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Renee
post May 11 2017, 11:20 PM
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Huh? There's music in the background? .. Wait, what are you guys talking about?

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post May 13 2017, 07:32 PM
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QUOTE(Renee @ May 12 2017, 12:20 AM) *

Huh? There's music in the background? .. Wait, what are you guys talking about?

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Yeah, the invisible orchestra biggrin.gif


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Lothran just raided Fort Magia, first time in ten years! I don't know how we've not done this one before! ohmy.gif


Anyway, haven't missed much, it was a very mediocre dungeon crawl. Some undead that are now fully dead, some minor loot, some slaughterfish, hey-ho.. indifferent.gif

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post May 16 2017, 11:18 PM
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I really shouldn't be writing at this time of night...




Luther Broad's Boarding House was everything Sal had been expecting.

The common room was half empty of people, but packed wall-to-wall with murk and gloom. The air was thick with the odours of stale ale and smoke from cheap candles, fighting a losing battle to mask the fetid undertones of old vomit and blood. The tables were old and battered, years of abuse and innumerable stains rendering them almost hazardous to patrons. The thick air turned quiet conversations into a muted grumble, words drowning and crumbling as they fought their way through the fug. Indistinct figures, many of them hooded, sat at tables in twos or threes, each keeping one hand near their waist, and one eye on the door.

Sal stood a moment in the doorway, noting the sidelong glances shot his way, and feeling the weight of eyes hidden beneath hoods and shadows upon him. Snorting, he shrugged them off and made his way to the bar.

"Don't see many of your kind in the city, Argonian." The barman, a balding Imperial with grey hair rumbled.

"I'm just passing through."

The barman snorted. "I said the same myself, thirty-odd years ago. This place is a trap. You don't get in without someone getting an edge on you, and then you're stuck." He dropped his gaze and shook his head, morose, before returning his gaze to Sal. "You'll be wanting a room I take it? Ten gold for the night." Sal placed a stack of coins on the counter. "Up the stairs, second door on the left."

Sal padded up the stairs to his room, eased the door open, and slid inside. He'd taken no more than a single stride before the door slammed behind him. He darted forward a step, snatched at his bow and quiver as he turned to face the door, and came up short as cold steel pricked at his throat, eyes locked on the hooded figure holding the blade.

"I've been expecting you, Argonian."


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post May 17 2017, 03:33 PM
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QUOTE(Callidus Thorn @ May 16 2017, 06:18 PM) *

I really shouldn't be writing at this time of night...


Stop it.

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The common room was half empty of people, but packed wall-to-wall with murk and gloom. The air was thick with the odours of stale ale and smoke from cheap candles, fighting a losing battle to mask the fetid undertones of old vomit and blood. The tables were old and battered, years of abuse and innumerable stains rendering them almost hazardous to patrons. The thick air turned quiet conversations into a muted grumble, words drowning and crumbling as they fought their way through the fug. Indistinct figures, many of them hooded, sat at tables in twos or threes, each keeping one hand near their waist, and one eye on the door.


This snippet is great. Atmospheric and moody. I love the beginning. What do you think mirocu? ... Acadian? ... Anyone?

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post May 17 2017, 03:53 PM
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Renee is right! That is a very moodyatmospheric opening! goodjob.gif


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post May 17 2017, 04:17 PM
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QUOTE(Renee @ May 17 2017, 03:33 PM) *

QUOTE(Callidus Thorn @ May 16 2017, 06:18 PM) *

I really shouldn't be writing at this time of night...


Stop it.


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I just meant that getting my mind all worked up that late at night means I've got to wait a couple of hours for it to calm down enough for me to get some sleep wacko.gif

I'm glad you liked the opening. I'm on kind of a descriptive kick at the moment, having a lot of fun with it, though it does get frustrating from time to time. And it makes a change from my old combat-centric writing.


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post May 18 2017, 01:55 AM
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OH okay I got ya, CT. Sure, I know how it is, you get into some writing and get all worked up, next thing you know you can't sleep. smile.gif I am

Well I am going to post another RG3 update. It's a shortie. The last one I've got written for springtime in her world.

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Tirdas, Second Seed 28, late afternoon

Party leaves Bravil, and begins heading toward Water's Edge. They spend so much time dawdling in town beforehand though that they are forced to stop travel by the time they reach Bawn. Not only is it getting dark, but rain falls hard, making visibility nearly impossible. Party stays at Bawnwatch Camp overnight.

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post May 19 2017, 09:50 AM
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I will probably have my last Oblivion session for a while now this evening. As of tomorrow I'll move to the cottage and thus gaming will only happen once in awile.

I'll have Lothran stay in the Imperial City as it's so central and from where he can reach all of Cyrodiil quite easily if need be. I reckon next time he's upp for Bravil which will be nice smile.gif


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post May 21 2017, 12:45 AM
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What? NO gaming at the cottage? What is this madness???? panic.gif

Kidding. How long will Lothran be inactive, do you suppose? And Mirocu too, your Fallout 3 rich guy?

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post May 21 2017, 09:08 AM
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QUOTE(Renee @ May 21 2017, 01:45 AM) *

How long will Lothran be inactive, do you suppose? And Mirocu too, your Fallout 3 rich guy?

Dunno about Lothran. I'll game with him at random when it feels right. No schedule for him.


About FO3, I'll prolly game each Friday as usual smile.gif


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post May 21 2017, 10:52 PM
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Oh, well that's good. Fallout 3 every Friday. I will probably start FO3 soon too. Summer's coming.

In other news, I transferred Lady Saga's Xbox save over to PC. This will be the younger version of Saga, who still was traveling around with Erthor after coming back from Valenwood. She will finally take that annoying Bosmer back home, ha ha. And eventually, after doing a bunch of random exploring and such, she will then return to Valenwood, but this time we can go there with her. wub.gif

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Last Seed 30, 4th Era Year 5

Days Passed: 4

Lady Saga, aka Aerin of Valenwood, returns to the province of Cyrodiil, and arrives on Anvil's docks. On her person, she carries a number of small things (gems and such) she can sell, to start her self off once again. She begins her game with the following...

1 Iron Bow
24 Iron Arrows
1 Rusty Iron Daggar

1 Burlap Vest
1 Tan Linen Skirt
2 Rough Leather Boots

An assortment of potions and poisons, food, and ingredients (some of which she eventually turns into more potions and poisons).

An assortment of random items: lockpicks, gold, four torches, and one empty canteen.

298 gold pieces, after selling all her pretties, and selling several useless potions she made.

When she arrives, her skin is tanned, for she had been spending lots of time outdoors in Valenwood. Unfortunately, she had resorted to some sort of ordinary, mundane lifestyle over the past five years. Though she can still twang a bow, her skill her has become less. And she's completely forgotten all the spells she'd learned, when she left Cyrodiil long ago with Erthor. All except for her two healing spells, which she'd been using daily down there, for whatever reason.

Oh yes, Erthor. By now, after spending all this time back in Valenwood, he can't wait to get back to Skingrad, safe and sound. And this time, Saga means to return him there, for real.

Saga managed to return to the Mages Guild, and easily joined them once again. She'd been kicked out of the Guild long ago*, but nobody seems to remember. While in the guild, she met a mage associate who seemed eager to do some adventuring, which pleased Saga to no end, especially since during the 3rd Era, she had all sorts of trouble getting anybody to follow her; they were all too frightened of the Oblivion Crisis, it seems. So now, Saga has a couple others to travel with, which is good, since she hasn't even got a proper set of armor, yet.

After spending a couple days in Anvil. Saga is ready to head to Skingrad, and eventually the Imperial City, where she'll begin her magical training once again, by picking up a few discount spells there.

* The youngest version of Saga on PS3 got kicked out of the Mages Guild

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