Followers are my favorite part of the game. Go get Erik!! You'll love him.

I checked out Vorstag's conversation when he's following Rowan, and he seems to still have all of the home dialog options. They can be somewhere deep in a dungeon and he'll happily fix her dinner, for example. The things he says when she approaches him are the follower remarks, though. "I've got your back" instead of "Nice to see you, my love" and the like.



Jensa has indeed been through some changes. Here's what she says about it:

Things have come to pass, and I know I’m with my real family now. A brother and sister offered me their gift. Now what’s in their blood is also in mine.

I’ve never felt so strong, like finally I’m the way I was meant to be. There’s nothing sweeter than running under the moons. Even in Jorrvaskr I can feel their blood calling out to mine. Hunt. Feed. Let everything else slip away.

Some things aren’t so good, though. I feel hungry all the time. My eyes are starting to fade from blue to ice. My blood burns, and I can’t rest. I wake up looking worse than when I lay down. Now I know why my brothers paint their faces. Pretty soon I’m going to have to paint mine, too.

Yeasterday was a dark day for Hides-His-Hand, my Argonian skirmisher. It all began with a simple fancy to explore Shimmermist cave, you see outside of the cave's entrance strange totems can be found athe the guards of Whiterun claimed unnatural things occurred near there. Being the Thane of the Hold, Hides felt obligated to deal with the "Threat".

"Hides, are you sure about this?"

Lydia and Hides crept through the dank bowls of Shimmermist cave, stopping every so often to examine the crude bone totems tied to posts.

"Lydia someone made all these things. Could be Necromancers though we have yet to find a cache of bodies or even a living soul!"Not a single soul, yet look at these tracks! What c-"

Hides stopped dead in his tracks and raised his hand.

"Shush.... Do you hear that?"

The two strained their ears, trying to pick up anything in the blackness of this cavern. As Hides moves to creep ever closer he hears something distinct. Sniffing and clacking. He turns his attention to the closest back wall, to the tunnel. Lydia tries to move forward but as she does Hides hears the familiar twang of a bow. He tackles Lydia into the ground then scrambles behind a nearby column, dragging Lydia with him.

"What wa-"

"Shush!"

Hides locks eyes with Lydia, memories of another that called him leader creep towards the surface of his mind but he forces them down. No time to bring up old ghosts.

"Lydia, we need to get out of here."

"Someone shoots at us and you want us to leave? Thane, you were obviously right, someone is here."

"Yes and they are fortified! We should get the town guard."

Lydia smirks and shakes her head. She grips the leather bound hilt of her steel blade and charges round the pillar, towards the archer.

"Lydia! Damn it!"

Hides follows after her, fumbling in the dark trying to catch up with the echoing footsteps ahead. An otherworldly screech pierces the dank air followed by Lydia's scream.

"By the Eight and One, not again. Please not again!"

For fear of clogging this up any more I shall suffice to say Lydia and Hides discovered a den of those blind elves. After regrouping they stole into the cave to deal with the remaining abominations until they reached Shimmermist Cavern, which connect to a collapsed Dwemer Ruin... The Leader of the beast was not happy to meet his new guests and activated home security. Lydia and Hides were no match for a Dwemer Centurion. Hides called for a retreat but Lydia was downed. the Beast charged after Hides and the two did battle far from the Centurions reach. Hides bested the beast with superior weaponry and added poisons. He used the same principle on the Centurion with his bow, dodging its scalding bursts of steam.

Once it had fallen Hides looked for Lydia, praying for her safety. The Eight are cruel to my poor Argonian, for there, sprawled out in the middle of the main hall lay the battered and broken form of Lydia. The Centurion was to much. So, with a heavy heart, he laid her to rest as he had done with his last companion, that spunky lass from the Whiterun Tavern, bless her soul, then left to inform the Jarl of his "victory".

This post has been edited by Arcry: Jan 2 2012, 08:11 PM

Urk! Poor Lydia !!!

Urk !! I missed this. GAAAAH !!!

This is it, thought Rowan. This is how a little Imperial earns her place among the Nords’ honored dead. Even before I was born, I was made for this moment. There’s only one thing left to do.

Rowan walked to where Vorstag waited, restless under the eyes of most of the Hold’s Guard. He started checking her armor, the way he always did before they faced a fight together.

“It’s time for us to part ways,” she told him.

Vorstag simply nodded. “Your ancestors are smiling, love. I will look for you in Sovngarde.”

Rowan caught his hand. “Don’t look there yet. First go home and stoke up the fire. Spar with Jordis and make me some of your potato soup. This time I won’t be far behind you.”



And then Rowan finished the Main Quest.



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My condolences to Hides-His-Hand. That frantic search after the battle only to find a crumpled body… Sigh.

Posted this on the wrong topic, whoops.

Balimund just got a HUGE order on Dwemer armor and weapons, guess who is going to brave some Dwemer ruins. Of course Balimund does not want to send Godfrey to the ruins, he already packed a good 20 healing potions, some food, and hired a bodyguard, hired an enchanter to enchant Godfrey's armor and weapons, hired a priest for healing during battles, has prayed to Mara for protection, among other things.

(LOL, I always imagine Balimund as extremely over protective of Godfrey, these past 4 in-game days Godfrey has been doing nothing except stocking up for this "little" adventure, potions, foods, ect. This trip the goal is 15 of each Dwemer smithable item)

URK !!! Everything felt so final, and then .... GAAAAH !!! No details URK !!! Now I guess I'll have to play the main quest to find out what's going on !!! Lol.







Nice RP there !!! Love it !!!

This post has been edited by mALX: Jan 5 2012, 02:54 AM

Fawkes, I like Godfrey's mission to fill Balimund's order.

mALX, all I can say is that when you get to that part of the MQ, you will know that’s where Rowan had to say goodbye to Vorstag, and why he didn't expect to see her again. Also, OMG that part was so awesome!! They've been moving their junk up to Solitude, I will spare us all by skipping those events.

Jensa can't fix her broken heart, so she's trying to drown it. Here's an update, based very loosely on life in Jorrvaskr:

Every Companion may be in charge of themselves, but that sure doesn’t keep them out of other peoples’ business. There was a new bard at the Bannered Mare last night, so I went down to have a listen. Word is out about some of the things I’ve done for the Hold. I didn’t pay for a drink all night.

The place was full of folk passing through on their way up to Windhelm. When I found a seat between two redheads, I knew it was going to be a lucky night. We swapped stories for awhile until someone said do you want to go upstairs. Well first I checked to make sure neither one was named Sam. They weren’t. I didn’t have to pay for the room, either.

Next thing I knew, it was a sunny afternoon. I crawled back to Jorrvaskr to put some bread in my stomach. Not two seconds through the door I got all kinds of hassle from the other whelps about their songs must not be good enough and why do I want the Bannered Mare’s ale when there’s good mead in the hall. So I went outside to get some air.

That’s when my luck well and truly ran out. The Circle was having one of their silent meetings out there, staring at each other until who knows what they’re doing. Anyway five noses caught my scent. Five sets of eyes told me they knew exactly what I’d been up to, and they’ll know with whom if they ever meet them.

“New blood in town,” said Farkas in that growly voice.

So I dragged my sorry tail up to the forge. Eorlund may be a grumpy fetcher, but he can’t smell me and he never wants to talk. I just might start sleeping up there. It’s the only place a whelp can get some privacy.

SPEW !!! ROFL !!! That is so funny, they want all your fun to be with all of them and are sniffing out the competition like a jealous husband, ROFL !!! Loved this segment !!

I had an extra-long wait in carpool, so here's another page from Jensa:

There’s a woman called Tilma the Haggard who’s been working at Jorrvaskr since Ysmir was a pup. She sweeps a lot but doesn’t clean much. The living quarters are a mess. Anyway I guess she gets an earful just by always being around. “I see everything, hear everything, and know… everything,” she told me. “Oh, I’m a good keeper of secrets. Have to be, in this hall.”

There’s something about a kindly old lady that makes you spill your guts to her. I told her all about how Erik the Slayer is a stout-hearted warrior and so sweet but he just isn’t into me and I’ve been so upset and the rest of it. Well, I left out some of my deeds at the Bannered Mare, but she got the picture.

“There, there,” she said, which wasn’t very helpful but at least I had someone to talk to who isn’t a book.

I felt like there was a load off my mind until about ten minutes later when Torvar put his boozy grin right in my face. “Hells, I’d marry ya! I’d marry ya twice!”

I went to find that scarecrow Tilma and get my hands around her neck, but Vilkas has a nose for trouble. He got to me first.

There’s a rescue job he wants me to do, and fast. He doesn’t want to think about what will happen if I get there too late. Oh, and it’s all the way over near Markarth. And he gave me a look that said I'd better cool off by the time I get back.

So I grabbed Torvar and hit the road. I figure pretty soon he’ll forget what he heard. Hopefully he’ll sober up in a hurry if we meet a dragon. I’ve already gotten better with my healing spell just by working on his hangover. I’m one to talk, but that man does not know when to quit.

SPEW !!! ROFL !!! Tilma the Haggard is always so close-mouthed with the player, obviously that is the only one she keeps secrets to !! ROFL !!! Poor Jensa, lol. You have had me in stitches since Jensa joined the Companions, lol.

Jensa and Torvar have been busy.

Torvar and I finished the job and found ourselves in Riften. “Ah, the meadery!” Torvar said. “Smell that honey on the wind.” I didn’t want to say, but all I could smell was the damned fishery.

We turned in some salvage for gold and then looked around for somewhere to spend it. The first place we saw was called Haelga's Bunkhouse. Haelga wasn’t there, but we got an earful about her from her niece who works for her. “She sleeps with as many as three men in a month!” that wench told us, as if it was any of our business. “What kind of a woman would do that?”

Well I know exactly what kind of woman, without even doing any math. I dragged Torvar out of there before I split that dried-up harpy’s skull. I’m not one to smack a broom-pusher, even if she deserves it.

We got a room at the Bee and Barb and proceeded to drink ourselves to Oblivion. I trust Torvar enough to share a bed, but it took a lot of Black-Briar mead before I was willing to lie down close enough to share his stench. Anyway, we got a late start the next day.

I had a fuzzy head for awhile, but I didn’t complain because Torvar didn’t. When we came upon a frostbite spider I realized that he was suffering. We spread out to flank it. Torvar drew steel and slurred out to me, “Remember, aim for the middle one!” I guess he only looks like he can hold his drink. Gods help us if we really do meet three spiders.

URK !!!





ROFL !!

“Remember, aim for the middle one!”


Not comforting at ALL.

XD, LOL.

Nothing much in my end, Godfrey will be departing in two days (I have not been playing recently) to Markarth, since almost all of the Dwemer ruins are quest related :/, and the one in Markarth you just need to do a quick quest.
The bodyguard that Balimund hired looks dependable and knows restoration AND is a priest of Mara(Balimund's and Godfrey's patron Deity)
Yup, wonder what is going to happened in their little adventure, and of course before Godfrey leaves Balimund is going to give him "comfort" No need for Stallions potion

Lol on the Stallion's potion - but aside from that, I love your RP! Great story you weave!

There’s also Genuine Falmer Blood Elixir, “Make love like a sabre cat.” Whatever that means. Good hunting to Godfrey and Erandur!

Jensa has experienced another turn of events. Here’s how she explains it. The short version: It Was All Her Fault.

Things have happened that I’m not proud of. I got in a fight with Njada Stonearm that turned ugly quick. Everyone got involved this time. I thought Skjor was really going to kill me. The old man called me a drunken lout, so I sat down with Torvar and proved him right. I woke up on the carriage halfway to Windhelm. Talos bless whoever packed my gear. They let me have my journal.

When I got to Windhelm it was windy as a bard and snowing sideways. I marched into the Palace of the Kings to give that Ulfric Stormcloak a piece of my mind. Now I know why the Imperials stuffed a rag in his mouth. It wasn’t just his Thu’um they were worried about, he might have talked half the Legion into joining his side. It only took a few words from him before I spoke up and volunteered. I’m still not sure what I was thinking.

I guess they get a lot of young women mooning around after Jarl Ulfric, because he sent me straight to his second in command to make it official. Ralof hasn’t made it back to Windhelm to vouch for me, so they still think I’m a criminal. Or maybe I looked at his bear hat funny, or maybe he doesn’t like a girl who carries big steel. I could have told him that mine was only longer than his because I need the reach. Anyway he sent me out on the ice to prove myself again and get seriously annoyed.

I came back with blood frozen through to my skin, and that old bear laughed. Said Jarl Ulfric never doubted me. That sounded like another line, but I let it go. I get the sense that these military types wouldn’t like it if I jumped their commanding officer, even if he deserved it. My commander now. I took the Oath before Talos, and now I have a king.

Gods, I hope Ralof’s all right.

Aravi has yet to get involved with either faction in the civil war. The Imperials got very close to chopping her head off and the Stormcloaks just don't like Khajiit.

I have to quote this whole story for the powerful impact of your writing. Totally awesome storyline here, especially not knowing where the fine line is between roleplay and game story (not having gotten that far in the game). Awesome !!!

Nice writing there!

*Hiss* Ralof, I myself prefer Hadvar, he is more "Let's see if we can reason with them" than "KILL THEM ALL"

Haha, yes I did side with the Imperials, to much racism in the Stormclocks side.
Little did you know, Gilliam, who did the civil war quest line, worships Talos ...Then again most of the people in the Imperial side worships Talos

Either way, make sure Gilliam does not see Jensa, he hates those Racist Stormcloacks with a passion >:
You know due to his upbringing..

On my end, Godfrey is leaving tomorrow, he has been getting "comfort" all day...heheh.

This post has been edited by Fawkes: Jan 9 2012, 02:35 AM