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

[Acadian]

Yeah, what is it with trying to sacrifice naked women? I’m sure Ystrel is much happier being back on her bear and only half naked.

Exotic dancing at the Red Dragon could be a nice addition!

I agree that the redo of the painting for Barnard is much nicer than the original.

[macole]

20260113 I-SL Disciples of the Moment - Mania faction

Having done what I could for Barnard I found Yan-Tissam Zainnabi to inform her of the results. Yan-Tissam wasn’t too concerned about Barnard’s painting one way or another. She was too upset about some bad reviews that her painting with Jesmina had received. She has a plan to get back at the critic but she needs a Suthay Khajiit volunteer. Of course she asked me to find the volunteer for her.

Where to find a suitable Suthay? There are a couple that I know of that might volunteer to help Yan-Tissam with Khajiit anatomy. One is Ahjazda of Things Found in Crucible. The other is Dar’aquenia of the Dune Walkers located in Mir Corrup.

The Seducer guards tell me that there are two more Suthay Khajiits living in the Shivering Isles. They may be agreeable but there are problems. I do not know where they are located and if I do find them I’m certain they will request a favor before they agree to help.

So I went to New Sheo to talk to Ahjazda. She wasn’t happy with me for not having found things for the coming storm as she had requested. Can’t really blame her, I had said I would but made no effort to do so. However, if my arguments are good enough I could convince her to help.

Looking at Elenya and Pym, Do’leandra and her Dune Walkers are already in our debt we may have an easier time with them finding a volunteer. That made Merendin the logical first step. Hearing our request, gave her OK to speak with Dar’aquenia. I was hoping for mare, frankly.

Reaching Merendin we found Dar’aquenia in the Dune Walkers Lodge. Asking her about assisting Yan-Tissam Dar’aquenia said, “You've helped us against the Renrjira Krin. Without you I'd likely be still stuck in the hole I had to hide in for the last years.”

She remembers Yan-Tissam Zainnabi. Dar’aquenia claimed that Yan-Tissam is a mabrigash, a Khajiit witch-warrior and wise-women, gone rogue. Mabrigash are a pretty bad folk and the Dune Walkers had had Yan-Tissam under secret surveillance for quite some time, until she vanished.

With Yan-Tissam Zainnabi in the sights of the Dune Walkers once again, Dar’aquenia agrees to work with her. But, Dar’aquenia has an ulterior motive for doing so. She hopes through simple conversation, she’ll be able to she will pry some information out of Yan-Tissam, valuable information like the names and locations of other hidden mabrigash covens.

That taken care of the Ladies and I return to Zendria. Yan-Tissam is please to have a Suthay Khajiit to work with even if it is through correspondence.

“Come back in about a week,” Yan-Tissam told me. “The painting should be finished by then.”

A week, why do these things always take so long? A lot can be done in a week. So Elenya, Pym, and I returned to Cyrodiil where we picked up Kaleah for a tour of the Imperial City. I made a mint’s worth of gold trading the loot I had stashed away in the Midas Chest and it was time to let the Ladies have some fun.

Five days later as I was on my way to the Imperial Bank to deposit the handful coins left over the Ladies shopping spree when I thought it was time left this city of shops. Having the foresight to set a Midas Astral Gate point in Zendria I used it to transport us to Zendria.

Bouncing around from place to place tends to mess with the days passed. Five days does not make a week. Yan-Tissam’s painting is not yet finished. She told us to come back in a couple of days.

Two days later Yan-Tissam’s revenge painting is complete. We can go see it hanging in the gallery.

By Nir the Mother of All Creation, what did Yan-Tissam’s critic do to deserve being hung from the rafters like this?

Pointing out the painting the gallery curator Zashiri said, “Remember this the next time you think of insulting an artist.”

Returning to Zendria we found that the mania artist had nothing more for us to do and the dementia artist still would not talk to us. Longius Curio suggested that getting the haughty Golden Saint to loosen up might go a long way gaining favor among the dementia artist.

Talking to the Golden Saint guarding Zendria’s main gate, she more or less claimed that it is not her job to be chummy with Zendria’s artists especially those of dementia alignment. But, something in the Golden Saint’s voice gave me the impression that duty is not the real reason. She feels no one in Zendria has an interest in her.

So how do I convince this golden Saint that I care? I must, otherwise why would I be here trying?

To test my interest the Golden Saint proposed to ask me a couple of questions, which turned out to be seven rather difficult questions about her life. If I answer all correctly she will engage with the residents of Zendria in a more social manner. Fail the test I will have to wait a day for each wrong answer before retaking the test.

During my time talking to the residents of Zendria and Daedra throughout the Shivering Isles and Tamriel I’ve picked up bits and pieces concerning this Golden Saint, enough to think I had a very good chance of succeeding.

“I’m not afraid of your word games,” I said confidently with my Ladies at my back. “Ask away Saint.”

1. “How long have I been in service of Lord Sheogorath?" – (Short Time (heard this somewhere))
2. “Before I came here, I dwelled in...?” – (Darkness (she hinted at this))
3. “Regarding water and swimming, what do I feel towards both?” – (Hate (a guess))
4. “Was I ever in Mundus?” – (No (a guess, usually Deadra will say if they have been))
5. “During the last war I fought, who banished me?” – (Ally (heard this somewhere))
6. “What humanoid daedric enemies do I recall fighting?” – (Daedra Seducer (thinking of Seducers, common foes in Daggerfall))
7. “And what was I to their eyes?” – (Altmer (a common mistake))

I got two wrong.

“Above average, yet far from good,” the Golden Saint said. “Nothing to be proud of. What exactly do you know about me?”

After some serious thinking, three days later I tried again by changing answers Daedra Seducer to Xivilai, and Altmer to Dremora.”

“You're good,” the Golden Saint said. “Only one thing was wrong. Can you guess my secret? Or am I still an enigma to you?”

“Now, I know you,” I said with a knowing smile. “In two days I’ll be back.”

A bell began to toll as thunder crashed far off in the distance. A tug at my arm and I turned to face Pym and Elenya.

“And just how do you know this golden doll?” a stern-faced Elenya asked, err demanded.

“As a page in Uriel Septim VII court, I met a Battlemage,” I explained (watched video on Battlespire). “We swapped stories of our adventures in the outer realms. He told me of the Battlespire invasion and I told of stopping Jagar Tharn. She has to be the one who sacrificed herself so the Apprentice could save his friend and end Mehrunes Dagon’s invasion.”

Good to my word, two days later I returned to take the test again. Changing the answer to the seventh question to “Something else” completed the Golden Saint’s proof-of-interest test.

“You're good. Better than I had anticipated. Few, if any, know my secret. Do you, could you guess? Or don't you even care about it, merely about - me?”

“I know your secret, Deyanira Katrece of the Nocturnals,” I answered confidently. “You gave of yourself to help the Apprentice defeat Mehrunes Dagon.”

She looked at me for a moment and with a warm smile replied, “Flower Gatherer, the one who cares, once I was Deyanira of the Nocturnals now I am Deianeira of the Aureals.”

“Yes, a mortal had done the deed, to save its friend. And I suggested it, to save my mistress from her self-imposed hell, and through our actions Mehrunes Dagon was defeated. Drifting in the nothingness that is the waters of Oblivion gnaws on your mind, on your sanity, on your very being. You change. There is madness, sickness, despair. I could not find my way back. In time I landed here.”

“Maybe I should begin trying to find a way to close my past and leave it behind. Why not here? Yes, I say again, once I was Deyanira of the Nocturnals now I am Deianeira of the Aureals.”

To cement her commitment to change, Deianeira announced she would donate a painting of her old self to the Spur of the Moment Gallery. With her letting go of ties to her Nocturnal past, I left to inform Longius Curio that the Golden Saint’s change in attitude has succeeded.

I danced away singing:

Somehow the wires uncrossed, the tables were turned
Never knew She had such a lesson to learn
She's feelin' good from my head to my shoes
Know where she’s goin' and she knows what to do
She’s tidied up her point of view
She’s got a new attitude.

The Ladies joined in.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

This post has been edited by macole: Jan 13 2026, 09:26 AM

[Acadian]

I see the ladies did a good job of lightening an overly heavy coin purse in the IC.

Back to the Shivering Isles, chasing kitties and warming the heart of a Golden Saint. Well-done to the elf and his crew.

[macole]

I feel that I need to explain something. The war in Shade Perilous comes up in discussion with many of the Stranded Light Daedra members. If you haven't played Battlespire (I haven't since early 2000's) or watched 2-hour long YouTube videos on Battlespire you'll miss the story behind the Golden Saint's questions. She really does give the PC a soul dagger and tells him to kill her in order to save her mistress. This allows the PC to gain a vaulable item and proceed to the next level.
Not saying that Battlespire is a great game it truly is quite taxing to play. Its strong point is the life it gives to the Daedra.

[macole]

20260123 I-SL – Counting Sheep, Man's Best Friend, GwedenRD – The Black Queen's Escort

Longius Curio was excited by the news of the Golden Saint’s change in attitude. In fact he said he has already started to see positive results. The artists of the dementia faction are ready to talk to me. Longius suggests that I ask M’ahnisa if there is anything I could do to help.

There is, M’ahnisa has a problem with sheep. The Cavern of Entropy has been infested with a flock of sheep summoned by Yan-Tissam. She would like for me to dispel the sheep. I agree and she hands me 10 dispel scrolls to do the job.

If she had the scrolls why couldn’t she use them to dispel the sheep herself? M’ahnisa gave me several reasons why the Dementia artists are unwilling to take care of dispelling the sheep themselves. One that got me was that Thollorn is afraid of sheep. Old “blood and guts on canvas” afraid of sheep? Unbelievable.

Dispelling the sheep was no problem. Well, at first there was. The sheep wouldn’t stand still and I kept missing. After missing 3 out of the first 4, out of frustration I drew Light of Dawn and whacked the closest sheep, dispelling it.

What the… forget the scrolls! I can just whack the sheep with my sword. Quest complete, lamb chops anyone. M’ahnisa rewarded me with a Robe of Whispers.

After dispelling the sheep for M’ahnisa, Thollorn asked for help. He has a pet plant, a potted letifer orca planta, he named Audrey. According to Thollorn, if Audrey is fed right she produces paints of nice colors. He told us that someone, pointing to the Chamber of Euphoria, threw it over the edge into the ocean depths. Thollorn wants us to dive down and recover the plant’s contents.

By talking to Zendria’s guards we were able to locate Audrey still in its pot. We recovered the disgusting fleshy sludge Thollorn calls colorful paint and returned it to him.

I swear that as Elenya, Pym and I scooped out the fleshy sludge I could hear Audrey say, "Feed me, feed me".

A courier approached to hand me a message. The Red Dragon Club renovation has been completed. Time to go back to the Red Dragon, exotic dancing has begun. That bit of news couldn’t come at a better time. Thollorn and M’ahnisa have nothing to do at the moment and had asked that I come back in a few days.

The sign said, “Dancing Fridas, Loredas, Sundas”.

I was travellin' down the road, feelin' hungry and cold
I saw a sign sayin' food and drinks for everyone
So naturally I thought I would take me a look insi-ide
I saw so much food, there was water comin' fro-om my eye-eye
Yeah there was ham an' there was turkey, there was caviar
An' long tall glasses, with wine up to yar
Then somebody grabbed me, threw me outta my chair
Said before you can eat, you gotta dance like Fred Astaire-aire

It was just before 9:00 PM and the door to the dance hall was open. Music could be heard inside.

“Dancing,” Kaleah said excitedly. “Let’s go party, party, party!”

“But, it’s not that kind of dance hall,” I protested.

It’s been a long time since we’ve been out dancing and singing and generally having a good time that in their excitement the Ladies didn’t hear me. Grabbing me by the hands the three field hippies pulled me into the dance hall.

“Not much of a dance floor,” Elenya said. “And what are those cages for?”

Enilwen and Uzgash entered the room wearing nothing but a couple of bangles and a silky strip of cloth they stepped into the cages and began dancing.

“Oh my, they’re dancing in cages,” a shocked Elenya gasped. “Next thing they’ll be taking off what little they have on! Let’s leave. Now!”

I’m not sure who is more shocked. Elenya at seeing exotic dancers in cages being showered with gold or me witnessing Elenya’s protestations over exotic dancing. With all that we’ve seen these past few years, I just don’t understand. Maybe it’s the cages.

Turning to leave, Marghak stopped us. She began talking about a group of thugs in Summerset called “The Beautiful”. The reports of a horrible abduction and murder of the King of Shimmerene’s daughter has frightened the Dunmer Queen of Firsthold.

Having a daughter of similar age, Queen Morgiah wants to take her to Morrowind. There she can reside safely in the court of King Hlaalu Helseth.

Marghak asked if I would meet Morgiah at Atrene Camp near Anvil and escort Queen Morgiah across Cyrodiil to Morrowind. With time on our hands, we accepted. We left the following morning.

Late the next day we reached Kvatch, where we stopped for the night. Before finding a room for the night we took a tour of the city. It‘s looking good except for the arena. Not much progress has been made on it.

We looked up Gaban Sele to give him the items he had asked for; the orb full of captured souls, and three Daedra hearts. Then we asked him what was going on with the arena. It was rather disappointing to see that the arena had not even been.

A very apologetic Gaban Sele replied that now all the required elements are ready and work would be starting immediately.

Early the next morning we continued on to Artene Camp. Since Artene Camp sits just south of Drad’s Estate, we had intended to by-pass Anvil and continue on to Drad’s Estate. But, as we were passing Brina Cross Inn we got a message that Lathenil had been released from prison.

That changed things. We should check on Lathenil to make sure he has settled in ok. And since it is that time of the year, while we’re there we’ll check the books. We turned south heading toward Gweden Farm.

There was a guard’s horse tethered outside when we arrive at Gweden. Nothing to be concerned about, it was just a routine inspection. Although Lathenil didn’t have much to say, too busy chatting up the ladies, he seemed to be adjusting just fine.

Under Tsarrina’s management Gweden is doing very well. Income is steady and everyone is happy. Leaving Lathenil in the care of the tender hands at Gweden Farm, my Ladies and I left to find Artene Camp.

Just south of Lord Drad’s Estate we found Artene Camp. Morgiah and her daughter Rinnala (oh, she’s a tall one, head taller than everyone) were there with a sailor as an escort. Out of security concerns Morgiah wouldn’t tell me where we were going until the next morning.

From Artene Camp Morgiah directed us to Brotch Camp. On our arrival we were accosted by two bandits. My Ladies quickly took care of the threat.

We spent the night and in the morning Morgiah informed us that our next stop would be Lakeside Camp. At Lakeside Camp we had to eliminate a pack of a pack of wild Colovian wolves before pitching camp.

As before, Morgiah would not tell me the location of our next stop, Two Decker Camp, until the next morning. When we arrived at Two Decker Camp, two Khajiiti were waiting in ambush. My Ladies and I dispatched the female Khajiit. Morgiah and Rinnala on the other hand, only rendered the male Khajiit unconscious.

Rinnala dragged the limp body of the male Khajiit into a tent, removed her robe, and closed the flap. My Ladies snickered when Morgiah explained to me that she had given Rinnala a training exercise to perfect her interrogation techniques.

From the sounds coming from inside the tent I began to wonder what kind of techniques Rinnala was practicing.

“Perhaps we could demonstrate to help you understand,” Khaleah said jokingly as Elenya and Pym burst out laughing.

The next morning we left for Walker Camp, our last stop near the Morrowind border. Here we met two Dunmer guides contracted to take Morgiah and Rinnala across the border to the safety of King Hlaalu Helseth’s court.

Initially the two Dunmer gave every impression that they were experienced mountaineers and trail masters but something felt odd about them. The way their eyes flitted back and forth constantly surveying their surroundings and how their hands always hovered near their weapons as they moved around the camp in a deliberate and calculated manner; said it all. Camonna Tong, smugglers from Morrowind.

“Camonna Tong,” Kaleah hissed quietly. “It says a lot about King Hlaalu Helseth and his court.”

Yes, Camonna Tong. They maybe not my first choice of guides but you have to admit if you want something moved quickly through Morrowind as quietly as possible you can’t get any better than experienced Camonna Tong operatives. Failure is not an option when working for Helseth, and by the looks of it these two never fail to deliver the goods on time and most importantly undamaged.

The next morning we said good-bye to Queen Morgiah and Rinnala.

[Acadian]

Whacking summoned sheep to unsummon them sounds more fun than using scrolls

There is a quest in ESO to recover some letifer orca samples. A slimy job but someone's gotta do it.

I thought sure for a moment the ladies were going to stick the Jandaga in a cage and make him exotically dance to get out. I was as surprised as he was to see them pull the prude card.

So Queen Morgiah plans to protect her daughter from being abducted by thugs. . . and the plan is to use an escort of thugs Camonna Tong. What could possibly go wrong?

[macole]

I thought sure for a moment the ladies were going to stick the Jandaga in a cage and make him exotically dance to get out.

20260125 what really happened at the Red Dragon Club

The sign said, “Dancing Fridas, Loredas, Sundas”.

It was just before 9:00 PM and the door to the dance hall was open. Taminwe was tending bar. Music with an exotic beat could be heard inside.

“Dancing,” Kaleah said excitedly. “Let’s go party, party, party!”

“But it’s not that kind of dance hall,” I protested.

It’s been a long time since we’ve been out dancing and singing and generally having a good time that in their excitement the Ladies didn’t hear me. Grabbing me by the hands the three field hippies pulled me into the dance hall.

“Not much of a dance floor,” Elenya said. “And what are those cages for?”

Enilwen and Uzgash entered the room wearing nothing but a couple of bangles and a silky strip of cloth. They stepped into the cages and began dancing.

“Oh my, they’re dancing in cages!” a shocked Elenya gasped. “Next thing they’ll be taking off their…”

Elenya’s eyes went wide at the realization. Then the little Söpökeiju glanced at Kaleah and Pym with a mischievous little grin. Kaleah and Elenya grabbed me by the arms as Pym moved in front of me and drew a complicated glowing sigil on the dragon head embossed on my cuirass.

Then somebody grabbed me, threw me outta my chair

Intense blue light flashed briefly from the eyes of the dragon spirit in acknowledgement. My Dragonspirit armor fell silently to the floor leaving me standing clad only in my skivvies. Before I knew it my fun-loving ladies tossed me in one of the cages and locked the gate.

With a suggestive wave of her tail, Kaleah in her most seductive seducer voice said,

“Before you get out, you gotta dance like Fred Astaire-aire.”

“And if you’re good, we’ll make it worth your while,” Elenya said with a smile.

Enilwen had moved over to the cage with Uzgash and the two dancers along with a room full of men were staring dumbfounded at what had just happened.

I was staring too, standing there in shock not knowing what to do. Only one thought shouted in panic in my mind.

You know I can't dance, you know I can't dance
You know I can't dance, you know I can't dance
I can't dance

The men in the room on the other hand wer more than a little peeved at having their main attraction interrupted. Boos and hisses shook the walls, beer bottles and bar food pelted the cage. Felling defenseless, I froze in fear of my life.

All of the women of the Red Dragon Club came running into the dance hall to see what was causing all the commotion. Like the men, they pointed fingers, laughed, and jeered when they saw me in the cage. Then the reassuring sound of my Ladies cheering in support broke through the turmoil.

Hmmm, now wait a minute
Of course I can dance of course I can dance
I'm sure I can dance, I'm sure I can dance
I can dance

Well, I can’t let my Ladies down in front all these witnesses.

I can da-hance, I really hit the floor
Ah it feels good, look at me dancin'
I did a quick-step, the nitty gritty, and a bossa nova
A saucy little samba, and a foot stompin’ flamenco
You should-a seen me movin', all around the cage

I think it was the Nitty Gritty or maybe the Samba that changed the attitude of the women of The Red Dragon Club. They cheered wildly at every back breaking, hip popping gyration. The women threw things at the cage, too. Softer, lacey things. The men took notice and began to pair up with the Red Dragon staff. Dancing, drinking, and other things; the club was looking at a very profitable night.

Taminwe shut the music off and dimmed the lights telling everyone it was time to go.

“Show off,” Kaleah said as she handed me my Dragonspirit armor. "You did good."

The Dragon spirit purred a deep rumble of contentment when my hand touched the cuirass. Exhausted, I gently stored the complicit Dragonspirit armor in my pack, putting my robe on instead.

Elenya and Pym helped me out of the cage. Leaning in close Elenya cooed, “You were good.”

We left the Red Dragon Club to spend the night at the Arch-mage’s quarters.

Hand me down my tuxedo, next week I'm comin' ba-ack for more

This post has been edited by macole: Jan 25 2026, 08:26 AM

[Acadian]

I knew it! The ladies showing off their Jandaga, confident that others can only look but not touch due to the cage. Well done!