Lady Saga is in the Imperial City. Just by chance, she wound up swimming her horse from Bravil across the river, and wound up at an Ayleid ruin. It just so happened that this Ayleid ruin contained a statue for Umbacano. So the second one has been found, is what I mean to say.

She wound up depositing her first 1,000 gold into the Bank of Cyrodiil, and is going to become a courier for the Gold Horse. This will give her something to do other than random explorations.

I just figured that everyone here would have read Old Habits Die Hard and Buffy the Bowgirl (and if not, then they should!) so I used them as examples so everyone would have a vague idea of how it would end up reading.


Baltis is currently in Skingrad, heading for Kvatch in the morning, after he's sorted out a couple of things in town. At present he's far too focused on his mission to be singing as he travels, a fact Paint might well be glad of

CT, good luck with Baltis. I hope he sticks and works out for you. Thanks also for the kind words about Julian and Buffy Is Baltis horse-crazy like they are?

Baltar? Does he look like John Colicos? Oh, you said Baltis...

My last time out with Devana she crossed back to the eastern side of the Niben, and finished exploring Blackwood from the shores of Topal Bay up to Fieldhouse Cave. Next it is either Fort Telamon, or Nocturnal's Shrine.

This post has been edited by SubRosa: Feb 26 2014, 08:22 PM

Julian has just now gotten out of the boat and is standing on the dock at Fort Grief. She will be ready to deal some grief of her own once she finds out what happens there.

And as if THAT wasn't enough, Benirus has absconded with 5000 of her gold and left her with a house she can't even live in!

Well, she knows where he's gone, and believe you me, someone is going to get a rude awakening.

She's currently in Skingrad.
Fuming.

I took one look at that guy and thought: Wait, wasn't he a Klingon?


Well, Baltis is now in Kvatch, though it took him nearly a day to get there. He does have lots of flax seeds, it turns out the flowers are just tall enough for him to harvest from horseback.

He was annoyed when a Khajiit bandit with a warhammer attacked him, his hammer's head smeared with poison. "Poisons need to get into the blood." He said, after the fight. "If I draw blood with my hammer, then my enemy is either dead, dying, or I just got lucky. If they're dead or dying, what do I need poison for? And as for luck... A warrior who relies on luck dies in it's absence. They die at their own hands, not those of their foe."

Another thing I've found out about him: He doesn't travel light. He's currently carrying nearly 200 pounds of gear around with him:

Steel cuirass, greaves, and waraxe
Iron gaunlets, boots, shield, and warhammer
Nearly twenty healing potions, mostly lesser ones
And about 150 lots of flax seeds

Poor Paint...

This post has been edited by Callidus Thorn: Feb 26 2014, 10:50 PM

Remember what the add said about Paints; They may not be the fastest horses in Cyrodiil but they sure can pack a great deal. What good does a fast horse do you if it can´t carry the load?

Or something like that

Eilidh had planned on following Benirus back to Anvil straight away the next morning, but things went slightly awry just outside the city gates when what had been a relatively mild attack of Feeble Limb flared up into a full blown fever.

It was only fortunate that she was already on her horse as she'd never have made it anywhere otherwise. Out of her homemade Cure Disease potions and with only a few Health Potions to sustain her she rode hell for leather to the nearest city: Chorrol.
Clinging all the while to the horse she barely remembered the journey there and she arrived at the city gates a sweaty, panting mess, her vision blurred and the world around her darkened almost to nothing. Having literally ridden her horse through the gates she all but fell off it and ran shakily for the only place that she could think of - the Chapel.

Falling in front of the Great Altar she received a blessing.
Cyrodiil's deities are not like hers, but By The Godwdess they can be just as powerful in their way.
Getting up off the floor she rested for a moment on a pew, thanking them one and all.
 
And yes - finally - here are 2 pictures of Princess Grumpy SMILING - here and here.

She's currently resting up at the local inn, getting some food and a little wine. Benirus, her house, her pilgrimage, and more problematically her missed appointment and subsequent stranding - (although her priorities are no longer what they were so already she feels that the removal of that safety net is more than likely a Good Thing, given her renewed Religious Vigour) - will have to wait till the morning...
 
(OOC - I would like to offer Kudos to the mods that allow fatigue and panting, disease development and blurring vision, and horses to be ridden into cities - you're all Ace)

Well, [censored].

Baltis Bereloth is dead

Fighting a Dremora on his way to the Sigil Keep, he too one step too far and ended up just that little bit too close to the edge of the walkway.

Then got shoulder-charged by a scamp. Staggered and...

Well, you get the picture...

Another one down the drain...

Sorry, but I´m starting to find this a bit funny

The number of dead characters I have, not to mention how short their lifespans seem to be is rather comical. Especially considering their time in-game doesn't manage to match the time I spend coming up with them.

Maybe I should just stop playing Oblivion, apparently I suck at it

Hey, you should only stop if you´ve lost the passion to play. I don´t believe for a second you suck at it, that´s more or less impossible unless you´ve never played a game before in your life. Maybe you just take too big risks too early or handle the fights the wrong way? I know Buffy wouldn´t stand too much of a chance head-on so she takes a different approach while having her "panic-button spell" at the ready just in case.

What I believe you should do is taking it much easier, calm down and don´t rush ahead. You´re an Oblivion veteran and maybe you can handle the situations your characters face, but they can´t. When, or even before a fight, be smart. Plan ahead. I know you wanna play chess without having a plan but I think you do need one in advance here.



This post has been edited by mirocu: Feb 27 2014, 03:01 PM

Nice to see this thread so active and hearing about the travels of Devana, Julian and Princess Grumpy.

CT, so sorry to hear about the loss of Baltis. I surely hope you won’t abandon Oblivion. Consider the difficulty slider maybe? Perhaps DiD is not your goblet of Tamikas? I know DiD is certainly not for me. I would never be able to connect with a character if I knew I could lose her to a stupid daedra. We already play overly cautious; if I played DiD I’d never let Buffy out of the city!

I think I must need a better character screening process. It seems like all the reckless ones get through, and I don't want to rein them in because I figure it'd be metagaming.

Or it could well be that since I wouldn't think of it, they don't either...



I just can't really connect to a character that I know to be effectively immortal. If their death means a reload then I'm basically roleplaying an avatar of Akatosh, jumping back in time to avoid their death with knowledge of exactly what's ahead of them. If I start reloading to stop them being killed they stop being a character and start being just an in-game avatar.

When I started playing Oblivion I didn't play DiD, I didn't even roleplay. The result was I'd get through even more characters, because there was always a feeling of something missing. And because I wasn't attached to them I didn't really care if I restarted when something went wrong or didn't feel right. I can't help feeling I'll just end up playing like that again if I drop DiD, because I won't have any real incentive to keep my character from dying. Playing as "the hero with a thousand extra lives" just doesn't appeal to me.

You need to run away loads and loads!

We are not DiD but both Niamh and Eilidh were and are very fond of Running Away and Hiding as even though their benevolent narrator will give them a hand, he only has so much patience...

She rested up for the rest of the day and slept for a good 24 hours or so.

Following this, and feeling recuperated, she set off for Anvil again, heading south and west through the highlands she picked up the Brena river at it's head and followed it as best she could down south to the sea.
Had she but known it, she'd have realised she was in fact in Hammerfell for much of the journey - another first for her people!

She did not, though, and continued through a long trek under a baking sun shining in a hazy sky, the ridges and rocky hills around her bright with flowers and buzzing with insects.
Finally, after nearly a full day and as the sun was westering, she reached the sea and Oyster Bay.

We leave her there for the nonce, having gingerly swum the horse across the river.
She intends to take the coast on to Anvil in the morning, or possibly via Sutch...

...Before that though, there's a little ceremony she needs to conduct for her horse.

Julian is on her way back to Bravil to return Ardaline's Mages Staff. She has stopped to rest the night and wait out the foggy weather in her new home on the Waterfront. This time around, the home has a new feature - a copper bathtub which she is appreciating very much, thank you. After a day of limping around the IC and dealing with the effects of misty, damp weather on her bum knee, that steaming hot water is welcome respite indeed.

True to form, I'm back in Cyrodiil already.

I'm currently waiting around the Imperial City Waterfront District for the Marie Elena to arrive. Onboard is a Dunmer Sorcerer named Eldrar Andrethi, who's fled Morrowind after his Mistress in House Telvanni attempted to eliminate a rival and failed.

Devana finally finished exploring Blackwood from one end to the other. Now she is outside of Fort Nomore, on the way north toward Bravil.