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

[Renee]

I am tired this Loredas night. Busy weekend, including a speelover for my kid and a couple of her friends. Sleepover, not speelover. See? I can't even spell.

So without further ado, here is the next Renee Gade III story. katheem, I mean Kahreem, will return next weekend. The following is a journal entry written by one of Renee's followers, who goes by the name of Haili. Haili is the Altmer who wrote up the journal entry posted a few weeks ago, in which she was gushing about getting hired to follow RG3 around, even though RG3 left Haili behind during her first trip, and did not pay her much when she finally paid her.

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Turdas, Sun's Dusk 1

Today I travel with the group. Renne Gade d leading the way south. Am sad to report that one of us has perished. The Dunmer lady. The one from the Fighter's Guild was killed in a raid. Place called Sercen. Renee led us to this place, this small former temple of the Ayleids, and and inside a skirmish did co occur. I survifed, Creshna (the Khajiit arrowess) survifed. And Renee Gade, of course.

We are one stronger. A new woman, a burly Nord by hh name of Felricka is now with us. But the Dunmer has passed. I did not even know her name.

Tne Nordic woman, we found in a cave. Entombed by a wi/ Entombed by a witch of sorts. Renee and I disappeared for a span of time,, and wound up in the witch's contortions! A maze of sorts! Renne was stripped naked of all her possessions by this witch, a very powerful sort. I suppose the witch maybe thought she could make Renee die in such a place, all by her lonesome. But I was able to follow! Through my magic, I was able to presnt myself to the with witch's maze , an`d help Renee emerge back to the cave.

And along the way, as I said, we found the Nord, Felricka is her name, also stripped of her possessions. No weapon, no clothes, no food or drink. We freed her, and she's not bad at combat.

I would have preferred an elf, of course. -- Nords. So uncultured. And she cannot cast any magic, not even to heal herself of wounds! And she drinks. B`o ... Both she and Renee drink together, as we travel, almost daily, and even while delving. Wine, beers, ales. They have become fast friends in this way.

But enough of my rants, Felricka is god good with a blade, surely. This is all which matters.

Renee herself is just a step bove Felricka. Renne can at least cast some spells to compliment her sword-play. But she is uncouth. Untrained in other ways. She got sickly on our trip to Sercen; the poor woman knows not of the arts of bathing it seems, and diseases conttracted their way to sicken her. ***

We are resting now, having traveled south for hours now ... headed toward the Valus mountains. We are at some sort of old fort by the water. Renee says that nearby are some caves to explore, and in e one of them is a relic of sorts she is to return to a merchant in Bravil. So (Yes) I am to go to Bravil, hopefully.

Hours Later: Where did she go? Renee brought us all in here ages ago, and then left us all alone! .. She'ss clearing the place hersefl! Madness! "I will come back for you if I need you" That is just what she said to us,the three of us. The cat-lady was needed to pick ONE lock, and I have yet to cast a spell, and take down anybody with my skills!

And the drinking. Renee Gade, great warrior adventueress from Skyrim, is drinking as she delves! I could smell the b alcohol on her breath last time I and she spoke! Tamika's in her hand, as if she is going to a dinner party or soiree, not deep in some old imperial fort.

Oh, I do hope she has survived. Is dark in here!

~Haili



This post has been edited by Renee: Mar 26 2023, 04:10 AM

[Lopov]

I can picture Haili writing in the dark, it's no wonder she made mistakes and spelled Felrika differently a few times.

So we find out that Renee is quite the alcohol-lover through Haili's eyes who doesn't seem to agree with her habit.

[Acadian]

Great fun to read Haili's account of the Renee Gade girl gang as they drink and 'venture into dark places.

[Renee]

Yes, I like how we learn of RG3's alcoholism through the eyes of another, and that she disapproves of the way her boss goes 'delving' while drunk sometimes. Renee can actually handle her alcohol though; it's rare that she gets drunk enough to see blurry & fall. Haili does not know this though.

As you will see, there are a couple more Haili updates, then all the sudden they just end. I don't remember what happened to her; I wrote her updates way back in the summer or fall of 2014.

[Renee]

Morning Star 3, 3rd Era 434, 5:50 am

Days Passed: 130
Days Jailed: 29

Bounty: 275
Fame: 0
Infamy: 16


The door before him opens. Kahreem of Weet is now free to pass through.

He has gotten away with it! He has stolen the letter from Dairihill, Steward of the Umbranox clan, the letter which will eventually (somehow) have Hieronymus Lex's name on it is now in his almond-colored hands. And he feels as if the guards up there, at the top of Anvil's castle, probably won't communicate as quickly with the guards located on the castle's bottom level. But he crouches down anyways, as the hidden stone door he has just opened slides down. He crouches down and waits. Just to be sure.

"Heh heh. They were so confused about where I went!" says he, eyeing the crate full of Cheap Wine across the hall.

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Earlier that evening

..."Where did that worthless Redguard go? I could have sworn he ran down the hall!"....

.... "He moved too quick. I did not see! ...."

"You were standing right here, he passed right by you!"...

*door slams*

...." I... I'm sorry milady. If I had only reacted sooner...."

"What do we pay you for, HE STOLE from me!! That blasted Redguard reached into my pockets and STOLE from me! .. And I said 'Help help come quick, we've got a burglar!" ....

"Don't you worry. I'll get him, if I have to tear apart this entire castle, stone by stone!"

... says the castle guard Kahreem had just slipped by. Five minutes later, this very same guard would be thinking of roasted boar meat, with a bottle of mead to wash it down with. Mmm, meat. .. That blasted Redguard? Somebody else's problem. Didn't he say he had just been hired by the castle? Maybe he was telling the truth about losing his juggling balls. Who cares, then? Certainly not this guard. Midnight dinner would soon be served, and there's no way THIS guard was going to miss it.

"Be seeing you," Dairihill dismisses.

"Goodbye."

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7:10 am
The Weet Bandit creeps forward silently. He notices the castle's music has not changed now, for at least a few hours. It resonates peacefully as Kahreem creeps forward. Straight forward.

"Did the music really change?" he asks himself. "I could have sworn it did. When that guard showed up, it got all dramatic, and crashing. Ahh, no matter. 'Tis over now. And I see some of the cheapest of wine, straight before me. Hello cheapest of wines. Glad to meet you. My name's Kahreem." *CLINK!* "I'm Kahreem of Weet. You and I are going to get to know one another quite well, Cheapest of Wines." *CLINK* "Some people call me Vincent. And some call me Kellsgard." *CLINK* "Only you are going to know my true name. *CLINK*

With four bottles now clogging his nightsack, and many more still located in the rack before him, Kahreem believes it may just be possible to spend the entire rest of his days in Anvil stone-cold drunk. He stands fully now, grabbing a fifth bottle. *CLINK* This bottle does not go into his nightsack, instead it goes straight to its new home...

"URRP!"

.....within his belly. As the first blast of alcoholic warmth firmly entrenches his veins and mind, he now casually walks from the racks of wine, makes a left, and walks through the castle's smithy area. Somebody else is here, and awake, and eating some breakfast. Kahreem does not stop to see who.

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8:55 AM

".... I don't have time for you..."

"... Why do you bother me?..."

Kahreem walks from the castle into town, smiling broadly. He has done it, once again, and he's got the proof in his pocket, and in his nightsack.

"....Hear me, o people of Cyrodiil! Look well upon the Chapel of Dibella. Look at the faces of the dead. This is your future..."

He glances to his right, where a man stands shouting, filling the area before the chapel with his words. Kahreem finds himself amused, unsure of what the man speaks of, but he is fun to watch. Funny to watch. He can't take his eyes off this man.

".....Eight And One require a champion, a Divine Crusader reborn. Pelinal Whitestrake once struck down the enemies of man and god. Who will now reclaim his Relics and fight again for the true faith? There are loremasters among you, heads so heavy with learning that you cannot raise your eyes to the heavens to see the truth there written! Cut eight-wise he was, Pelinal the Blamer, champion of Men, and though dispersed ...."

The sun is shining. The birds are singing. The air has a bit of a nip to it, but this is only because it's the month of Morning Star. Kahreem realizes his drunk is beginning to wane. Time for another bottle. The old guy who keeps shouting will be even funnier to watch, after a second bottle.

"STOP RIGHT THERE CRIMINAL SCUM! Nobody breaks the law on MY WATCH?" *

"Wha--? What did I do, sir?"

"I'm confiscating your stolen goods, now PAY YOUR FINE, or it's off to jail."

"Jail, huh? Okay, but can we do this later? This man's pretty funny to watch. Look at him, he keeps shouting about some --"

"Then PAY WITH YOUR BLOOD!"

Kahreem acts fast. He already knows what he is going to do, and where he is going to go. He leaves the town, running through the door he just entered,. He runs back toward the castle. But before he can get there, he jumps off the bridge, splashing into the water. He cannot swim, but he crouches down into saltwater, letting it fill his shoes. He crouches. He waits.

"Nobody's coming. Phew. Gotta be more careful."

He gets out of the water, still crouched, letting the water dry out of his shoes.

"These shoes. My whole fokkinge get-up of clothes. No wonder that guard recognized me. Need new clothes, that's all. Maybe I can try to get back into town, then. All those other guards had no idea who I was. Yeah... slip back into town, get back to the Count's Arms, get a fokkinge room, and some new clothes. Maybe even dress back up as a guard again."

It is then that he comes up with another plan, another scheme. He remembers that there is a merchant located right on Anvil's docks. "Maybe I can go there, buy some clothes." ** He takes off his russet felt shoes, and tosses them into the water. They're ruined now, anyways. Then he goes for that second bottle of wine. and climbs upon the bank, drying off for a moment. "Can't stay too long here." He runs toward the docks, where the scene is mostly deserted of people. Good.

"Get out of here before you get hurt," says a Nord.

"Fokke!"

Recognized, already! Kahreem does not bother to reply further, he rushes by the Nord, trying to look casual, even though he is soaking wet and harried. No guards here. He looks, and finds the shop he had visited a day or two before. Lelles Quality Merchandise. Perfect. A moment later, he greets the Breton who runs the place.

"What can I get you?"

The Breton has lots of clothes, and even a cuirass of steel. Kahreem selects a blue &nd green townperson's outfit. Just four gold. When last seen, the Redguard who stole from the castle's steward was wearing russet felt he imagines they'll say. They won't be looking for a Redguard wearing blue and green, then.

"A pleasure to serve you.'

"If you don't mind, I'd like to leave my russet outfit by this fire. Dry it out a bit. Fell off the dock, as you can see. Lazy fellows with their stupid brooms. Tripped right over one, went right into the water, I say."

"Farewell."

Kahreem leaves the shop of Norbert Lelles, knowing he's not going to bother returning to collect his former clothing.

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4:11 pm

"Please be generous, kind sir."

"Yeah. 'Generous'. Whatever beggar. Look, you know who I am, half the people in town probably do, by now. I need some advice. You're the eyes and ears of the underworld, right?"

"I can eat for a day with a single coin!"

"That's fine. Sure. Have a coin, beggar." *clink!* "Whatever it fokkinge takes."

"Thank you kind sir!"

"Okay, now knock off the act. I need some help. What am I to fokkinge do with this letter I stole? You know what I'm talking about, right? .... The letter from the castle's steward."

"I might know of one. Can you spare a few more coins?"

Kahreem grumbles, but offers up a handful. Really, it's no sweat. He still has hundreds left in his manpurse, but he grumbles anyways.

"That will do. Look for a man known only as the Stranger. He lives here in Anvil, near the Mage's Guild. He's out and about in the morning, so I would wait until afternoon or evening to go visit him."

"Gracious, you've been so kind and helpful, beggar. WHY YES, I HAVE HEARD SOME NEWS ABOUT THE OTHER PROVINCES. THE NORD WARRIORS OF SOLSTHEIM HAVE RAMPAGED THE IMPERIAL FORT. Something like that, anyways. GOOD BYE."

"Blessings of Akatosh upon ye."

"Mm hmm. Yeah. What-ever."

The Weet Bandit decides he won't head back to the Count's Arms. Instead he'll stay at a more ... dilapidated place, right here on the dock. "Flowing Bowl, eh?" He heads inside.



This post has been edited by Renee: Mar 26 2023, 04:54 AM

[Lopov]

"What do we pay you for, HE STOLE from me!! That blasted Redguard reached into my pockets and STOLE from me! .. And I said 'Help help come quick, we've got a burglar!" ....

This is my favorite part of the story when she quotes herself!

Another LoL about the dialogue with the beggar and how Kahreem abruptly finishes the conversation with "Nords and the Imperial fort or something like that".

[Renee]

Yeah, that's true, she does quote herself! Lolz. I didn't even realize.

My fave part is the beggar at the end. Kahreem's sarcasm. As he was running around, I began thinking of playing GTA: Vice City, which I haven't played since (geez) 2007 or 8. I actually got a craving for some GTA!

This post has been edited by Renee: Mar 8 2015, 04:20 AM

[mirocu]

Ooh! I had missed this Kahreem update!

Nice one, full of the usual adventures and cheap wine!

[Grits]

With four bottles now clogging his nightsack, and many more still located in the rack before him, Kahreem believes it may just be possible to spend the entire rest of his days in Anvil stone-cold drunk.

It’s great to have plans. Kahreem’s made-up news about the other provinces made me laugh.

[Renee]

Yeah, he is a nut, that's for sure. And that was an exciting gaming session too! I love it when he gets recognized and chased, and i have to react out of nowhere. This sort of thing never happens with (let's say) Saga or Renee).

Well, I'm really into Skyrim tonight, so I'll post an old RG3 update instead, which I wrote way back in August, according to a date stamp I'm seeing.. Two updates, actually.. These are the two remaining "Haili" journals. Haili is a typical Altmer mage who gets added by CM Partners, and she was with RG3 for a short while, writing a journal. I'm not sure what happened to her.

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Fredas, Sun's Dusk 2

I am now located in the Imperial Bridge Inn, a cozy place right on the side of one of Cyrodiil's rivers. The locals tell me it is Sun's Dusk 2, as noted above. While I sit here bored out of my mind, the rain it does fall, while 'Princess' sleeps off her latest drunk.

Why... she fell ... FELL ... right in the MIDDLE OF THE ROAD as we are were walking here! Intoxicated beyond any scope imaginable. If it weren't for the occasional coin and treats she gives me, I'd high-tail right back to Cheydinhal!

I keep thinking that maybe and peraps perhaps there might be some other adventuring party I can join, with somebody much more sensible, but the trufth truth is, there aren't any others out here. I know this, as I have seen with my own eyes, as we travel all over Cyrodiil. Well, some argonians and khajiiti do some delving. They have their own groups. I don't want to join some beaast-folk though.

But Renee, she seems to know what she's doing, she just bookends her delving with moments of inebriation. . Even in the j midst of her latest stupor, she was certainly able to find this place. Her memory for such details as trees and rocks and other landmarks is certainlky better than mine, me being a town-living sort.

Guess I will stay here, untll princess awakes. What else have I got, really? Lurking around the Mage's guild in Cheydinhal? I should count myself lucky, I guess.

~Haiji

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Morndas, Sun's Dusk 5

Finally back in civilization. This woman's mad! She's had us running all over Cyrodiil, only to find naught of what we needed. Not entirely her fault, I assume. Never did find the lost pick axe, or whatever that item was supposed to be she was looking for. Blimey.

Princess has been calling herself Renee Gade the Third as of late. Ludicrous, that she could be related to the famous mother and daughter from the Third Era, but she believes with all her hare heart that this is so. And who am I to judge? She gives me coint, and lots of it, after all.

I don't trust the Nord.* Something about her. Felrika by name. The one we found in the witch's cave. Just as much of a drunk as Princess, but I feel and an inherant trust towards Renee. Felrika? Something rubs me wrong. Plus, the two got into a couple wicked arguments on our last travils. Maybe Fel is even to blame for all of Renee's drunkeness.


~Later~

Princess has stuck us in some innn: the King and Queen Tavern, while she goes off to her lovely new home. She keeps bragging about it. Says it's right on the water across from the Waterfront, but that there isn't enough space for all of us there. Well , I suppose I should just be happy to have a room to sleep in, and adventure always awaits, of course. Despite all my rants and raves against her, I must say tht that I am living in the prime, for sure!

Another thing, on the subject of Princess. She does have some credibility to back her swaggery ways. It seems every other guard greets her here in the Imperial City. "How can I assist you champion?" they say. "All hail the champion ... of Cyrodiil!!" All because Renee has had some stupid luck in the Arena, apparently. A few wins, and the guards all know it. ** Must do wonders for the ego.

Tomorrow we go to Bruma. O-ho ho Bruma! Cold air!! Nipply skin! I cannot wait! But I hear the Mage's Guild has been refurbished to better quality lately. That will make it all worth the trouble, I hope.

~Haili



This post has been edited by Renee: Mar 15 2015, 09:00 AM

[Renee]

Turdas, 10:02 pm, Morning Star 3, 3rd Era 434

"I've heard many tales of Black Marsh, it sounds like a truly mysterious place."

"Take care...."

The Weet Bandit suddenly gets up from his seat woozily. He's been in the Flowing Bowl for hours now, sipping his favorite beverage, hiding from the law. He expects that maybe the one guard which had recognized him in Anvil earlier will suddenly walk in, attempting to arrest him on the spot. This moment never occurs, though.



It is night time outside. He leaves the Flowing Bowl, turns right, and walks up the dock toward Anvil's northwest entrance. A guard stands here, and good thing this guard does not seem to recognize the Redguard who casually strolls right by. He walks into the town of Anvil, doing his best to hide a sly smirk.

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12:33 am

"Timothee LaRouche, late of the Black Dog, able seaman. I'll be staying ashore 'til my stash runs out, then it's off to sea once more."

"Mm hmm, sounds good, whatever."

So far, Kahreem's search for the man known simply as 'the stranger' has led nowhere.

"Marc Guliette, Mage's Guild Evoker, Advanced Instructor in the arts of destruction."

"Uh huh.. Marc Guilitte. Destruction." Kahreem knows he reeks of Cheap Wine, yet does not care. It's been hours since he's been to sleep.

"I greet you. Thauroon, Journeyman of the Mage's Guild."

"Ah fokke, Mage's Guild? I must be lost. Which way to the Bowling Flow. Whatever it's called?"

"Didier Aumilie, ship's clerk. At present, I'm spending my time and gold on the pleasures of the Gold Coast."

"FOKKE!"



Fredas, 8:02 pm
It is not until the next day, and many hours later, that Kahreem finally notices a dilapidated old house located behind the Mage's Guild. He enters this house, steals a piece of corn to nibble on, and finds a beer, which will hopefully cure his lack of alcohol over the past X hours, for all of his Cheap Wine is gone. For once, he thinks that he will never drink another drop of the stuff, as he makes himself comfortable in the rundown house he has located.



"You're bothering me," says a man who enters this house an hour later.

"Not as much as you're bothering me. This is my new home, Imperial. Bought it from the castle steward just hours ago."

"I ... am The Stranger. That is all you need to know. That, and I am no-one to be trifled with."

"Ha! The Stranger. Hey. Listen. I was just joking about owning this shack; why would I need this, when I've got my very own pirate ship? Well hey. Maybe you can do me a favor. See, I've got this ... um .... letter I'm supposed to deliver to Countess Umbranox. Something about a recommendation for a new guard captain, here in Anvil. Only, it seems the scribe screwed this letter up. Supposed to have Hieronymus Lex's name as the most qualified for the job, you see? .. But whoever wrote this has some other watch captain listed. Lex would be perfect for the job. Honorable, trustworthy, he's also got the very shiniest armor in all Cyrodiil. And has managed to fokkinge ... I mean fortunately ... revamped the entire Waterfront. No more beggars. No more skooma. No more.... anyways, have you got a quill? Perhaps you can even write Lex's name where it should be. My writing arm's kinda flabby, you see."

"Hmm. Yes, it can be done. I can change it to give Lex the highest recommendation. I'll need a full day to properly forge this letter. Return then. And of course..."

"... and of course...." Kahreem interrupts, knowing what he's going to say.

"... I will expect payment in full at that time."

"Payment? Well of course. As long as the job gets done. Now hurry up."

"It isn't done yet! Return to me a day from now, and it will be done."

"Jeez, it's forgery. I can sign that in no time, if my stupid sword arm wasn't so flabby. Well, I give you your day, and I will bring you coin."

"Be seeing you."

As Kahreem leaves The Stranger's wanton shack, and returns to the Count's Arms, he cannot help but notice all the glistening bottles of Cheap Wine located in Wilbur's wine racks. He's got all these cheaper wines, despite the fact that he claims to be a connoisseur of the better stuff.

Despite all the promises to himself never to touch another drop, Kahreem can't help but stare at the racks of wines before him.

This post has been edited by Renee: Mar 22 2015, 02:14 AM

[mirocu]

Awesome that you keep up with the small images like that, Renee! I luvz it!

So Kahreem is getting some business done, finally? No more castle "exploring" on the drunk Nice snippet of Ms Gade´s adventures too from the eys of her follower

[Renee]

Thanks hon. To be honest, that story wasn't very inspired, but don't worry, the next one will be. I already know what Kahreem wants to do. This story merely sets up the events which will happen next time. He heh

[Lopov]

It's a neat short story, my favorite part is where he's obviously lost in the guild hall and every mage tells him who they are and what they do for a living.

[gpstr]

M'raaj-dar was supposed to be the first to go, but then Clive saw Telaendril asleep in her bed in the private quarters, and that was an opportunity he couldn't miss. She seemed to be the only one other than him that even left the Sanctuary, so he had to take her out while he had the chance. He slipped the hood over her head, then watched as the charge coursed through her body. She grunted lightly, as if in a dream, as she died.

He found M'raaj-dar in the training room, practicing spells. Now that he had found him, he wasn't sure of the best way to proceed - he didn't want to alert anyone else, so he didn't dare confront the furball directly. Then the decision was taken out of his hands when the loathsome Khajiit, remarkably, approached Clive and started stammering out some sycophantic nonsense about how he wanted to start over so they could be friends. Biting back his anger and letting his reflexive civility take over, Clive smiled at him and assured him that he'd be happy to start over. Oh and, by the way, you have some items for sale don't you? Yes - I'll take this spell, and this scroll, and... oh.... hey, are these poison apples? Ah - that's great! I'll take them all. Never know when they might come in handy, hmm?

Placated, M'raaj-dar turned back to practicing his spells. Clive waited a moment to be sure he was sufficiently involved in the spellcasting, then slipped one of the apples into his new friend's pocket. Then he walked away, humming softly.

He found Gogron in the main room, heading toward the training room as Clive was coming out. They chatted for a moment, or more accurately, Clive smiled and feigned listening as the lout grunted out some inanities, then slipped an apple into his pouch as they were parting.

Teinaava was in his customary chair outside the private quarters, but Clive knew the Argonian was keenly observant, and didn't want to run the risk of being caught, so he passed him by for the time. It was now midday, and Vicente should be asleep.

Sure enough, the wizened vampire was laid out on his "bed" when Clive got to his room. It took no time at all for the hood to do its job. Naturally, Vicente's corpse-like pallor didn't change when he truly became a corpse, but at least it seemed a bit more appropriate.

Humming under his breath again, he swung by the training room and found Gogron practicing on a dummy. He had to look a bit before he found M'raaj-dar's corpse, sprawled behind a bench on the other side of the training room. It was sort of a shame that he didn't get to see it, but immensely satisfying that it was done. Antoinetta was also there, training on another of the dummies, but Clive was waiting on her - her death was going to be special.

He went back out into the main room and saw that Teinaava was gone. On a hunch, he checked the private quarters, and just as he'd hoped, found him asleep. He briefly considered the hood, but was afraid that the wily Argonian would awaken and struggle, so he contented himself with slipping an apple into his pocket.

A couple of the coming deaths hadn't actually happened yet, but they were a sure thing. The only ones he hadn't dealt with yet were Antoinetta and Ocheeva, and he was saving them for later. It was time to sleep for a while.

After a refreshing few hours, Clive awoke and looked around the room. And what he saw made him very, very happy. Teinaava was slumped dead next to his bed, Gogron was slumped dead at the table in the corner, and Antoinetta was asleep. This was all he could've hoped for.

He wasn't sure when Antoinetta awoke. There just came a moment when he looked up at her face and found her looking back at him, her mouth working soundlessly behind the gag. He didn't know what she was saying, but he could guess. He knew she was a sadist, and surmised that, like many such, she was also, when so inclined, a masochist. Even through the pain, there was a part of her that was enjoying his ministrations, and had she been free to talk, she would've likely been begging him NOT to stop. That was the real reason for the gag - it wasn't so that she couldn't alert Ocheeva (the only other one left), but so that Clive wouldn't be subjected to her pleading, and that solely because he knew he'd want to give in to it. She was beautiful, and charming, and warped in a way that only he could understand, but he had to kill her. And to be honest, he knew that had he spared her - had they gone on together - the time would've come when he'd be in her position and she in his, and frankly, he was afraid of her. He didn't look back at her until he felt her thrashing start to subside. Hoping to see that glorious moment when the light went out in her eyes, he looked up, only to find her gaze locked on him - blazing with hatred, but leavened with disappointment and just a touch of triumph. He couldn't help it - he looked away, and only knew she was dead when her body convulsed a final time, then subsided.

He put aside thoughts of what could've been, and went in search of Ocheeva. It wasn't that he had any special plan for her death - he just wanted her to be the last, so she'd be truly alone in the end.

Unsurprisingly, she was in her room, at the table, reading. She seemed even more ill-at-ease than normal (Clive had never understood how someone so hesitant and timid had been placed in charge of the sanctuary in the first place). She hadn't stirred from the room, so she didn't know that the rest of the sanctuary was dead, but she had to have noticed, if only subconsciously, how quiet it was, and it obviously unsettled her.

It took a bit of time to put her enough at her ease that she went back to reading, but once she was again absorbed in her book, Clive slipped one of the apples into her pouch, then explicitly bid her "Farewell." He spent the next few hours reading in the chair that had been Teinaava's, and knew the very moment when Ocheeva died. Then he went to claim his reward, humming softly. It had been a very good day.

This post has been edited by gpstr: Mar 27 2015, 02:26 AM

[Acadian]

Renee - Fun to catch Haili’s perspective on RG3 – er, I mean Princess. Also fun to follow the Weet bandit as he meets half of Anvil looking for the Stranger.

Gpstr – Seems like Clive did a thorough job of cleaning house as he purified and cleansed the sanctuary. Those apples can sure come in handy!

[gpstr]

Thorough indeed.

Clive's been interesting. He's really the only completely evil character I've ever played. I've got a few who are sort of evil, but even they generally have some streak of nobility or decency. Clive doesn't. The only qualities he has that serve to take a bit of the edge off of his evil are a desire for respect and a fair bit of cowardice. But those qualities don't make him any less inclined to evil - they just make him a bit more circumspect than he might be otherwise.

I've tried to describe him a number of times, but I don't think I've ever really communicated the full extent of his loathsomeness. I actually started out that post just writing the sort of update I usually write - a dry recitation of "went here, did that, saw this..." (storytelling really isn't my forte). But I could see that it was going to again fail to really communicate his nature, so I scrapped that and, since the bulk of it was the Purification, just wrote that bit.

And speaking of dry recitation - needing a bit of a break from Clive, I first worked on my incipient Altmer lass, but made no particular progress. I started her four times last night - once at the actual game beginning and three different variations from TUStartingOptions and none of them clicked. All I got out of it is that she's not at all interested in the MQ and I think she's going to have thin dark brows and dark hair.

So I switched to Ughoth gro-Sharam, the other Orc mage.

Some might remember Bogmok gro-Lob, my pitifully insecure Orc mage. I love Bogmok, but I can't really play him any more. He was a very early character and has a terrible build. He's level 19 at only 50-some hours, and he's just not the sort of character to be that high a level... at all, really, but certainly not so quickly. But I don't have any of his early saves, so I'm stuck with him like that. So about a year ago, I decided to try replaying him from scratch. I imported his face into a new save and started him from the sewer exit. And he just wasn't Bogmok. Not only did I not get that insecure vibe from him - I got exactly the opposite. This was an arrogant and determined Orc mage. So I had no real choice - I consoled him into an entirely different character, and Ughoth was born.

Ughoth is... a mage. That's it. He's not a Destruction mage or Illusion mage or Battlemage or mage/archer or mage/fighter or mage/anything. He's a mage, wholly and entirely. If it's magic and it'll help him out, he uses it. And he has one and exactly one goal - to be Arch-mage. That's it. He's a very centered and straightforward character, and a pleasure to play (particularly after Clive).

So... on the heels of that "one and exactly one goal" bit, he was actually most recently taking a bit of a break from the hectic affairs of the Mages Guild and was out tramping the West Weald to track down the Orrery parts for Bothiel. He's not much for roughing it though, so he just spent the days traveling, then teleported (fast traveled actually, but neither one of us pays that much attention to time, so it's the same thing more or less) back to Frostcrag to clean up and sleep. He started out the first two mornings from Anvil and the third from Chorrol, then when he got all the parts, delivered them to Bothiel by way of Frostcrag. That was in the morning, and he wanted to come back the next day and see the Orrery in action, so he had a day to kill. So he decided to deal with that Oblivion gate up the path a ways from Frostcrag.

Side note - he's not actually doing the MQ. I took him as far as delivering Martin to CRT, so 10 gates opened, then he just didn't follow Martin and Jauffre into CRT and I consoled it so that no more gates would open, so there were 10 open gates in his Cyrodiil (only five left now) and the Blades are presumably dealing with the Oblivion crisis.

That went easily. It was one of my least favorite Oblivion worlds - the one with three towers - two in front with a bridge between them and a third one between and behind them. Flip the switch at the top of one of the towers and it extends a bridge to the other, flip the switch in the other and it extends a bridge to the sigil tower. It's a short and easy world, but not much for loot. Ughoth handled it easily, using Command where possible to get the daedra to fight each other and a few different destruction spells where necessary. Then, satisfied, he went back to Frostcrag to sleep for the night, then teleported down to the AU in the morning. He checked out the Orrery, was suitably impressed with it (if not so much so with the power it granted him), then he met with the Arch-mage to get his next assignment, and is currently en route to Bruma, to see if he can find out why Jeanne hasn't been in contact lately.

[Lopov]

I enjoyed reading about Clive's purification of the sanctuary. He had no qualms, I see, it's just something that had to be done. My favorite scene is when he wakes up and there are both Teeinava and Gogron dead. Got any pics of Clive?

Ughotgh the Orc mage sounds interesting because, firstly, he's an Orc and a mage at that, which is obviously an unusual combination, and secondly, because he knows exactly what he wants to become.

[gpstr]

Clive

He's from a wealthy family but has frittered the last of the fortune away, which is why he's out in the world trying to profit from his murderous hobbies. He started out in upper class clothing - mostly the blue velvet outfit - but as he spent more time in the mages guild, he shifted to robes, and took a particular liking to that one. He was originally trying to convey the image of upper class gentleman, and has shifted to trying to convey the image of upper class gentleman mage. He wears gloves because he's prissy. That, and a bit too much focus on his image, is also the reason that he flatly refuses to even touch weapons or armor or tools of any sort, and mostly disdains destruction magic (though he has grown to have a bit of a fondness for some nice, clean shock - preferably at a distance). He relies almost entirely on conjuration and illusion, so he always has someone or something else doing the fighting for him, then he just watches. He particularly likes daedra - there's just something clean and straightforward about them.

[Renee]

Ah, so glad you have joined us gpster! Have some cake. Glad you are here, enjoy your stay!

Now it's time for my weekly episode, and this week I'm choosing Kahreem. This is going to be one of my 'live' roleplays; in other words I'll be gaming as I'm writing this. This method seems to work best with Kahreem stories.

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Loredas, 9:34 am, Morning Star 5, 3rd Era 434

Level: 7
Class: Bandit

Days Passed: 132
Days Jailed: 29
Bounty: 275
Fame: 0
Infamy: 16



The rain it does fall, the sky it does storm, as Kahreem of Weet begins to fret. He stands in the rain undecided, not sure what to do. The man known only as 'The Stranger' has been tasked with forging a letter, and this letter will hopefully cause Hieronymus Lex to be forced to move to Anvil. But The Stranger requires an entire 24 hours to complete this forgery. So Kahreem stands undecided. What to do? ...what to do?

"Hello."

But then, he thinks he'll take a chance. He goes for it. Right back to Anvil's castle, even though there is one possible guard who might recognize him. What else has he got to fokkinge do?

"Don't worry Kahreem," he says to himself. "It will be all worth it. And even if you get caught, it's not like you'll have to go to jail for long."

He leaves Anvil by its southern exit, walks across the bridge, and enters the castle.

12:12 pm
Music swirls all around, once again, as he makes his way from the castle's lobby area into its smithy.

"I see you work for the Grey Fox."

"Hello Orrin. I don't know who this 'Grey Fox' is, I work for nobody. Say ... um.... stay right here, will you?"

"Shadow hide you."

"Mm hmm, sure. Shadows can hide me. My skin's pretty dark, after all."

He walks through the brightly-colored Smithy, down a short corridor, and ends up in the antechamber where he had 'discovered' a hidden wall. Once he is where he wants to be, he feels a slight disappointment.



"Fokke. Only two bottles left."

But it's no matter. He grabs these quickly, before Orrin the Smith can bust him. Even though Orrin says things like "shadow hide you" and "I see you work for the Grey Fox", he still can't be fully trusted. It takes Kahreem all of 4 seconds, to grab both bottles of Cheap Wine, before Orrin makes his way into the same antechamber Kahreem is in.

"Hello my Hammerfell brother. Ahhh, just came back here to make sure I closed this hidden, secret door which we both know about. Shouldn't leave this thing open. Might want to stock up on some of your wine here, too. I see an entire rack-ful has now gone empty."

Orrin says nothing, as the Weet Bandit walks away, trying as hard as he can not to laugh.

5:25 PM

"Hello good lady."

"Hail."

"What?"

"What's new with you?"

Kahreem finds himself back at Count's Arms. He rents a bed from the Redguard who runs the place, orders some boar's meat with a side of grapes, and sits down to have a drunken meal, all the while eyeing another rack of Cheap Wine, located across the room. He eyes this wine, and muses and wonders and plots.

"I saw a mudcrab by the water recently. I steered clear of them."

An Imperial male speaks with an elf lady of some sort. A complacent scene tonight in the Count's Arms.

"It's you. Hi," says the elf again, greeting somebody else.

"For someone who drinks so much," says a beast-folk male. "Hauls-ropes-faster is in peak physical condition. You could learn a lot from him."

As Kahreem savors his meal, thinking that food really does taste best when you're drunk, he becomes aware of the fact that the Redguard man who runs Count's Arms, Wilbur, is silently watching him.*

"He's an odd one," replies the elf lady. "Drinks like a fish, but runs like a rabbit."

"Allll-right then."

Kahreem finishes his meal, then decides to head upstairs to have a long, delicious sleep. As he dozes off, he continues to muse, plot, and wonder.

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Sundas, 8:34 AM
He wakes many hours later. How long has he slept? He's not sure. But it's light outside. Obviously morning. Kahreem gets up, has some watermelon in an attempt to wake himself, then smiles when he looks in his nightsack.

"Ahhh, hello lovely."

He grabs the second bottle, the one which he had fetched out of Anvil's castle, and begins this day's love-affair with inebriation.

"That forger guy. The Ssstranger. Have to go sssee if he finished up his f-ffokkinge task."

He leaves Count's Arms, and walks up Anvil's causeway, making his way back to The Stranger's rundown hovel. It's raining hard outside, but then again, this is the month of Morning Star. Before entering The Stranger's residence, he gives a quick look over his shoulder, in an attempt to see if he's being followed. But nobody's on the street behind him. Only a fokkinge beggar.

"Good."



He enters the house, which is dark and gloomy inside.

"Don't interrupt me," says the Imperial forger.

"Interrupt? Hey, you said you needed one day to forge that letter. So, what gives?"

"Do you have my fee?"

Kahreem nods, and grabs for his manpurse. Shows the Stranger his gold, which is 472 pieces at the moment. And this (apparently) is not enough.

"What are you doing here?" the Stranger. "Come back when you have the money!"

The Redguard curses himself as he leaves the Stranger's home, cursing himself. How much money do I fokkinge need to please this guy? he asks himself, but then he thinks he knows the answer. An even 500 should do it, he thinks, which is just 28 more Septims than he has at the moment. But at least the job is done. The Stranger has lived up to his promise, apparently.

As Kahreem leaves the Stranger's place, drunk and saddened to think he's about to lose all his gold, he thinks of stealing the letter, instead of paying for it.

"NO. No fokkinge way am I going to steal from him, and then get caught, and fokkinge thrown out of the Thieves Guild. One of the guild rules clearly states I can't steal from another member. Fokke!"

He walks away fuming, not even knowing he's just done the right thing, for once.



This post has been edited by Renee: Mar 28 2015, 12:17 PM