haha okay mirocu here we go. Last we saw, the Weet Bandit was located just inside of the Sewer's northeast entrance.

Days Passed: 85
Days Jailed: 17

Bounty: 340
Fame: 0
Infamy: 9
Items Stolen: 632

Hours Slept: 852
Hours Waited: 147
Jokes Told: 128


Suited up now with fur armor and a leathery shield, Kahreem the Redguard bandit now creeps through the sewers under the Imperial City. He's been creeping slowly forward for hours*. He feels much more confident now that he's finally dressed for the occasion. He has a rather long and violent brawl with a mudcrab, and realizes he enjoyed the fight. His confidence grows, despite the fact that he's only got a cheap daggar for protection.

He realizes he's relishing this new underground experience, rather than fearing it. He creeps and crawls, igniting his torch every now and again. At some point, he realizes he's been playing a role, one he hasn't truly played in awhile. He's become a bandit. There are lots of crates, barrels, and old, torn-up sacks to loot. One passage leads to the next. He comes to a gate which is actually locked!

"Hah!"

Locked with a 3-tumbler.

"Good thing I have got all of these."

The trip to the one known as Shady Sam before this adventure had been a good idea. With 16 lockpicks to start, Kahreem manages to get through the locked gate in just two tries, bends a turn, and comes to a door: tall, iron, and cold. But not locked.



Morndas, 4:54 pm, Sun's Dusk 19
He finds himself in a smelly chamber where a sewer rat and a mudcrab attempt to attack him, but both nuisances fall into the cistern in the middle of the room. Both of these animals cannot figure a way to climb back up to the floor where Karheem stands, so he brandishes his torch, and stands up fully.

squeak squeak squeak!! ... dadadadaaa

He circles the room with the cistern in the middle. After he's searched it entirely, he realizes ...

"Aww fokke!"

...that the only other way out of here is to jump down into the water itself, and truth be told, he finds that's he's already tiring of fighting rats and mudcrabs with this stupid daggar. He misses his trusty Sewer Club, the one he had found in those other sewers so long ago. With his club it might take just two or three bashes to down a crab, and the rat would meet its maker with just one successful slam. Kahreem dreads the moment...fighting in a foul, smelly water-trough with hardly any light to see by.

Then he remembers his staff. The ice staff! Forgot all about it. .... The staff is aimed, activated, and GONE are the nuisance creatures below.

So far he's been lucky, only encountering one sewer bandit, a slew of crabs, and a slew of rats. He had feared there would be goblins, vampires, who the fokke knows what might be down here? .. But there's nothing of the sort.

"Goblins, awful creatures."



Finds himself in another chamber with a trough down its center, and there's yet more mudcrabs in here. He tries to sneak by, but is noticed by one of them. tattttttaaa tattaaaa! But this is all. Mudcrabs, hate the things, seem to be everywhere! .. But no goblins or vampires or undead. So the Weet Bandit stands fully, and begins running down the cistern. He finds a gate, and finally climbs out of the foul, smelly sewer water. Tries the gate. It's unlocked... a rat is on the other side, but this is no problem. Kahreem runs back into the room with the mudcrabs, luring the rat out of its hideout, and then he jumps over the rat, makes his way past the gate, and closes it on all the fiendish little scavengers in the next room!

"AAA ha haa ha haaa!"


He creeps forward into a room which is so dark, his adventuring comes to a halt. He listens carefully, and all he hears are mudcrabs. Is he hearing the mudcrabs from the next room? Or are they also in the one he is now in? ... After some hesitation he chances his torch, and finds something rather interesting.

Stairs! Stairs which lead upwards! ... there is also a door, another iron door, but it's the stairs which interest him. They go up, after all, and 'up' could mean they also lead into the city itself. Is Kahreem below the city? How much time has passed? It is hard to tell.





Tirdas, 1:46 am
They do not lead into the Imperial City, but this is a small setback. Wherever he is now, it's got a bit more light, that's for damn sure. He treddles across a stone bridge, and listens for enemies. Nobody is present. He opens a gate. Creeps slowly forward once more, and is saddened to see another set of stairs before him, this time going down. He hears nobody, so he takes these downward stairs.

Again, he hears nobody, so he lights his torch, and finds he is in yet another stone chamber. He crosses the room a little too quickly and attracts the wrong kind of attention.

"Hiiiiyaa!"

"Awww no!"

It's a sewer bandit (a Khajiit, as well) with a large two-handed hammer! .. This one swings its giant weapon, and again, Kahreem is angered by the fact that's he's only got a stupid fokkinge daggar in return.

"HHAAAA!" swip! swip! swip! ..

Kahreem is glad he's got a shield, though. As the bandit swings her giant weapon her approach is slow. The Redguard moves to an area of the room which is better-lit, and is almost always able to block her blows.

"Toodaay yooo die!" she growls. She swings from over her head, overbalances, and misses Kahreem entirely. While she regains her stance, Kahreem is able to slice into her fur three times quickly in a row. After a few moments, the old bandit blood comes back into Kahreem's veins, and he begins enjoying the challenge of the fight. She's got a rhythm to her attacks, he notices, which are stupid and slow, while he is able to dance around furtively from spot to spot, slicing her in droves as she swings and misses. .. He is making good headway, but then she heals herself with a potion, while Kahreem can only try to survive.**

Although he's still got the ice staff on his back, and can probably off his opponent with just a blast or two, this weapon is too unwieldy to use in such a close fight. He fears the bandit might have another health potion, and ponders the idea of running back the way he came, past all those rats and mudcrabs, and out of this damned place entirely. Turn himself in to the guards, and accept his fate. But for some reason, he does not do this. Instead he keeps fighting. He (again) catches the rhythm of her attacks, and is able to avoid these while placing a good offensive with his stupid (fokkinge stupid) little daggar!

After many moments, the she-bandit falls.

"Yesss!"

She-bandit wears fur boots that are in better condition than the ones worn by Kahreem, and the Redguard suddenly likes the idea of carrying a giant hammer around instead of a worn-out shield and a knife barely suitable now for kitchen slicing. He grabs all of these items.

...sun's out, and I gotta make breakfast for 'the gang' anyways. :tongue: To be continued, in other words...



This post has been edited by Renee: Dec 15 2022, 09:59 PM

Tea and sandwich are gone and Kahreem´s update is read!

So now he really lives the life of a bandit being deep down in the smelly sewers with the high-prized artifact on his back. Lets just hope Lex doesn´t grab his neck the moment he sticks his head up in the City...

[continued from: HERE] - non spoiler thread

Well, the meeting was with a "High Elf" - (a bit pompous) - by the name of Seridur, who introduced her to the fact that there were Vampires hiding in the Imperial City and that he, and his erstwhile comrades, had dedicated themselves to ridding the place of them.
He pointed to an example in the form of his nieghbour, one Roland Jenserig, or something like that, and asked Eilidh to check him out.

[An important note: In Eilidh's homeland there are vampires - (or óltóir fola) - as well, although in their case they live in trees in dark forests abutting the pastures and fertile meadowlands surrounding the towns and cities. They are thoroughly feral creatures, only vaguely like Eilidh's kind and tend to keep themselves to themselves. Occasionally inter-clan battles or lack of food drive into Elflands and Eilidh herself has led soldiers into combat with them to drive them back into the trees from whence they came.
óltóir fola do not "turn" their victims as such, but render them highly infectious with a blood disease not unlike a viral form of Leukemia; which is as scary as it sounds]

Eilidh agreed this was a bad thing but in her experience óltóir fola do not live in houses, however, when in the Imperium and all that...

Returning to the hotel she changed into her armour and snuck off under cover of darkness to Jenseric's house. He was not in and searching his domicile proved both fruitless and frustrating, not least because after 10 minutes of hammering she was still unable to get into the two locked chests in his living quarters.
Frustrated and tired, she headed back to the hotel.
"Bandia a chur air!" She thought as she arrived back in her room. "Fhios ag gach duine a bhfuil cónaí orthu i crainn, tá sé cluiche amadán agus tá mé rudaí níos fearr a dhéanamh!"
So saying, she stripped to her knickers and threw herself into bed.

[continues HERE] - non spoiler thread

This post has been edited by PhonAntiPhon: Feb 2 2014, 01:13 PM

Bandia a chur air...

I went on an Internet search just now to read this. Found a Gaelic/English translator website, but it wanted me to DL some software, and I'm being really cautious with my downloading. But I did look at some other sites, 'Bandia' is apparently goddess?

Roughly translated it means: "Goddess take it" - a favourite imprecation of Eilidh's.
The rest of it very roughly says: "Everyone knows they live in trees, I've got better things to do play this game!"

Not everything she says gets translated by me, largely because I only get the gist of it from it's context, so it's sometimes easier to leave it as it is.
Niamh spoke a similar tongue but she was fluent in Common so it was easy, Eilidh is not and so most of what she says I have to translate, and sometimes I am just to lazy!
That said variations on: "Bandia a chur air" will crop up quite a lot...

Ha ha ha well it looks way cooler in Gaelic than in English.

Days Passed: 86

Bounty: 340
Fame: 0
Infamy: 9

Hours go by, and still Kahreem of Weet slogs slowly through the bowels of the Imperial City. Hallway after hallway, chamber after chamber. The place is mostly empty, only mudcrabs and rats populate the city's sewers more commonly. Kahreem had feared he'd run into goblins or vampires down here, but so far this seems not to be the case.

He's run out of food, his gear is slowly falling to pieces, but the presses on anyways. He knows he can (at any time) simply turn around, leave the sewers, and turn himself in to the authorities.

"I am wanted for horse theft, and once they see this giant ice staff on my back, I'll be wanted for staff theft too," he says to the nearest wall.

But he will never give up. He'll never turn himself in. He's enjoying this underground adventure, after all. At one point, he finds himself in an unoccupied rectangular room, one with two dirty bedrolls on its floor. He feels around on the floor and finds a bottle of Cheap Wine...

"Ahh. Tempting!"

...but wisely chooses not to drink it. Even though he suddenly craves its berry taste, and desires to feel the wine's warmth going down his throat, there's no way he'd risk a quick drunk when there could be enemies lurking about. He places the wine in his nightsack, and tries another set of upward stairs.




5:33 am
After climbing a dark ladder Kahreem cannot believe his luck. Although he doesn't know where he is at first, he finds himself in a carefully-coiffed plaza which is obviously part of the Imperial City itself. The air is clear and clean. The sky above is lightening. After chancing a peek around a stone corner to his right, he realizes he's now in the Market District.

He spends an hour or two waiting behind a tree while the sun rises unseen, lighting the plaza with rosy warmth. It's only a matter of time before an Imperial patrol will walk by. He waits and waits, and after awhile realizes how exhausted he is, now that the excitement of being in the sewers has died down. But of course, all he needs to do is make one false move and he'll wind up getting caught, right under the noses of the Imperial guards.

"It's a disgrace, what I'm about to do."

Realizing he's only got one chance to get this right, Kahreem decides he'll make a run for it.

"I've run from guards many-a-time, sure."

He'd only have to make it across two districts, get inside the house where Methredhel is in hiding, give her the fokkinge staff, and be done with it. Then, he would be arrested. Gladly.

"Yeaaah, that is what I will do. By the time I get to jail I'll be set. Free food. And the Imperial City does it right!"

Standing fully now, Kahreem of Weet bends down to buckle his shoes, and then calmly walks down the alley between Rindir's Staffs and Edgar's Discount Spells. He walks down this alley, turns left on his heels, and then begins sweating in the cheap fur armor he's wearing. He fully expects that out of nowhere, one of the guards will come rushing towards him to let him know of his options!


7:08 am
...but none of this happens.

"You have my ear citizen".

Amazingly, the guard doesn't recognize the Redguard, despite the giant white magical staff he's got with him. Kahreem smiles at the guard, calmly opens up his sack, and begins to down the wine he had found a few hours previous, while the guard looks on in disgust.

There should be some sort of law against public intoxication during daylight hours the guard thinks but does not say. But since no such law exists, the Redguard with the white wizard's staff on his back walks freely by.


Tirdas 9:07 am

"I'm glad you're here. We have work to do," says Methredhel happily as Kahreem walks through the door and approaches.

"Do we? .. Ahh. Sorry about the smell. Umm. Stench is more like it. Sorry about the stench. But I have returned, and as you can see, I've got the magical staff. Imagine that."

"You have the ice staff?" Methredhel asks, almost incredulously,

"Ahmm. Well yes, cannot you see this humongous fokkinge thing upon my back? .. Here. Take it. I've been caryring it all night. It is heavy and damn near useless for combat!"

"Excellent. Yours is the last item on the list. Now we just wait for the powers that be to pull the plug on Hieronymus Lex's siege.

"Ahh. That's it? That is all? No pay?"

"Good question," answers the elf. But before Kahreem can even open his manpurse, she continues to speak. "I want yooou to spy on Hieronymus Lex. Make sure you stay close enough to overhear any conversations. Sooner or later they will order him to return the guards to their original posts. When that happens, come and tell me."

"Spy? You want me to be a spy now? ... Heyyy, what is this? You aren't the boss of me! Where's my pay!"

But Methredhel shushes him with a motion to her lips, as though somebody nearby could be listening. "Shadow hide you" she says.

And with that, Kahreem gives up on getting some gold for all his trouble. He's too fokkinge tired anyways.

This post has been edited by Renee: Dec 15 2022, 10:07 PM

The staff has been delivered! Excellent! Only too bad the Weet bandit didn´t get any pay...

But I got a good story for my morning tea!

I'm not really able to write much for Do'Shakir's updates as my computer isn't working and I'm using the family iPad for the internet, so here's a list of what he's been up to:

-Missed his turn off to black road and ended up in Weye
-Ended up helping some funny old fishermen collect some scales. Didn't enjoy getting wet.
-Agreed to help strange elven women collect bottles of wine from old forts, despite being scared of ghosts.
-Travelled to Weynon Priory where some old monks gave him some cheap armor, it's not like he just delivered the most important artifact in Tamriel or anything....
-Headed up to Chorrol where he sold off his goods and got a bed in the grey mare.
-Joined the FG and begun training. Everyday he wakes up and runs around the city, the eats breakfast, then practices archery (Callidus you were right about Honditar's aim. ) then he has some lunch. After lunch he has some free time to do some alchemy, shopping, drinking reading or gawking at the chapel, which he thinks is the greatest building ever (he's only seen the white-gold tower from a distance) then he'll do some sword work or maybe some boxing or agility work (jumping around in the basement) then it's dinner, usually some reading or chatting, then bed.

He's been doing this for about 3 days and I'm thinking he'll do it for about another week before setting off to Anvil for some FG work or maybe going out for some hunting and adventuring . I'm not sure what he will do MQ wise so I'm leaving it for now.

Well that's awesome, he's got a little schedule there. Yeah, most cats don't like getting wet, so the fisherman's quest must have been tricky

This post has been edited by Renee Gade IV: Feb 15 2014, 11:14 PM

Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you Kahreem. I'll get back to you soon.

Jerric and friends strolled down the Silver Road under sunny spring skies. They took a left at Sercen intending to walk to Morcant’s cottage for a chat about nature. Jerric is confused about what his fierce goddess of the northern skies has to do with gentleness and peace in Cyrodiil. Lil is confident that her sister wood elf will be able to thaw his ice brain at least a little. (It’s likely that Jerric will not be able to summon his guardian lion just yet, since he’s level 5 in this game.)

Abiene has been quite scrappy today, charging up to marauders in heavy armor to use her touch spells on them. Darnand gave Jerric a surprise by casting a combination Feather/Shield/Fortify something on him when Jerric attempted to open Flash’s saddle bag. Jerric did not know that Darnand could do that. Darnand was quite pleased with himself. Apparently he knew all along what the ‘O’ key is really for.

Lildereth has been quiet. This is not unusual, but it’s her special kind of quiet that precedes a long solo trip into the wilderness. I’m sure she’ll go all the way to Anvil with the group, but after that they might not see her for a while.

Well, Julian just completed the Main Quest. Now she is sitting by the fire in her humble shack in the IC Waterfront contemplating what has just transpired. Sad . . .

Somehow that Imperial Dragon armor never appealed to her. Half the time she doesn't even pick it up. When she does, it goes right into the chest in her shack and she never looks at it again. She never liked being the Hero of Kvatch, so it makes sense that she detests being the Champion of Cyrodiil!

So Julian is done closing gates? Must feel like the end of an era, huh?

Yes, it certainly does. She's made so much progress in her recovery, both physical and emotionally. She's improved her marksmanship, grown her magicka, and developed new skills she didn't know she had. She rediscovered her mother's love of alchemy and a new interest in healing. She lost her heart and then any chance at a romantic relationship (so she thinks, but she doesn't know our good Captain that well). And she qualifies for entry into the Arcane University. But was it all worth it with no emperor?

So it's going to take a while for Julian to find her footing again.

Now that Julian has completed the MQ, we're taking the time to look back and reflect on the things that we saw during this journey.

At the Chapel in Bruma.

On the Road to Bravil and Sheogorath's Shrine.

Dareloth Way in the Waterfront.

At Leyawiin.

Trying to Pray - Is it Working?

At Cloud Top.

Confronting Rielus

Whupped by a 400 year dead Blade

Valdemar's Bones

The Ultimate Confrontation

I love the Leyawiin pic. The gate in the distance looks like the Eye of Sauron!

What a fun pictorial through OHDH 2.0!

I still love Julian’s glasses!

On the road. . . with critters in tow!

Good ones, H.E.R. Thanks for sharing.

Fredas, 2:10 PM, Frostfall 12, 4th Era Year 4

" WHAAAT? "

... the young, blond Nord greeted the blond wood elf who had just entered his shop. Despite his rude greeting, the elf was still fascinated, and did not hesitate to gaze upon the man's wares. The elf had arrived to Bruma just an hour before, and had immediately been wowed by the changes she'd been seeing. Matter of fact, she couldn't help but explore Bruma's exterior first, instead of just entering the town's inside proper.

Bruma's walls were taller! ... Its castle even grander! .. And while these things made Lady Saga gaze in wonder, it was this place, this tiny shack of a shop located outside of Bruma, which had the elf much more excited. Several bunnies seemed to be permanent habitants around the shack itself, and on the inside the elf couldn't help but gush at some of the rude Nord's wares.

"Daedric Bone Arrows?" she asked ecstatically ".... and just 53 gold a-piece? .. Well I have no concerns but to part ways with such gold in an instant! .. Give me two, sir."

"Heh, I let that go too cheaply," the Nord said, while secretly fawning at the 106 gold he'd just earned. Those arrows (the most expensive he had in stock) had been sitting upon his shelf for months now. And just like that, they get snapped up by this beaming adventurer of an elf.

"And what are ... obsidian arrows!? ... Bone? ... Ogre's tooth!!?"

The gold flowed from a specially-sewn area upon her leather breastplate, while the Nord tried to keept a straight face. Although he didn't trust her kind so much (wood elves could be so ... trickstery ... and flighty!) he was liking THIS elf more and more. Weeks, months, and soon years of Imperial Legion Foresters buying the cheapest crap in the shack, and suddenly he's got a customer who's spending like mad.

"That's a good deal!" the Nord complimented the elf, while thinking I'm eating something other than rabbit stew this evening! ... I'm going to the Jerall View tonight, instead of low-lifing some swill at Olav's Tap 'n' Tack!

The elf bought several more curiosities without so much as a blink. The White Quilted Bracers were now 'out of stock'. Same goes for the Stealth Leather Hood he thought he'd never move.

"I cannot. .... I cannot exclaim enough, sir!" the elf gushed. "Oh, I am Aerin, from Valenwood, as I might say. And I presume you have become a fixture here on the outerskirts of town, yes?"

"I appreciate your business!" gushed the Nord in return, realizing her little spree had suddenly come to an end just as quickly as it began.

"Well, I shalt make my face known to you, sir. This is ... to have this .. this shop of yours ... out here! It is ...." Lady Saga cannot finish her sentence. She knows her enthusiastic demeanor says it all.

"Take care," says the Nord, thinking of little else than roast beef and mead at the Jerall View, and perhaps a visit to Nord Winds for some fine-tailored clothes as well.

This post has been edited by Renee: Dec 23 2022, 02:09 PM

Oh, renee. How you confused with with the blond Nord salesman. You little modder, you...!


Sounds like Saga was awed enough to part with some gold pretty fast