Kanet is in Chorrol canvasing the castle, but not for a portrait. She’s dressed for a prison stay in case she gets tired of paying fines for trespassing and decides to get some rest in jail. Her luck has been awful. Maybe Nocturnal is unhappy with Kanet’s renewed devotion to her sister Azura.
It’s been difficult for Kanet to remain professional and only steal the thing she’s after. The castle is full of stuff she wants. She will definitely come back later with a big empty bag.
EDIT: Kanet completed her mission and returned home after a nice visit with her old boss. She really likes Anvil. She gets to wear her pink wig that only works with the blue dress which coordinates with Countess Umbranox’s décor. That castle is a lot of fun to explore. Plus there’s the added delight of asking Hieronymus Lex for silly things like directions. Over and over again. Kanet had a great time chatting with him. As she left he said something like, “Stay safe, citizen.” She thought that was hilarious.
Back at the Guild Hall Kanet spent some time rolling around on the pile of coins she earned before getting into bed. She hasn’t seen Amusei since she bought a nightie. She hoped that sleeping in the buff was some sort of Summon Amusei spell, so she tried it. No joy.
Perhaps the smith in Evergloam has finished making her enchanted arrows. Kanet likes those almost as much as strappy sandals or Fire Damage poison. She’ll head there in the morning.
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QUOTE(Grits @ Apr 11 2014, 04:47 PM) 
Back at the Guild Hall Kanet spent some time rolling around on the pile of coins she earned before getting into bed.
Exploring castles is lots of fun, I agree. There's more of a 'trespassing' feeling in Oblivion than there is in Skyrim. The NPCs in Oblivion also get SO MAD when they catch us sneaking around.
Samara ventured into The SHivering Isles and, while she's not too keen on becoming Sheogorath's Ultimate Fighting Champion, she did decide, the vain little thing she is, that she liked the clothing so much better in the Isles. So she bought a bunch and ventured back to Nirn.
That’s what drew Kanet there. She helped Jared killed the Gatekeeper so she could get to the good shops. Maybe Samara will see Kanet browsing in Common Treasures! 
Sun's Dusk 21, 1:09 am 3rd Era 433
Days Passed: 87
Days Jailed: 17
Bounty: 340
Where we left off: Kahreem has just gotten Hrormir's Icestaff back in his possession, and now must find out where Ontus Vanin lives so he can attempt to hide the staff in the researcher's home.
Kahreem dreads his new task. As the Weet Bandit leaves the Talos Plaza home where Methredhel is hiding, he has no idea where Ontus may live. Talos Plaza district? .. Elven Gardens? ... the man could be anywhere in the Imperial City, and he cannot remember if Methredhel had specified a certain area or not. To get an answer to this query, there's only one way...
"Ask a beggar. Ask a fokkinge beggar."
Kahreem doesn't want to do this of course, not with his meager supply of gold dwindling with every encounter of one of Cyrodiil's bums.
"Adventures get rich, like that Dyna gal I've heard about, while I toil with nonsense tasks such as this one," he complains, even as he's looking forward to placing the giant white staff on his back somewhere where it will go to good use. "Well, let us get to walking."
Kahreem doesn't see a beggar anywhere nearby, there are only a smattering of Imperial Guards. And somehow, these guards don't seem to think it's strange that a Redguard who looks suspiciously like the one who was recently spotted stealing a bay horse down on the Waterfront is now carrying a large, obviously expensive magical item on his back. Since they don't raise a fuss, Kahreem decides he'll start walking through the Talos Plaza district, checking names on various doors that he passes by. He starts with the nearest house, which is on his right.
"Ulen Athram. Nope."
The next door he sees to his left (across the plaza) is owned by a wealthy Dunmer. Kahreem knows this because he'd been in this manor several months ago, sneaking around and looking for things to loot.
"Can't be that home."
He looks to his far right, and notices a door located just to the left of some guards, and walks there.
"Claudius Arcadia. Rats! I am never going to find this Vantin Onus or whatever the fokke his name is."
But he keeps going straight. To his left are two doors: Agarmir and Matthias Draconis are the names on the placards, and with each of these names he begins to feel a sense of frustration. But then finally gets lucky "Yes!" and finds the door he's looking for. He places his lockpick inside its keyhole, finds it's three-tumbler, and smiles.
As the night above begins to lighten, Kahreem manipulates the lock, breaking in on his fourth attempt.
5:59 AM
Inside the home, Kahreem is greeted with the same soothing music he's heard in other wealthy-class homes and castles. The aroma of fresh fruit and sweetrolls wafts through the air. Silverware on the table, and rare books in the shelves. But the Weet Bandit only notices these things momentarily. For a moment, he actually forgets why he is in the home of this 'Vantus Onin'.
"Can my eyes be deceiving me?"
He takes a closer look at the tall bottle on the dinner table before him.
"Why yessss. I do have a lovely bottle of Cheap Wine for ye. It'll be zero gold for the night!"
He says this, and it's not long before the bottle is empty and discarded, right on the floor. And to make matters worse, Kahreem decides it's been awhile since he's truly trashed a home, and soon all the forks, spoons, goblets, and plates on the table have been strewn about, helter-skelter.
"Ahh sorry Master Onus. Guess you can say I'm not much of a maid."
Getting back to the task at hand, the Redguard climbs the stairs to the man's bedroom, thinking that this might be the best place to hide the Icestaff.
"Locked with a single-tumbler, ha!"
And like that, the Weet Bandit makes his way into the Imperial's bedroom.
9:48 am
Nobody is inside, which is odd. Wasting no time, he spies a chest nearby and decides to see if it will fit inside, which it somehow does. After performing this task, he looks around the room he is in, which is modest and well-kept, yet there's another bottle of the cheap stuff nearby.
"Oh yes, come to papa."
Kahreem downs this bottle too, and begins to feel that woozy warmth causing him to sway slightly on his feet. Luckily the job has been done. He raids through several drawers, barrels, and sacks, and finally finds something new to wear in the man's wardrobe. This is just before 'the man', a white-robed, white-haired wizard, catches the Redguard thief in action.
"For the love of Azura, can't a man get any privacy? GET OUT of here!"
Kahreem can't help but grin as he stands before the wizard, newly drunkened, and wearing some of the man's best clothes. He starts giggling like a boy, then laughing absurdly. He doesn't even know why!
"I'm warning you, get out or I'll call the guards," Ontus says in a mixed Imperial & Breton accent.
"Ohh but I am Aarmhayre the Great! ... No, I meant to say Vince the Spice Merchant! NO!!!" Kahreem laughter brays now. He's about to go to jail, he knows this for a fact, yet he cannot help but move from the silly man in white robes before him. He grabs an ear of corn left haphazardly on the man's desk, and begins to munch on it, spitting kernals of corn all over the floor.
"Put that back, you worthless thief!"
"Oh? You would like me to put this half-eaten piece of food back on your well-oiled desk? Sure!"
With this, Kahreem falls to the floor, rolling about in tortured, belly-aching guffaws. He feels damn-near paralyzed in this state, knows he's got just seconds before a guard shows up, but cannot make a move until this actually happens.
"Ohh heee heh ehe heeee!" he giggles. "You have a big, white magical stick in your chest, sir!! Might want to do something about that!"
"Break the law on MY WATCH, will ya? It's off to jail with ya -oh- and no golllld to pay your fine, hmm? It's off to the lockup then.."
"Fine! Let us to go to jail then!" Kahreem says, downing the last of the second bottle of Cheap Wine.
"Hope you rot, criminal scum!" smiles the guard smugly, looking forward to the bragging-fest he'll be hosting with his buddies later.
Days Passed: 87
Days Jailed: 17
Bounty: 340
Where we left off: Kahreem has just gotten Hrormir's Icestaff back in his possession, and now must find out where Ontus Vanin lives so he can attempt to hide the staff in the researcher's home.
Kahreem dreads his new task. As the Weet Bandit leaves the Talos Plaza home where Methredhel is hiding, he has no idea where Ontus may live. Talos Plaza district? .. Elven Gardens? ... the man could be anywhere in the Imperial City, and he cannot remember if Methredhel had specified a certain area or not. To get an answer to this query, there's only one way...
"Ask a beggar. Ask a fokkinge beggar."
Kahreem doesn't want to do this of course, not with his meager supply of gold dwindling with every encounter of one of Cyrodiil's bums.
"Adventures get rich, like that Dyna gal I've heard about, while I toil with nonsense tasks such as this one," he complains, even as he's looking forward to placing the giant white staff on his back somewhere where it will go to good use. "Well, let us get to walking."
Kahreem doesn't see a beggar anywhere nearby, there are only a smattering of Imperial Guards. And somehow, these guards don't seem to think it's strange that a Redguard who looks suspiciously like the one who was recently spotted stealing a bay horse down on the Waterfront is now carrying a large, obviously expensive magical item on his back. Since they don't raise a fuss, Kahreem decides he'll start walking through the Talos Plaza district, checking names on various doors that he passes by. He starts with the nearest house, which is on his right.
"Ulen Athram. Nope."
The next door he sees to his left (across the plaza) is owned by a wealthy Dunmer. Kahreem knows this because he'd been in this manor several months ago, sneaking around and looking for things to loot.
"Can't be that home."
He looks to his far right, and notices a door located just to the left of some guards, and walks there.
"Claudius Arcadia. Rats! I am never going to find this Vantin Onus or whatever the fokke his name is."
But he keeps going straight. To his left are two doors: Agarmir and Matthias Draconis are the names on the placards, and with each of these names he begins to feel a sense of frustration. But then finally gets lucky "Yes!" and finds the door he's looking for. He places his lockpick inside its keyhole, finds it's three-tumbler, and smiles.
As the night above begins to lighten, Kahreem manipulates the lock, breaking in on his fourth attempt.
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5:59 AM
Inside the home, Kahreem is greeted with the same soothing music he's heard in other wealthy-class homes and castles. The aroma of fresh fruit and sweetrolls wafts through the air. Silverware on the table, and rare books in the shelves. But the Weet Bandit only notices these things momentarily. For a moment, he actually forgets why he is in the home of this 'Vantus Onin'.
"Can my eyes be deceiving me?"
He takes a closer look at the tall bottle on the dinner table before him.
"Why yessss. I do have a lovely bottle of Cheap Wine for ye. It'll be zero gold for the night!"
He says this, and it's not long before the bottle is empty and discarded, right on the floor. And to make matters worse, Kahreem decides it's been awhile since he's truly trashed a home, and soon all the forks, spoons, goblets, and plates on the table have been strewn about, helter-skelter.
"Ahh sorry Master Onus. Guess you can say I'm not much of a maid."
Getting back to the task at hand, the Redguard climbs the stairs to the man's bedroom, thinking that this might be the best place to hide the Icestaff.
"Locked with a single-tumbler, ha!"
And like that, the Weet Bandit makes his way into the Imperial's bedroom.
9:48 am
Nobody is inside, which is odd. Wasting no time, he spies a chest nearby and decides to see if it will fit inside, which it somehow does. After performing this task, he looks around the room he is in, which is modest and well-kept, yet there's another bottle of the cheap stuff nearby.
"Oh yes, come to papa."
Kahreem downs this bottle too, and begins to feel that woozy warmth causing him to sway slightly on his feet. Luckily the job has been done. He raids through several drawers, barrels, and sacks, and finally finds something new to wear in the man's wardrobe. This is just before 'the man', a white-robed, white-haired wizard, catches the Redguard thief in action.
"For the love of Azura, can't a man get any privacy? GET OUT of here!"
Kahreem can't help but grin as he stands before the wizard, newly drunkened, and wearing some of the man's best clothes. He starts giggling like a boy, then laughing absurdly. He doesn't even know why!
"I'm warning you, get out or I'll call the guards," Ontus says in a mixed Imperial & Breton accent.
"Ohh but I am Aarmhayre the Great! ... No, I meant to say Vince the Spice Merchant! NO!!!" Kahreem laughter brays now. He's about to go to jail, he knows this for a fact, yet he cannot help but move from the silly man in white robes before him. He grabs an ear of corn left haphazardly on the man's desk, and begins to munch on it, spitting kernals of corn all over the floor.
"Put that back, you worthless thief!"
"Oh? You would like me to put this half-eaten piece of food back on your well-oiled desk? Sure!"
With this, Kahreem falls to the floor, rolling about in tortured, belly-aching guffaws. He feels damn-near paralyzed in this state, knows he's got just seconds before a guard shows up, but cannot make a move until this actually happens.
"Ohh heee heh ehe heeee!" he giggles. "You have a big, white magical stick in your chest, sir!! Might want to do something about that!"
"Break the law on MY WATCH, will ya? It's off to jail with ya -oh- and no golllld to pay your fine, hmm? It's off to the lockup then.."
"Fine! Let us to go to jail then!" Kahreem says, downing the last of the second bottle of Cheap Wine.
"Hope you rot, criminal scum!" smiles the guard smugly, looking forward to the bragging-fest he'll be hosting with his buddies later.
Will Kahreem ever be finished with that darned staff, I wonder..?
QUOTE(mirocu @ Apr 19 2014, 02:30 PM)
Will Kahreem ever be finished with that darned staff, I wonder..?
Let's find out!
I'm doing one of my live roleplays. It's like a Let's Play done with words.
Oh Kahreem, Kahreem. You little drunkard, you.. It would have been an easy drop for almost anyone but you had to drink those bottles right then and there, didn´t you?
Nice one, Renee!
It would have been an easy drop for almost anyone but you had to drink those bottles right then and there, didn´t you? Nice one, Renee!
Kahreem of Weet
Loredas 4:00 pm
Sun's Dusk 24, 3E 433
Level: 6
Days Passed: 90
Days Jailed: 20
Fame: 0
Infamy: 9
"Hey, did you hear that? I thought I heard someone calling out for a guard, That's our cue!"
The Weet Bandit scoffs at this as he is lead from the confines of The Bastion, the Imperial City's jail. But even as he scoffs, he has a flash of wisdom pertaining to the life these Imperials lead.
They get paid, they have a secure life, and in the eyes of many, they are applauded for their work. Unlike yourself. Look at you, being escorted from jail once again. Wearing cheap, smelly clothes and damn-near broke. Once again.
Kahreem looks inside the sack he's been handed back from the guards after his 3-day stint in the clinker, which contains all his legal possessions.
"Two torches, one rusty-ironed daggar, one potion of healing, and a couple of damn keys. That is it. That is what your life amounts to, in the eyes of the law." He also notices he's been given back the key to City-Swimmer's flat down in Bravil, as well as ten lockpicks. This is odd. He doesn't legally own the Argonian's flat, and do they want him to actually use those lockpicks?
He wonders if perhaps he might have a better existence if he somehow became a city guard. Well-fed, and well-championed. The thought comes quickly, and goes quickly. He imagines standing around all day, getting paid one damn Septim for all this standing around. Food is provided, and bed is provided, but really, ONE Septim? .. Banal conversations with other guards about 'new greaves' and 'that blasted thief!' ... Standing in the rain, and the hot sun. No. There's no way.
It's these thoughts that spur him on to his next one: getting back to Bravil as soon as possible, where he's been promised by Methredhel some gold. S'krivva is apparently supposed to now pay him for all his trouble.
Kahreem makes his way back to Methredhel now, hoping she's still in her Talos Plaza 'hideout' after his 3 days in jail. As he does so, a soft, depressing drizzle of rain begins to fall.
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6:54 PM
"Greetings!"
"This had better be good!"
Kahreem shuffles in his cheap jail clothes. Sandals that have been rotted to their cork cores. He's played many roles in his life, and worn many disguises, but right now he's not feeling the 'jail scum' look he's got on now doing anything other than embarrassing him.
"Me childrin ahh stahhving, please help!" says a beggar.
Kahreem can't help but laugh. "Come on now! Do I LOOK like I have any fokkinge gold?"
It's not long before he's back in the temporary home of his former contact, to report on the situation with Ontus and the missing icestaff.
Unfortunately, she is not here. Nobody is here. After a short meal, beef and garlic left to go cold on the dinner table and (of course) a shiny bottle of the Cheap Stuff to go with it, the Weet Bandit decides he'll head back to the Waterfront. Get in some better clothes, and go have a visit to Methredhel's swarthy shack.
Sundas, 1:59 AM
"I don't know if I can help you, but I'll try," says a female elf standing in the middle of Methredhel's shack. She wears a green top, while another elf stands by, this one wearing even less. A third figure lies asleep on the floor. To Kahreem's wine-blurred eyes, he cannot tell which of these elves (if any) is actually Methredhel. But he likes what he sees. Two nubile, very feminine elves, and not very much left to the imagination. Who cares if they smell a little rancid, a little too much like they've been living on the docks for years now?
"I see you're a follower of the Grey Fox, too!" gushes one of the pair.
"Hey you know ladies. A little crowded in here, doncha think? .. Why don't we take this soiree back to my house, and both of you can sample the finest this Redguard has to offer, in the High Rock way."
"Go ahead, please," says the one in the brownish-red hair and slinky top.
"Go ahead? Here? What are you kidding? .. I've got my very own galleon, moored right up on the waterside, there. All three of us can fit in there, and we can all have our own slice of the sea!"
"I doubt it," Methredhel the elf answers.
"You doubt it?" he asks in a smoothly calm tone of voice. "You think I am not telling the truth? .... why it's right out there! Was owned by some pirates and ruffians, 'til I took them down with my club long ago. Yup, that was me!"
"You're full of it!" the elf returns, suddenly agitated with the Redguard, 'Cream' or whatever his name is; one Redguard versus all those pirates! Wasn't he supposed to be on his way to Bravil?
Kahreem decides to take a moment to regroup his thoughts, and replies with this: "Listen, I'm a little lonely, okay? I need some company. We'll all be fine right here. It's a little cramped, but what the fokke. I've got plenty of booze and food, see?" he says this, and then shows them the contents of his night sack, which is crammed with Cheap Wine bottles.
"You've got a point," Methredhel smiles, liking what she sees.
"Then let us get to the celebration then eh?" he says this, and uncorks a bottle. "To the Thieves Guild. And a pair of elven maidens: blond and mahogony, may we all drown in this purplish liquid."
"Ahh, you do me too much honor!"
And with that, Kahreem made sure his first night outside of jail in three days was a good one. S'krivva and her gold can wait.
Loredas 4:00 pm
Sun's Dusk 24, 3E 433
Level: 6
Days Passed: 90
Days Jailed: 20
Fame: 0
Infamy: 9
"Hey, did you hear that? I thought I heard someone calling out for a guard, That's our cue!"
The Weet Bandit scoffs at this as he is lead from the confines of The Bastion, the Imperial City's jail. But even as he scoffs, he has a flash of wisdom pertaining to the life these Imperials lead.
They get paid, they have a secure life, and in the eyes of many, they are applauded for their work. Unlike yourself. Look at you, being escorted from jail once again. Wearing cheap, smelly clothes and damn-near broke. Once again.
Kahreem looks inside the sack he's been handed back from the guards after his 3-day stint in the clinker, which contains all his legal possessions.
"Two torches, one rusty-ironed daggar, one potion of healing, and a couple of damn keys. That is it. That is what your life amounts to, in the eyes of the law." He also notices he's been given back the key to City-Swimmer's flat down in Bravil, as well as ten lockpicks. This is odd. He doesn't legally own the Argonian's flat, and do they want him to actually use those lockpicks?
He wonders if perhaps he might have a better existence if he somehow became a city guard. Well-fed, and well-championed. The thought comes quickly, and goes quickly. He imagines standing around all day, getting paid one damn Septim for all this standing around. Food is provided, and bed is provided, but really, ONE Septim? .. Banal conversations with other guards about 'new greaves' and 'that blasted thief!' ... Standing in the rain, and the hot sun. No. There's no way.
It's these thoughts that spur him on to his next one: getting back to Bravil as soon as possible, where he's been promised by Methredhel some gold. S'krivva is apparently supposed to now pay him for all his trouble.
Kahreem makes his way back to Methredhel now, hoping she's still in her Talos Plaza 'hideout' after his 3 days in jail. As he does so, a soft, depressing drizzle of rain begins to fall.
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6:54 PM
"Greetings!"
"This had better be good!"
Kahreem shuffles in his cheap jail clothes. Sandals that have been rotted to their cork cores. He's played many roles in his life, and worn many disguises, but right now he's not feeling the 'jail scum' look he's got on now doing anything other than embarrassing him.
"Me childrin ahh stahhving, please help!" says a beggar.
Kahreem can't help but laugh. "Come on now! Do I LOOK like I have any fokkinge gold?"
It's not long before he's back in the temporary home of his former contact, to report on the situation with Ontus and the missing icestaff.
Unfortunately, she is not here. Nobody is here. After a short meal, beef and garlic left to go cold on the dinner table and (of course) a shiny bottle of the Cheap Stuff to go with it, the Weet Bandit decides he'll head back to the Waterfront. Get in some better clothes, and go have a visit to Methredhel's swarthy shack.
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Sundas, 1:59 AM
"I don't know if I can help you, but I'll try," says a female elf standing in the middle of Methredhel's shack. She wears a green top, while another elf stands by, this one wearing even less. A third figure lies asleep on the floor. To Kahreem's wine-blurred eyes, he cannot tell which of these elves (if any) is actually Methredhel. But he likes what he sees. Two nubile, very feminine elves, and not very much left to the imagination. Who cares if they smell a little rancid, a little too much like they've been living on the docks for years now?
"I see you're a follower of the Grey Fox, too!" gushes one of the pair.
"Hey you know ladies. A little crowded in here, doncha think? .. Why don't we take this soiree back to my house, and both of you can sample the finest this Redguard has to offer, in the High Rock way."
"Go ahead, please," says the one in the brownish-red hair and slinky top.
"Go ahead? Here? What are you kidding? .. I've got my very own galleon, moored right up on the waterside, there. All three of us can fit in there, and we can all have our own slice of the sea!"
"I doubt it," Methredhel the elf answers.
"You doubt it?" he asks in a smoothly calm tone of voice. "You think I am not telling the truth? .... why it's right out there! Was owned by some pirates and ruffians, 'til I took them down with my club long ago. Yup, that was me!"
"You're full of it!" the elf returns, suddenly agitated with the Redguard, 'Cream' or whatever his name is; one Redguard versus all those pirates! Wasn't he supposed to be on his way to Bravil?
Kahreem decides to take a moment to regroup his thoughts, and replies with this: "Listen, I'm a little lonely, okay? I need some company. We'll all be fine right here. It's a little cramped, but what the fokke. I've got plenty of booze and food, see?" he says this, and then shows them the contents of his night sack, which is crammed with Cheap Wine bottles.
"You've got a point," Methredhel smiles, liking what she sees.
"Then let us get to the celebration then eh?" he says this, and uncorks a bottle. "To the Thieves Guild. And a pair of elven maidens: blond and mahogony, may we all drown in this purplish liquid."
"Ahh, you do me too much honor!"
And with that, Kahreem made sure his first night outside of jail in three days was a good one. S'krivva and her gold can wait.
Good and funny story! Methredhel's reponses fit well with Kahreem's flirting. I also liked a part about "one septim per day" and "rancid smell".
Methredhel's reponses fit well with Kahreem's flirting. I also liked a part about "one septim per day" and "rancid smell".
Another Renee concoction, awesome!!
I actually screwed up, he doesn't have to speak to Methredhel anymore at all. 
But it was a nice diversion; it seems Kahreem finally 'got some'. 
Did y'all notice the last couple pictures are blurred, due to his drinking? I went into Photobucket's editing and used 'blemish' to create this effect.
But it was a nice diversion; it seems Kahreem finally 'got some'. Did y'all notice the last couple pictures are blurred, due to his drinking?
I went into Photobucket's editing and used 'blemish' to create this effect.
Your creativeness exceeds all expectations
QUOTE(mirocu @ May 4 2014, 08:49 AM)
Your creativeness exceeds all expectations
Without question--
Tirdas, 2:47 pm, Sun's Dusk 27, 3rd Era Year 433
Days Passed: 93
Days Jailed: 20
Bounty: 250
Fame: 0
Infamy: 10
"Go away," says an Imperial guard as the Redguard known as Kahreem of Weet enters the town of Bravil. Kahreem chuckles to himself. He'll be 'going away' soon enough, but right now he needs to stay in Bravil at least a couple days. He'll stay as long as it takes though, to get paid for all his snooping up in the Imperial City.
"So ludicrous. I crept through the sewers for those bastards, fighting rats, bandits and mudcrabs ... they should be finding ME to pay ME, not the other way around."
He reaches for S'krivva's door, which is (oddly) just a few paces away from where Bravil's gate is. Do the guards posted at this gate know or suspect what the cat-lady who lives behind this door does for a living? ... Probably not. There's so much skooma in Bravil, and so many people addicted to it, chances are a lady like S'krivva, who keeps to herself behind her 4-tumbler lock, rarely if ever stands out or gets vastly noticed.
"Damn. It's locked."
Kahreem knows it's a bad idea to try to break into her home, but can't resist the urge to do so. GOLD. S'krivva owes him some gold. And he's hungry for it. But for now, he decides he'll get back up to the flat he's been squatting in, the one which once was owned by an Argonian by the name of City Swimmer.
On the way there, he reaches into his sack and finds a bottle of the Cheap stuff, and wonders if anybody's been staying in this humble abode.
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7:43 PM is the moment Kahreem realizes he's not alone, here in this flat. He thought he was alone, but he's actually got a couple of friends here.
"Ahh. Hello."
They are both small and red-colored, fitting in the palm of each hand. Kahreem can't help but uncork one of these 'friends', and then quaffs the contents in less than two seconds. Instantly he is hit by a wave of essences, and feels a certain rushing within his veins and arteries!
.. His vision doubles, and his skin turns reddish. It's not long before Kahreem finally forgets all about the gold he's owed from the Thieves Guild, and falls into a fetal stupor on the floor of City Swimmer's flat.
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Middas, 10:14 AM
Nearly 12 hours later, the Weet Bandit awakes, looks at the second bottle of skoooma on the floor, and wisely decides to save it for later.
"Okay NOW we're gonna get some gold. I think that cat-lady resides up at that tavern up the way. Guess I'll go and visit there. Might as well."
He nearly falls off the third-story ledge as he leaves the flat, but manages to make it to the Lonely Suitor Lodge in one piece. S'krivva is nowhere to be found. Kahreem is dismayed to find another member of the Guild, Luciana Galena, happens to be here, but she becomes evasive when he tries to speak to her. Hours go by. Kahreem drinks a bottle of Cheap Wine, has a crab meat sandwich, and also a baked potato. All of this costs gold, and this makes the Redguard both nervous and watchful.
"Damn that furry [censored]. Where is she?" he asks as the hours slip on.
"Don't talk such rot!" chides a Breton female in reply.
Finally, as the sun is getting low outside, Kahreem realizes he's getting too impatient. He decides he'll head to S'krivva's place, and come Oblivion or high water, he's going to somehow break inside her home.
"I need my gold and I need it now!"
But once he gets there, he's surprised to find her door's unlocked! .. and he is easily inside in an instant.
"Now that's more like it."
He finds his contact calmly reading like an old matron by the fire (only furrier), and wastes no time.
"What can a humble doyen dooo for a sly thief?" she asks.
"I need my gold and I need it now! I fokkinge slaved my way through some sewers, stole a fokkinge ice staff not once but TWICE, spent three days in jail, and you guys need to fokkinge pay me. Or else."
"Hieronymus Lex has left the Waterfront?"
"Damn right he has. Gold. Now."
But the lady is feeling a bit chatty, and so Kahreem must endure several minutes of speech from her grating voice before finally getting to the point. "Well done! Methredhel's report tells me that you have done well. You have earned your reward. I am promoting youuuu to Cat Burglar, which means you can use Luciana Galena of Bravil as your fence. Congratulations on on your new rank."
This information hits the Redguard like a wave, and all at once he is shocked not only by the idea that he now has a fence (a source of income, basically) right here in Bravil, but also is manpurse is fattened by a sudden influx of 300 gold! .. There it is, once again; more money than Kahreem thinks he's ever seen are in his hands, and because of this his former doubts and complaints about his guild of employ are quickly forgotten.
"Ahh ahhh hey there! I like this! I like what I see! GOLD .... and lots of it. So, have you anything else you'd like me to do, or shall I be on my way for a grand night of thievery? heh heh..."
"I have need of a very special book, the Lost Histories of Tamriel. The cat burglar Theranis was sent hunting in Skingrad for this book...."
"Uh huh, I'm listening", he replies before she can finish her sentence. He hears her words, but isn't really listening to them. All he can hear is gold gold book gold .... cat burglar ... gold gold Skingrad...
"However, Theranis has not been seen since. The Gray Fox himself hunts for this book. I need you to find Theranis. Help Theranis bring back this book. If Theranis is unwilling or unable, bring back the book yourself. Are you agreeable?"
"Huh? Gold? I'm sorry, what you were you saying?" ... something about a book in Skingrad. And gold.
"That is good. Go to Skingrad. The trail starts there."
"Yes. Gold. I mean, Skingrad. I will go get that gold in Skingrad. I mean book. I will fetch that book full of gold in Skingrad."
As Kahreem turns to go, his shortened attention span only gets shorter once he realizes he can go speak to the snobby Luciana at any time, and she'll no longer be so mean and snotty to him. Things were bad, but they only seem to get better, thinks the Redguard.
"Shadow hide the hunter."
Days Passed: 93
Days Jailed: 20
Bounty: 250
Fame: 0
Infamy: 10
"Go away," says an Imperial guard as the Redguard known as Kahreem of Weet enters the town of Bravil. Kahreem chuckles to himself. He'll be 'going away' soon enough, but right now he needs to stay in Bravil at least a couple days. He'll stay as long as it takes though, to get paid for all his snooping up in the Imperial City.
"So ludicrous. I crept through the sewers for those bastards, fighting rats, bandits and mudcrabs ... they should be finding ME to pay ME, not the other way around."
He reaches for S'krivva's door, which is (oddly) just a few paces away from where Bravil's gate is. Do the guards posted at this gate know or suspect what the cat-lady who lives behind this door does for a living? ... Probably not. There's so much skooma in Bravil, and so many people addicted to it, chances are a lady like S'krivva, who keeps to herself behind her 4-tumbler lock, rarely if ever stands out or gets vastly noticed.
"Damn. It's locked."
Kahreem knows it's a bad idea to try to break into her home, but can't resist the urge to do so. GOLD. S'krivva owes him some gold. And he's hungry for it. But for now, he decides he'll get back up to the flat he's been squatting in, the one which once was owned by an Argonian by the name of City Swimmer.
On the way there, he reaches into his sack and finds a bottle of the Cheap stuff, and wonders if anybody's been staying in this humble abode.
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7:43 PM is the moment Kahreem realizes he's not alone, here in this flat. He thought he was alone, but he's actually got a couple of friends here.
"Ahh. Hello."
They are both small and red-colored, fitting in the palm of each hand. Kahreem can't help but uncork one of these 'friends', and then quaffs the contents in less than two seconds. Instantly he is hit by a wave of essences, and feels a certain rushing within his veins and arteries!
.. His vision doubles, and his skin turns reddish. It's not long before Kahreem finally forgets all about the gold he's owed from the Thieves Guild, and falls into a fetal stupor on the floor of City Swimmer's flat.
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Middas, 10:14 AM
Nearly 12 hours later, the Weet Bandit awakes, looks at the second bottle of skoooma on the floor, and wisely decides to save it for later.
"Okay NOW we're gonna get some gold. I think that cat-lady resides up at that tavern up the way. Guess I'll go and visit there. Might as well."
He nearly falls off the third-story ledge as he leaves the flat, but manages to make it to the Lonely Suitor Lodge in one piece. S'krivva is nowhere to be found. Kahreem is dismayed to find another member of the Guild, Luciana Galena, happens to be here, but she becomes evasive when he tries to speak to her. Hours go by. Kahreem drinks a bottle of Cheap Wine, has a crab meat sandwich, and also a baked potato. All of this costs gold, and this makes the Redguard both nervous and watchful.
"Damn that furry [censored]. Where is she?" he asks as the hours slip on.
"Don't talk such rot!" chides a Breton female in reply.
Finally, as the sun is getting low outside, Kahreem realizes he's getting too impatient. He decides he'll head to S'krivva's place, and come Oblivion or high water, he's going to somehow break inside her home.
"I need my gold and I need it now!"
But once he gets there, he's surprised to find her door's unlocked! .. and he is easily inside in an instant.
"Now that's more like it."
He finds his contact calmly reading like an old matron by the fire (only furrier), and wastes no time.
"What can a humble doyen dooo for a sly thief?" she asks.
"I need my gold and I need it now! I fokkinge slaved my way through some sewers, stole a fokkinge ice staff not once but TWICE, spent three days in jail, and you guys need to fokkinge pay me. Or else."
"Hieronymus Lex has left the Waterfront?"
"Damn right he has. Gold. Now."
But the lady is feeling a bit chatty, and so Kahreem must endure several minutes of speech from her grating voice before finally getting to the point. "Well done! Methredhel's report tells me that you have done well. You have earned your reward. I am promoting youuuu to Cat Burglar, which means you can use Luciana Galena of Bravil as your fence. Congratulations on on your new rank."
This information hits the Redguard like a wave, and all at once he is shocked not only by the idea that he now has a fence (a source of income, basically) right here in Bravil, but also is manpurse is fattened by a sudden influx of 300 gold! .. There it is, once again; more money than Kahreem thinks he's ever seen are in his hands, and because of this his former doubts and complaints about his guild of employ are quickly forgotten.
"Ahh ahhh hey there! I like this! I like what I see! GOLD .... and lots of it. So, have you anything else you'd like me to do, or shall I be on my way for a grand night of thievery? heh heh..."
"I have need of a very special book, the Lost Histories of Tamriel. The cat burglar Theranis was sent hunting in Skingrad for this book...."
"Uh huh, I'm listening", he replies before she can finish her sentence. He hears her words, but isn't really listening to them. All he can hear is gold gold book gold .... cat burglar ... gold gold Skingrad...
"However, Theranis has not been seen since. The Gray Fox himself hunts for this book. I need you to find Theranis. Help Theranis bring back this book. If Theranis is unwilling or unable, bring back the book yourself. Are you agreeable?"
"Huh? Gold? I'm sorry, what you were you saying?" ... something about a book in Skingrad. And gold.
"That is good. Go to Skingrad. The trail starts there."
"Yes. Gold. I mean, Skingrad. I will go get that gold in Skingrad. I mean book. I will fetch that book full of gold in Skingrad."
As Kahreem turns to go, his shortened attention span only gets shorter once he realizes he can go speak to the snobby Luciana at any time, and she'll no longer be so mean and snotty to him. Things were bad, but they only seem to get better, thinks the Redguard.
"Shadow hide the hunter."
Wonderful work, Renee!! 
I just love his obession with gold and drinkable toxins..! Finally he has some gold in his pocket. I just hope he hasn´t gotten gold fever.. 
I just love his obession with gold and drinkable toxins..!
Finally he has some gold in his pocket. I just hope he hasn´t gotten gold fever..
The cat lady made him a cat burglar! What a fun update. It was a great day for the Weet Bandit!
Thanks and thanks! .. Good point: cat lady is the one who grants the rank of Cat Burglary, very clever
I switched back to Jerric’s game and for the first time in a while he’s heading out on his own. He’s doing some work for the Fighters Guild, so there will be spoilers.
He found himself spending an entire day killing time in Lelles Quality Mercandise, and that was after he helped out Varulae and got a cool new sword.
A remark about Varulae. Jerric is not naturally fond of Altmers, but he likes this one. She talked to him like he’s an equal and not some kind of ambulatory pond scum. Plus even with her unfortunate hairstyle she’s almost as pretty as Nerussa. Jerric is not an expert on the subject but to him she looks like she has too much forehead. Anyway when she headed away from her ship after the mini-adventure he walked with her to the Counts Arms. No fooling around intended. He was just being a gentleman after she treated him like one. (And also she didn’t get a room.
)
Then he flirted with Mirabelle Monet for hours until she left him by himself in Lelles’s store. He knew the thieves wouldn’t break in until after closing time. So he spent the afternoon wisely.
He found himself spending an entire day killing time in Lelles Quality Mercandise, and that was after he helped out Varulae and got a cool new sword.
A remark about Varulae. Jerric is not naturally fond of Altmers, but he likes this one. She talked to him like he’s an equal and not some kind of ambulatory pond scum. Plus even with her unfortunate hairstyle she’s almost as pretty as Nerussa. Jerric is not an expert on the subject but to him she looks like she has too much forehead. Anyway when she headed away from her ship after the mini-adventure he walked with her to the Counts Arms. No fooling around intended. He was just being a gentleman after she treated him like one. (And also she didn’t get a room.
)Then he flirted with Mirabelle Monet for hours until she left him by himself in Lelles’s store. He knew the thieves wouldn’t break in until after closing time. So he spent the afternoon wisely.
Ha ha Jerric's a flirt! That's awesome. And it's neat he found an Altmer who's not a total uppity elitist, too. I am glad you'll be doing Fighter's Guild.
I'm going to be getting with Renee Gade III soon (she's the one who looks like Xena). She'll be doing my long-abandoned Sewer Patrol idea, and also the Arena.
I am also thinking I'll get back into Joan of Arkay's game. She's on Xbox, and I'm torn between whether I'd like to keep her there or try to transfer her saves to PC. It would be convenient having another Xbox game: no fiddling with mods for hours, but then it would be neat to see her on PC, because she's going to be doing the Main Quest. I dunno, I'm torn on that one.
Sorry, thinking out loud!
I'm going to be getting with Renee Gade III soon (she's the one who looks like Xena). She'll be doing my long-abandoned Sewer Patrol idea, and also the Arena.
I am also thinking I'll get back into Joan of Arkay's game. She's on Xbox, and I'm torn between whether I'd like to keep her there or try to transfer her saves to PC. It would be convenient having another Xbox game: no fiddling with mods for hours, but then it would be neat to see her on PC, because she's going to be doing the Main Quest. I dunno, I'm torn on that one.
Sorry, thinking out loud!
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Sorry, thinking out loud!
Well, then I´ll be responding out loud too..
If I were to give my advice I say don´t take every character to the PC just because. I think you´ll find it nice to have Kahreem and Joan xbox exlusives for just the reason you mentioned; never having to worry about fiddling with mods or anything like that. You can just start up their game and only ever concentrate on their games. Plus, keeping some just on xbox might give you that special feel for them
But of course, this is just my opinion and all that...
That's good, mirocu, thanks for replying. I needed to hear that. I guess I will keep her on Xbox then, but I want to keep advancing Kahreem in this thread, too. Maybe I'll be with one and switch to the other week to week or something. I'll get Kahreem's quests done in .. oh ... I'm shooting for the year 2016. *laughs*
I still play my Xbox characters, just not very often. I have some content on the Xbox that I don’t have in my PC games. I really enjoy the big TV and sound system when I play those games.
Jerric walked through the West Weald in a prolonged downpour. The rain bothers him not at all. He collected quite a lot of flax seeds and some more nightshade and wisp stalk caps for Lildereth.
He found the wisp stalks in the mine where he made the Fighters Guild delivery. He also picked up a bunch of iron maces in there. I forgot he agreed to help arm the oppressed workers of another mining community (mod). That’s probably why he went on this little jaunt alone. He doesn’t want to get his friends mixed up in what might turn out to be a slaughter.
Now he’s standing outside Cheydinhal watching the setting sun paint the clouds pink. Jerric is not comfortable in Cheydinhal. There’s no way he’ll stay at the Mages Guild, he gets in fights in one inn and he gets lonely at the other, and there’s not enough air in the Fighters Guild barracks for two Nords to sleep naked. (This is a piece of Jerric reasoning. He could just wear his drawers and/or give Keld of the Isles some pants, but no.) He’ll probably toss his bedroll behind the stable, go into town for a few beers before bed, and end up sleeping in a jail cell.
Jerric walked through the West Weald in a prolonged downpour. The rain bothers him not at all. He collected quite a lot of flax seeds and some more nightshade and wisp stalk caps for Lildereth.
He found the wisp stalks in the mine where he made the Fighters Guild delivery. He also picked up a bunch of iron maces in there. I forgot he agreed to help arm the oppressed workers of another mining community (mod). That’s probably why he went on this little jaunt alone. He doesn’t want to get his friends mixed up in what might turn out to be a slaughter.
Now he’s standing outside Cheydinhal watching the setting sun paint the clouds pink. Jerric is not comfortable in Cheydinhal. There’s no way he’ll stay at the Mages Guild, he gets in fights in one inn and he gets lonely at the other, and there’s not enough air in the Fighters Guild barracks for two Nords to sleep naked. (This is a piece of Jerric reasoning. He could just wear his drawers and/or give Keld of the Isles some pants, but no.) He’ll probably toss his bedroll behind the stable, go into town for a few beers before bed, and end up sleeping in a jail cell.
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I still play my Xbox characters, just not very often. I have some content on the Xbox that I don’t have in my PC games. I really enjoy the big TV and sound system when I play those games.
Ahh, so you've got your Xbox games on a giant TV, and your PC games on a smaller screen. Interesting.
I know what you mean about Guilds. Yicch. I remember Dyan phor a'Cauz had a real problem when she was doing Fighter's Guild quests, She'd also not be so comfortable staying at some of those guilds, especially if all beds are in the open.
OTOH, I had a Nord in Skyrim (Gunter) who just didn't care where he slept, or who was nearby, or any such things! He'd just get drunk and it didn't matter that over half the inns don't feature doors on their bedrooms.
Saga used to hate it when she couldn't lock her damn doors back when her game was on PS3. She'd close a door, wake up, and some idiot would be in her room. This happened at the Cheydinhal Bridge Inn and a couple other places.
She'd get so mad! .. But in the 4th Era (ahem) many inns have now implemented short-term magical keys which allow ppl to lock their own doors. (console command Lock 100 ) These keys only last 24 hours though, then they just *poof* vanish! ...
Another great shot of Jerric, Grits. I believe I recognize his cuirass as one by the very talented Brash.
I still cannot get over how the young Cyrodiilic Jerric looks so clean cut! He's straight off the cover of GQ.
6:03 am, Sun's Dusk 29, 3rd Era, Year 433
Days Passed: 95
Days Jailed 20
Bounty: 250
Early the next morning Kahreem awakes, and is up before daybreak for once. This is a rare moment, indeed. The Reguard who had just been promoted to Cat Burgular is barely aware of this fact, though. He's suddenly very excited about being a resident of Bravil, especially now that he has a fence to gain money from. There's also skooma, but Kahreem is not thinking of skooma. Not just yet. At the moment, he's got his eyes on a much bigger prize.
"The castle," he says, while munching on an apple.
Last time he had tried he had foiled his attempts at invading Bravil's castle so bad, and he didn't make it far. He had been caught in the act, had been caught snooping down a stone hall by a snotty little Dunmer. This elf had been quick about his attack on the Redguard too, if Kahreem's memory is correct.
"And I got arrested by those snivelling Bravil guards."
But that was then, and this is now. After his semi-successful invasion of Leyawiin's castle some weeks before, the Weet Bandit feels much more confident. He'd barely been able to pick a lock back when he'd first attempted Castle Bravil, but now three tumblers are starting to seem easier. And 4-tumblers, although they still stump him sometimes, don't seem quite as bad.
"I got caught in Leyawiin, yeah I did," he says, now strolling in the early morning sunshine. "But I also did display some talent in plenty of escapes, too." He says this, refering to his numerous escapes from Count Marius Caro's bedroom, using a secret set of hallways which led to a torture chamber. This torture chamber'd been rumored to be under the watch of the Count's wife Alessia, although there was no evidence of this. Not to his eyes, anyways.
"Botttom line is, I'm taking the castle," he says, almost singing the words. "And it will be no hassle. I shall take them down, make them frown. That castle is mine, yes it is."
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6:57 am
As he passes down one of Bravil's streets, suddenly feeling like he belongs in this town, Kahreem sees a beggar, standing somewhat behind the town's chapel. The beggar is a typical menace of filth, a real beggar, Kahreem can see. Not one of the Imperial City's laze-a-bouts with a posh accent, or Leyawiin's beast folk. In Kahreem's opinion, beast folks, those who had come from swamps or deserts, weren't really feeling the destitution of a real beggar. An elderly Breton or a Nord who had completely lost his (or her) way, who had no real hopes in life.
In the past few weeks, the Redguard had began to feel annnoyed by a lot of these beggars, who led him in circles if they had to, finally demanding gold. Gold gold gold, it got old old old giving this gold, handing extraordinary amounts of it, and half the time the things they told him were things he already fokkingge knew.
But, things had changed in the last few hours. With 470 golds now in his pocket (yes, he counted them. Over and over and over again), and the possibility of even more, he suddenly sees no harm in speaking to the beggar he's spied. He thinks he'll go over and have a chat. Introduce himself. Why not? ... Even if the man wanted some gold, he's got lots of it, now.
"How fares thee, my beggary brother."
"Me children will thank ye for yer help."
An Imperial. Another Imperial. And he's got yet another posh accent. Kahreem is disappointed, but he tries not to show it.
"Anything you have to say to me, any bit of news, is welcome. Oh, and have a coin, beggar."
"Thank you kind sir."
"So, what's going on here in Bravil? ... Uh, any new shipments to fill my coffers? I'll cut you in. I'll give you plenty to help your children, wherever they are."
"Yeah, Ursanne's husband, Aleron, is missing. Poor thing. I've seen her crying at the chapel. I hope someone can halp her."
"Uh huh."
The beggar known as Cosmus fails to impress the Weet Bandit. He hears the man's words, but doesn't really know what to do about them. Let somebody else save this "Ursula" or "Ursuppia" or whatever her name is. He's got other things in mind.
"Blessings of Anu upon ye," the beggar says. The Redguard is glad he's spared just one coin instead of dozens, for the beggar's useless advice.
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9:44 am
"So tiresome."
By law, the Weet Bandit knows he's got some leeway as he walks past a pair of guards, and into the castle's court area. He can stay in this room as long as he wants, it's for public use after all. As long as he stays in this common area, and does not speak directly to a guard, keeps his head down and keeps his hands clean, nobody will bother him. With this bit of freedom, and a Breton thief-lady who will finally deal with him directly, Kahreem now wonders if it's possible he can make some quick money without breaking into Castle Bravil's more private sections. Perhaps there's some silverware, or some other such pieces he can easily grab for some quick Septims.
10:01 am
"Hello."
A Breton lady, some sort of guard perhaps, greets the Redguard who's suddenly appeared through a door. Kahreem'd found that one was greeted almost immmediatly by the town's Count, in the initial court here in Bravil's castle. This was not one of those castles with a gigantically-grand hallway. There was not much to do in this area. So Kahreem tries a door, and finds it unlocked. This door leads directly into the area Kahreem was looking for: its dining room.
The Redguard Cat Burgular makes a motion towards his mouth, as though he cannot talk. In reality, he dares not speak directly to the Breton who had folllowed him through the door, lest she recognize him. Although his bounty is not large, he's still got one. And he doesn't want to blow this 'opportunity'.
He walks into the castle's dining area, seeing lots of 'opportunity' before him. And smiles.
Note: My thief did indeed steal a lot of the silverware in the dining room, and managed to escape with all of it. Easy money. He had to wait all day to find a moment when somebody was not eating, or passing through the dining room. He went to his flat after the deed was done, loaded up on skooma, and passed out again. Last I saw, it was the next morning, and he was headed towards the Lonely Suitor Lodge.
Days Passed: 95
Days Jailed 20
Bounty: 250
Early the next morning Kahreem awakes, and is up before daybreak for once. This is a rare moment, indeed. The Reguard who had just been promoted to Cat Burgular is barely aware of this fact, though. He's suddenly very excited about being a resident of Bravil, especially now that he has a fence to gain money from. There's also skooma, but Kahreem is not thinking of skooma. Not just yet. At the moment, he's got his eyes on a much bigger prize.
"The castle," he says, while munching on an apple.
Last time he had tried he had foiled his attempts at invading Bravil's castle so bad, and he didn't make it far. He had been caught in the act, had been caught snooping down a stone hall by a snotty little Dunmer. This elf had been quick about his attack on the Redguard too, if Kahreem's memory is correct.
"And I got arrested by those snivelling Bravil guards."
But that was then, and this is now. After his semi-successful invasion of Leyawiin's castle some weeks before, the Weet Bandit feels much more confident. He'd barely been able to pick a lock back when he'd first attempted Castle Bravil, but now three tumblers are starting to seem easier. And 4-tumblers, although they still stump him sometimes, don't seem quite as bad.
"I got caught in Leyawiin, yeah I did," he says, now strolling in the early morning sunshine. "But I also did display some talent in plenty of escapes, too." He says this, refering to his numerous escapes from Count Marius Caro's bedroom, using a secret set of hallways which led to a torture chamber. This torture chamber'd been rumored to be under the watch of the Count's wife Alessia, although there was no evidence of this. Not to his eyes, anyways.
"Botttom line is, I'm taking the castle," he says, almost singing the words. "And it will be no hassle. I shall take them down, make them frown. That castle is mine, yes it is."
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6:57 am
As he passes down one of Bravil's streets, suddenly feeling like he belongs in this town, Kahreem sees a beggar, standing somewhat behind the town's chapel. The beggar is a typical menace of filth, a real beggar, Kahreem can see. Not one of the Imperial City's laze-a-bouts with a posh accent, or Leyawiin's beast folk. In Kahreem's opinion, beast folks, those who had come from swamps or deserts, weren't really feeling the destitution of a real beggar. An elderly Breton or a Nord who had completely lost his (or her) way, who had no real hopes in life.
In the past few weeks, the Redguard had began to feel annnoyed by a lot of these beggars, who led him in circles if they had to, finally demanding gold. Gold gold gold, it got old old old giving this gold, handing extraordinary amounts of it, and half the time the things they told him were things he already fokkingge knew.
But, things had changed in the last few hours. With 470 golds now in his pocket (yes, he counted them. Over and over and over again), and the possibility of even more, he suddenly sees no harm in speaking to the beggar he's spied. He thinks he'll go over and have a chat. Introduce himself. Why not? ... Even if the man wanted some gold, he's got lots of it, now.
"How fares thee, my beggary brother."
"Me children will thank ye for yer help."
An Imperial. Another Imperial. And he's got yet another posh accent. Kahreem is disappointed, but he tries not to show it.
"Anything you have to say to me, any bit of news, is welcome. Oh, and have a coin, beggar."
"Thank you kind sir."
"So, what's going on here in Bravil? ... Uh, any new shipments to fill my coffers? I'll cut you in. I'll give you plenty to help your children, wherever they are."
"Yeah, Ursanne's husband, Aleron, is missing. Poor thing. I've seen her crying at the chapel. I hope someone can halp her."
"Uh huh."
The beggar known as Cosmus fails to impress the Weet Bandit. He hears the man's words, but doesn't really know what to do about them. Let somebody else save this "Ursula" or "Ursuppia" or whatever her name is. He's got other things in mind.
"Blessings of Anu upon ye," the beggar says. The Redguard is glad he's spared just one coin instead of dozens, for the beggar's useless advice.
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9:44 am
"So tiresome."
By law, the Weet Bandit knows he's got some leeway as he walks past a pair of guards, and into the castle's court area. He can stay in this room as long as he wants, it's for public use after all. As long as he stays in this common area, and does not speak directly to a guard, keeps his head down and keeps his hands clean, nobody will bother him. With this bit of freedom, and a Breton thief-lady who will finally deal with him directly, Kahreem now wonders if it's possible he can make some quick money without breaking into Castle Bravil's more private sections. Perhaps there's some silverware, or some other such pieces he can easily grab for some quick Septims.
10:01 am
"Hello."
A Breton lady, some sort of guard perhaps, greets the Redguard who's suddenly appeared through a door. Kahreem'd found that one was greeted almost immmediatly by the town's Count, in the initial court here in Bravil's castle. This was not one of those castles with a gigantically-grand hallway. There was not much to do in this area. So Kahreem tries a door, and finds it unlocked. This door leads directly into the area Kahreem was looking for: its dining room.
The Redguard Cat Burgular makes a motion towards his mouth, as though he cannot talk. In reality, he dares not speak directly to the Breton who had folllowed him through the door, lest she recognize him. Although his bounty is not large, he's still got one. And he doesn't want to blow this 'opportunity'.
He walks into the castle's dining area, seeing lots of 'opportunity' before him. And smiles.
Note: My thief did indeed steal a lot of the silverware in the dining room, and managed to escape with all of it. Easy money. He had to wait all day to find a moment when somebody was not eating, or passing through the dining room. He went to his flat after the deed was done, loaded up on skooma, and passed out again.
Last I saw, it was the next morning, and he was headed towards the Lonely Suitor Lodge.
Indeed, Jerric’s cuirass was an impulse buy at Brash’s archer camp. That mod has so much to love. Jerric went for his customary stroll through on the way past to see if there were any random critters that needed slaying and also to pick up some fletching supplies for Lil. He ended up spending most of his gold on that cuirass. He likes a mix of leather armor with plated greaves for the road. That armor looks like hardened leather that would stop an arrow from poking through his back. He’s pretty good at catching arrows on his shield, but sometimes those darn archers get behind him. (Especially goblins. It takes him longer to clobber the goblins.)
Rosa, I even tried to give him a beard mod in Oblivion. Sigh. He’s even prettier now since my ladies insisted on a mod that puts enviable eyelashes on everyone.
Renee, it’s fun to see the Weet Bandit feeling at home and then robbing his home castle blind. I can imagine him keeping silent all day awaiting his chance to get at the table. The Cat Burglar title suits him!
Rosa, I even tried to give him a beard mod in Oblivion. Sigh. He’s even prettier now since my ladies insisted on a mod that puts enviable eyelashes on everyone.
Renee, it’s fun to see the Weet Bandit feeling at home and then robbing his home castle blind. I can imagine him keeping silent all day awaiting his chance to get at the table. The Cat Burglar title suits him!
I have a beard mod installed, but so far haven't found out how to use it, and the only male character I had on PC died quickly last week. It's called RaceBeards.esp
Renee, it’s fun to see the Weet Bandit feeling at home and then robbing his home castle blind. I can imagine him keeping silent all day awaiting his chance to get at the table. The Cat Burglar title suits him!
Mm hmm, I can't wait to sell all that loot, that'll net at least an extra 100 gold or thereabouts. He didn't grab all the things in that room, but he grabbed maybe 2/3rd of it. Kahreem doesn't want to stop with silverware, though. I can already feel the urge for him for more. Silly man. He's going to wind up in jail yet again, me thinks.
QUOTE(Grits @ May 26 2014, 09:22 AM)
Renee, it’s fun to see the Weet Bandit feeling at home and then robbing his home castle blind. I can imagine him keeping silent all day awaiting his chance to get at the table. The Cat Burglar title suits him!
Mm hmm, I can't wait to sell all that loot, that'll net at least an extra 100 gold or thereabouts. He didn't grab all the things in that room, but he grabbed maybe 2/3rd of it. Kahreem doesn't want to stop with silverware, though. I can already feel the urge for him for more. Silly man. He's going to wind up in jail yet again, me thinks.
More stealing and more bounties! Kahreem in his prime!
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."
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.
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."
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!"
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!"
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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.
The guard does not respond.
What an adventure! Your electrical tape mod turns a creep through the castle into high excitement. Kahreem’s thoughts always make me laugh.
Aww thanks you two.
I feel so bad for Kahreem!! He just can´t catch a break!
Thanks for another Weet Bandit story, Renee!
He just can´t catch a break! Thanks for another Weet Bandit story, 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.
"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.
I remember that! It´s the quest for the something or other... thingy for the Umbacano fellow!
Aaah, such memories!
Aaah, such memories!
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.
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.
Very appropriate for Evergloam! (But don't let Nocturnal catch her with a lantern. She hates lights.)
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!
Yeah I love that dress! MM hmm.
Gosh Kanet looks nice there! Love that sideswept doo. 
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.
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.
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.
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!
The first one shows Oblivion's nasty habit of failing to adjust seating height for scaled characters. That, or Jerric's really heavy!
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.
Sequoia is scaled big and Twig is scaled little, so that bench would have a real dilemma when they both sat down on it.
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!
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!
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.
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?
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!
Always go the tavern. For directions. yeah, that's right directions...
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