Oh yeah lol, I was tired when I posted last night so I must have just forgot. The shrink would probably give Relvos counseling, and in his current state it might hurt him or help him. He would probably be too busy breaking bottles at the Bloated Float to care.

Now In Session: Sharak gro-Scrollis
Neutral Good

Background
Sharak first started out as a small peasant's son in Orsinium, working in the fields with his father during the early morning, and playing with wooden weaponry in the afternoon. Sharak, just to put this out there, has the compulsion to speak in the third person. Sharak does not know why. As Sharak aged, he became stronger, but instead of aiming to be a pure-bred beserker mercenary for hire, he trained his bow skills more than his already great blade and blunt skills. When Sharak hit the age of 14, he began to look into Illusion magic. He spent whatever free time he had after training studying up on lore and magic. He soon was able to cast a journeyman skill invisibility spell at age 15. Using this new found power, he took from those who took from him as a small child, making soon his practically empty sack a surplus of septims. Spending 3 years slowly stealing his way out of Orsinium and High Rock. At age 20, when his father was imprisoned for owing taxes, and his mother dead of a deadly strain of a flu, he sold the farmland to a family of Bretons for 5,000 septims, and traveled to Cyrodiil. It DID take a while for him to get there, spending the night at the inn, and leaving at 5 am, he managed to make a slight profit of 500 septims along his way by pick-pocketing from shopkeepers, nobles and other rich folk, he managed to get into Cyrodiil, after 5 months leaving home, he had about 12,500 septims to his name. Hearing about the Imperial City being a rich area, he decided to hide his money someplace safe. After successfully robbing several homes of value, he decided to make a big move. He decided that at midnight, he would cloak himself with a master invisibility spell and rob all four of the towers before the sun rose. And so he did. He robbed the NE and SE ones with no trouble. Attempting the SW tower, a guard was beginning to wake up. Thinking fast, he took his lucky childhood silver dagger, and slashed his throat, thus throwing off his invisibility. Making a loud choking sound and thrashing, the slashed guard woke up the other two guards sleeping. They swiftly armed themselves, and arrested and charged Sharak for murder, conspiracy to commit grand theft, and grand theft. Sharak was supposed to spend 12 years in the prison, but only ended up spending 4 and half years. The day he got out was the day the Emperor was murdered.

After he got out, he was a lost mind in a bustling environment. After two weeks of barely surviving south of the Imperial City, he had remembered the 12,500 septims that was only north of Leyawiin. Stealing a horse while no one was looking, he rode as fast as the horse could to Leyawiin. It took him about a full day to reach the stables. Releasing the horse, he went into the city to fish out his savings from the small pond there. After almost asphyxiating on the way up, he pulled up his fortune and new clothing, and proceeded to the inn. There he heard that the Count was looking for a well-dressed accountant. The orc left the inn with half a beer left in his mug, and swiftly walked over to there. Figuring that Leyawiin wasn't very popular as a town, he was a perfect fit for the job, and he was right, there was no line for the interview. In fact, there was no interview. Sharak was hired on the spot, and had his first order of business to do. Find out what the Orc Mazoga wanted from the Count. Rushing to the main hallway, he saw what he called "the most beautiful orc he's ever seen" if thats possible. To prevent quest spoilers, skipping to after the quest. Now living with his newly wedded wife, Mazoga in White Stallion Lodge courtesy of the Count.

Currently seeing a local shrink due to recurring flashbacks from prison.

Cure
Currently prescribed High Rock spiced foods to try to invoke flashbacks of his childhood instead of flashbacks of prision

God, that was a mouthful

I recommend he tell Mazoga of his flashbacks. She seems to be the sort that will help him cope through with this.

Okay here we-

"No, let me say it for myself."

But Greg...

"I MUST!"

Okay, okay! Have it your way! >____>

GREGREO OSCARUS
"My name is Gregreo Oscarus. I was born in the year 3E412 on the second day of Last Seed in Bravil to Lithia and Harbun Oscarus. When I was fourteen, they were killed by thieves who wanted what little money we had. Afterward, I was sent to an orphanage in the Imperial City as we had none in Bravil. I lived there for six years until I was arrested for assault and tossed in prison. I languished there for a year, listening to my "good friend" taunt me endlessly until the Emperor came.

"Before I knew it, I was entering Oblivion gates after Oblivion gates, being a hero to the people...or so I thought. I entered the Mage's Guild, became an Arch Mage and found the love of my live, Levola. We married in secret against Travin's orders.

"One day, I accidentally killed a man, a Dark Elf with a sidesweep. I escaped the guards, not wanting to go back and was visited by Lucien Lachance of the Dark Brotherhood. Oh, how little did I understand the madness. As I carried out contracts after contracts, I recieved enough money to move to Bruma with my dear wife. She had no idea I served Sithis.

"It was...refreshing, oddly. Every time I made a kill, I thought back to my parents' murderers, remembered the cruelty, the helplessness that I felt and that was enough to lash out.

"It's painful. Everyone around me dies and there's not a thing I can do. So many of my friends died during the Oblivion Crisis, like that young Bosmer kid with the blonde hair. He called me 'The Grand Champion'. He died pushing me out of the way of a daedric sword. He was only fifteen. Just a child! How do you handle that? A mere child puts himself on the line for you! Some 'Grand Champion' I am if I couldn't even save this boy.

"There's no escaping this madness. Although Levola wishes to raise our child (she's pregnant) and live happily in Bruma, I know it cannot be. My sins...By putting myself near her, I risk her life. I'm sorry. I cannot continue."

I'm not a shrink, so I don't know what he'd want. What do you think a shrink would recommend?

Well "Skoomy" was abandoned by his mother (signy the homewrecker) as a small child and lived on the streets under the protection of someone named "the Stranger" and hanging around pirates and so forth. The other kids accuse him of having a skooma adiction becuase he repeatedly has vivid dreams about seeing his grandfather die and saving his father from daedra. Skoomy, knowing no other life chooses to join the theives' guild to support himself.

Osmundas Hlaalu was lounging on a plumped up couch with fine downy pillows ( which he had the forsight to get several oafish orcs to carry from his summer home ).
Where the doctor had asked him about hos past, and current activities..

"My childhood was of course of the usual Dunmer noble, where we spent or times screwing over our nearest siblings, to gain the favour of pater and mater.
It was plesant times, especially the time I poisoned my elder brothers guar leading it into bucking him from a cliff in a death spasm, how we laughed".
"I of course was special, being favoured with the things that Dunmer maids desire in a mate, a cruel streak, a massive ego, stern features, and a gigantic.... "inheritance".

"It was in the early years of my advlthood that fortune really took of for me,
where I became famous for my athletic powers during the annual tribunal aquatic festivities..."
"No one apart from myself such a figure of manhood that I am has dared win it five years running, but I did and attempted it for the sixth.
This however was to be my downfall, due to incometence and scheming traitors".

"So there I was about to undertake my herioc endevours... Where shock horror I was waylaid by two "damsels in distress", what else could I do but assist them how so ever they chose".
"So I sent the filthy wretch of an Argonian manservant that hated me from childhood ( where I stuck a fork in his foot, on several occasions ), to send a message for aid".
"Only for the disgusting beast to missunderstand, and he was caught performing the sporting events of deep sea slaughter fishing, oyster collecting, and dreugh wrestling for a waxy token".

"It was only due to unforseen circumstances, that he had assisted in my performance before, which was revealed under his unseemly torture and death".
"To compound the atrocity, the maidens turned out to be rival house spys ( and councilmens wife and eldest daughter it must be said ).
"So for my safety I was shipped to this digustingly barbaric country with only my entire wardrobe and finest housing suite to my name, the outrage".

Doctors note: Due to compulsive lying, a history of violence, and some very disturbing sixual fetishes ( see later notes ).
That and the apparent "incident" of several crew members on board the Lucky Lucy, including the captains mother the not so lucky ( again see notes ), I strongly suggest imprisonment and constant supervision.
Gustav Irenicus

I think the shrink should prescribe some happy pills and maybe weed if its legal there

Gregreo would be diagnosed as having delusions of grandeur! "This talk about slaying Oblivion's evil sounds "interesting", but there seems to be no record of this fabulous place being described by Gregreo, except in his own vivid imagination" the shrink would note.

Gregreo would be forced to visit a social worker by court order, especially since his murders were linked together via CSI technology. The CSI techies would study the cut patterns on each bone he sliced thru, and come to the conclusion that, yes, it was Gregreo responsible for all those murders. There would also be a wealth of DNA-blood evidence matches in his clothes.

His fate would be to face a judge or jury, wherby he'd either be thrown in jail for life without parole or get off with an insantity defense. All the "Oblivion talk" would further cement the defense's case that Gregreo is simply crazy, and not a cold-blooded killer. Like there's a difference.

My dunmer Riggnarok is Chaotic Neutral and is prone to insanity
Examples: He joined the dark brother hood then quit
Killed random deadra worshipers
Praises Sainguine even though he is Sheogorath :wacko:
Is the God Of Madness :celebration: