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

[Renee]

Fredas, 10:21 AM, Sun's Dusk 30



On the day before the last day of the Year 433, Kahreem of Weet walks proudly into Bravil's lowest-class tavern, and plunks a Large Sack upon this tavern's floor.

"Greetings".

"Have a look at my wares," he tells his new Thieves Guild fence. "I'm sure there's something to suit you."

"So whot's hot today?" Galena asks.

Luciana Galena does indeed have a look at Kahreem's wares, and likes what she sees. Silverware, and lots of it. Though it's obvious to her where he'd managed to get so much silverware, and so quickly, all of the items he presents to her are basically generic. Typical pieces fashioned in mass-production. Such pieces could have come from anywhere, if you really thought about it.

"I do think I've been taken advantage of," Luciana admits, as Kahreem begins selling her the pieces he's got one by one.

"Yeah? Look at this right here, a silver carafe. I have heard it was once owned by Arch Mage Traven himself. How about 3 gold?"

"I don't think so. You wouldn't try to cheat an old pro, would you?"

In attendance at the Lonely Suitor Lodge are several others, but Kahreem doesn't think they'll be much of a problem, as he publicly sells his hot wares. The orc who runs the bar knows Galena well, and the rest of the Suitor's patrons are all lowlife skooma-sucking scum, the Redguard thinks.

"Mmm ... skooma", the Weet Bandit says after closing his sale with his fence. "I've really got a mind for some skooma. "But first, some sleep. I've got a big night on my plate tonight."

He leaves the Lonely Suitor with a total of 518 gold. His manpurse is crammed with it, but he's hungry for more. The Castle. Kahreem decides it's going to be best to try entry into the castle at night; in an effort to avoid others. Last time he had tried Bravil's castle he had been attacked by an invisible elf, and this elf had caught him quickly, too. He hadn't much time to react before getting attacked by someone he could not fokkinge see!

"Let's just keep this affair between the two of us."

"I'm not talking if you're not."

"Shadow hide you."

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11:51 PM
He awakes to a clear, dark night, has a bite to eat, and then begins the task of choosing what he'll wear for his exploits.

Kahreem's got several types of clothing stashed here in the Argonian's flat, so it takes awhile for him to decide. He finally chooses to wear a fishing wader's outfit. What he'll do is walk into the castle wearing this outfit, looking like a common Redguard fisherman, but once he's managed to break into the castle he will then switch this set of clothes for something more fashionable. He places a set of red & purple-colored pantaloons made of velvet into his nightsack, which will be topped by a green woolen shirt.

He makes his way briskly to the caslte, mumbling something about his day's catch on the Niben while he walks past a couple of guards. "Got some cod and some catfish, I think; best catch I've had in awhile. Heard the Count himself wants a taste of it," he says vaguely.

The guard does not respond.



He finds himself in the castle's court area, which seems empty, but he knows there are some guards posted on the balcony above the Count's throne, and knows he cannot change his clothes just yet. As he sneaks up the stairs toward the top of the balcony, he does indeed see a couple of guards posted several yards away, but these guards stand beside a door he's not planning on going through. He also suddenly remembers the layout of the castle, at least in this immediate area. He fetches and fidgets a lockpick into the door he crouches before, surprised to find he's only got one tumbler to push. Piece of cake.

*clink*

Before anybody knows what's going on, he's passed through the door itself. It makes a lot of noise, but the guards standing in the court don't seem to care or notice. He finds himself at the end of a long hallway, with (unfortunately) a figure walking directly toward hm. Kahreem crouches off to the side, but is caught by this guard within seconds.

"You're trespassing here, you'll have to leave!"

Again, there it is. He's been caught. Already! ... The Weet Bandit realizes Castle Bravil might just be impossible for him to prowl within. "Some Cat Burgular", he says to himself as he is escorted back into the castle's court area. "FOKKE!" .. This time, he doesn't even bother to crouch before the guards who stand here in court. He walks right by them, spying a door on the other side of the court's balcony.

"It's you. Hiiii." says one guard. "What's this about?" asks the other. They don't seem to recognize the Redguard who's just passed before them, so Kahreem decides to stand off to one side, over by the wall itself (but not in direct line-of-sight for the guards).



He begins to study the shadow the guard nearest to him makes, as the guard looks this way and that. He doesn't actually move, he merely looks to his left, forward, and right.

"All that standing around for a damn Septim."

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Loredas, 7:04 AM
Suddenly both guards begin to move, and walk briskly by Kahreem. "So tiresome," admits one of them. The Redguard Cat Burgular agrees, and also sees his chance. Just after the guards leave the court area, there's a brief moment when nobody is present, so therefore nobody will notice has he slips between the door they've been guarding for the last X hours.

"Hah!"

The Weet Bandit makes his way into the Lord's Manor area. He's been here before, he realizes. Up ahead and to his left is a short hall which leads to a door. And THIS door is the one he'd gone through last time, when an invisible elf caught him snooping around, and attacked him on the spot.

"Not doing that again."

He does make his way in this direction, though. Chances are a guard could be coming along any minute, so Kahreem acts fast. Makes his way into the short hallway, and then changes clothes from lower-class to middle-class. A moment later, a guard does indeed pass by, *click awwwwwww* and passes through a door. The fishing waders Kahreem'd been wearing were tossed into the open hallway, but the guard doesn't seem to notice.

Calm, soothing music plays from some unseen place as Kahreem tries his best to concentrate. He listens for footsteps, really fine-tuning his ears for the smallest sounds. And he's glad he chose not to suck any skooma within the last 18 hours.

"The fokkinge music. Argh!"

As soothing as it is, this music makes it hard for him to concentrate. He attempts to crouch back toward the main Lord's Manor hall, and decides he'll wait here until somebody passes by. He's within eyesight of the main hallway, so will a guard or some other such resident notice him? Seconds, and then minutes go by. Finally, a blue-suited noble, possibly the Count himself, passes by. He is accompanied by a guard. They do not see him, but they also passed by him going in the wrong direction. There's no way they could have seen him, coming down the hall like they did. He wants to see if somebody can see him approaching his hiding spot. A few seconds later, he gets his wish. A guard with a large silver bow on his back does just what Kahreem wants. The Cat Burgular is not noticed.

"Good."

He decides he'll try crouching down and following this guard for a bit. Maybe there's an alcove up ahead he can duck into. He rushes near-silently up a long, carpeted hall, while the guard up ahead remains clueless. There is no alcove up here, but the end of this hall is pretty dark. The Weet Bandit crouches in this darkness, and waits for somebody else to pass. Will he be noticed this time?

Again, he gets his wish, as a guard passes literally four feet away from Kahreem. Kahreem could reach out and attempt to pickpocket the guard, that's how close he was. Kahreem looks to his left. It's a blind corner. Is there a room ahead, or another hallway? ... It's a brighter area he can see, so he decides to stay crouched, listening for the right moment to move. He has to wait for occasional lulls in the castle's music to really get a good earful, and unfortunately there aren't enough of these 'lulls'.

"Gotta make it to the Count's chamber," he says, knowing anything less would be (most likely) useless.

He creeps forward a few inches, and then from this point he can see down the long hallway he's just passed through. A guard is coming. Again, he passes bare feet away from Kahreem, yet does not flinch. Kahreem risks a move into the middle of the hall he's in, and sees that there's a door straight ahead. The hall itself goes to the left, and this is the direction the guard also goes. Again, he makes a bold move, zips out of his hiding spot, and quickly tries the door he's found.

"IT'S ALL OVER, LAWBREAKER! Your spree is at an end. I'll take any stolen goods you have. The next move ... is yours. Pay your fine, or I'll haul you away."

There really is no point in running, Kahreem realizes. He's not on any sort of job for the Thieves Guild, nor is he carrying anything stolen, other than the clothes he is wearing and maybe a carrot. But dammit, foiled again!

"Fine. Let us go to jail, then."

"Hope you rot, criminal scum!"

This post has been edited by Renee: Dec 23 2022, 03:52 PM

[Lopov]

He makes his way briskly to the caslte, mumbling something about his day's catch on the Niben while he walks past a couple of guards. "Got some cod and some catfish, I think; best catch I've had in awhile. Heard the Count himself wants a taste of it," he says vaguely.

The guard does not respond.

[Grits]

What an adventure! Your electrical tape mod turns a creep through the castle into high excitement. Kahreem’s thoughts always make me laugh.

[Renee]

Aww thanks you two.

[mirocu]

I feel so bad for Kahreem!! He just can´t catch a break!

Thanks for another Weet Bandit story, Renee!

[Renee]

2:39 PM, Tirdas, Morning Star 29, 4th Era Year 5

"I suppose I have a moment. What is it?"

Lady Saga and her band of traveling elves has been walking along an unmarked dirt road for about an hour when they found a couple of people standing outside an Ayleid ruin. It's been days since Aerin has had real food, but this fact barely seems to bother her. She thinks she's finally found the right place.

One of the men before her wears chainmail, and does not have a helmet on. The other one is fully-suited in expensive golden armor.

"Per chance, have we come upon Malada?" Saga asks the man (a Breton) without a helmet.

"What?"

"Malada? I have been making travels all across the lower foothills of the Valus in search of this Ayelid ruin. Might I, per chance, have located such?"

"Strange ruins, huh?" asks the Breton. "You'd have to be crazy to go in there. I'm just here for the scenery and fresh air."

This answer is half-informative to the Elf Ranger from Valenwood. She hasn't come all this way for a partial answer. .... "Have you knowledge of where the group of us stands, sir?" she asks the other man, the one in the golden armor.

"What do you want?" asks a female's voice. Not a man. A woman.

"Oh, thousand pardons, Nord. Might have we perchance come upon the site known as Malada by the long-ago Ayleids?"

"Beautiful countryside, don't you think? We're just doing a bit of hunting and sightseeing. Not that it's any of your business."

This comment (of course) takes Lady Saga for surprise. The man and lady she's encountered aren't hostile or anything, but they're not exactly forthcoming. If there's any trouble, Saga knows she's got a couple of elves along with her to help, and she's suddenly glad that she chose to renew Modryn Oreyn's contract the day before. Modryn was no doubt the lesser of her pair of travelling elves, but at moments like this, he could come in handy.

"I shall make my way inside that ruin, be-henced your words, Breton. Any containments or troubles, and I have a pair here of whom you ought to make awareance of. Have we understandings?"

"Just leave me alone!" answers the Nord lady.

And Saga has no problem with this. She had only asked for some friendly information, but not everybody out here in the wilds of Cyrodiil could, or wanted to, be so friendly. Still, they weren't being hostile. As she and her two elf companions approach the ruins, Saga gets the sense that she is indeed in the right place.

"Modryn."

"Go on."

"Have you qualms about guarding my horse once again?"

"Okay, I'll stay here. Would you like me to do anything whilst I wait?"

"No, just stay here, Modryn," she says, remembering the last time she had allowed one of her crew to wander off while on duty. When this happened, Maglir had disappeared for weeks; he had somehow gotten trapped inside of a boulder just north of Hackdirt*. It was only through a lot of spontaneous concentration, and a bit of magic of course, that Saga had managed to free the man.

"I willl see you in a bit", answers Modryn, dreading the hours of boredom ahead. On the other hand, he was making an easy 400 gold a week just to guard a stupid horse. He didn't have much to complain about.

As Lady Saga turns to the ruins before her, she sends a silent notion to the spirits of Nirn, in protection.

*

And wow, that was interesting getting outside of Malada, only to be greeted by Claude Maric and attacked! .... Did NOT expect that, although something seemed fishy during the entire discussion with the two initial NPCs.



This post has been edited by Renee: Dec 23 2022, 04:36 PM

[mirocu]

I remember that! It´s the quest for the something or other... thingy for the Umbacano fellow!

Aaah, such memories!

[Grits]

That’s a great picture of Saga trailing her entourage. I laughed at “an easy 400 gold a week just to guard a stupid horse.”


Kanet received a message from Nocturnal (ghastley’s Evergloam mod) and returned to the cradle of shadow. She was sure her mistress had another job for her, but she took her time picking mushrooms and buying some more awesome arrows from the Evergloam Castle smith on her way. However she did not do her nails, pick out a new wig, or try on several outfits before she left. That’s pretty much Kanet’s version of being in a hurry.

After an adventure in a Skyrim cave (mod location) that thankfully did not require any hideous fur hoods or hats to be worn, Kanet returned triumphant. Nocturnal inducted her into the Nightingales.

And then Kanet put on a dress.

[ghastley]

Very appropriate for Evergloam! (But don't let Nocturnal catch her with a lantern. She hates lights.)

[Grits]

Kanet was nervous about that light! She put it out as soon as I took the picture. Kanet usually wears Nocturnal’s Useful Ring and that makes the screenshots not so pretty. I had to appeal to Kanet’s vanity to get her to equip a lantern. And it had to be hotkeyed so she could put it out in a hurry!

[Renee]

Yeah I love that dress! MM hmm.

[Acadian]

Gosh Kanet looks nice there! Love that sideswept doo.

[Grits]

Thanks! Kanet’s wardrobe is a lot of fun.

Darnand and Jerric have gone to Bruma (in Darnand’s game). With the same characters in so many different games we sometimes make surprise discoveries like Darnand has not finished his Mages Guild recommendations yet. After Bruma they’ll head east and south until he finishes or gets a better idea.

He brought Jerric along on this trip because the Nord looked so forlorn sitting idle next to Lil in the house. I think he looked perfectly content, but of course he’s even happier hauling a bunch of camping gear and bandit junk along the road. Darnand is still a bit wild with his fire spells. They prefer to travel without the horses.

He’s gotten better in the last couple of days, though. They’ve met a few minotaur varieties and some ogres along the road. Those guys put up a pretty good fight. Darnand has to aim between Jerric, Jerric’s summoned skeleton, and his summoned scamp while keeping himself on defensive ground in case Jerric takes a quick nap.

He’s also gotten some good Restoration practice.

They’ve only been in Bruma long enough to sell the journey’s spoils, but they’ve already gotten two quests. Darnand is a gentleman and will of course visit the countess as requested. Jerric is intrigued by talk of an Imperial woman with a hot-sounding name who just broke up with her Nord boyfriend. They haven’t even made it to the Mages Guild yet.

[Acadian]

Hee! Someday, Darn ol' Darnand will finally get into the University! Wow, his green bag looks fabulous. Loved the picture of little Lil sitting under the shadow of the big Nord, Jerric. We'll have to start calling them Sequoia and Twig.

[ghastley]

That "better green bag" caught my eye, too. I made a green mage robe for Ulliceta gra-Kogg in the Evergloam mod, but it was a crude hue change on the Archmage ones, and this looks much nicer.

The first one shows Oblivion's nasty habit of failing to adjust seating height for scaled characters. That, or Jerric's really heavy!

[Grits]

Darnand’s robe is from Extra Robe Pack. That green one is Darnand’s favorite. I think it’s called wood elf something, but there was no question about whether the Breton or the Bosmer was going to wear it. Lil and Buffy share an opinion about green bags! It’s called “Darnand’s Favorite Robe” in Jerric’s game. Jerric enchanted it (and Darnand’s Favorite Hood) for him.

Sequoia is scaled big and Twig is scaled little, so that bench would have a real dilemma when they both sat down on it.

[SubRosa]

Kanet is looking dead sexy in her outfit.

I didn't think Jerric looked very forlon sitting next to Lil either. Darnand is sooo thoughtful to take Jerric out to cheer him up.

Very neat pic of the glowy Jerric in all his steel armor!

[Grits]

That dress is a favorite of mine on Kanet.


After a restful night and productive morning at the Mages Guild, Darnand made his way to the castle for his audience with the countess. Both Darnand and Jerric hold Countess Carvain in high regard.

She had a proposal for them. “If you retrieve the Draconian Madstone for me, I’ll be happy to compensate you by rewarding you with another Akaviri artifact. Are you game?”

Another Akaviri artifact? Darnand was indeed very game. And of course Jerric is always up for a stomp through the snow smiting hostile things along the way. They just came through Pale Pass about a month ago (in their seasonal migration from Skyrim the Game), so it was easy to find the way.

They caught up with the day’s gossip while they were at the castle. It seems there’s a vampire hunter in town who has already found and slain a monster among the good folk of Bruma. The guys are going to find him after the Pale Pass expedition. Jerric wants to talk vampire killing over a round at Olav’s, and Darnand wants to check out his story. Darnand smells a rat.

The hike up to Dragonclaw Rock was very satisfying. Darnand took on two will-o-wisps with complete success. He is cool, aggressive, and focused when he’s on the offense. When he gets corned his reaction is still pure panic. He even forgets that he’s carrying a fire staff. It will be a relief when he gets some Shield enchantments on his clothing so he doesn’t get ripped to shreds so easily. He leveled up when they stopped to rest, and now Jerric can summon Ishckrihk (his Frost Atronach). That was a welcome surprise.

The fellows are presently at the entrance to the Serpent’s Trail. They found it easily after a brief squabble at the first landmark.

Jerric: That doesn’t look like a dragon.

Darnand: How would you know? You have never laid eyes upon a dragon.

Jerric: Says you. Maybe I have and maybe I haven’t.

Darnand: What the..? Gaah! Do not distract me from our purpose, Nord. It is DragonCLAW Rock, and that rock resembles a dragon CLAW.

Jerric: How am I distracting you? We should just keep looking. Down that road.

Darnand: Down that road lies the town of Feldscar. Our next landmark will be found in the opposite direction.

Jerric: Yeah. We can ask around about that. In Feldscar. At the tavern.

Darnand: *fumes*

Jerric: *sighs* All right, yeah. So remind me, what’s next?

[Acadian]

Jerric as a follower will never be mistaken for the brightest torch in one's pack I bet. That's okay though - he's big, hits hard and is adorable. And now he has his Frostie to throw indiscriminate snowballs!

[SubRosa]

Always go the tavern. For directions. yeah, that's right directions...