Yesterday night (+1 GMT time) I started clearing out the Ruines of Castle Sundercliff or how that place is called in far away Cyrodill near the border of Morrowind - To my utterly suprised filled with annoying dunmer who are trying to take over the Empire or something like that, totally nutcases they are they can't stand my Rambo Assassin anyway trough I am on a break now since my dark brotherhood armour is pretty much broken wich is pretty annoying while fighting ... Im guessing halfway (?), at the sundercliff village was full of hope it could be all friendly but seemly they don't have that word in there dictionary ...

A shame maybe one of the better ruines in Cyrodill trough the outdoor exterior is the seem boring stuff , and majority of the indoor exterior also ...

Not to be rude or anything, but can you please explain this???

Yes, it looks like a lot of work, you guys go into so much detail and do a really good job of it. I have too much other stuff going on and I only write when I have a few spare minutes, so it'll never be a no. 1 priority. I'll leave it to you guys and keep posting the Adventures of Camarilla here when I have time =). I also lack the vocabulary to write for real (I'm on my 2nd language) and end up using the same words a lot, which makes it annoying to read.

As Silvonwe touched the gate, her invisibility spell dissolved. There was a sudden shout from one of the balconies above, and the sound of running feet. The blue-robed Altmer fumbled with the key she had taken from the dead necromancer. The lock grated with disuse, and finally turned. Too late!

She grabbed a potion of shielding from her belt, and thumbed off the cork.

Five black robes sailed into the room. Zombies materialized in bursts of blue light, and they were all coming to Silvonwe, coming too fast, too many...

Quickly she summoned her storm atronach. She managed to paralyze two of the necromancers with blasts from her staff, but the rest of them surged into the little alcove. Silvonwe swallowed the potion, shrank into the corner, and began casting Wizard's Fury as fast as she could. Daggers were flashing, and a zombie reached out and grabbed her throat, and squeezed. The stench of death was overpowering, and time seemed to slow down to a crawl. Darkness closed in at the edge of her vision, and there was only fire, and more fire, and shouting. Her magicka was already gone, and her life was going.

The storm atronach materialized behind the necromancers with a roar. The air crackled with lightning, and suddenly black robes were tumbling. The atronach whirled and howled, spinning up bits of debris, tearing off chunks of fallen zombie, shards of broken masonry, all manner of flying junk, into a man-shaped vortex that battered the black-clad mages. The zombie who was choking Silvonwe suddenly vanished; its master had died. Silvonwe was forgotten now. The necromancers were fighting for their own survival.

Silvonwe gulped a healing potion, and followed it with a potion of magicka restoration. Momentarily restored, she took aim at the last necromancer. Just as her storm atronach vanished, she cast Wizard's Fury, and the last enemy went down with a scream. The necromancer writhed on the ground for a moment, as the fiery spell did its work, and then lay still.

Now it was healing time. Silvonwe required several of her strongest potions to restore herself. This time, it had been too close. She should have dealt with the group, one at a time, on her terms, and not tried to sneak past them. She would not make that mistake again. No necromancers would be left alive, not here, not anywhere.

For the first time, she looked at the amulet she had taken from Caranya. Such an ugly green thing! The Archmage would be glad to have it back, but he would not be happy about what had happened here. Silvonwe shoved the amulet back into her purse, opened the gate, and cast Invisibility.

Double thumbs up to Silvonwe :rock:

The last entries by both Phoss and Glargg have been wonderful! :goodjob:

A snip from Chapter 55 of Buffy's Journal:
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My eyes had now adjusted to the darkness under the chapel. Nocking an arrow to my silk bowstring, I watched as one of the glows slowly moved among the columns. I drew some tension on the bow, aimed at a point where I expected a target to emerge, and patiently waited.

My arrow's impact elicited an eerie shriek. Slayer's enchantments protected my hidden location while bathing the ghostly creature in a brief storm of sparks. As my second arrow struck, Azura's Star captured the spirit's energy. Its physical form collapsed into a pale green puddle.

I selected another arrow and crept forward until I could see into one of the adjoining chambers. Two arrows similarly killed the single prey within.

A mass of freezing energy flew past my head!

Diving for the floor, I winced at the collision of left shoulder and stone tile. I rolled behind a column, and scrambled back to my feet. Aiming at the glow beyond, I slid out a pace to reveal foe number three. I loosed my arrow even as I began moving back behind the stone pillar of safety. Another icy blast harmlessly chilled the column as I heard a wail - no doubt caused by my arrow finding its mark. The glow remained however.

I aimed through the pillar again and took one pace out to the other side this time. My arrow was faster than the spirit, and the glow was gone before it could charge up another spell. I looked at the ethereal undead that had been reduced to a puddle on the cold stone floor, and whispered, "I know how that feels; better you than me."

One ancient sanctified dead remained. A change in tactics - rather an experiment - was in order.

I poisoned an arrow, slipped it into my boot sheath and made ready a new, untested spell. After a quick mental rehearsal, I snuck toward a firing position that would afford a clear shot. The ghostly creature had its back to me. Calling forth the complex powers of destruction, a glow formed in my right hand. The moment the spell left my fingertips, I quickly nocked and released my poisoned arrow. Boderi, my University advisor, called it 'chasing my spell' and had relentlessly made me practice the tactic. The spirit - normally immune to poison - turned green as the vile liquid from my arrow made its presence known.

Undetected and fascinated, I crept closer. After a few more moments, the spirit collapsed, claimed by my poison.

It worked!

My spell had two components. First, it temporarily but dramatically weakened my enemies to poison - in this case even countering the immunity of these undead. The second aspect of the spell was that it totally but briefly drained a victim's speed; this rendered the target unable to remember being hit by a spell and allowed me to remain undetected while 'chasing my spell' with an arrow. In fact, the drain speed effect was similar to one of Slayer's enchantments - and just as effective at preserving my stealth after striking.

The spell was quite demanding to cast, but I was confident that as my magical skills increased, and with practice, I would better be able to manage it. In fact, I hoped to eventually add a long soul trap effect to the next version of the spell.

Visions of green ghosts, zombies and atronachs danced in my head!

Careful not to slip on the ghost puddles, I collected the useful remains from my prey.

* From Buffy's scrapbook: http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv43/Acadian6/Buffy%20I/ScreenShot94.jpg

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Soraya, my new Dark Elf, just got off the boat at the Imperial City today. In only around 20 minutes of playtime, she's already found out the hard way that even a clash with a mudcrab can be fatal to a poor little unarmored mage with literally no useful offensive spells... Thankfully the nice guards came along and helped out a damsel in distress. Afterwards we took a little trip to the store and bought a pretty new dress and a nice staff to keep her alive until she's proficient enough to do it herself. Of course she refused all fashion advice from yours truly and ended up with the plainest dress available.

Screenies of her, in case anyone's interested. My first Dark Elf in like forever, so I'm reasonably proud she doesn't look like a total Orc.
http://kauhumieli.net/troya/OB/soraya4.bmp
http://kauhumieli.net/troya/OB/soraya1.bmp
http://kauhumieli.net/troya/OB/soraya2.bmp

Very nice, I like the hair! It seems there are way more hair mods for elves than for humans, which svcks. =/ How come those don't work on humans?

The week that followed my return to IC was eventful, to say the least. It's also still somewhat shrouded in mystery to me, and I'm starting to think I might be in over my head with this Mythic Dawn thing. I don't know how I can quit now, though, not after I accepted to be part of The Blades.

I found Baurus hiding out at a local inn, and he wasn't in the best of shape. He had stopped wearing his Blade armor, and with it had also gone his former noble appearance and pride. He was unshaven and had been spending more time at the bar than in the training room, but his devotion to the Emperor's cause was intact. I got him cleaned up somewhat, and together we managed to set up a meeting with a Mythic Dawn agent via an unsuspecting book collector. The agents had arranged to meet in the sewers, and Baurus and I decided to set a trap for them. Unfortunately Baurus' devotion to his former master was such that he could not hold himself back, and he blew my cover during the meeting. The agents had not kept their end of the deal either. Several of them were lurking in the dark, and they pounced on us as soon as they found out what was going on. In spite of Baurus' appearance, his skill with the blade had not diminished one bit, and all three Mythic Dawn agents soon lay dead in the sewer where they belonged.

We got what we came for, however: More clues. This was getting to be more of a treasure hunt than I had bargained for, and I spent days reading into Mythic Dawn writings to discover the next clues. With the help of one of the mages at the IC mages guild, we discovered the location of one of their shrines. I was loathe to go there alone, but Baurus would not come with me as he was worried he would once again reveal our identities and true purpose for infiltrating the cult.

All this thinking had me on edge, and I decided to take my mind off things at the Arena. My body had healed and I felt in shape to take on the yellow team captain for the title of Arena Champion. As Owyn was standing behind me, strapping on my garment, he casually mentioned that there would be three opponents from the yellow team, not just one! After he had spit out the bloody tooth my elbow had knocked loose, he tried to make up for it by sending in a trained war boar to assist me. Furious as I was, I kicked him once over the shin, just for good measure, but I proceeded to the fountain chamber. Here I went through my usual checklist; hair properly tied back, check. Potions in belt, check. shield firmly strapped, check. Sword loose in sheath, check. Strategy; not a clue. There were supposed to be the yellow champion, a Nord fighter whom I had met before, a real b***h she was, and then two rookies, and archer and a mage. Hopefully the boar could keep the yellow champion occupied while I took out the two rookies, which shouldn't be too hard since they did not have much in the way of melee weapons. After that...well, we'll see.

With my cheeks still red hot from rage, I listened to the roar of the crowd as the familiar feeling of tunnel vision and muted pounding in my ears set in. Whatever Owyn's intentions, he had definitely managed to light a fire under my temper. I guess he knew what he was doing after all that dear bastard.

As expected, the trained boar went straight for the yellow b***h, and it didn't take me long to dispose of the two rookies. In the meanwhile the boar had been prepared for tonight's feast, the one where I would sit at the head of the table. The rest of the fight didn't have much to do with skill. She and I took turns pounding each other's shields for what seemed like hours. Finally I saw my opening as she performed a spinning move, no doubt intended to take my head off. I slid forward in the dust, one knee one the ground, and thrust upwards. The tip of my sword caught her between the ribs, right in the soft spot of her armor, and shut down her vital organs. She managed one surprised look down at me as her blade swung hopelessly high, before her legs gave up and she collapsed in the dirt.

Ever the b***h, she did however look almost regal as she lay there on her side, dead eyes looking up at the sky. I gave the crowd one short http://i55.tinypic.com/24ccj95.jpg, and walked the familiar limping walk down to the fountain to clean up.

I was met by http://i56.tinypic.com/2wememv.jpg at the gates, big smile on his face despite the missing tooth. It was clear what he had tried to do, and it had worked.

"http://i52.tinypic.com/ih5xjp.jpg! You did it!"

That night the entire blue team cheered me all the way to the Tiber Septim for celebrations. Even my friends from the Waterfront managed to sneak their way in, and it was a night to remember. The parts I did remember the next day, at least.

A little snip-it from my new fan fiction which I'll start after I finish my Fallout 3 fan fiction.

Demicus

I headed onto a large vessel on the coast with a Legion accompaniment. Did I really deserve this terrible boat after countless bandit raids with Legionaries? Even saving the Captain's life? Of course I did, I was merely a mercenary so OF COURSE they send me back to Cyrodiil on a wooden abomination they call a boat. At least the boat ride from the Summerset Isles back to Cyrodiil only took a day and the winds were in our favor.

It was a fun time, despite the occasional urge to vomit. The other crew members, mostly other mercenaries from different companies, some from the Fighter's Guild and others just freelances, were surprisingly civil and nice. We pulled up a table and I got out my deck of cards. Time seemed to pass by fast and so did much of the money we earned from serving with the Legion.

It was about 1:00AM according to the Captain so I took my deck of cards and headed down to the lower decks. A plain wooden door greeted me and when I opened it, a nice round dining table and a bed adorned with stitches from way back in Cyrodiil greeted me. Other than the sea sickness, I slept well, especially since it was my first night in 3 weeks that I got to sleep on a real bed that wasn't infested with parasites.

When I awoke, the piercing sunlight was creeping through the closed curtains on the wall of my room. One of the other mercenaries, Harkin, a former Imperial Legion soldier who I had a round of beer with burst into my room. "Dem, we've landed in Cyrodiil! Go get your armor and let's have a round of drinks, on me."

I nodded. "Alright, I'll right out."

Harkin left and I stared at the ornate silver and gold piece of armor on top of a small chest. The armor had hundreds of battle scars, all reminding me of horrors of the Summerset Isles bandit raids and pirate attacks along the way. I put on the somewhat heavy armor and grabbed my family Platinum Sword. When I emerged, the sunlight blinded me for a split second before I got to see.

It was Anvil! The bustling crowds, noisily sailors, and the sound of ships departing and arriving seemed like a symphony to my ears after the bloody battles mere days ago. Harkin tapped me on the shoulder and handed me a bottle of beer. "I told you, here's a drink. If you're near Cheydinhal, stop by in the Cheydinhal Fighter's Guild for a visit!"

I nodded, shook hands with Harkin, and left the ship and went to the nearby stables to rent a carriage.

OOC: Alright...just two things. The carriage is my interpretation for fast travel. The boat scene was literally what I experienced when I started with a Main Quest delayer.

Since I've found the time to play, and a character to enjoy, here is his jounal so far:

The Log of Bereg Arkngthand

Date Unknown
At long last, my exile has ended, and I was permitted to return to my people. I found the aincent home of my clan in ruins

and infested with bandits. I slew them all out of hand, and activated the calling in order to find out what has happened. I

only found one voice...and his connection was weak, nearly broken. I found that my people had vanished, perhaps even ascened

as the Tonal Architect had planned. But I, and he, in our exiles, were not contacted, and not carried. Yagrum told me much of

what has transpired in our lands, and also told me it was no place for a dwermer these days. So I headed east, across the Sea

of Ghosts, across the Velothi Mountains, and from the pass I spied a most unusual looking settlement.

Last Seed 27, E3433
I was greeted as an Altmer, and when I corrected the mistake, I was given a funny look by the Dunmer Guard. As I had no

coin of the realm, I asked where work could be found. He suggested the Arena, and the Fighters guild. As I did not want to

tie myself down, I set out for the Imperial City, and the Arena there. On the road from Cheydinal to the Imperial City, I

encountered what appeared to be an abandoned farming town. However, my Heart-Tone Harmonizer alerted me to the presence of

life, and a Detect life spell revealed the magical presence of people there as well. I certainly had to Investigate this

strange occurance. I had not such problems since I left the Libraries of Mora during my exile. During my exploration, I was

spoken to by a member of this town, which I learned is called Aleswell. The poor people here were cursed with a sort of

persisting invisiblity. I was asked if I could Aid them, and natraully I did, after attempting to dispell the magic myself.

A lone Dwermer must make friends where he can in a strange time and a strange land. I cannot belive my Exile was so long!

Three Era's!
Heading down to the Ruined fortress as I was asked, I was attacked by what turned out to be rats. Upon death the

spell lifted. Simply destroying the sorceror that cast the spell would be ineffective, as it appears to be anchored with the

target. I have nothing to bargain with. This may be more difficult that I had first expected. I encountered the Wizard, but

only with the aid of a detect life spell and his rather unhospitable manners. I discussed his spell with him and it's side

effect on the town, apparently unintended. He was rather kind, and was more than willing to help a fellow mage. I am glad he

was more courteus than I first expected, and did not question my unfamiliarity with Illusion magics After he prepared the

scroll and instructed me on the best place to stand in town to maxiize it's effects, I made my way up the hill. I also spied

from his tower a footbridge across the lake, so I will not need to go the long way around to the Imperial City. I cast the

scroll, and it worked almost exactly as described. It also seemed to cast a different effect on myself. I don't feel any

different, and my magicka reserves are at full. I must assume it was a curse of some sort. I will need to speak with Ancotar

about this, or find a way to reverse the effects myself. I returned to the Inn and was approached by a young dunmer, who

thanked me, and offered to let me make a room in his Inn my home. I was quite thankful for having a place to stay. None of

them are fond of the Sorceror, especially the women in town. He seemed to have no care for my plight. While he was kind, he

knowingly cursed me, and was unwilling to help. While he was helpful to his neighbors, his coldness to my own suffering at

his hands forced me to kill him. An Alchemist and Illusionist, he stood no chance against my magics. I found his research

interesting, and held onto it, even if it did not contain any notes on reversing the drawbacks of his counterspell. He also

housed renegade conjurers in his home. I did not intend harm, but I was forced to defend myself. I cleared the place of that

cult of Deadra summoners, my curse made it's purpose clear. I seem to be expending more energy casting, and I handle my

hammer clumsily. Fate is against me. I must seek to lift this curse!
I crossed to the City-Isle by early afternoon, and there I encountered a Shrine to someone Named Julianos. I decided

to activate the magics I sensed there, and I discovered not only was my curse lifted, but my magicks were fortified. Not a

terrible end to my first day in Cyrodil. It seems my slaying of Ancotar was a crime, though who reported it, I do not know.

Before I even set foot in the grand city, I was apprehended and brought to the Prisons to serve a sentance for murder. It

feels strange to be stripped of my Trusty old armor that I have born for so long. I hope they do not damage it. The devices

built into it, while not delicate, are very precise.

Heartfire 6, 3E433

My time in prison was uneventful, but the boredom and inability to practice my skills I fear has caused them to

lapse. IT was fortuneatly short. My strange accent, and clear ignorance of the laws here bought me some compassion with a

judge, and I was relased early. I am fortunate, as I faced death. It was well that my disovery beneath Anctoars tower, and

testimony from my friends in Aleswell aided me in this, with my belongings restored to me, untampered with, and a thank you

from the garrison commander for my work eliminating the coven that threatened the town. I am still broke, but I am close to

the Arena, and I will be prepared to compete after spending time ensuring my skills have not lapsed dangerously. After

pawning off what I took from the COnjurers, I had some coin, which I spent perusing the city's selection of spells, and on

the potions I need to make up for my lack of Restoration Magicks. Then it is off to the Arena to train and compete.
During the Night, I was approached by a Robed and hooded figure, who offered me a formal invite to a group of

assasinations. I agreed to nothing, though I doubt I will be pursuing them, as I prefer the honor of direct combat.

*HEartfire 8, 3E433
The Arena Blademaster was not pleased I had come looking to compete, but he did offer for me to do so. He also

expressed some doubt in the combat abilities of an Altmer, and some curiosity at my equipment. I am afraid my pay will be

given grudginly, unless of course, I put on a great show. Before Seeing Owen in the Morning, a rather filthy looking Dunmer

shoved a note into my hands and ran off. Apparently I am invited to the thieves guild as well. Mistakenly kill one person,

and it seems everyone assumes Im a a freelance criminal. I just want to get on with my lonely life.
I started my first series of fights, and I have found that my opponents are so far not the skilled warriors I

expected. I almost feel bad for cleaning the floor with them. They knew the risks. An experienced battlemage like myself will

easily reap the rewards here.


Heartfire 13, 3E433
Finally, the Arena Battles have been getting tougher. I Fought my way up to the rank of Myrmidon, and one evening,

Agronak invited me out to drinks. He congradulated me on my victories, and we talked after a while. One outcast to

another,apparently. After a few we begin to talk more of our past and our families, and eventually, The Gray Prince asked me

to investigate Crowhaven, his birthplace. He has been growing tired of butchering challenger after challenger, and wanted to

retire, and take his rightful claim and birthright. I agreed to make the long trip out to Crowhaven, Near Anvil. That Night,

I returned to my Rack at the Arena, told Owen I would not be competing for a few days, and made sure my armor and it's

devices, amplifiers and failsafes were in order. I would set out in the morning after picking up some provisions in town.

Yesterday http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/subrosa_florens/oblivion/Oblivion515.jpg found a hole in the world while exploring the eastern shore of Lake Rumare. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/subrosa_florens/oblivion/Oblivion516.jpg, until the god's restarted the game and brought the errant piece of Nirn back to where it was supposed to be.

Took down the area quest at lvl 7 w/ just my zombie summon and some poisoned arrows.

For some strange reason it was the first time I actually did the Arena quest.

And my first time I met the ever so popularized adoring fan. I finally get what every one was saying!

Some thoughts....

My fame is beginning to spread around Cyrodil. Quite a few people have recognised me as "The Hero Of Kvatch" after I closed my first Oblivion Gate and broke the siege of the ruined city. Yes, that was very good on my part, wasn't it? Ultimately destroying an Oblivon Gate from within is really no different from blowing up a cinema (and just try getting on a bus with a highly flammable Sigil Stone!). Also Sergius Verus excitedly talked about seeing my fight with the former Arena Champion Agronak gro Malog, otherwise known as "The Gray Prince". That was quite some fight! Despite his friendly manner in the bloodworks, once in the arena Malog did not hold back and neither did I! Someday I must check out Crowhaven and pay my respects to The Gray Prince's origins. It is regrettable that I never got round to helping him in this quest to prove his birthright, but I got caught up in my heady rise through the arena ranks and after my recent parole from the Imperial Prison (for killing Nazis of course - they have many friends within the Imperial City and all of Cyrodil but eventually I will kill them all!) I certainly had need of fresh money.

Fame is a double edged sword of course. I overheard some people talking about the recent Fighters Guild assignment to clear the goblins out of Desolate Mine (the goblins no doubt wanted to make themselves a little stronghold for their Nazi allies - HA! Let's see them try it now!). The gossiping men did not realise that they were standing next to someone who had actually been at Desolate Mine, but I overheard them talking about the job being somewhat botched and resulting in death. Of course I regret the death of my fellow Fighters Guild comrade, but when everyone goes wildly charging off into the tunnels, it is not my job to babysit an overeager orc with a childlike fascination for swinging warhammers. Of course I am sad at the loss of a comrade and that he was in trouble with no one to hear his cries. But there were three of my comrades involved and they all ran off and got separated, so that it took me some time to catch up with them. I killed many goblins on my own that day, because of course the rest were all who knows where at the time and I managed to lend assistance when I caught up with the other two. It most certainly was not my idea for everyone to run off some unprofessionally and half cocked and I do not feel that I can be blamed for the situation as it turned out. In fact, I did pretty darn well and I'd like to see Keld Of The Isles do any better (assuming his backside isn't actually glued to his chair).

Hackdirt is a terrible, forsaken and creepy place. Before I released the poor and frightened Argonian girl Dar-ma from her cell, I first killed as many of the cursed village's population as the law permits me (one survivor had given me valuable assistance against his own kind but another was just too chicken to press the attack and the law would have frowned on me assaulting him). After that I returned Dar-ma to the safety of her mother in Chorrol. But from time to time I may look in on the village of Hackdirt and see if any Brethren yet remain to feel my vengeance against their dark worship of ancient Nazi gods. It is a village where it often seems that no one stirs. And by the time I am finished with it, no one will! There is much to do on many worlds, but for now I am content to sate my bloodthirst in this quaint little fantasy world, even if the red dresses leave something to be desired and there aren't many explosions.

Oh dear, poor Gray Prince :'( He really did not like what I found out about his "birthright". I made the journey to Crowhaven. Such a creepy place! I knew I was not going to like what lay ahead, when I got attacked by three skeletons on my arrival. It is a very creepy and rundown looking fort and I almost thought about turning back. Even though I know that skeletons can be killed like everything else, they are just so unnatural and creepy as they walk around. I would much rather be ordering in restaurants. As I explored the eerie structure, I managed to have my first run in with vampires in the burial chambers. After being attacked by a crazed half naked vampire nobleman, I discovered the "proof" that The Gray Prince was looking for and... Oh dear! The proof of what his father was, certainly was not the kind of noble blood he wanted to be associated with.

I took the evidence back to poor Gray Prince with a heavy heart. I was not exactly tripping the light fantastique about giving him the news, but I had made a promise after all and bitterly regretted getting involved with the whole affair. The poor dear really did take the news very badly and selfishly I am glad that he gave me the training he promised first. Very good training it was too! I then proceeded to continue with my gladiatorial battles in the arena and won my way up to the rank of champion. I had grown fond of The Gray Prince, but he practically begged me to fight him. I did not wish to do so but... I admit that part of me really wanted to make a name for myself in the arena. As an actress I am used to being in the spotlight after all and people in Cyrodil... don't really go to the theatre all that often (of course with my friend Shosanna around, who can blame them?). I tried to reason with him in the arena. At first he did not want to even fight me and there was no way I was going to just kill a man in cold blood. But then Gray Prince turned horrible to me. He spit in my beautiful face and threatened to tell my ex husband Menelaus where I was living now. And there was such anger in his eyes that I believed him. I certainly could not take the chance that I would be hunted by that monster of a man again. So I did the only thing I could and let The Gray Prince have it! I was so angry that he might tell Menelaus about my new identity and whereabouts that I beat The Gray Prince to death with my bare hands. I cried afterwards and felt sick to my stomach and the blue team's gladiator in training was no help to me at all with his accusations. To make myself feel better, I took on another fight in the arena against a bear and two minotaurs (I had thought I had left the land of minotaurs behind when I took on my new identity). Still, the fame of being Grand Champion will be quite nice, my lovelies. And I already have my first adoring fan to follow me... although usually from a great distance when trouble is around.

After an unsettling dream in which a dark hooded man visited me in my sleep and called me a murderer, I decided I needed a change of location for a while. I made the journey to Bravil. On the way I found myself in a mysterious grove where I was beset by three minotaur lords (there is seemingly no getting away from them now!). But my luck changed at the sight of the most beautiful animal I have ever seen. I couldn't believe my eyes, even when I was able to mount it! I have found my very own unicorn I did not realise that such things even existed out of legends.

Grrrr, I found the Harcane Grove (I think that's the name) and the unicorn too! But I didn't have the unicorn for long. We got attacked by a bear and when I dismounted to attack the bear, the unicorn starting attacking me too and started pursuing me. I had to kill the stupid thing! I think the moral of the tale is: Never trust a unicorn - they'll stab you in the back every time!

The reason is the unicorn will attack you if you draw a weapon in its presence. Otherwise it is not hostile.

Oddly, I got attacked a couple of times on the road too. The unicorn didn't seem to mind me dismounting and attacking the bear or bandit on the road (the last time I was attacked on my journey, we just rode on and soon got out of range to safety) and even seemed to help. He didn't attack me and let me mount him again. I shall have to be careful around him from now on though, as I would hate to have to kill him if he did turn violent (I suppose Shosanna will claim it was a Nazi unicorn in her case ).

Well, the game tells me that the unicorn's horn is a quest item (and I found what quest via wiki), so at least my meeting with the unicorn served some purpose. I do seem to have been unlucky compared with Bridget's experiences of dismounting and defending herself though. Maybe it's different if the bear attacks the unicorn before you take out your weapon. What's done is done, but in future I guess I would just have rode on since the unicorn is immune to normal weapons anyway (and I haven't been using horses in my game, so I wasn't thinking about outriding as running away isn't my usual style of play). Thank you for replying




Well, what else could it have been? I should tell your unicorn that you're really a spy for the Allies and then see how much it likes you

Today my character explored bananasplits better cities and heard an insult that got me all reminiscent of morrowind from a dunmer.... "you remind me of my homeland...during the blight"

J-T turned his Waterfront shack into a skooma lab. Alchemy equipment and skooma bottles everywhere.

Strolled along into the Hackdirt Inn to catch a nights sleep and level up. Only to be woken by a man clad in only underwear, beating on me with a wooden club....

Aravry Serethi – Warlock
Early morning, on the 29th of Frostfall, I emerged from the ruins of Nenyond Twyll after learning the fate of fellow magister Mucianus Allias. After stopping by the Faregyl Inn for breakfast, I start on the march back to the Arcane University. I had been running quite some time, when upon reaching the top of a hill, at the bottom, a Minotaur is blocking the path. I slow down to catch my breath. With one hand I cautiously reach for the hilt of my ebony Shortsword and the other I reach up to cast a Shield spell, because I can tell by the monsters stance there is no way I am going any further without a fight.

I continue to walk forward and I see the creature lower his head and begin to charge. Bracing myself, I hurl a great fireball at the Minotaur. There is an explosion of fire and crash of metal as I am knocked back by the flaming creature. I quickly return to my feet and am able to chug a Restore Magicka potion while my opponent is still shaking off the flames. This time I charge in and slash my way through the thick hide of the beast. Seeing the monster stagger backward, I reach out with my left hand and a shocking touch sends him lifelessly rolling down the hillside.

As I contemplate making the walk down the hill to retrieve the semi-valuable horn of the minotaur, I am nearly knocked unconscious myself as the monsters brother sends me tumbling down the hill with a blow from his warhammer. Regaining my composure, I run back up the hill chasing a volley of fireballs unleashed toward the creature. While the stunned creature backs away from the flames, I reach the top of the hill and leap into the air and bring my blade down hard into the monsters neck. A second slash across the beast’s midsection brings him down in a heap of dead weight at my feet.

I take a step back, and admire my handiwork while wiping the blood from my sword. Suddenly, I feel an unnerving presence as a large shadow overcomes me. Here, I now stand face to face, looking into the enraged eyes of a Minotaur Lord, staring violently at me and the bodies of his fallen sons.

Buffy got scared by trolls, then had her butt kicked by a rat. :blush2: Here is a tiny snip from Episode 59 of her Journal:

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Rasping breaths came from behind me. The trolls were moving quickly and I wasn't prepared for two of them. Flustered, I clung to the shadows and tried to melt into the gray rock wall. If they saw me this close, even disappearing might not protect me from a lucky swing. Perhaps I could survive one hit from a troll, but not two. The huge beasts lumbered past and continued deeper into the cave. Finally, I allowed my captive breath to quietly escape.

Creeping forward, I could make out both trolls in the cavern ahead.

The farther of the two jerked from the impact of my poisoned arrow. Still undetected, I counted the seconds for my poison to run its course. This troll required a second arrow to make Azura's Star sing. Again, distance, shadow and Slayer's enchantments prevented my detection.

Before attacking the second troll, I poisoned an arrow and slipped it into my boot sheath. After casting my spell that briefly immobilized foes and weakened them to poison, I chased it with the arrow. Due to the spell, this troll died from only a single poisoned arrow.

Quietly moving toward the dead trolls I sensed a warning from Acadian.

Behind you again.

Before I could react, I felt something hit the back of my right hamstring and tear into my flesh. With a cry of pain, I staggered forward and turned around. The rat's next lunge was for my throat. Slayer came up defensively as magic flashed into the bow to protect it. I was barely fast enough to deflect the rat. Instinctively, flames leaped from my fingertips. Again and again. Several more spells continued to bounce the dead rat down the corridor before I realized I could stop. My heart pounding, leg screaming and hands shaking, I leaned against the tunnel's stone wall.

The throbbing in my leg radiated up into my hip and I felt my head spinning. Tears welled and I was having trouble concentrating as I drank a healing potion. Fumbling in my pack I found a piece of mandrake root and ate it. The dizziness subsided, allowing the concentration necessary to bring forth healing energy and channel it into my wound. I limped into the cavern containing the dead trolls.

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Well, this was a long day. I was in the north-east corner of Cyrodiil, chilling out and killing monsters when suddenly my companion, Vilja, says to me that she wants to lead the way. Of course, I'm more than happy to oblige and she begins walking south-west with me following her. I leave Duke Patrick's 'Follow that Actor!' mod on and go to make myself some food and come back to find that we've gone halfway across the map and we are still walking. I wait for another long while only to find out that she has just walked me from the north-east corner of the map to the south-west!