Holy levelling, Batman! Kahreem is at 67??

Once again an awesome story from the Weet bandit! And it seems he once again will have to wait for his hard-earned Septims..

Well done, ms Gade!

Thanks, and Whoops. He should be Level 6, not 67. I thought it was pretty kewl that Kahreem was so fixated on getting paid, and finally the game's dialog supports this. There's a moment when it says "Where's my pay?" or something.

Where on Earth did you get that emoticon?

This post has been edited by Renee Gade IV: Apr 6 2014, 12:17 PM

I thought that him being level 67 was a bit strange


From the hidden depths of the internet..

I took 67 to mean 6 or 7. Probably 6 since I think Kahreem leveled up not long ago!



Kanet did not die in the tunnels. Nor did she die in the towers, the rockslides, traps, or any of the dangers she faced in the Deadlands. She quickly learned how many arrows it took to bring down various enemies and was able to give herself room to work.

It took her some time to find what she was looking for, but as long as there was a way forward and a way out she kept going. She did briefly consider returning Nocturnal’s item and leaving its bearer to her fate. Kanet is no hero. But in the end she kept opening just one more door until she found she had to finish what she’d started.

Now she’s back home with a bag of rare ingredients to play with. The rescued Bosmer is resting in Evergloam. Kanet will go back and visit her soon, but for now she wants a bath, silk sheets, wine and candles, and a manicure.

Whew! And all Julian got was a used bedroll and polenta!

Kanet would not appreciate that situation. She can be tough, but she requires a lot of maintenance.

Kanet put her fresh fire salts to good use in her next mission from Nocturnal. She wiped out a vampire nest and not a single bat was harmed. She was spotted once but managed to slip through a door and away without the need to defend herself. Her outfit for this job was the most spectacular one yet. She wore Nocturnal’s ring, a Life Detection necklace, a Base Ring of Sneak, and Chameleon sandals. She figured that bats might hear even the softest whisper of cloth, so she made sure she wasn’t wearing any.

I loved this quest! The sneaky ones are my favorite. Kanet’s Sneak, Marksman, and Alchemy (poison) working together made her deeds in the dark worthy of the Grey Fox legends. Plus now she has a bankroll for her next shopping spree. Nocturnal may even turn her into a vampire hunter! Kanet enjoys being awesome. She’ll definitely be back for more of the very special arrows she found.

The arrow situation was kind of funny. Kanet was specifically not going to loot anything from the interlopers in Nocturnal’s realm thinking that it would sort of be stealing from Nocturnal. But of course she had to peek into the containers she found. Then it was all a matter of rationalizing her need for those arrows!

It wasn’t long afterward before Kanet’s favorite Argonian brought her another message. Nocturnal sent her to Azura’s realm on a business trip. Thankfully she is not half-blind as a result. Kanet loves Moonshadow!

Now that Kanet has seen how daedric princes(ses) dress she had a good idea what to wear for her visit. She made a quick change for a sneak through a cave, but it was no trouble at all to get dressed up again to meet the Lady of Twilight. (I’m not sure if the tunnel critters are just friendly or if Kanet was able to sneak right past their noses, but there was no blood shed in Azura’s realm.)

Kanet found Azura to be quite impressive in person. Also she is a big fan of Azura’s Winged Twilight. Now she has a job to do and some answers about Azura’s moon.

Oh, and while she’s in town she’s going to hit the shops. With his habit of greeting her as she wakes Amusei has seen quite a lot of Kanet lately. She’s going to acquire a nightgown.

This is aw7some. I mean aw6some.



Yes... very important, those shopping sprees.

I'm not a sneak player, so creating these was a bit a challenge. They won't all be aimed at a sneak approach, but I don't think I ruled that out in any of them.

Amusei appreciates "a lot", but he's met Silanu and Heidi, so he knows about "too much", too.

Kanet is on a new mission from Evergloam. She got an awesome reward from Azura after the last one. The Lady of Twilight may be edging out the Mistress of Shadows as Kanet’s favorite Daedric Princess. Her reward came with a serious dilemma, though. She can only summon him once per day. Should she call him to her side for combat or for company? And will he stick around long enough? Only time will tell.

Kanet has been shy about wearing the Grey Cowl of Nocturnal, but she put it on for this adventure. But first she had a miserable trip to Leyawiin. She was not expecting cold rain that far south. Or maybe it just seemed cold after frolicking in Moonshadow’s waters. Also the merchants didn’t have anything she wanted to steal.

But now she’s back in the IC looking glamorous and about to break in to a house she’s been inside before. She happens to know the old gentleman who lives there from setting up her alias the last time. Since she wasn’t caught she’s re-using that disguise. She just passed him on the street heading away from home, so she’s going for it.

Well, I guess that tells me which way she chose! Clark gets to summon her once a day.

And that reminds me that I don't have a second quest in Moonshadow. I added a guest house on an adjacent island, but the quest to get the key hasn't been made.

Kanet is in Chorrol canvasing the castle, but not for a portrait. She’s dressed for a prison stay in case she gets tired of paying fines for trespassing and decides to get some rest in jail. Her luck has been awful. Maybe Nocturnal is unhappy with Kanet’s renewed devotion to her sister Azura.

It’s been difficult for Kanet to remain professional and only steal the thing she’s after. The castle is full of stuff she wants. She will definitely come back later with a big empty bag.


EDIT: Kanet completed her mission and returned home after a nice visit with her old boss. She really likes Anvil. She gets to wear her pink wig that only works with the blue dress which coordinates with Countess Umbranox’s décor. That castle is a lot of fun to explore. Plus there’s the added delight of asking Hieronymus Lex for silly things like directions. Over and over again. Kanet had a great time chatting with him. As she left he said something like, “Stay safe, citizen.” She thought that was hilarious.

Back at the Guild Hall Kanet spent some time rolling around on the pile of coins she earned before getting into bed. She hasn’t seen Amusei since she bought a nightie. She hoped that sleeping in the buff was some sort of Summon Amusei spell, so she tried it. No joy.

Perhaps the smith in Evergloam has finished making her enchanted arrows. Kanet likes those almost as much as strappy sandals or Fire Damage poison. She’ll head there in the morning.









This post has been edited by Grits: Apr 11 2014, 11:48 PM

Exploring castles is lots of fun, I agree. There's more of a 'trespassing' feeling in Oblivion than there is in Skyrim. The NPCs in Oblivion also get SO MAD when they catch us sneaking around.

Samara ventured into The SHivering Isles and, while she's not too keen on becoming Sheogorath's Ultimate Fighting Champion, she did decide, the vain little thing she is, that she liked the clothing so much better in the Isles. So she bought a bunch and ventured back to Nirn.

That’s what drew Kanet there. She helped Jared killed the Gatekeeper so she could get to the good shops. Maybe Samara will see Kanet browsing in Common Treasures!

Sun's Dusk 21, 1:09 am 3rd Era 433

Days Passed: 87
Days Jailed: 17
Bounty: 340

Where we left off: Kahreem has just gotten Hrormir's Icestaff back in his possession, and now must find out where Ontus Vanin lives so he can attempt to hide the staff in the researcher's home.

Kahreem dreads his new task. As the Weet Bandit leaves the Talos Plaza home where Methredhel is hiding, he has no idea where Ontus may live. Talos Plaza district? .. Elven Gardens? ... the man could be anywhere in the Imperial City, and he cannot remember if Methredhel had specified a certain area or not. To get an answer to this query, there's only one way...

"Ask a beggar. Ask a fokkinge beggar."

Kahreem doesn't want to do this of course, not with his meager supply of gold dwindling with every encounter of one of Cyrodiil's bums.

"Adventures get rich, like that Dyna gal I've heard about, while I toil with nonsense tasks such as this one," he complains, even as he's looking forward to placing the giant white staff on his back somewhere where it will go to good use. "Well, let us get to walking."

Kahreem doesn't see a beggar anywhere nearby, there are only a smattering of Imperial Guards. And somehow, these guards don't seem to think it's strange that a Redguard who looks suspiciously like the one who was recently spotted stealing a bay horse down on the Waterfront is now carrying a large, obviously expensive magical item on his back. Since they don't raise a fuss, Kahreem decides he'll start walking through the Talos Plaza district, checking names on various doors that he passes by. He starts with the nearest house, which is on his right.

"Ulen Athram. Nope."

The next door he sees to his left (across the plaza) is owned by a wealthy Dunmer. Kahreem knows this because he'd been in this manor several months ago, sneaking around and looking for things to loot.

"Can't be that home."

He looks to his far right, and notices a door located just to the left of some guards, and walks there.

"Claudius Arcadia. Rats! I am never going to find this Vantin Onus or whatever the fokke his name is."

But he keeps going straight. To his left are two doors: Agarmir and Matthias Draconis are the names on the placards, and with each of these names he begins to feel a sense of frustration. But then finally gets lucky "Yes!" and finds the door he's looking for. He places his lockpick inside its keyhole, finds it's three-tumbler, and smiles.

As the night above begins to lighten, Kahreem manipulates the lock, breaking in on his fourth attempt.



5:59 AM
Inside the home, Kahreem is greeted with the same soothing music he's heard in other wealthy-class homes and castles. The aroma of fresh fruit and sweetrolls wafts through the air. Silverware on the table, and rare books in the shelves. But the Weet Bandit only notices these things momentarily. For a moment, he actually forgets why he is in the home of this 'Vantus Onin'.

"Can my eyes be deceiving me?"



He takes a closer look at the tall bottle on the dinner table before him.

"Why yessss. I do have a lovely bottle of Cheap Wine for ye. It'll be zero gold for the night!"

He says this, and it's not long before the bottle is empty and discarded, right on the floor. And to make matters worse, Kahreem decides it's been awhile since he's truly trashed a home, and soon all the forks, spoons, goblets, and plates on the table have been strewn about, helter-skelter.


"Ahh sorry Master Onus. Guess you can say I'm not much of a maid."

Getting back to the task at hand, the Redguard climbs the stairs to the man's bedroom, thinking that this might be the best place to hide the Icestaff.

"Locked with a single-tumbler, ha!"

And like that, the Weet Bandit makes his way into the Imperial's bedroom.

9:48 am
Nobody is inside, which is odd. Wasting no time, he spies a chest nearby and decides to see if it will fit inside, which it somehow does. After performing this task, he looks around the room he is in, which is modest and well-kept, yet there's another bottle of the cheap stuff nearby.

"Oh yes, come to papa."

Kahreem downs this bottle too, and begins to feel that woozy warmth causing him to sway slightly on his feet. Luckily the job has been done. He raids through several drawers, barrels, and sacks, and finally finds something new to wear in the man's wardrobe. This is just before 'the man', a white-robed, white-haired wizard, catches the Redguard thief in action.



"For the love of Azura, can't a man get any privacy? GET OUT of here!"

Kahreem can't help but grin as he stands before the wizard, newly drunkened, and wearing some of the man's best clothes. He starts giggling like a boy, then laughing absurdly. He doesn't even know why!

"I'm warning you, get out or I'll call the guards," Ontus says in a mixed Imperial & Breton accent.

"Ohh but I am Aarmhayre the Great! ... No, I meant to say Vince the Spice Merchant! NO!!!" Kahreem laughter brays now. He's about to go to jail, he knows this for a fact, yet he cannot help but move from the silly man in white robes before him. He grabs an ear of corn left haphazardly on the man's desk, and begins to munch on it, spitting kernals of corn all over the floor.

"Put that back, you worthless thief!"

"Oh? You would like me to put this half-eaten piece of food back on your well-oiled desk? Sure!"

With this, Kahreem falls to the floor, rolling about in tortured, belly-aching guffaws. He feels damn-near paralyzed in this state, knows he's got just seconds before a guard shows up, but cannot make a move until this actually happens.

"Ohh heee heh ehe heeee!" he giggles. "You have a big, white magical stick in your chest, sir!! Might want to do something about that!"

"Break the law on MY WATCH, will ya? It's off to jail with ya -oh- and no golllld to pay your fine, hmm? It's off to the lockup then.."

"Fine! Let us to go to jail then!" Kahreem says, downing the last of the second bottle of Cheap Wine.

"Hope you rot, criminal scum!" smiles the guard smugly, looking forward to the bragging-fest he'll be hosting with his buddies later.



This post has been edited by Renee: Dec 23 2022, 02:52 PM

Will Kahreem ever be finished with that darned staff, I wonder..?

Let's find out! I'm doing one of my live roleplays. It's like a Let's Play done with words.

Oh Kahreem, Kahreem. You little drunkard, you.. It would have been an easy drop for almost anyone but you had to drink those bottles right then and there, didn´t you?


Nice one, Renee!

Kahreem of Weet

Loredas 4:00 pm
Sun's Dusk 24, 3E 433

Level: 6
Days Passed: 90
Days Jailed: 20
Fame: 0
Infamy: 9



"Hey, did you hear that? I thought I heard someone calling out for a guard, That's our cue!"

The Weet Bandit scoffs at this as he is lead from the confines of The Bastion, the Imperial City's jail. But even as he scoffs, he has a flash of wisdom pertaining to the life these Imperials lead.

They get paid, they have a secure life, and in the eyes of many, they are applauded for their work. Unlike yourself. Look at you, being escorted from jail once again. Wearing cheap, smelly clothes and damn-near broke. Once again.

Kahreem looks inside the sack he's been handed back from the guards after his 3-day stint in the clinker, which contains all his legal possessions.

"Two torches, one rusty-ironed daggar, one potion of healing, and a couple of damn keys. That is it. That is what your life amounts to, in the eyes of the law." He also notices he's been given back the key to City-Swimmer's flat down in Bravil, as well as ten lockpicks. This is odd. He doesn't legally own the Argonian's flat, and do they want him to actually use those lockpicks?

He wonders if perhaps he might have a better existence if he somehow became a city guard. Well-fed, and well-championed. The thought comes quickly, and goes quickly. He imagines standing around all day, getting paid one damn Septim for all this standing around. Food is provided, and bed is provided, but really, ONE Septim? .. Banal conversations with other guards about 'new greaves' and 'that blasted thief!' ... Standing in the rain, and the hot sun. No. There's no way.

It's these thoughts that spur him on to his next one: getting back to Bravil as soon as possible, where he's been promised by Methredhel some gold. S'krivva is apparently supposed to now pay him for all his trouble.

Kahreem makes his way back to Methredhel now, hoping she's still in her Talos Plaza 'hideout' after his 3 days in jail. As he does so, a soft, depressing drizzle of rain begins to fall.


6:54 PM

"Greetings!"

"This had better be good!"

Kahreem shuffles in his cheap jail clothes. Sandals that have been rotted to their cork cores. He's played many roles in his life, and worn many disguises, but right now he's not feeling the 'jail scum' look he's got on now doing anything other than embarrassing him.

"Me childrin ahh stahhving, please help!" says a beggar.

Kahreem can't help but laugh. "Come on now! Do I LOOK like I have any fokkinge gold?"

It's not long before he's back in the temporary home of his former contact, to report on the situation with Ontus and the missing icestaff.



Unfortunately, she is not here. Nobody is here. After a short meal, beef and garlic left to go cold on the dinner table and (of course) a shiny bottle of the Cheap Stuff to go with it, the Weet Bandit decides he'll head back to the Waterfront. Get in some better clothes, and go have a visit to Methredhel's swarthy shack.



Sundas, 1:59 AM



"I don't know if I can help you, but I'll try," says a female elf standing in the middle of Methredhel's shack. She wears a green top, while another elf stands by, this one wearing even less. A third figure lies asleep on the floor. To Kahreem's wine-blurred eyes, he cannot tell which of these elves (if any) is actually Methredhel. But he likes what he sees. Two nubile, very feminine elves, and not very much left to the imagination. Who cares if they smell a little rancid, a little too much like they've been living on the docks for years now?

"I see you're a follower of the Grey Fox, too!" gushes one of the pair.

"Hey you know ladies. A little crowded in here, doncha think? .. Why don't we take this soiree back to my house, and both of you can sample the finest this Redguard has to offer, in the High Rock way."

"Go ahead, please," says the one in the brownish-red hair and slinky top.

"Go ahead? Here? What are you kidding? .. I've got my very own galleon, moored right up on the waterside, there. All three of us can fit in there, and we can all have our own slice of the sea!"

"I doubt it," Methredhel the elf answers.

"You doubt it?" he asks in a smoothly calm tone of voice. "You think I am not telling the truth? .... why it's right out there! Was owned by some pirates and ruffians, 'til I took them down with my club long ago. Yup, that was me!"

"You're full of it!" the elf returns, suddenly agitated with the Redguard, 'Cream' or whatever his name is; one Redguard versus all those pirates! Wasn't he supposed to be on his way to Bravil?

Kahreem decides to take a moment to regroup his thoughts, and replies with this: "Listen, I'm a little lonely, okay? I need some company. We'll all be fine right here. It's a little cramped, but what the fokke. I've got plenty of booze and food, see?" he says this, and then shows them the contents of his night sack, which is crammed with Cheap Wine bottles.

"You've got a point," Methredhel smiles, liking what she sees.

"Then let us get to the celebration then eh?" he says this, and uncorks a bottle. "To the Thieves Guild. And a pair of elven maidens: blond and mahogony, may we all drown in this purplish liquid."

"Ahh, you do me too much honor!"



And with that, Kahreem made sure his first night outside of jail in three days was a good one. S'krivva and her gold can wait.



This post has been edited by Renee: Dec 23 2022, 03:01 PM

Good and funny story! Methredhel's reponses fit well with Kahreem's flirting. I also liked a part about "one septim per day" and "rancid smell".