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

[Lopov]

The plot thickens. As I said earlier, I really like it that all events are still taking place in Skingrad. There's something special about her story, it doesn't see any action, instead it's about a woman working at an inn, being stalked? by someone and she's obviously getting slightly paranoid because of that.

[mALX]

The plot thickens. As I said earlier, I really like it that all events are still taking place in Skingrad. There's something special about her story, it doesn't see any action, instead it's about a woman working at an inn, being stalked? by someone and she's obviously getting slightly paranoid because of that.

I got paranoid just seeing the journal entry!

[Renee]

Aww, y'all are kind. Her story's getting interesting, right? Just you wait and see...

I'm going to be away this weekend, feel free to add another Vion story, Lopov. Maybe Vion's in jail with an Argonian who is slimy (just a little bit slimy?). Maybe Vion will toughen up in prison, climbing chains and lifting rocks and whatnot.

This post has been edited by Renee: Oct 17 2015, 12:57 AM

[Lopov]

Vion is indeed in jail so I have nothing new to write about. He'll stay there for some time because I'm currently back in the Mojave. His cell doesn't have any chains, though, so climbing is out of question.

[Renee]

Middas, 7:35 pm, Sun's Dawn 13, 3rd Era 434

Days Passed: 171

Days Jailed: 48

Bounty: 250



"What is it now?"

Kahreem decides not to directly answer the guard who asks this question. Instead he replies while looking away: "Keep your shield sheathed and your carry your sword, soldier. This'll keep the thieves and cutpurses at bay". Then he palms his face.... Shield sheathed? ... not like it matters. The Imperial before him (a REAL guard) doesn't seem to notice the Redguard's mistake.

A light rain begins to fall on this cold Sun's Dawn day. Cold for Cyrodiil, anyways. Kahreem smiles as he walks away. Apparently his disguise has worked. Pretending to be a Bravil guard could be pretty fun, as long as you weren't recognized. Once inside Bravil, the sky darkens as he debates whether or not to go visit the lady with the money. She'd better have his money.

"Why do you bother me?" says another guard, another real guard. "Go away."

This confuses Kahreem. Is there some other Redguard guard out there? And this Imperial has a grudge against him? And if this man recognizes Kahreem for whatever crime he's committed lately, why isn't he being arrested? .. In the end, he decides it's best to go up to City Swimmer's flat, and hopefully change his armor for some townie clothes. S'krivva's door is locked with a four-tumbler, anyways.

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8:31 pm
He finds City Swimmer's door, which opened without a word. Once inside, he removes his armor and tosses it upon the floor, unceremoniously. Then he notices: Somebody has been here. All the shelves are stocked with food, and the door to City Swimmer's door was also unlocked. Kahreem knows for a fact that he had eaten nearly all the food he'd found last time he was here, yet there's bread and potatoes and tomatoes, and lots of them. Whoever had restocked this food hadn't bothered to do much cleaning, though. He cuts open some watermelon, and has a piece of bread, and also (of course) one of the bottles of Cheap Wine he brought down from the Waterfront.

"Ahh, fokke that's good."

Then he remembers the skooma. Hadn't he left some skooma, somewhere in here? Sure enough, he had. There are two bottles of the stuff, hidden away under some rubbish; somehow they'd been missed by whoever was sharing this squat with him. "Ooooo" he says, as he has gulps an entire bottle at once, swaying on his feet, the room beginning to spin. No skooma-sucking for this Redguard. Why suck, going for a mild buzz at best, when you can have it all, right here and now?

The rest of the night is a blur, not that he had expected anything more.

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Sun's Dawn 14, 11:15 am
He awakes hours later. The sun is high in the sky as he leaves Miss Swimmer's flat. And he doesn't waste time, now; he goes right to S'krivva's door .... which is still locked. "Fokke!" ... and since he's only got one entire gold on his person (just one!) he decides it's time to address his poverty, right then and now.

He goes to the Fair Deal, and sells the enchanted boots he's wearing. They are made of some sort of hardened fur, and have some sort of enchantment on them. He sells these boots to the elf behind the counter, and also sells a silver arrow he'd found at some point. Total gold in his pocket? 263.

"Another satisfied customer."

As Kahreem walks through Bravil, he marvels at all the rock he sees around him. Rock! Everywhere. Rock walls, the chapel is made of rock, and the causeway he walks upon ... also rock. So much rock. Where does it all come from? he wonders, unsure of whether it's hacked out of the ground, or ... what? ... brought on some ship, or whatever.

That thought puzzles him, as he walks toward Lonely Suitor Lodge, hoping to find the fur-licker with his fokkinge gold. It takes him about a minute or so, before he makes it there.

"Hello," a Khajiit says as Kahreem enters the place. This Khajiit speaks to the orc who runs this lodge.

"Varon Vamori can be really charming," replies the orc. "There's something odd about him, though."

"He has a way with words, that's for suuuure. You could learn a lot from him."

"Sigh..."



... the conversation continues, but Kahreem pays no more attention to it. Before him, is a tail. And connected to this tail, a beastfolk, covered with fur, but well-groomed fur. A second Khajiit. Kahreem cannot tell if this one is male or female, but he hopes it is female, for lots of reasons. Hopefully hundreds of reasons, each one containing its very own gold piece.

"Welcome honored Cat Burglar."

It's her! The lady with his money! "I've never burgled a cat, actually. You must have the wrong man."

"The esteemed cat burglar honors me."

"Whatever you say. Where's my gold? You know I had to damn-near make myself destitute just to accomplish that last assignment? I want my gold and I want it now!"

"Welllll done, hunter! Hieronymus Lex will no longer be a thorn in the paw of the Thieves Guild..."

"Ha ha, very funny. 'Thorn in the paw', that's cute. Now for my gold."

"The Gray Fox shows his gratitude. You are being promoted ..."

"Who cares... Gold..."

"...to Shadowfoot., and ..."

"Gold?"

"...may now use Orrin of Castle Anvil as your fence."

"I wha--? I have a fence here in Bravil now?"

Kahreem smiles, then grins, then really almost pees in the chair he falls into, as he's finally given his ..

".. gold... Look at all that fokkinge gold."

So much gold, there's no way he'd ever think of counting it all here. Later when he returns to City Swimmer's flat, blocks its door, and begins counting, he learns he's got well over a thousand on his person. He's literally gone from rags to riches, in less than 24 hours.

"Gold ... look at all that fokkinge gold."

S'krivva had mentioned something about the Grey Fox, after she'd given him his pay, but Kahreem was not unsure of what exactly it was. She'd said he'd be contacted by this mysterious fellow, somehow. His second bottle of skooma doesn't last much longer.

This post has been edited by Renee: May 10 2023, 06:34 PM

[mirocu]

I hope he doesn´t spend all his money on Cheap Wine and Skooma, or he´ll be just as poor once again

[Lopov]

Before him, is a tail. And connected to this tail, a beastfolk, covered with fur, but well-groomed fur.

Kahreem thinking about rocks is one of few moments when he doesn't think about cheap wine or skooma.
His intelligence must be pretty damaged by excessive skooma use, right?

[Renee]

Yeah, he'll definitely spend some gold on skooma, no doubt.

That's a good question. I know one of his stats is permanently red, but I am not sure if it's Int. I'll have to check next time I'm dealing with his foils and foibles.

That'll be convenient having a fence in Anvil. He's not really interested in stealing from anybody in this town at all, except the castle. Ironic that the fence is supposed to be IN the castle, too.

This post has been edited by Renee: Oct 25 2015, 09:35 PM

[Lopov]

I think that Kahreem already ran into that guy, because I remember that when in Castle Anvil, some servant addressed him as "Shadow hide you".

[Renee]

"Goood morning."

"How are you?"

"Not baaad."

"Sarah Phimm of Solitude must be quite the catch. I have heard some people have interest in her."

"Innndeeeed. Our lady must have many reasonsss, for taking the steps she's made. Sssarah Phimm of Solitude has many assets, and may sssoon be useful to usss."

"Heard any news about the other provinces?"

"Many Argonians have been 'called back' to Black Marsh. They dissssappear into de swamps, and are neverrr heard again."

"Uhh huhh."


.... the conversation between the two dark figures dies into meanderings about this and that. Their words echo across vast hallways. The oddity known as Sarah Phimm is merely yet another topic for them to talk about, along with the latest news about Morrowind, Skyrim, and mudcrabs.

Turdas, Heartfire 14

Finally, and with finality, the rain, it has ceased. The sunlight has ended its reign of darkness upon Skingrad. My mood, it has lifted as well. Tones of grey and tones of drabness replaced by gold, and elation.

And no news from my admirer, my letter-writer. Whom-ever this sorry fellow, or madam, may have been. No further communicatings have been made from said person. Perhaps 'twas just a prank, then. A mischievous combinating of thief, miscreant, and child. And how could such a numb-skull know of my troubles in Solitude? Well it is simple, really. Perhaps this person made makes grand travellings, from Skingrad to Solitude. Perhaps this person is based in militia. Or perhaps it is several some-ones, having some sort of multiple participatings, all in some effort to spook me. If so, this nit-wit must surely be bored by now. Upset, for my lack of usurpment. I do not upset as easily as he may have expected.

Well, back to toiling for Mog. And after I earn my daily compensation, I might take pleasure, as I stroll through this sudden soiree of Skingrad sunlight.

~Sarah


~Early Morn

I have awoken just now, and must scribe about my last latest dream, before memory fa*, fades. My pen, it shakes, as I must try and concentrate and calm my fingers.

Was back within Solitude, fa* fact of matter. The air it was fair, the sunlight golden, and I was still free of their judgments, those jus judgments which ruined my life. My position with-in the Court still placed with viability, as much as they were aware. The peoples of Solitude had not yet knowlege, of what would transpire. I was still a maid, and may still have been affecting the interest of Simon. Simon is the name I give to one of the court's sons, a knight, in fact.

Yes, we were lovers, in my past life, Simon and I. I call him Simon as I scribe this; I cannot use his real name, for ecen even though I am far from Skyrim, I cannot risk the h chance that some-one might find me, living here within Skingrad, and know of Simon's past as well. I do him that favor.

Any-ways, not to wander. My dream. Walking within Sil Solitude, the peoples not taking any notice. And from the Blue Palace came a scream. The sound of horns and trumpets. The sudden knowing. The people, they knew. They knew of my exploits with Simon. They kneow knew of the court's judgement, and how it was ME who had caused a ruckus within the palace, itself. Yes, I admit, I did cause a ruckus within their precious court. Those things, however, must be spoken of later.

Within Solitude, tthe people grew angry, and turned to me, *and with rage, they brandished their hooks and their knives and their scythes. I had not option, but to flee. I had not option, but to banish myself from Solitude, lest I face my doom. And I ran within some tower, the people at my back. Closed myself within a red door, and locked myself within. I had not any-where to go. I was locked within a sort of scullery, you see? But this scullery was entirely empty. The people, they pounded from outside.

But then I saw it, a broom. A simple broom, the sort used for the sweeping of floors. A broom I might have used every-day, as maids are oft to be burdened with. I felt drawn toward this broom, and indeed, grasped it within my hands. Yet, this broom was not any other; no, I could see some-body had written my name upon its shaft. This was MY broom. I felt some empowerment, as I fondled and felt its weight.

From that moment, my fears, they did subside. I unlocked the scullery door, faced the
crowds, yet they did not make their attack, no, they did not. They instead backed away, gawking in fear, as now it was I, who had them under my thumbs. I swung my broom, a sort of awkward gesture, and noticed movement at my feet, as though I had gained a bit of height.

Then, I motioned it the proper way. I knew of its power, this broom with my name upon it. I grasped it yet again, and positioned it under my feet, as though I were indeed sweeping some floor, and had sudden knowlege that with this broom, I could fly. Silly, it may sound. But this was the truth. I could fly, indeed, and within moments, was high above. High above the frightful people, and then above the ramparts and spires. The town, Solitude, falling below me. Euphoria and giddiness at height. Clouds nearby, and birds at within my grasp.

I aimed my broom, and swept downward, toward the town, toward the peoples. I was moving with quickness, and below me, the peoples, they did turn to run toward their homes, with safety. For the town, 'twas now lit with fires. Raging fires, blazes, burnings ... the people who did not were not moving with quick-ness succumbed to these fires, and burned alive, and called out for aidment.

And I flew from above, watching them flee these raging fires, and seeing them despair and panic. Yet I did so with glee. I did so with enjoy-ment. Serves them rightfully. The powers of fire. I know these powers.

Well, that is all. Just one dream, of many. In some hours, back to the toil, back to Mog. I must take my bed, once again, for just a few hours' more resting.

This post has been edited by Renee: Nov 2 2015, 11:31 PM

[Lopov]

Love the intro dialogue, at first I thought it'll be some random stuff but I think I know who were these dark figures, actually which faction do they belong to.

And I also liked the scene with the broom and Solitude on fire, great writing. You could roleplay Sarah's fast traveling with a broom.

[Grits]

“Keep your shield sheathed…” Mr. Smooth. Kahreem finally gets a huge pile of gold! I love his thought process as he spied the tail.

Great update from Sarah tying in a look at her past with a hint of her future through the flying dream. I just watched Goblet of Fire last night. The broom flying parts are my favorite.

[Renee]

Lopov: You think you know who those two shadowy figures are at the beginning of the story? Interesting. Heh heh. I hope you add Vion's tale someday, because that's what WE want, right?

Grits: Why thank you. Yes, those Harry Potter movies are still gold. I love reliving them through my kid's eyes, since I originally saw them before she was born, or when she was too young to understand them.

[Renee]

10:37 pm, Sun's Dawn 14, 3rd Era 434

"I have a message for you from the Grey Fox."

"Metttthredssshel. Ssso good to sessshe you."

Kahreem of Weet can barely string his words together. Methredhel's appearance here in Bravil, at the Lonely Suitor Lodge, is unexpected. Kahreem had been told a 'messenger' would come visit him, but S'krivva had said he should head up to the Imperial City for this to happen.

"Whaat? What is thissh *hic* messshaage?"

With two beers and a bottle of Cheap Wine in him, Kahreem sees Methredhel before him. Then there are two Methredhels, then three. All three of them speak at the same time.

"The .. the ..Gray ..gray ... Fox .. fox h has-as a - a task-k for you you. Meeeet him at- at Hel- vius Hel vius Cecia-ia's house in Bru - Bruma..."

"Huh? Wha--- shhhtop talking all at once-shh .... shlowww down...."

Since Methredhel can see Kahreem is too bombed to comprehend at the moment, she gives him a note, instead. And places it in his journal.

"Hey... wait!"

It is hours later, actually many hours later, actually the next day, before Kahreem finally reads the note he's been given. Bruma. Way up north. How many months has it been since he's been to Bruma? He doesn't know. All he knows is that it's going to be cold up there. With just over a thousand gold in his pocket, buying a full set of fur armor should not be a problem.

.... errr 779 gold. Yeah, 3 bottles of skooma later... XD

This post has been edited by Renee: May 10 2023, 06:47 PM

[mirocu]

Huh? Kahreem getting to Bruma before Lothran??

[Renee]

Huh? Kahreem getting to Bruma before Lothran??

Better hurry! Just kidding. He is not going to pussy-foot around though. He's intent on getting there the next time I game with him, perhaps. Bur for now, he is in the Marie Elena. He's always blown about half his gold by the way. He's down to five-hundred-something.

[Lopov]

Lol at how Kahreem perceives Methredhel's speech and sees two instead of one. Maybe Kahreem will get some unexpected help from Lothran in Bruma, after all they belong to the same guild.

[Renee]

Middas, 7:41 pm, Sun's Dawn 20, 3rd Era 434

Days Passed: 186
Days Jailed: 47
Gold Remaining: 366
Current Bounty: 751

Playtime: 199:22:16


"Well now, caught in the act, and no gold to pay your fine. It's off to jail with ya!"

The Redguard man known as Kahreem of Weet looks to the writ in the guard's hand. "751 Septims? Are you sure? You must have the wrong man. I'm the guy who's wanted for 400 Septims."

The guard stares intently at Kahreem, the criminal who had just arrived here in Bruma. Trespassing, horse-theft, a stolen bunch of grapes? Yep, this looks to be the guy.

"Okay, 500 gold."

The guard is unflinching...

"Five-fifty?"

...and not about to take any nonsense. Let's see you put up a fight... he thinks. But because he's a professional at his job, he does not say this.

"Fine. Seven-hundred and fifty-one gold. You caught me. I give up. Let us go to jail, then."

"Hope you rot, criminal scum."

Kahreem is thrown into jail with another man, a bare-chested Nord who probably sleeps in straw, the savage. "Go away," this Nord says. It's the only thing he wants to say to his new cellmate. Not being good with anything less than small talk, Kahreem can't help but try to sweeten the honey, to try to lay down some sort of pleasant tone with the man.

"Look, I don't know what you're in for, but I'm going to be cooped up in here for a week, maybe a week and a day. And I'm not happy about it either. It's cold, I barely have any health because I just helped the town, assisted the town, with an attack of wolves just as I got to the stables. Of course, I'm also the one who attracted these wolves up here. They were chasing my horse, you see."

The Nord, whose name Kahreem later learns is Jorundr, has nothing to say on the matter.

"Fine. Be like that. And look, I'm going to choose the bedroll with the candles next to it, okay? Not to boast, but I've been in jail quite a lot this past year," he says, grabbing an ear of half-rotted corn from the cell's food barrel. "But I'm also on my way up, Nord. Yep, that's right, I'm the Redguard you've probably heard about. The one who's caused so much ruckus here in Cyrodiil. Thieves Guild, yep that's me."

Jorundr only stares out the bars of their cell, as though waiting for some sort of chance to break out which never comes, mainly because he might go insane listening to this stupid Reduard all week.

"I snuck a lockpick in here, by the way. Snuck it under my tongue. Still got the taste of iron in my mouth. You can have it, Nord."

Jorundr does not answer.

"Nah, I think I'll keep it. These picks are hard to come by. And it's no use trying to break out of here; trust me, I've done it. They'll just attack you, all at once. Not very fun. ... Can't wait to get out of here though. I've got a job waiting for me when my sentence is over. Hah!"

... his banter goes on and on. In one of his cellmate's ears, and apparently out the other. The hour slips by. Then another hour. Then three. And four, and six. And a day. And before he knows it...

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Turdas, 12:51 am, Sun's Dawn 28

"Man, my whole body feels weak," Kahreem says a week later, his incarceration ended. "And I don't feel like I can swing a blade as well as I should. And my ability to block weapon swings? Don't feel like I'd be much good with my fists. My ability to deflect damage while wearing heavy armor? Yeah, I don't think I'll be wearing heavy armor anytime soon. Fokke! Jail time; it really weakens a man."

Kahreem begins his usual act of disrobing from his crappy jail clothes, and donning the entirely warm set of fur armor he had bought down in the Imperial City. Starts drinking the sole remaining bottle of Cheap Wine he had been arrested with, then heads down the hill, looking for a place to stay.

"What do you want?" asks a guard.

Despite having nobody to talk to all week, Kahreem doesn't feel like answering this question. By now, everybody, the entire town, probably knows who he is and what he's done. And they're NORDS. Almost all of them. From what Kahreem remembers, his first visit to Bruma hadn't gone too well. Rudeness everywhere.

"Why do you bother me? Go away!" says one Nord as Kahreem passes into Jerall View Inn.

"Bother me again, and you might live to regret it," says the innkeeper after Kahreem arranges a room for the night.

Kahreem smirks at this, especially once he realizes he's got a fence in this town. Completely forgot about him. What's his name? Oorfgar or something. Guy's a total layabout, yet he's probably got more wealth to dispense than anyone else in this town. All it'll take is one successful sweep through the castle's dining room, and he'll have back a good portion of the money he's blown since leaving Bravil.

"Off to bed I go. And tomorrow, let's find a beggar."

This post has been edited by Renee: Nov 22 2015, 06:04 AM

[mALX]

The Redguard man known as Kahreem of Weet

SPEW! How did I miss that name?

[Renee]

Yep, that's right, mALX. Grab a bowl.


This post has been edited by Renee: Nov 22 2015, 05:35 AM