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

[Renee]

Ha ha yeah, I forgot about that part. Umbacano is ... there's something about him that rubs us the wrong way. Saga met with Cinna. And Saga sensed nothing about Cinna that seems untoward, so she didn't pressure the woman too much. But it's funny because I'm just realizing Umbacano gave Saga all that gold, and my elf is choosing to find the other Ayleid crown, which is in a place called Lindai. This means she still has Umbacano's gold!

[mirocu]

My sincere thanks to Saga for taking me back to the days of hunting Ayleid treasures! Lothran refuses to speak to me about it....

[Acadian]

Buffy's sold nine of them to Umbacano. She has the tenth one decorating her apartment at the University.

[Renee]

You are welcome, mirocu. And Saga's up to 6 statues. UESP said something like I shouldn't start Secrets of the Ayleids unless Saga's found all 10 statues, but I already started this quest. Oh well. I was hoping this is something which gets 'fixed' by the UOP, but it seems the game's simply programmed this way.

She's gonna keep an eye out for the remaining 4 statues, just in case UESP is wrong.

This post has been edited by Renee Gade IV: Jul 25 2014, 02:42 PM

[ghastley]

I think it's a question of not finishing that quest, rather than not starting it. If you finish it, there's nobody to buy the statues. Just don't give Umbacano either crown until you have all 10 paid for. He doesn't stop buying them until he dies, even if you have the crown(s) in your inventory - and yes, you can have both!

[Renee]

Ahh, Good to know. I haven't read past a certain point at UESP, and I'm not gonna, but it sounds like eventually Umbacano's benevolence doesn't last forever. Interesting.

Well despite Umbacano's urgent tone of voice, my elf doesn't see much reason for urgency. She's not following Umbacano's orders, after all, she's taking Herminia Cinna's advice, and eventually going to Lindai. She's been wanting to go to Kvatch, actually. I did a few things there, so it should be interesting. Saga saw an Oblivion gate for the first time ('cause I fast-forwarded the Main Quest a bit, and a few gates managed to sneak into her game before I stopped this), and after seeing one, she's curious about Kvatch. So she'll go there, and what's going to happen is it will hopefully look like a ruined town. No gate, no people, just a burned-out husk of a town.

I installed a Kvatch mod, I forget which one, but this mod allows several stages of growth for a 4th Era Kvatch. It would make sense that after seeing an actual gate that my elf would naturally get curious to see where it all started, now that she knows that it's safer there than it was back in the 3rd Era.

This post has been edited by Renee Gade IV: Jul 26 2014, 01:57 AM

[Renee]

Sundas, 11:51 PM, Evening Star 9, 3rd Era 433

Glarthir the Paranoid is rooted behind Skingrad's chapel, the Great Chapel of Julianos, as the bell tolls twelve.

Midnight. Foiled again.

Glarthir paces back and forth, careful not to make too much noise. There is no rain tonight, which means his footsteps might easily be heard. And that would be the first step, he thinks. The first step towards THEM getting a better hand on ME. This cannot ever happen! .. Still, after all his planning and all his guile, he is no closer to finding out if THEY are watching him, waiting and watching his every move....

He had approached yet another prospect tonight; this one a swarthy-skinned woman with a sly smile. She had called herself 'Eradi~Kate'. Strange name. Kate seemed eager to take the job. But then... nothing. Nobody. The bell tolls twelve, and there is nobody here. Eradi~Kate, whoever she was, had been the latest to disappoint Glarthir, as he -- OH! Somebody is here! Who could it be!

"Heyforth to you, Bosmer. And apologies for not making it here sooner. You have no idea, the demanding schedule of a guard, especially one appointed in service to Count Caro himself," he says, not realizing Count Caro is in Leyawiin, not Bravil.

Glarthir gazes upon the Redguard before him. He's returned! This ... is quite an honor. He feels elation, but keeps his exterior cool. Speaking all business, Glarthir says: "So, you saw Bernadette Peneles, did you? She WAS watching me and following me, wasn't she?"

Kahreem wonders if it's okay to lie to the elf before him, the elf wearing foppish clothes. He could lie, and possibly make lots of gold. But he's been doing good so far at not lying. Not to those who pay him, anyways. Plus, he had spent ... hours outside of Bernadette's place. And had seen nothing out of the ordinary. What if this is some sort of trick? .. What if Glarthir is merely testing me, to see if I am worthy of other tasks?

"I .. you know ... I cannot say I saw anything much with that woman. That Bernadette woman. She picks grapes. That's it, that is all. She's a grape-picker. A little dull-witted, if you ask me. I don't think you have to worry about her. Because the thing is--"

"Really ? ... That is surprising," Glarthir interrupts. "I was SURE she was watching me."

"Well, she was not. And I stood outside her place for eight fokkinge hours in the rain," he lies. He had stood in the rain maybe two before Bernadette showed up. "Eight hours, and nothing. I could have slept in my bed, elf. Slept all damn day if I had wanted. So listen. I did my part, now it's your turn to fork over some gold."

"Ah, of course. The gold. Here!" Glarthir intones, handing over 150 gold. Kahreem is surprised by this. He trusts this man much less than he trusts a beggar, yet Glarthir has come through. *clink* "Okay," Glarthir continues. "There is someone else I need you to investigate."

"Oh? There is?"

Karheem remembers the words of ... well, several people he has spoken to, all of them saying the same thing, that Glarthir is crazy. Not to be trusted. Paranoid and possibly dangerous. But the elf had just fattened up Kahreem's manpurse, just when its bulge was starting to sag. Can't ignore that.

"Toutius Sextius, do you know him?"

"I do not."

"A quiet fellow, appears harmless enough, but I've identified him as one of my key suspects."

"Um. You have? How?"

"He's a clever one, no doubt about it. Eyes in the back of his head, always seems to know when I'm watching. But that's where you come in."

"It is? ... I mean, yes. It is. Go on."

"You should wait outside his house, and see what he does when he's not watching me. I'll meet you here tomorrow night to get your report."

"Okay. Well, what of this ... Tootoolus Sexyus?" Kahreem asks cautiously. One thing about crazy folk, you never knew what might upset them. "What do you expect him to do when he's not watching you?"

"He lives in the large house between the Low Gate and the East Bridge. Alone -- suspicious, don't you think?"

"Those loners!" Kahreem replies, getting into the spirit. He can already taste the gold he'll be given. "Always the loners, those are the ones!"

Glarthir says nothing to this.

"Well, what of Bernadette? Are you satisfied that she's not the one?"

"I still can hardly believe she wasn't watching me. But it is a relief to be able to finally stop worrying about her."

"MM humm. I think this Sexyus guy is one to watch for, for sure. Ha! What kind of a man is named Tootoolus, anyways? I will let you know how it all turns out," Kahreem says, thinking of nothing other than the big pile of Septims he'll be rolling in tomorrow night. He might just throw these Septims all over the rented bed in his room, then roll around in them.

"Don't let Toutius Sexius catch you following him. He's much more dangerous than he looks!"

"Yeah, and he's an Imperial, too! Those loner Imperials! THEY are the ones, aren't they?"

But Glarthir is already walking away, smugly satisfied. Kahreem watches him go, then decides to scour the town, looking for the door of this Tootooleus man.

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Morndas, 11:02 AM
The next morning Kahreem feels that he awakes a bit late. The sun seems to already be heading toward afternoon; there's a chance he may have missed this Tootoolus guy altogether. He decides he'd be best-off wearing his Bravil Guard Outfit, dresses in full guard's armor, and heads outside.



It's a glorious day outside. Cool but sunny. Kahreem checks his head, trying to remember the streets he took to find Tootous's house, when Glarthir the Crazy walks just yards in front of Kahreem.



But he knows the rule. Don't speak to Glarthir in public. So he does not do this. Instead he walks forward, makes a left, and passes the chapel. Then he makes another left, and crosses one of Skingrad's bridges. Tootoolus lives in a grand cornermanor, just like Glarthir. Feeling somewhat foolish, Kahreem picks a spot across the street from the Imperial's house, and begins standing guard, waiting for a chance to see this Tootooleus in action.

He waits. And he waits. ... "Fokke. This is what it's like to be a fokkinge guard," he says after a mere half hour.

Finally, he sees someone who might be able to help. A beggar. The beggar is standing in the middle of the street in front of Tootooleus's home, begging, of course. But Kahreem gets an idea. Chances are this Tootooleus guy might not even be home, so Kahreem decides he'll have a little friendly chat, in an attempt to find out.

"How goes it?"

"One more coin and I can get a pair of shoes," says Foul Fagus.

"Uh huh. Yeah. Shoes. You definitely need those. So how long have you been 'saving up' for these shoes, beggar? I can git a pair of deerskins for just two fokkinge Septims, ya know?"

Unfortunately, Fagus has nothing to say on the subject of shoes, caught off-guard on that one. Usually they don't get smart like that. Fagus has even less to say about the Imperial who lives in the corner house. Kahreem can't ask the guy if he's seen Fagus spying on Glarthir of course, so he merely asks the foul man if he's seen Tootoolus or not. And the beggar looks at him strangely, says nothing, but wonders why a Redguard dressed in Bravil armor is here in Skingrad.

On the subject of the pale lady, Kahreem has better luck. Fagus informs him that there's an orc who might be able to help him make some headway with this matter. He tells Kahreem to head over to the Colovian Trader, where the orc often frequents midday.

"Uh, thanks." Kahreem says, before going back to his 'post' for just one more hour. But it's too dreadfully boring, pretending to be a guard. He sees no sign of the man he's supposed to watch for, and the man's lock is too difficult (a 4 tumbler) to risk a set of lockpicks on. Kahreem decides to head over to the Colovian Trader, but then sees an orc pass right by him in the street. Could this be the orc he's supposed to speak to? .. There aren't many orcs in Skingrad.

"Why aren't you working?" asks the orc, after the Redguard catches up to him. Kahreem is careful to catch up to the orc after he has passed through one of the town's gates. Better to avoid a guard overhearing their conversation.

"Why aren't I working? Where's the fokkinge dungeon, melord? 'Tis where I was assigned. As ye can see, I've got me armor on, all polished an' ready! Yea I know it's Bravil armor ... hey .... complain to the Watch Captain, eh?"

"I need someone to slop food to the prisoners," the orc ignores. "I'll pay you 2 gold a week, plus half a loaf of bread and a glass of mead each day."

"TWO GOLD? ... I mean two gold? A week? Well, that's quite a cut in pay, I usually make a Septim a day, you see. But, times'r tough. And perhaps 'tis my calling to slop some food, eh?"

Kahreem doesn't like where this is going, but he's willing to try anything at this point. He notices the job the orc has offered will give him access to prisoners, after all. Perhaps one of these prisoners can help him find the Pale Lady, whoever the fokke she is.

"I'm having trouble hiring these days," says the orc. "So if you want the job, it's yours.

Kahreem almost laughs at this. Of course you're having trouble hiring, who the fokke would want to take a job paying less than a guard's wages? Even beggars make more gold! "Why yes, melord. I shall take this job."

"You will? I mean ha ha ... good! heh. .... Mind your manners in the castle. Stay out of Count Hassildor's quarters. And don't let me catch you in the wine cellar! The jail guards in the dungeon will unlock the cell block door if you ask them. Feed the prisoners once a day. I don't care when."

"Oh, certainly sire. You won't regret my ability to serve slop to the prisoners of Skingrad!"

"Get back to work!" the orc says, dismissing Kahreem entirely.

This post has been edited by Renee: Dec 26 2022, 09:48 PM

[mirocu]

I guess Kahreem never realized that being a Weet bandit could be such hard work!

And we even got Eradi~Kate to make a cameo here...

[Lopov]

Love the conversation between Glarthir and Kahreem!

Nice story, I'm looking forward to how will both of these quests conclude.

[Renee]

Hey thanks! .. Overall I think Skingrad is going way better than Leyawiin did. Remember all those false starts and getting caught and not being able to find the damn ring, or the correct person to speak to? Skingrad's not so bad in comparison.

[Grits]

Renee, when Glarthir thought This… is quite an honor I laughed out loud. Love it!

How funny that Kahreem is getting a taste of a guard’s life. Yay, he found a way in!

[Renee]

I think my fave quote is this: "Oh, certainly sire. You won't regret my ability to serve slop to the prisoners of Skingrad!" ... like serving slop is an ability to be proud of.

[Renee]

This week's regularly scheduled program, "The Adventures of Kahreem of Weet', will not be showing. Kahreem will be scheduled next week. Sorry for any inconvenience.

Turdas, 8:48 am Heartfire 6, 4th Era Year 20

Renee Gade III

Birthsign: The Lady
Class: Warrior Princess
Level: 2

Days Passed: 11
Active Quests: 4
Quests Cmptd: 2


It is early in the morning when Renee and her knight companion Winden return to the Arena, after spending the night in the King and Queen Tavern. There is nobody manning the gate yet, and the newcomer from Skyrim is not sure if she needs to speak to the Bosmer who had been here the previous day or not.

"Nobody here yet, Winden."

Renee finds herself smiling, as she thinks about what she's planning on doing today. Gabrielle, her faithful companion (also from Skyrim) had been left behind once again, this time in the King and Queen. Although Gabrielle was good, she was a little too much to have around sometimes. And having Winden, this young, eager knight-for-hire at her side, so green, yet so mean, is refreshing.

"Okay, here he comes."

The hour is mid-morning, as the Bosmer returns to his post. He recognizes Renee from the day before. Since she is wearing the same purple armor as yesterday, it's pretty hard not to recognize her.

"Ahh, another happy spectator! You of course want to bet on a fight! ... Who will it be this time, the Blue Team, or the Yellow Team?"

"See now that is where you are wrong, Bosmer," Renee says with a smirk. "I'm not here to bet on a fight like yesterday. I actually want to BE the one fighting."

"Oh! Sorry, I .... I just assumed. Well if there's anything else I can do for you, please just ask."

"As I said, I want to participate. In a fight. As a gladiator. I am ready for a match."

"If, by any chance, you are interested in actually fighting in the Arena, you need to head down to the Bloodworks and speak with Owyn, the Blademaster. Just head through the door here on my right and take the stairs down. Be on your best behavior, though. Owyn is a bit ... cranky by nature."

"Thank you."

As Renee does just as she's told, heading down the stairs on her right, she realizes bringing Winden is probably not allowed.

"Listen."

"I hope I can help," he says in his burly Nordic voice.

"Perhaps it is best if you wait here. Wouldn't want to anger this 'Owyn Junior' now, would we?"

Winden does as he is told.

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9:42 am
The area she finds herself in is known as the Arena's Bloodworks. Renee hears lots of clinks and blows from below, people sparring and practicing for their big match, she supposes. She walks down some stairs, makes a right, and finds herself in a room separated into two sections. She initially does not see this "Owyn", but she finds a woman sitting nearby.

"I look for Owyn, and you are not him."

"And who in Oblivion's name are ye?" this lady asks with an aggressive tone. "If you want to bet on a match, go upstairs and talk to the gatekeeper. And if you're one of those idiots who thinks they have something to prove in the Arena, go over and talk to Owyn."

"Well. Thanks for nothing," Renee replies. Being an Imperial who was raised in Skyrim, Renee had heard her share of rudeness. "But I can find the man myself." And she does indeed. There's a Redguard standing on the other end of the curved alcove she's in.

"I'm a busy man, what is it?"

"You must be Owyn."

"I don't know who you are friend, but you've got about ... ten seconds to tell me what you're doing in my Bloodworks before I lop your arms off."

This comment catches Renee off-guard, and she finds her self giggling at the man's attitude. "Lop my arms off? Is that the best you can come up with? I'll lop your HEAD off! .. But I'd rather not do that, seeing as how you're the one in charge down here. How about I lop a combatant's head off, instead?"

"You what? You want to be a combatant? Hahahahaa! Look at you! My GRANNY could beat you, and she's DEAD!"

"Doesn't surprise me, especially if she had a mouth like yours."

"Wait, you're serious, aren't you?"

"I am still standing here, am I not?"

"What is it with you people? You walk in, want to be combatants, and your entrails end up decorating my Red Room."

Renee thinks about her mother at that moment. Her entrails had apparently not ended up 'decorating this so-called Red Room,' whatever that is.

"All right. It's your funeral. Welcome to the Arena, you filthy Pit Dog. You're free to fight, as long as you know the rules of competition.... Now let me give your battle raiment. It's the uniform of all Arena combatants. Do you want a Light Raiment or a Heavy Raiment?"

"I cannot wear my own armor?" she asks, motioning toward the purple leather she's got on, the one which had been stolen by a madman after her first night in Bruma several weeks ago. That man had paid. "Very well then. This suit that I wear is light, but I will choose heavy. So heavy raiments, then."

"Here. Wear it proudly. And keep it in good condition, would you? That way I can give it to some other suicidal idiot after you're dead."

"Ha! ......... Keep that thought in mind when I come back here to collect my compensation."

After a fumbling set of moments, when Renee tells Owyn she's ready for a match, and he nearly screamed at her "Ready? You call that ready?...." Renee did indeed get ready for battle. She finds a safe place to change from one set of armor to another, where the Arena staff (for some reason) keeps a live warthog, and then returns to Owyn. The man had chided her a bit, but otherwise, she was now officially a member of the Arena's Blue Team.

"All right, maggot. Looks like you're suited up in your Battle Raiment and all set to go. The Red Room is just over there. When you're ready to get eviscerated, just head up the ramp to the Arena. Good luck, and may Azura have mercy on your soul."

"Eviscerated? Such tough talk. Get ready to hand over that gold, Redguard scum."

Renee makes her way out of the Red Room, up a large ramp, where she would soon prove her worth.

This post has been edited by Renee: Jan 4 2023, 02:13 PM

[mirocu]

Aaah, the joys of making friends with Owyn. Ms Gade sure has some fun talk to look forward to

[Renee]

That's one thing I'm good at is making funny conversations.

[Grits]

It’s always fun to hear about the Warrior Princess! I love her response to Owyn Junior’s lop-your-arms-off remark. RG3’s attitude and comments are awesome.


Darnand and Jerric spent a few hours at Olaf’s waiting for Bruma’s top investigator to meet them. Arnora’s name came up again while they were waiting. Darnand could tell that they were going to have to meet her after they finished helping Bruma’s law enforcement with the vampire killer caper. He hopes that the Nord might take this Arnora’s troubles on by himself. Darnand has a lot of questions for Countess Carvain about her collection. He would like to spend time in the (warm and dry) castle, not some hovel on the wrong side of Bruma.

The investigator sent them on a trek through the snow. Jerric got distracted from their path several times by the well-dressed banditry of Bruma’s hill country. (Darnand is a classic Mage class and so levels up a lot. I expect the bandits will be wearing solid gold by the time he gets a re-start.) Darnand stayed on target with his magical map. He found the ruin of the Ayleid city Rielle exactly where it should be. He gave Jerric’s back a little smirk while the Nord was cleaning wolf blood from his blade. This errand would not be wasted even if they failed to catch the fake vampire hunter. Darnand cannot resist an Ayleid ruin, and Jerric cannot resist a good smiting opportunity. Darnand anticipates returning to Rielle before they get involved in some local woman’s boyfriend trouble.

The villain Dralas confronted them in his stinking, waterlogged hideaway with what Darnand thought was a fair bit of nerve considering Darnand had an armored Nord and an idling daedroth at his back. The man’s speech lasted longer than the fight. After they searched the cave and dried out their boots they exited to find themselves in a downpour. Darnand cast his Shield spell to keep the rain off on the way back to town. He hasn’t made his custom rain spell yet since he still does not have access to the Arcane University.

After the widow Erline said the magic word and gifted them with a lovely and useful jeweled amulet they made a round of the shops and then headed back to the Mages Guild. Darnand picked up a Charm spell to save himself the trouble of sweet-talking merchants in the future. The main topic of conversation at dinner was mudcrabs. J’skar announced that he had seen one the other day. Darnand wondered where in the heck a mudcrab could be found in the gods-forsaken Jeralls, but that remark might have led to a conversation so he kept it to himself.

Darnand spent the next day at the guild hall studying their resource material and mixing up some potions. He’s not sure what Jerric got up to during those hours, but the Nord caused a bit of embarrassment by passing out on the floor just as Darnand began to talk to Volanaro before dinner. (He really just went unconscious and keeled over. I have no idea why.) Darnand got him back on his feet with the Convalesce spell he keeps in the front of his mind (hotkeyed). No one said anything about it, but Darnand decided to leave Jerric behind tomorrow when he goes to chat with the Countess.

[mirocu]

I´m sorry, Grits. But it just feels so wrong to read about Bruma and snow now..

[Grits]

It's summer snow.

[SubRosa]

Good idea to leave Jerric behind. It would not do to have him pass out drunk on the Countess' carpet!

[Acadian]

Lady Renee, the Pit Dog!


Darnand encountering high level bandits in gold armor!