The story of Ann Thraxx, a survivor of Kvatch Options

[Lady Saga]

Good day fellow Chorrolmates. I am Lady Saga, and today I'd like to talk about the saga of Ann Thraxx.

I originally posted all of the text of posts 1 and 2 over at Bethsoft's Oblivion: general area. Forgive the crudeness of some of the early text, for I was not originally writing Ann's tale as a true story yet. In Post #2, this starts to change. Post 1's text was originally in the Where are you Now #7 thread, and Post 2's text came from my own thread in OB: General.

This character is probably my deepest Oblivion roleplay to date. Originally I wanted her to be "Renee Gade III", which means she'd be some sort of heroic figure. But as Ann Thraxx evolved, it was apparent she's going to have a story much different from what I had originally conceived.

Although I'm on PS3, I performed a couple little tricks which I like to call pretend-mods. I used another character's game save, so that Ann never had to go thru the Tutorial part, then I fast-traveled her to just outside the Imperial City...Chestnut Handy Stables, to be exact. I had no idea why her game started here, though. That was not made known to me, yet. I also didn't know who Ann was, exactly. All of this becomes apparent during the massive text below.





Name: Ann Thraxx

Race: Imperial

Sex: female.

Class: peasant (custom).

Starsign: Atronach

D&D alignment: Chaotic Neutral


Ann Thraxx the wayward peasant has just arrived at Chestnut Handy Stables outside the Imperial City. She arrived here by carriage, and it is nighttime...dark and rainy. She's wearing nothing but one of those horrible Cyrodiilic bras and some sack cloth pants. No shoes, no shirt.

Ann has heard there's a place to stay in "some house on the Waterfront" * so she's walking there now.

* I think there's a free bed in one of the houses on the Waterfront. if there is, no problem. A "friend" told Ann there's a place she can stay. But if there is no free bed, Ann will have no place to stay.

Her family is no more, and she is sad. I'm thinking she was a farmer of some sort, perhaps, and lost her farm. Her husband got killed perhaps, and Ann is right now in serious depression, serious culture shock. She's been to the I.C. before, but never actually lived here. She's used to the wide open plains of the West Weald.

She is poor, but she is also fortunate to have 58 gold in her pocket, along with a soul gem and a few minor things which can be sold. How she got all this stuff? We shall find out, won't we?

Ann Thraxx arrived at the Abandoned Shack, which is anything but abandoned! It was about 6am Cyrodiilic time, and Hillod the Outlaw and a dark elf male (forget his name) immediately rose as Ann walked in the door. Oops...

"Please, I didn't mean to startle you" she said to the dark elf. "I am Ann Thraxx. I have been sent here and was told I could spend the night. I've lost my home and my family..."

What was interesting was the dark elf's greeting had something to do with losing his job or being out of work or something. This fit right in, so that Ann and the dark elf had a short conversation about finding work.

The situation in the Abandoned Shack was awkward as the 2 males stood around staring at Ann. This isn't what she expected! Ann "got to know" Hillod and dark elf, and gave them more than half of her 58 gold (she basically bribed him so she can stay in the Shack). But the guys wouldn't leave!

Ann took a short walk outside, deprived of sleep and getting dizzy. She found a couple beggar beds which were open, but there's no way she's gonna stoop that low.

Finally she made her way back to the Abandoned Shack. It's now 8 am and Hillod + the dark elf are both gone. Finally.

Ann sets off to sleep. When she wakes, she's going to see about looking for work in the Imperial City.

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This post has been edited by Lady Saga: Apr 12 2012, 07:45 PM

[Lady Saga]

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CHAPTER VIII

Heartfire 5, ...11:16 am

It's getting late, and Ann is getting sleepy.

As the night wore on and Ann's mind went thru a swirl of emotions, conversation around her went through ups and downs, back and forths. The place filled up with lots of citizens, yet Ann was thankful none of them bothered to join her at her table off in the corner.

So that was it. Uriel Septim is dead. By the hand of some lowly "assassin". It simply can't be true, but it is, Ann realizes.

Eventually, she finally forces herself to finish up her bread & cheese. She spent four precious gold on it, after all. Again, she can almost hear her mother's scolding, as her food goes cold.

But she cannot formulate a plan, so far as the Thoronir business goes. She tries, but can't imagine how she's going to tackle this one, putting her nose in the middle of other people's business was not something she was usually apt to do. On the other hand, getting involved might be just the thing to do. After all, the petty concerns of these merchants might just take her mind off of what had really been troubling her these last few days.

As she finally gets up to leave, she notices the Feed Bag is empty. Only Dralas is in attendance. She goes outside without saying goodbye.

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Heartfire 6....12:35 am

Ann walks outside to a dark night, and shivers. Looking up, she takes a gaze at White Gold Tower, once again.

*pic*

Well. One thing's for sure: this whole "Thoronir" business is going to have to wait. She's simply too wiped out after reading about the Emperor's murder over and over, trying not to get upset. Despite her better judgement, she decides it's probably best if she gets back to her "evil" bed at Luther Broad's. She could use another night of pampered-sleep, and hopefully no nightmares would return.

As she starts walking back to the Elven Gardens District, an Imperial Guard suddenly cuts in front of her, walking along in his heavy armor suit

..CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK...


Ann starts to walk behind him, subconsciously feeling just a little bit safer while doing so. As the guard nears one end of the Market District (the end where Edgar Vaurtrine's shop is), he suddenly comes to a stop, and gazes right. There's a blonde high elf woman walking amongst the barrels there. She looks to be wearing a leather armor top with a regular cloth skirt. The way the guard just stopped like this, it almost seems as if a confrontation is about to take place.

The elf walks towards the guard now.

"How are you?" she asks pleasantly.

"First, the Emperor's murder, now the prophet in Anvil ranting about the end of the world! It's a discrace". He says. Wow. All the elf asked was "how are you"? Not "what do you think about the current affairs of Cyrodiil?".

"Ohhh noo!!!", says the elf. Again, she's got that sort of mock-concern in her voice, as if she's merely acting like she's shocked. It's that "chicness" Ann noticed before in The Feed Bag.

"Without question", says the guard, almost smugly.

Ann has had enough.

As she continues to walk towards the Elven Gardens District, the elf and guard keep discussing concerns, without really meaning what they say, it seems.

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This post has been edited by Lady Saga: Jun 4 2012, 09:50 PM