Haha thank you

Kendra had recently been up to her normal ways; collecting bounties by defeating bandits. She enjoys it, and it satisfies her enough.

However, recently she recruited a new friend, Uthgerd, to join her on the more dangerous missions. They are both very similar personality wise, but I worry that their thirst for battle with end up with the two of them clashing swords with each other!

I'll have to wait and see haha.

Middas, 12:29 Am, 17th of Evening Star

Mycharonna the Ice Witch

Days Passed: 122
Days as a Vampire: 101
Level: 29
Class: Mage

Faction: Dark Brotherhood


"Are you alright?"

"It's just these--"

"What was that?"

The night is freezing cold, as is typical of north Skyrim. The sky is clear, though. At least there's no snow storm.

"Musst be my imagination!"

The Dawnstarian guard swears he saw something, though. Someone!, not something, but someone. Someone horrible and threatening. But ... it was just a phantom? A snow drift, perhaps? Both of these are possibilities. It is also dark and hard to see.

Nothing there. Nobody there.

"Are you worried about this war?" a female voice (probably a Nord) asks.

"No! We must fight! We will lead us to victahry as we always have," says the male. Sounds like a guard.

"You at my side?" asks the woman.

"Of course! I would have it no other way!"

Standing in shadows behind a wood cabin, Mycharonna the Ice Witch casts another Muffle spell puuuuff!, and cautions several steps forward. Nobody is there. They are gone, they must have left.

Do I have a bounty upon my head? ... But I have never been here in Dawnstar.

A couple hours ago, Mycharonna had strolled casually into town, shape-shifing her dark, foul-smelling necromancer's robes into a pleasant, lavender-scented dress. She had done this many times before here in Skyrim, yet tonight there was a problem. Tonight, she was attacked! ... a volley of arrows had been sent her way, and a simple man brandishing a pickaxe had chased her for quite awhile, until he couldn't follow her anymore.

"I could have rid him, on the spot."

But she had not. It is not her intention to terrorize the villagers of Dawnstar into action against her. She's got a certain 'task' to accomplish while she's here, and Mycharonna the Ice Witch intends to blend in, as best she can.

At some point, she had looked to her skin, and could see why the attack took place. "They can see. They can see what I am", Mycharonna said in her usual monotone. "And I must feed to correct such."

... She had run out of Dawnstar, chased by a man with a pickaxe, but had also returned an hour later, sneaking invisibly into town, arriving behind this wooden cabin, where several villagers had been awake, even at this late hour.

But now they are gone .... or so she thought!


1:32 Am
The Ice Witch chances a bold move, and creeps over a series of rocks, arriving finally at some sort of thoroughfare. Everybody had left, she thought, so she begis creeping towards a nearby set of stairs, really craving the life force which would saturate her being. It'd been several days since she last fed, and now is the time!

"Did you hear something?"

A guard! ... stands right nearby! Mycharonna had not noticed him; he stood so quietly. A good watch guard, he certainly is, and at first she assumes she had been caught. But he merely glanced this way and that. And had not seen her immediately. He could certainly feel her, though. And she didn't have much time.

The ice witch panics! Runs at full vampiric speed behind the cabin, crouching down again and casting the Muffle spell. It takes the guards several minutes to figure out where she had gone, but they eventually find her.

"Over here!"

Again, Mycharonna bolts off, this time drinking a potion of invisibility. Her last one! ... The guards have no clue where the menace they had seen only a moment ago had vanished to, as Mycharonna starts to creep again.

"Guess it's all cleer now"....

She creeps into another cabin, picks its worn-out lock in one try, and sneaks inside. But no one. No one is here.

"How long must I wait before taking upon my succulency?"

Soon the sun will be up. And nobody fills the bed before her. Mycharonnna the Ice Witch scrambles for a plan as she hides in a corner by some aged barrels, and finally decides what to do.



4:00 AM

"Don't even think about it!"

"Too late for your complaints, old woman."

"You're not supposed to be in here!" the old woman whines, apparently unaware of the moments which had just passed. And also unaware of the two marks (the size of pin pricks) which shine red from her neck.

Mycharonna steps back, as the life force of rushes through her very being. She can't help but enjoy the feeling, just for a moment. She had managed to break into this final 2-story wooden home, using her very last lock pick to do so.

"I'm not warning you again! Get out or I'll call the guards!"

"I do not think such petty concerns are necessary, now?" Mycharonna replies before casting yet another spell.

FOOM!

...this one violently knocks plates and books and things all over this poor woman's room! But also calms the old woman down. Hypnotizing her, in a way.

"There. I think we have come to a ... better sort of arrangement, now have we not?"

Mycharonna the Ice Witch then strides out the old woman's door, fully confident in her self and her being, while the old woman stands dazed and confused, lost in pacified thoughts. She would not remember any of this tomorrow, Mycharonna thinks as the door closes softly behind her.



Note: Here is my method as she's feeding: Mycharonna feeds, and then immediately casts a vampiric drain, causing the old woman to wake up, and very freaked out, to boot. Mycharonna then waits a moment (the woman does not attack) before casting her next power: Voice of the Imperial. This is a calm spell basically, and I am considering it to be the equivalent of hypnotization

...I want some DRAMA as my character feeds, and by golly I'm gonna have it!

This post has been edited by Lady Saga: Nov 5 2018, 06:37 PM

I like what you're doing with Mycharonna's feeding and vampiric abilities, Renee. Yay for imaginary mods!

That was a thrilling episode in Mycharonna's life When she crept up and that guard almost caught her for instance, she was right by the Jarl's cabin (and neither she nor I knew this), so it would have been awful if she had managed to creep inside, where she would definitely been caught. And then she ran out of invisibility potions & spells, and was down to her last lockpick. If she hadn't managed to pick that final lock and feed on that woman...

...anyways, that had me on the edge! All of that. After she fed, Mycharonna stayed in Dawnstar for one day, paying a small bounty, but she realized there's nowhere to do trading (sooo weird that there's no place to trade in this village ) She cast a Frenzy upon the person whom the Dark Brotherhood had contracted her to kill, but unfortunately somebody noticed her as she crept in the shadows, and EVERYBODY was chasing her out of Dawnstar once again!

As she passed through a fort she had previously been through before (I forget the name of it, it's the one that has the road going directly through it) she thought bandits had re-inhabited the place, and began taking care of these (she needed a place to safely sleep for the day...hours were getting late) but it turns out they weren't bandits they were Stormcloaks! Mycharonna had no choice: she spent several hours tricking these soldiers into fighting one another, or re-animating dead soldiers, until she finally could make her way into the cabin with a free bed in it!

With a lack of Dawnguard, it's ironic that her game is actually more thrilling than it was, but there ya go! As she made her way slowly from that fort back to Whiterun, to Riverwood, and finally back to Anise's cabin, she's fed twice. It's always an episode of inconvenience and trickery, now that DG is not part of her game anymore.

This post has been edited by Lady Saga: Mar 5 2013, 02:33 PM

Oh! I like Kendra! Her and Vera would get along just fine.

Today in Skyrim:

One of Kraven Desselius' adventures in Skyrim! Savage wilderness werewolf-man time! I sort of Rped this out in the game today. Fun times with the Forsworn tribes. Yes, he attacked their base. And yes, I did it with two different characters of mine in seperate profiles, haha.

Lycus Desselius is a former gladiator. He is now a free-lance mercenary and a warrior, and a loving husband. While a werewolf for sometime now, he is new to the ways of the beast and the most sacred of ritualistic traditions. His wife, however, is far more knowledgeable and experienced. And so she teaches him what it is to be a Hound of Hircine and a champion hunter.

Along the edge of the hill, in the misty valleys of the Reach, Lycus and his beloved lover watched their enemies gather. The savage warriors he and his woman faced had been armed with longbows and stone-tipped clubs and bone-edged swords. They were foes to be feared by the common man. But Lycus and his wife were far from ordinary.

Within the Karthspire Camp the primitives of the Forsworn gathered in numbers, surrounded by sacrificial victims, and mounted goat heads for their dark arts. They were attuned to the natural energies that surrounded Nirn, much like werewolves can tap into it. They make fine prey, indeed. Worthy prey.

Lycus looked to the sky and saw that night was almost coming upon them. But tonight they would face their foes in their human guise. The wind rustled against his flowing black hair and his woman's blonde one as they prepared themselves for the onslaught.

"Eyes on the prey, not the horizon." His woman said. "Do you remember what has been said about the hunt?"

"We are to taste flesh and drink blood. Never waste the spoils of a kill."

The two warriors of the wild wielded the same weaponry used by their foes. Primeval tools of slaughter made from mundane material not made by man. Wood, stones and bones. Lycus held in his hand a fearsome looking sword while his woman brandished a wicked axe bound by sticks and reed. He would not be using his scimitar today, nor would she be using her ebony gear.

The fresh-faced lass positioned herself with a disappearing smile. In rare moments did he see her smile and laugh in peaceful times, but her behavior—the set of her muscles, the feral tensing of her jaw, the animalistic yellow blaze in her widening eyes—offered anything but tranquility. She pounced from her hiding spot at his command and rushed down the hill into the camp.

She screamed out loud to catch their attention, and his own as well.

“You taught me how to fight with sword and shield, but now you get to learn from me. We will now test the limits of your agility, strength, and efficiency. Tap into your inner beast but refrain from unleashing it.” She said, as several of the fiercest, bravest, and most talented warriors—their bodies clothed with animal fur and bones and skin—began to shout threatening words to the couple. “This is beyond the act of assaulting them; it is a rite of passage, my love.”

To the two running werewolves, the Forsworn tribesmen prepared their swords and bows, raised a battle cry, and attacked. A nod from Lycus’ lover and the Lycanthropes sped down the hill and past a flight of stairs to meet them, descending upon them like wolves, evading arrows from archers, burning fireballs from a Hagraven, and swings from primitive weapons, going one against one, two versus three, and even four, but felling enemy after enemy with their own clothes and weapons, until among the tons of dead, bloody corpses one was left standing. He was beaten and bloodied, and ran across the field in terror.

"No more! I yield! I yield!"

This was when the huntress reached for a hunter’s bows strapped to her back and pulled an steel arrow from her quiver. She closed one eye, aimed, held her breath and fired. The steel projectile flew through the air, past flesh and into bone. Hurling the Forsworn warrior to the dirt.

"At once, the Huntsman is transported by the exquisite thrill and glory of her might and dominion over her helpless prey, and at the same time touched by the tragic, noble, and ultimately futile plight of the Quarry.“ She said in a whisper, paraphrasing her favorite book.

The two hunters of Hircine hadn’t bothered to investigate what the Forsworn’s thought about Lycanthropes—whether in their belief systems Hircine and Hagravens were compared to that of deities or demons—for their goals lie in something more political and feudal.

What was painfully obvious was their slow advancement of weapons and armor; how they attacked others and defended themselves with wooden war clubs and swords while their Nordic foes were encased in steel dresses. It was deliberate, however, for them to choose to use such exotic tools. Lycus wondered what his woman’s ancestor’s were like. More or less the same way. The past shamans and warriors of the wield who first had the beastblood adrift in their veins. He felt in touch with his past blood-related just by walking in the ways that they did.

His wife crouched down the corpse, used the axe to open the man’s chest cavity; then she reached a blood-stained hand in the corpse and extracted the beating heart not yet soiled by the briarseed. She inspected it and set it gentle above the cadaver’s chest.

“You fought well, my dear. If you are to unlock your dormant abilities you must first discover the key.” She smiled, and sat crosslegged near the body. “The blood of our foes can sustain us. You know this already. But by our bond to the Totems of Hircine and our direct connection to the natural energies, the hearts of our prey can be consumed to prolong our lives and empower us with abilities our predecessors could have never imagined.”

She stopped to take the foreworn’s heart back into her hands. She adopted a smile. “Something has shifted in the moons, my beloved. It is our time, now. But to survive we must live as beasts, in spirit and in body. Then Hircine's favor shall be upon us.” She said and took a bite from the savage’s heart. She then handed the blood-filled organ to Lycus. “Begin by devouring it in the form of man, and your wolf shall always seek nourishment."

This post has been edited by Darkness Eternal: Mar 7 2013, 04:15 AM

Sweet update, DE. *claps* Yeah, those Forsworn are certainly primitive. I'm a lover of in-game dialogue, so I like the little quips of this here and there in the above tale.


I did play a bit of Skyrim yesterday with my vampire. I saw my first evidence of Dragonborn I think: a set of "Nordic" armor worn by a bandit boss. Never seen a set of armor like this before; it's gotta be 'cause of DB.

This post has been edited by Lady Saga: Mar 7 2013, 03:17 PM

I miss Skyrim! I should have convinced my husband to let me have my cords to my XBOX so I could play on my mom's plasma screen. I wanted to FINALLY see Morrowind.

Saaad.

You have Morrowind as well? Dang!

I've wanted to own MW ever since seeing it at a party in the early New Millenium (2001 or 2-ish). But back in those days I had a Playstation, not an Xbox (which was still relatively new back then). Man I wish I had an Xbox instead sometimes. I would have spent much of the 2000s playing TES: III instead of various editions of Tomb Raider.

Isn't the DLC Dragonborn in a part of Morrowind? I don't know, since I couldn't see on our television.

Ohhh I see what you're saying. No Dragonborn is on Skyrim, and it mostly involves the island of Solstheim. Morrowind's version (more of an expansion than DLC iirc) is Bloodmoon.

This post has been edited by Lady Saga: Mar 8 2013, 12:15 AM

I'm still half asleep XD

I knew it was on Solsthiem, I just figured it was still considered Morrowind. I DO intend on getting Morrowind though.

Someday. -looks off into the distance-

Yeah, me too. Question is will I ever have time to properly get into it?

Solstheim was considered a seperate island for dispute in the Third Era. But it was revealed in the Elder Scrolls novel, Lord of Souls, that the Dunmer began to settle there after that ash-pit called Morrowind exploded. Skyrim's High King gave the island to them and it became officially known as a part of Morrowind

Morndas, 29th of Evening Star



Mycharonna the Ice Witch has killed two of them: a beggar just outside of Ivarstead, and an abrasive mine boss in Dawnstar. She returned to the Dark Brotherhood hideout to speak to her associates, and is now headed to Markath.

This post has been edited by Lady Saga: Mar 8 2013, 12:16 AM

Currently, J'zirlo is hunting various things...Ores, Dwemer metals and books...So it gives us an excuse to go around the caves, mines, Dwemer cities and Nordic ruins again...

Currently in Alftand...I think...Somewhere Dwemer anyways... ...

I am just realizing just how many ore deposits are in this game. They're scattered everywhere! I had no idea!

Mycahronna has no interest but Uber Kness has begun carrying a pickaxe wherever he goes. He's into Smithing, so it helps to have lots of free ores to play wiht.

Great poetry, Lady Saga, I especially like the ending, it's so ominous.



Actually it's not hard to get into, IMO, at least if you can cope with not-so-good graphics and a different combat system. Much of everything else will simply suck you in and before you know, you'll be having a blast. Perhaps your first character won't be the best... at least in my case my most memorable characters were created after playing for some time.

As far as I know you, Lady Saga, you won't have problems geting into Morrowind at all, I think you'll have difficulties leaving it.

This post has been edited by Lopov: Mar 11 2013, 03:04 PM

Thanks. I don't know if that poetry is great or even good! I like writing it though, because it's what she likes to do. Even though it doesn't make much sense, it actually gets me into the roleplay just a little bit more, if ya know what I mean.



It's not getting into Morrowind that I'm concerned about, it's the fact that (in my opinion) to properly get into it, I'll need to devote years. I would want to learn all the little things about TES: III, just like those who played it during the 2000s. Problem is, I'm not even done with Oblivion, and nowhere near done with Skyrim.

So for me to add Morrowind to the roster, I'd have to lose my job or something! I would need all this extra free time, basically.

This post has been edited by Lady Saga: Mar 11 2013, 05:03 PM

Vampires in fiction and lore often have human or semi-human companions. Louis and Lestat had safehouses they could stay at, where they were protected by humans, and in Stephen King's Salem's Lot, the master vampire (I forget his name) had a strange human-like creature keep their house affairs up. Barnabas Collins (Dark Shadows) also had "Willy" run his house during the day, at least in the early episodes.

Mycharonna saw somebody in Markath who had that sort of "look" to him, like he might be for hire. And he was! Vorstag is his name, and he's been accompanying the ice witch, while she educates him on what she's all about. He's a fighter, and gets overwhelmed at times, whereas Mycharonna is very skilled with combat. She rarely takes any hits nowadays, she's so good at summoning and raising dead (etc.)

Vorstag is doing okay so far, but the ice witch occasionally has to hold his mortal hand. The pair are off to Windhelm, where Mycharonna is to accomplish a certain task. She is to kill another mortal.

This post has been edited by Lady Saga: Mar 14 2013, 12:26 AM

Nice! I like Vorstag. His remarks often strike me as funny.