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Today in Cyrodiil, spoilers version, TES: 4 Oblivion character accounts & stories |
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| Renee |
May 19 2013, 03:12 PM
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Councilor

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

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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! ()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
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...." ()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()() 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
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| macole |
May 14 2020, 08:25 AM
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Mouth

Joined: 10-January 20

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20200514 Fort Sutch Ruins We got as far as the ruins of Fort Sutch when hearing some strange noises coming from the ruined fortress we decided to investigate. Entering the ruins we could hear sounds of joyous celebration echoing from deep within the dark halls of the ruin. Cautiously we advanced until we were stopped by a lowered iron gate. A quick pull of a nearby lever opened the gate and we proceeded to cross over a bridge to where the noise was coming from. Wondering, what good is a gate when the opening lever is so easy to get to? Unfortunately the answer became very clear when the celebration noise had stopped. The racket of raising the rusty gate had alerted the revelers. We prepared ourselves for the worst so when the attack came we were ready. Five mercenaries, four Orc females and one Nord male came charging from a dark hallway. They gave us a tough fight but I’m thinking that they were a little tuckered out from their orgy, err celebrating their latest heist that they fell quick enough to our blades. Two more waylaid us in another hallway, another female Orc mercenary and an Altmer marauder the stunning Captain Cymbaginia Larethias. Woo wee, the infamous Cymbaginia’s Sword of Fracturing combined with her ebony and orcish armor is going to fetch us a hefty bag of septims, for sure. (Is it OOO or MOO that puts names to NPCs? I’m not sure but I like it.) “Feache better search that one thoroughly,” Kaleah teased. “Those Altmer skirts are known to hide their gemstones in the most insidious places.” After looting the ruins of Fort Sutch we left thinking we’d head east a ways before turning north. Walking along enjoying the day; Vilja collecting ingredients and Pym chasing fireflies (until she caught one and burned her fingers), I was just about ready to turn north when Kaleah stopped. Pointing to some nearby Ayleid ruins Kaleah hissed, “She is there.” “Who?” Maeva asked. “The Keeper of the Flame, a Collector, one of those who are sent to retrieve apostates.” Kaleah, the one who laughs in the face of danger was visibly upset about something inside the Ayleid ruins of Trumbe. Nothing is taking Kaleah away against her will. Not now, not ever! Pym was staring at me with those big vacant eyes it was like I could hear her thoughts, “There is only one thing to do. Go to Trumbe and send whatever is there back to wherever it came from.” Rising up to my imposing near Bosmer male height and looking up into Kaleah’s beautiful heterochromia eyes I firmly said, “I ain’t afraid of no daedra!” “My glorious little Feache, I know you’re not.” Kaleah beamed. With that we marched off to Trumbe. May those who stand before us tremble at our approach.
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| macole |
May 15 2020, 07:25 AM
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Mouth

Joined: 10-January 20

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@Acadian: You know where I got the fireflies idea from? Hope you don't mind. 20200515 Trumbe - Nico’s Scimitars, The Alyeid Steps Standing outside the gate of Trumbe Kaleah looked at me and said, “You got a little melodramatic there. Please, control yourself until later when it’s important.” Trumbe proved to be a mid-sized Ayleid structure infected with undead creatures; lich, skeletal warriors and the like. No real problem for a seasoned team of dungeon crawlers. One lich made a big mistake by turning his back to us as he summoned a zombie. The awful sounds of a lich and the terrifying screams of a skeletal warrior reverberated off Trumbe’s marble walls as we approached a gated room. As soon as the gate was down a skeletal champion attacked us. Kaleah hung back providing ranged support while Maeva and Pym stepped up to meet the skeletal champion. I managed to get past the battle with the skeletal champion to find the Keeper of the Flame. The Keeper of the Flame leaps into the fray. Leaving Maeva to battle the skeletal champion, Pym and Wolfgang came to my aid. The fight was soon over after that. The Keeper of the Flame has been sent back to the waters of Oblivion minus the two flaming scimitars, which are now mine. (Nico’s Scimitars, not overpowered and darn good looking. Years ago when I first installed this the Keeper was found dead. Discovered that OOO spawns and the Keeper of the Flame are not compatible. So this time I was expecting a dead Keeper. Didn’t happen, why? Reloading and redoing Trumble a few times I saw a pattern. Sometime OOO spawns a spectral warrior, sometimes not. Whenever there’s a spectral warrior the Keeper is found already slain. No spectral warrior then the Keeper is found alive and full of fight. Being alive is definitely more fun. Instead of trying to fix the faction issue if that is what it is, I decided to change the narration. Had the Keeper had been found dead as expected then Kaleah would not have felt the presence of an adversary. Instead it would have been an honor bound sister in dire straits catching her attention. We would have just been too late.) Off in the corner we could see the shimmering tree markings of an Ayleid door. Trumble-Erfinsel opened with the ancient key. Stepping through the doorway we found ourselves standing in a fairly large step stone way point. An Ayleid plaque hung on the wall that I’m unable to translate. Better make note of this place. Can you imagine using a step stone to transport here and then step through the door unprepared into the room we just came from? Lich, skeletal warriors, spectral warriors, and the possibility of an angry Keeper of the Flame; I don’t want to think about it. We left Trumble feeling good with ourselves for having sent the Keeper back whence she came. With that we broke out in song as we traveled north to help the time go by faster. “I'm a gonna dance with my princess By the light of the magical moon I love ev'ry dance with my baby By the light of the magical moon As I go along my way, I say hey-hey As I go along my way, I say hey-hey.”
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| Acadian |
May 15 2020, 07:29 PM
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Paladin

Joined: 14-March 10
From: Las Vegas

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Sounds like some serious fighting to get through Trumbe - but, as you say, not so much for your team. So the Keeper of the Flame is no longer keeping those nifty flaming blue swords and Kaleah has one less thing to worry about for now. And Pym can go back to chasing fireflies. (Yup, I remember your 'Caption This' comment).  Wait. . . is that a butterfly over there?
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| Renee |
May 17 2020, 03:02 PM
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Councilor

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

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That sounds really scary. I agree, the sounds undead make in Oblivion used to terrify me. Still give me shivers to this day.  Which is good. I have heard Daggerfall is even creepier. I can't view your pictures on this ancient browser I'm using today, but love the poetry! QUOTE(macole @ May 13 2020, 11:13 PM)  . I can get Vilja to whip up a potion for you if you'd like? A little spiced rum and Dr. Pepper guaranteed to cure what ails ya. If it don't turn your hair green first, that is.
Oh heck yes, give me some! ... Only problem is I am not telling her how much money I have. Nope, no Renee-funded shopping sprees for Miss Vilja. Last we saw, 'the Redguard' was headed back to the Waterfront, but having some problems. --------------------------------------- Sun's Height 26, 3rd Era 434, 4:36 pmDays Passed: 334  There was no question. The rain was not abating, it was time to move on. The Redguard had been standing 'his' horse on a large boulder above two vicious enemies, for the better part of an hour: an Imperial soldier and a black bear. Waiting for this pair to somehow turn on one another. Because they were supposed to be natural enemies! Why weren't they turning, then?! Eventually, it was time to move on. The soldier somehow managed to climb the slippery rock. Took a swing with his expensive silver sword. Caught the Redguard right in the leg. "HEY!" Time to roam. The Redguard burst from the safety of his rock, and head off down the hill. Great Forest below. Full gallop of hooves. He accelerates 'his' horse through the forest. Initial enemies fall far behind. But ... there are always more enemies ahead. That is why they call it The Great Forest. Something flashes yellow to the Redguard's left, as he moves by at high speed. A giant, dopey minotaur stands up the road, too dumb to quickly comprehend, as a literal week's worth of food clops its way by. And finally, another soldier. He dismounts his own legion horse ... *schwing* goes his sword as he readies it. Rain continues to fall. Good thing these horses are so sure-footed. "STOP!" The Redguard does not stop. The soldier takes a swing with his expensive silver sword, but he's too late. The Redguard rushes off, just a minute more, before finally slowing down. Looks over his shoulder. Nobody is on his trail. Suddenyl, he remembers the mask. "Ah. The mask. I have got the mask! How could I forget?" Events had been so chaotic over the previous couple of days. The Redguard reaches into his nightsack, pushes aside the slab of salted beef, and there it is. Given to him by Corvus Umbranox, Count of Anvil, it's the mask of the Gray Fox. The long-mysterious Gray Cowl of Nocturnal. Over the past eight months or so, every time he'd met the Gray Fox, he'd been wearing this mask. This cowl. "Finally, after all my taunts, all those months, he finally revealed himself." Yes he did. Corvus Umbranox. Long-respected Count of Anvil. Was the Gray Fox! He'd been missing for years; presumed deceased. Yet all that time, he had been hiding all over Cyrodiil. An upper-class manor here, a lowlife shack amongst poor people there. The Redguard smiles at the thought. Corvus Umbranox, a man even more crafty than himself. A true master of disguise. He reaches into his nightsack, and brushes some salt away. He'd have to take better care of this rare and very useful cowl. No more leaving it aside pieces of food, and bottles of wine. "Oh, this is precious." He places the mask upon his head, instantly gaining its spell of life-detection ability. He smiles. But then grumbles. To his dismay, he can now see there's something out there, rushing toward him. Drats! Another bear! Time to move on.  After another few minutes of rushing, finally he exits the forest. Lo! It's White Gold Tower and the Imperial City, straight ahead! Back to safety. He slows their pace. Trots the horse down the hill, and steadies on flatter ground. Eventually, he realizes he must come to a decision: continue on the road to Weye, or swim the horse across Lake Rumare. Riding through Weye could be a problem. To avoid having some confrontation with some Legion Guard, it would be better to swim the horse across to the Waterfront, where Armand Christophe would quickly take care of his bounty. Things can get back to normal. "But I'll get wet if I do that." Never mind that his clothes are already soaked from the rain. He opts for Weye. Walks slowly there, hoping nobody is outside. With his new cowl's life-detecting ability, he sees a purple shape moseying leisurely in front of one of Weye's cottages. The Redguard assumes it's just that Breton man, the one who's always lurking around his yard. The one who's always complaining about those damned fish. Good, nothing to worry about. "Ah fokke." But it's not that Breton man up ahead. In fact, the Breton is nowhere to be seen. Maybe he's had enough of the rain, too. Clearly, he's not so worried about those damned fish today. No, as the Redguard nears the life-detected blob of magical essence blocking the road, he then sees that there are actually two life-detected blobs of magical essence, blocking the road. And one of them is riding upon the other. "You're wanted dead or alive, Gray Fox!" says the third Legion Soldier encountered for the day. "This will be easier if you're dead!" he glowers. "Oh. Oh this? You are referring to this gray mask I'm wearing? Hey, this mask isn't mine! Some man gave it to me. In fact, the Count of Anvil gave it to me. Yes you heard right, sir. The Count of Anvil, gave this mask, to me. Hard to believe, but I swear it's true. Now, if this mask has anything to do with the so-called Gray Fox, I got nothing to do with any of that." The guard continues to glower. Fingers the haft of his sword hungrily. "So it's the mask, is what I'm saying. It looks just like that mask in all those Gray Fox posters, ha! So yes, I can see how a mistake of recognition could be made here. So you're saying you think I am the Gray Fox, all because I'm wearing this mask?" "I'll make Captain for this!" The Redguard curses his luck once again. "I highly doubt that, sir." Time to move on. "You can try to follow me I guess. Do you know how to swim?" Fortunately, the Waterfront is less than a mile away. --------------------------------- Note: when the game started up, Kahreem was now riding three feet above the horse! Obviously a glitch, but a funny one. Meet the new bossThis post has been edited by Renee: May 17 2020, 04:50 PM
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| macole |
May 18 2020, 02:32 AM
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Mouth

Joined: 10-January 20

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QUOTE(Lopov @ May 17 2020, 11:38 AM)  @macole - are you using some graphics overhaul? Your game looks very...sharp.
Yes, you could say I use some graphics overhaul. Using Bevilex' modlist for Oblivion as a guide I installed the suggested an ENB prest, Oblivion Reloaded, and some 147 texture, body, and face replacers. I have a total of 294 packages installed which includes 265 active mods; esm and esp. Game looks incredible, runs real smooth, and hardly ever crashes. That is unless everyone starts throwing fireballs. This post has been edited by macole: May 18 2020, 02:35 AM
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| mirocu |
May 18 2020, 06:20 PM
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Ancient

Joined: 8-February 13
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QUOTE(Renee @ May 17 2020, 04:02 PM)  Note: when the game started up, Kahreem was now riding three feet above the horse! Obviously a glitch, but a funny one. Somehow I feel this could only have happened to Kahreem  Great story! Can't wait to see what the Weet bandit will be up to next now that he is the new top of the pops 
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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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| macole |
May 19 2020, 07:19 AM
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Mouth

Joined: 10-January 20

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@Renee - I think this is a better shot of the Keeper of the Flame. She is welcome to join my little party anytime but she is bound by honor and duty and is not likely to change allegiance. What’s really neat about the swords is that they are scripted to both sheath at the hip or on the back (there’s an esp for each). Both swords are equipped or unequipped in a single action. Daggerfall Style Skeletons screams are in my mod list. The Redguard,,, the more I read it the more I’m laughing. This is really good. He’s quick on his feet but needs to work on his persuasion skill a bit. Then there’s Kahreem floating above the horse. Nothing relieves saddle sores like a little levitation spell. And they say levitation is banned in Cyrodiil. 20200519 Rebuilding the OrreryWith the removal of the Keeper of the Flame Kaleah was feeling much less anxious about traveling the Highlands. Good thing too because even though it was late in the day and we were exhausted my Ladies didn’t feel up to the disorienting effect, slight as it is of teleportation. So we walked heading NNE until well past dark. It was around 11:00PM when we spied the flickering yellow glow of a campfire. It wouldn’t hurt to ask if they’d be willing to share their campfire for the night. As we made our way to the camp site we nearly tripped over the body of a dead bandit. Searching the body of we found a Dwemer cog and an undelivered letter revealing the locations of more stolen Dwemer artifacts. This must be Camp Ales Bothiel had mentioned in the letter. From out of the darkness came a lone legionnaire demanding to know what was going on. After announcing ourselves and presenting Bothiel’s letter we told the legionnaire we were investigating the theft of Dwarven artifacts from Morrowind, destined for the Universitum Arcanorum. Anyone conspiring to sell stolen Dwemer artifacts for profit will suffer greatly. For a moment I thought I heard the legionnaire mumble something about losing early retirement. The legionnaire accepted our story and continued his patrol. Sometimes it pays to be the Champion of Cyrodiil. A few hours sleep and we were up at dawn refreshed and ready to go. It was raining and the legionnaire was still hanging about. He said he was standing guard as we slept. Kaleah who sleeps with one eye open, whispered in my ear that the legionnaire just stood there all night starring at the Dwemer cog. As a thank you for a job well done I gave the legionnaire a one-day pass to Gweden. He tucked it under his armor, gave a salute and with a “Glad to be of service” turned and headed south. We on the other hand quickly packed up and took off. Continuing in a NNE direction we climbed higher into the Colovian Highlands. “Sometimes I don’t think you know where you are going”, I heard Vilja complain. “You never ask me where we should go.” Vilja is always complaining that I don’t ask her what we should do so I asked her. And what did she say? “I don’t know, go kill something?” “Yeah!” both Kaleah and Maeva enthusiastically voiced their opinion. Pym just smiled and pointed a nearby Ayleid ruin, Varondo. Ok, into Varondo we go. Who knows maybe we’ll find some bedrolls where we can take a nap. This post has been edited by macole: May 19 2020, 07:45 AM
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| macole |
May 24 2020, 07:29 AM
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Mouth

Joined: 10-January 20

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20200523 Nico’s Scimitars prt2 Before we entered Varondo for the first time I warned my Ladies to be careful don’t fall prey to impulsive actions. Did they listen? No, we hadn’t gone ten steps when lessons learned were soon forgotten. We passed a locked gate behind which daedra were milling about. Kaleah, still obsessed by the Keeper of the Flame in Trumbe, led My Ladies in trying to get at the daedra on the other side. Unable to unlock the gate or to get my Ladies to relinquish their attack, I continued on alone. It wasn’t long before I found myself in a most precarious situation. Those depraved daedra conjuring Guardians of Oblivion were everywhere and so were their summoned minions. I was afraid that this was the end when one by one my Ladies began to arrive. Just in time too. Raeght and his brother Fhis had joined the battle. With his great sword Raeght laid low Kaleah and Pym as he cut his way toward me. His attack was relentless but the point of my blade found an opening. Then I ended him rightly. His brother Fhis fared no better when we corned him in the next hallway. The beauty of an Arcane Shield he carried I gave to Maeva. With the first level of Varondo now quiet, we entered Varondo-Beldastare. As in the first level we were nearly overwhelmed by the Guardians of Oblivion and their Daedra allies. To help even the odds I summoned Marky and the Sisters of Insanity. Take no prisoners, my beatuies. Masters at the Universitum Arcanorum teach that spells have their own color it just happens so quickly you can hardly ever see it. Here with the heavy fighting kicking-up so much dust in the damp air, the color of magic hung suspended in the air like a cloud. Surrounded, the Beldastare leader Vannyssa Copperwing looked around desperately but there were no more Daedra or Guardians left to come to her aid. My Ladies don’t take kindly to those that mistreat me. It’s either that or they are very possessive and don’t want to share. With the fighting over, as we went about looting Varondo-Beldastare. We discover more Ayleid step stones. By the Goddess these steps put you in the most dangerous of places. There was something else, a set of Nico’s Ebony Scimitars (I forgot they were here). A non-flaming version of the scimitars we found in Trumbe. Maeva says they’re more like a khopesh than a scimitar so I gave them to her to carry. Smarty-pants! “Plus 20 inteligence,” Maeva retorted as she sashayed away. I feel dumber already. Finding another Ayleid door we entered Varondo-Varlasel. The level of the fighting did not diminish one little bit. Aster Orontes gave us a good chase. Summoning Daedra to block our pursuit didn’t help him as we eventually took the Imago Storm Gauntlets from him. A Dremora Valkynaz tried to stop us from entering the finale treasure room. A full set of Daedric armor minus the helm was looted from his body. Kaleah celebrates a victory. In the finale treasure room, three very hard locked Ayleid reliquaries are defended briefly by a big Xivilai and ill-tempered clannfear. Having to strip down to the skivvies in order for my ‘unlock everything’ spell to work on very hard locks is… well, it’s a little embarrassing with all the snickering going on behind me. We left the treasure room by a side hallway which eventually led to… well wouldn’t you know the now unlocked locked gate near Varondo’s entrance. Instead of rejoicing the ladies are complaining. Everyone is tired and their feet are sore. So, back into Varondo we go to a place where we saw beds and pallets, to take a long nap.
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| Lopov |
May 25 2020, 10:01 AM
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Master

Joined: 11-February 13
From: Slovenia

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What's that black being "sitting" next to the door in the first pic? Is that the glass atronach? That unlock spell better works else there might be some serious giggle. 
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