Yesterday he did a wee bit of dungeon diving and a Dark Brotherhood quest, but he mainly was running around selling his loot stashed in benirus manor. Today he plans on doing a few more Dark Brotherhood quests and one for the Mages Guild.

Filled with rage, Camarilla walked up the short incline from the Bloodworks toward the Arena gate. That despicable Redguard had had the nerve to talk to me as if I were some scum who just dragged myself out of the gutters, and it fueled my temper to a point where I had almost given him the knee in the groin he deserved. Instead I stripped down to my naked skin right in front of him and slowly donned the Arena armor he had thrown at my feet. That had kept his mouth shut and eyes wide open for a while. Now this Yellow Team fighter would have to pay the price for his insolence.

As the gate was lowered, I stepped onto the Arena dirt, met by deafening roar that sent chills down my spine. These people were lusting for blood, and I would not be one to disappoint. After all, I needed the coin to spruce up my new waterfront shack. I had just made the first mistake in Arena combat, and while I let my mind slip the woman in yellow was on me like bad breath on a beggar.

She moved fast, with agility, like a cat. Before I had found my feet she had rained down a series of blows on me, one of which would make for a nice scar on my left hip. I summoned every bit of strength and every piece of knowledge I had about combat, but in the end my instincts took over. I was fighting for my life. She was faster, she was stronger and she was a better fighter, but as my lack of skill was slowly replaced by my furious temper she got something she would not have expected from an Arena battle. I rushed her. No skill, no strategy, no plan. I threw my entire body weight behind my shield and knocked her off her feet, climbed on top of her, and with the vision of that Redguard's face in front of me, I pounded her helmeted skull until she stopped moving.

As I dragged my bloodied and bruised body out of the Arena I barely noticed the roar from the crowd as it drowned out behind me. I was going straight to the Redguard for my prize.

"So you made it rookie! You may not be too bad after all!"
"Shut your trap you bloated sewer rat, or your face will be next! Now hand over my winnings!"

Without another word he handed me a purse. The look on his face told me he had witnessed my fight and had no interest in the reconstruction of his face.

With a satisfied smile and a broken body I made my way out of the Bloodworks in total silence. Everybody stared at me, and no one said a word.

It was time to lick my wounds, and then I would have to figure out a way to get to this Weynon Priory like Emperor had asked me. I needed to get rid of that amulet so I could get on with my life. I made my way back to the shack and stripped my bloody armor, slipped into the lake with a few healing potions I had found, and then I slept for a full day.

"Excuse me, are you all right?" asked a nearby guard.
Kiva snapped back to reality. "Sorry."
The guard smiled "No need to apologise. Is there something you wanted?"
"I heard there was a nord called Vilja around here. Is that true?" she asked.
He nodded. "Poor lass. Heard she was waiting for someone, but they haven't turned up, and she's been waiting days. I think she's at the Bloated Float"
She thanked him, and travelled towards the Waterfront.
Only then did she realise that it was already getting dark. She cursed the nights coming so quickly in Cyrodil, and quickened her pace.
It didn't take her long to reach the Bloated Float. Even in the darkness, she could clearly see the 'Float lazing on the water.

As she entered, she was greeted by the bouncer. The huge orc loomed over her, but she wasn't afraid.
"Hi Kiva. It's always nice seeing you here" he looked around and leaned closer. "Ah, you haven't told anyone about...the Golden Galleon incident have you?"
She smiled and shook her head. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Is that Vilja over there?"
"Yeh." he replied, surprised "You know her?"
"Not yet."
Deciding that he'd taken enough of her time, the bouncer left to talk to Ormil.

Kiva squeezed past the tables to get to the chair that Vilja was sitting on.
"Vilja?" asked Kiva.
"Yes? Are you the one my sister sent?" she investigated, with an odd accent Kiva couldn't quite place.
"No, but maybe I can help" Kiva responded.
And so Vilja explained about her sisters' problem.
"Hey, your Kiva aren't you? The priest?" Vilja probed.
"Uh huh."
"You know about the plants of this land?"
"Most of them." she replied. "Are there any particular ones?"
Vilja shook her head. "I'm afraid I can't say."
Kiva paused. "Why don't you come with me?"
Vilja seemed surprised. "Really?"
"I could use your help, and you could use mine. Why not?"
Vilja smiled. "I'd love to. Let's go!"

As they left the Bloated Float, Kiva paused.
"Is there a problem?" asked Vilja.
Kiva sighed. "Hold on a minute."
She then had her hairstyle changed back to how it was before.
"That was...odd."
"Yeh, I kind of wish he would just leave it alone. It was fine how it was."

I love all these stories, I'm just afraid to read them cause of the spoiler content =) Everybody is far ahead of me, and this is my first playthrough.

Too long and detailed to read for me, would rather just play myself haha. I love the detail people are using though. Great to see people who are that involved with their characters.

Alright, More Thanelen adventures for today.

I use it to build some character traits and quirks, it's really good for getting into your characters personality.

Ya I usually figure that out while playing though instead of writing it down and making a whole story about it. Nothing wrong with doing that though.

Yeah well, you're always Rainman, so not that hard I guess =)

Well ya I'm always a Breton with heavy armor and a blade, but everything else is different between different variations.
My current one has yet to find a religion, while my previous one worshipped tomato.
He also works well with the Fighter's Guild and Mage's Guild, unlike previous incarnations.

Morning Star 1, 3E344

Gregreo awoke in his Skingrad manor next to his dear wife, Levola. The sun's rays shone lazily through the windows, giving the stones an eerie glow. Turning to his beloved, his heart warmed up when he saw how peaceful she was. Her short, black locks brought out her beautiful, round face. He gently stroked her cheek, watching the bed sheets that covered her rise and fall with every breath.

"I love you." he whispered before getting out of bed.

First thing he saw was a full-sized mirror next to his wardrobe. He studied the long scar that ran across his chest. He touched it lightly and svcked his teeth when it twinged slighty. This scar was the only thing left of his traumatic, near-death experience during the Battle of Bruma nearly five months ago. Gregreo closed his eyes

"Quick! Get that man on a stretcher!" Burd was shouting...or was that Burd? Jauffre? Martin? Gregreo couldn't tell. His vision was blurred, his body numb. All he knew was a cold wetness on his chest. He was dying. Just before he grabbed the Great Sigil Stone, a dremora cut at him with a nasty cleaver.

No! Release me! Gregreo moaned as rough hands seized him and began removing his armor. His head flopped to one side where he saw Martin, armor bloodied, rushing up to him. The frantic, blue eyes stared at him.

"G-get the stone!" he said, or at least he tried to. He wasn't sure if he was really speaking at all.

"Do you have any potions at hand?" Martin yelled, but his voice was muffeled.

"No sire. We'll have to dress the wound best as we can before we get him to Bruma." a soldier said. "There's a poison in that wound and it's killing him."

Gregreo next experienced a severe pain he couldn't even describe. His eyes tightened, his teeth bared. All he thought about was his girlfriend in the Arcane University. Oh, how heartbroken she'd be if she learnt he died. The poison was doing its work.

Though he couldn't see, he knew Martin was bending closer to his ear.

"Don't worry, my friend," he said in a soothing voice, "I'll take care of you. I promise."

Martin's hand was pressed against Gregreo's hot forehead. The young warrior slipped into unconsiousness...

Gregreo snapped out of the memory. The old scar was still there. Turning again to Levola, he smiled.

"Thank you, Martin." he said.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
In my game, Gregreo nearly died in the Great Gate of Bruma.

Hrol, my Argonian warrior who lives in Duncori Walk (Elsweyr) patrolled the area around Duncori Walk and found a nasty troll under a bridge! After a long fight Hrol defeated the troll. While searching the monster's body, he found three goat carcasses in its bag... He returned back to Duncori Walk to help collect the lobster pots, hunted in the forests for some more food, and went to bed.

Funny thing happened! - My character went in the woods and had a fight against an aggressive wolf (the fact that we can't have normal nice wolves shows that this game is combat-prone! ). Now just in the moment when I cast a cold breeze against the wolf, a deer came jumping between us. The volley which was meant for the wolf killed the deer instead while sailing in the air, and the next blow of my sword finished off the wolf (not sure if it had collateral damage). - What an interesting ball of animal limbs went rolling down the slope.

Angel heard that it was now possible to rebuild Kvatch if she just cleared out the inner part of the city so she did.

It was fascinating to see parts of the city that had been previously blocked off. The former residents moved their camp into the city. Other than clearing the streets, construction has not begun yet but she will be keeping an eye on progress.

Caiphalon was happy with his day, he killed of some vampires living in Fort Carmala before returning to Chorrol. i think he has plans on going up to Cloud Top to get a nice view. maybe there he'll study his magicks a bit or wander arround in the woods.

Trying something new writting an in game journal in the CS so here goes.

The private journal of Fall from Grace.

Or the Adventures of a Sensate Succubus.

[ Grace's note: Morte I know you're reading this, please stop as nothing within would gratify your taste in literature...
Well nothing apart from pg 69, but that's in old Tanariic script! ]

Day one new journal:
Entry one: Woke up chained in some cell, it appears that teleportation from plane of shadows went awry...
Entry two: A regal man with bodyguards fled through my cell, he claimed to know me said I was the woman of his dreams gosh? Followed of course, after getting dressed, spiffing fun what!
Entry three: An ambush, mortals with the smell of demonic magic, vry, vry interesting I think.
Entry four: Seperated from handsome older gentleman, left to face rodents and apparently gloin of some sort? rotter.
Entry five: Spiffing good luck, found Morte!! First conversation turned to interest in "comfort of my bosom", maybe not such luck after all?
Entry six: Path found back to delightful man, turns out he's the emperor "chuckle" asked my sign!! how adorable. More ambushes, his wondrous guards did a marvelous job in protection.
Entry seven: Foul treachery led to the dear old mans death, his loyal protector Buarus tasked me with taking his legacy to his superiour called Juaffre while he guarded the rear "tittering from Morte gah".
Time for a trip though hey Morte!!
Entry Eight: To stretch ones wings under sun again, magnificent view and a river to bathe in yippee!
Entry Nine: Caught Morte Peeking bad boy!! Would have sent him to bed with no supper, but siince he's a skull no point rlly!
Cooked a mixed dish of fish and crab meat on a oyster shell dish, rlly rther nice.

Day two:
Entry ten: Wonderlust had me explore the outside of a nice old ruin today, silly bandits or some such made a fuss, Morte distracted them as I drained the fight from them, pity but such has to be done when no reason is shown.
Entry eleven: A pernicious taint surrounding the ruins, something has to be done even if it's just to see what's causing it.
Entry Twelve: Undead it seems, some foul spirits caused a bother, but the power of the mind caused their will to turn against the one enslaving them, the lightning bolt came in handy too.
Morte took an interest in some skeletons, suggesting some of the larger ones could make a nice body?, not a vry good idea one thinks.
Luckily some zombie "chicks" took his mind elsewhere, hurrah ruin cleasned and Morte still remains less of a danger to himself!!

Yes, I'm ahead of you, but I agree, there's still lots of quests I haven't done yet, so the spoilers are :shakehead: for me! But I did read the story about the Arena fighter. i could relate, because I've often wanted to knee Owen in the groin myself!

"That Thoronir, sending me down into those filthy sewers for a diamond. And he can't even remember which section it was in! He's on his own, I need to bathe such stench off me.."
Sure enough, Tetsu was tasked with seeking an expensive diamond for Thoronir. He figured it couldn't be anything hard, just search chests in the sewers. Hours later, he emerged, smelling of defeat.
"Oh well, this Golden Saint card makes up for it. One closer to being done with the collection. Now to get to that Imperial Furniture store I hear tales of. And Chestnut handy stables. Free armor for a horse, could be useful."
And so Tetsu goes back to the Merchant's Inn, smelling of defeat.

I logged on to all of my characters today since it had been a while since my last play:

Calvano the Imperial Warrior finally became leader of the Fighter's Guild.

Valens the Breton Sorcerer finished upgrading Frostcrag Spire.

Augustus Lucius the Imperial Knight completed the last available quest in the game.

Lurco Lepidus the Imperial Thief pulled off the heist at Anvil castle.

Hasdrubal the Khajiit Assassin killed Adamus Phillida.

Komodo the Argonian Barbarian got Mehrunes' Razor.

Having somewhat recovered from my Arena adventure, I washed up in the lake and then donned my leather armor. Buckling Debaser to my hip, I spotted the King's Amulet hanging above my bed. I slowly took it from its peg and stared at it for a while. "You'd fetch a good price at the market, but I suppose I better take you to your rightful owner and get you out of my life." I tucked it away, down the front of my cuirass, where no one would find it without my permission.

On my way up the road ,through The Great Forest towards the priory, I came upon a cave guarded by two goblins. With the bitter taste of blood from the Arena fight still on my tongue, I decided it was time to work on my combat skills instead of fighting on blind instinct. Sneaking up close I unsheathed Debaser, and in two quick moves disposed of the first smelly beast, side stepped a wild swing from the other one, and then sunk Debaser deep into his chest, all the way to the hilt. With only a cut in my leather hide in return, it made me feel better. Entering the cave I came upon the recently dead body of a handsome young man in dark leather armor with some kind of dragon crest on the chest. Searching him revealed that he was a 'dragonsworn', whatever that is. The armor was nice, though, and since he didn't need it anymore, I decided it would fit me nicely with a few adjustments. Exploring the rest of the cave for survivors I terminated another four goblins and found one other dead dragonsworn, also a handsome young man. Something tells me I should find out more about these dragonsworn, if nothing else then to meet some of the living ones if they're all this handsome.

With a bit of much needed loot, and a confident posture, I made my way northwest toward the Weynon Priory, and made it there just before sundown. I decided it was too late to find this Jauffre today. He's probably an old man and already under his covers. A few hundred yards further up the road I came upon the great gate of the city Chorrol. The guardsman guided me to the Grey Mare inn for a hot meal and a warm bed. I had hardly made it through the door before some old geezer by the name Odiil started complaining to me about his farm being under attack and fearing for his sons. I didn't have the patience for this, but with my stomach growling I figured since I was starting anew it would be a good idea to make nice with the locals. I even agreed to go meet with his sons and help them defend their farm. Maybe there would be something in it for me.

As it turned out, the Odiil boys were quite the cuties, and I kinda hoped none of them would die as they explained to me the perils we were facing. Farm boys. This is what I ran away from, and pushing their pretty faces to the back of my mind I steadied myself for the fight to come. Goblins. I was almost relieved, but kept my focus. It didn't take long to cut down the vermin, and as it happened the Odiil boys were decent fighters.

Since it was after dark now, they asked me to stay at the farm with them and then go meet with their father the next day. I agreed, although I had already paid for a bed at the inn. The bed I was offered at the farm, however, came with an added bonus. Suffice to say that the younger of the Odiil boys was a very charming young man, and the bed we shared that night was the warmest one I had slept in for a while.

The next day, old man Odiil rewarded me with an old mace, which I accepted with a smile. The 'thank you' I offered was for the mace, but my smile was for the reward his son had already bestowed upon me. I might have to come back here sometime in the future.

Antus offered to walk me to the priory as he was headed back to the farm anyway. As our ways parted I gave him a kiss he won't soon forget, and then prepared myself for the meeting with the monk.

@ madocmayhem: That's an interesting story! What's the background? Who is this succubus?? Screenshots please =)

Hun died yesterday... Good bye, dear Eir, I will never forget you. :violin:

Hi I'm afraid she's no unique creation of mine, she and Morte were characters in Planescape: Torment.
The characters were imo brilliantly fleshed out, but mostly the males and Grace seemed to have a fair bit cut out in the version of the game we got.
So I allways wondered what happened at the end to her, what truely compeled her to act.
Most of my characters are chaotic and wild, but grace is reserved, wordly, and mature but still has an inner childs lust for adventure, so it's something new for me to experience.
She had a past of slavery, and torture, not to mention an abusive controlling mother, but issues beyond that seemed to haunt her, so I'm hoping something comes up that could shed some light.
One selling point has been her reactions to relationships, Normally I would get readings from their likes and dislikes, but with Grace a creature that imbodies lust it's all about knowledge and emotion rather than looks.
So it's strange going with a flirty, friendly character with posh afflections that is completely asixual, who's driving force is just to see the universe as if that would give her some needed power.

Not many decent pics of her sorry, mostly places she visits...
http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g376/Indep/Ashkailai%20Oblivion%20pics/ScreenShot48.jpg
http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g376/Indep/Ashkailai%20Oblivion%20pics/ScreenShot47.jpg

Edit: Phoss I love your stories too, full of life.
All the other characters are fantastic too, just thought I'd better say it before I forget.

Rofl, love the holiday snap! =). Just chillin' at the temple.

And thanks, I like this way of remembering my old RPG character and developing her in Oblivion. So far it's pretty true to how she used to be (except for the magic which I'm trying to somehow incorporate.)

Nothing yet. Probably going to chill in the IC arena, bet on matches and train magical skills.