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Today in Cyrodiil, spoilers version, TES: 4 Oblivion character accounts & stories |
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Renee |
Aug 30 2015, 05:25 AM
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From: Ellicott City, Maryland

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Yes, Snaaty's game went from zero to fun again! We did go into Salted Mine; Snaat Rayag nearly got killed in there by the way. Luckily, he had his gang of hooligans with him. I'm not sure what happened to them, there was this huge fracas in Salted Mine, and Snaaty's health was low, so he had to run outside. Well, one of the bandits came out there with him, but I have no clue what happened to the rest of them. We didn't find their corpses when we went back in there later on. Must have something to do with their "No Low Level Processing" deal. Since this is the spoiler's forum, I can also add that Salted Mine is full of vampires. :evil: And there's no way WE would have been able to finish this quest if it weren't for the fact that I've got Maskar's Oblivion Overhaul, and I've got the "Vampires burn in Sunlight" feature checked on.  Maybe it's cheating, but this is a dead-is-dead game. Snaaty's getting his ass handed to him, so he runs outside. If he had chosen to go into Salted after nightfall, he would have been killed, but because it was day, he got lucky because the main vampire guy (and a few other generic NPCs) wound up dying as they burned in the sun. I will post Sarah's next update tomorrow, I think. I'm gaming with her right now. There isn't much to it. I've never spent so much time in one establishment, watching people come and go, but I don't want to spoil what's been happening, so .... tomorrow. This post has been edited by Renee: Aug 30 2015, 05:33 AM
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Renee |
Sep 2 2015, 01:35 AM
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Joined: 19-March 13
From: Ellicott City, Maryland

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QUOTE Fredas, Heartfire 7
Rain. Rain. Rain. Falling and falling. Will you ever desist?
It is to be my first day looking for work. I purchased some lower-hand clothing, so I won't get my nicer threads I bought from the Imperial City all torn and wretched. And what has happened? Nothing. Nobody is there. Nobody showed to the vineyards. Except a single stablehand, who looks as if he lives outdoors at all times. And one other man. And a guard by the town gate. No-one else.
They say I am to speak to Tamika, or one of the Silrilie brothers. Or is it Surilie? Although I rarely partake of alcoholic libations, I know these names, but had not knowledge that I might be meeting with their very land-owners. Famous wines across all of Tamriel, and this is where the grapes of such wines are farmed. Any-ways. I am to speak to one of them, it does not seem to matter which, or whom. Explain my situatings, that I am in need of gold, and stranded in this affable, but unfamiliar, town. I will make a guess they have perhaps a sort of farming job, piking picking their many rain-drenched grapes. Well, if 'tis to be, I can pick some grapes, of this I am very certain.
My real talent is for alchemy, but those blimely imperial city guards stole away my mortar bowl and crusher. Those bliming mutton-heads. Perhaps after toiling in these fields, should I ever meet one who can gain me employment, I might have some manner of payment, for a new alchemist's set. 'Twas not my intention to continue my alchemical talents here in Cyrodiil, though. I am wanting that to be a thing of the past, perhaps.
We shall not talk of my past at this very moment, however.
Well, one thing at least, of alacrity, a bright moment within my otherwise drab and wretched entrance into Skingrad : the fire. Fires, I should say. Yes, the Tamrielites I have seen here in town know the importance of a good hearth. I can sit by the fire, for hours if need be. Sit and gaze in and dream. Let it rain. My comfort is here. I gaze and sit and dream.
Well, enough. Let me brave-up and stalk right out into the downpour, once again. Perhaps Tamika, or one of those brothers have shown, by now. Rain. RAIN. And why so much? I thought I left such weather behind, long behind.
~Sarah ~
This post has been edited by Renee: May 10 2023, 05:20 PM
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Renee |
Sep 7 2015, 01:20 AM
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Joined: 19-March 13
From: Ellicott City, Maryland

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QUOTE Heartfire 8
Am I desperate, or am I proud?
Today I managed to experience both such emotions, and during the same hour. I did manage to gain employment, here in Skingrad, but not outside amongst the vineyards. Those twits who manage the farms of Tamika made it very obvious and clear, that they did not desire my services.
And I am now quite fine with this reckoning. Who wants to toil outside in the rain? Not I. For I had not knowledge of how much dreadful rain falls, here in Cyrodiil. Oh, I expected there'd be some, for sure. But every bliming day?
As mentioned, I did take a job, and now I am the cook of Two Sisters' Lodge. I work for the boorish orc lady who runs the esstablishment. I have not knowledge of Are not orcs all boorish, however? Tonight I am roasting some venison, and taming salted meats, all under the watchful eye of Mog gra-Mogak, I think 'tis how her name is spelled. Each slab of meat must roast for some time. And each one, I vary a little, so that are some are rare, and some are cooked throughout. I know not of if Mog will be pleased.
As moments pass, the grit now roasting or boiling, I walk about the room, pick up things, place them upon tables, or the bar itself. Things which rowdy or careless patrons have tossed, I tidy up. I make the inn proper. These are not a part of my duties, thsee cleanings, but it does help pass the time. Mog should be pleased, but being an orc, chances are she might not have much notice at'all.
I no longer dwell much thought toward my aunt Matilde. And I know not what to do next, ote other than follow with steady employ. I shalt not return to Solitude. Cann*t go back. I think that even if they changed their minds, and allowed my return, that I might even refuse their offerings. No, I want to dwell here. Right here in Skingrad. I feel I Must. At least for curiosity's sake.
I think I am done. Yes, yes I am. All ten of those slabs, cooked. Dreadful. Yet safe. I am safe, I am fair
I feel proud, as mentioned, because of my working, yet I feel desperate, because I have need to.
Now, for my payment. And a sit by the fire.
yes, my comfort, by the fire. Lighting and lashing. I feel akin, and cannot wait. Who is of need to work outside, under the pouring rain? Not I. I have every-thing I need, right here. The fire. Dwell in its colors. I have wishes you could speak, as you comfort me.
This post has been edited by Renee: Sep 7 2015, 01:32 AM
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Renee |
Sep 12 2015, 12:39 PM
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Joined: 19-March 13
From: Ellicott City, Maryland

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Morndas, 5:18 pm, Morning Star 28, 3rd Era 434Kahreem awakes. For once, he knows where he is: somewhere deep within the Marie Elena, in one of its many beds. The ship's wooden structures creak all around. The air is damp. It always is, inside his ship. He gets up, dresses himself with a mishmash of clothes: royal red blouse up top, cheap burlap trousers, and creaky leather shoes. He knows it doesn't matter what he wears, he's going to wind up in the same place, no matter what happens out there. "Well, time to face the madness." He gets up, walks down a creaky hallway, wondering if he's going in the right direction. Sometimes, he can get lost in his own home. But he finds the ladder he's looking for. This ladder will lead to ... the rest of his day. Before he climbs it, he decides to go on a hunt for anything to calm his nerves. He quickly finds what he's looking for. Gulps it down quickly, heading up the Captain's ladder. #_#_#_#_#_#_#_#_#_#_#_#_#_#_#_#_#_ 8:06 pm....and it doesn't take long, before he is personally greeted by one of the Waterfront's Finest.  "STOP! You violated the law. Since you lack the funds to pay the court, you must now serve out your sentence. Your stolen goods are now forfeit." "I need to speak to Hieronymus Lex. No, I'm serious." The guard smiles. Yeah, that'll happen. "Fine. Let us go to jail then." "Hope you rot, criminal scum." #_#_#_#_#_#_#_#_#_#_#_#_#_#_#_#_#_
10:08 pmKahreem also smiles. The chances of him "rotting" in jail are slim. The Imperial City's jail cells are some of the better ones. Tamped floors, well-washed and shined stone walls, ever-burning torches to light (and warm) the space he'd be in. All told, he wouldn't be treated so badly. They'd pretty much leave him alone. The only thing he'd need to fight would be boredom. One second. Ten seconds. One minute. Ten minutes .... The seconds and minutes would pass okay, it was the hours which would be tough to deal with. "One-thousand and seven. That was my bounty when they caught me. Hah. And the thing, I was about to do them a service. I have an important job to do, for once, if they'd just let me do it. Being a courier's not so bad, come and think of it. Cyrodiil could use some important people like me." An hour, has it gone by yet? Kahreem has lost count. How many hours would one-thousand and seven gold demand? "Fokke." #_#_#_#_#_#_#_#_#_#_#_#_#_#_#_#_#_ Fredas, 12:04 am, Sun's Dawn 8He's well into the second month of the year 434 when he is finally released, and actually, his stay hadn't been as dreadfully dull as he'd been expecting. Kahreem had listened to some of the guard's chatter during his stay, turns out that some sort of 'hero' had managed to save the town of Kvatch. The daedric occupation of this town had been ended. This was good news! ... Rumor had it that the Savior of Kvatch was an aging wizard, who had formerly been employed by the Legion to write magical scrolls. Well whatever. As long as the threat was being dealt with by somebody. He decides to leave the prison district entirely before disrobing and tossing his jail clothes. Then he goes for a walk, all over the Imperial City. Looking for Lex, but also looking for a beggar, to possibly get some information from. He's down to one single lockpick, and has seven gold. Too risky to go on a spree, then. He walks from the Markets to the Elven Gardens District, which oddly did not contain any real gardens. (Lol) Why did they call it the 'Garden' district, then? "I don't know if I can help you, but I'll try," says a shirtless dark elf. "Hieronymus Lex." "Go ahead, please." "Looking for the man, have you seen him?" "He is captain of the Imperial Watch. He is pursuing a personal vendetta against the Thieves Guild and the Gray Fox." "Okay, and ...?" "I heard the Gray Fox personally humiliated Lex years ago when he tried to arrest Armand Christophe for Theft. Lex has never forgotten this." "Sure, but do you know where he is? I am actually looking for the man. Yes, me." "I was in the Thieves Guild," says the shirtless elf, taking on a bit of attitude in his voice. "But I'm out now. I retired. Too old for that foolishness. I don't keep up contacts. You get out? You stay out." "Whatever. You obviously know who I was, and yes, I was Thieves Guild. Now I'm not. I have found a job as a courier. Curtis the Courier, at your service. In fact, I have this very important letter to deliver to Lex himself. He'll thank me gladly with gold once I find him." "The Fighters Guild is recruiting again!" "Forget it. I'm not joining Fighters Guild; haven't you heard? A wizard had taken care of the threat at Kvatch. It's over and done. And I need to do my job," Kahreem says, suddenly thinking of the remaining bottles of Cheap Wine in his ship. "Now, off with you, shirtless dark elf." "Shadow hide you." "Whatever." This post has been edited by Renee: May 10 2023, 05:34 PM
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Lopov |
Sep 12 2015, 03:39 PM
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Joined: 11-February 13
From: Slovenia

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He knows it doesn't matter what he wears, he's going to wind up in the same place, no matter what happens out there.Kahreem's days indeed end up as getting arrested or being on the run.  Knowing how useful citizens of Cyrodiil can be at times, Kahreem will probably have to track down Mr Lex on his own. I liked his description of jails in the Imperial City. Maybe he could write a book and compare jails all over Cyrodiil.
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"I saw a politician the other day." "Horrible creatures - I avoid them whenever I can."
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Renee |
Sep 19 2015, 12:25 AM
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Councilor

Joined: 19-March 13
From: Ellicott City, Maryland

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QUOTE Afternoon, Heartfire 8
My second day at work, oh how dreadful and dull. But quiet, and dry. I would not have believed any-one if he had said "the rain it does fall in Cyrodiil". 'Tis of not belief, that here 'tis, a new day, and with yet another spat of down-pouring. The causeways must be muddied up so. Am glad I dwell within, where the hearth is glowy and warm.
That orc, however, how boorish. Hos How fetid. Rude, and of annoyance. I speak now of my over-seer. Orcs can be all thse things and more, of course, but this Mog ... she makes trollls seem affable.
But I do earn some coin. Gained 10 gold yesterday, imagine that? for cooking up many portions of venison stew and salted meats. Today, she has me roasting boar. Drudgery, but I must not fret... if I can save some gold, I might procure myself a book, should Skingrad have an actual store where such tomes can be purchased. This would make time pass by.
~ Later in Evening
Blime, you would NOT believe what I have just found! A note! placed wtihin my very own rented quarters! A note of parchement, written by who? I know not. Allow me to disclose.
I have been in the habit of using just one set of drawers in-side my room. Well, there are really two drawer-sets, but I have been using one of these. 'Tis Not like I have the wardrobe of a baroness, understand? Well today, just now in fact, I had a look inside the second set, sussing out of curiosity. And lo, there's nothing to be seen of course, except I found this rolled parchment in one of the lower compartments.
I have made attachment of this parchment within my journal, I shall share the words here:
"To Sarah Phimm,
Apologies for not meeting you, Sarah. I am here, but I must stay in shadows for the time being. Inconvenient for you, but in time, all will be made clear."
I ... do not have words. What to say? Who placed this here, and when? And was I even sleeping at the time? 'I must stay in shadows," it says, well who is this "I"? Was this scribed by Matilde? Why must she stay in shadows?
I feel I am maybe going to go mad! So tumulted.
I have not been in the habit of locking my door, but should I do so as of now? Fright, just a tinge of fright, of not knowing, of not seeing. But what if I lock my door, and now I have cut off all communing with Matilde? Or whomever has taken the time to pen this note?
I must dwell upon these concerns.
~Sarah~
*To see note, click here*This post has been edited by Renee: May 10 2023, 05:40 PM
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Renee |
Sep 26 2015, 10:08 PM
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Joined: 19-March 13
From: Ellicott City, Maryland

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Morndas, 5:11 pm, Sun's Dawn 11, 3rd Era 434Kahreem of Weet Level: 8 Playtime: 190:18:52 Health: 153 Magicka: 54 Fatigue: 211 Days Passed: 169 Days Jailed: 48  "You look familiar. Do I know you?" After hours of searching, he cannot believe his eyes. Not just because he has found the man he's looking for, but also because of the way has found him. He cannot believe his eyes, for this man's armor has hurt them. The glint which came off its metal was so bright, Kahreem was momentarily blinded by it! Their eyes meet. "How can you know me, sir? For I am new in town. Robbit the Redguard is my name, I'm a courier, and I have something for you. Let's see here--" "State your business, citizen." For all his previous hatred, all the times he had scoffed and taunted Katheem in the past, the man in the shiniest armor of all doesn't seem to recognize the Redguard before him. Well good, maybe my ruse has worked, then. "I have something for you. You are Hieronymus Lex, I presume?" "Yes?" "Ah, here, I found it. It's a decree, that you shall appear... well, here, you read it." The man with the shiniest armor in all Cyrodiil's eyes sweep the page quickly, and efficiently. He thinks (at first) that the Redguard's about to hand him information on the latest heist, the latest stolen bust, the latest rumblings about a Waterfront rant. No, these things are not in the nature of what's to come. "I've been reassigned! This is outrageous! The Gray Fox had a hand in this, I know it." "The Grey Fox? Are you sure? But this parchment was handed to me by her lady, Countess Umbranox of Anvil, just two days ago. Or maybe three. I know of no 'Grey Fox' sir, and if I did, I'd certainly tell you of his whereabouts." "I am bound by duty and honor to obey this order. After all these years, he has finally won," Lex says, apparently disbelieving the Redguard with the foppish voice. "Maybe fate will be kind and deliver him to me in Anvil." "If you say so, sir. However, these things are not of my concern. My job is done here. Shall I escort you right away to Anvil today? She is expecting you. Anvil's got quite a situation going on, you see. Revolts, pickpockets, and thieves. You'll be dancing with slaughterfish, I assure you, sir." "I'll leave at once for Anvil," answers Hieronymus. "Sounds fabulous! And I shall join you, as promised. Just let me get my--" But the man with the shiniest armor in all Cyrodii begins striding away, unconcerned with the words of a lowly courier. "Hah, well glad that is done! And well now, I believe it's finally time to get my pay." "What's your story?" asks a fellow Redguard walking by. "My story, Jair, you fokkinge dip, is my coinpurse. Which is hopefully going to get highly fattened next time I go to Bravil," answers Kahreem. "Oh yes. S'krivva me-furry-lady here I come.' This post has been edited by Renee: May 10 2023, 05:46 PM
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Lopov |
Sep 27 2015, 11:21 AM
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If Lex's eyes could shoot more than mere glances, Kahreem would be an ash pile by now. It seems that people of Anvil will be blinded by Lex's shining armor from now on. Kahreem is making a slow but steady progress. IIRC, the most interesting quests begin after this one so you're in for quite a treat.
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"I saw a politician the other day." "Horrible creatures - I avoid them whenever I can."
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Renee |
Sep 29 2015, 12:33 AM
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Councilor

Joined: 19-March 13
From: Ellicott City, Maryland

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QUOTE
It is morning, probably late morning. Spent myself a restless night, tossing within my rented bedsheets, not quite sure if I hat have slept, and if so, how much I slept. Kept looking at my door. Looking for stray shadows beneath its crack. Some-body coming? Some-body here? Some-body ingressing my dorm, slipping inside, despite there being a lock in place?
Just the knowing that some-one is here within Skingrad, some-body knows who I am, and seems to be watching my every move. I am not so easily frightened, as the dwellers of Solitude would surely attest, yet the bags under my eyes from lack of respite tell of a much different tale.
I had thoughts of taking leave from my employ today. An absence from Mog, that dreadful orcess. Truth is, it feels best to stay scuttering and engaged. Assisting Mog, preparing meals for any incomers. I have been earning 15 gold per day, five of which I spend on consumations, and the following ten for my dormicile, although Mog did not charge for this today. Miniscule pay, but I have not desire to stay within my room all day.
~ late evening
Oh I am famished. And pitiful, and dreadfully drained. My bed, it calls. I am so tired. If ten ghosts and ghouls might frequent my room tonight, and I'd just lay deadly-inert.
But I mi must write about the fire. The fire, it spoke to me! As I gazed into Mog's upper-hearth, my toiling done for to-day, I was mesmerized to hear voices, distantly calling, but voices indeed. I stared more intently, captivated, and unsure of who might now frequent about my person, for I know not.
But .... could be my imaginings. Could be not a thing of concern. I am quite sleepy, as mentioned.
And no, my guileful letter-writer has apparently not returned. Which I have taken with relief, yet also disappointment. Who-ever it was who placed the note into my dresser has not made her (his?) return to-day.
Now for some rest. My door, sturdily locked.
~ Sarah ~
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