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My new mildy-autistic Dunmer woke up an Chorrol and is currently solving the case of the missing portrait

Gregreo and his Redguard friend (who's name is Leon) have defeated the Gatekeeper and spent their long walk towards the palace learning about each other.

The Redguard kid is named Leon, came out for adventure and wounded up in the Shivering Isle. Wants to help Gregreo with whatever he's doing. Leon thinks Gregreo is out to reunite with someone because he thinks that's what all great heros do. That or avenge someone. Gregreo assured him that was not so, he was doing the same thing Leon was doing. Leon warned him to be careful, citing, "This place can and will drive you mad if you let it."

Just chilled in the arena and fought some fools. My Orcs name is Beast. I don't feel like making a story right now, but basically he woke up in the forest with no memory. After stumbling around for a while getting hungry he spotted two humans. A man and wife. He found a nice stone to use as a weapon, and when the couple saw him the wife said, "Get back you BEAST!". It was the last word she ever spoke. He thought she called him beast because it was his name, ya know? So he went with it.

I built my final book fort around a bandit camp.

awesome... specially the beginning.

u basically got it. who ever said u had to write a lot to make a good story?

Linara just travelled, was attacked by seven wolves, an ogre and three mountain lions on the way from Chorrol to Bruma, and is currently sleeping it off.

I've walked from Chorrol to Bruma and never saw anymore than 1 wolf at a time. I've also never EVER seen an ogre or a mountain lion. Do they just start appear at higher levels or something?

What level are you?

A snip from Chapter 40 of Buffy's Journal:
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"Good times!" Sheogorath's voice was a perverted mixture of good cheer, laced with cruelty. It now echoed in the small clearing. "I hope you had as much fun as I did. Here, take this. It's a fun little toy. Now, go away - before I kill you."

I was too angry to be intimidated. Dropping the staff that had materialized in my grasp, I planted both hands on my hips and glared up at the stone figure. "Now you just listen to me. I trusted you, and look wha-"

"Today must not be Turdas." I wheeled to see one of the Daedra Lord's followers speaking to a tree and gently caressing its smooth bark. The Altmer's golden skin was on full display, save for the fur helmet and iron boots she wore. "You see," she continued as if her logic was obvious to all, "Lord Sheogorath only listens to trees on Turdas - when it's not raining of course. You're only a small tree, but you still must come back on Turdas. Perhaps you can bring imp chips and tea?"

She was right. Sheogorath was gone. I picked up the staff that he had given me. "What kind of foul trickery does this unleash?" I wondered aloud. Perhaps Delmar at the Chironasium could figure it out. Thankful for my magic bag, I slid the staff inside it.

I stared at the shrine, but all I could see in my mind were images of flaming dogs and despondent Khajiit. Rage bubbled up within me. "Oww!" I hobbled a few paces to a bench and sat. Painfully tugging off one boot, I rubbed my foot. That was really smart, Buffy. Did you think kicking a stone statue was going to hurt a Daedric Prince? I guess you really showed him.

Two of Sheogorath's half-dressed crazies bowed to each other, then began to dance. A Nord wearing only a shirt approached, knelt in front of me and tried to lick my sore foot.

"Get away from me!" The venom in my hiss apparently penetrated his insanity, for he scurried away.

A moment later, he stood politely in front of Superian. "Do you have any lettuce? I like lettuce."

The mare flattened her ears, opened her mouth and snaked her neck at the Nord as he quickly jumped back to avoid her bite. He then turned to tap one of the dancers on the shoulder. "The Madgod rejoices! May I cut in?"

Trying to ignore the antics and naked bits of these followers, I quickly drank a potion to ease my self-inflicted foot pain, and pulled on my boot.

"Stop laughing about my foot," I snapped at Acadian. "It hurts! Ok, so this didn't work out so well. Vaermina can't possibly be worse than Sheogorath. Let's go."

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I am making a not so right in the head character. Our friend Alduhn, will act bizzare in the Imperial City, her home of 20 years. I will be randomizing her Race, Birthsign and class, to add to the craziness. Just thought you who liked my other stories would appreciate the heads up.

lol 4

Allana, my enchanted swordsman, is currently attempting to move from her home in Chorrol to Battlehorn Castle... The new maid isn't making that easy. For some reason, that woman named Rona is obsessed with Allana's amber sword and keeps taking it out of its display case. Eventually, the new lady of the castle decided she'd had enough and tried locking the maid in the secret chamber in her personal quarters. That worked right up until she left to retrieve some more possessions from the Chorrol house. Rona, having managed to escape the makeshift prison in her lady's absence, proceeded to play with the amber sword some more. She also knocked over several vials of a most deadly poison made from nightshade and dragon's tongue. The fumes of this poison can kill, but sadly, she also knocked over a restore health potion, which apparently negated the lethal effects.

This is one enchanted swordswoman who will be spending the next few days attempting to rid herself of an invincible servant.

...But seriously, is there any way to get rid of that woman on a console version of the game? I would kill her, except she's an essential character...

"My head hurts." Kiva announced after leaving Ancotar's fort.
"Well hey, if you're going to ask him about all the complicated magic he's doing, you should've come prepared" told Vilja.
"I know. Sometimes I wish I'd joined the mages guild earlier and could learn this kind of stuff. Now I just feel like an idiot."
"Trust me Kiva. I've met many, many idiots in my time, and your not one of them. Your forte just isn't learning all these rules about magic."
"Thanks. I guess we'd better use that scroll he gave us. Good job we pestered him until he gave us the protection rings. I'd rather be safe than sorry."
"Uh huh. When I start hearing him talking about 'the explosions are scaring the sheep' I get the feeling that we should be careful around him."

After walking for a while, and getting attacked by an invisible bear on the way (man, was that confusing) they arrived at the center of town.
"Hm. I've never used a scroll before. I guess I just read whats on here. Ahem. 'Cey Gandra Heca!' ('Shadow Gifts Begone!)"
As she cast the spell, she noticed a brief flicker of darkness around the houses. Just as quickly however, it vanished.
"Oh crap. That was ayleid wasn't it?" asked Vilja.
She nodded. "This was no ordinary scroll."

They entered the Aleswell inn, and were congratulated by the inn keeper. His sisters were still grumpy, but Kiva wasn't paying too much attention.
Did she just cast...no it couldn't be. But...hmph.
She went back to Ancotar's fort, but he had vanished.
The mage's guild wasn't going to be happy about this.

can u in console use commands like seessntial? if so, i rememebr setting its ID as 1 means 'is essential', and 0 means 'not'. the ramifications of doing this quest-wise and all, me not knows.

You won't see ogres or mountain lions for a few levels.

Trotting up the snowy trail toward Dragonclaw Rock was the easy part of this journey. The trail was still visible, and the skies were clear, and toward the end of the day I spotted the rock in the distance. I was fortunate to find an old quarry house close to the rock where I could spend the night, although it was a little creepy.

I woke up the next morning to big beautiful snowflakes falling from a sunlit sky. The wind had also died down, and I set out due west, as the diary instructed, in a slightly better mood than the day before. Although the snow started to cover up the trail, I managed to keep on it as it wiggled its way along the mountainside. At one point I stopped to admire the view of the sparsely vegetated mountains with Bruma cozily settled in the valley below, smoke coming from the warm fires inside the houses. My last view of civilization for a while I was certain. I spent the night in what was not quite a cave, but more of a large recess in the cliffs and curled up in my black bear fur for a night without much sleep.

The wind had picked up and the snow fell heavy as the first light broke and I packed up and continued west. Around midday I arrived at the Sentinel. From there it was due north to the Serpent's Trail, which was an underground passage. At least it would get me out of the weather! Inside the caves I located the author of the diary I was carrying, holding his last orders as if he had fallen just yesterday. His pale bones reminded me of the dangerous creatures he had described, and I drew my sword and lit a torch as I ventured further into the caves.

I rounded a corner and stepped into a large cavern, and there it was...a man-like beast, huge, with arms like tree trunks and a head the size of Olav's stew cauldron! There was no way past it and the large cavern presented little in terms of natural protection. My steel armor might have to stand its test today, but not before my trusty bow had done its work. I dropped my torch, drew my bow and fired once, a good shot square in the beast's chest, but it only seemed to get me his attention. I managed one more shot, which missed, before he was on me in a few long leaps, his gigantic fist pounding down on me as he let out a deafening roar. I felt the stench of his breath bite at my nostrils as I side stepped and drew my long blade. Before he could turn around I swung low, a good deep cut in his leg, and he bellowed in pain. At least it was not indestructible! Turning on me he swung his arm and it was all I could do to bring up my shield in time. It knocked me clean off my feet and the air out of my lungs. I had also lost my helmet falling down, but at that moment I remembered a conjuration spell I had been taught once and spoke the words. A full helmet immediately covered my head, and the beast seemed stunned for a moment by my sudden change in appearance. Long enough for me to throw down my shield, grab the sword with both hands and lunge forward. I screamed at the top of my lungs as I put all my strength behind the thrust, and then I hit what felt like a wall. But the wall gave, and with my blade buried to the hilt, the enormous figure toppled backwards and hit the ground with a force that made it shake. Lying down it was almost as tall as me, but it no longer moved. I will always remember that moment.

Fortunately I made it to the other end of the cavern trail with no further encounters, and emerged in a snow covered valley surrounded by tall mountains. After a few minutes on the narrow path leading down into the valley, I could see the fort ruins in the distance. To my horror I could also see another two of those gigantic creatures! This time, however, I had the terrain on my side, and they proved slow on the rocky mountain sides. I covered them in arrows and they finally succumbed to the multiple wounds. I finished them off with my sword, just to be sure. I also claimed some of their teeth as a souvenir of these beasts.

Inside the old ruins, I felt the unnatural sensation this whole place had to it. There were cold white flames burning in the fire pits and a thick mist covered the floor. I soon witnessed that the Akaviri were still very much occupying the fort as well. As undeads. From what I had heard no arrow would bite on these skeletons, and a blade could risk just passing right between the bones. I had to use some kind of magic and tried out an old Flare spell, which I once had used to light a fire. It worked surprisingly well, and the dusty bones scattered all over the floor. That would be my weapon in here.

Making my way to the main hall, the sight of the old fort commander's white ghost sent a freezing chill down my spine. This quest was indeed a time for firsts. Hoping that a ghost would respond to my Flare the same as a skeleton, I kept my distance and launched my attack. He was fast. Very fast. But at least he fought like a man would have, and we crossed swords for what seemed like hours. His ghost blade burned through my skin a few times, but nothing worse than what I had felt at the Arena. My final hit made his misty body dissolve, and then all was quiet. I patched my wounds using my magic again. This magic thing was becoming rather handy, and it wasn't as hard as I recalled. I searched the commander's hall, and sure enough, I found the what I came for. I hung the medallion around my neck, so as not to lose it. And now I just wanted out of here!

I ran as fast as I could to the exit of the fort, ran all the way to the caverns and didn't stop running until I could taste the bitter taste of vile in my mouth. I had reached the Sentinel again, and here I rested for a while after sicking up. Then I ran again, through the snow, against the wind, and finally found a bit of safety and comfort in the old quarry house where I had spent my first night. All I wanted was to get back to Bruma, but I was so tired, so cold and I had to get some sleep. A few hours would do, and as soon as I felt I had the energy, I made my way back to Bruma.

The sight of the city wall was a welcome one, and the sight of people and houses even more so. I stumbled though the door to Olav's and threw my belongings on the floor. Olav was quick to help me to a room, and while I stripped off my armor, he prepared a hot meal and a hot bath for me. I must have passed out or fallen asleep in the bath, cause I don't remember how I got there, but I woke up in my bed. I also didn't know how long I had slept, but at least I felt warm and rested now. I donned my armor, and walked into the den and thanked Olav with a big kiss on the cheek. He blushed a bit and grinned, but the look in his eyes told me it wasn't just because of the kiss. I tried to pay him for the room and the bath, but he wouldn't take it, saying that I was in such poor shape that any decent person would've taken me in at no charge.

Feeling a lot better it was time to go see the Countess about a few things! I tried to stay calm, but my temper got the better of me, and I could feel the heat in my cheeks and the spit on my lips as I let the Countess know exactly what I thought of her and her quest! And she had the audacity to laugh at me! She commended me on my courage and ability, and told me that what doesn't kill us makes us stronger. I was about to put her statement to the test and see if my fist would make her stronger, but she had a calming way about her, and we finally settled down in her study with a glass of wine. She told me of the Akaviri legends, showed me her collection and finally handed me a ring as reward for my troubles. Hopefully it would come in handy sometime, but I was starting to think she had gotten the better end of the deal.

Gregreo nearly got killed AGAIN! He tried to climb down a cliff, but it was too far high and he plunged straight down to the road. Had he had health less than 50/324, he'd be one dead Gregreo.

Sheesh, man. No wonder your wife is starting to show some grey hair. :shakehead:

whenever i read a character almost died due to this sort of accident, i almost answer with 'wise' adivce such as 'try to cast FEATHER to ease the fall', or 'use some levitate potions', till I remember this has absolutely nothing to do with AD&D...

Today I accompanied Sal as he decided to clear out sinkhole cave. The first few bandits fell swiftly to poisoned arrows, two Khajiit and an archer, and he was making good progress. But the tunnels became narrow and twisty, increasing the chances of Sal blundering into an enemy. Which he did. Sal rounded a corner in a stealthy crouch, only to find a Redguard bandit right in front of him. Sal tried to run and fire, but took a few hits from the bandits mace, as he kept backpedaling into walls as the tunnels twisted and turned. He managed to survive to reach an open area, despite a having taken a couple of grievous blows from the bandits mace, firing off more arrows he continued to retreat, and finally slew the bandit.

But it was too late. He'd already retreated too far, and with crystal clarity saw his final arrow drop the bandit, and heard the clink of chains. In his weakened and injured state he couldn't react quickly enough to avoid the log that swung from the ceiling, launching him across the room, never to rise again.

Caiphalon was travelling to Anvil for his third recomendation when he saw a dremora mage. they started battling but the mage had enough and pulled out his mace. Caiphalon chose to use his most destructive magic spel. big lightning damage in big area of effect on touch. he killed the dremora mage, two dremora scouts, an imperial legion soldier, two travelling merchants, three suppliers, two adventurers and a black horse courier and a wolf. when i looked around i was like, where did they all come from ? :-p well i had some nice new loot to sell after this.

makes me wonder: i use light armor cuirass and boots (leather) and then heavy armor greaves and gauntlets (imperial legion) but what will advance in skill level both heavy and light armor or the one that provides the most protection together which would be in this case the light armor with 4 DR and heavy armor giving 3DR ?

It depends on where you get hit. If they hit your heavy greaves you get heavy armor skill and if they hit a light armored area you get light armor skill.

so it can detect the different areas ? cool :-p
still i like the look of the combination :-p

thanks for the reply.

That's my experience at least, I don't know the actual game mechanics. When I wear a combination I usually get increases in both heavy and light.

ok that is perfect.