Today I sat on a bench. When I stood back up again, I got up on the other side. Not a big deal normally, but today, the other side just happened to be on the inside of a wall. Couldn't move or do anything other than sit back down on the bench. Getting up the way I originally sat down apparently didn't appeal to me, so I decided just to sit on the bench forever.

Aeire died. I play dead is dead with my characters, so I'm pretty much in mourning right now. She was scouting out an old fort, when suddenly this huge Dread Zombie jumps out from behind a corner and begins to pound on poor Aeire. Since I'm personally freaked out by zombies, I had a minor panic attack and forced Aeire just start back-pedaling as fast as she could outta there. I conveniently forgot all about the zombie we had just sneaked past on the way there, so when Aeire came sprinting down the corridor she was cornered between two zombies... and didn't have enough health potions to get out of there alive.

:shakehead: I svck.

not much some decorating in Dunbarrow Cave or how that place is called ... I still need to go fund rising for Benirus Manor, trough with the merchandise mods it's a much harder to get cash ...

Aww. Sorry Troyatz.

Approaching the soldiers I was met by shouts and screams, all of them gesturing to some point behind me.

"...GATE...CLANNFEAR...BEHIND YOU....RUN!!"

As I turned to look over my shoulder I immediately felt a heat on my face, which I oddly enough hadn't felt a second ago. My heart skipped at least one beat, and I felt my jaw drop as I turned completely to face the http://i54.tinypic.com/2n0mys8.jpg. Just as I turned, the gate flared and a burst of heat knocked me to the ground. Resting on my elbow and shielding my eyes with the other arm, I saw, through blurry vision, a two-legged creature with scaly skin and an oddly shielded head run towards me with its spear-like horns lowered for impalement. The familiar twang of long bows being released was a welcome sound and I heard the creature scream as it fell to the ground and slid to a stop right in front of me.

I stared at the creature in front of me, and suddenly I was hauled off of the ground by strong armored arms and carried to safety behind the blockade by a Kvatch soldier.

"Are you alright, miss?"
"I...I think so?"
"Who are" What are you doing here? This is a quarantined zone, no civilians! You understand?"
"Ye-yes...What is going on here?"
"I'm Savlian Matius, Captain of the Kvatch guard. That thing over there...that's an Oblivion Gate. Already lost a few good men in it today, let's not add a pretty Breton to the list, shall we?"

While I regained my composure I heard the sounds of battle by the gate. The guards were battling the few remaining monster the gate had spewed out in its flare of fire. Getting to my feet I took in the whole scene piece by piece. The gigantic gate was blocking the entrance to Kvatch, and seemed to have separated the guards from the city. Its enormous frame was completely covered with a mirror-like film, only it was a mirror of flames and death. It struck me deep in heart, and I felt it in my bones. Just looking at the thing made me want to creep into a hole and curl up until it went away.

"Miss, what's your name? We have to get you to safety in the base camp, but I can't spare a single man to take you there right now."
"Camarilla. My name is Camarilla. It's ok, I'll stay here with you. Maybe I can help."
"HAH! That's very funny Miss Camarilla, help! Listen, we don't need any excess baggage here, if you catch my drift, so....hold on...is that a Templar Longsword? And is that heavy armor in your bag? Who are you?!"
"I told you, I'm Camarilla. And I'll help. Just give me a second to get my armor on."
"Oh...well..ok, we might be able to use you here after all then. WOW, WAIT! You can't just drop your clothes in front of my men!! Kvatch Guards! Avert your eyes!"

Armed and armored up I felt a bit more confident, and after Savlian explained the situation to me, it was clear that the only way to stop this thing was to get that gate closed somehow. With things coming out of it, and men having entered it, there had to be something on the other side. And I had just witnessed that whatever comes out of there can be killed.

"I'll go."
"You'll what?"
"I'll go in there. Find your men. Close the gate."
"That's suicide, girl!"
"It's a good day to die." (I had always wanted to say that)

I felt a surge of rage, and as I took the first stumbling steps towards the gate, my legs slowly grew steady underneath me. I accellerated to a jog and finally to a full sprint, straight towards to fiery pits of Oblivion. I heard the shouts of the men slowly being drowned out by the pounding of my heart, and my vision narrowed to a tunnel. Something had to die!

I jumped as high as I could, diving head first into the gate, curled up mid-air, rolling to a crouched stance with my shield high, and my blade ready to take a bite out of anything that got in my way. The landscape was unmistakingly the home of death and doom, a much worse version of the scorched lands around Kvatch. Even the sky was scorched, alight with unnatural fires and molten lava flowed in fiery lakes. The stench was almost unbearable. Then I heard a shout from my left. One of the Kvatch guards, alive and fighting! I sprinted to his help and we quickly disposed of some scamps.

"Thank the Nine, help has arrived!"
"Where are the others?"
"I'm the last of us. One was taken to their main tower, over there?"

He pointed toward a massive structure, dominated by the greatest tower I had ever seen.

"We learned that these gates are somehow driven by a stone of some sort. Sitting in the top of the great tower. We need to get that information back to my Captain!"
"You go tell him, and stay there. I...I'll stay...here. And find your partner."
"Yes...yes, I'll go back. This place is insane. Good luck, stranger."

The infrastructure of this place was simple. A desolate landscape dominate by the great towers. That's where I had to go. Carefully making my way towards the towers, I ran into only a few of the monsters, which turned out to be brute animals, fighting without much intelligence. Much like I once did.

The Daedras I encountered in the tower, however, was a different story. I had heard tales about the Daedra, which my uncle had told to scare us kids when I was little. Here were Magic users and armored fighters both, alive and very very real.

It took all my skill and knowledge to battle my way to the top of the first tower, but I quickly learned their ways. They were aggressive and overly confident. To the disgusted growling taunts of 'Petty human' and 'Foul critter' I easily lured them into following me, and in their own back yard, I could pick my own battle grounds. They couldn't stand up to a good piece of steel, and I fought my way to the top of the tower where I found the other guard, just as promised. He told me where to find the energy stone holding the gate open, and I sent him back through the gate, to safety.

The second tower was surprisingly poorly defended. Scattered Daedra and some scamps, no organized force or defense. Their over confidence went this far, and it would be their downfall. I took the head clean off of the last one of them, and covered in blood I surprisingly found myself out of stairs to climb. There, right in front of me...a magic stone, twirling in the magic fires, which were shooting out of the top of the tower, burning the sky. I sheeted my sword and slid my shield onto my back and backed all the way up against the wall. Then I ran. Accellerated to a full sprint and jumped, grabbed the stone mid-air, and flipped forward to land on my feet. A huge explosion broke my concentration as I tore the stone from its resting place, and I lost balance. The ground I hit was not the floor I had leaped from seconds earlier. As the deafening roar died, I rolled onto my back and stared up at the giant gate outside of the Kvatch walls as it crumbled and vanished into thin air.

The dead silence was broken by the welcoming cheer of human voices.

" THE GATE IS GONE!! THE HERO OF KVATCH IS BACK!! SHE DID IT!! "

My current character a argonian assassin busy with the main quest walked in the Imperial University to visit Tar-Meena , that Argonian Scholar ... When he did came in the middle of a fight ... Casualties one student and one imperial battle magician ...

Hit level 20 (so what you say) but with a buffy (credit to Acadian) inspired character on my new PC (all bell & whistles) only 2 majors I use (Marksman & Restoration) the rest are used as needed or not used at all...
70 hours in ....I like it :thumbsup:

Straif Maelsrom did the Lifting the Veil quest and had fun shooting ogres and skeletons with his new bow. He was happy this bow did the job in one stealthy shot instead of just getting an angry charge in his general direction. He also found an interesting side quest along the way and ended up with a cool new ring.

He's debating whether or not he's going to keep the Pale Pass treasure for himself.

Bowin Arreaux is waiting to meet with the Count of Skingrad on Mages Guilld business. He had 24 hours to burn while waiting for an appointment, so he went hunting. He did pretty good...bagged 4 deer and two timber wolves. He is currently on his way back to the Skingrad Mages Guild Hall for the night and will meet with the Count tomorrow.

nothing-gotta build a new one.

:shocking: :chaos: :drool:

Very funny!

Finally aquired Benirus manor ...

Woke up in the inn, I was looking after my Debaser, Blackwater Blade, Skull of Corruption, Blade of Thorn, Masque of Clavicus Vile, Umbra and Goldbrand. Only Umbra and Debaser was in my room. Walked out of the room, I saw Blackwater Blade in the corner. Walked down the stairs, Found a NPC wielding Goldbrand, and a dead body... The Skull of Corruption was on a table, the Masque on the counter, and the Blade of Thorn was gone... Figured out there was two NPC wielding my stuff... Went out and saw two guards fighting seven citizens. More guards came and fought. I joined the guards, and they arrest me for murder?! Usually I'd Ruin the whole city... :gun: :nuke: :flame: :chaos: :toughninja: :flamethrower:

attaining some royal blood for my vampire character

Savlian had helped me back to the base camp and let me use his tent to recover from the whole Oblivion gate ordeal. As I sat and there, turning the Sigil stone over and over in my hands, I could feel its power surge through my fingertips and spread through my body. It didn't feel evil, like the gate had, just powerful. I'd have to take it to someone who could help my discover its secrets.

I stayed at Kvatch for another two days, helping the guard clear the remaining Oblivion creatures from the town. The Count of Kvatch turned up dead in the process, and Savlian swore to steward the city until a new Count could be named. I also finally met Martin, a simple priest unaware of his destiny, just as I had been of mine until the Emperor found me in that cell. I was slowly starting to see how the pieces came together, but faith...I don't know. Just coincidence, I suppose.

I dragged Martin with me to http://i52.tinypic.com/28b759d.jpg, as planned, and we got to know each other a bit better on the way. I think he appreciated the time it gave him to come to terms with his new title. He hadn't been outside the Chapel much since he was a boy, so he also had the chance to experience his future subjects in a more anonymous role. He seemed in no hurry to get back to meet Jauffre at the Priory, so I eased him into the adventuring role that I had become somewhat used to. He turned out to be pretty handy with magic, but boy does he not have a clue how to act around women. Haha, it's so funny to see him blush every time he looks at me get ready for bed when we camp. He'll have an Empress soon enough, I imagine.

Anvil is a beautiful city right on the Gold Coast, and I enjoyed doing some small jobs for the locals. I also checked in with the local chapter of the fighter's guild, who knew me from the news and posters I had appeared in. The news had also traveled from Kvatch, and I was greeted there as a hero. I felt very odd, but also nice. Although life as an adventurer was hard, it payed off with all the little bonuses I gathered on the way.

As it happened, one of the locals mentioned in passing about Crowhaven, the old mansion I had promised Agronak at the Arena I'd visit. I took Martin up there, which turned out to be a great move as the place was infested with undead. That was where I met my first vampire since the whole Order situation. Martin and I dealt with him in due manner, and some of his followers too. I located an old journal, and it turned out to be the Lord Lovidicus of the Manor, Agronak's father, we had slain. I'm not sure how happy he would be about that, but there it was.

In Anvil I was also offered to buy a house, a pretty big one too. The owner wanted 20,000 Septims, though, much more than I had. I had collected nearly 3,000 actually, more than I thought I would ever have seen only a few months ago. Maybe it was time to consider a move out of the old Waterfront shack?

Taking Martin back to the Priory turned out to be rather chaotic. When we got there the priory was under attack, and I soon recognized the assailants. It was the same red-robed assassins who had slain the Emperor in the sewers. This time I was better prepared, though, and I took out two of them before we were able to locate Jauffre. Mythic Dawn agents, is what they apparently were. The remaining monks had been killed, and Jauffre, Martin and I fled the Priory. Jauffre filled Martin and I in on the whole situation as we made our way north toward the desolate and cold Jerall mountains. Jauffre told of an old fortress, isolated on a mountain top, protected by the Blades, and hiding place of Emperors. When we finally got there we were received by the Captain of the Blades, and Martin officially took upon himself the title of Emperor as the Blades swore allegiance to him. Then, to my surprise, I was offered the position as a Blade myself, and before I had really had time to think about it, I too was http://i54.tinypic.com/34doghx.jpgin. I wasn't really sure what the implications were, but Jauffre told me to stay on the quest, disclose the Mythic Dawn and eliminate the danger to the Emperor. No biggie...

After that I traveled back to IC to sort my mind out for a while. It was also here that I should find the next clue to the secrets of Mythic Dawn, as I were to meet Baurus who was currently in hiding in the City. First, however, I visited the Arena and gave Agronak his father's journal. As promised he showed my a few of his best moves, which helped me out really well in the following Arena battle. Owyn tells me that now only the Yellow team captain stands between me and the title of Arena Champion. It's hard to believe that only a few months ago I was beaten to within an inch of my life in my very first fight here. I'll have to rest up before I take on that fight, though, I don't feel ready for it at all, and there are so many other things going on right now.

Phoss, have you ever thought of writing fan fiction?

Phoss, I was thinkin' the same thing as SubRosa - that last entry you made showed some nice talent.

*Urgh...*

I'm back at square one now, my last character fell victim to the ever insidious savegame corruption.

Well, back through the prison dungeon for me... :snoring:

After 2 grueling days of seemingly endless combat, I finally entered the Nefarivigum. After slaying a rather pitiful mage of whose name I do not care, I attempted to force open the gate. Screw eating his heart! Why in oblivion would I want to do that. Needless to say, he attacked me. I guess he was pissed because I didn't like his heart... literally. Anyway, I simply summoned my Daedroth, cast my invisibilty spell, and watched a rather enjoyable fight. The Daedroth actually almost lost... anyway, the door finally opened. I reached my hand out.... and...... nothing happened. Perplexed I walked up to it and it somehow vanished into my inventory. I would have been really confused, but I didn't care... I finally got it!

Basically my Female Breton just looted a bunch of caves trying to get as much gold as possible so that she could buy some more houses. Also I got my fame up to 5 meaning I can go Vampire Hunting which is a lot of fun when your launching Flame Bolt spells :flamethrower:

Raising a army of undead and running into a serious problem I doubt other necromancers have.
Returned from shivering isles, with a new spell "raise dead", cool I have to test it out.
kill bandit and cast spell on him and come alive to fight for me in 2 minutes. Find new bandit and let the undead one distract her while I killed her. Cast "raise dead" now I had two undead followers. Felt power rage thought my body while i was thinking about the legions I should raise. Bandit number three, repeat and three followers, one strange thing, it looked like two of my undeads was stopping to fight each other however it was two more bandits in front of me and soon they was fighting my undead, then somebody dies I just raised them again, however the fight took forever and soon I realised:
The undead would fight the other undead who killed them, so I can not raise someone who was killed by an undead and his killer in the team, my dream of raising legions failed.

However I think a combination of area effect frenzy and raise dead would be highly entertaining, I guess the batles in rockmilk cave will be very psychedelic now.

@ SubRosa & Acadian: Cheers guys, I appreciate the encouragement and I'm glad you like the story =). I'm having a lot of fun with it, it's a really good way for me to contemplate what just passed in Camarilla's life, and it really builds her personality for me. I'm not sure where else I would post it, but I'm glad this thread got started. That's as far as it goes, though, I write for my own entertainment only. I would probably post more often and more detailed if I kept a real journal like Buffy, but I'm not about to set up a website just for that. Too lazy for that =)

My character, Halken, Spent a lot of time training in the jerall mountains. The serenity of the environment helped to clear his mind of the seemingly grand events he had recently been thrust into. An assasinated emporer believing he was the saviour of all tamriel? A mysterious band of assasins believing he was a good addition to thier ranks? It had all happened too fast for him and he needed to escape.

The chilling wind pierced his face as he gazed out over nibenay. He could hear wolves snarling and voices pvssyring in the distance, no doubt bandits had once again come across a hungry pack. Soon, though, all was quiet and he breathed a sigh of relief. After a good day of relaxation, he opted to take part in an old tradition of his, a past-time.

He headed down the northern face of the mountain to hunt the wild-life, just as he'd done so many times as a boy in Valenwood. The dear here were large and hardy, unlike thier cousins to the south, so they proved a challenging and entertaining hunt.

After all of the stress had rinsed clean from him, he reflected on the events of late with a new perspective. He figured; "if I am part of some grand scale plot, or even a potentially gifted assasin, even if i just hunt the rest of my life and live in peace in the mountains, I need to hone my abilities in stealth and in the bow." And, after having this epiphany, he proceded to practice by exposing himself to danger.

He dove into multiple caves, clearing them of any...... 'infestations'. He was at peace in the dark, dank caves. He felt as though his purpose was more known to him, and he was able to strengthen many of his skills as he set out to.

To be continued......

I started Buffy's journal on the Bethesda Elder Scrolls Artwork and Fanfiction forum at this very site. Writers can create a thread and keep their character's story updated and receive comments just like a regular thread, only your character is the subject.

Last spring, we moved to a smaller forum (link in my sig) that is a little more focused on TES fan fiction. We do the same thing there now and haven't found it necessary to create our own website for Buffy.

You might look into it, as you have some talent and Camarilla seems to speak clearly to you. I will caution that to sustain sagas like SubRosa and I do, requires a boatload of work and passion. :dance:

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