads, milady, not run halfway across Cyrodiil trying to join an impossible fight."

The rain falls hard, and the sky is a dark blanket over his head. The road behind him has already been traveled, and is completely safe. Just like that, the Weet Bandit decides his "assigned route" is now calling him back to the Inn of Ill Omen. He hadn't checked whether it was safe, or not.

What a blast as Kahreem and his blabbery tongue protects Countess Caro from herself and all other manner of foul creatures!

I loved Kahreem's first dialogue with the Countess and you captured her face perfectly.

The last paragraph with all hell break loose sounds so typical for Oblivion AI.

Great story!

First off, I always love the screenshots you dot your episodes with!!! But on this particular episode I saw stuff that I didn't recognize from the game. Is this one of your mods? If so, I am dying to know more about the mod!

I just love the conversations Kahreem has


Onwards, indeed! ... But that doesn´t mean running into the wilderness for some stupid fight



Awesome, Renee!

*curtsies*

Thank you Lopov, mirocu, and Acadian. That update wasn't even supposed to be "funny", but when Kahreem met the countess on the road ...

mALX: Yes, Sarah's game is a custom-made quest. It'll have several plot-twists and bizarre stuff to come. I got the inspiration for Sarah Phimm last summer as I was watching Dark Shadows, that old horror soap-opera from the '60s. There's an entire set of episodes during which a seraphim shows up to Collinsport, and she's obsessed with fire and stares into fires (etc.) and this gave me inspiration for Sarah's gameworld and motivations.

This is amazing, did you make voice files for the dialogue? Is it uploaded for other people to play? It looks really well made!

Oh gosh no, hon, I'm not gonna publish this! I can see maybe in the future once I get really good at it, I can make something for the public, but the quest in Sarah's game is custom-made for her.

And there aren't any voices. I'm not sure how voice acting works.

The Khajiit interrupts Sarah's sleep

The Khajiit denies knowing who Takya Byite is

She will not say who delivered the deed + key, but makes a mistake, and identifies the sex of the sender.

The Deed

The start of an arrest...

Um... what's this you say?

The smug apology

Sarah was woketh upon by Bean Curd.

What a fun and mysterious quest you have put together for Sarah!

I agree with Acadian, this quest is really well done, it's more interesting than many vanilla quests. Maybe in the future you'll make your own haunted manor mod.

Yaah bean curd! ... My favorite fake meat product, lol.

Thanks Lopov. I wouldn't say her quest is 'better', but I will say it's nice making a quest which is custom-tailored to your character's actual day-to-day life. I shall post another Sarah update soon, but right now let's hear from another guy we're familiar with.


Loredas, 5:39 am, First Seed 30, 3rd Era 434

Quest: Arrow of Extrication

Days Passed: 216

Bounty: 250
Largest Bounty: 1,007
Fame: 0
Infamy: 27


Kahreem of Weet leaves the Inn of Ill Omen an entire day after entering it. He'd initially gone in there as part of his 'assigned route', which had been a completely plausible idea. Road patrols can often be found hanging out in establishments, afterall. But one hour had turned into another.

"Yeah, I still got rooms, what do you need?"

One thing nice about this particular inn was its diverse selection of wine that isn't so fine. Over the next 24 hours, Kahreem (who'd started calling himself Mannfred the Man) had consumed all the ale, half the food, and (of course) all the cheapest of wine in the house. Manheim, the Omen's owner, hadn't complained, as Mannfred began stumbling around in his armor. He'd never seen a soldier get drunk before, but hey, gold is gold.

"So long, and tell your friends: 'the Inn of ..."

"...Ill Omen, is open for business, as always.' And yes, I promise I'll tell all my friends about this place. Of course, since all my friends are soldiers and guards, this place'll be crawling with them pretty soon. You'll have the safest inn in Cyrodiil."

"Ha ha ha, you don't saaay?"

The air is pleasant outside. A little chilly, perhaps. Mannfred the Man walks briskly, in a southerly direction, hoping he doesn't come across whatever the fokke that large beast was, the one he'd seen chasing after Countess Caro a couple nights ago. Whatever it was, it had some pretty large horns on its head. It had been a large, 2-legged hooved beast, with horns on its head! Not something he'd want to ever cross again.

9:02 am
The calm which had come over him as he'd clanked his way toward Bravil was interrupted by a Khajiit bandit, swinging a giant hammer.



"STOP! In the lame of the law! ... name... In the NAME of the law!"

"I've fought mudcrabs more fearsome than you!"

"And? ... I assume you won this fight? Big deal. Pretty soon you're going to be fighting your cellmate, for extra portions of the slop you both will be eating in Bravil's jail. Time to hand over your valuables, for you are under arrest, sir."

"Ha! Take that!"

"Then pay with your knife... LIFE... I meant to say 'life'."

The battle doesn't last long. The Khajiit bandit gets a few swings on the Redguard, but the impact from these swings are mere bites of fleas, as Kahreem's armor + shield them up. Kahreem's dwarven mace then seals the deal, causing the Khajiit to falter and stumble, tripping over a tree root.

"You should have PAID THE FINE!"

"You and your father and your father's father are all the same, Redguard. All bark and no bite!"

"NO, you're wrong, cat-man. 'All brawn and no brains' is the correct insult. Or wait, is it 'all fury and no flash?' "

There isn't much more the losing ball of fur can say however. He'd committed an assault, had refused arrest, and had certainly not paid any sort of fine. Kahreem stomped a boot on the feline's head, just to make sure he was dead, and had declined to loot the man's finery. What good what it do to wear nice, but bloodied, clothes to his destination, when he could instead wear some nice, bloodied Legion armor?




11:34

"Me children ahh stahhving. Please help."

"Pfft, whatever, beggar. Look, if you want a coin, just ask for one. Stop with the 'children are starving' bit."

"Please be generous, kind sir."

"There, that's better. My name is Mannfred the Man, by the way .. shhhhh. Now, what do you know about a man called 'Fathis Aren'?"

Kahreem, aka Mannfred the Man, gets to Bravil and confronts the first scrabbly-dressed man he sees, whose name is 'Cosmus the Cheat'.

"What are friends for? Fathis is also the wizard in the tower outside of town. He keeps his most treasured items there, not in the castle."

"Interesting. How would you, a beggar with stahhving children, even be able to know such informations?"

"Only Fathis can get into the tower, but there is supposed to be a secret passage somewhere in the castle that takes him to this tower."

"A secret passage? ... Capital!"

"What?"

"Oh nothing, beggar. Just a new expression I've learned from some low-life. I keep saying it though. 'Capital!' .... try saying it. It grows on you. 'Capital!'"

"Blessings of Julianos upon ye."

"Oh all right. Yeah, if I walked around in bare feet around this scrubby town all day I guess I wouldn't be too enthusiastic about it either. I don't need Julianos's blessings though. You can keep those."

Time to rent a room. As Kahreem steps into Silverhome on the Water, he realizes he doesn't need to spend any coin here. He'd forgotten all about Cuty Swimmer's place, up on the top tier of Bravil's flats.

"Capital!"

.. up where the skooma den also can be found. Mmmm... skooma... As the Weet Bandit begins his slow climb up the stairs, a saddened-looking Nord passes by, one who seems as though he hasn't fastened lips to anyone else's in a while.

MannfredKahreem of the Man Wheat! Loved him drunk on patrol taking down that cat bandit!

Khareem is really taking his duties as a legionary seriously! That cat burglar will trouble Cyrodiil no longer. Now, to get into that tower...

Kahreem is clearing roads of Cyrodiil instead of the guards.

It's been so long since I did that quest that I forgot about a secret passage going to the tower from the castle.

Kahreem has another sneaking assignment and a new name? Dare I say.... Capital!

I am in love with this quest you made !!!!! And with the NPC's names,

I am really looking forward to this "secret passage", whatever it is. Thanks for not spoiling, by the way.

mALX: Thank you hon! I will post the next Sarah this week for sure.

I didn't game with Kahreem or Sarah this weekend (been a busy Memorial Day weekend). Kahreem, as an actor, has 'conditions' stipulated in his contract, so he has the weekend off, while Sarah stories take a lot of time to write, even if they are short. So I will post an RG3 shortie I wrote last year.



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Morndas, Evening Star 31, 4th Era 20

On the last day of the Year 20, Renee Gade awakes from slumber.

"Pells Gate? ... Aleswell? ... No, Pell's Gate."

Constantly on the move, she is rarely in the same place for more than a day or two. The life of a delver, and adventurer. She sits up, and looks down at herself, with a blank stare. She's fallen asleep wearing her armor, again.

"Greetings to you."

"Hello there!"

"Try combining some aloe vera leaves with some venison. It's said to have restorative properties."

"So I've heard."

... Voices from downstairs. Renee wakes further, and grabs for something to drink. An ale, which had survived the night. Before long, this ale is within her belly. She belches, and stands. Looks at her armor again. She's been falling asleep in her armor more and more often, lately. Hard not to; she owns one of the most comfortable armor suits she had ever come across. Tailor-fitted to her body by a priestess of Dibella in Markath, Renee's armor suit was crafted with an unknown material, neither animal, nor daedric, nor metallic.

...But that is no excuse, thinks she. Falling alseep in your protective armor suit. Like some unworthy, tawdry low-life outlaw.



She turns toward the door to her room, but is surprised to find her followers have already arisen, and are here to greet her.

"Well met!" .. "How are you?"

Her current followers, a Nord and a Dunmer. The Nord, Felrika, had been with her for many months now. At least two. Fel made for a great friend, to drink and to delve with. The Dunmer is new. Her name is Jaga. No.. Jada. Jada wears the chainmail armor suit Renee had bought for her, while Fel wears her mithril.

"Up before me, eh? .. Well I am ready to go. Let us move out of ... Pell's Gate. We are in Pell's Gate, are we not? Thought I heard the voice of Candice from below, talking about venison and aloe vera. Well, no matter. Let us go. Fort Homestead, across the way. The locals have said the outlaws have returned. And they shall soon wish they hadn't."

As the trio walks downstairs, they meet up with a loiterer, standing in the inn's dining area. A second Dunmer. Renee pauses. They could use a fourth person.

"Hi!"

"You. Standing there. Tell me about yourself. Are you up for hire?"

"Well I don't like to boast. I'm a Dunmer, as you can see, trained in the arts of lockpicking. And night-crawling as well."

"No magic?" asks Renee. The Dunmer says nothing, but she shrugs. "Mmm, sorry. Need a spell-caster. Already got her," she says, pointing to Jada. "She can pick locks, and crawls as good as I."

"Be seeing you," the Dunmer-for-hire says, trying not to betray her feelings.

"And a gracious New Year to you."

What a delightful glimpse into the morning of Renee as she awakens in her ever so comfy armor. I did use CM at one time and remember how much fun it was to check out all the adventurers you could travel with. Off to purge Fort Homestead. Those pesky bandits; as soon as you purge a bunch, more soon take their place. Oh well, plenty of work for Renee.

Oh Buffy got some partners following her as well? Neat. Yes, there is quite a variety of them. Not every one is suitable.

I like this update (and some of her other updates) because they aren't as frequent, and they're also like Seinfeld episodes--they're not really about anything important, you know? They're just moments in time that seem interesting to ME, as roleplaying goes.

Buffy likes to bring followers with her occasionally - like just for a change. Mostly she just wants her horse and a summonable familiar. Nice thing about summonables is that they can be unsummoned the moment they cause troubles or get in the way.

I forgot to mention that I think it is neat that you use that office in the IC as a 'research library'. Buffy has always done that with the Mystic Archives in the University. And now, she uses the Arcanium at Winterhold's College as well.

I also know what you mean when you enjoy posting about 'nothing'. Heh, Buffy once spent a respectable part of an episode telling us all about how she cleaned her teeth. In fact, here's the excerpt from Episode 131 of her Book 1:

*

I was a happy elf as I spread my bedroll beneath the stars.

Digging into my pack I pulled out a small brush and doeskin pouch. An elf's teeth could last a thousand years, but my mother had impressed upon me as a child the importance of not taking them for granted. I hadn't paid much attention until the first time I saw Cosmus the Cheat give me a big grin. From that time on, I was always very conscientious at cleaning my teeth. I had used a small flayed stick from an orange tree, but later came to prefer the bone brushes sold by Nilawen that were equipped with one row of bristles. Daenlin was well aware of my diligence; one day he turned his fletching skill to teaching me how to make my own brush for teeth cleaning - like the one I had just pulled from my pack. The handle was bamboo. One end had been split three times and each slot carefully fitted with boar bristles. The end had then been notched and tightly laced with fine silk thread to hold the bristles in place before they had been carefully trimmed to the same length.

I reached for the doeskin pouch which contained teeth cleaning powder. Fortunately, I had ground up a new batch the evening prior at the guild. The higher quality alchemy equipment that I preferred was quite complex. After having broken several of the fragile devices on the road, I no longer carried them with me. Rather, I relied on using guild facilities. The teeth cleaning powder was a simple recipe that Ardaline had showed me. The most important ingredient was dried iris flowers, well known for their magical teeth cleaning properties. Then salt to aid with cleaning and provide some coarseness. A pinch of glow dust helped with whitening and sparkle. Finally, some dried mint leaves ensured a nice taste and fresh breath.

I rubbed a pinch of the powder over my teeth. After drizzling some water onto my brush, I popped the end of it into my mouth and went to work. While brushing, I chatted to my paladin and mare about our plans, "Mmphlgl rgmphlf glgdrmph Kvth."

"I'm quite sure you don't expect me to understand that," replied Acadian.

Ha ha hey, that's awesome! you put a lot of detail into things most of us take for granted! How did you think of all those little details, with orange trees and brushes, etc. It almost seems like first-hand experience.

Oh my. You wouldn't believe the research areas to support our writing that Buffy has led me into. Horses, woman stuff, archery. . . .

Kewl, that's very awesome, Acadian. Y'all have a very unique relationship, I do believe.



"Hello."

"What exactly do you require of me?"

"Have you heard any word about what Takya wants to do about Sarah?"

"Rumor has it he's got big plans for her. Small tasks at first, and all dealing with fire. Once she has been proved loyal and faithful, Takya will then move on to bigger tasks."

"Oh?"

"Without question. Some of the associates believe he's going to use Sarah in some sort of plot against Count Janus Hassildor, the leader of Skingrad. Although details are sketchy, some believe that she'll be setting fire to achieve some of Takya's exploits."

"Well that's absurd!"

"No doubt."

"So long."...said one of Istrius's necromancers to another.

"Goodbye!"





"Good evening, Takya.

"What can I do for you?"

"Have you made a decision about what to do with Sarah Phimm?"

"I have, indeed."

"And what have you decided? Surely you can't be serious about including her into our fold?"

"Bite your tongue. It is not your decision, nor is it my decision, to make. You know this. You know that my guidances are caused specially by forces unseen. And I do not question these forces. These forces are what brought her to me. Sarah Phimm, that lowly barista, is going to make us powerful and rich."

"Namira? You speak of Namria?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, Mastow? No, I confer not with Namira. Namira could only aspire to provide the visions I've seen."

"I see. Okay! You win, Takya. Though I must vouch a vote of protest about all this. Sarah could be conferring with the guards of Skingrad about us this very minute!"

"She will do no such thing, you worm."

"I see. Well, what have you got in mind for her? What sort of ... task are you thinking she might be worthy of?"

As Mastow listened to Takya's answer, his eyes grew wide, his doubts greater, and his confidence in his superior lesser.

Sarah's note reveals her to have a kind heart. Wonder what the Bytester's plans for her are? Probably not good, I'm thinking.

That's getting really interesting. Though Sarah seems innocent at the time, we already know from previous stories that she did something bad in Solitude years ago. Maybe she did it unwillingly but there was a hint that something happened because of her. So it's possible that she'll succumb to Tayka's influence and fulfill his will...we'll see. I'm definitely looking forward to whatever follows.

You guys have no idea what's about to come in Sarah's game, no idea at all. *heh heh* I love it!



First Seed 30, 3rd Era 434, 4:54 pm

Kahreem of Weet

Level: 9

Majors: Athletics (30), Hand to Hand (23), Heavy Armor (33), Alteration (24), Restoration (36), Acrobatics (41), Sneak (73)

Minors: Armorer: (1), Blade (20), Block (25), Blunt (23), Alchemy (4), Conjuration, Destruction, Illusion, Mysticism (all 5), Light Amor: 35, Marksman (10), Mercantile (23), Security (34), Speechcraft (35)

Days Passed: 216
Bounty: ... 250



Back home in City Swimmer's former flat, Kahreem of Weet gladly removes his legion armor suit, and dons a quaint, middle-class man's outfit. No doubt he'll be easily recognized if he stops there, so he looks around the floor, where a lot of his possessions are scattered. He notices the helmet, his legion helmet, which would make a great disguise for his face.

"Nahh. Won't work."

It would look silly, first of all, for a man to be wearing a heavy plate armor helmet, but the clothes of a chapel-goer. After a sit-down and some pondering, he comes up with a plan. He'll steal an outfit. He'll steal something to wear.

"Probably from the Mage Guild, or the Fighter Guild, yeah. Good thinking, Redguard."

He uncorks a bottle of the cheap stuff, and thinks a little more.

"NO SKOOMA," he says to the nearest wall. NO fokiinge skooma this time."

...It's the best decision he's made in a while, thinks he. Skooma would interrupt his thought-flow, and ruin everything, as it had so many times in the past. He'd be going into some sort of 'secret passage' pretty soon, somewhere in the castle, and he'd need his wits for sure. "No skooma" is going to be hard, especially with City Swimmer's tightly-rolled hookah still sitting in a corner, not to mention the near-constant smell of the stuff all over the top portions of Bravil. Maybe just a quick taste of the stuff would be--

"Uh uh, no skooma. But umm, Cheap Wine is okay. Is there a problem, Redguard?"

Nobody answers his question, but that's okay. Sleepy sleepy time he thinks, after eating eating some food.


11:42 pm
It is nearly midnight when he enters the Chapel of Mara, slowly walks down its steps, and then arranges his lockpicking kit for the door before him. Although all of this takes maybe a minute or two to accomplish, it feels like 3 days go by. He looks up the stairs, and sees nobody.

"Now for my secret weapon."

He puts the ring on one of his left fingers, which blurs his image. Stage one of his plan is now in effect. While having yet another bottle up at Lonely Suitor, he'd amended his original plan to raid the chapel, instead of ome of the guilds. If he could find a nice robe + hood, he could then pretend to be a priest.

"Who could possibly throw a priest out of the castle? Who? Any ideas. Of course not. It makes so much sense, why haven't I thought of this before?"

The door into the chapel's living area is a three-tumbler. Technically easy, yet still a challenge.

"GET out of here, before you get hurt."

"You ... you can see me?"

The Nord lady does not reply, she storms into the chapel's living area, though. "Fokke!" He spends some time trying to calm his nerves, while also giving that rude lady some time to get to bed. Then, he begins his work. It takes him three tries before he's in. Three tries on a 3-tumbler. not good. But at least there's nobody inside to greet him. The Nord lady had apparently gone to bed, just like he'd hoped.



He quickly notes the opportunity before him: rows of silverware: goblets, bowls, two vases, and one pitcher. He steals a few of these items, throwing them into his nightsack, but he decides to leave the rest for later, for he can't remember if he's got a fence in this town or not.

Unfortunately, the rest of his tryst goes nowhere. He locates three different rooms, each with sleeping people in them, but none of the wardrobes contain robes.

Really? You are all fokkinge religious folks yet you haven't got any robes?

The Mage's Guild it next on his list, that is, until he discovers the chapel's wine rack. Yes, the cheap stuff, BOTTLES of it.

"Oh yessss."

Five of them are all he can take at one time. But that's okay. He'll be back. As Kahreem leaves the living quarters and climbs the stairs, he notices the altar before him. It had been awhile since he'd been to chapel, at least five or six years, in fact. He had been 12 or 13 at the time, still living in Skingrad with his mother (his father long gone), his days as a bandit not too far ahead. It had been Sundas. He'd gone to Skingrad's chapel, and tried to gain a blessing from its altar. But Julianos had not responded.

"What had I done?"

But he cannot remember what he'd done. Pretty soon, he'd been out on the plains of the Gold Coast, living the life of an outlaw, his life completely changed, forever, his mother deceased. Now, at age 19, he reaches the altar, and gropes for Mara's blessing. She, like Julianos long ago, has decided she doesn't want to confer with the Weet Bandit, either.

"FOKKE!"

Poor Kahreem.


-NO SOUP BLESSING FOR YOU!



...

Monk robes are definitely not easy to find, especially not in any containers.

My favorite part this time is the ending as you shed some light on Kahreem's backstory, his father and not being able to receive blessing because of his way of life. Also, I think it's for the first time you mention his exact age.

Yeah, sorry that one is kind of a downer at the end. They can't all be funny!

After this story, he did go to the Mage's Guild. The sky was getting light outside. He began to pick one of the locks in this place, but since these are 4-tumblers, he decided to see if he can simply pickpocket a key. Well, this turned out to be a disaster. It's too bright in MG, and the lady noticed him right away. He had to leave Mage's Guild, and leave Bravil altogether. The one guard who's chasing him right now will NOT GIVE UP, my gosh the guy is persistent.

Kahreem had to run into the woods. He's hoping to find a nice troll or some other monster to distract the guard with, so he can finally hide somewhere for an hour, and return to Bravil without a fuss. Because his bounty isn't high enough for them to try to arrest him on the spot, yet. But rest assured, the Weet Bandit is going to get it done.

Renee, you're a tease! Tantalizing us with twists and turns to come in Sarah's story. . . but not until we turn the Weet Legionaire into an unblessed priest of Mara. With cheap wine. I can hear his next move. . . "Yeah, bet them mages got that secret magic. Bet they can turn wood into cheap wine. . . . "

I hear his father told him he should go to college. But he never said which college...

Smiles for all. Here is the next Sarah story. It is a little random, but all of this will make sense later on.





"Takya, I cannot believe my ears! Can you repeat what you just said?"

"Is it really that difficult for you to comprehend? I am going to order Sarah to complete a simple task for me. For us."

"You would like her to give one of the chapel citizens some sort of sob story about a weakened adventurer, which will lure this citzen outside of the chapel, outside of Skingrad, past the vineyards where one of us will be waiting?"

"This is exactly what she will do."

"And then one of us will kill this chapel-goer with fire spells, and once that is done..."

"... we can move one of our men, or women, into the Chapel of Julianos," Takya finishes.

"Well that's absurd! It will never work."

"I see. Thank you for your opinion, Mastow. Your pessimism is not infectious, thankfully. I already have a couple volunteers, one man and one woman, eager and willing to be the one who will assist Sarah with my plan. Assuming she does as she's told,and brings a duped chapel-goer past the vineyards, one of our very own adepts, shall kidnap or kill this chapel-goer. We steal this person's clothes, and then move into Skingrad. He, or she, will live in Sarah's old mansion, and inhabit the chapel, in clever disguise, as often as he or she can. Pretty soon, we'll play this little trick again, and capture another of Skingrad's citizens."

"Oh?"

"Indeed. And when I feel we are ready, we will then move into the next phase of my little plan, which is not to revealed to the likes of you Mastow. Any questions?"

"Questions? I have none."

"Good. Because I'm through talking to you."

"Oh? If that's the way you're going to be about it?"









(Note: this journal entry was never formally completed.)


Dream Pic #1

Floating above Twin Sisters

Brandishing her daggar in defense of nothing

Ah, the nefarious plans of Takya Shyte Byte! Methinks he is up to no good, but how will he phrase his request to Sarah in order most likely gain her cooperation? I very much like Sarah's uniquely charming 'writing voice' that we see in her notes.

Thank you. I get the sense that she writes in a flowery way to amuse herself, because when she actually speaks, she's shy, and doesn't say much.

But this guy.... he has a lot to say. *ahem* A little too much sometimes.


Tirdas, 5:57 pm, Rain's Hand 2, 3rd Era 434

"It's all over lawbreaker! Your spree it at an end."

"Of course it is. I just turned myself in," Kahreem of Weet says, rolling his eyes. "You know who I am. Take me to jail."

"I'll take any stolen goods you have."

"That may be a problem, since I just sold them all. Well actually, I have this apple which is stolen. You can have my stolen apple."

"The next move ... is yours. Pay your fine, or I'll haaaaul you away."

"Fine? Pfft, you're not getting my money. Take me to jail, sir."

"Hope you rot, criminal scum!"

Kahreem's earlier plan, to steal an outfit of robes so he can more-easily sneak into Bravil's castle, had fallen through. After breaking into the Mage's Guild's basement, and its second floor (each of these doors a four-tumbler) there was just nothing to find. Except typical middle-class clothes; nothing which would let him blend right in with the castle's denizens.

At some point, he had made a trip to the castle itself, attempting to surveil its interior, just to see if he noticed anything which could lead to some sort of secret passage. A sliding bookcase, or a wall sconce which could be pulled. He'd scoured the entire 'legal' area he could, the servant's quarters, dining hall, and entry hall. Nothing. As he left the castle, he noticed some clothes on the ground. Clothes he had worn, just for a few days...

"A-ha! Capital!"



He would be disguised .... as a prisoner.

"Sure why not? The guards will arrest me, literally take me to the castle. I'm supposed to be there, right? Then all I'll have to do is serve my sentence, and when they let me out I'll still have an excuse to be in! Why didn't I thnk of this before?"

Once inside his cell, he'd probably "rot" for just a couple of days. If he kept his ears open, he might also hear some conversation about Fathis Aren, the castle's mage. Apparently, it was Aren who would have something to do with this secret passage, he assumed.

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Rain's Hand 5, 2:20 pm
After serving his time (3 days in total), he did not remove his jail clothes, nor did he return to the lower parts of Bravil. Instead, he throughly searched the castle's east wing, while wearing the magic ring he'd taken from that fallen moth priest. Even so, he'd been caught a couple times, once by a guard, and once by a castle smith-worker. But he'd been persistent. As usual.

After a few hours carefully searching the east wing, he'd given up and tried the Lord's Manor area. The first door on his left had been locked, but the Bravil castle key's interior had opened this without a problem. He had managed to find Fathis Aren's personal room. After entering the place, he'd grabbed a bottle of Cheap Wine which Fathis (or somebody) had knocked onto the floor. Gulped this down, then went to work, his head swimming with that buzzy feeling he'd come to know so well.

It didn't take long before he'd found a movable pillar located in the room's far wall. Kahreem pulled this pillar, which caused the alcove before him to shake and move.



And the old wall came down.





Behind this wall is a door. Locked. Kahreem's castle key won't open it, so he struggles for a moment with three tumblers. After passing through, and walking down a narrow corridor, he sees a set of dark stairs, heading downward. He wastes no time crouching, and silently moving forward. The space he is in now is stark contrast to the bright castle interior. As he creeps, he hears the sound of water, from somewhere.



... and then, a figure! UP ahead. This figure walks a bit, then comes to a stop. Seems confused in the darkness. Kahreem knows he hasn't been discovered yet, so he merely waits. But he grows bored almost immediately. Creeps forward very slowly, till he is very near to the man before him.

Fokke.

Is it really a man, though? Kahreem hears its breathing, which sounds more creature-ish than human. The figure wears what looks to be black & red armor too. Clearly, the Weet Bandit is not prepared for this man, or creature, or whatever it is.

He begins a slow, silent retreat, back the way he'd come, before realizing that the man in the red & black armor really does not see him. Kahreem scuttles up along side the man (or whatever it is), moves beside him, and to a gate which is directly behind. Locked with a 3-tumbler. Since there is so much water-noise around them, the Redguard thinks he can pick the gate's lock, without being heard.

Oh yes. The lock is picked in just one try.

He moves forward some more, and comes to a choice of direction: straight or right. He chooses right. This way he can move out-of-sight from the weird, armored man, and rick his torch. The passages in front of him are partially-flooded, and there is so much phosphorescent mold on the walls, turns out he doesn't need his torch at all down here.

The sound of mudcrabs is everywhere. He scrambles around for awhile, then comes to a door. Two tumblers. Might as well be made of paper, this door with its substandard lock.

"What's that?" says an elf's voice.

"Fokke!"

"Heh? I'd better cut down on the ale, starting to see things, I am!"

Kahreem decides he'd like this to go smoothly, and with a lack of mistakes. A mistake could cause things to not go well, and the elf, who is probably Fathis, apparently knows lots of magic.

"HUH?"

The elf wanders back and forth, in a semi-lit area. Typical Colovian stone corridors. He wanders. Pauses. Wanders some more. Kahreem decides it's best to be hiding in a darker area. He'll be able to pickpocket the elf, if things go right. Or maybe he'll just wait,

"HELLO? WHO'S THERE?"

Kahreem is right beside the elf now. Deftly, he slips a finger into the man's robed pocket, hoping to find some sort of magic arrow, the magic arrow which the Grey Fox had requested. But there is nothing in the man's pockets, nothing except a potion of some sort, which the Redguard leaves alone.

"IF IT'S A FIGHT YOU WANT, IT'S A FIGHT YOU'LL GET!"

The next set of moments is chaos. Kahreem is discovered, and the elf summons a scamp in retaliation. The Redguard does a mad dash around the place, running from corridor to corridor, but cannot find the place's exit! And what would happen anyways if he did? He'd then have to fight another opponent, this one wearing actual armor. Kahreem decides that even though he's wearing some cheap jail clothes, he'd have better chances taking on the mage, one-on-one.

"Good thing I brought this!" he says, raising his rare dwarven-carved mace. He rushes past the scamp, going straight for the spell-caster himself. The man doesn't last long, once Kahreem starts bashing him. As the mage-elf falls, and the Redguard cleans off his weapon, he realizes something.

"Finally, some fokkinge robes I can wear," he says. "Ha!"

Sarah's story partially reminds me of the ever-lasting battle between good and evil - Tayke is of course the evil one and tries to succumb Sarah to the dark side as well. But it also seems there is something "hidden" inside Sarah, maybe even she doesn't know what exactly it is.



OMG!

Kahreem the prisoner disguised as a prisoner!

Like Lopov, I got a kick out of Kahreem disguised as a prisoner. His logic is. . . interesting - even more so when he has a belly and head full of cheap wine.

Well, he's got some robes now! And likely less interference around as he looks for that magic arrow.

There is now no more disguise left for Kahreem; he´s done them all!


I wonder who that creature/man was, btw..

Yea exactly. I keep thinking he'll run out of disguises.

That man-creature was one of those daedra guys, I forget their official name

Dremoras.

That's another potential disguise - a Dremora.

Yeah, if I ever make Kahreem show up on PC he can have all sorts of disguises! Can you imagine?

I wrote this following update ages ago, probably a year ago. Time to finally spew post it. It takes place in one of the modded versions of Kvatch (Kvatch Rising by Giskard's team).


Middas, 10:25 am, Evening Star 19, 4th Era 20

Renee Gade III

Race: Imperial
Birthsign: The Lady
Class: Warrior Princess
Level: 6

Days Passed: 115

Skill Increases: 224
Training Sessions: 5
Novice Skils: 9
Apprentice Skills: 11
Journeymn Skils: 1
Expert Skills: 0
Master Skils: 0

Bounty: 0
Fame: 14
Infamy: 3

Days Jailed: 0
Assaults: 10
Murders: 2
Horses Stolen: 0
Largest Bounty: 1,000
Places Found: 200
Ingredients Eaten; 656
Hours Slept: 1,274
Hours Waited: 232



"I am Lucitia, Luci for short. I am from Skyrim."

"A pleasure to speak with you".

The man before her, an Imperial, seems kind and clean-cut, with an easy smile. Luci, also known as Renee Gade III, feels no need for putting her guard up. This guy is not even close to being as insulting as Owyn back in the Imperial City. "I am here to inquire about participating in an arena match. I know things must be different here than they are in the Imperial City."

"The heros that fight in the Arena get 500 gold per fight," the Imperial man answers. "And any loot they can carry out of the Arena. So the pay is good, but the risks are high. Some of the traitors are farmers, and sheep herders--easy picking. But others are heros in their own right. You will not know who you face in the arena until you get in the arena, so it's wise to prepare yourself before each fight. If you come up against one of these traitorious heros, you will at least be ready for them."

She looks doubtfully at the weapon she's been carrying lately, a spear. Not her first choice. Spears had been in fashion long ago, in the days when greater armies had gathered and scoured. Now, it was said that such weapons were mainly still used in Morowind and Solstheim. Why had she brought in a spear instead of one of her many swords? To be different, perhaps. To make more of an impression.

"I'm all for this. As you can see, I have several others with me, and don't worry, they will not be joining in the match. I travel with them, though. They will merely watch."

"We have a Mythic Dawn agent protesting his innocense. You are to uphold his conviction by executing him in the arena. I'll open the door to the arena for you. Go and give him a taste of Colovian Justice."

Feeling confidence slip can be a bad thing, and Renee feels hers has fallen a notch. So to right this, she decides she'll borrow her friend Felrika's sheild, just in case. The Arena's prosecutor had just explained the person she would be fighting would be from the Mythic Dawn, so chances are he'd use lots of magic, backed up by some flimsy daggar, but one could never be too careful. Not all Mythic Dawn agents were the same; one must never assume. For all she knows, she could be up against a guy who can summon daedroth.

"Okay, I am ready for my fight."

"Go ... hurt someone."

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10:58 am
As she walks up a stone, curved path, which has been covered with the dried blood of many, she can hear the cheering of the crowds before her.

"Mythic Dawn scum, we reject your pleas of innocense," says an unseen announcer's voice. "You have the desperate ravings of a proven traitor. Before you stands one of Cyrodiil's greatest heroes, here to judge you on behalf of the people of Colovia. Let the fight begin."

She begins with a usual toss of her chakram*, which is always a gamble. Those who were deft with their feet would simply dodge this attack, but this time Renee is lucky. The chakram connects, causing her oppnent to stumble and fall. Her opponent is a Redguard, wearing strange armor Renee has never seen before. But he wears armor clearly, not robes. And he wields a large 2-handed hammer, not a daggar, as Renee had assumed. His hammer is enchanted with some sort of destructing magic too, making her glad she borrowed Felrika's shield.

The two trade blows, and before long, both of them are wanting for health. Renee fumbles for the pack of potions she's brought with her, but it's simply easier to cast spells, so she heals herself quickly, while the Redguard does the same. At several times, she falters! Unlike the enemies she had faced back in the Imperial City, this guy is good! He does not bother to try taunting or insulting Renee Gade III, he puts all his energy into attack ... to ensure his survival.

It is only when Renee's luck really begins to fall, her health just a sliver, that the fight is amazingly over. The Redguard had landed a good blow on her, causing her to stagger, and the crowd to cheer! But the advantage of her spear is its length, and its speed. She can get a good slash or stab at the Mythic Dawn man, causing him pain more accurately, while he can only swing his heavy, unwieldly hammer, hoping for connection. The problem with his hammer, of course, is once it is swinging and in motion, it is near-impossible to influence the arc of this swing further.

Renee takes advantage of this. She dances around the Redguard, getting several good slashes every time, while he struggles clumsily. Within two minutes (or three? ... five?) it is finally over.

"Paradise awaited this one at the end of a Colovian sword," says the unseen voice, clearly mistaking Renee's cutting spear for a blade. "All hail today's champion! May she live to cut down many, many more."

Lucitia, aka Renee Gade III, takes a bow, and goes back to find the ones she loves and who love her.

What a great episode in the life of Lucy Lawless Xena Renegade III Warrior Princess as she cheats death another day while delivering Colovian justice!

Not only was it fun to read, but Lucy’s tactics were sound and well-described.

Loved the chakram! Sir Mazoga carries an enchanted (returns to thrower) one in Buffy’s fanfic world.

I sometimes miss the Arena. Good to know it´s not devoid of challenges

Yay, she's wielding a spear! It's my favorite type of weapon.

Good story too, I also expected the Mythic Dawn agent to be some sort of mage, instead he was a pure warrior. Nicely done, Lucitia Gade!

Thank you Lopov & Acadian. Why do you miss the Arena, mirocu?

Sundas, 11:52 am, Rain's Hand 7, 3rd Era 434

I am having a thrilling game with Kahreem today, while a warm summer's rain drenches things outside. Kahreem found the door Fathis Aren's hidden lair, but just after opening this door (4 tumblers) one of the dremora apparently noticed Kahreem, and this guy began chasing him. Dang, it took awhile to find that lair, which means he'll have to go all the way back.

But it got pretty exciting because the dremora followed Kahreem as he left the secret passage back into Aren's room. Kahreem ran back into the castle's main court area, and luckily the guards there don't like dremora. They beat the thing down! Phew.

Now Kahreem wears some robes with a steel helmet. The guards did not seem to notice that he'd been trespassing. Time for a little TLC back at Silverhome on the Water.

A rainy day in Renee land means happy gaming! Glad Kahreem made it out of Fathis' lair - thanks to the help of his *cough* fellow guards.

Sorry that wasn't much of an update. It happens. Honestly, we are rather stumped right now. Kahreem found three keys on Fathis Aren, but so far haven't found what these keys open. So we spent a lot of time last night walking in circles, going places we'd already been several times, just to see if we missed anything.

Renee, I have had the best time catching up on the adventures of Kahreem, Sarah, and Renee Gade the 3! Kahreem’s antics are hilarious. He has a line for every situation. Sarah’s mysterious quest has me wondering what’s going to happen and what she will do. I love that you made it just for her! Gade’s last line made me smile: to find the ones she loves and who love her. It’s always the personal lives of characters that are the most interesting to me, even when they are involved in great adventures.

Good luck with Kahreem’s search!

“You’re not supposed to be in here!�

“Is that so? And you are? How do I know that you’re not some kind of thief? Bald head, white robes, fine mage shoes – yes, you look like a thief to me. I see lots of your kind in Waterfront.�

And then he was gone.

Irlav Jarol was perplexed – some Wood Elf came to the Arch-Mage’s Tower at 1 AM, and when Irlav warned him of trespassing, the Wood Elf told HIM that he wasn’t supposed to be here? And that he looks like a thief? He quickly checked his fine white robes and the matching shoes – does he really look like a thief? Nobody ever said this to him in his long career at the Arcane University. And where has the Wood Elf gone now? Surely he hadn’t used the portal to reach private quarters of the Arch-Mage? No, that would be too bold!

But in the next second he was once again standing next to Irlav and it seemed like he came from the Arch-Mage’s quarters indeed.

“This is your last warning!� threateningly said Irlav. Besides, there was something on the Wood Elf that shouldn’t be on him but Irlav didn’t immediately notice what it was.

“I’m leaving, don’t worry. And the first thing I’ll do outside, will be to call guards and tell them there’s some thief in white robes trespassing in the Arcane University!� The Wood Elf called Manuin waged his finger at Irlav before stepping in the portal, leading to the lower hall. But just before he disappeared, encircled in blue magic, he winked at Irlav. In that moment Irlav also noticed what was on the Wood Elf’s back that wasn’t supposed to be there – Hrormir’s Icestaff, one of the most prized artifacts of the Arch-Mage!

Methredhel’s plan worked as intended – as soon as the Arch-Mage found out about the theft, he demanded for Legion troops to be called back to the Arcane University instead of chasing for ghosts in the Waterfront. Hieronymus Lex was furious – he lost another battle against the Thieves Guild.