CT, I've never played an Argonian. I could never find a mod that gave them blond hair and pointed ears. . .

Seriously, I love the soothing speech of Argonian women. Kud-Ei and Tar-Meena are among Buffy's faves. And even the fellas have a fun manner about them. Gotta love Amusei for example.

Now, playing an Argonian, what are your thoughts about whether they are warm or cold blooded?

I don´t like Orcs either tbh and it´s for the same reason; they´re always baddies plus c´mon, they´re monsters!

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Nothing new about Lothran yet. He just wanders around the waterfront talking to people

This post has been edited by mirocu: Nov 7 2013, 04:28 PM

Gosh, Buffy's in the minority on orcs too. She loves them and respects (and sometimes fears) them. The best explanation I can offer for that is one word: Mazoga.

In fact, there is only one group that Buffy struggles with a little: Male Khajiit. It seems like they have a penchant for trying to accost her or her precious mare and rob them. She tries to counter this by reminding herself that two of her guildmates (S'drassa in Leyawiin and J'skar in Bruma) have always been very kind to her.

Just as well really. Could you imagine the trouble you'd have trying to find an outfit for your character that goes with blond hair and scales?



What amuses me about Argonians is the way they apparently prop up the Mages Guild. By the end of the questline half the guildhalls are run by Argonians, as well as the Mystic Archives. But I do love the way Argonians talk. Like the Khajiit in Morrowind, I could just sit there listening to them.

As for warm or cold blooded? Who knows? Though I like to think that if they were cold blooded they'd suffer from weakness to frost, so I'd tend to say warm blooded.

And from an out of game perspective if they were cold blooded they'd have had to remove them from Skyrim.

I've always hated orcs, but I like the ones in Skyrim. They're not as 'plesantly rude' as the ones in Oblivion, but they're not flat-out evil and rotten likes the ones in traditional stories and games. Hard to explain.

Lopov: Am loving Sentza's tales.

-WHERE WE ARE NOW-

A year had gone by, and in that time the sun had continued to rise and set, to shine, to warm; the rain had still fallen and the wind had still blown through the grubby Bravil streets, whipping up the leaves and rubbish as it went.
She still lived in the little house, on the first floor; still trudged across to the Lonely Suitor where she worked every day now from early until late, then home to sleep and up again and off to work. The door to the house below her remained shut and locked, the key she had long since cast into the foetid waters of the stream that flowed turgidly through the channel that bisected the town.
Twice a month she took some flowers out the cemetery beyond the gates and laid them on the simple grave, sitting awhile each time, maybe talking softly or just staring out over the Niben as if lost in thought.
But all things pass.

And so it was that one morning she awoke and sat up in her bed, it was early, as it always was when she arose and the grey light of day had yet to find it's way through the dusty window panes and into the still-dark room which served as bedroom, kitchen, and living space. For a movement she was still, thoughtfully chewing on her lower lip in unconscious imitation, then in one smooth moment she stood and, naked, padded lightly across the chill rough floorboards to kneel before the large chest that sat prominently again the wall on the other side of the room.
It had been her habit to wear around her neck a leather thong from which depended a large brass key. Removing the thong she placed the key in the lock and after a small amount of fumbling with the stiff tumblers unlocked the chest. Leaving the key in the lock she hefted open the heavy lid and gazed inside at the contents.
She looked up once, turned her head to one side, a far away look in her eyes. She nodded, as if finally confirming to herself a decision. Turning her attention back to the chest she reached in and began to remove various items.

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"I'm leaving." She said as walked into the Suitor an hour or so later.
Bogrum, who had been polishing tankards at the bar, looked up and gave a short laugh. "Took ya long enough, Lucy."
She gave him a half-smile. "It didn't feel right, before."
"But it does now?" He said, placing the tankard and his cloth on the bar top.
She nodded. "Yes I think... I think I'm ready now." She walked over to the landlord. "I need to see the world, Bogrum, I need to see what she saw."

"Be careful, is what I'll say." Said Bogrum, and nodded his head emphatically at her. "You know as I do that not all that she saw, not by half, was good or noble."
"I know." Replied Lucy, and Bogrum thought he saw a steely glint in her eyes that had not been there before. "But I need to do this, Bogrum, I need break my shackles and I need to follow her, to find where she was going, what she was searching for, before..."
Bogrum gave her an anxious look. "You know where she ended up, Lucy, you were there - be sure you don't end up there too."

Luciana smiled then, placed a small gloved hand on the Orc's ham-sized fist. "Oh Bogrum, you worry too much. But, if it is to be then so be it, the world continues on and I have not." She cocked her head. "And I must, or I shall wither and die anyway."
Bogrum was silent for a moment, then; "Well go on, away Lucy, find yer rainbow an' yer destiny an' whatall, but, " he held up a meaty finger, "I would rather, when ye came back, that ye came back alive."
She laughed. "So would I."

And so without further ado, Luciana turned on a booted heel and strode from the inn, a familiar sword at her side.
Bogrum looked at her as she left, the skintight suit of black armour she was wearing, highlighted in blue, seemed to shimmer slightly as she moved.
He smiled to himself, she looked almost as good in it as Niamh had.
Almost.


This post has been edited by PhonAntiPhon: Nov 9 2013, 09:21 AM

Good luck out there, Luciana

Sugar's sharpening her "negotiating" axe as we speak type. No, wait, she's changed her mind. She wants it to take a few more whacks, sharpening would make it too quick.

This post has been edited by ghastley: Nov 8 2013, 10:37 PM

A Niamh update - via Looch! Well, sort of.

I see Sugar is displaying the epitome of orcish logic.


After selling some scrolls, frost salts and filled soul gems gathered since Anvil, Buffy's getting ready to say farewell to her guild mates at Kvatch and continue east to Skingrad. Via Dasek Moor, Fort Istirius and Cursed Mine, of course.

Tell Buffy not to sell those frost salts to a vendor, Lothran wants them!

- Luciana's Journal -

Day 3
I'm in Pell's Gate, at The Sleeping Mare...
...I got some funny looks from the publican, Candice, when she saw me in Niamh's armour. Nothing was said though.
Room's ok but what can you expect for the price?

I've managed to stay out of trouble so far, which is just as well really, since I'm unused to swords if I am honest and beyond a little bit of sparring with Niamhy I've not really got into a serious bundle with anything - (pickpockets and daggers in Bravil don't count).
(I think that might change soon, maybe, but for now...)
I never took a horse either - I can't afford one and, I don't know, but I wanted to get out on my own, with nothing but me, just using my legs and I have the feeling a horse would slow me down...

I don't know how she coped in this Gods-damned armour though!
It's taken me an hour to get it off to bathe, it went on far easier but it seems to want to stay on somehow. The past days it's been both useful and horrible in equal measure. The few things Niamh told me about it are not enough for me to know how it works - it's either too hot or too cold and I just cannot get used to doing my business in it, even if it seems clean it up!
Still, it's kept me safe and out of sight more than once, and I do feel safe in it...
It stinks though, although it mostly stinks of her still - so it could be worse I suppose...

Well, it's late and I've had all the bread, cheese and ale I can stomach. Going to Red Rose Manor tomorrow, not looking forward to it but there are some things I need to check on there.
I'll not be liking the visit - I know.

-x-

Sitting on the hard mattress in the austere inn room she draws out the crumpled parchment from the pack on the floor at her feet.
"Inne Red Rose, top. Left Up Downe" She reads it again, and still finds no sense or even any confirmation that she's on the right track.
Shaking her head, she tucks the parchment away again, and blowing out the candle lies down and waits for sleep.

This post has been edited by PhonAntiPhon: Nov 9 2013, 10:11 PM

Maybe Candice thought she saw Niamh´s ghost when Lucy entered wearing her armor?

Pretty much, or maybe she just wondered about someone else wearing the same stuff...

Despite Sal's earlier activity, he got impatient, and wanted to get some archery practice in. So he started making his way towards Cheydinhal, stopping to clear out Sercen along the way. Then Vilverin. And by the time he was done with Vilverin his marksman skill had gone up by three, and his fine steel bow was so overused it was doing less damage than in iron one he grabbed off a skeleton. After that he had to go to the Imperial City for repairs and to sell off some loot. He went in dressed in his black and burgundy outfit, thinking that even if the guards still wanted to arrest him, they wouldn't be looking for a well-dressed Argonian. He's now got something like two-and-a-half thousand gold.

Since this was his first visit to the Imperial City, and he hasn't gotten to Bravil yet, he's been dungeon diving without nighteye. I never realised how fantastically atmospheric it was, sneaking through a Ayleid ruin with nothing but detect life to guide you to your targets. I'm even getting the hang of telling which way they're facing from it.

I don't think Sal will bother getting nighteye, maybe as something to use instead of a torch, but not when hunting.

CT, I really agree on just using detect life to navigate in dark dungeons! Buffy finds that traps are what she really has to watch for, but has gotten pretty good at looking for them. If she needs a bit of light, she just whacks a weak ranged frost spell into the dark area where it sticks to the wall and provides a brief period of enough light to see that area.

Looks like Sal is going to be going through those black & burgandy outfits. I hope he can stock up on some spares.

Well he's doing a tour of the mages guildhalls, so I'm sure he'll be able to "acquire" some spares.

I like Detect Life too. That would be a fun spell to have in real-life.

Phon: Beautifully written stuff, I must say, even the part about Niamh's smelly armor.

Aleswell, dusk

It calls to me... I can feel it.... Bruma calls to me again...

The Nordic Dunmer could rest no more. The time for him to head back home to his beloved Nordic town had come. Thus, early in the morning he packed his gear, went outside, and locked the door to his waterfront shack. His journey took him initially through the Temple District, up to Talos District and from there, out through the massive front gates that separated the mighty Imperial City from the Chestnut Handy Stables and Cyrodiil itself.

His goal this morning; Aleswell, where he is always a welcome guest after helping out with a problem several years ago. And this is where he is now, resting his legs and mentally embracing the thought of yet again coming home!

Imperial Sewers XD

What are you doing down there? Or rather, your character

Edit: Oh, yeah! New character, right?

This post has been edited by mirocu: Nov 12 2013, 09:57 PM