Yeah this one always hated that.

@Renee - the guards were indeed popping out from everywhere. Until then I didn't realize how well protected Windhelm is.

@Acadian - no ring of resist cold yet but he always has his magical fur.

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Mixwater Mill, Eastmarch, 4€201

“Bock bock bock bock bock,” said the first chicken.

“Bock bock!” agreed the second one.

“Meow meow, girls,” Sheshko returned the greeting.

Chickens let out a few more bocks before each of them went their own way, still distrustful of the furry being that walked among them. It could be a disguised fox walking on two legs after all.

Sheshko stretched his arms and yawned. He slept like a king. Not that he knew how kings sleep but still. He imagined them sleeping in spacious double beds, wearing silk pajamas, rolls of fat bunched under their chins, royally snoring.

Sheshko’s bed wasn’t spacious and it wasn’t double either, it was a standard stiff nordic bed but it felt like a royal one. Dust and bedbugs? He didn’t mind them at all. He didn’t wear silk pajamas either, instead he was still wearing Belyn Hlaalu’s blue-yellow clothes.

Sheshko liked places with cobwebs because it meant that nobody frequents them and the house which he spent the night in, was just perfect. It was weeks since anyone set a foot inside and that was just how he liked it.

The owner of the mill, a middle-aged Imperial lady called Gilfre, didn’t mind him staying there though she was a bit too insistent on chopping wood. Sure, this one could chop some wood, why not, maybe earn a few honest septims for a change.

But Sheshko knew he won’t stay at the mill for long. Gilfre was kind so Sheshko decided not to rob her but he preferred places with many pockets. Camps, villages, towns,…anything as long as there were pockets to pick and pranks to pull.

“Bock bock bock bock!” alarmingly crowed the first chicken as Sheshko picked up a chopping axe.

“Bock bock bock!” the second chicken calmed down the first one.

“No worries, girls, this one won’t chop you, this one is just after some wood.”

Relaxed, chickens went their own ways. Perhaps the furry being wasn’t harmful after all.

Sheshko is so neat! He is truly one with the chickens - even though they don't have pockets to pick.

"bock bock bock"... So chickens speak normally in your gameworld. I wonder what sheep say?

Interesting that you imagine kings sleeping in silk pajamas too. In fact, I imagine even tax collectors might do this at times.

Wonder if this one's going to join Thieves Guild. Perhaps not though, huh?

@Acadian - you read Sheshko's thoughts, he indeed sneaked up on a chicken and wanted to check if some eggs can be stolen.

@Renee - at least for now TG is out of question, especially because of beginning quests where you have to bully people. I could see him doing later quests but he's definitely not "tough" enough to bully anyone, neither it's something what he'd do.

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“Riften? Why not? To Riften this one goes!”

Sheshko’s journey to Riften was far from uneventful. First he lost his clothes. Well, not his, they belonged to Belyn Hlaalu but still, he considered them as his own. Tossing them aside, Sheshko refreshed himself in clear water of Clearspring Tarn but when he wanted to get dressed again, clothes were gone! This one had no idea where did his clothes go. But why would he worry because of such bagatelle? Surely he would find some clothes on way to Riften.

As it happened, he indeed found some clothes though not on way to Riften but in the exterior part of Riften. It didn’t feel right to steal from another beast but surely Wujeeta from Riften’s fishery didn’t need two tunics at once. Besides, he paid off his debt by giving her a healing potion to help with her skooma addiction.

But as Sheshko actually wanted to enter Riften, a muscular youth stopped him.

“Hold on. Riff raff like you isn’t allowed in Riften,” he announced.

“Oh? Then why is this town called Riften if riff raff isn’t allowed?” grinned Sheshko.

“Very funny. My job is to tell your kind to turn around and leave. You aren’t welcome in Riften or in any other place in Skyrim. Now get lost.”

“Just please permit this Khajiit one more question before he departs? If someone commits a crime in your hold, where do you take them?”

“To prison of course. What a silly question.”

“And the prison is inside the town’s walls?” enquired Sheshko.

“Of course. Where else would it be?” The guard was getting annoyed of the Khajiit.

“Oh. That’s good. Yes, that’s good. In this case…”

Sheshko picked up a broom leaning against Riften’s fishery. The broom wasn’t his and guards knew perfectly well that if this particular broom gets stolen by any chance, the bounty of four septims is implied upon the criminal.

“You have committed crimes against Skyrim and her people. What say you in your defense?” the guard nearest to the scene of crime approached Sheshko.

“This one submits, this one submits immediately. Will you now take this one to the prison?”

“You’re smarter than you look. Follow me. And no sudden moves.”

And so Sheshko entered Riften.

In nothing but the fur he was born with, Sheshko sweeps into Riften on a stolen broom! Before long, all the guards will know him and he will have his own jail cell in every hold - much like Renee's Kahreem of Weet!

This part...





I know you're switching to Rattler pretty soon, but I hope Shesko and even Lucius Caro make a return as well.

@Acadian - what a team Sheshko and Kahreem would make if they were born in about the same time.

@Renee - if Sheshko was like Sarah Phimm, he could fly to Riften on a broom. No worries, though, Sheshko's not going anywhere, in fact I think that he won't leave Riften for a long time so there will be more stories and pics of his catscapades.

I will recreate Lucius at some point, that is when I'll feel like playing Skyrim's MQ again. Probably not this winter, though.

And I will rarely post about Rattler because I know that his stories & pics were too much for some to bear. Not sure why, though.

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Today's short story for the time being concludes Forrah's and Mjoll's adventures.

Lambert De Orayana smiled. He was reading another letter from his daughter Forrah, this one made from proper paper and written with a black instead of a magical ink. She wrote about her adventures on Solstheim and how she revealed a scheme of Morag Tong assassins against the Councilor of Raven Rock. In return, she was granted a citizenship on the island and a manor to own. He was proud on her, but the following words made him even more pleased….

“…I have lots of chores to do around my new manor so I will put my mace down for a while. I know you will be pleased to hear this. I think I am going to just relax for some time. Raven Rock has changed for good but I think we can make it an even more prosperous place. I have amassed quite a fortune on my travels and I intend to share it with the community. In the end you were right – there’s a tiny bit of politician in your daughter too. I hope you will visit me one day, father.”

Forrah didn’t forget to mention her friend Mjoll the Lioness either…

“…I don’t live entirely alone on Solstheim, there’s a friend from Riften with me – Mjoll the Lioness. She is a seasoned adventurer and has survived many battles. But I can sense that Mjoll is beginning to miss Skyrim, it is her homeland after all and I cannot blame her. I think she will return to Riften soon. But me – I intend to stay up here for a while.”

Aw, is that the end of Forrah's tale? That's cool. I am not too saddened, it's got a good ending.

I wonder if Mjoll also wrote a letter though? I'm sure it would have plenty of recycled topics on it, if so.



Dang! ... just kidding. I know where you stay though. I had all these plans for my Skyrim Season this winter, including the conclusion of Bjorn's tale, getting back to Lord Haaf-Mersey for awhile (just for some Xbox fun), reintroducing Mycharonna, and starting a brand-new guy (a Nord) who would do the Main Quest & Civil War, but from the Stormcloak side.

I am confident I'll get to some sort of conclusion with Bjorn. Head of Thieves Guild, most likely. Mycharonna's birthday is in two or three days (I think) so she'll be coming back for that. Haaf-Mersey can be gamed with at any time... but my Nord Storncloak guy might still have to sit out until this upcoming fall. Or maybe I'll be able to just create the guy at the end of April, or in May sometime, before summer begins to kick in.

It's not a definite end but it's definitely the end for this winter. When I'll continue her tale, I'll advance time ahead for a few months, maybe even years, to make it look like she's been on Solstheim for a while.

So Mycharonna is this time coming back on PC?

This post has been edited by Lopov: Jan 31 2017, 08:00 PM

I'm so glad that Forrah is settling in Raven Rock for now. I was hoping she'd get that manor, and she seems quite happy there!

@Acadian - thank you! Forrah is indeed happy at the manor. She'd prefer it with some windows, though.

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Sheshko managed to escape out of Riften jail and evaded all guards that were after him! Screenies can be seen in the Screenshot thread but I didn't expect that he'll be successful. Although he only wanted to meet other prisoners and return to his cell later on, the patrolling guard didn't have mercy when she saw spotted him out of his cell! After making it to Riften streets, Sheshko jumped down to the canal and correctly assumed that guards won't jump after him. He found a safe shelter in the Beggar's Row and surprisingly the guards didn't come after him. After getting drunk with some local addict, Sheshko is currently sleeping like a king on a hay pile in the Beggar's row.

*Almost each time he leveled up, I increased his stamina so now he can outsprint guards with ease.

**I use Crime Decay mod which gradually lowers your bounty if you escape from prison. Still, because Sheshko acquired a large bounty, he would need to spend a lot of time hiding down in the Beggar's row to clear his name and I doubt he'll be able to stay in one place for so long. But let's wait and see.

Fabulous shots on the other thread. Sheshko is certainly learning his way around and making himself at home in Riften.

He's doing it the hard way too!

I keep thinking of that show which was on when I was a kid. I coulda swore there was a TV show called That Darn Cat. No, it was a movie!. Heh. That's what Shesko is .. That Darn Khajiit!

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Turdas, 9:38 AM, 3rd of Evening Star

Days Passed: 473

Lord Haaf-Mersey returns to Lakeview Manor, stays the night, and then decides to head back to Castle Dawnguard, where he'll get paid for ridding a vampire menace in Brittleshin Pass, and pick up some new job, no doubt. Before leaving his home, he dismisses Erandur, and can't decide if he wants to bring Mjoll the Lioness, or Rayya the Overkiller with him.

He finally decides on Mjoll, his faithful wife. It's been ages since she's been anywhere other than the Falkreath area. Lucia will be sad to miss her "mom", but she'll get over it.

Once Haaf-Mersey and his wife are outside though, she starts doing her "moonwalk" thing (glitch), and so it's obvious she won't make a good traveling partner. Upon going back inside to dismiss Mjoll, Rayya was right there. "I AM YOUR SWORD AND YOUR SHIELD, THANE!" she virtually shouted. Okay, okay, damn... sure you can come along instead.

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@Acadian - one has to get familiar with the town he's going to spend his time in. Knowing its streets, narrows alleyways and possible hideouts might come in handy for someone like Sheshko.

@Renee - I imagine that citizens of Riften will often call him that darn Khajiit.

Lol, Haaf-Mersey wanted to take Mjoll on a journey but changed his mind as soon as they stepped outside. Fortunately, Rayya is more willing.

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In Skyrim not even for one full day, yet Rattler already left behind a blood trail. First he slaughtered soldiers of the Morrowind-Skyrim border outpost - he might have spared them but one of them called him "an immigrant" and then suddenly all of them wanted his head. Then again, perhaps he might not spare them even if they didn't call him "an immigrant". All this battling made him hungry so he had a few bites of some soldier's leg.

His next victim was some High Elf, traveling on a fine horse. After Rattler was done with the elf, he wanted to grab his horse but the stupid beast already ran away. Not a big problem, he was used to walking anyway.

His last victims were bandits of the Broken Helm Hollow and just like soldiers, they brought it on themselves. Rattler was enjoying some wolf's intestines underneath the bridge east of Riften when two Broken Helm archers attacked him from far above. In return he paid them a visit and finished them off. One of them, some young woman, tasted quite fine.

Renee – Nice to see LHM out and about. Mjoll the Motormouth? – yes. Mjoll the Moonwalker? – Haven’t seen that glitch (happily). Mjoll is strong and can carry a good deal; hopefully, Rayya will be able to carry his burdens.

Lopov – Eeep! Rattler’s bringing his bloody buffet style to Skyrim!

Cripes. Yuck. I guess Mych is no better really. Something about a human doing this though, instead of a vampire.



GOOD for that horse.


Okay, I'm done. That's enough. Phew. Now for the pics (be brave, Reneegator).

A character roaming Skyrim killing and cannibalizing people left and right like they're walking, defenseless buffets?????? Hoo boy, that takes me back to Ye Olde Days, when I RP'd a similar guy. I wonder what he would think if he meets that delightful little dragoness in Markarth's crypts. Would Rattler strike an alliance of appetites with her and her ... patron, I wonder? My cannibal sure did.

So... here I am.

I'm not sure how many of the readers here saw any of my posts on the Beth forums about this game - I was very active, and very critical, through the development phase, and it all culminated in my decision, in about August of '11, to simply not give Beth my money in exchange for what I was certain was going to be an unsatisfactory product. So, at least up until last week, I hadn't played this at all.

The problem - my brother loves this game, and kept on me to play it. I kept telling him that I had taken a stance - Beth released a product that did not satisfy my desires, therefore I was not going to give them my money in exchange for that product. That's the way the system is supposed to work. He kept offering to buy a copy himself, but I refused that too, since it would amount to the same thing - Beth profiting from offering a product that wasn't satisfactory to me. So, this last Christmas, he gave me his copy of the Legendary Edition, since he's playing the Special Edition. His reasoning was that it was either that or his copy of the Legendary Edition just sat on a shelf collecting dust, and I couldn't object, right? And he was right - I couldn't object.

So...

I kept putting it off, but finally installed it last week.

Short version - on topic for this thread - I'm actually (already) juggling two characters - a Breton spellsword named Simon and a Redguard greatsword fighter named Kazir. I started Simon first, and I expected him to be a throwaway character, and I'm still not sure if he's going to last. He is starting to actually demonstrate at least a bit of personality, but mostly he's just an empty shell that ran around and did stuff while I got some sort of grip on the game mechanics. He's the one I played most recently though. He's level 18 at the moment, IIRC, and he just returned to Whiterun after a really hairy battle with Red Eagle. Simon's not much of a fighter really, and Red Eagle is. Luckily enough though, he's currently traveling with Annekke (one of the things that does impress me in this game is the follower mechanics - I've never liked followers in any of the others, since they're so often more trouble than they're worth, but I've really come to appreciate them), so while Simon focused on Red Eagle, she handled the skeletons. Even with that, and with an Elven shield with a resist fire enchantment, it was a helluva fight.

He was actually on his way to Markarth, but he got sidetracked looking for Hjalti's sword, which led him to Red Eagle's sword (he had that quest but wasn't actively pursuing it), which led him to Red Eagle himself.

Ah - he also recently finished Sanguine's quest, which was amusing. I didn't see that coming, but in hindsight I should have.

Kazir is just knocking around the area around Whiterun so far. He's... I don't remember right off - about level 8 or so - and is already a much better fighter than Simon. I have no idea how many times Simon has died now, but I'd guess at least a couple of dozen. Kazir, on the other hand, hasn't died at all.

And I'm already toying with the idea of a pure mage, but I haven't worked out any of the details yet.

And I'm going to drone on for a bit about my impressions of the game in general, but since it's off topic and I've already droned on long enough for most people, I'll spoiler all that.

Yes, Skyrim lacks some common RPG elements found in earlier games, and yes, you were right to protest this, gpster. That being said though, Skyrim is far from unsatisfactory, in my opinion, and that's without mods. WITH mods, you can basically add all the things that are missing from earlier games, so you really have no more excuse, sir.

Me personally, I find that I can RP males more effectively in Skyrim than I can in Oblivion. And it mostly comes down to facial hair. It's because I can create the exact guy I'm looking for in Skyrim, including some manly-looking men. My crusader guy has huge muttonchop sideburns, for instance, my evil-ish spellsword has one of those sadistic-looking mini-beards, my ruffian who did Thieves Guild has a huge, Hells' Angels looking beard. And so on.

Sounds like you are enjoying it in your own way though, gpster. : There you go.