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]

Yes Lopov, glad to see you made it here to Chorrol. How was your journey? Did you come from the North, South, East or West? If it's the South, I hope you didn't have too many troubles from the folks in a strange, Lovecraftian town? If it's from the West, hopefully the highwayman who usually resides at Fort Ash didn't try to take your hard-earned Septims.

Speaking of hard-earned Septims, here's a man who's lately been having a tough time earning any.

Kahreem of Weet

Level: 5

Days Passed: 76
Days Jailed: 17

Fame: 0
Infamy: 7
Bounty: 90

Note: as I start tonight's gaming session, Kahreem is still in Leyawiin, and is about to deliver Ahdarji's ring and get this whole nightmare over with. Before this happened though, my Bandit wound up harvesting some more plants for cash. As he walked to Gundalas's shop to make some deals, who did we find but Hlidara Mothril. The game had her glitched out, trying to enter Best Goods and Guarantees, but she couldn't enter the shop! She was running in place, too! I just couldn't resist!


"I hope I can help,"

...says the middle-aged high elf, turning to Kahreem of Weet, her eyes truly not seeing the man before her.

What are you blind? Kahreem thinks as she gazes at him. "No muhaki, taas buhaji," Kahreem answers as he avoids eye-contact. "Kooloo baashi ahh menahki."

At this bout of gibberish, Hlidara seems dumbfounded. She has no idea what to say to the Redguard who's just approached Best Goods and Gaurantees. Since he's now wearing his Sewer Battle Gear (and carrying a smelly wooden club at his side instead of a rusty knife) she doesn't even recognize the Redguard who not only broke into the Lord's Manor multiple times, but also managed to steal the coveted ring which started this whole mess in the first place. The man they're looking for was dressed in dark peasant's clothes (or possibly a blacksmith's outfit), and nicely-scented with a mixture of lavender and aloe vera. The man before her wears worn leather armor, and smells of blood and some sort of wine. Probably the Cheapest of wines.

"No speak See-ro-dill!" Kahreem says. "Mooloolaki daas vaahki See-ro-dill!"

Before Hlidara even fathom a reply, the Redguard is gone in Gundala's shop. "Phew. I don't think she knows it was me." He then sells his things to Gundalas, making sure to try to barter for the best prices, as is the usual Cyrodiilic custom.

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Sundas, 11:48 AM, Five Claws Lodge

"Greetings to you!" says a Khajiits's voice.

Kahreem awakes to the sound of this voice in his own room, and this time, there is nobody invading his space. No Eitar and no 'Oatmeal'. He decided he'd stay at the Five Claws for the night, rather than the comfier Three Sisters Inn, because the Five Claws would be a better spot to finally meet his contact. After searching for hours the previous day for this beastfolk, and finally finding Ahdarji's house (which was locked with a 4-tumbler), Kahreem returned to the Five Claws, since he knows Ahdarji might finally show up here.

"How goes it?" asks a cultured Female Breton voice.

"Not bad. Have you heard any of Ahdarji's jokes?" asks the Khajiit.

"Terrible jokes! Just terrible!"

[AHEM] the Khajiit clears her throat of the living beetle she had just swallowed before this Breton interrupted her meal. "Have you heard any word about the other provinces?" the Argonian finally asks.

"Nothing I'd like to talk about."
"Hmph".

After an awkward moment, the Breton converses on, apparently trying to make some sort of point: "Witseidutsei runs a clean establishment! She really hates it when people mess up her place," the Breton finally asserts. Although she doesn't say it, she remembers the days when the Five Claws had a different name, was run by a stocky Nord, and did not attract beast-folk. It was a fine establishment back in those days, not the smelly, seedy place it has become.

"The Five Claws is a very clean place," says the Khajiit, trying to hold back her anger at the cultured, snobby Breton. "Witseidutsei would have it no other way," she finishes neutrally.

What the fokke is her problem? thinks Kahreem, as he gathers his things.

"So I've heard."

As Kahreem emerges from his small room, he is almost overrun by the very Argonian he has been looking for.

"Why does the prey approach?" says Ahdarji.

"Prey? A-ha-ha-ha, not something you want to say to Redguard, ye of swinging, furry tail and pointy ears."

"What doo yoo want?"

"I want to give you this," the Weet Bandit says. "Here. Take it. I will gladly see this stupid ... uh ... RING ... out of my hands," he says, not caring if anybody hears him this time. "My job is done, and I can leave this stupid town once and hopefully for all."

"Does the hunter have this one's ring?"
"I said I did. Now here. Take this damn thing."

"My ring! All thanks to the claws of the Clan Mother. You have recovered it. Is that slimy Argonian dead?" Ahdarji asks as an afterthought. "Did he suffer long? I hope so."

"Is Amusei dead? Ha! How do you think I made this leather breastplate?"

"You have earned the reward. The Thieves Guild was always good to Ahdarji's dearest mate. I am grateful that the memory is still honored."

"Well, I am glad to have assisted," Kahreem finalizes. "I feel as if a great weight has been taken off my shoulders, and onto yours. You know the Countess is going to be looking for that ring, don't you? And that she's got a secret torture chamber located in the depths of her castle?"

"That's just talk!"

"Ha! I hope I hear you say that on this side of a jail cell, Khajiit," Kahreem warns. "You take care now, ya hear?"

"Swift hunting," Ahdarji says, meaning this in the most literal sense. She's just seen a mouse crawling in the corner after all.

This post has been edited by Renee: Dec 7 2022, 07:33 PM