Today in Cyrodiil, spoilers version, TES: 4 Oblivion character accounts & stories Options

[Renee]

Hello people, and welcome to the Chorrol > Oblivion Spoilers > Today in Cyrodiil thread, a place where one can write all about their charcters in TES: 4 Oblivion, and include spoilers in the story. I realized that the other Today thread is in General section, and this new character of mine is going to have a lot of spoilers in her story, so here goes.

Let's meet my new one!

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Morndas, 2:12 AM, Last Seed 27, 3E433

"Pale skin.... snotty expression," says the putrid voice of a dark elf, somewhere nearby.

The captive woman awakes slowly.



"Yo're a Breton", continues the voice ..."the masters of magicka, am I right? Hmm?"

"What?" the captive calls out.

"Yo're nothing but a stuck-up haahlot, with cheap pahlor tricks. Go ahead! Try yo'r magicka in here! Let's see you make those baahs disappear!"

"You know of my magicka? And how?" the captive is now confused. She does know some 'magic tricks', but her knowledge is limited to just a couple of minor spells.

"Ohhh what's the mat-ta? Not so powerful now, are you Breton? Yo're not leaving this prison 'til they throw yo'r body in the lake! Ohhh that's right, yo're going to DIE in here, prisoner. ... Yo're going to die!

Joan of Arkay, the aforementioned 'captive', begins to remember what happened to her. The faire she had attended. The challenge of her faith by a non-believer. The subsequent argument which had turned ... nasty.

"A Redguard had then come to my assistance," she remembers. "A sweet-talker, that one. Guards made a showing, the fight did gather with persistence..."

Beyond this, Joan cannot remember the rest. How did she wind up here? In a jail cell? ...

As she tries her memory, she suddenly hears voices. Footsteps. A group apparently is approaching her cell. "...we don't know that sire," says a woman's voice; a fellow Breton. "...the messenger only said .... "

"Nooo they're dead. I know it," says a man. His voice sounds deep and familiar.

"Whot's this prisoner doing here? This cell is supposed to be off limits!"

"Usual mix-up at the watch.... I ah..."

"It doesn't matter, let's get this gate open. Prisoner! Stand over by the window," commands the female Breton.

"I .. but I ..." Joan stammers.

"We won't hesitate to kill you if you get in our way!"

"But it was not of my intentions!" protests Joan. "I was merely one bystander caught up in needless challenge!" her voice is strong. Resilient.

"Prisoner, stand over by the window now," says a male soldier. "Do as you say, and you won't get hurt."

At these words Joan concedes, and finally does as she is told.

"Stay put, prisoner."

Joan of Arkay is not prepared for what is to happen next, as the Emperor himself enters her cell. Emperor Septim, leader of all Tamriel. His bearing so regal, his clothing so colorful. His presence both overbearing and unexpected, fills Joan's cell. She can barely breathe. Uriel Septim VII is in my jail cell? Joan of Arkay thinks she might be in one of her bizarre dreams, only this one's much more real.

"Yooooou", says the Emperor "I've seen you. Let me see your face," he says, getting closer to Joan. "You are the one from my dreams...."

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3:20 am

"... as for what you have done, that is not what you will be remembered for..."

The Emperor rambles about how he's seen her before. He seems to know her, and obviously, this leaves Joan stunned. Surprised. Surprised at this interruption of her jail sentence. The Emperor has apparently been targeted, she learns, and all his sons have been assassinated. A secret escape route which starts in her cell is being utilized, and the entire group now leaves her cell, after one of its stone walls slides into the floor.

"Stay out of our way, and you won't get hurt," says one of the soldiers as they all slip by.

Joan of Arkay initially obeys this command, even as the secret wall does not rise back up, leaving a large hole in the wall. I must serve my sentence, she thinks I should not leave. To end one's jail sentence early would not only be considered dishonorable, it would be illegal. But did not the Emperor himself provide every reason to doubt my captors? ... Hadn't he said (in so many words) that my sentence would now be pardoned? These are not ordinary circumstances, then.

Joan can see her jail cell (the iron door itself) is still locked, and she initially thinks of calling the guards so they can move her to another cell. But after much time, and a bit of hollering, no guards come. Nobody shows up. During all of this, the dark elf still stands in his cell across the hallway, silently watching her.

"What do you make of that?" Joan calls to him. "The Emperor and his personal guards just traipsed through my cell! ... How can this be?"

But he does not answer. Perhaps he is just as surprised as she is.

"Well, it cannot hurt if I follow a bit down this passage," Joan rationalizes. "If I get caught, so be it. The door is opened, as the expression goes. And did not the Emperor himself admit he had seen me within his dream?"

Dreams. The dreams. Had the Emperor been having the same dreams as she? Joan of Arkay's curiosity is piqued at this. She now makes her way out of her former jail cell, and down a dark, sloping passage towards her destiny.

This post has been edited by Renee: Feb 3 2021, 07:27 PM

[Renee]

Kahreem of Weet

Level: 5

Days Passed: 70
Bounty: 90

Fame: 0
Infamy: 7
Days Jailed: 17
Items Stolen: 558

Sundas 3:01 pm, Sun's Dusk 4, 3E433

"STOP! THIEF!"

"You're not supposed to be in here!"

"Am I supposed to be impressed?"

Kahreem of Weet awakes slowly from a dream, where voices echo in his head.

"Ahhh fokke!"

He knows where he is, and it's not paradise. Halfway-hidden in a rush of tall grasses, he had collapsed with earlier exhaustion, his daily Redguard's Adrenaline Rush sapping all his previous strength.

"Damn soldiers and their damn silver arrows."

The full story comes back to him now. He had managed to break into the Count's Manor once again, but had quickly been caught, once again. He had evaded multiple guards shooting silver arrows as he fled Leyawiin, and wound up in this marshy area, safe from their pursuit. And here on this hillock he had collapsed.

When he'd begun his sleep, the morning was sunny and warm, but he now awakes to a cool and dreary fog. As a nearby mudcrab suddenly notices him, and decides Kahreeem might make a better meal than whatever detritus it had previously been scavenging upon, he gets up fully from his hiding place, and trudges back to Leyawiin, armed with yet another plan of action.

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4:04 PM

"Who will help a poor old beggar?"

He's tried playing the part of a knowledgeable travelling 'spice merchant'. He's tried pretending to be a 'mail scout'. Now Kahreem decides he'd like to attempt Leyawiin with a different approach.

"'Scuse me sir I gots nothing to eat!"

Half-covered in grass-seed and burdocks, and wearing peasant's clothes, Kahreem not only looks the part, he also feels it. He is poor, after all. He is also feeling a bit disheveled and rundown. His spirits are low. And he needs help.

"Spare me some coin, oh pompous traveler?"

Once again, Kahreem had assumed he'd be approached and questioned by a guard upon re-entry into Leyawiin, but nothing of this sort occurs.... "I must have the best luck", he says as he makes his way towards the Five Claws, where he rents a room. The Five Claws is for poor people, after all. To further his new disguise as a beggar, it's best to live like one, as well. He can't afford the Three Sisters Inn right now, and with just 4 lockpicks in his pocket, attempting to pick the lock to his room (and breaking even just one) would not be good.

Kahreem sleeps many hours after eating a single pear.



7:02 AM

"What's your story?"

Once again, Kahreem encounters a stranger in his room. This time, it's a Nord. He feels his pockets, making sure everything is there, and it is. The Nord calmly munches a piece of bread, unaware that the Redguard who's just awoken from the bed is rather agitated.

"I'm Eitar," he says, reeking of one of Kahreem's favorite odors. Kahreem looks to the table Eitar sits at, and yes, there is a bottle of Cheap Wine there. "Saaay, did you hear what that Argonian said? What's-his-name? You know who I'm talking about?"

"I do not," Kahreem says with a smirk. He really wants that wine. Just a sip'll do.

"He said any Argonian can kick any Khajiit's butt to breakfast any day of the week," Eitar continues. "You believe that? I think he's wrong."

Kahreem is so surprised by the Nord's statement, he bursts out laughing, and it feels good to laugh. Kahreem feels suddenly happy to have Eitar the Nord in his presence.

"I think he's wrong. I KNOW Khajiit can kick Argonian butt. Any time! Any where! And you can tell everyone I said so."

Feeling as if he's made a friend, Kahreem of Weet spends the rest of the morning with this 'Eitar', learning a few things about Leyawiin as they drink, and (of course) while sharing some Cheap Wine. One of the things Kahreem learns from the Nord is that Countess Caro's maid-servant has been known to be easily flattered from time to time.

"Heh! All it takes is a few pretty words and a few come-ons, and she's like putty in your hands! Every Nord in Leyawiin knows this!"

As the drinks pour and the conversation rambles, Kahreem somehow manages to remember this one statement before passing out in a drunken stupor.

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Tirdas, 11:30 AM, Sun's Dusk 5

"Oh my! Are you an adventurer?" ...says Hlidara Mothril, as a nearby Argonian hisses.

"No m'lady. My name's Eitar. I'm the new blacksmith here in Leyawiin Castle."

Kahreem spent all morning just outside of town gathering more ingredients for sale. During his walk, he managed to find a nearby cabin. Unfortunately, this cabin was inhabited by a couple of mean-looking fighters, and Kahreem is glad he'd snuck out of the place, since he was only armed with a rusty old daggar at the time. Outside of this cabin were several crates & barrels, and in one of these, he found a blacksmith's outfit. He graces the court with his presence, trying on yet another approach, with a new profession.

"Gotta locate m' spurs and hammers, and I'm afraid I'm a bit lost! Leyawiin's a big place!"

"I am Hlidara Mothril. Lady Leyawiin's chaplain and chief advisor," the elf says calmly, completely unaware of whom she is speaking to. "I assist Her Ladyship so that her enlightened policies might achieve the greatest possible influence upon the affairs of County Leyawiin."

"So I've heard. I've heard you assist her with other things as well, like smashing Redguard ruffians with your fists," Kahreem mutters, and immediately wishes he hadn't. But it doesn't matter.

"Nothing I would tell you. Get lost!" Hldara says, scrunching up her face in anger.

"My apologies m'lady, for I am Redgaurd, but my profession is a legal one. Might ye offer me some humble assistance, so that I can begin my day's work? The ingots won't smith themselves, now will they?"

"This better be good."

For the next hour or so, Kahreem butters up Caro's hand-maiden and serveant with his words. ..."Such adventures, how I envy you!".... In full view of the rest of the Court, he also managed to charm them as well, telling of tales of blacksmithing he's heard from a variety of smiths and stable-hands over the years. ...."I salute you! Most impressive!".... After some time, he's noticing Hldara has completely cheered up towards him, her previous scowling nowhere to be seen. "...yah! I get it!...." So again, he tries...

"...you know, we blacksmiths talk, and I have heard this castle's got a dungeon that would outmatch any other, including a torture room! ... I have only heard such rumors, of course. But as a smith, I'd be ever-so-delighted to see the iron-workings in such a place."

"Shhh! It's dangerous to be heard talking about that," cautions Hlidara the hand-maiden. "The Countess has a secret passage somewhere in the basement that leads to her private quarters. That's where the torture chamber is. Sometimes I can hear the screams of the prisoners when I'm in my chambers." she says, her voice quivering.

"You don't say!" Kahreem says, feigning shock. "Well ya know, maybe I'll steer clear of that place. But there's something else I'd like to ask you about?"

"Say what you're going to say."

"Rumor has it there's a ring which belongs to the Lady, a ring of metal so fine, it's all-the-rage amongst us blacksmiths. Mind if I inquire of such a ring, then I'll be out of your hair, m'lady."

"Countess Caro is so relieved to have the ring back! It's been missing for many years. She wears it constantly. Well, not all the time, I mean, she puts it in her jewelry box for baths and at night. No proper lady would wear her jewelry to bed."

"And on that note, I feel I've wasted enough of your time, m'lady. I beg of thee good tidings, and shall take my leave to forge some steel."

"I think I hear milady calling!" Hlidara says with forced glee, as the Weet Bandit plans his next move.

This post has been edited by Renee: Dec 6 2022, 08:57 PM