Lopov - Maybe he did It was interesting to find that ogre there, that´s for sure. Let me quote Lily Aldrin: "After all this time, we still have firsts" cause that certainly was a first


Someone who sometimes turns green, rips shirt and grows to giant proportions..


I´ll try to get her autograph for you, Acadian..

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And now the Dunmer is resting at the Fighters Guild in Skingrad. I originally just planned for him to go to Brina with a Black Horse Courier paper but as it turns out, he was done with Anvil for now and did not want to return to Anvil but rather press on to Imperial City and the Waterfront.

Turdas, 6:25 PM, Heartfire 26, 4E, Year 5

Level: 13
Birthsign: The Lord
Class: Ranger

Days Passed: 397
Active Quests: 31
Quests Cmptd.: 30

Fame 24
Infamy: 18
Days Jailed: 29

Gameplay: 457:51:37



"How goes it?"

"I have been in research, Maglir."

"Is that so?"

"I affirm this is so. And in my researchings, I have made positation that the final and remaining Ayleid statue rests somewhere deep within the eastern areas of Blackwood."

"Looking for action?" Maglir tries to change the subject. "Think about the Fighter's Guild."

"For the hundredth time, naught I say, Maglir! I will not make joinings amongst a posse of ramblant ruffians, to have somebodies else kiting for my attendings. For I have preferring of my own directings and followings within Cyrodiil." Lady Saga explains, trying to hold on to her patience. "I pay gold to you to make such followings amongst my company, and have much appreciatings. But I will not and have not such interests toward this 'Fighter's Guild'. Are we of understanding?"

"If you say so."

"Blackwood. 'Tis where the final statue must rest. And we are to traverse toward, but first I have desirings to make visitation of Bruma."

Why Bruma? Aerin of Valenwood doesn't quite know. But the air in central Cyrodiil had been hot and muggy as of late, and a good dose of chill seems to be all Saga wants to experience. It's been awhile since she has been there.

Budding freshly into adulthood, and highly successful in many of her ventures, Aerin had become well-known throughout the land of Cyrodiil. Not as well-known as the man who had conquered Mehrunes Dagon some seven years ago, but certainly the most famous archer of her time. This was a position which she took no gloating within; never would she bask within some sort of public glory, for instance. When recognized, Saga merely ignored those who might gush, or might give this person a silent sort of nod. Yes, it is I, which you have made recognition of.

Overall, she feels a lot more comfortable in Cyrodiil than she used to be, long ago back in the Third Era. It helps, of course, that she's finally got some people to join her, now that the Oblivion Crisis is long gone. Once she finally locates the final statue, she does believe that she might perhaps return back to her homeland, although this could happen months into the future.

"Pass another mead, would you?"

Maglir does so, as his boss's tongue continues to unwind.

This post has been edited by Renee: Apr 26 2015, 04:26 AM

So Saga is close to the full set of ten? Nice


Oh, while in Bruma, can you ask her to check up on Lothran´s house and make sure Pepper (tmar´s girl) hasn´t wrecked it..?

This post has been edited by mirocu: Apr 26 2015, 07:37 AM

Ha ha ha will do sir!

Seems Saga is close to complete Umbacano's collection.

Just curious, why is her infamy so high?

Tonight was a bit special because tonight Lothran and I went back to Vilverin - a place we haven´t been to since he got out from the prison in the early 2007. At least I don´t think we´ve ever been back.. Maybe we have peeked in once but I´m pretty sure we haven´t explored it fully since then.


We actually came across a small room in the first section we missed the first time through! It´s the room with the pile of Welkynd Stones and the Dirty Scroll. That scroll alone was worth the entire revisit

Wait, huh? Details!

Nothing more to say, really. It´s the room to the far right in the first section of Vilverin that contains that scroll that´s like a diary. I was surprised when I saw all those Welkynds laying on the floor because back then I picked up everything. Then it hit me I must have missed that room back in 2007

I know that room. It is way off to the right, when we first come down those steps. And yes, there is some sort of note there about mining Welkynds or something. There are a few interesting things in there.

That's neat, mirocu! Buffy enjoys Vilverin and would clear it often. I'm sure it must have been pretty special for Lothran since he had not been back there for so long.

Yes, finally I got the history of the ruin everyone´s been talking about for all these years!


It brought back a lot of memories so it was interesting to see it all again


Btw, Lothran left both some enemies and treasures intact in case Buffy decides to come down from Skyrim and have a go at it again..

Did he find a green robe and the matching hood too? Or did he already find it before?

I remember that many of my characters missed this robe.

He didn´t see that this time so either it´s well hidden or he picked it up in 2007. I think he has that robe and hood but I must check it up to be sure.


Oh btw, he´s in Cheydinhal again now. No particular reason this time


How your gaming coming along, btw?

This post has been edited by mirocu: Apr 28 2015, 09:01 PM

I have a new character and I'm taking screenies and writing stories but I'll post them with a slight delay because I want to test the game some more to see that this time everything works as it should. Besides, I'm still adding minor mods as I explore Nexus though not any big overhauls except Fran's mod. I became a n00b in modding Oblivion after being away for so long that's why I made some mistakes when modding it at first, and it was better to drop my first character instead of trying to fix that mess.

Hope you'll like my stories...but they'll be a bit longer.

ow, you and your Fran's


They better be !

I am...

Stunned

Confused

Kinda pissed off

And rather upset.

Sal was making his way down towards Leyawiin. Normally my characters run straight for Chorrol, so I didn't mind the change. But Sal never made it to Leyawiin. Two thirds of the way there he veered off the road, and crossed the river, heading east. He charged into the swamp, and kept on going, getting faster and faster, his gait shifting to suit the terrain. He reached the border of Cyrodiil and Black Marsh, and disappeared.

I didn't have a clue what had happened, until I remembered about some of the npc chatter. Isn't there a bit going around about Argonians being called to Black Marsh? I guess that's what happened to Sal. All I know is he won't be seen in Cyrodiil again


Edit: Having pondered this a little, I've worked out what went wrong; it was his backstory. He never wanted to come to Cyrodiil, he had no reason to stay in Cyrodiil, so why wouldn't he leave when the opportunity, and the impulse, presented itself.

Additional: There is currently a Dunmer sitting in a prison cell in the Imperial City. I don't know his name yet, nor his goals. But I do know he has a skillset that I've not seen before...

This post has been edited by Callidus Thorn: Apr 29 2015, 10:57 PM

Maybe it's better not too put too much emphasis on a backstory and instead discover it (or not) as you game. The same goes for character's goals and motives. Hopefully you stay with your new Dunmer longer.

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A heavy storm was raging over Blackwood, when a guard stationed at the east Leyawiin gates spotted a hooded man in grey robes approaching the town. The man’s thick robes offered a good protection from the downpour, but the same couldn’t be said for his cheap braided sandals, hence his feet were wet and muddy. The man came to Cyrodiil fifteen minutes ago by a small fishing vessel that dropped him off in the Topal Bay a distance south of Leyawiin. After checking a weathered road sign that the town in front of him is indeed Leyawiin, the hooded man continued on, towards the eastern gate.

“Good evening,” the gate guard greeted him. He wondered what anyone would do outside in such a downpour. Ah, but perhaps he is looking for a shelter.

“Good evening,” responded the young stranger. “Perhaps you can help me. I’m looking for a place to rest.” The gate guard wondered why the stranger doesn’t refer to “places to rest” as inns as most other folk. Unless he is too poor to pay for an actual room. Judging from his shabby robes and sandals this wouldn’t be a surprise. But nonetheless, he was here to serve and protect and right now his code dictated him to point the stranger towards any of the two inns in town.

“There are two inns in town, north and east of the chapel.”

“I see…thanks. And the chapel is…?”

“Orc named Mazoga says she's a knight. I doubt it. The Count wants it looked into. Why don't you talk to him?” said the guard instead of answering the stranger’s question. The Count was known to give a raise to any guard that successfully directed travelers to his direction. Why even bother finding a chapel when I just arranged him a meeting with the Count himself?

“Emm…I see…but…”

“The Count appears for audiences in the County Hall near the throne weekdays between 8 AM and 4 PM.”

“No, not interested. Thanks anyway.”

The guard shrugged his shoulders as the hooded man opened the large gate and entered Leyawiin.
Visibility was really poor because of the storm and except a few guards, nobody was outside. The man walked on, trying to find the chapel and thanks to lightning he suddenly spotted a tall tower ahead of him, most likely belonging to the chapel. Getting closer, he saw a wooden building on his right, probably “the inn east of the chapel.” From its looks, the inn looked cheap which was perfect for the current state of his coinpurse.

"Welcome, stranger, to the Five Claws. Food and beds, cheap and good, but most of all, your hostess promises, always clean! Witseidutsei gives you her guarantee! Everything, clean, always, or you do not pay!" the old Argonian enthusiastically greeted the new guest. She knew that the part regarding “not paying” wasn’t true, because she always demanded gold before letting guests to actually see their rooms, but since she kept her humble lodge clean, she never had complaints about bad service.

The stranger put off his hood, revealing bedraggled brown hair underneath. He bought a bottle of mead, some food and rented a room for ten septims. There were two Argonians and one Khajiit guests in the inn, each of them sitting at their own table. After a quick meal, the stranger asked Witseidutsei for a bowl of hot water, and then went to his room. He sat on the only chair inside and as he began thinking about the only subject that currently occupied his mind, he felt his heart pounding strongly.

Why? Why did I even come so far? It’s because of this letter, I know. Maybe…maybe it’s still not too late, maybe I can go back to High Rock. But I can’t do it! Not now, not after I came this far. This letter…it’s more than just a letter…it’s a legacy. And an order.

The stranger opened a small satchel beneath his robe – there were some healing potions inside, two apples, three books namely: Modern Heretics, The Book of Daedra and Darkest Darkness, and next to them was a letter. The bloodstained letter. His fingers shaking, the stranger unfolded it and began reading. He knew what was written, he knew every word by now, but he felt like he has to read it again.

Letter

As Gaspar finished reading, not only his fingers, but his entire body was shaking. It seemed like the note had a magical effect upon him, one that instilled him with fear and with…something else, which Gaspar couldn’t precisely describe.

Of course he heard of Greywyn, the black sheep of their family - the Blenwyth family. Though his late father Edwin forbade talking about him, Gaspar discovered a lot about his uncle’s dark past, be it from old diaries, neighbors or folk tales.

Two weeks ago he received the letter from uncle Greywyn himself. From the man who intrigued him the most but whom he feared the most though he never met him in person. But it was more than just a common letter, it was Greywyn’s legacy. Thinking back, Gaspar found it odd that he departed for Cyrodiil immediately the next morning, leaving behind his job as a mage’s apprentice. Like the letter had some sort of control over him and he had no choice but to obey. Or was it just because of my curiosity?

As Gaspar lay to his clean double bed, he felt like having a storm inside his head, much worse than the one outside. But despite many unanswered questions and fear of what is about to happen, he slept calmly until the early morning.

You edited that letter? How?

Gaspar. Nice to meet you. Good luck, sir.

So...

That Dunmer. Turns out he's a tight-lipped bugger, at least when it comes to talking about himself. He was very talkative when the Blades turned up, spent a minute or so leaning against the doorway taunting them before moving to the back wall.

He says his name is Orvas, though he won't tell me his family name. He's similarly reticent where his past is concerned. All I've managed to get out of him is that he's an Enchanter, though when he described his skillset to Baurus he sounded more like a Sorcerer. He went through the tutorial in heavy armour, throwing flares, but wasn't afraid to go in swinging his dagger. Not quite sure what to make of that. At one point he looked to be considering switching to a shortsword, but apparently decided to stick with the dagger.

Mirocu – Thanks for leaving some goodies in Vilverin for Buffy. Her magic bag of holding and the secret for conjuring forest critters from the saddle were both found there (mods). I hope Lothie enjoys Cheydinhal – I hear there’s a nice Dark Elf bar there for him!

CT – Aww, sorry to hear about Sal. Lizards can be darn hard to catch when they run! And hello to Orvas, the tight-lipped magical Dunmer.

Lopov - It was a dark and stormy night when the hooded Breton, Gaspar Blenwyth, arrived Leyawiin in search of his dark legacy. . . .