I just love it when that urge falls upon me. Good for you, Renee


Second night at the North gate coming up for Lothran. It´s cold, but fortunately he has to make patrol rounds every now and then around town and that helps keep him warm. That, and his Warming Up spell...

He will be off in time for New Life Festival though

Lothran is having a night shift!

Yeah, and he´s still guarding the North gate. He got his time off withdrawn. Guess they really needed him

Buffy's in Bruma!

She quickly discovered several things:

-Aetherius (Lothran's horse) and Superian are still great friends.
-According to the East Gate guard, Lothran is on duty at the North Gate.
-Lothran's locked cabin is, of course, not elf-proof. Buffy sighed happily to see the bear pelt that Lothran keeps for her neatly rolled up near the hearth.

Olav at the Tap & Tack was happy to give Buffy a jug of warm soup that was big enough for two. Bundled in furs, she made her way through the city to the North Gate.

"You didn't think I'd miss sharing New Life Festival with you, did you?"

Seeing the wisps of white hair poking from under his helm and happy crinkles form at the corners of his ruby eyes made the traumatic trip from Skyrim well worth it.

Standing guard during the New Life Festival is always worth it for the sake of Bruma, but gets even better when a dear friend comes to visit!

Buffy knew she was always welcome to Lothran´s cabin even if he´s not there. The fire was kept burning and the pelt was laid out and ready at all times. In that regard it was almost a little like a roadside inn, always ready to tend to a weary traveller. Though this particular "inn" only catered to a very certain blond elf currently living in Skyrim..


Seeing that his friend was alive and well always brought joy to his heart. Soon enough they would trade stories of what they´d been up to since last time they met and safely to say, Lothran was eager to hear about what Buffy thought of a province that was more cold than the Jerall Mountains!

If only Buffy could convince Lothran to explore the northern province as well...

Maybe he would, but I think the steaming barrier is too much for him..


Speaking of whom, he´s now off-duty after six days on patrol/guard!

That's beautiful ... Buffy returns.



Aye, had heard about this barrier of steam in the past. But after witnessing it with my own eyes, I can conclude that as long as the steam vent is kept off its line, 'tis not so bad. But I understand. Not everybody wants to venture so.


Yeah? So what does Lothran do in his off-time? He like any alcohol or whatnot?

This post has been edited by Renee Gade IV: Jan 2 2015, 05:17 PM

He wanders the mountains, hunts goblins and ogres, visit the shops in Bruma, makes potions etc. But right now he´s spending time with Buffy, though I don´t know for how long she´ll be there.

He doesn´t like alcohol a lot, just the occasional mead simply becasue there isn´t anything to drink that isn´t alcohol.

Is the lady at Applewatch farm still alive in Lothran's world and does he ever pay her a visit?

That farm is such a cozy, quiet place, one of my first characters lived there together with the lady whose name escapes me right now. Perrenia / Pellenia?

“Good morning, girls.” Superian stood next to Lothran’s mare, Aetherius, and both horses softly nickered their welcome as I entered the stable’s barn and closed the door behind me. After producing a pair of brown sugar cubes from one of the pouches at my waist, I gave one to each horse. “Here, these are from Jerric and his friends.” I had cried when Selena at the mages guildhall presented me with such a wonderfully thoughtful and generous bag of gifts sent by my friends who had spent Saturalia in Solitude - snowberry lip balm, a bottle of Tamika's, wheel of Skingrad cheese and even an enchanted journal book!

“I can’t stay long this morning – but I’ll be back soon. J’skar’s making fresh sweet rolls and they should be ready just in time for me to bring some to Lothran. After a late night of guard duty, I can think of no nicer way to wake him that with the smell of hot, freshly baked sweet rolls.” Even though she didn’t need it, my fingers absently groomed imaginary tangles from Superian’s luxuriant white mane. “Like many of his race, J’kar seems gifted when it comes to preparing anything sweet. And Lothran will need his energy, for he said we could go for a ride in the Jeralls today. Judging by the look of the morning sky outside, I bet we’ll get some more snow today.” I smiled. One of my cherished memories was of snow dancing in Lothran’s white hair while riding in these very Jeralls years ago. Hopefully, I would get to see that again today.

Buffy's gif! WOOOOOOT !!!

She is, but Lothran rarely visit her. They don´t have much to talk about

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A newly baked sweetroll? Well, if that doesn´t wake up a Dunmer, I don´t know what will!

After six days on the watch it was nice to finally get some time off, and what better way to spend it but with a good friend? Riding out into the mountains was a good way to relax so Lothran looked forward to it. The area around Bruma was almost always clear of riffraff so it should be safe, but both Superian and Aetherius were quick and could easily leave most foes behind scratching their heads if needed. That is, if the two elves didn´t decide to play "fetch the arrow with your body" with them...

It turned indeed out to be a nice day. Snow fell gently to the ground as did peace. The mountains sure was a nice place to be with its crisp, clear air. After some time, Buffy spotted something through the falling snow and asked Lothran to look where she pointed. It was a horse, but whose could it be? There wasn´t anyone around.

-Well, it´s either a Legionnaire´s horse or... No, it must be Honmund´s. He´s often in this area, but why would he leave his horse out here?

The two elves went to look for Honmund. Maybe he was in trouble, or perhaps lost? Or maybe he had simply forgotten about his horse and gone back to Bruma without it? He could get distracted so it was possible. While Buffy rode back to town to go look for Honmund, Lothran took care of the horse and lead it back to the stables.

And sure enough, Homund was in town. He had completely had forgotten about his horse standing out in the wild, unprotected! It must have felt awkward being stared down at by someone much shorter, but if there was something Buffy cared about, it was horses..

Hee hee hee poor horse. Too bad you couldn't rein it back to safety. It'll be alright though. As you say, enemies can be rather sparse in that area Honmund goes hunting.

8:44 AM, Last Seed 24, 4th Era 5
Lady Saga is back in the Imperial City. No luck with Ayleid statues #9 and 10, but she is going to visit Order of the Virtuous Blood, which means I believe she's about to become a bona-fide vampire hunter.

She also got to Level 13, far beyond most of my PS3 and Xbox characters. I put +5 into Willpower, +3 into Agility, and +1 into Endurance.

This post has been edited by Renee Gade IV: Jan 3 2015, 11:09 PM

mALX - Thanks again for the wonderful little picture of Buffy you made!

Renee - In some ways, it would be nice if Saga never finds that last statue - that way she can search and adventure forever in a neverending story.

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The morning turned out wonderfully as Lothran, I and the horses enjoyed a pleasant ride. The Jeralls accommodated us with an almost perfect day of gently falling snow.

When we encountered an unattended horse, Lothran recognized it and suspected the owner, Honmund, had simply become distracted picking mushrooms and wandered back to town without his horse! I realize that not many can summon, unsummon and teleport their horse like I can, but how could one simply forget about and abandon such a beautiful animal? With a sparkle of mirth in his red eyes to counter the fury in my blue ones, Lothran suggested I ride ahead back to town and look for Honmund. He said he would search the immediate area before escorting the Nord’s horse back to the stable.

Sure enough, I found the big Nord in Olav’s Tap and Tack with a bag, likely filled with mushrooms, under his bar stool. With courage supplied by a paralyze spell ready in one hand, I gave him a piece of my mind! Happily, his reaction wasn't hostile and I concluded that Lothran had been right – Honmund was easily distracted; perhaps from being hit on the head too many times by ogres or eating too many mushrooms.

I spent the afternoon wrapped in a bear pelt and serenaded by Lothran's cracking fireplace as he and I shared tales of the adventures that had filled our time apart.

Lothran was well familiar with the dangers of Pale Pass of course, and wondered about my journey from Skyrim. Although elusive in my reply, I assured him that I did not transit Pale Pass. In fact my method of travel was not overland at all. When the subject of my return to Skyrim came up, I replied, “I must leave day after the morrow.” I had tasks awaiting in the northern province and, as gracious a host as he was, I knew Lothran enjoyed his solitude and hardly needed a little chatterbox with pointed ears hanging around for too long.

That evening, we went to the Tap and Tack for dinner. Olav added quite the embellishments as he told Lothran how I had 'dressed down' a Nord three times my size because of a horse. I was, in fact, nervous about running into the victim of my ire again, but my mind was set at ease when Honmund cheerfully tipped his mug at me from across the tavern. Olav then went on to lament that the bard who normally sang for his patrons was out sick. . . so I volunteered to fill in for the evening!

"Buffy... sings? That was a new one!" thought the Dunmer to himself. It didn´t sound bad by any means, only... surprising!


The next day was all spent in the shops of Bruma. Buffy needed to stock up on supplies before the long trip back to Skyrim and Lothran helped her carry whatever she bought; new clothes from Skjorta, warm pelts and torches from Suurootan, some food from Olav and Hafid, and of course some potions from Selena at the Mages Guild. Lothran wondered how Superian was supposed to carry all that but Buffy assured him it wasn´t a problem. Saddlebags combined with magic and Buffy could store almost as much as she wanted!


Back in Lothran´s cabin they both helped out to prepare a nice dinner. "We must fill your belly before tomorrow!", Lothran exclaimed with a grin on his face. And what a feast! The finest mutton together with slices of roasted potato and a salad made from the finest heads of lettuce, corn and tomato. All that washed down with some wine from Tamika and for dessert; sweetrolls from Salmo and a freshly made apple pie from Alga!


"Maybe Superian can carry all the things you´ve bought, Buffy. But are you sure she can she carry you..?"

I'm loving the back-and-forth dialog, it's awesome!

What Renee said, you two are telling a great story of Lothran's and Buffy's friendship! I feel almost sad that she has to return to Skyrim because it's nice to read about Lothran in company and they really go along well.

Thanks, guys

Lothran snuck a present into one of the saddlebags on Superian when Buffy wasn´t around. Hopefully it can be of use to her. After all, sometimes we all need to get ahead..