I don't have character in progress. I need one but I've realized every character I've made a thread about fails miserably

Go Gregreo! =D

Come to think about it, he may have also did it with Catherine in a secret room in Cloud Ruler Temple after the Battle of Bruma and nine months later, Catherine was nowhere to be found.

Uh...yeah, I'm wondering what's gotten into Gregreo....

Zexxis spent the morning fletching arrows from wolf bones. Afterwards he headed into Leyawin to pick up a few supplies from the Five Claws Lodge, before striking out south along the shore of Topal bay. He didn't find much, though he did encounter a couple strange trolls, and a fairly empty cave. He also stopped to contemplate what looked like the ruins of an unfinished house on an island a little ways from shore, connectedf only with a rickety bridge. (Who needs bridges? Swim!), before heading North and finding a standing stone with the Serpent engraved upon it, and an empty camp nearby. He made camp there for the night.

btw, how do you take pictures of the game? Is there a guide as to how? I'd love to show you pictures of Gregreo from my PC.

Here is a very basic guide to get you started. It is from one of the pinned FAQ threads here:

http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/323312-important-oblivion-general-forum-information-/page__p__5216396&#entry5216396

Yay! Thanks! You'll be seeing Gregreo soon on here.

My character Kristen decided that she wanted revenge against the Sintav clan and Audens Avidius for them falsely imprisoning her. Needless to say a 3040 bounty 2 Sintav sisters murdered and a Imperial Forester Legion murdered is a good start for her revenge tour.

I was able to figure out how to take pics in Oblivion, but now I can't find the Oblivion directory for the screens.

They are in your root folder for Oblivion, most likely C:/Program Files/Bethesda/Oblivion/

That's the problem. I don't think I can find the root folder.

With Carius tucked in and Jorundr's treasure safely stowed away in my sack, it was time to find some answers to the vampire issue. It would certainly be best if I had something to present by the time Carius regained his wits.

After talking to the widow and people around town, it became apparent that Bradon and the supposed slayer, Raynil, had some connection. This was confirmed by a journal I found while...hanging out at Olav's, where Raynil also had lodged. Putting all the pieces together, with the help of the widow, it appeared that Raynil had played his old partners for the grand prize.

Next morning I sought out Carius at the city guard barracks, and he looked like he was ready to climb into a mouse hole out of shame. The hangover didn't make it any better. I let him off easy and ignored last night's events as I presented him with my findings. He gave me the location of a cave outside of Bruma matching the description from the journal. I armored up and made my way out there. Sure enough, in the old half flooded and misty cave I found the dark elf I was looking for:

"So, you finally caught up with me, adventurer. I had hoped for a head start, but I can see I'll have to finish matters he..*SMACK*

I planted the pommel of my sword square between his eyes, and he staggered backwards, trying to regain composure with the blood squirting from his nose.

"I'm here for your precious artifact, Dunmer, not your fancy words. Where is it?"
"You...you broke my nose, you Breton tramp!"
"I'll break more than that...slayer"

With that he drew an elvish blade of some sort, and threw himself at me in a rage. This is how I used to fight, and as I crouched down and thrust my sword upwards, letting the Dunmer use his own weight to impale him, it became apparent to me that my training had been worthwhile or I would eventually have ended up skewered like this.

I searched his dead body and found the keys the journal had spoken of, and deeper inside the cave I found the chest containing the artifact. An amulet of sorts, and a rather plain looking one at that.

I left Raylin where he had fallen, and ran back to the city to give the widow the good news. She was delighted at the revenge of her husbands death, and offered the amulet as reward. After she had spoken a word over it, it revealed its true potency, and I tucked it away in my pack with the other goodies Bruma had rewarded me with over the past few week.

With that I'd had enough of Frostfall in Bruma, and headed back to the Waterfront. I had so much stuff in my pack, and in my chests for that matter, that it was time to sit down and go through it all and sell off the excess loot. Hopefully it would finance some new clothes, YAY!

Right click your Oblivion Shortcut on the desktop, click open file location, and there is your Root folder.

Today I was playing the character I specifically created to wipe out cities at a time. I stood in a bedroom at some inn and summoned scamp after scamp (to level conjuration), then I killed them off using an iron dagger (to level blade), all while jumping around in circles (athletics/acrobatics) and with the difficulty slider all the way to the right (heavy armor when the scamp attacks). If you hadn't noticed I'm not roleplaying on this character. His name is Demon, and he is a red orc. This is all preparation for the killing spree of a lifetime...

MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

:flamethrower::snoring:

Faire Nalesdane shivered. http://img138.imageshack.us/i/screenshot31nv.png/ had blond hair that was tied back for practicality in combat, but was of a nice length at the front. Her eyes were a light blue, and her clothes were rather tomboyish.
She was an Ainmhe so she had cat like ears rising up from her head which she couldn't hide, but the enchanted glasses she wore hid her tail from view.

She hated Bruma, the island she had lived on for most of her life had been a generally warm climate so she was not used to the cold.
'Hail!' One of the guards greeted as she walked away from the castle. She ignored him and pulled her ranger coat tighter around her.
It was night time now and, aside from a couple of guards, the steets of Bruma were mostly empty, so she made good time as she travelled to one of the gates.
'Your out late this evening ma'am.' A guard commented as she was leaving. He decided not to press the matter however after a stern look from Faire.

'Jorunder's location better be right.' She muttered under her breath. 'I need that money to pay for my blade training.'
As she got near to the location however, she noticed a figure in chainmail. It was Tyrellius Logellus of the Bruma guard.
'I'm here for Jorundr's gold, and you're my only loose end. I'd been hoping to get someone in his cell and loosen his lips, and then you showed up. You really should be more careful when you talk in the dungeons... the sound tends to carry. Jorundr's such an idiot. I've taken care of Arnora, she won't be around to point the finger. And Jorundr's not going anywhere for a long time. That just leaves you...'

She quickly drew her swords. As the guard clumsily swung at her, she rolled out of the way behind him and attempted to stab him through the gut.
She heard him laugh as her swords clinked off the chainmail somehow. He must be wearing something enchanted underneath! she thought.
He swept his sword around him on the ground. Faire jumped up, dodging the attack, but lost balance mid-air and tumbled over on the ground.
As he went in the for the killing blow, she quickly rolled out of the way, getting back up on her feet in the process.
As Tyrellius turned, she began a relentless barrage of pain as she aimed for his unprotected face.
Tyrellius blocked every hit, but he couldn't move his sword to attack and had to stay in defense.
So she did the unexpected, she jumped up high, above Tyrellius' head and over it, beheading him before he could react.

Sheathing her swords and wiping her brow, she found the chest Jorunder had informed her of and took her well deserved pay.
She briefly considered burying Tyrellius, but she decided that it would be too much effort. He was a corrupt guard, he deserved to be food for the ravens.
She no longer felt cold after the fight, but she didn't enjoy the battle like she normally would.
She shook her head. Deciding to help Arnora with her shady deal was a bad idea from the start.

Ezra gained two levels today, just because we were spamming Charm-spells to get people to like her and her Illusion wouldn't stop leveling! Now we're sort of worried about going out of the cities, since with MMM there's bound to be new, terrifying beasties that are able to squish Ezra with just one finger.

At least she's a Journeyman of Illusion now, so she has a few pretty effective Invisibility spells - we can now run away from fights! We're getting to know each other better now, and she's starting to feel like she's not completely useless. We can probably take on some more beasties soon, as soon as we've gathered enough courage to stray out into the wild, that is... ^_^

I took my latest archer into the fort at Pale Pass with her newly enchanted bow to celebrate reaching level 75 in marksman. Using Detect Life and Sneaking, she discovered that the undead Akaviri make particularly annoying targets, as they fly apart when knocked down by a x3 sneak attack and she has to wait until they "collect themselves" before she can shoot again. Eventually she just runs past them and delivers the orders, because it's all wait and no action the other way.

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havn't played the game for well over a year and installed it recently on my 'new' Laptop ....

Today I deceided to play again, Installed a couple of mods (need to find some more trough) ...

This time a Argonian named the 'The Nameless One' I used to play him way back ... This is shady Argonian who thinks Argonians are superior over all races, ofcourse this doesn't say his a hack and slash character , ofcourse not he is a shady assassin ... For the moment I only killed Rufio and a couple of non Argonian Beggars ... He joined the Dark Brotherhood ... And for the Alchemy Supplies he joined the Mages Guild and also for 'Undercover' ... Today or a couple of 3/4 days in game ... He started out from his shack in the Imperial City to the Inn of Ill Omen ... To Cheydindalh where he currently stays ...

Having obtained his final recommendation by retrieving the Seer's Stone for Dagail from Fort Blueblood and ending the schemes of the disgruntled Nord Kalthar, Dere rested easy in the Leyawiin guild hall last night. Early next morning, he clamored back onto his horse and began the long trek north... back to the Imperial City, for the Arcane University beckoned. He returned late in the afternoon after a brief stop for lunch on-the-go in Bravil, allowed Raminus to speak the magic words, and received his green bag... err... Apprentice robe to signify his new rank. Dere is going to spend the remainder of the day relaxing and practicing his potion brewing, having finally finished his first real adventure.

But there is no rest for the weary... there is so much to do now that Dere has earned his admission to the University. He found an interesting book in the Leyawiin hall about certain Ayleid Stepstones, and this is going to spur him into another adventure soon enough... one far grander than the seeking of recommendations. Plus, rumors have reached his ears of a clandestine organization who meets in the Garden of Dareloth in the Waterfront every midnight during Dere's brief stay in Bravil, and these rumors have peaked our mischievous little Bosmer's interest.

Oh noes, not the dreaded green bag! oo:

Yesterday Teresa visited the shrine of Azura, and took up the goddess of dusk and dawn's quest to put her followers out of their vampiric misery. The note found on the last vampire's body weighed heavily upon her mind. There but for the grace of the goddess, Teresa thought, she might one day go too. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/subrosa_florens/oblivion/Oblivion511.jpg

Today Teresa bumped into Praxedes Afranius on the Red Ring Road, and escorted her safely back to the Imperial City. It was a good thing Teresa was around, otherwise the Will-o-the-Wisp in Fort Empire probably would have made short work of Praxedes.

Silvonwe got rid of a certain group of vampire hunters for a certain nobleman, in exchange for information the Mages Guild needs. She then visited a grouchy friend at one of the daedric shrines, who gave her the final training she needed to master Conjuration. She can now summon a Dremora Lord!

A snip from Chapter 52 of Buffy's Journal -

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I shook my head. "No. You must hold this small band together." I took another pace back. "If you enter that gate and don't return, the entire effort here at the barricade will fall apart, and nothing will stand between those Daedra and Cyrodiil." As I took yet a third step back, Savlian's eyes flashed in response.

He cocked his head suspiciously. "Buffy, what are you-"

I spun around and sprinted for the gate.

"Stop right there!" roared Savlian.

The sound of a sword singing free of its scabbard behind me was the last thing I heard before I leaped through the giant gate of fire.

Upon emerging, I was gripped by terror. It looked just like the image Acadian had shown me - Mehrunes Dagon's Deadlands. I was immediately approached by a Kvatch soldier. Before he could speak however, a scamp appeared from between two rocks next to us and began forming a fireball. Energy instinctively flew from my fingertips. The soldier quickly gored the now docile Daedra. I could see two young clannfears in the distance charging our way.

I reached up over my shoulder for Slayer. From behind me, a gauntleted hand wielding a shield suddenly swept around my left side and slammed into my chest. I was lifted from my feet and pinned between the shield and cuirass of its owner. "Follow me!" The booming voice was that of Savlian Matius, and his words were directed at the soldier in front of me. Savlian then jumped back through the gate carrying me with him as if I were a child's toy.

As soon as the three of us were clear of the gate, Savlian dropped me to the ground unceremoniously. I winced as a small section of my hair that had apparently been caught between his cuirass and left pauldron was torn from my scalp. I scrambled to my feet, rubbing the back of my head.

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aquired after a bit fighting that pirate hole below Anvil and now sneakin' and burglin' into Anvil ... Fund racing for Benirus Manor since Vampire Captain Zorgan also needs a home ...

I had been hanging out with Methredel a lot lately, she was doing well with the thieves guild now. Even though her and Armand were supposed to be somewhat of a thing now, he keeps coming on to me. I even agreed to do a job for the thieves guild, just to keep him off my back for a while. The gold I made by selling off all my loot, Methredel and I quickly spent on http://i52.tinypic.com/14xngqw.jpg and wine. Once again I was broke, and I had to do a few more fights at the Arena to keep the Septims coming in. With Armand being a continuous nuisance, I decided it was time to hit the road again. To think I used to find him attractive, and now he's nothing more than a pathetic excuse of a man. I actually woke up one night with him sitting on a chair next to my bed staring at me. Creepy.

I decided to head west, towards Skingrad. I had collected a great deal of this plant called Nirnroot, and Claudette at the Gilded Carafe had told me to see this guy in Skingrad. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to a bit of Surilie quality time as well, but my real goal with this trip was Anvil. The Anvil chapter of the fighter's guild had requested I come visit for some publicity event, and I had heard lots of rumors about prophets and attacks on the Anvil Chapel, and I thought I'd check that out. That would also take me past Kvatch where I was supposed to fetch the Emperor's illegitimate son, Martin. I would go meet him and deliver him to Jauffre in Chorrol after I visited Anvil. A nice little round trip.

It felt weird planning my life out like that, I never used to do that. I guess I was becoming a real adventurer with places to be and things to do. People had even started recognizing me in the street, calling me a Hero of the Arena. I never heard their shouts and roars during the fights, though, as I still get tunnel vision and hear my heart pounding in my ears every time those gates go down.

I spent almost a week in Skingrad, Davide and I had a lot of...catching up, to do. Davide is a Breton like myself, and he too made the move south to try his luck here, but found it in a different place than I did.

The weird old man with the plants, Sinderion, lived in the cellar of the West Weald Inn, and he surely knew what he was doing! I came down there every day and in exchange for some of the Nirnroots I had found he taught me a great deal about alchemy. It's very useful and I think I'll start making my own potions to carry around. He trained me in the use of alchemical equipment and explained about the usefulness of various ingredients, and I think I got the hang of it. I might have a green thumb after all.

A week later I hit the Gold Road west toward Kvatch and the Gold Coast. Davide walked with me out of the town and we said our goodbyes in the shrubs behind his vineyard. I'm already eager to be back here, but I had to be on my way.

Remembering what Sinderion had taught me I decided to leave the road and walk through the wilderness in order to collect plants and other ingredients for my potions. It made for a pretty hike too.

I had taken a lot longer to get to Kvatch than planned due to my detour, and I was pressing hard to make it there before nightfall before continuing west to the Gold Coast. As I reached the top of a small hill, I spotted the http://i54.tinypic.com/a3gmes.jpg perched atop of a mountain. But even in the dusk I could tell something was not right. The fires were too big to have been lit on purpose, and all vegetation around the walls looked dead. As I took the direct route up the mountainside, my fears were being realized. The lands were scorched as if by a blast of fire, and the city looked to be in ruins. Fires were everywhere, and parts of the city walls lay in ruins. As I round on a corner of the wall I came upon a quickly rigged together barricade, manned by what appeared to be a handful of Kvatch city guards.

As a chill ran down my spine I grew goose bumps all over my body. I suddenly very much missed the warmth of Davide's arms around me during the sunsets we enjoyed at his vineyard.

This can't be what's left of the city...what had happened here?!

I was about to take a revenge from the Captain in Imperial Prison.I entered to prison 7 times and escaped 7 times lol :blush2: he turned his back when i tried to stab him with my dagger so im still in the prison 8th time.Next time im gone spawn mehrunes dagon in to the middle of the imperial city :nuke: