Finished the MQ...*Sigh*...It's quite sad at the end... ...Aaamywho...Don't have to deal with a bunch of chars that I don't like anymore...So that's all good...

Not sure what to do now...

Oh, I did go and kick the Goldur ghosts ar$es...They caused the original giving up by fus-ing me about like a rag-doll till I died...Well, I still got fus-sed but you can't go wrong with several bottles of Ultimate Magicka...Me wins!!!... ...

Said goodbye to J'Zargo...Went home to the wife...Put her in her Forsworn armour...Job done...

Think I'll give up now...

This post has been edited by McBadgere: Dec 11 2011, 05:28 AM

ARGH !!! URK !!!

Here's an update from J'Shanji.



J’Shanji and Belrand the spellsword stepped down from the smithy and into Riverwood’s main street.

“Sigrid seemed upset,” Belrand remarked. The Nord’s face creased in a grin as he hefted his share of their coin.

“It is not a good trade unless the merchant’s spouse weeps,” said J’Shanji. He held a Staff of Sparks in his hand, part of his share from their last barrow raid. When they reached the middle of the road, he extended it to his companion. “Khajiit would make of this a gift to Belrand.”

“Aw, really? I get to keep it?” Belrand looked even more pleased. “Let’s go to the Sleeping Giant. All the ale you can drink, it’s on me.”

“This one still does not have a taste for your dog piss.” J’Shanji made his face solemn and folded his hands. “It is time for us to part ways, friend Belrand.”

Belrand looked surprised for a moment. “Uh, all right. I guess I’ll head back home then. If you ever need a hand, you know where to find me. Tell you what, cat, we had so much fun this time, next time it’s no charge. Just a fair split of the loot.”

J’Shanji inclined his head and started toward the bridge.

Belrand had been an excellent partner these past months. J’Shanji could count on his bow, his blade, and especially his spells. After a fight the Nord could laugh with the death stench still on him. Though his demeanor was uncouth, J’Shanji found much to admire in him.

But something occurred while they were fighting bandits in the hills above Riverwood. When his blood is up, a man will sometimes shout what he would otherwise not speak. J’Shanji knows this. Skyrim is for the Nords! Belrand cried. His hate was for the Bretons they fought, but it pierced J’Shanji.

Khajiit will make a home here. It is J’Shanji’s will, made stronger by the thoughtless words of a friend.

Now J’Shanji is alone in a hungry land. He will learn the spells that Belrand used to keep them alive. His steps turn north, toward Winterhold.

Aww... perhaps J'Shanji will find another friend to travel with.

Poor J'Shanji, next time he needs to get a non-Nord companion. If they say it too, things are wierd.

Oh, poor J'Shanji !! Maxical has run across the same statement - even from a couple of the men (one of them a Jarl) trying to marry her. She takes that as a clear indication marriage with them would not be a happy one.

I spent a little time with Jensa this weekend. Here she is with her new look. We were both pretty disappointed to discover that the male Forsworn “armor” is NOT the shirtless version you see on the Briarhearts. Oh well. I’m taking a little liberty with the game and allowing for more than one Dragonborn. Really, what were the gods thinking when they didn’t make themselves some spares? Or maybe they did…

Here’s the first page from Jensa’s journal:




Dragons are real. I know because I saw one. It stopped my execution. Then it burned Helgen to the ground. I hope it got that Imperial captain who decided we should all lose our heads. My mouth was still sore from when that bald sergeant punched me, so I made sure I spit some blood in her eye when I passed her. Imperial dog humper. I hope she got a taste of that dragon’s fire.

There were a lot of folk in the wagons with me, and not all of them were Stormcloaks. I wonder how many made it out? That Khajiit looked half-dead, but she got lively as soon as the dying started. At least I think it was a she. And I know the Breton made it. I saw him with one of the Stormcloaks.

I would have been dead if not for one of the Imperial soldiers. He got me past the dragon. Then I saw a Stormcloak with a sword, and I ran. We got away, and now the Legion needs to do some more recruiting. They should have just let us go.

That Stormcloak has kin in Riverwood. I won’t say who, in case someone finds my journal and it gets them in trouble. They gave us supplies and let us rest up for awhile. My first night in a real bed with a man who’s not my cousin, and both of us too tired to even wink. Another reason to be mad at the damned Imperials. I should have spent a few days with those two red-headed traders in the valley. Then I would have crossed the Darkwater somewhere up river, stayed out of this whole mess. Jarl of Windhelm, High King, or Emperor, I’m not likely to bend my knee.

So now I’m traveling with Sven, a bard from Riverwood. He’s quiet enough when he needs to be, and handy with a blade when he gives away our position. I wish he wasn’t so mournful, though. He got jilted by his girl in Riverwood, and all he wants to do is moan about it.

We’re loaded down with things we don’t need, and running out of things we do. Sven says we’ll head for Whiterun in the morning. Another town with walls, I’m not too sure about it. Imperial walls didn’t help against that dragon. I’d rather go back to Riverwood. That Stormcloak’s sister was kind to me, and her boy made me laugh. She even gave me this journal.

How in the world can you make such a pretty girl with the vanilla sliders? She is beautiful !! Great background story!

Great character and story!

Last night in Skyrim, Maxical bought a horse and rode up to the Throat of the World, just to look around. There was a wall of words up there, but it was dead as a doornail, just a block of ice. However, when she climbed to the highest peak she did find a fancy pick, which she promptly improved and now uses to the exclusion of any other.

Unfortunately, the horse seems to like her too much - following her even into dangerous situations when she tries to hurry somewhere. She has found it safest for her horse if she stops in at nearby towns or homes and travels on foot to any place dangerous. The horse does not like Winterhold, stamps his feet and whinnies loudly in the cold. Maxical would like to sell him to some nice stables in a warmer climate, but can't find a buyer.

Maxical also summoned and tamed a Dremora Lord, who in his beaten state gave her a sigil stone. A hunter gave her a reward for killing off seven giant ghostly beasts - lucky for her there were plenty of high ledges around to range attack them from.

She also joined the Bard's College long enough to help them get permission for their burning of King Olaf's effigy back from the Jarl. She even helped them fill in some great lyrics that were missing from the original pages. Unfortunately, after hearing her sing she was no longer welcome in their midst in spite of the fact that she had found several special musical instruments they were seeking. They wouldn't even take these from her. Now she is stuck carrying them, as a magic enchantment keeps them locked in her backpack, they cannot be removed.

A note was delivered to her to meet with a small boy who was very troubled. He wanted her to kill someone for him. Maxical went home to her house in Solitude to think about what to do, and although she slept on her decision for a full night she did not wake feeling even rested. (A bug perhaps? Or maybe a noisy new housecarl?)

Maxical tried to use magic to summon Quaranir to her side so they could be wed, but he never showed up. In her disappointment, Maxical has decided she will become a dragon slayer for hire. She turned down several offers of marriage, (the only tempting one being from her new female housecarl - that was the only one she could stand to wake up to or look at first thing in the morning) - however, the Jarl of Winterhold has renewed his suit in earnest now. Maxical is too heartbroken over Quaranir's defection to think about it right now.

Maxical went to bed early to prepare for her new job as a dragon slayer...unless something better comes up between now and then.

This post has been edited by mALX: Dec 13 2011, 07:33 PM

Uh oh, isn't the Jarl of Winterhold married to that scarecrow looking lady who says her family is the only one left that cares about Winterhold? There could be something sinister afoot!! Or maybe she died.

It sounds like Maxical is well prepared for her new career. Maybe she could take Jordis out on an adventure and see how they get along.

That is if Jordis lets her sleep through the night. I was rolling over the fried chicken!!

Poor Maxical, been a bad last few days for her. *hugs*

Last night, Ryoko made her way to Riften and found an appriciation for horses for more then dinner. A dragon dropped down almost right in front of the North gate (for the third game in a row) and while the Orc, her housecarl and four guard fought it, a pair of horses also charged in and made much with the laying about of hooves.

Following the beasts defeat, and Ryoko's soul sucking snack, she then had to deal with one of the guards demanding a tax for entering Riften. The Orc politly questioned if he remembered what her war hammer had done to the dragons skull, if not, she was happy to demonstrate it once again on his.

After concidering her offer, the guard unlocked the gate.

Dear gods, no wonder he's hitting up so hard on Maxical! Looking for some fur to warm him after basking under that Ice Maiden's glare - plus he has a brat child !! And most of his flirting has been done completely under the nose of his wife (who despite his lofty position needs to work at the inn day and night).

Well, looks like Jordis is still leading the field then, ROFL !!!

Maxical was beginning to wonder if (by some clumsy accident at mealtime) a leg of fried chicken had fallen and become attached to (and was now dangling from in an enticing way) her Amulet of Mara.

The sudden surge of persistant suiters was quite overwhelming for a few hours, but a good bath seemed to solve the issue. No more marriage proposals for a full day afterwards. These Nords may think the smell of sweat (combined with dried blood) is an aphrodisiac or something.

Maxical is now bathing several times a day (and hoping for a soap mod to come along) trying to weed out the riff-raff among the suiters. She'll see which of these hungry suiters is still following her when she hasn't just returned from a nasty dungeon crawl!





Maxical is very grateful for the hug, and thanks you - she needed that !!

ROFL on the horses for dinner !!!

This post has been edited by mALX: Dec 13 2011, 08:09 PM

If Maxical can be patient, I'm sure in less than a month Quaranir will be more readily available.


I think Aravi met the same boy under slightly different circumstances. The boy is going to be disappointed. Aravi is no murderer.

Does this mean Quaranir returns in a different quest or does it mean after the Creation Kit comes out? Lol.

Creation Kit!

I forgot to mention the good news/bad news that happened awhile ago.

The good news: Found some shirtless armor for gratuitous displays of man candy! The bikini looking fur armor is topless for the boys. Yay.

The bad news: It was J’Shanji who made this discovery by handing over a bunch of loot for Belrand to carry. Belrand immediately equipped the fur armor, which had the effect of ripping off his shirt right in J’Shanji’s face. This was startling and troublesome for J’Shanji. Here’s why.

1. J’Shanji finds clothing made out of fur to be disquieting. Leather is fine, cloth is better. But he has had too many Nords tell him that he would make a fine rug to feel comfortable around men wearing fur.

2. J’Shanji is modest. He does not approve of exposing the torso. He sometimes finds himself looking too long at furless skin, especially at Ysolda’s. Just to make sure that he still does not approve.

3. J’Shanji would never say anything that would hurt a friend’s feelings. He will tease endlessly, but only to annoy. Cultural differences between himself and Belrand make J’Shanji careful with his words. He could not think of a way to address this shirtless situation.

So J’Shanji had to stay ahead of Belrand all the way to the next merchant and not cringe visibly when Belrand kept running into the back of him. That Nord has no brakes. Now I’m on a mission to find some of that armor for Jensa to slap onto Sven before she levels up too much and it gets him killed.

This is what I’m reduced to in a game without dragons. Grits needs a patch!!

You can remove all patches by doing a hard drive maintenance - your game will be just as it was before any patches were applied - same saves, etc. Then play till they fix the issues.

This post has been edited by mALX: Dec 14 2011, 05:17 PM

J’Shanji just doesn't get a break does he?

Could be worse. Beth could've made the greeves show up as a da-da-dan-dat (bananna hamock).