Hey man, good stuff. Vibrant imagination. Too bad Tasqmil couldn't sell that daggar!

I love the rainy pic, and the one right after it (from a distance). Keep it up, runlykhel

3:30 am, Evening Star 14, 3rd Era 433


Kahreem and Amusei sneak together, attempting to leave the Pale Lady's hiding place. The Argonian's sense of smell is spectacular, but his hearing isn't so good. Kahreem moves slowly, training his ears. He knows somebody could be coming. With all the racket which had just ensued as he and an orc castle worker fought and killed the dark elf vampire known as the Pale Lady he is pretty sure he heard some footsteps. The Pale Lady had apparently been using prisoners for fodder; drinking blood from those she could get away with.

"If only the count had known that one of his very own employees was a vampire. Who woulda thought?"

Kahreem creeps forward with Amusei the Argonian because there's no other direction to go. Once he is back before the wine cask door he stands still, not making a sound. Training his ears, like any good prowler would. Then he whispers: "You want to be a part of Thieves Guild? Gotta learn not just to creep, but also listen. Listen for THEM, whoever they are. Always somebody though. Know what I mean? ... know what I'm saying? ... Like there was this one time I was breaking into a crypt over in Cheydinhal, okay? And ...."

It's the wine, thinks Amusei as he listens to Kahreem ramble--telling him things he already knows, lettting his mouth run. Thisss Redgaaahd is half-drunk on it, and de jahhhb as welll. Amusei says nothing though. His hearing may not be so good, but with his reptilian nose he could pick out the Cheap Wine on Kahreem's person from a hundred feet away.

"TO ARMS .... TO ARMMMS!"

.... a voice calls from the wine-aging room. "Fokke!" At first Kahreem thinks it's an Imperial guard, but then he notices a certain timbre in the voice. "It's that orc, the one I was just fighting. Apparently he wants more."

"Yoo thiiink?"

"Gonna have to take that fokkinge orc down, lizard-lips. Mind if I call you that? Lizard Lips? ... Anyway, gonna have to take the orc down. Here is what we'll do. I will open this door, let him in, close it, and then we kill him. Okay? Sorry if that's not part of whatever you had planned this evening, like if you had planned to just relax in that jail cell, that's not what is going to fokkinge happen. See? We're taking him down. Gotta do what has to be done."

Kahreem opens the door, but first allows himself some time for natural healing of his body's health to take place *. His plan (however) does not go as planned.

"Well well, escaping prisoners," says the orc. The big, brawny orc has suddenly turned into a big sissy. "Escaping prisoners!" he hisses. He does not attack, instead he stands at the far end of the aging room, calling out so any nearby guards might hear him.

"Fokke!"

But nobody hears the orc. Kahreem had wanted the orc to follow him into the phony wine cask, into the Pale Lady's lair, and fight. But since the orc stays in the wine-aging room, it'll be hard to fight him and not make too much noise. Some guards could show up. Fokke, indeed. The orc doesn't continue with his calling though, instead he walks calmly away. Kahreem sees his silhouette walk out of the aging room, up the room's rampart, and at the top of this rampart he makes a left.

"He's headed back for the jail cells where I fed the prisoner his slop!"

"Whaaat?"

"I'm a slop drudge, Lizard. That's my job. My real I feel slop to prisoners. That is how I managed to get in here and rescue you."

Amusei says nothing, but wonders why the same Redguard who rescued him in Leyawiin is now wearing Bravil guard's armor, while claiming to be a low-paid slop drudge.

Kahreem and Amusei leave the phony wine cask slowly, in case this is some sort of trap. Maybe the orc is luring them into a trap. At the top of the rampart they can possibly turn right or left. The Redguard decides to go left, which means following the orc. He has to go this direction, he hasn't much other choice. Going right would probably put him inside the castle's private quarters, which means he would get lost, caught by someone, and then arrested once again. He's never been in this area before. So he goes left, with his sword and shield readied.

Kahreem doesn't see the orc, and Amusei can't smell him. There is an empty room to his right, and a door further down on the left. The door is locked with a 1-tumbler, and Kahreem opens this easily, wondering if the orc is inside. The orc is not.

"FOKKE!"

Only one direction left to go, and that's back to the jail cells where Kahreem drudged that Nord some slop long ago. Kahreem decides this is too risky. If he follows the orc back to those jail cells and has some sort of confrontation there, he'll be surrounded by guards in no time. But 'back toward the jail cells' seems to be the only possible direction the orc had taken. So Kahreem decides to turn around, walk back up the hallway. There are two additional doors (which he hadn't opened) here. There's a door to his left now, and one going straight ahead. The left-facing door leads to a small room, probably the room in which whoever aged all that wine must sleep.

The door going straight ahead has a placard on it which says it enters the castle's dining room. Good. He is pretty sure the dining room in any castle is okay for public use. The door is only locked by a twin-tumbler.

"First lesson in thievery, Lizard Lips, is to learn to pick locks. I'm going to pick this one. click!And hope we don't get fokkinge clobbered by guards on the other side."

The door opens easily....




9:32 AM
He and Amusei now find themselves at the bottom of a stairway. In here, the castle's magical musical system begins to pipe soft tones, which means they must be in the castle's proper area (rather than its worker's area). The top of the stairs are is semi-lit by one candle, so it is easy to see that nobody is here. Unfortunately, it does not look like a dining room they are in. Kahreem is not sure if he and Amusei would be considered trespassers or not, so both of them keep their crouched position as they move up the stairs.

There are some sacks located on the floor once they get to the top, and Amusei is surprised to see Kahreem loot through them before moving on. All that speaking about being quiet, and the Redgahhd is noisier than I am! ... Kahreem finds nothing in the sacks. There is a sort of hallway (Kahreem thinks) in front of them, and Kahreem waits a long time, listening once again.

"Fokkinge music!" the Redguard rants. "Makes it hard to hear!"

Nobody seems to be here though. Kahreem and Amusei sneak forward once again, and are now in a sort of storage area full of more sacks and barrels. A couple of shelves on their left. The pleasant sounds of harps plucking plays from overhead, maddening the Redguard. There is a hallway with red carpeting to their right, and the Redguard decides to walk this way. Harps pluck, and some sort of wind-instrument moans. Maybe this is one of the perks of royalty Kahreem thinks, but if I ever become a noble, I am not fokkinge having this music play around my ears all damn day.

The hallway with the red carpet goes two different directions: left and right. Nobody here, but the place is very well lit. Dozens of candles. The pair of rogues cannot afford to be seen in all this light, it would be all too easy for them to get caught. But nobody is here.

Kahreem notices the Argonian's clothes. He is dressed in rags, just like a prisoner would be.

"Listen Llizard."

"What should I dooooo?"

"Chances are nobody, none of the Imperials or Bretons or whoever, is going to know who you are, but you look like you just escaped from jail. You see? .. You look like an escaped convict, and that is not good. So next lesson here: always come up with a story. Some bull's crappe. I am a Bravil guard, for instance, as you can see from my Bravil-armor. Now you...... let us say you are my slave. My servant. No ... my slave. You are my slave. I captured you in Blackwood, and discovered you were carrying a ring belonging to the Count of Skingrad, so I personally brought you here. Agreed?"

"Okay!"

"We get caught, and by Sithis make sure you stick to that story. The story is important. Helps you get out of situations sometimes."

"We shall be stealthy," Amusei answers.

The Redguard realizes he might have trouble trying to explain why he and his 'slave' are crouching and creeping through the bowels of Castle Skingrad, instead of standing and walking more proudly. But that is one of those problems which he hopefully won't have to deal with.



11:25 am
Strings and flutes sing from all around. Maddening. To their right, the hallway dead-ends quickly to a door, and Kahreem decides to go this way. He has no idea where he is, no idea at all, so it's best to try to limit their exposure. They come to the door and read its placard.

"Castle Skingrad Living Quarters FOKKE!!!!"

"Whaat is it?"

"Living Quarters, Lizard Lips, are where the people of the castle live. We'd be considered trespassers if they saw us. Must find some other way."

To their left is an opening which leads to another staircase, and this staircase goes upward. The pair decide to go this direction. The Argonian scuffles a bit too loudly, and Kahreem freezes. Waits a moment, then moves on. The music around them seems to blare. The staircase makes a U-turn, climbs another seven feet (or so) and ends at a door at the top/right of the stairs. Amazingly, nobody has caught them yet. Kahreem skulks to the door and reads the placard beside it.

"Castle Skingrad's Lord's Manor."

Normally, such a discovery might be a delight for the Weet Bandit. The Lord's Manor--the place where Count Janus Hassildor lives. But now, with a noisy Argonian on his tail, music screaming all around, and too many candles lighting their every move, Kahreem decides not to go this way. The Lord's Manor is locked by a 4-tumbler anyways. Yes, he checked.

"Alright, that is no good."

Finally, they find the way. Back downstairs they go, back into the hall with the plush red carpet, sneaking all the while. About three-quarters of the way down the hall is a second hall which runs perpendicular to the first. Dead-ends to another door. The pair sneak toward this door.

"County Skingrad County Hall. At last."





12:59 PM
Confident that he is now in an area of the castle which would be considered 'public', the Weet Bandit now stands fully, but Amusei keeps his crouched position.

"Stand up lizard lips, we're okay now."

But Amusei, terrified of getting caught, does not obey. They walk forward and find themselves in a large chamber; obviously the Count's court. The music is still loud, louder than what might be heard in other castles, but it doesn't seem so annoying to the Redguard anymore. In celebration, he removes one of the bottles of Cheap Wine he stole, drinks it down, while Amusei makes a face.

Below Kahreem and his 'slave' are a couple of folks, dressed in pleasant upper-class clothing.

"I suppose Count Hassildor keeps Skingrad running smoothly, but you hardly ever see the man," says a Breton man below.

"I have hearrrd some strange stories about Count Hassildor," an Argonian replies." I'm sure they couldn't be true, though."

The Weet Bandit and his pretend-slave walk boldly into the castle's court area.



This post has been edited by Renee: Jan 4 2023, 04:28 PM

Our regularly scheduled program, "Adventures of The Weet Bandit", will not air this particular week. We apologize for any inconvenience.

The following is a journal entry made by an NPC follower named Mimi. What has happened up to this point: Renee won her first three Arena matches, and after this decided to head south. Gabrielle really wanted to see Bravil (I rolled a 10-sided die to come to this decision from her), so there was a trio at this point: Renee, Gabby, and Mimi.

Mimi is the one bitching below. Not my best work, but it's kind of funny.







This post has been edited by Renee: Jan 4 2023, 04:33 PM

Interesting NPC behaviour. Think it´s safe to say you enjoy that mod, right?

Oh yes. CM Partners is pretty neat; and quite different from Companion Share & Recruit. CMP adds extra NPCs to the game, while CSR does not. CSR merely allows us to hook up with NPCs who already exist in the vanilla game. I use CMP for Renee's game, but CSR for Snaat Rayag's and Saga's games. I like the variety, you know?

Yeah sold on cmp myself; love how you can make your owm cmpartner as well as convert old ones to the cmp format (like Tasqmii).

(Been over at eso lately- got it for free- it's not typical mmo (cut my teeth on COD,BF, and Halo) and am having fun with it. Don't understand all the negative posts- maybe they just want everyone to stay away so they can have it to themselves.)

This post has been edited by runlykhel: Sep 22 2014, 01:43 PM

Or maybe Zenimax managed to work out a lot of early bugs?

Renee, how funny to hear about Renee from the disillusioned Mimi!

After major technical issues Darnand and NPC Jerric finally made it to Kvatch. They’re taking care of some business for Savlian Matius, acting Steward of the city. I expect they will head to Cheydinhal afterward assuming things go smoothly. They’ll probably walk down to Anvil first. Darnand’s pack is loaded with flax seeds for potions and he prefers to work at home. Mostly though he’s missing the company of his female (also non-Nord and less flatulent) friends.

OH no, what technical issues? .. My PS3 that I've had for nearly 6 years is finally YLODing. It's happened to everyone else, yet I assumed that it would never happen to me. Well, it has. I actually wound up buying a new PS3. I don't game on it much, but I don't want to lose all my classic saves from over the years: Dyan, Eradi~Kate, etc. I am lucky because I've managed to transfer some of this material from old to new, but it's been a slow process. The old PS3 keeps freezing and stuff.

Good luck in Anvil. I actually often hotkey flax seeds, assuming somebody like Saga goes around collecting them. She'll wind up with so many of these, you know? It's easy to hotkey this item, and then wind up relying on boosted Magicka regen rates for a good long while.

Now it is time for some Kahreem of Weet. Everybody ready? I am. We last saw him in Castle Skingrad's Great Hall, sneaking along with Amusei.


Fredas, 1:09 pm
Evening Star 14, 3rd Era 433

Days Passed: 110
Days Jailed: 24
Bounty: 500

Standing in the Great Hall of Skingrad's castle, Kahreem of Weet and his new partner Amusei seem an odd pair. A Redguard dressed in the armor suit typically worn by Bravil's Finest, and an Argonian dressed in rags. The Redguard stinks of sweat and Cheap Wine, while the Argonian smells like he's been in jail for several days. Which, in fact, he has. This unlikely pair now stalks into the Great Hall, while a Breton male and Argonian female converse from below.

"Escaping prisoner!"

The castle's music drones bucolically on from above and all around. Below Kahreem and Amusei, a black-haired Imperial seems to recognize something is wrong, and calls out to anybody who might possibly be of assistance.


"Help! Come quick!" he calls out, but to no immediate response from the guards, or anybody else.

"Don't you worry Imperial, I am here to escort this prisoner back to Bravil, where he is wanted for horse theft, of all things. Horse theft, skooma trade, and storing Cheap Wine in the cellars of Skingrad's castle, too. Right alongside of Surilie's and Tamika's. Imagine the hypocrisy!"



As Kahreem and Amusei walk by the castle's resident Argonian, she actually hunches down in fright. "Escaping prisoners!" she says.

"Hey, I am not a prisoner. Let's get one thing clear. I am under strict orders from Count Caro of Bravil. I am to escort this prisoner personally into the arms of Bravil's patrols. Any problems with this, and you'll have to have words with one of the fokkinge counts. Clear? .. Now I am going to walk through this door, after which I hope to never return to this uppity town again!"

And with this, Kahreem stalks off, through the doors. ...,.


.....and out into the courtyard of Skingrad's castle. Once out here, he suddenly wonders if the Argonian was serious. She had said 'escaping prisonerS'. Plural, not singular.

"Why the fokke would she say that?"

And Kahreem quickly realizes why, through his somewhat drunken haze. Amusei, the lizard who has now joined alongside of him, actually is a prisoner, and Kahreem has chosen to let him free, probably earlier than he should have been freed. He has no idea what the lizard had been in jail for, but certainly his sentence had not ended when he had shown up. Which means both he and his new partner are now wanted men. Somehow the people in the castle already know this.

How do they know? .. Who fokkinge knows. Perhaps the orc who had witnessed the fight between Kahreem and the Pale Lady might have alerted people to a Redguard wearing guard's armor paired-up with a jail-freed Argonian.

"Listen lizard lips."

"Questions??"

"No, not questions, answers. We must get out of Skingrad safely. There is no other way. We'll have to be careful, though. I have a plan. Ready?"

"Whaat should I doo?"

"RUN, that's what. If we run into trouble, we'll just fokkinge run. Get the Oblivion out of Skingrad. We'll run all the way back to the Imperial City if we have to."

"Let's be ssstealty."

"No, you misunderstand my words, lizard. You can't fokkinge run and be stealthy at the same time. But that is okay. You'll know what to do when the time comes."

Kahreem has a look around the castle's outer courtyard, and decides it's best to keep moving. This area is a major thoroughfare for guards and citizens alike, who constantly walk in and out of this area. Right now, they are lucky nobody is here.

"Let's go."


2:03 pm
The two now leave the courtyard, and out onto Skingrad's giant overheard bridge. The sky is blue, the air is fair. Way in the distance, Kahreem can see the Imperial City's White Gold Tower. That is where I am headed, he thinks. He comes up with yet another plan.

"You know what lizard?"

"Whaaat?"

"I think maybe I will jump off this bridge."

"You tiiink?"

"Well, not jump off it, but get off of it. Somewhere down there is a stable where I put my horse. I bet if we slide down that hill we can find ourselves with some easy transport."

"Okay!"

He gets on the side of the bridge. The jump below is about ten or fifteen feet. He thinks he can survive this. As he looks below, he sees a sight which makes him giggle: a pair of jail-issue sack cloth pants lying on the ground. Chances are, he is the one who threw these pants off just a few days before, after leaving jail for horse theft.

He changes his mind. It seems foolish to run and hide like this; jump off a bridge, hoping not to get caught. He's dressed as a guard, why not act like one? The people inside the castle may have called his bluff, but that does not mean those who might see him outside will do so.

He decides to cross the bridge instead of jumping off it. Amusei follows. As they make their way down the hill on the opposite side, Kahreem sees the orc who is his boss, the one who hired him to be a slop drudge a couple days earlier. He says nothing to the orc, and this is fine. The orc says nothing as well. He seems to have no idea that the Bravil guard he's just seen is the same Redguard he had hired to slop drudge to prisoners.

"Ha haaaa!"

Once the orc has passed, Amusei pulls Kahreem aside. "Anything for my savior!" he says.



"What?"

"He told me to give this message to any member of the Thieves Guild that asked about him or a booook."

"Who, Theranis? ... What else did he say?"

"'Look under de bush near de well, behind Nerastarel's house.' I was going to take it for myself, but I owe you a great debt. Yoo should take it."

"How about we both take it, lizard? And where is this Nestrabetel or whoever the fokke's house?"

Amusei tells Kahreem: Nerastarel lives in a manor somewhere in Skingrad.* And then, he turns to leave.

"Safe journey too yoo," Amusei says, leaving Kahreem to figure the rest for himself.



This post has been edited by Renee: Jan 4 2023, 07:20 PM

Nice story, so they finally made it out of the castle!

It's convenient that the Orc attacked him in the cellar earlier, because it 'explains' why Kahreem was also regarded as an escaped prisoner.

These Kahreem updates make me feel like I´m watching episodes of Prison Break which, well... This was a prison break, wasn´t it?

Too bad about your PS, Renee But I´m glad you got a new one. Wasn´t too expensive, right?

I think I got a bad spawn. It was scary. I’m using a mod before the patches are finished, so I’m really asking for trouble. Sorry about your old PS3. I’m glad you’re able to rescue your characters. All but one of my original ones are on the same old machine. Yikes.

Hotkeying flax seeds is a great idea! Jerric in particular tends to snack on them with his Atronach-cursed magicka. I'd guess they're also good for digestion, lol.

Kahreem’s Bravil guard disguise was perfect for this caper! The discarded pants made me laugh. Nice work!

@ Lopov: exactly. How would those NPCs know who Kahreem (in guard's armor) and some crappy-dressed Argonian are? .. Makes sense that the orc somehow spread the word.

@ mirocu: Yes, PS3s are soooo cheap right now. That's the only good thing. I [censored] lost my saves though. They're all on my old PS3, and right in the middle of transferring info from old to new the old one froze. I tried reviving it several times, to no avail. What this means is all my old saves (Dyan, Ann Thraxx, Blue Wizard, etc.) are locked on there. I'm saving the old PS3 anyways. Maybe someday somebody will figure out how to get into locked-up hard drives or something.

@ Grits: ohh, it was a PC issue. I'll remember that then. No playing with beta mods. And yeah, Kahreem has a habit of immediately disrobing just after getting out of jail, so there's often some discarded jail clothes right near the exit of where the game puts him after his sentence is served.

This post has been edited by Renee Gade IV: Sep 29 2014, 12:55 PM

I fired up Oblivion last night and this afternoon, and spent some time with my Ayleid Queen Astarte. Astarte has been doing the main quest. She has made a pact with Martin Septim. She will see him on the Imperial Throne, and he will in turn recognize her as the rightful Queen of Silorn.

The Dawn is broken, and Astarte has taught Captain Burd and his guardsmen how to close Oblivion Gates. She has even given Martin the Ring of Khajiti. Next up, the blood of Tiber Septim, and Allies for Bruma.

Yesss I remember Astarte from the Hot / Not contest. Good luck with her exploits.

Evening Star 14, 3rd Era 433

Days Passed: 110

Quests: Lost Histories, Paranoia

Where we left off: Amusei, an Argonian who seems to wish he were Thieves Guild, has told Kahreem of Weet where to find a book called 'Lost Histories of Tamriel', a book which is being requested by the Thieves Guild for some reason. In return, Kahreem has freed this Argonian for the second time. Kahreem is eager to return to Bravil, where he will meet S'krivva and will no-doubt collect hundreds of gold, but first, he has some busniess in Skingrad to attend to.



"What is it?"



...asks one of Skingrad's guards on this oh-so-fine Fredas. The guard had been looking forward to soaking up some sun on his daily afternoon shift, and what a glorious day to earn a Septim on.

"They call me Bargo the Redguard, sir. I am new in town, here to assist the Count of Skingrad with an assistance of winery shipments."

'Bargo' wonders if this makes any sense. He wonders if the guard he speaks to will try to arrest or accost him in some way. If the guard asks, he has no idea what to say about this so-called 'winery shipment'; nor does 'Bargo' know the difference between Tamika's and Surilies. They both taste like toe-cheese to him. Not only that, but Bargo also has no idea whether he's wanted by the law or not. After all, he had just managed to ...

(1) break into the Castle's private regions
(2) assault an orc,
(3) kill a dark elf vampire, who apparently was a trusted employee of Skingrad, and
(4) assist a prisoner to safety.

So Kahreem / Bargo is surprised when the guard speaks to him freely. "Afternoon, sir." The guard bares his teeth while he says this, but this is all he says. It's the many things he doesn't say (... like 'IT'S ALL OVER LAWBREAKER...) that has the Redguard doing a double-take.

"I do thank you kindly, sir," the Redguard says in a foppish, high-pitched tone of voice. "Might I beg of ye a question? I need to find a particular home located in this fine town of Skingrad."

"What are you looking for?" the guard asks, still baring teeth. Bargo / Kahreem notices these bared teeth.

"Oh come now, we are both of the same ilk, are we not?" Bargo / Kahreem asks, while pointing to his guard's armor. "We both protect and serve, it's what we do, we both offer travellers to 'come find me' when they are in danger, and we both earn a single Septim a day."

"This had better be good."

"I am looking for a house owned by a certain 'Nerasteral'. This 'Nerasteral' is wanted by the Count of Bravil you see, and I am of partaking to locate the fellow. Or madam. As it were. Now if you will kindly...."

But after several minutes of small-talk and flattery ( "What a great story!" ), as well as some parted gold ( "For me? You shouldn't have." ), the guard is no closer to revealing the location of Nerasteral's house than he was before the Redguard guard had started his conversation. And it's no matter...

"Goodbye".

... it's no matter because it is now mid-afternoon, and Bargo ... err Kahreem ... is exhausted, especially after spending so much time sneaking around. Looking for hidden doors. Being attacked by, and then killing a vampire, and so on. He is pretty sure an entire day has passed since he last served some slop to the Nord inside Skingrad's jail. An entire day of no sleep. He needs to rest. The hidden book can wait.

He heads straight to Two Sisters Lodge, a place which apparently only has one sister in attendance at its sales desk.

10:15 PM
The Redguard awakes, has a meal of stolen shephard's pie, corn, and a couple beers, then gets dressed in ordinary town clothes. He thinks about retrieving the book he's been assigned to retrieve, but then comes up with another plan.

10:53 PM



"So, what did you discover at about the upstanding Davide Surilie?"

Kahreem thinks back a couple days. Was it two days ago? Or just one. Does it matter? ... Searching through his beer-fogged mind, at first he cannot even remember what his conclusion about Davide actually was. But then, it comes back to him. Davide Surilie. Kahreem had not even bothered to stalk the man! .. What would the point have been? Glarthir is crazy, paranoid as can be. Everybody told him so, and Kahreem can only conclude that what they say is true. He hadn't even bothered to see if Davide was following Glarthir or not; instead, he had simply gone to serve the Nord his slop, up in the castle's jail.

"You were exactly right, Glarthir; Davide Surilie has been following you! He is one of THEM."

"And so it all falls into place.. yes, yes, it all makes sense now."

"It does? .. I mean YES, it does!"

Glarthir takes a moment to scribble something on a piece of paper, which he hands to the Redguard. "This is your last task," he says.

"Okay. Sure it is. And I shall get right on it, sir. But I think you might be forgetting something. You know.... something shiny and...."

"Ahh yes. Here's the gold, as promised!"

"Gaaah -- gaah -- gooah -- !"

"I always pay my debts, and then some. Do the last .. task .. in that note, and I will pay you much much more!"

"Maah -- maah -- MORE???!?!"

...Glarthir then hands so much gold to Kahreem, the Redguard can barely breathe, let alone speak. How can a man possibly have so much gold on his person, and be so willing to part with it, for things which do not even exist? Kahreem feels he's now a rich man. There's no other way to put it. He's not sure how much gold he has been given overall, he has actually lost count, but he feels as if he can now comfortably walk around in an upper-class black and gold outfit, while also having the clout to back this sort of outfit up.


Loredas, 1:09 AM, Evening Star 15

"Four-hundred eighty-one ... four-hundred eighty-two..."

Two hours later, the Weet Bandit is still located behind Skingrad's Chapel of Julianos. Counting his gold.

"Four-hundred eighty-six..."

He hasn't even bothred to read the note which Glarthir has given him..

"Four-hundred eighty-seven gold. I am rich. I have four-hundred eighty-seven gold in my man-purse."

.. nor has he bothered to try to locate the mysterious book, Lost Histories of Tamriel, which everybody has been so mad to possess.

"Hello, who are you?" he asks himself. "Why, my name is Kahreem of Weet," he answers himself. "What do you do, Kahreem of Weet, for a living?" "Well, I am many things to many people." "Such as?" "Such as ... a berry picker. An art dealer. A spice merchant. A re-locater of busts. And, of course, most proudly, a slop drudge." "My my, you must have a lot of gold, with all those jobs you have!" "Why yes. Matter of fact I do, now that you mention! I have lots of gold, indeed!"

.. he speaks to himself in a manner which amuses only him. In a good mood he is, celebrating his many different selves, of which many around him see many different sides. He thinks back to his banditry days, so long ago they seemed, when he had scrounged around for nothing. Living on Cheap Wine, yes, and a decent amount of gold, yes, but also having to share it with others in his clan. Well those days are long-gone. Say hello to the new Kahreem of Weet, man of newfound wealth and pleasantries.

When he finally reads Glarthir's note, the chapel's bell tolls.

This post has been edited by Renee: Jan 4 2023, 07:32 PM

So the bust-hunting slop drudge is dealing with Glarthir now.

Heh, he even avoided the 'It's all over, lawbreaker!' speech from the guards.

I love the part where Kahrem talks to himself!

Kahreem has indeed come a long way since his skooma-sucking days in Bravil!

Yeh the guy has come a long way, that's true!

It's weird to think that we've been at Thieves Guild for over two years, and just 3 months have passed in-game, ya know?