My newest character, a Dremora Kynval by the name of "Cruentus Rex Regis" (not really a lore-fitting name but I like it) has only recently arrived in Cyrodiil by using one of the various portals opened during the Oblivion Crises. He's quite fluent in Nibenese being a member of nobility an' all, making interactions with the various flesh-bags easier. Currently trekking across the Colovian Highlands, Cruentus is still getting used to the vibrant colors of Tamriel as well as the many races that inhabit the strange realm.

Upon being spotted by what appeared to be a ragtag group of brigands, Cru' wasted no time in showing the mortals of Mundus the terrible wrath of a High Noble, decimating the group of five with a single minor fireball spell. The result was devastating, leaving three shrieking in agony as they perished with the remaining two sprinting in the opposite direction. Cru' felt no need to give chase and instead began to loot the various corpses around him. Spotting an abandoned fort near where all this took place, the Dremora packed up his spoils and made his way north.

What wonderful tales from the lives of everyone's characters! :goodjob:

Here's a snip from Episode 87 of Buffy's Journal:
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I could feel Superian's fear and uncertainty as it mirrored my own. If she sidestepped into the Khajiit to knock him down or tried to charge forward, the dagger would find its way between my ribs. Sensing my will, she stood motionless. If I could somehow get to the ground, I could cast a spell to immobilize this robber and bring Slayer to bear. "I do have some gold, and I will surrender it to you for safe passage. Please, I implore you not to hurt my mare or I."

The Khajiit grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth that matched the yellow color of his threatening eyes. "A wise choice."

"My coin purse is buried deeply in my pack." I looked down at the dagger still pressed against me. "Will you permit me to dismount that I may retrieve it?"

The Khajiit appeared to ponder my request for a moment. "This one will allow it, but only if you make no sudden moves and stay on this side of the hors-"

Suddenly, his head was snapped back and sideways as if something had grabbed the back of his mane. A dagger, wielded by a black-gloved hand, flashed from behind the Khajiit and buried the full length of its blade under the highwayman's chin. The yellow feline eyes remained open, staring at the sky and frozen in death.

As the cat sank to the ground, standing behind him was a small elf dressed in black.

Gray eyes looked up at me. "G'day, Buffy. Having a spot of trouble?"

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Umm, my mage died... By that I mean I accidently saved over it *facepalm* never use only one save a character kids...

I awoke out of my bed in my Imperial City shack and had a nice breakfast. A fresh apple, tender boar meat, and potatoes, along with some crisp mead. I went outside, it was quite beautiful. I went for a swim behind the shacks and returned back home. I changed into my finest armor, my imperial dragon armor. I equipped Umbra, my trusted sword. I practiced and readied my spells. Lastly, I packed enough black soul gems to damn Tamriel to Oblivion ten times over. I then walked out my front door, took a deep breath, and began to slaughter all of Cyrodill. When the last soul was harvested, I entered an Oblivion gate and dumped every black soul gem into the sea of lava. I went home, cleaned myself up and went to sleep. :hubbahubba:

I've been following Claudia around lately.

First, a bit of background. I'll try to make it short, but I don't do short very well.... *noted added* - in hindsight, I didn't do short very well, so I'll just spoiler the background for those who aren't interested or already know it.....



Earlier today, she went into a ruin she'd found some time ago, but hadn't explored at the time - Sedor - set high in the Valus mountains outside of Cheydinhal. (I knew there wasn't a statue in there, but she didn't, so she had no choice but to discover that for herself). The trip through the ruin was relatively uneventful really, as such things go. It was home to a tribe of Savage Ogres, but she's quick enough on her feet that Ogres pose no real challenge. She got hit a few times and did take some fairly serious damage when she did, but mostly she managed to stay out of their reach, step in and get a swing or two off, then step back out before they had time to react. The toughest part of the whole thing, by a considerable margin, were the two mountain lions and the brown bear she had to fight on her way up to the ruin. The brown bear in particular hurt her quite badly before she managed to deliver the killing blow.

And now, she's back in the Imperial City in her cozy, if a bit squalid, waterfront shack. She sold all the things she didn't want to Rindir and Thoronir, then went home to rest a bit before setting out again. She's thinking about exploring the Nibenay Basin - that and Blackwood are really the only parts of Cyrodiil in which she hasn't already spent a lot of time. She passed through a couple of times on her way to Leyawiin and back and did a few things here and there, but she hasn't spent much time off the road, deep in the wilderness. (Though actually, before I follow her back out into the wilderness, I might spend some time working on the Luka number I've been doing in MMD, though that has nothing to do with Oblivion and is only mentioned on the off-chance that someone here will know what the hell I'm talking about.)

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For those who might wonder - the clothing is http://www.tesnexus.com/downloads/file.php?id=37173, the shield is the Sotonhorian light shield from http://www.tesnexus.com/downloads/file.php?id=26490 and the axe is the Thorgeir War Axe from Andragorn's http://www.tesnexus.com/downloads/file.php?id=15614.

This year's Tournament of Archers will be held in Bravil. So. . . Buffy was practicing her high/low trajectory shots for simultaneous impacts.

* From Buffy's scrapbook:

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Here's my character info:


"Why won't you die!" I roared at my prey, my blade slashing in a deadly dance. My foe's blood splattered onto the alien grass as the undead hound growled at me. My heart raced with fear and adrenaline as I summoned the energy to cast a deadly spell. Charging towards the beast, I planted my hand on it's head and let loose. The lighting rocked the hound's body and then he lay dead. Snarling, I kicked it's head - one of it's teeth rolled out and I pocketed it angrily.

Here I was, alone in these god-forsaken Isles, ages from anywhere with no clear idea of where I was going, save in the general direction of the City in the distance. Already I was regretting coming here - as if the brush with the Gatekeeper hadn't been bad enough, now the alien monsters here were determined to keep me from my goal. Up ahead, I perceived a town - a sign hanging loosely nearby said it was called "Split". What an odd name, I thought, however I was relieved to see humans - even Maniacs and the Demented.

However when I approached, I perceived something odd - I was seeing doubles. No, not doubles, but opposites. Maniacs and Demented that looked alike. I soon gathered from one ... I use the word gentleman loosely here... 'man' that a mage had cast a spell to bring out both sides of people. But neither side was happy as long as the other lived. But the Laws permitted them from taking any action...but I was not bound by such a law.

Each side begged me to help them, and warned I could trust not the others. What was I to do? Abandon them? Nay, I could not do that. I had upset the balance of the Isles already - the first person in how long to get into the Isles. I was bound to help them.

I would rather not disclose the grim, gruesome details, save that I sided with those whose side I had entered onto - the Maniacs. Before my Dwemer sword the Demented were slain, and for my reward I had 500 gold - not enough to wipe clean my conscious - or my sword - but enough that I felt I had been paid for my time.

I did not like what the Isles were doing to me, and as the night came overhead and the alien sky revealed itself, I turned my gaze away from the town, now no longer split in two, and trudged along the mountain rim once more.

Nice job, BAugustus! :goodjob:

Thanks, here's some more!

Suddenly, I stopped - I could sense something nearby. Drawing my sword I began to summon my energies - but then stopped when I saw none other than my loyal steed, Silversun come running towards me. He stopped and neighed as I patted his head. Somehow, he had made his way into the Isles, as if by some kind of magic greater than this world. In any case, it was a welcome relief - mounting my steed I charged off, this time following the road.

Astride my beautiful White Horse, I covered distances that would have taken me days on foot in mere hours. No creature could stop us - we galloped past them and surged round the Isles towards New Sheoth, my destination. But alas, as I dismounted outside the gates to Bliss, I was met with trouble. The Golden Saint guard stopped before me and accused me of multiple murders -- no doubt from my attempt to 'help' those at Split. I had not the 3000 septims to pay her, so I was taken by her Magic across the Isles and placed deep underground in a prison -- days of hardship was stripped from me as I lay shivering in the dark cell.

I had come, just weeks ago from High Rock, seeking adventure and now I had found it -- with a grimace I remembered how I thought the Ayleid ruins Umbacanno had me traverse were terrible; they had nothing on the Isles. But I was not going to give up -- nay, I had come this far and if Sheogorath truly wanted me as a champion, then I would persevere until I stood before him in his Palace. With nought but by hands and my magic, I followed the path out of my cell, deep into the dungeons.

What I faced below the prison I cannot remember much of, save to say it was the worst experience of my life. Scalons, invisible beasts until they attacked, leapt from the shadows to maul me; my blood soon ran freely and lighting from my hands lit up the dank caverns. The very flora was against me; striking me with barbs or latching onto my face with tentacles, svcking my health away...but my magic was stronger than anything the Isles could throw against me. Soon I came out onto one final challenge - a golden saint, but even she fell before my fury. I took my weapons, and my armour and left the prison. Whistling aloud, I called my horse and together we rode back to the Palace.

Finally inside the City, in the Maniac side, here I was struck by the strange architecture - unlike anything in Cyrodiil, or even Tamriel. It was strangely alike to the Deadlands, and I would later learn the reason when I met, Sheogorath, Prince of Madness. He was, a Daedric Prince, but his realm was not death and destruction like Mehrunes Dagon, instead it was a realm of pure madness. To say Sheogorath was insane is an understatement - upon meeting me, he was so overjoyed he wanted to disembowl me and use my intestines to skip with; thankfully he does not go through on all his threats. He rambled on about many a thing, including something called the Greymarch, but he would explain nothing. He gave me an enchanted necklace, which I donned for fear of upsetting the Prince, and a book, instructing me that I was to restore to greatness an old ruin called Xedilian.

With nothing left to do, I thanked the Prince and left his Court, turning my sights to the South, and the lands of the Demented.

A proper clean up inside the cottage. Hunting went poorly today, the deer were more skittish than usual. Perhaps Bruma isn't the right place to stay any more?

T'shiara has nearly completed her herculean task. The trek up into the mountains to the ancient fastness of Sancre Tor was fraught with danger, do not underestimate the ferocity, and keenness of tooth, of a mountain lion.
Success though, she discovered the city of her forebears, and retrieved the ninth statue. An easier descent to Chorrol, a carriage to the Imperial City, and another fine purse.
Then another long trip. Umbacano had marked the location of the last statue on her map, in a previously unexplored backwater of Cyrodiil. The quickest route seemed to be passage to Lleyawiin, and follow the roads north past the hamlet of Blankenmarch.
And now she stands at the time weathered door of Mackementain, hopefully the last artefact lies within. With it's sale, hopefully she will have the collector's full trust, and can achieve her real goal.
What is Umbacano really up to? Although a distant cousin, her magically enhanced senses went into overdrive on their first meeting. Used to the arrogance of her kin, and guilty enough of that particular failing herself, this Mer was something else entirely.
Maybe another trip to the University's excellent library, to re-read a few tomes,and hopefully glean a better insight into his interest in their Ayleid ancestors, would be wise.

Idrolian finally returned to the Shivering Isles in this newest incarnation. She's on her way to Dunroot Burrow to retrieve Thadon's Chalice, and then she gets to meet the Lady of Paranoia and enjoy getting threatened with death before going out to torture everybody in sight, courtesy of Herdir, Lady Syl's torturer.... :shocking:

Today Catherine went to skingrad mages guild rescued Erathor and got the recommendation sent to the Arcane University. rest of the day she spent exploring a goblin cave with her conjured friend bob. She witnessed battle between two warring Goblin factions then used bob and some fire to clear the caves . She ended up getting some neat enchanted jewelry deep within caves which was stashed by the goblin shamans.. Now she is on her way to the imperial city to sell some of the equipment she got from the caves .

On her way to the imperial city

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With her Horse named pop

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A secret necromancer who grows in power within the Mages guild

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With her secret closest conjured companion named bob

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She will grow within the ranks of the Mages guild in secret to get into the Arcane university, and when the time is right she will strike at the heart of the Mages guild with her companion Necromancers and finally learn all the secrets of the Mages guild. Once the heart of the Mages guild is destroyed rest will fall like a pack of cards. Then Necromancy can be learnt and spread in peace...

organize the tons of books kept on his bed, fix'd he alchmeny center in his house after the everscapms he wanted to keep destroyed it and half the other thing in the house, after that get ride of annoying everscamps.

I've only been playing Oblivion for like a week but seriously I went into what felt like a million oblivion gates closing them. Tedious work, especially when you run out of arrows and have to make run for it haha.

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I thought I had combed Cyrodiil's map with a fine-toothed comb, but somehow I found yet another new location today. Yeah, some cave out it the Colovian Highlands that I had not found, yet again proving that I haven't found everything like I thought I had.... :turtle:

Today my character became Grand Champion of the arena.

I was bored so i decided to assasinate every count, countess and high ranking council member or captain in Cyrodill, without getting caught, sneaky, sneaky Arryn Valker. :toughninja:


EDIT: I know technically you can't kill the counts or countesses, i just went off if i hit them and they didn't spot me, they're dead

Actually, I successfully murdered the Countess of Leyawin once. Had to pay a hefty fine, but it was worth it to kill that racist snob (in case anyone forgets, she hates Argonians and delights in torturing and murdering them just because they are not human...). (It was after I'd completed all of the quests she was involved in, so I was able to get away with it. :hubbahubba: )

Just started the collector quest and the mages guild commendations

Just starting Oblivion myself and enjoying evry bloody second of it.

Today my character got rid of his adoring fan by ditching him the Merchant Inn (Imperial City) . Did the the first mission for the dark brotherhood (very cool) then I headed to Leyawiin to meet back up with some lady orc and we did the mission where you have to kill the black bow clan in some ruin, then I became a Knight (thank you count) and have been given a gourgous little cabin by the river, lovely. Think I may head to Skingrad next...

It is her husband the Count who does the torturing. He is the one with the key to the secret torture room, along with the captain of the guard. The Countess is just your garden-variety racist snob.

Well, I'd have killed her husband, if only he were killable. When I saw that she was, I was in a homicidal mood, and I happily took her out. Had quite the time fleeing the guards.... Even if she didn't actually do the torturing, I never liked her anyway. It felt good to take her down that day. :tongue:

>Explore.
>Oh, look! A unicorn!
>Wait, why aren't these minotaurs attacking him? Oh, well.
>Dispose of aforementioned minotaurs.
>I wonder if I can mount the Unicorn?
>Oh - Oh, god! Why is he chasing me?
>Flee.
>Attempt to fight off Unicorn.
>Your weapon has broken.
>Flee once more.
>Oh, thank god, I seem to have los -
....
>Are you sure you want to load this game?