That was pretty funny. Surely Iona is wondering about why they can't go into the town and why they have to leave so soon. She seems more than happy to stay quiet as long as she gets to keep the ax though!

Upgraded my destruction magic. Now every time I shoot a fireball it explodes and sends people flying off. And my lightning has a chain reaction! All I do is run around and shock bandits, mercenaries, conurers, necromancers and etc screaming unlimited power WOoo!

Now with my Imperial BH, I went up a level. 23 I think. Can't believe I got over 400 mauls as a Lycanthrope. Dayum.

"unlimited power" - ROFL !!! And the 400 mauls too, you need to make vids of some of these !!

I lack the tools nescessary to make videos

Aw, heck !!

Caerellin looked down at Robber's Glen Hideout and wondered about nomclature. Surely even the Traitor Legion would try and keep some sort of order around here. he thought. And yet, around the country, on-the-nose hideout names.

Caerellin looked accross at his familiar and winked. Drawing his newly aquired Dwarven Bow, he nocked and arrow, pulled back the string and loosed it.

The arrow whistled softly as it found it's way into the head of the first bandit. The man fell backwards into the tent he'd so recently climbed out of.

Caerellin applied poison to the end of another arrow and crept around the rocks, loosely holding the bowstring back.

An orc in a helmet noticed him, but didn't live long enough to cry out. The Bosmer walked up to the downed orc and rummaged for loot. Money, potions and arrows.

Suddenly the Familiar was off. He bowled through a large Nord, but the bandit stayed on his feet, swaying. The Nord span around and wielded his axe. The wolf came back at the bandit, but the Nord swung the axe and a powerful shock dissapated the ghost.

"Damned enchanted weapons." Muttered the Knight. By now Caerellin had an arrow pointed directly at the large bandit...

"Oi! Pick on someone your own size!" The Bosmer shouted, "Which doesn't include me." he added quietly.

The Nord spun around and was rewarded with an arrow through the eye.

Caerellin crept up to a flight of wooden stairs which led to a bridge over the road. From which the lookouts would presumably make any mark worth robbing.

Two more bandits down. More gold, potions and gems.

Creeping over the lip of the hill, he looked down on the main camp. Seeing two large shapes talking, Caerellin decided to even the odds.

Looking through the potions in his pack, he selected a fury, and coated an arrow-tip.

Shooting the Orc and relishing in the effect of the Orc pummelling the Imperial next to him, Caerellin laughed.

"Intruder!!" shouted a previously unseen bearded man.

Caerellin cast a Flame Atronach and slipped back over the hill. Shouldering the bow, he listened to the sounds of firebolts and screaming for a while, but then silence. Launching himself into the speed fortify, Caerellin shot over the hill and saw Beardy line up a shot.

The Bosmer Knight weaved his way left and right but towards the mage. Terror briefly had the man scream and cast numerous Ice spells to halt the charge. Caerellin bisected the Breton and turned to face the big hut at the end of the camp.

He walked slowly towards the hut, launched a fireball at the door, walked in and having called his swords to his hand, drew them in opposite directions accross the armoured man's throat as he stared in terror at the Knight.

-----------------------------------


The Jarl lounged on her throne at the end of Highmoon Hall and ordered her man to pay the Knight of The Nine.

"You've become quite the Bounty Hunter while you've been here Sir Carellin. You sure that's what your Commander wanted?" Jarl Iglerod asked.

"We're here to find our friends, and free this country." Caerellin shrugged. "But that doesn't mean we can't do a little more right along the way.

"This isn't my money, Jarl, I have no use for it other than to top up supplies and rent a room. We'll be giving it back to the Knights of The Nine in Skyrim. Once we've found them.

"This country will be free. And we're here to do it."

"And how many of you are there to do this mighty deed Sir Knight? Have you brought an army I was not aware of?"

"Six."

"Six armies?"

"No...Six Knights. We didn't want be too unfair to them."

The Jarl sat up and stared slack-jawed at the Bosmer.

Caerellin tilted his head. "Care to place bets yet, my Jarl?"


--------------------------------

*




HA! Loved this little interchange !!

*

If you are on the PC, download Fraps. I think the free version only allows you to make videos that are 30 seconds long. But the full version has no time limit. It is well worth buying, just for the screenshots and benchmarking alone. I use it for all my games.

Then all you have to do is take the videos that Fraps makes, open them with Windows Movie Maker (comes free with Windows Vista/7) and edit them how you like. Then save them in a compressed format like a .wmv. The .avi files that fraps makes are just too big for uploading. They are gigantic.

Then upload to YouTube. It is all really a lot simpler then you might imagine it would be.

I'm on PS3.

Started Craig yesterday, Oh yes he has a deep history, heck he was the one that trained Vilkas and Farkas when they joined.
With Aela dead and Vilkas only visiting once a week on account that he got married and his husband lives in Solitude, the only people left of the Circle are Farkas and Craig.
Oh yea this is going to be fun.

That sucks. I would delete the save file if I ever got stuck with Vilkar or Farkas. Aela is what kept me happy. I was so pissed when Skjor died. It sucked. You're going to tell me that a guy who was famous in battle died because of a little silver thugs overwhelmed him?

I'm not a fan of Aela actually i prefer the company of the brothers , When Skjor died i was indifferent but it did leave me like "Really I thought this guy was legendary." , but when I saw Farkas getting attacked by the Silver thugs and I was stuck in the little room, just made me feel helpless I was actually screaming at the Tv xD, "No Farkas no!!!"

Eh, the cure junkies. Never favored them. But hey, we all got our interests. I keep Aela in safe places out of fear of her dying.

Ah, so you embrace the blessing/curse eh?

Yes, sir!

Hehe, you called me Sir, I now officially feel old :3

*Put's on RP hat*
"Well, the only advice that I am able to offer to you is one thing: one slight mistake and you will find yourself lost to the animal inside, I know this all to well...."

*Tips RP hat*


"The more you supress the animal, the greater the drive to unleash it."

J’Shanji walked along the road beside Ri’saad. He and J’Zargo had left Whiterun with the Khajiit caravan. Their paths were the same for some distance.

“The longer we travel the roads of Skyrim, the more empty this land seems,” Ri’saad sighed.

J’Shanji looked out over the tundra. Sunset had slowly changed the sky through gradations of pink to orange, like the inside of a sea shell. Stars began to glitter their greeting to the night. A distant memory tugged at him. Diamond chips set in the veil of a queen. J’Shanji slowed his steps so that Ri’saad would walk ahead of him.

Khayla moved up to take his place, as he hoped. J’Shanji matched her pace. They walked in companionable silence as the moons rose behind them. J’Shanji felt ready to meet any danger. Even in Skyrim, Khajiit ruled the night.

Eventually Khayla spoke in her low, raspy voice. “How high the mountains of Skyrim rise! There is much beauty in this place.”

J’Shanji looked over at her. Black stripes on russet fur gave her the look of a tigress. Even in steel boots her steps were utterly silent. She wore rings along her ears, and her slanted eyes gleamed like jewels. He found himself agreeing with her. “The air is so clear in Skyrim,” he said. “One can see forever.”

Khayla squeezed her eyes in assent, still looking into the distance.

Too soon they reached the crossroads. “Blessings of the moons upon you, travelers,” Khayla said to them in parting.

“May your road lead you to warm sands,” replied J’Shanji. He stood with J’Zargo watching the caravaneers walk up the road to Markarth.

“That one is a thief,” J’Zargo observed. His ear flicked when he heard J’Shanji’s angry hiss. “J’Zargo means no disrespect. A good thief makes a better guard.”

J’Shanji waited until his claws slipped away before he spoke. He knew his friend would stand there all night if necessary, though he would tease J’Shanji about it later.

“J’Shanji’s sire was a thief,” he finally admitted. “This one watched him die in pieces. J’Shanji’s mother did shameful things. This one… I will not return to Elsweyr.”

J’Zargo regarded him for a long moment. “J’Shanji could return at this one’s side.”

J’Shanji shook his head. “Khajiit’s very name would disgrace J’Zargo.”

His friend spread out his hands and gave one of his eloquent shrugs. “Take another name. No one would know.”

“J’Shanji knows.” He looked over at the mountains, then back across the tundra. “Thane of Whiterun was only the beginning.”

“J’Shanji is also Thane of Falkreath,” J’Zargo pointed out. He spit on the road in memory of their time in that hold.

J’Shanji spit too, and then they both laughed.

“Perhaps J’Shanji’s house will be ready when we next visit Whiterun,” said J’Zargo. He started walking toward Rorikstead.

J’Shanji fell into step beside him. “It will be ready,” he said. “Carlotta wishes it so. Then Ma’Mila can visit J’Shanji out of the snow and rain while J’Zargo calls upon Carlotta.”

His friend grinned in anticipation. “With haste we might return by the end of next week. Come, let us run for a bit. We will find this Red Sword of the Chicken. Ysolda’s eyes will smile, and perhaps J’Shanji will lift her hem this time.”

J’Shanji chuckled as he ran. “Sword of the Red Eagle.” The eyes in his mind glowed like turquoise in the moonlight.

Loved the road-spitting of memories, lol. Great Write !!

I love how your write the Khajiit! You do it so well! I feel bad for J’Shanji, maybe he'll meet her again. Loved this update!