Sad deaths

Post » Mon Aug 27, 2012 6:40 pm

Now, I don't get upset by the death of video game characters very often, but when I walked into Applewatch (?) and saw Lucien's mutilated body hanging from the roof, I was pretty sad. I basically screamed (that's a bit of an exaggeration) at the TV, telling Arquen he wasn't the traitor. There was something about Lucien Lachance that I loved, and I really don't know why. It made it worse when I spoke to the Black Hand and found out they basically tortured him.

Another death I really hated was Martin's. From the moment you meet him, he's a loyal, good-hearted guy and at the end you really realize he has the heart and soul an emperor needs. And then he's gone.

So this got me thinking, what are some deaths in Oblivion that upset you (if any)?
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Rowena
 
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Post » Mon Aug 27, 2012 4:43 pm

too good examples - martain always hits me hard

and lucien lachance ? there is something sixy about him , no question of it
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Post » Mon Aug 27, 2012 4:53 pm

Short version: City Swimmer. Longer version here in an excerpt from Episode 33 of Buffy’s Journal:

* * *

A small disturbance by the Chapel of Mara caught my eye. It was City Swimmer, with a guard in pursuit. I chuckled. For all her 'sly sliding unseen' bravado, my wonderful friend was, quite frankly, rather poor at sneaking. She had likely stolen an apple or perhaps pinched a septim while inside the church.

I had seen this scenario unfold numerous times. If she had a few coins for the bounty, she would be home in an hour. Otherwise, she would be carried off to jail, only to emerge none the worse for wear a couple days later. In fact, she probably ate better while incarcerated than she did at home. Sometimes I would intercede and pay off her small bounty. Shaking my head with a smile, I mused that she should either learn to sneak better or give it up.

"Drop that dagger!" The guard's command cracked like a whip across the quiet morning air, as his hand sought the grip of a long sword. My heart jumped to my throat. City Swimmer was attempting to resist arrest! What was she thinking?

She lunged clumsily.

With experienced precision, the guard deflected the dagger with a left sweep of his shield. Steel sang from scabbard as he stepped back to negate City Swimmer's short range and optimize the reach of his long sword. The guard then stepped two paces to his left, placing the sun directly in City Swimmer's eyes and thundered, "Drop it! I won't tell you again."

My tea cup rolling on the porch, I was half way across the bridge that spanned the river between us by the time she lunged at the guard again.

Another left sweep of his shield deftly brushed the dagger aside as the guard stepped back. He raised his blade, which brought City Swimmer's dagger and free hand up to block her face and neck. His feint having worked, the professional soldier instantly dropped his weapon to waist level and, at precisely the correct range for his long sword, slashed horizontally.

The tip of his blade arced unopposed below City Swimmer's raised hands and ripped through the scales of her abdomen. It was over as suddenly as it had begun.

The dagger fell from City Swimmer's hand as she clutched her midsection and collapsed.

I slid to a stop on my knees next to her and screamed at the guard. "What did you do!?!"

"City Swimmer, can you hear me?" I pleaded. Blood was pumping from her gaping wound. I ripped off my blouse and pressed it against her in an effort to stop the bleeding. "You'll be ok, my friend," I lied.

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Chris Jones
 
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Post » Mon Aug 27, 2012 7:54 pm

Vilja...
...this was a rather profound moment in our experiences.
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Laura Wilson
 
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Post » Mon Aug 27, 2012 7:10 pm

Short version: City Swimmer. Longer version here in an excerpt from Episode 33 of Buffy’s Journal:

* * *

A small disturbance by the Chapel of Mara caught my eye. It was City Swimmer, with a guard in pursuit. I chuckled. For all her 'sly sliding unseen' bravado, my wonderful friend was, quite frankly, rather poor at sneaking. She had likely stolen an apple or perhaps pinched a septim while inside the church.

I had seen this scenario unfold numerous times. If she had a few coins for the bounty, she would be home in an hour. Otherwise, she would be carried off to jail, only to emerge none the worse for wear a couple days later. In fact, she probably ate better while incarcerated than she did at home. Sometimes I would intercede and pay off her small bounty. Shaking my head with a smile, I mused that she should either learn to sneak better or give it up.

"Drop that dagger!" The guard's command cracked like a whip across the quiet morning air, as his hand sought the grip of a long sword. My heart jumped to my throat. City Swimmer was attempting to resist arrest! What was she thinking?

She lunged clumsily.

With experienced precision, the guard deflected the dagger with a left sweep of his shield. Steel sang from scabbard as he stepped back to negate City Swimmer's short range and optimize the reach of his long sword. The guard then stepped two paces to his left, placing the sun directly in City Swimmer's eyes and thundered, "Drop it! I won't tell you again."

My tea cup rolling on the porch, I was half way across the bridge that spanned the river between us by the time she lunged at the guard again.

Another left sweep of his shield deftly brushed the dagger aside as the guard stepped back. He raised his blade, which brought City Swimmer's dagger and free hand up to block her face and neck. His feint having worked, the professional soldier instantly dropped his weapon to waist level and, at precisely the correct range for his long sword, slashed horizontally.

The tip of his blade arced unopposed below City Swimmer's raised hands and ripped through the scales of her abdomen. It was over as suddenly as it had begun.

The dagger fell from City Swimmer's hand as she clutched her midsection and collapsed.

I slid to a stop on my knees next to her and screamed at the guard. "What did you do!?!"

"City Swimmer, can you hear me?" I pleaded. Blood was pumping from her gaping wound. I ripped off my blouse and pressed it against her in an effort to stop the bleeding. "You'll be ok, my friend," I lied.

* * *



ow how awful ! :(

you remind me of how every time i catch her sneaking i quickly depart the scene because she always get caught and killed :(
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Post » Mon Aug 27, 2012 8:52 pm

Eleanor was particularly cut up by Martin's death - she went into an odd sort of depression, and did some things she regrets (namely abandoning the person she cares most about, her companion Fergus). She still makes regular visits to the Temple of the One to visit him.

Seeing Jauffre's body lying on the battlefield after the Battle of Bruma was a hard moment, too. The same with realizing that Baurus hadn't returned from the battle. Oblivion's main quest really makes us care about a lot of characters!
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Post » Mon Aug 27, 2012 9:21 pm

Martin, I stop playing for a week or so to grieve, sounds silly huh? I decided to cut the RP a bit since then.

and Hannibal Traven, in my RP, Traven was very dear friend to my character.

And Baurus on my very first playthrough, i got him alive through that quest in the sewer but he died on the way to cloud ruler temple. Since then I always reduce my level to 1 with console command everytime I reach that point, or ecort him all the way to cloud ruler temple.
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Post » Mon Aug 27, 2012 4:49 pm

It seems a lot of the npcs don't hit us hard till the quests/events go bad..

Take the odill boys, and the like. It's just oh we cleared the farm of goblins... but if they die the father's reaction hits ya like a brick to the face. It kinda made the game more real... few games do that anymore.
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Post » Tue Aug 28, 2012 12:52 am

I was hit hardest by the deaths of the innocent people in the Bruma Mages Guild. I was likewise bothered by the scripted deaths of innocent people that occur in the chapels in the KoTN quest line.

One of the frustrating (but probably unavoidable) things in Oblivion is the many instances in which your character is frozen and forced to watch a "canned" event play out, unable to save someone. The Emperor. Martin. Aleron Loche. At these times, I feel almost as if the game "cheats," removing my character's freedom to act.
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Post » Mon Aug 27, 2012 3:17 pm

When we were doing the main quest, Martin came to the Great Gate Battle wearing only his green robe and a helmet. We had all the Allies that you could get, and they fought hard, only to die protecting Martin. When it was all over, Martin walked back up the hill with only one Bruma guard following. All the rest littered the battlefield, including the Blades who came. Now that was sad. But Martin had his Great Sigil Stone.

Oh, and the Knights of the Nine who died in the big fight at Garlas Matatar while we killed Umaril.
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