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when I actually am able to play the game again (swamped in Oblivion projects for now, working on Duke Patrick's Combat Magic at this time......no "play the game" for me just now) I have GOT to try this Vilja companion mod....

Quim Roscas (my character) decided to go for a stroll south of Anvil to find some Nirnroot. He′s willing to find some samples to finally be able to taste the grand elixir of exploration. while using his hand-to-hand skills to crush some mudcrabs for his dinner, he stumbles upon a cave, but cannot venture inside because he has no key. Frustrated, he then returns to the chapel of Anvil to get his daily blessings. After a short conversation with a citizen in the chapel he tries to sneak inside the undercroft. Astonished, his heart starts beating uncontrollably when he discovers he just diturbed a tomb filled with ghosts. In fear he then runs away from the chapel and retuns home for his delicious mudcrab dinner.

My incredibly Nord Monsterslayer, Beowulf, just slaughtered a entire cave of Goblins with his barehands and did it shirtless.

Buffy is exhausted. She and her mare have dragged us all over Cyrodiil delivering presents to her many friends. In Tamriel, such is the custom for the holiday known as Saturalia, which is celebrated on Evening Star, the 25th.

http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv43/Acadian6/ScreenShot731.jpg

Warm wishes, and the blessings of Mara to all of our friends.
Buffy, Acadian and Superian.
:wavey:

Cal got paralyzed fighting spider daedra. How should I have known they move so quickly? Well, Cal got up and decided to run to the priory of the nine. Did it help? No. Everyone, dead. Darn daedra! Oblivion gates all around the priory, and a spider daedra moving from the southeast. A Golden Saint might help? it did. Sure, the spider daedra killed the saint and found me after running, but a well pierced arrow took it down. Time to take Goldbrand to Skingrad. And ebony blade. and saviours hide.

A snip from Episode 60 of Buffy's Journal:

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"The Count sent you? I guess that'll have to do. I'm Sir Mazoga." She then took a deep breath and sighed. "Yes, I'm an orc. I was born under a rock and I have no parents, so I don't need a family name." Her rote recital made it clear this was not the first time she had explained her heritage.

"Well met, Mazoga. I'm Buffy." At least I didn't stammer. In fact, I managed a tentative smile as I added, "I'm an orphan without a family name too."

"I guess you don't know how to talk to a knight, so I'll teach you. Say: Yes, Sir Mazoga."

My smile evaporated. Her response to my attempt at kindness infuriated me. Bristling, I stared up at the orc. The fingers of my right hand twitched slightly as I thought about the Cobra's Dance power that could drop her to the floor and allow me time to back up and open fire with Slayer. My mouth opened to speak, then it closed again. Mind your temper, Buffy.

I looked at the long blade hanging from Mazoga's sword belt. The grip was well worn. Both the pommel and cross guard were of a translucent green material that likely infused the blade hidden within its scabbard. The orcish armor and elven shield were liberally decorated by dents and nicks - undoubtedly the result of many encounters with tooth, arrow and blade. I realized that if I started a fight, the guards would join this orc to quickly cut me down. If I antagonized Mazoga to attack first, I would not survive her opening strike. No, Buffy; don't let your dragon spirit draw your butterfly butt into a fight you can't win. Besides, you have a task here.

Swallowing my anger, I eased my clenched jaw enough to free the words, "Yes, Sir Mazoga."

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Merari is an Altmer.

He isnt very social with other people, and currently a vampire so avoids them even more.
He has the cure, hes just experimenting with vampirism to further his understanding of magic and be able to raid dungeons better. He does warn the bandits and marauders its a bad idea to attack a full blown vampiric Altmer with a talent for illusion, destruction and creative enchanting, but they never seem to listen.

Lately hes been standing on a beach from dusk to dawn, near Aleswell, and letting mudcrabs pummel his platemail.
Hes getting very close to mastery of endurance and the beasts hardly hinder him while he ponders about the future. He ignores them.

The visions are very troublesome. He still has that amulet the emperor gave him and something tells him it might be a good idea to pay that Jauffrey a visit soon. He stares at the stars until dawn.
When the sun starts to hurt he waves a hand and sends the mudcrabs on a short fiery flight. He sighs, changes certain enchantments, becomes invisible and reaches fort Caractacus quick as lightning, sleeps for another day.

I named my character Dante after the great poet. So...

Today Dante walked back to Anvil from a disappointing journey to the ship master only to learn that ships cost much more than 5000 Septims.
He avoided some Sylvan Warmages outside an Ayleid ruin, tried to save an Argonian from them but failed, and made it back to Anvil promptly before everyone turned on there lights making it a more hospitable city.
Then he fell into the bay and surprisingly met a Maormer who was, as he stated, not here to invade Tamriel.


Yes I run a modded game.

My character, a Breton called Emra (one which earned the grand title as my display name, despite us having barely anything in common) finished the Leyawiin recommendation. She felt strange, wondering why Kalthar would do all this. She didn't understand it when he said 'I'll give it back! After I've got what I wanted.' Dagail's warning, for lack of a better word, worried her as well.

Despite the urge to just return to Bravil and pretend that nothing happened, she continued on to Cheydinhal for her next recommendation. She helped the people of Cropsford with fairly little goblin bloodshed by returning the goblin totem back to its original owners.

Emra camped near a lake close to an Aylied ruin that night, and the day after that she made it to Cheydinhal. She sold some alchemical items and potions she made to Borba gra-Uzgash, struggling to get her to pay a decent price. She never has been good talking to orcs, and often felt like they'd get annoyed and smash her head in with their bare hands. Her encounters with several orcs afterwards made her feel no better.

Emra found the Mage's Guild and entered, hoping that it would grant sanctuary from the mean, scary wary orcs. She didn't. though there were no orcs, there was an extremely stuck up Altmer who gave her a strange job. After talking with Deetsan, she got more worried. Emra's skill with Alteration wasn't good enough to cast the spell the Argonian taught her, so she wondered

She went inside the well like Falcar asked, and was shocked to find a body lying on the floor like it was weighed down. Shuddering, Emra looked around his body for the ring. She found that she got weighed down, so she left it behind, hoping to ask Deetsan if she had a potion that could help.

Emra didn't need it. Deetsan told her about Falcar's hissy fit, and was shocked to find out about Falcar's identity as a necromancer. After all this, Emra felt even more discouraged about people in general, and later when she helped the town be rid of Ulrich's ridiculous fines, she suddenly felt angry. She was always taught that there was good in everyone, but the recent events with the Mage's Guild and the Emperor's assassination made her doubt that. She directed that anger at Ulrich, who was rotting in jail. She agreed with Llevana, he deserved more then that. Everyone who kills for their own gain does, and she found herself wondering if she could sneak into the jail and kill him herself.

Emra shook away this thought... or tried to. She left Cheydinhal the following day to go to Bruma for her next recommendation.

(Ironically, it started to rain after Aldos Othran's death. O_O I found it very fitting with the scene.)

Thanks to mods I've downloaded from TES NEXUS, I have created an young Imperial male named Kenny Valin and roleplaying that he's blind. He wears a blindfold to hide injuries he sustained from a horrible explosion when he practiced alchemy at age eight. He also has a staff that he uses as a blunt weapon and as a cane to move around.

Introductions aside, let's begin his story! (AN: It's in the same universe as Gregreo Oscarus and having just created him, he hasn't done much yet)

Kenny's a beggar in the Imperial City. He lives in the Market District in front of the Slash 'n' Smash store among the barrels and sacks. So far he's wandering the streets trying to save up enough money for food while people either clicked their tongues in pity, sneered, or outright snorted at him. A kindly old man who was a retired mage almost bumped into him and gave him some coins out of pity.

Near lunch, he counted what he had and learnt he had 24 coins, enough to get some bread and a drink. He traveled to the Feed Bag and bought them. Before he could leave, he hears someone talking, an Argonian.

ARGONIAN: Did you hear about Lord Gregreo of Skingrad?

The person whom the Argonian was talking to, a Redguard, responded.

REDGUARD: Yes, I heard they adopted a Nordic child. Ojia Highlander?*

ARGONIAN: I hope they know how to handle her. I'm told the Nords can be...difficult to raise.

Not knowing who Gregreo was, Kenny paused and called out.

KENNY: Who is Gregreo?

The patrons let out gasps of shock and disbelief.

ARGONIAN: By the Nine Divines! Have you been living under a rock, beggar? Gregreo is the one who helped end the Oblivion Crisis! He's the Master of the Fighter's Guild and lord of a manor in Skingrad!

REDGUARD: And married to a fine young lass.

Then someone else spoke, a Dunmer this time.

DUNMER: How old is Ojia?

ARGONIAN: Ah...about seven, I do believe. Seven or eight.

Kenny nodded and made his way out of the Feed Bag with his lunch.
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* Yes, Alga Highlander in my sig is the descendant of Ojia Highlander.

Today Veronica visited her hometown Cheydinhal... she talked to everyone and visited all the buildings there. Then she arrived at the Imperial City and run to the Arena to make some money, she fought 3 Minotour Lords and beat them with her special Bow! she earned 2500 gold.
Then she arrived at shivering isles, she take a look in Dark Seducers Lair and Golden Saints Lair, but unfortunatly she was denied to enter into the Dark Seducers Lair.
She go back to Cyrodiil and kill some Mud Crabs...
Then she go back to Skingrad to her house.

Buffy got dragged into a fight at Fisherman's Rock in Chapter 62 of her Journal. Here's a snip:

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I began calmly moving toward a firing position, formulating plans, increasing my distance and offsetting myself from Mazoga. In addition to the Nord that I presumed to be Mogens Wind-Shifter, there was a Dunmeri archer and two Khajiit equipped with an axe and war hammer respectively. I was sure my precautions would not be necessary. After all, even Mazoga wouldn't lead us into a straight-up fight against twice our number.

Would she?

"You're a lying pile of troll dung." Mazoga snarled as the emerald blade of her long sword sang from its scabbard. "You killed Ra'vindra and now I'm going to kill you!"

So much for talking. My heart bounced up to my throat. The Nord drew his dagger.

Cobra's Dance flew from my fingertips quickly enough that it hit Mogens in the chest before Mazoga could get in the way. As the Nord fell helplessly to the ground, Mazoga was frighteningly efficient. She thrust her sword into his bare chest, twisted it viciously, then yanked it free to the sound of escaping air.

The Dunmer's arrow that struck Mazoga's hip caused her to wince with pain. It also condemned the orc's next target. She moved quickly to the nearby archer, forcing the dark elf to switch from her bow to a dagger.

The Khajiit with the war hammer started to circle around behind Mazoga.

My first arrow staggered the other Khajiit - the one with the axe running toward me. I immediately chased the arrow with a spell that caused him to flee in terror and give me a few seconds.

I loosed a second arrow into the other Khajiit, knocking her off balance and interrupting the raised war hammer intended for Mazoga. By chasing this arrow with a fear spell as well, I was able to provide my ally a moment alone with the Dunmer.

Mazoga shield-swept away the dagger of the lunging archer. She then stepped back and, with a quick slash, opened the Dunmer's throat with such ferocity it nearly severed her head. Bright crimson spurts arced from the elf's wound as she fell.

The Khajiit closest to me had recovered from my spell and charged again. My third arrow of the fight caused him to drop his axe and collapse.

Much less than one minute had passed, and three of the gang were now dead. I nocked an arrow, but quickly realized it would not be needed. The remaining Khajiit, with her war hammer raised high, swung downward. Mazoga deftly sidestepped, and the warhead of the hammer thudded harmlessly into the dirt. The momentum of the massive weapon carried the Khajiit to one knee. Hopelessly off balance, overextended and outmatched, the cat woman raised her head to look up at the orc.

Staring at the back of the Khajiit, I knew she did not have time to stand upright, much less raise her heavy weapon from the ground. Although I felt no pity for her, I was glad I couldn't see her face.

The waist-level swing of Mazoga's long sword was a green blur. The forward quarter of the blade hit the side of the Khajiit's head with a sickening crack. I couldn't tell if the noise was caused by cleaving her skull or from snapping her neck. Regardless, she was dead.

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Good text Acadian! congratulations! its a wonderfull text!

Back from the Holidays, Camarilla finally got some much needed exercise:

The days that followed my promotion to Arena Champion proved to be a blur of unfamiliar and well known faces alike. Strangers approached me in the streets and wanted my signature on copies of the Fighter's Guild posters they had torn from the walls. Kids ran behind me everywhere I went, chanting my name and pretending to be me in ragged homemade 'golden armors' emulating mine own. I needed to get out of IC, but something told me a brief trip wouldn't do the trick this time. I had to relocate.

During a trip to Bruma I had stumbled upon an old shack in the woods, which appeared to have been abandoned. It would serve well as a temporary refuge, but needed some serious work done before it was even inhabitable. I rented a mule, packed my stuff and headed for the mountains. The shack was overgrown with vines, floor boards were missing, it had cobwebs everywhere and I even think a badger lived in the basemant. This would require a lot more work than expected, but I put on my work clothes and tool belt and got down to it. It would be a nice distraction from the adventuring too.

When I was finally done it had been almost two weeks, but the place looked like http://i55.tinypic.com/34hi9lf.jpg. Temporarily at least.

The repairs had cost quite a few septims as I had to buy lumber and what not in Bruma. Once again the coffers were empty. Also, my sword arm had started to itch again. All it had been swinging lately was a hammer and a saw. The two problems combined brought up the only obvious solution I could think of: Challenge the Grey Prince for the Grand Champion title. There should be quite a few coins in that, and there would certainly be enough of a challenge. If I had to deal with the fans anyway, I might as well be Grand Champion.

I packed up my armor and weapons, locked up the cabin as best I could (I put a log in front of the door and hung a sign saying 'Don't enter, I live here!'), and wandered down the narrow path with the view of the grand arena below me.

At the Arena I was greeted by a half-crazed elf, who turned out to be my most adoring fan, as he put it. He wouldn't leave me alone, and it wasn't until Owyn threw him out we got some quiet time. I explained to Arena people what I had in mind, and they all got very excited by the prospect of such a fight. As it were, I had to go and challenge Agronak myself, as per the rules.

The Grand Champion himself hadn't been seen at the Arena for some time. Actually not since I brought him the news of his heritage. I found him outside, in the gardens, and issued the challenge. At first he didn't seem to hear me, so I said it again.

"Hail, Grand Champion of The Arena, honored be thy name. I, Camarilla Zext, Arena Champion, hereby challenges you to duel for the title of Grand Champion as is my rig..."
"Yes yes yes, I heard you the first time, little girl. Why are you in such a hurry to die?"
"Erhh...I was kinda planning on winning..?"
"Very well.....I accept. Now, go away and leave me alone in my misery."

The once proud Half-Orc was clearly still marked by the news I had brought him. Even though I was going to fight him for my life, I still felt bad for him. It had been quite a blow for him to learn of his father's vampirism.

The fight was set to take place three days from now. Time enough to gather the crowds and place the bets. The Fighter's Guild had dusted off the finest pencil pushers as well, and they were all present in the stands on the day of the great event. No publicity like it.

The hour before the fight was the most nervous I had ever been. Even more so than for my very first fight. What the hell was I thinking, challenging the Grand Champion?! A Half-Orc, twice my size, twice my strength and only the Nine knows how many times my experience in battle. I had to use all my cunning, my agility, my speed, every trick I knew, just to stay alive. There was no hope of wearing him out, he was as fit as any fighter I had ever seen. By the Nine, he had taught me the best moves I had, and how many more did he have in store that I didn't know about?! My only comfort was that this time I'd be in my own armor, tailored to my size and fighting style. It allowed for free movement so I could move as quickly as possible and hopefully dodge his blows while I waited for my opening.

A roar arose from the Arena above, and dust fell from the ceiling. The place had to be packed. The heavy oak beams holding the ceiling were creaking with the weight of the spectators as they were cheering the announcer's words. I checked my armor one last time, then wrapped my old good-luck rag around my left wrist and grabbed the hilt of my sword. Tight. Owyn stood in front of me, ready to slide my helmet on. As he did I noticed the nervous look in his eyes. Hah, if he was nervous, imagine what I felt!

With that he slapped my ass and sent me up the ramp with the words: "Go get him, pumpkin, and try to not get that cute ass of yours spanked." Good old Owyn, he still knew what he was doing. Apparently he wasn't afraid of the knee-job he'd be getting when I returned either.

As the gate lowered before me, I vaguely heard the arena announcer present me as 'The Golden Maiden'. It must have been Owyn's idea. Not that it mattered right now. I always seem to get distracted by details right in the last second. Focus!

I walked slowly toward the center of the Arena, raising my sword in greeting. The crowd went wild. What a rush this was! When the roar died down, The Grey Prince was announced as he slowly walked up from the opposite side to meet me. The roar was not as loud. Could it really be that I had the crowd on my side? A small glimmer of hope, but it all counted at this point.

Facing the Prince, our eyes met as our blades crossed in salute. And then I saw it. I saw the sadness in his eyes. He did not look a seasoned fighter, a predator looking for another kill. His shoulders were hanging and his back was bent. And that was all I had time to notice, as suddenly his ebony blade came down upon me like a lightning strike. I let the blow glance of my shield and spun to counter attack. Obviously he had anticipated that and blocked with ease. He drove me around the arena like he was herding a sheep to its slaughter, occasionally allowing me to attack, but it was clear he was the better fighter. I tried to fight on my own terms, fast moves, rolls, dodges, but he caught me out wherever I went, fighting with the calm of a seasoned professional. The fight seemed to last forever. I imagine he was playing to the crowd. Giving them a show before he finished it off. It made my temper flare, being played with like a cat plays with a mouse! It put me on the offense, and I rained the blows down on him, tried to bully him into making a mistake. And then, finally, it happened.

I took a long leap forward, attacking from the right, then a powerful strike from the left, and finished the combination with a powerful spin jump. As I swung my head around to take aim halfway through the spin, I saw his lips move. I heard him almost whisper "..Goodbye..", and then he dropped his shield ever so slightly, allowing the edge of my sword to connect with his neck and remove that sad look from his face. He died like a Champion, with a smile on his face.

I didn't even hear the crowd, but gave them the http://i51.tinypic.com/27yvhqp.jpg I knew they wanted before I turned to walk as fast as I could down the ramp to the Bloodworks. Before my tears broke through.

Grand Champion...what a hoax!

Disillusioned with my recent exploits in the Arena, I withdrew from civilization for several weeks.

I roamed the countryside, carrying with me only the most essential gear; my bow, my sword and a light armor, for summer had come to Cyrodiil at last. I saw the great Jerall Mountains, I saw the rolling hills and lush vinyards near Skingrad. I saw the swamps at Bravil, and the beautiful beaches of the Gold Coast, and finally I ended up in Leyawiin, a small city in the southernmost part of Cyrodiil, where the Lower Niben runs into the Topal Sea.

Finally, in Leyawiin I found some peace of mind, and my wanderlust subsided. For a while at least. The city was a beautiful calm place right on the Niben riverbank, and the multicolored vegetation, the birdsong and the buzzing of bees instantly made me relax. I swam in the river every day, and soon got to know some of the locals. I found out that a house was for sale in the city and went over to see it. It wasn't much to look at, but certainly a step up from my Waterfront shack. I arranged the purchase with the Count Caro. I had picked up some gemstones and magic rings during my travels, and we made the trade so I also could furnish the house somewhat.

It is a peaceful little place, much more so than IC. Many of the cat-people and the lizard-breed live here, all mingling and blending together with friendly joking going on between the races. I'm starting to realize what a rat-race IC is, and I think I shan't be going back there anytime soon. In fact, I've dispatched a messenger from the local chapter of the Fighter's Guild to have my belongings brought down here. They promoted me to some higher rank after I became Grand Champion, so I can do that now. They also told me that the guild owns a large hunting lodge just outside Bruma, and that it is at my full disposal. Maybe I'll check it out when I feel like moving north again. I guess it would be better than the tiny shack in the woods, at least. I've been hanging out with some of the guild members here in town, and had quite a bit of fun with three of the guys over at the local inn. Contracts are apparently hard to come by here, so they're just enjoying themselves at the inn until business picks up again.

I've gathered quite a few ingredients for my potions, which I've started brewing more frequently now. The plant life is so rich here, particularly across the river in the mighty Black Forest. Small villages and farmyards are scattered up along the river, and people are friendly and sell good ingredients too. My potions get better and better for every day.

I'm taking a break from adventuring and will be relaxing in my new home for some time. See what happens. Life is not too bad.

Phoss, this is perhaps Cararilla's best entry yet! :goodjob:

Edit: Oops: Camarilla - so sorry!

Thank you very much =). It was actually more of a break and to cover a lot of dungeon diving and random adventuring =P

Well my character died while breaking the siege of Kvatch and Martin totally looted his body before it had even fallen to the ground. Opportunistic much?

Well, all my characters just died.

Why?

RROD

R.I.P.

Gregreo Oscarus
Kenny Valrus
The Argonian I mentioned

I'll just have to get a new one in time for Skyrim.

A snip from Episode 64 of Buffy's Journal:

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As I turned to proceed alone back toward the glowing life signs, the orc stopped me by engulfing my upper arm in her hand. She then gently pivoted me around to face her. In the dim light cast by the pink halo surrounding Mazoga, I could see concern on her face and a question in her eyes.

She allowed me to pull her head and shoulders down until I could place my mouth near her ear. I whispered, "Let's try my way. If it doesn't work, I know who to run to."

Clinging to shadows, I crept silently to the threshold of the room containing the three figures. The dim light of a glow stone embedded in the ceiling was augmented by several candles. I could see a Breton woman with a dagger at her hip and cup in her hand. She was arguing loudly with a Redguard whose drink sloshed from a metal tankard. A mace hung from his sword belt. Black Brugo was easy to spot as he used his tusks to snap the glass top off a bottle of ale. The orc had a blade like Mazoga's at his waist and he looked just as deadly.

I didn't want Mazoga in the middle of this, and was thankful that I had a plan to minimize risk to. . . my friend.

Magic flowed into my right hand. I pointed toward Black Brugo and a swirling emerald illusion leaped from my fingertips. Even before the spell struck, I was backing out of the room.

By Mara! Shouts, weapons being drawn, more shouts, steel on steel, cries of pain. The command spell, which had convinced Black Brugo to wield his blade on my behalf, was causing havoc. I quietly continued backing into the entry corridor, then melted into the shadows. The trap was set, and Mazoga now guarded the only escape.

I watched the clashing dance of pink glows on the other side of the wall until there were two. Eventually, only one remained. Black Brugo limped from the room and headed for the exit - and Mazoga.

I selected an arrow as the heavily armored green titans charged each other. Blades crashed into shields. The narrow corridor greatly constrained both orcs' ability to manuever, but also provided me a steady target.

The impact of my armor-piercing arrow in the center of Brugo's back caused his arms and head to involuntarily jerk rearward. Mazoga wasted no time exploiting the opening as she ferociously thrust into his exposed neck. Before I could nock a second arrow, the leader of the Black Bow Bandits was dead.

* From Buffy's scrapbook: http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv43/Acadian6/Cho%20Bk%201/ScreenShot737.jpg

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Seems we're currently aligned on our quests. Camarilla's will follow soon (Buffy wins on planning and finesse in execution...times 10 =)

Buffy is trying to learn how to fight Daedra so she can help Savlian Matius at Kvatch. She figures that by visiting the shines of Daedra Lords, maybe that will help her. Well, she's in Leyawiin to do a task for Sanguine. In trying to wriggle her way into an invitation to one of Countess Leyawiin's dinner parties, she got roped into investigating this mysterious and surely orc, and, well she figures if she can get knighted, it might help her get a dinner invitation and. . . oooh! Is that something shiny over there? :ahhh:

Heh, I ran across that shrine too on my travels and am currently sweet-talking the countess. I even sent for my best ball gown to be shipped down to Leyawiin. =)

And yes, I do believe it is, how purty!

Today Lothran cleared out a den of bandits near Bruma. Capstone Cave I believe it′s called. After that he got home to rest, and the following evening after taking care of some business in town he headed down to the Tap and Tack for a pleasant chat with his best friends.

Although... he didn′t see Buffy there yet

Today, Arianya was traveling to a location given to her by Umbacano. She is not allowed to look at the map outside of her house, so we got turned around. It was late and raining hard, and we ducked into a cave to find a bedroll. Turned out to be infested with goblins. As she made her way through the cave, our arrow supply depleted, except 9 prized glass arrows. At the last large room, she was attacked by 7 goblins. (One hit, takes about half my health down in melee, all I have is a bound dagger, so this is bad.) She backpedaled down a narrow tunnel to minimize their flanking, and started firing down the hallway. What was strange, was that when I heard that my quiver was empty, the cave went back to being silent. She made her way down the narrow hallway, to find all goblins dead, and she was able to retrieve all 9 glass arrows from her enemy. Nice.