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Renee |
Aug 30 2016, 01:10 AM
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Councilor

Joined: 19-March 13
From: Ellicott City, Maryland

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Yeah it was bugging me because on the Xena show, she never wears purple armor, it is supposed to be sort of black/brown, like leather. But I like the deep black color she's got on. The only weird thing is ... shadows are backwards. If the front of her outfit is in sunlight, for instance, her front will be in shadow, while the back of her will look shinier, as though it's got a light source on it!  I have no idea why this is, and it's not a huge deal, but I wonder why it does this? QUOTE(SubRosa @ Aug 29 2016, 05:45 PM)  Xena Renee Gade is back in black! Oh yes, this brings me back to middle school. Hee hee.
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Renee |
Sep 4 2016, 02:31 PM
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Councilor

Joined: 19-March 13
From: Ellicott City, Maryland

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Lothran has chill pills in his game? What mod is that? Loredas, 6:49 pm, Frost Fall 20, 3rd Era 434Joan of Arkay opens the gate to Battlehorn Castle, and decides it's finally time to do something about the rotting corpses lying in front of the place, since the men who have taken residence inside Battlehorn don't seem to be interested. She grabs each of these three bodies one by one, and drags him slowly down the small hill. The stench is overbearing to most folks, and perhaps this is why the men have refused to do it, But if they'd done it several weeks ago, these corpses wouldn't be stinking up the front gate in the first place. As an agent of Arkay who deals with plenty of undead though, Joan had already become accustomed to this stench long ago. She drags each corpse one by one, moving slowly, thinking about the days to come. In fact, she is planning to go to Bruma, so she can buy a horse there. She's heard that she'll be able to afford a horse with the gold she's collected over the past several weeks. Next Day, 11:53 am"If you're looking to buy a horse, go inside and talk to Bongond," says Nardhil, the dark elf who works Chorrol's stable. "A horse? How did you know? Well I cannot afford one of the chestnuts you have here. Fact of matter, I am going to Bruma during the upcoming days, to buy one there. You will see within a week! I am quite delighted by the prospect of finally owning my own steed." "I can't believe that Glistel would live with that Malintus Ancrus,' says Nardhil, relieved to be able to spill some gossip. The Breton before her was obviously not going to buying one of her chestnuts today. "Shameful, and her being such a lovely girl." "Yes well, the affairs of town, I have seen many such affairs," Joan replies, hoping Nirdhil won't notice her clear disinterest in small-town politics. "Good day." "To you, as well." Days Passed: 55 Active Quests: 15 Quests Cmpltd: 3 Bounty: 0 Fame: 1 Infamy: 0 This post has been edited by Renee: Sep 4 2016, 04:45 PM
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gpstr |
Sep 4 2016, 06:05 PM
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Agent
Joined: 26-March 15

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Nicely played - those permacorpses in front of Battlehorn are a distraction.
So I see how it happened in Joan's universe, but in ours, did you actually move them or did you console disable them? Just sort of curious - I used to actually move unwanted permacorpses somewhere in-game, but I've gotten lazy over the years, and now I just disable them, regardless of what I presume happened in the game world.
And I agree with you exactly about the horses. I'm not much of a fan of horses at all, but the few times that I have used them, I've preferred the slower ones. In fact, the most I used a horse was with Bob's first playthrough, and he ended up trading off Prior Maborel's horse and trying out pretty much all of the others, then finally going back to a paint horse.
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Renee |
Sep 8 2016, 02:44 AM
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Councilor

Joined: 19-March 13
From: Ellicott City, Maryland

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The following is a short RP moment I had with RG3, which came about during Giskard's Elder Council mod. Nobody can relate to it I'm sure unless you've done this quest, so no worries if it goes over your heads. RG3 gets as snarky as ever though during this one. She's supposed to be confronting a guy who's apparently some sort of contact for black bow bandits near Bravil & Leyawiin.
Morndas, 6:48 pm, Sun's Dawn 18 4th Era 21
A clear day developed quickly into rain. Renee changed out of her legion outfit and put on her custom-made Skyrim suit instead. Strode right into town. The Five Claws was the first place she found, and the man named Hojor Roflin was right there inside, sleeping in a room. Renee paid 100 gold to the Argonian innkeep to open the door to this room.
"Go ahead, please."
"Sure," Renee starts. "What do you know about a group of rabble-rousers taking up residence along the road to Bravil?"
"At least you are here. I was about to send some men to find you. So, the Khajiit have run off to Bravil, ha ha, it will not do them any good!"
"You got that right."
"Because we have pushed the Renrijra Krin back into Elsweyr," says Hojor, the elf who'd been mentioned in the letter Renee had found, back in some bandit's camp. She'd found this letter, which mentioned that she'd locate the bandits' 'contact' here in Five Claws Lodge. And here he is. "....and are ready for phase two at last. Look, stop making stupid comments and listen up."
"You sure you want me to stop asking stupid questions? Are you really sure?"
"Count Terentius and Count Caro have ordered me to assemble the men. They are just about ready and are waiting for orders."
"Which you are going to tell me of course. Because you like me so much," Renee says, realizing that the Bosmer she's speaking to is confusing her with some other dark-haried, white-skinned woman.
"In phase II, you and the rest of the men will march towards Bravil where you will join up with more men, and then head for the Imperial City."
"Yes sir. And how are we to arrange ourselves, strategically?"
"Who are you? You're not one of my men."
"Of course I'm not one of your men. It's because I'm not a man, you lowlife."
"YOU are an imposter!"
"If you say so. Now I'm scared, by the way. My cover has been blown."
"Well, enjoy your time in Leyawiin, because the moment you leave, you're dead!"
"And you're deader, if your men do not succeed with their kill. Which they won't. Trust me on that. You and your sorry men'll be nothing but boar's feed by the time I'm done with you."
"Be seeing you," Hojor replied, confident this would be the last time he'd see this 'imposter' woman.
"You can bet on that."
This post has been edited by Renee: Sep 8 2016, 02:58 AM
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Decrepit |
Sep 9 2016, 04:05 PM
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Master

Joined: 9-September 15
From: Mid-South USA

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My decrepit avatar and Vilja are paused at the Bravil Gate, about to exit the city, reclaim their beasts, and begin the ride to Imperial Bridge Inn, there to gather taxes-due for the Empire.
The evening prior they dined at Silverhome. My avatar had Beef & Leek Savory Pie, a roll, and imported Ale, for the main course, and later a sweetcake washed down with his favorite exotic mead. He selected a Skingrad Wine and later a local mead for Vil, along with whatever it was she ordered to eat. They slept, as is their normal practice is Bravil, at the Fighters Guild hall. As is almost always the case, my avatar retired first, leaving his ward to her own devices. As only rarely happens, he woke to find Vil in bed next to him. Rest assured nothing untoward occurred. Their relationship remains purely platonic, much as my avatar sometimes wishes it was otherwise.
They dressed, returned to Silverhome, breakfasted, and as mentioned are now about to head out on their tax run.
This post has been edited by Decrepit: Sep 9 2016, 07:22 PM
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mirocu |
Sep 9 2016, 04:10 PM
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Spam Meister

Joined: 8-February 13
From: [CLASSIFIED]

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QUOTE(Decrepit @ Sep 9 2016, 05:05 PM)  My decrepit avatar and Vilja are paused at the Bravil Gate, about to exit the city, reclaim their beast, and begin the ride to Imperial Bridge Inn, there to gather taxes-due for the Empire.
I am not exaggerating when I say it´s so nice to read this again, Decrepit. Cyrodiil needs its relentless guardian 
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Lol birdIt matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.
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mALX |
Sep 9 2016, 04:32 PM
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Ancient

Joined: 14-March 10
From: Cyrodiil, the Wastelands, and BFE TN

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QUOTE(Decrepit @ Sep 9 2016, 11:05 AM)  My decrepit avatar and Vilja are paused at the Bravil Gate, about to exit the city, reclaim their beast, and begin the ride to Imperial Bridge Inn, there to gather taxes-due for the Empire.
The evening prior they dined at Silverhome. My avatar had Beef & Leek Savory Pie, a roll, and imported Ale, for the main course, and later a sweetcake washed down with his favorite exotic mead. He selected a Skingrad Wine and later a local mead for Vil, along with whatever it was she ordered to eat. They slept, as is their normal practice is Bravil, at the Fighters Guild hall. As is almost always the case, my avatar retired first, leaving his ward to her own devices. As only rarely happens, he woke to find Vil in bed next to him. Rest assured nothing untoward occurred. Their relationship remains purely platonic, much as my avatar sometimes wishes it was otherwise.
They dressed, returned to Silverhome, breakfasted, and as mentioned are now about to head out on their tax run.
WOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They're Back!!!!
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SubRosa |
Sep 9 2016, 05:57 PM
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Ancient

Joined: 14-March 10
From: Between The Worlds

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Yay! The Decrepit Avatar is back! Haha... Ooh, I'm back (back), the fog is lifted The nirn has shifted, and raise the gifted You knew I'd be back, so pack your bone And hit the road Jakben, cause daddy's home With the funky hot wrists, thick like Yagrum Bagarn Pumpin out hits, gettin chips like Olava the Fair Bitch I told ya, do not hate Or question the music I make, ugh I make NIBENEAN ROCK, and I mix it wit the HAMMERFELL-HOP I getcha higher than a GRAHT-OAK You want to roll wit the DECREPIT AVATAR (yeeaah!) I make COLOVIAN ROCK, and I mix it wit the HAMMERFELL-HOP Got money like WHITE GOLD TOWER, I'll forever be the Decrepit Avatar FOREVER! The junky's are, still skooma smokin Still the same cause I ain't change nuttin Huffin, and puffin; I got two rookies All in check doin the nordic boogie The emperor is back, to retract the wack Re-pack my sack, wit the double fat back Forget all that, I'm still singin (yeeaah!) And like kids on imga bars I'm still swingin Thought I got dusty, thought I'd get rusty Thought I'd get rich and quit, oh he must be Fat and ugly, broke black and blue But I'm trim fit, rich and back for round two Red, white and the Tamika's Blue Ribbon Dead right, that's how I'm livin Givin you more, that the false and fakes They can't make the kinda music I make, eh-huh The black khajiit is back, in original form The legible, credible, inevitable storm Way past the norm', still misbehavin Finger in the air and the flag still wavin Don't come, don't test the boss Cause I got this sewn like Mephala the Webspinner You can floss and front, you can taunt and tease But you can't [censored] with rhymes like these Thumpin like a drum kit wit wrists that slit picks Bumpin for the kids who twist splifs and sips fifth I got the gift I'm about to unravel (Eight ball, side pocket) Eight ball in my jerkin Khajiit and skooma, you know how I live "You can't say that Decrepit, " [censored] off, I just did Watch me twirl, the earl, the pearl Or just keep on Decrepit Rockin in the free world The black khajiit is back, in original form The legible, credible, inevitable storm Way past the norm', still misbehavin Finger in the air and the flag still wavin NIBENEAN ROCK - FOREVER! HAMMERFELL-HOP - FOREVER! GRAHT-OAK - FOREVER! DECREPIT ROCK! (yeeaah!) [Repeat until fade] This post has been edited by SubRosa: Sep 10 2016, 05:45 PM
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