» Wed Sep 08, 2010 6:06 am
I have considered saving for a ship, as for a house, I don't really have any towns ready to call home, maybe later in his career he will find a place to call home!
Also this wasn't today but last night:
Furu the Warlock had returned from the ruins of copperhart hall in Gavaudon with a cart of odds and ends, he probably looked like a traveling junk salesman when he returned to town. After spending the morning selling various odds and ends to the merchants in the circle, he went to the tavern for a bowl of warm stew, very satisfying when it's snowing outside.
The next day, he wandered over to the Mage's Guild and created some spells. Whilst he was just walking out, the chapter's quest-giver stopped him. "Damn it!", he uttered under his breath. The quest giver gave some spiel about an atronach that had escaped. With a heavy sigh, Furu accepted and headed off to some dank underground ruin to find and slay the thing.
It didn't take long to find, after cutting a swath through skeletons and some sorcerers, and being terribly confused, he found the atronach. There was a gauntlet of sorts, strange brick walls teleported him to smaller areas, full of enemies, and the walls kept appearing. The last one he went through, dropped him into a pit. He survived the fall, and, as a bonus, the atronach was in the very room adjoining the pit.
After slaying the creature, he teleported back to the entrance and returned to the guild hall for his reward. A pie awaited him at the local tavern, and so did a warm bed.
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Edit: I started a new character, a female Khajiit Shadow, pretty much an assassin with limited magic capabilities.. I am writing a journal as I play, something I haven't done before.. Should be fun! Here is what I have done so far:
[The book is a new, leather bound book. The first page reads "Nisaba's Journal".]
Entry 1
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The ship I was a passenger aboard has been destroyed. It is only by my skill that I am still alive, kept warm by a small fire, which also serves as my only means to cook the rats in this cave. Still, I should endeavour to find a way out of this hole, I cannot live off rats forever, as their numbers dwindle by the day.. They must be hiding from me!
I have regained some of my strength, my battered body has healed somewhat, so I think I will set off on an incursion deeper into this cave.. I didn't dare venture into the dark before, but after this rest I feel like I should brave it.. Nothing bad could be in there.. right?
In any case, I have a longsword to protect myself, although it is cumbersome and unwieldy.. A nice dagger would be better, but I will have to make do what I have on me. I'll write back later, and write my findings.
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Entry 2
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I made it out of the cave.. It was odd.. Just through the opening, which I presumed led to a deeper part of the cave, was a door.. Which led into from what I could tell was some sort of fort. It had a few inhabitants, a couple of people who attacked me, and of course, I could not best them in straight combat. I don't have the training to use a longsword, and my attacks were easily parried, so I had to flee. I was then attacked by a skeleton, so I assume there is a necromancer in the fort somewhere.. I managed to get away from the thing by pulling a lever and riding a throne up to an alcove, which led to a hallway, which in turn led to the exit. I had to run past a few critters to get out, but I am out now..
I am probably going to travel to Gothway Garden, a sign posted said it was not too far to the south.. I'll buy some supplies and then, who knows what I'll do? Probably earn some money, so I can eat, and then some..
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Entry 3
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I have arrived in Gothway Garden, and purchased a few things. In my journal I shall try to keep record of goods and services bought, so I can reflect upon it and check my finances are straight, and keep track of repairs, etc.
Purchases
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Location: The Superior Supply Store, Gothway Garden.
Goods: x1 Steel tanto, x1 silver dagger, x1 khajiit suit
Current Gold: 118 septims.
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I forgot to log the price, but it shouldn't be an issue anyway. My training as a Shadow will help procure some funds, for now anyway. I haven't heard of any money making opportunities yet, so I'll stick with what I know.. My skills will be rusty though.. Still, I am a solid climber, I should be able to make an escape if need be.
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Entry 4
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Well, that could have gone better. I picked a few pockets in Gothway, but got too cocky and I was discovered. Pretty soon, I had what seemed the entire town guard on my tail.. All over stealing a little bit of change! I fled town and traveled to Eastwick. I entered a shop, and tried to steal a bow on display, for it was too expensive.. The shopkeep boomed for the guards, but I managed to slip past them out the door, and quickly scaled the wall of the very shop! I am writing this perched on the roof.. Guards don't even know! Haha, fools.
At the inn I stayed in on the way here, I overheard some *unsavoury* sorts discuss their plans to rob a tomb nearby, sounded like a profitable venture. Little to no locks in place, some heirlooms and personal belongings in the crypts, sounded like some easy money. I marked the place on my map, so I think I'll head there next for a little pocket money.
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Entry 5
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I have arrived at the place, "The Woodwing Graveyard". There are a couple of tracks in the snow, some paws, and I think I can see a couple of boot-prints. Let's hope the thieves aren't here first.. I'm about to find the crypt they mentioned and bust in there.
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Entry 6
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The crypts seal was broken, and I could smell cheap alcohol as I entered the crypt. I knew there was someone in there already. I crept inside, and down some stairs, deeper into the dank chamber. In the hallway I noticed a shadowy figure, walking slowly and carefully to the burial chamber. I stalked up behind him, but I kicked a loose pebble. He turned within a split second and drew his blade. I hadn't been in a fight in a while, but it was still a quick fight.
He parried a couple of my strikes, but I managed to slash him with my tanto, making a deep gash across his chest. He instinctively grasped at his fresh wound, which was where he made his fatal mistake. Taking this opportunity I quickly sliced his throat, the pain must have overwhelmed him, and he crumpled to the floor. As I stepped over him, I could hear him gurgling and writhing about. By the time I stepped out of the chamber, the body was as still as the air in the crypt. I stripped his corpse, taking what I could carry to sell.
The air outside is cold and crisp.. Strange how you don't notice these things until you've missed them for a while.