Oh, don't worry about it... ...Yer just setting yerself up with all yer vampire and werewolf love is
all... ...

All of my stuff is Knightly...Sadly not Keira though... ...Hey-ho...

I suspect smileys should be deployed all over the place... ...

This post has been edited by McBadgere: Jan 30 2012, 07:31 AM

Hahah xD, smilies; the perfect diversion, it's like saying "Look over there!, I am changing the subject."

All my current stuff is Balimund and Godfrey cuddling naked in their bed and comfort of course, but that's always faded to black.

oo, I love Keira Knightly. What does Subrosa love that I can destroy? Muahaha.

I had no idea!! I'll have to go check that out!


Jensa has been busy. (I woke up very early. She’s good company. ) Here's her report:

I’ve been to see the Greybeards. I thought they might kick me out of their castle for being female, young, and wild, but surprisingly we got along. I guess they’re more concerned with the Thu’um than the package it comes in. I learned a lot, mostly that I know nothing. But now I know where to start.

Stenvar came with me. I’ve been through Ivarstead a bunch of times, but I never wanted to climb the steps. I’ve been back to Windhelm a bunch of times, too, and I finally guessed why. I wanted to see someone who knew me before the beast blood and the war. And before the dragons. I get so mixed up sometimes.

I found Stenvar in his spot at Candlehearth Hall. He looks pretty intimidating, sitting there with his arms across his chest. I’m surprised that anyone with the nerve to walk up to him would actually need a mercenary. Then he saw me, and he smiled.

“Well, look who it is,” he said. “Been keeping out of trouble, kid? I hope not.”

Stenvar might not be the best one to ask about souls and destiny, but I went ahead and told him what was on my mind.

“There’s always been something different about you,” Stenvar told me. “When I heard you were Dragonborn, I wasn’t surprised.”

I said I would pay him if he came with me. He said no problem, he would make enough coin off the fools who tried to kill us on the way. He said I draw trouble like a flower tempts a bee.

I started to tease about bees and honey, but that kind of talk leads to clothes coming off, so I quit. I can see now that I was learning already.

Jensa and Stenvar on the Ivarstead bridge. (Photo of my TV )

I use smilies so as to make clear that I'm joking or saying things in a lighthearted manner...'Cause I'm aware that I'm a sarky get... ...And that I can be misconstrued...Not missconstrudel...That's different...She's odd...



See, I'd have put an evil smiley devil at the end of that...Just so as not to be misconstruedelled... ...*Shrug*...

Love Jensa...She's cool... ...

Maybe only a weekend thing with Caerellin...But do not fear...He shall return...Dun-Dun-Duuun!!...

This post has been edited by McBadgere: Jan 30 2012, 02:02 PM

I assure you that is not the case. Are you playing a vampire? If so, I suggest that you keep out of the vampire caves, so that Scylla does not rend you by accident!

I noticed they changed the vampire disease name from Poryphic Homophobia to something else. Does that mean Skyrim's vampires are different too? I hope they changed the mechanics, because it was really worked boat-backwards in Oblivion. Am I right that they finally fixed the "Vamprism makes you ugly" bug? So far the vampires I have fought did not look like 500 year old women. But it was dark...

Edit:
Scylla has been mainly working as a bounty hunter for the Altmer who runs Falkreath. Her second bounty took her to a mine, to kill the bandit leader there. She had her first chance to try some mining there, and came away with a ton of iron ore. Now if she could just find a smelter to turn them into ingots, she could start to do some real smithing.

She also had her first attack by the Talon Company Thalmor today. Three of their justicars just came out of nowhere and attacked her. She found a death warrant on them with her name on it. I have no idea what she did to provoke that. All she has done was kill some bandits, and clear out a few vampire lairs. She has never even seen the Thalmor until now.

This post has been edited by SubRosa: Jan 30 2012, 11:42 PM

I play two vampires. And don't worry, they go into caves to wipe out the vampires inside(Since they are barbaric and all. Consider it racism between vampires)

And they did change it from Porphyric Hemophellia to Sanguinaris Vampiris. And Skyrim has a whole damn contradiction regarding vampires and lore. Seems Bethesda kinda butchered it too. Mainly because the high level vampire NPC's are named the Volkihar, a clan in Skyrim who can reach out from the ice and pull people under without breaking it and all that nonsense. Yet, they act like regular vampire fodder. But to make matters worse, the player mechanics as a vampire is the same thing from Oblivion, the only difference is that you are weaker from sunlight rather than burn under it. The same backwards vampirism thing is back, meaning the whole Clavicus Vile pact is still in effect, which makes no damn sense because he only did it with Cyrodiilic Vampires. And they are the only ones who can blend in. So we can assume they ventured to Skyrim.

And the player feeds on sleeping people. And can blend in if well-fed, and even have some of the same vampire powers from Oblivion return. And Movarth Piquine from "Immortal Blood" makes an apperance in the game as a vampire. But he was bitten by a Cyrodiilic one, which causes confusion.

Now the appearance is pretty badass. Argonian vampires get four fangs. Khajiit have longer fangs too. Although female human vampire PC's don't get much of a difference. Just a slightly gaunt appearance and bright eyes and darker skin. Male human vampires look sweet.

I actually was pretty happy that my character got Sith eyes in the game. And since my vampire characters are based off the Sith, I loved the entire aspect.

Vampire eyes in Skyrim(Before is the right one)

Darth Vader(Revenge of the Sith).

This post has been edited by Darkness Eternal: Jan 31 2012, 03:06 AM

@ Grits - The wolf is maturing Jensa a lot. *snif*


@ Darkness Eternal - Wicked looking eyes in both shots, lol. I really like the care and thought, lore and roleplay - that you put into your vampire characters !!

Now if I can just find the time to catch up on reading your story !!

Celdryn has arrived. It just got more colder than usual, now that the Killer-King of Bravil is here. When they entered Skyrim proper, Celdryn pulled the air with his lungs. He filled himself with the scent of Skyrim.. and he liked what he smelled.

"Despair," he said to the executioner. "And embrace fear. I will feast upon He-Who-Eats-Worlds. And you will call me... God."
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YEEEAH. Skyrim. Say hello to my crazy friend; Celdryn!

Journal of Celdryn Minan'Kherus
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Page 1

"The bandits of Embershard mine did not know what hit them. I suppose the last thing they expected was me, bedecked in that chafing armor beautiful Ralof gave me, and of course the wrath of a hungry cannibal. They should've been more careful. But I suppose amateurs do not change; even in different nations, those vermins are abound. But murderer and devourer I may be, the Empire or the King of Skyrim or whoever will thank me for one thing; by the time I have fulfilled this destiny, Skyrim shall be ordered.

Peace and Fairness through Death.

I love that motto."
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Page 2

"Riverwood stinks of naivety. I must rein my temptations however; I am still new in this playground for a nation, I need all information I can get. Therefore I decided to mingle with the locals, establish a front, an identity they can rely on. The near bandit cove of Embershard has been pacified; surely there must a bounty reward of some sort. There was also this little specimen that spoke of his dilemna (I must remember the names.. could be of some use in the future.. Faendal and something.) when we first met in the star-lit streets of Riverwood.

His name was Sven. He is a bard of some skill.

In my opinion, his voice would be better to my ears if he used to it say name.. Over.. And over.. And over again..

Riverwood stinks of naivety. I must rein the demon in."
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Page 3

"To prolong the demon in captive, I stole away into the night and wandered the hills of northern Riverwood. There, I came upon two bandits sharing a roasted 'skeever'. When I was done, the pillaging of their glorious corpses yielded an amusing item.
An Amulet of lusty Dibella.
If I was born a woman, I might've squealed in delight. If I was a man, I would've stashed it away.

But I am Celdryn.

Therefore I did none of the above.
I wore it around my neck. My good looks might get me somewhere in the politics of Skyrim. I wasn't called the Golden Demon in simple grandiloquency of titles, after all."

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Page 4

"East of the humble Riverwood, lies the cold skeleton of a tower. A rotten thing housing the murky kind. Truth be told, I'm liking my vigilante profession. There is an excitement to it I have not felt since I massacred the Count of Bravil and established myself as King. To hear the song of steel, dance the dance of death, joyfully aware that lady Fate shall choose only one victor...

This is much better than killing defenseless innocents who cannot fight back. That's for sure.

Regardless. I will appease the demon. These bandits are but paltry sacrifces, objects of a temporary peace. If I unleash it, Skyrim shall weep blood. I'm sure her denizens doesn't want that."

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Page 5

"Camilla Valerius isn't much to look at. Just like every country-born girl that thinks she's queen of whatever hovel she lives in. And blushes whenever something beautiful than she appears. Innocent too. And that voice ... Be assured, by the time I have my fun with her, I'm pretty sure there'll be something left for those two children to emote over.

But regardless, I may have some extra fun before the main course. I met the wood elf Faendal after I talked with Ralof's sister. The boy may have some use for me in the future; a good archer is always a help, particulary if he is a bosmeri. That is why I accepted his little games. I gave Camilla the letter he forged. The reaction was quite expected. Women are so predictaable in the matters of the heart.

Then I talked with her tasty brother, Lucan.

I think he saw the way I looked at his meaty neck. No matter. I'll have him soon enough, when he outlives his usefulness. I always liked the taste of Imperials.. Their blood leaves a taste of.. royalty. That aside, I have been tasked to recover a stolen artifact called the 'Golden Claw'. Lucan, by some means, discovered the little fetcher in the damned ruins of Bleak Falls Barrow.

Should be entertaining.

Always loved butchering those who were already dead."

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Page 6

"It was entertaining and much, much more. Beneath the forgotten bowels of Nirn, I discovered some kind of wall. With writings of an alien language inscribed upon it. But... It was alive. It beckoned to touch its surface, to feel the ancient stone as if it were a lover's skin, to know its secrets as a friend... I am a being that is not easily swayed, if ever, but its call of magic was... Severely serene. I had no choice but to accept.

The surge of contained power being unleashed emitted a loud explosion of raw power and I fell unconsious.

The moment I woke up, I narrowly dodged an axe from a risen Draugr. Judging from his armor, I'd say he was once a captain or a lord of some sort. Regardless, he, like all those who stood in my way to discover this wall, now lies beneath me.

I am growing stronger. Stronger than I ever was when I was at the peak of my power. And when I was at the peak of my power, I murdered a Legion all by myself. Truly, the Gods have finally seen my worth. Praise be to whoever gave me this blood. I shall use it well.

Oh yes."


(I'm sorry for the double post, but I'm just too damn excited to hold my adventures in! Seriously! Its like travelling Cyrodiil for the first time again! I'm loving the experience!)

Uleni !!! WOO HOO !!!!

Wile I was walking towards the gates of Windhelm, a damn dragon attacked. And you know what? My horse or gelding did most of the job. I was just out in the back, shooting arrows at it with the guards. And guess what?

She got the killing blow.

She crushed a twenty-foot monstrosity beneath her hooves. And while I was busy sucking the soul of the dead dragon, sje neighed in what I could only guess as triumph.

I shall call her Ysmira from now on.
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Like, seriously. Horses in SKyrim must be imbued with some kind of blessings; she just shrugged off the Dragon's attack like a boss! I mean, she was still standing strong after the Dragon snapped at her with its jaws!

lol! Good thing about leveled dragons? You can take them on at any level. The bad thing about leveled dragons? You can take them on at any level.

I've seen mods that beef them up A LOT.

ROFL !! Give the horse a nice treat for that, lol.

Allek the somewhat unstable thief has gone in way over his head.


Allek’s boots pounded over the snow. Bitter cold had sapped his strength since Winterhold, but now he was grateful for it. The frozen crust was thick enough to support his panicked flight. He arrived at the meeting place wheezing for breath with three ice wraths still on his heels.

Allek’s boss was at the appointed spot, sword in hand. There was a fight.

Allek managed to stay alive, barely. After the battle it was clear that Allek’s boss was not impressed.

“I’m not a fighter,” Allek explained. He was in startled awe of the man’s swordsmanship. If I ever need to kill you, I’ll make sure you don’t see me coming, he thought.

“You lead,” said the boss. He moved to unlock the barrow door.

“As you command.” All things considered, Allek decided that leaving the city had been a serious mistake.

Today has been momentous for Scylla. The Jarl of Riften told her that if she buys a house in the city, she will make her a Thane (she will have to think about that, as the house has a hefty price tag attached). She also wonders if that is the only way the Jarl can get people to move into town, seeing what a dive the place is. Still, Riften has provided her with many opportunities to use her axe...

Speaking of opportunities, while on the way to a Dwemer ruin whose name Scylla cannot pronounce, she came across Darklight Tower. She found Illia inside, and watched the witch kill another woman. Scylla was impressed, so when Illia asked for her help in killing the others inside - including her mom - she was all in. Scylla found that while Illia did not look like much on the outside, she had the fire of a true warrior within her.

After finishing off Illia's mother, the Witch declared that Scylla was hot! So they teamed up, and went to that Dwemer ruin together. There Scylla intended to return a lexicon to its proper resting place. She had some strange visions inside, of the Argonian who had given her the lexicon, and her former adventuring pals. Former as in now dead of course, as their bodies lined the path to the heart of the ruin.

It was not an easy path to the lexicon's resting place.

But you can always count on an Orc to get the job done.

This post has been edited by SubRosa: Feb 3 2012, 02:06 AM

What the heck has Allek gotten himself into now??

Scylla and Illia make quite the pair!

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@ Grits - Urk! I get the feeling I know who Allek's boss is !!

@ SubRosa - Scylla is a pretty Orc, my fave screen is the "Scylla is hot!." I have not found this quest with the Lexicon! Looks very interesting!

Oops, I didn't notice Scylla's armor upgrade! Nice!

Allek is doing the Thieves Guild questline, about which I can only say .



Allek slipped up the stairs and through the back door of Honeyside. Iona rose majestically to greet him. “Honor to you, my Thane.”

Allek felt weak with relief. “Iona, I need your help.”

Pride seemed to make her even taller. “I am your sword and your shield.”

“How about my axe,” said Allek. He handed her an orcish weapon.

Iona looked at it the way another woman might look at a jeweled necklace. “I am sworn to carry your burdens.” She hung it at her hip, shifting her steel axe to places unknown. “Anyway, that is just an expression.”

“Sure,” said Allek. He glanced around his new home, hoping that he could find a way to return here. “We’ll leave in two hours. I need to make some more healing potions. Would you pack some supplies? Gods help us, we’ll need to camp.”

Iona moved for the door.

“Wait!” called Allek, panic tightening his throat again. “Don’t go into Riften. We’ll have to make do with what’s here in the house.”

“As you wish,” said Iona. “What is our destination?”

“Markarth. But prepare for anything. I don’t know where we’ll go from there.”

Iona lifted her chin, eyes shining with quiet dignity. “I will be ready.”

Allek stared up at her for a moment. I’ve left her here guarding my apples and ale while I trusted my life to carriage drivers, he thought. I have all the wisdom of Marcurio.

Iona had me in hysterics !! Great Write !!