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Today in Cyrodiil, spoilers version, TES: 4 Oblivion character accounts & stories |
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Renee |
Oct 4 2015, 03:10 AM
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Councilor

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

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Sun's Dawn 13, 3rd Era 434
9:01 AM Kahreem awakes in Pell's Gate, wearing the armor of a Bravil guard. At one point he had sworn he would never wear this particular gear again. The truth? This is the best he's got, hidden away within the Marie Elena. So he had donned this the previous day, then headed in a roughly south-easterly direction toward Bravil, on yet another stolen horse. Arrived Pell's Gate on the previous night.
9:33 AM He leaves Pell's Gate's only inn, and is immediately greeted by a hungry boar. One of the residents of Pell's Gate, a Nord man, starts attacking this boar, and so the boar is distracted from Kahreem, and begins attacking the Nord. Kahreem's first thought is to go back inside the inn (where it's safe, who wants to fight a boar?), but then he does the right thing, grabs his sewer club*, and begins fighting
Tough little bastard, though. This boar will not give up. And Kahreem's health starts to fail. Where is his horse? Gone, apparently. He begins to run. Runs south, but he doesn't want a wild boar running around, possibly becoming a threat to the rest of Pell's Gadte. He's trying to do the right thing, after all.
9:54 AM His next idea is to run in a roughly north-northeasterly direction. Toward Fort Homestead, where there will (no doubt) be some bandits waking up, greeting the sunlight. Kahreem heads there, hoping the boar will follow him. Once he's there, the boar will now be breakfast for the bandits, if everything goes right. Kahreem wasn't having much luck against this enemy, his club isn't very effective, apparently.
10:18 am He nears the fort, and hears the twing of a bow. *twip* He expects to get hit by some arrow, but then he hears the boar make a squealing noise. Wonderful, they're attacking the stupid boar. Good work, guys. Kahreem decides to run, and hides behind a nearby wall, until the bandits finally kill the boar, which takes a few minutes. He listens for their footfalls, while still hiding, and at first, he thinks he's okay. Nobody seems to know where he is. But then one of the bandits (a Khajiit) sniffs the air, and knows the Redguard with the Bravil guard armor must be near.
Next thing, Kahreem is being chased by three bandits Fokke! Where's a guard when you need one? Oh wait...
He decides to run again; there's no way he's taking on three at once. "You dare face the might, of the IMPERIAL LEGION?" he yells, as he runs away. He runs now in a roughly eastern direction, hoping to find a fellow guard to help him.
11:34 am
"Rrrrragh!"
As he crosses over a bridge, another bandit spots Kahreem, grabs what looks to be a giant hammer, and climbs the hill he's on to give chase.
"Hey this is no fair! You know I was once one of you, okay?"
Four against one. But Kahreem is faster than the others, mostly because he hasn't got his weapon drawn, while they do. So two of them fall behind, not wanting to stray too far from their precious fort. But the other two follow, both of them carrying giant hammers. Kahreem pauses to rest for a moment, and regain some health, when he spots just what he's looking for: an armored man on a horse.
"Sire, some assistance!"
*shing!*
The guard sees what's happening. A fellow guard in trouble? And joins in the fray, but the bandits ignore this man, and keep running after the Redguard guard instead, for whatever reason.
"This ends here!"
"Yes, and only one shall leave the battlefield alive."
One of the bandits seems to have fallen behind, fighting the Imperial. Kahreem can hear the swings of their fight, as he's now on top of a nearby hill, but he can't see them, a boulder blocks his view.
"Aahhh!"
His final opponent is a Redguard lady, probably about his age, as many bandits are, because they're all too stupid to grow old. Kahreem knows he can just run down to the Imperial's unattended horse and steal it. But he wants a fight. So he begins beating the Redguard lady with his sewer club. He also feels for his Redguard heritage, making him stronger and faster in an instant. Within moments, the Imperial begins to climb the hill, and it's not long before the Redguard lady bandit fails.
"Aaagh!"
Kahreem hears the sound of a bow again, and fears one of the original group of bandits has decided Homestead isn't where the action is this morning, but then Kahreem sees a man wearing green wool, a legion forester, has come to the rescue. The Imperial road patrol turns around, and begins heading toward a nearby Ayleid ruin, so Kahreem sees his chance. Rushes toward the horse, mounts it.
"Thief! You won't get away with this!"
But both guards are now too busy trying to take down a clannfear. Kahreem gallops the horse, which quickly leaves the scene. He hasn't done the right thing this time. But hey, two out of three aint bad, right?
This post has been edited by Renee: Oct 4 2015, 03:21 AM
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Lopov |
Oct 10 2015, 09:31 PM
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Councilor

Joined: 11-February 13
From: Slovenia

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Vion's life has just become complicated, now he has a huge bounty on his head. He was on a good way to expose Audens Avidius, the corrupt Imperial Watch Captain, so he arranged for Avidius' victims to testify to Hayn, the other Watch Captain, who promised to arrest Avidius if he gets enough witnesses against him. When all was said and done, Vion went for a walk and ran into Audens Avidius behind the Arena. They talked and Vion mentioned the corruption to him which led to Avidius trying to arrest Vion. The young Imperial resisted and the two clashed, and the battle ended with Vion killing Audens Avidius. Now with a huge bounty on his head (thanks to a mod), Vion had no other option but to flee the Imperial City, since the soldiers would not listen to his explanation. Four legionnaires tried to catch up on him but he managed to outrun them on the City Isle by making a few leaping and deadly jumps.
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"I saw a politician the other day." "Horrible creatures - I avoid them whenever I can."
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Lopov |
Oct 10 2015, 10:08 PM
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Councilor

Joined: 11-February 13
From: Slovenia

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Yes but it should take a really looong time since a bounty on his head is more than 100,000 septims. I intentionally use so high values because: 1) then my characters think twice about killing someone and 2) vanilla bounties are ridiculously low, even for murders. But in Vion's case it just happened so spontaneously, it didn't feel right to let himself be arrested. Right now he's in the Imperial sewers, weighing his options of living as a man on the run or going back to the Imperial City to surrender. If he turns himself in, he'll be free in a few years.  However, his roleplay became all the more interesting because of these unexpected events. This post has been edited by Lopov: Oct 10 2015, 10:17 PM
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"I saw a politician the other day." "Horrible creatures - I avoid them whenever I can."
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Lopov |
Oct 11 2015, 10:08 AM
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Councilor

Joined: 11-February 13
From: Slovenia

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I roleplayed that Vion asked beggars where witnesses live, because beggars are supposed to know everything. Then I checked markers on the map. I use Bounty Reduction Over Time and Adjustabe Bounties. I was using Populated Prisons but it glitched and prisoners were outside rather than inside their cells.
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"I saw a politician the other day." "Horrible creatures - I avoid them whenever I can."
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mirocu |
Oct 11 2015, 10:25 AM
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Spam Meister

Joined: 8-February 13
From: [CLASSIFIED]

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QUOTE(Lopov @ Oct 11 2015, 11:08 AM)  I was using Populated Prisons but it glitched and prisoners were outside rather than inside their cells.
Thatīs not a glitch; they simply served their sentence and got released! Well, some may have broken out... This post has been edited by mirocu: Oct 11 2015, 10:25 AM
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Lol birdIt matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.
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Lopov |
Oct 12 2015, 02:38 PM
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Councilor

Joined: 11-February 13
From: Slovenia

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A murder of an Imperial Watch Captain was a harsh crime and to ensure that the culprit will be brought to justice, mages at the Arcane University casted a special spell from the school of Mysticism called "Projection of the Wanted", thanks to which every soldier in Cyrodiil knew murderer's appearance and value of his bounty. This spell was the only way to arrest criminals that tried to avoid Imperial law by hiding in other regions, since every soldier serving in the Legion, whether the one patroling Anvil docks or the one Count Skingrad's bodyguard or the forester chasing deer behind the Inn of Ill Omen, knew how criminals looked like. Now all soldiers knew the name of Vion, his crime and his bounty. And while all of them were eager to arrest him because he killed their fellow soldier, such measures weren't necessary at all because on one sunny day in Frost Fall 3433, only a day after Audens Avidius was killed, Vion opened large gates of the Prison District. He immediately caught attention of a nearby guard and this one knew very well what he has to say: " Break the law on my watch, will ya? I'll be confiscating your stolen goods. Oh, and no gold to pay your fine, hmm? It's off to the lockup then." "I came to surrender, soldier. But I don't carry any stolen goods. I just want to say that..."But the soldier couldn't care less what the most wanted criminal in Cyrodiil had to say. However, he knew very well what he has to say next: " Hope you rot, criminal scum." Having changed his fine leather armor for shabby prison clothes, Vion was thrown in a cold cell of the infamous Imperial City Prison. He hoped that Itius Hayn and other witnesses would stand up for him and tell their side of the story, and with a bit of luck he might be found innocent since he killed Avidius in self defense. That's all what he could do - hope. Hope dies last. But it dies.
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"I saw a politician the other day." "Horrible creatures - I avoid them whenever I can."
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Renee |
Oct 15 2015, 01:15 AM
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Councilor

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

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QUOTE Heartfire 10, early morn
And here 'tis, the next one. Confounded, I am. Too confounded to fathom downward, for my daily shift with Mog. Abi Another one. A letter. Dropped within the night, left behind by some-one who knows me, and knows OF me, and perhaps wants to drive me mad.
"Dearest Sarah Phimm" it says. "I watched you today, as you cooked for the orc woman within Two Sister's Lodge. Such trouble you place upon yourself, and such burden. I would pity you, but these are the choices you have made. Here, and back in Solitude."
.. and it continues, a second gathering of text: "Oh, I know of Solitude. I know what happened there. I know many things about you, in fact. Where you were raised, how you were trained, how you took some matters upon your own terms, and caused a ruckus. And your subsequent dismissal from the town, itself. All these things, I know."
... a third gathering of text: "This is not to frighten you, however. I know these things, yet, I wanted you here in Skingrad, and so now you must ask yourself why?"
... and that is all it says. What am I to make of this? If I were a devotee of the Nine, certainly I'd be cowering toward Akatosh, or Arkay, or whomever. So this person claims to know about Solitude? Well if they claim this, I believe it. And it makes me not frightened, but perturbed, that some-one has the nerve, the temerity, to invade my dormicle at night, which I have locked and inspected two dozen and twice, and yes, I affirm that is was lotcked, that it IS still locked. Somebody was in here, with ME, as I slept so soundly.
Somebody who watched me as I cooked for Mog. Who could it be? I think back to the Two Sisters' a patrons, not one of whom seemed mysteroious, or even caustic. No-one who seems as though he, or she, could have made entrance into my locked, 10 Septim room last night.
I must concentrate as I toil today. Consider faces, and voicings. Inflections of voice. Perhaps I might notice some-one, who has a bit of peculiarity about himself, or herself.
~Sarah
This post has been edited by Renee: May 10 2023, 06:25 PM
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mALX |
Oct 15 2015, 10:59 PM
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Ancient

Joined: 14-March 10
From: Cyrodiil, the Wastelands, and BFE TN

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QUOTE(Renee @ Oct 14 2015, 08:15 PM)  QUOTE Heartfire 10, early morn
And here 'tis, the next one. Confounded, I am. Too confounded to fathom downward, for my daily shift with Mog. Abi Another one. A letter. Dropped within the night, left behind by some-one who knows me, and knows OF me, and perhaps wants to drive me mad.
"Dearest Sarah Phimm" it says. "I watched you today, as you cooked for the orc woman within Two Sister's Lodge. Such troble you place upon yourself, and such burden. I would pity you, but these are the choices you have made. Here, and back in Solitude."
.. and it continues, a second gathering of text: "Oh, I know of Solitude. I know what happened there. I know many things about you, in fact. Where you were raised, how you were trained, how you took some matters upon your own terms, and caused a ruckus. And your subsequent dismissal from the town, itself .All these things, I know."
... a third gathering of text: "This is not to frighten you, however. I know these things, yet, I wanted you here in Skingrad, and so now you must ask yourself why?"
... and that is all it says. What am I to make of this? If I were a devotee of the Nine, certainly I'd be cowering toward Akatosh, or Arkay, or whomever. So this person claims to know about Solitude? Well if they claim this, I believe it. And it makes me not frightened. but perturbed, that some-one has the nerve, the temerity, to invade my dormicle at night, which I have locked and inspected two dozen and twice, and yes, I affirm that is was lotcked, that it IS still locked. Somebody was in here, with ME, as I slept so soundly.
Somebody who watched me as I cooked for Mog. Who could it be? I think back to the Two Sisters' a patrons, not one of whom seemed mysteroious, or even caustic. No-one who seems as though he, or she, could have made entrance into my locked, 10 Septim room last night.
I must concentrate as I toil today. Consider faces, and voicings. Inflections of voice. Perhaps I might notice some-one, who has a bit of peculiarity about himself, or herself.
~Sarah
GAAAAAAH!!! Sarah has a stalker!!!!
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