Claudia ran all the way from Leyawiin to the far side of Skingrad naked. And at least discovered that when you run naked, you can outrun pretty much anything.

If you are a Master at Heavy Armor/Expert? at Light, it's pretty much as like you're naked if you've equipped it. At least in terms of encumbrance

*These are all on my newest character* Hmm, today, got bored of doing Vahtecan, waltzed outside and discovered a great huge daedric portal in front of my Mages Guild Project! Can't have that!!! In the long one I have a new sigil stone, and one less gate on the map. it is still early in the day so I might go to Imperial City and save the world, Geez, Jauffre is SO pushy!

Dangit! Now Baurus expects me to go crawling around the Imperial city sewers?!? NO WAY!

Meh, Im just gunna go to Chorrol and buy some new Conjuration spells, my scamp is getting abit long in the tooth.

On my new character a Khajiit assassin i was wandering around on the shores of the Imperial Isle looking for pearls to sell, when i came across a Nord woman wielding a shiny claymore that I just had to claim and sell. I snuck around to the top of a large bolder and took aim, the woman not being able to reach me after being nearly killed, took off straight for the entrance to the city. After a few minutes of chasing her down I was finally able to fire an arrow and score a hit. Apparently this woman was some innocent bystander who was simply out for a walk on a nice day and now I'm a murderer, but she did have a very nice sword. =P

I went adventuring with a nord warrior, and he was crushed to death by wooden logs in a bandit cave.

While hunting for Nirnroot I found the Fin Gleam, off the coast of Anvil I believe?

Then I travelled back east and assassinated Valen Dreth. Also completed the pilgrimage to the wayshrines, that took a while.

Upto level 12 now and still loving it!

Well, it has happened a lot in the life of my char since I last posted. To keep it short:

- He has aided Vilja in her personal quest.
- He has *finally* joined the Legion, did several missions plus A LOT of combat training, and ascended to Sergeant.

...and basically that He's now a lvl 30 Master in Blade and Light Armor, and Expert in Heavy Armor, and I'm trying to find a mod excuse for training in the magical arts (I'm unwilling to redo the Mages Guild quest AGAIN...). But right now, I'm spending some of my hard-earned free time exploring the Hammerfell border, and just found something interesting in the middle of the Brena river. Guess I'll have to explore it...

Buffy did not have a good morning. :blush: Here's a snip from Episode 97 of her Journal -

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We both crawled through an opening in the hull and lowered ourselves to the interior main deck. Before our eyes could fully adjust from bright sunshine to dim shadows, I heard a sound that could not come from man, mer nor beast.

My blood ran cold as I spun to face the wailing screech. Less than three paces away was a wraith, its ethereal arms raised in challenge.

If alone, this would have been a really good time to magically disappear and devise a plan. With Mazoga, I would have jumped behind the armor-clad orc, then supported her from a position of safety with bow and spell. Alawen wasn't Mazoga though. I could neither hide behind her nor abandon her. I desperately wanted the wraith away from us. Thoroughly flustered, I cast a demoralize spell. I realized the stupidity of my panicked response, even as the magicka left my fingertips.

The undead apparition, of course, ignored the effect. I could see a globe of energy growing between its ghostly fingers, as my own hand began to form a glow that could turn the undead. The wraith was faster though. My spell fizzled as an icy blast of magic slammed into me, forcing the air from my lungs.

A reassuring twang from behind me announced an arrow that interrupted the spirit's next attack.

After failing another frantic attempt to cast my spell, I realized the wraith had cursed my magic. I reached desperately in one of my pack's outer compartments searching for a dispel potion. The spirit was upon me now and raised a glowing hand. Once again, the snap of Alawen's bowstring heralded an arrow that caused a momentary pause. I gave up fumbling for a potion and raised my bow to block, even though I could not cast a spell to reinforce it. Slayer was nearly knocked from my hand as the spirit swept it to one side. The wraith's other hand struck my shoulder with a frigid blow of such jarring force, I was knocked from my feet.

On my back now, I brought up my knees and bow defensively as I prayed for Alawen to shoot faster. Another arrow only slightly delayed the icy hand that raked freezing tracks across the front of me and completely dislodged the bow from my chilled fingers. Alawen's next two arrows allowed only one more such numbingly cold strike. Finally, the wraith looming over me issued a mournful wail and transformed into a rain of green slime.

The ranger was instantly kneeling beside me. "Buffy, can you hear me? Talk to me!"

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Cayo was well known in the Legion for his fighting abilities, but his magic ones were...less than average. His superiors decided that was unacceptable for a Battlemage, and even less for one who should COMMAND other battlemages. So, in absence of a Battlespire, they decided to "suggest" (aka. send him) to go thought the recently opened gate to Sheogorath's Realm. "Almost as suicidal as going to train to a place between dimensions", was the general thought in the Legion High Command Hall, and that's why they all agreed.

So Cayo spent the next months of his life training the art of war magic in the Shivering Isles. He had limited info over the Realm when he entered, other than the little bits confessed by some captured wizards (after some healthy and highly persuasive torture sessions, of course) which were practising some sort of odd magic. They confessed that the source of those powers was an odd High Elf located in "The slumped-down part of that big city to the East". Cayo went directly there in order to investigate further. His orders were clear, "We cannot tolerate hedge wizards and necromancers to have more powerful magic than us", stated the General. "We must equal them at least. We know for certain that there's someone out there that practises magic and sell spells outside the Mages Guild' control. It's imperative to find and deal with him".

Cayo travelled all over the Isles, fighing many strange creatures, until he reached "the big city of the East" -New Sheoth-. After some persuasion, he was directed to http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Shivering:Earil%27s_Mysteries as the source of that odd magic. Earil presented himself as a student of "Chronomancy", the "Art" of manipulating time. Crazy or not, Cayo decided that it wasn't right to kill him, as he was only a mere merchant earning his life, and technically he wasn't doing anything wrong. Plus, he wasn't very sure of how Imperial Law would fit in a realm of Oblivion. So he made a deal of gold with him instead, in exchange for some knowledge of that powerful magic, which Earil agreed.

It took time for Cayo to understand and being able to practise such powerful and odd magic (multiple projectiles who auto-target enemies, magic poisonous arrows, teleportation, force fields that push and knocks down enemies around a certain area, etc). In the meantime, he learnt of a cruel, horrible place called the "Hill of Suicides" and discovered that some souls were kept there forever as a punishment for trying to free themselves from that deluded world. He decided to pay a visit, and once there he used his Mystic abilities in order to determine the way to free those poor souls. It turned out that he had to retrieve the skulls of the ghosts and return each to them in order for the enchantment to be broken. So he travelled all around the Isles, luring in Zealot-infested and grummite-populated ruins and caves, finding the skulls and returning them to their owners.

Once all five of the ghosts were freed, Cayo suddenly realized an inmediate comprehension of the nature of life and death, and learnt how to Reanimate a fallen copse for one minute a day. "Maybe that'll be useful someday" -he thought- "But I better keep it off-the-record...it sounds too much like necromancy to me...and it'll sound even more to my superiors, I'm sure of it".

Cayo finished his basic Battlemage training in the Isles and returned to Cyrodiil, where the returned Swampmoth Legion had some work ready for him.

I Got up at 5 am to go hunting for venison. Then i went to the local tavern (Grey mare) And was suprised by the dead different raced people there. Then i remembered: Oh snap, i killed these people when i was doing the Hermeaus mora quest :ermm: So i went to the other local place in chorrol instead... me forgotz what it be called.

Killed some Daedra, learned more about the Mythic dawn, and is currently en route to a Sigil stone, but She did find a band of Khajiit adventurers, so she won't have to do this alone.

After doing some assignments for the Swampmoth Legion, his commander finally gave Cayo some off-duty days (months, to be precise) before having to report again to the Imperial Nightblades for more assignments. After going back to his castle (Seaview) and putting all of his stuff in order, Cayo put himself some comfortable clothes and went adventuring.

First of all, he went to some cliffs southeast of Anvil, a place he loved since he first saw it: enjoying the sea breeze, picking up sea urchin meat, hunting mudcrabs, and enjoying a nice, sea-flavoured meal are some of the things he enjoys the most. After sleeping at the beach, under a hollowed fallen tree, he went all the way though the Valenwood border, and then south into Elsweyr. After talking a bit with the Legion officers at the most prominent active Legion Fort, and learning of some disturbances in Dune, he decided to go south towards the city.

It seemed that it all was calm when he arrived, and seeing so, Cayo decided just to enjoy his hard-earned free time. He bought some goat milk (which he also loves), along with goat cheese and meat and some other local delights (almonds, pistachoes, some sweet meals...Khajiit apparently loves anything sweet...), and he made a several hours city tour. He liked Dune so much that he decided to buy the house that was avaliable in the Hightown part of the city. It is very small, and was pretty skimpy at the beginning, but after buying some furniture it turned out to be a nice, cozy man-cave.

After resting for a while in his new house, Cayo awoke at afternoon and decided to scout a bit the surroundings of the city. It was a matter of luck that he found an elephant merchant being attacked by a desert troll. He managed to kill the beast, and save the merchant and his stuff. He also found a Khajiit wise woman' camp, and he talked with her about lots of things, some Elsweyr-related, some relating to the dark times they were living.

Cayo went back to the city by nighttime, and slept soundly in his house. Or better said, he tried to sleep, but some loud combat sounds from the Palace nearby didn't allowed him to catch sleep. He went to investigate, 15 fire damage-spear in one hand (a trophy from a bandit camp he found not far from the Legion Fort), and his Fury spell in the other (30/30/30 Fire/Frost/Shock for 5 sec on Target), and he found two Khajiiti factions fighting each other, alongside with some fearsome and enormous Alfiq tigers. Cayo tried to watch and stay away from the fight, but some of the soldiers and tigers surely mistook him for a member of the other faction, and he had to put them down. At the end of the fight, only one soldier remained, and he attacked Cayo as well. A single cast of his Fury attack convinced him of otherwise, along with killing him.

Once the palace was silent, Cayo went back to his house, while meditating in the way to it about power, the hunger for it, and how and why two brothers could fight between them and (possibly) get killed in order to achieve it. Finally deciding that it was out of reach of his comprehension, he went back to sleep. (Continue).

Mage lord airinor's gold was getting to be in short supply, so deciding to restock up he left for the hills to...recover some stolen goods. Outside of a bandit hidout, andres to be precise, he saw a battle going on between a defender and two bandit archers. Thinking the defender was a good person he smote the archers with his new spell called Storm Strike, quite effective but mana costly. Maybe not the best choice for an atronock but you gotta live a little.

The defender actually was a hostile person and slapped him with a glass longsword, a blast of lightning halted that problem. Inside i found two groups of adventures fighting the bad guys, khajit and orsmer. Accidentally slew a noble orc adventurer, not the best day. I did walk away with three pieces of armor worth about 3500 apiece, so i guess it was a success

It was a sunny morning when Cayo woke up, after a nice night of sleep, and he decided to take profit of the good weather, and start the way to his next destination: Corinthe. He left Dune and went south until he reached some hills he couldn't go thought, so he turned east. Soon after the landscape changed almost radically: from nothing else than sand dunes to a red, rocky landscape filled with palm trees. He reached a twin canyon that looked just fantastic at the dawn's light, so he stopped for a while to enjoy the scenery. After some moments of relaxation, he realized that going thought the canyons wouldn't be easy: they both were all the way down, his Acrobatic skill wasn't his best one precisely, and they were plagued with a race of rat-goblins, not precisely known to be hospitalary. Great. "Let's put the Battlemage training to use, then" -he thought-.

He descended to the bottom of the westerner canyon, only to find a rat wizard. Cayo launched a horde of magic auto-targetting missiles and some casts of Fury before finishing him off with the spear. As he continued descending he realized that the death of that wizard didn't like too much to the other rat-goblins, as a warlord attacked him soon after. Instinctively, Cayo casted a 50% Shield spell (base armor=25. + 50 = 75), which proved to be vital, as that rat paralyzed him with a cunning hit of his mace. Cayo managed to survive the whole time he was paralyzed, but he was in a pretty bad shape. Fortunately, after casting Mara's Gift he regained all his health (he has his HP capped to 200), and managed to finish off that annoying goblin. Close call...

Soon after that battle, he *finally* managed to get out from those canyons, only to find another tribal Khajiiti' bandit camp. "Well, at least it's a nice middle point to rest until the morning" -he thought-, But first I must convince the owners to leave. He smiled for himself, and went to the camp, where he discovered they were fighting already. Turns out that some wild beast was trapped inside the camp' fences. Cayo took the chance of that distraction, and jumped in, but he was quickly overwhelmed by the bandits, who soon turned their attention to him, as the beast was slayed, and the distraction vanished.

Cayo managed to hide behind a hut, his chest bleeding from an arrow. He wasn't that badly injured, and he managed to dispatch two of the bandits on his first assault, by spear and magic, but there were still too many of them. Suddenly, the indomitable warrior whitin him woke up, and after a bit of basic healing he bravely charged towards the two archers that were harassing him since the beginning. He launched a Fury spell to the first one, knocking him off due to the violence of the spell, and finished him with the spear while the bandit was still on the ground. Then he launched a second spell to the other archer before he could do anything, calcinating him instantly. There were only two remaining. Cayo began a close combat with them, spear vs spear. Fortunately, Cayo's weapon and skills were superior, and the combat soon ended, with him victorious. He learnt in the way some new tricks in Blade and Destruction that upped him to lvl 41.

Before he went to rest, Cayo looted the camp, finding some goat stuff inside a hut (milk, meat and cheese). He inmediatly took a big gulp of the milk, which the hut kept fresh and delicious. "Is there anything better than this after a hard combat in the middle of the desert?" -were his thoughts-, "I think not". He also discovered a big cauldron that was put on the camp' bonfire, and realized that it was filled with some odd, heavily spiced goat stew. Truth is that it smelled like the food of a Divine, so he gave it a try, and it was absolutely delicious. After that excellent supper, he hit the bedroll, ready to continue to Corinthe the next morning.

Days, are fictional, I played a lot today
Argonian Battlemage
Occupation: Farmer, Busboy, Assassin
Staff: Staff of Hoarfrost

Day 1.
Beginnings: After my escape from prison, I had no place to go. Down Lake Rumare I let myself float, hoping to turn up near friendly civilization. At least I might find lodging in which to get some rest. I stumbled upon The Roxey Inn, an unkept shack run by a comely Nord lass. There seemed something shady about the visitors, so I bargained for a cheap bed, and slept the night. In the morning I grabbed some apples and a sweetroll for breakfast, having forgotten my money was run out. I couldn't help but smile, however, as this could be an opportunity for employment. The Nord woman declined my offer of working off my debt at her inn, and promptly kicked me out.

Day 3.
It was a long, arduous journey before I stumbled on a beautiful garden surrounded by large cottages, and a sheep corral. I was amazed to find such a heavenly village. During my travels I had lived off mudcrab meat I had harvested with my bare hands, cleaning the meat with a makeshift wooden knife, and roasting over bandit fires. This village was nothing like Argonia. But surely, it was the next best thing. Evidently, the citizens had been struck by a young mage's invisibility spell. I made a deal with the innkeeper, who seemed to run the show. If I turn the citizens of his town visible again, I receive a paying job. I am not proud of the measures I took to negotiate with the invisibility-casting mage, but they were necessary steps, and I will only look forward. Having turned Aleswell to normal, I was rewarded a bedroll and the paying job I have been looking for all this time. I may only be a humble busboy, but I will carry out my tasks with a newfound and overwhelming vigor, for it is but my first stepping stone in the Imperial Dream.

Day 7.

The job keeps me very busy. The village consists of a pleasant Orc farmer, a fellow Argonian shepherd, and a Dunmer family, the innkeepers. I am not working under the Dunmer. No, my father taught me dignity. For I would be a slave in a free land. Rather, I work for the town itself. The five inhabitants chip in daily for my pay. I work odd jobs that vary day by day. But my real role is to keep the the town of Aleswell' business running smoothly. Attracting customers along the Red Ring Road, stocking up on supplies during trips to the Imperial City, and then some. On all days I am required to wake up at 6 and sweep the inn. Next I will check with all the villagers for any necessary supplies, and if something is needed, I will travel to the Market District to fetch it. If not, I will check the Corral and crops for any oversights, and head out by 11:00 to attract business our way. If I catch a break I'll be sure to continue my studies of the Daedra. Although my only breaks take way from my sleeping hours.

Day 18.
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The job pays just fine. And I'm glad to have shelter. I've even grown to put my racial hatred aside. These Dunmer don't mind me and I don't mind them. But I still get little time to continue my studies. All my surplus gold spent on Daedric books, and no time to read them. I'm itching for a break. But I must keep working.

Day 30.

I've been getting nightmares. Seeing things. Flashbacks to my clan in Argonia. Flashbacks to that dreadful morning when the Dunmer came. They carry on throughout the whole night, as far as I can tell. I've been missing early hours because of it. To make things worse, I still can't continue my studies. I'm pent up in here. But I can get through it. If I don't all I will be left with is the clothes on my back and a stale loaf of bread.

Today Lissa bought herself a cozy little shack in Bravil. She is now spending sometime in town getting to kniw the locals.

Tell her to say hi to Kud-Ei, Ardaline and the rest of the girls at the guild hall for Helena!

Dont worry, I will! She wants everyone in Bravil to know her face before she gets to comfortable. Besides, her good friend Jessie also lives in Bravil, so she's happy!

Sigrid the Golden spent her 4th day since escaping the Imperial prison journeying to Kvatch to fetch the missing heir. She's not sure whether she's annoyed more by Vilja's constant pvssyr or Stoker's sporadic query as to whether she's always this idle. In any case they both shut up a bit once she took them into the Oblivion Gate.

The three closed the Gate*, then helped the surviving Kvatch Guard dispatch the first batch of invading Daedra,after which Stoker wandered off to parts unknown. I assume he'll show up later when it's not so boring. Meanwhile the ladies took Martin back to Weynon Priory, killed some more assassins and are now accompanying the heir to the Dragon Throne to Cloud Ruler Temple. Once that's done I guess she'll help Vilja with that root identification problem she's got, but Stoker may get set to permanently sweeping the floors in the Hideout if continues to be a pain. :tongue:

*To be precise two of us closed the Gate. Stoker fell off the bridge from the central tower to the smaller one and didn't show up again until Sigrid and Vilja had actually cleared out the last area of the great tower.

After one satisfying final visit to the Blackwood Company Headquarters, my character Hulgarth, nicknamed The Edge (since he is sharp as the edge of a blade and he lives on the edge too, spending most of his life in a constant struggle bettween survival and death) returned to Chorrol to report to his friend Oreyn. He was then directed to Vilena Donton, from whom he received a most undesirable (in his opinion) and surprising gift. He is not happy with it, as most people would, for he desires no honors or royalties. Destiny has a way of pushing him towards the path of the Hero and responsability though, and he must carry on and fulfill what it reserved him, no matter how unpleasant it is. If this continues for much longer though, he doesn't really know how much he will be willing to bear. The snowfields of Skyrim seem distant now...

ps: spoilerfree!

Stopped a hijack, found the Draconian Madstone, helped Hircine, bought all the houses and found the Ring of Vitality. Completed a couple of FG contracts as well when I think about it. It have been a busy day for Sabinus Cullian.

Ancoi Tierre woke up and had a quick Breakfast of Bread and Cheese, accompanied by Graqes and an Orange. Feeling better, he left his Talos Plaza home in the Tiber Septim hotel and headed for the Market District. The Breton toddled into Edgar Vautrine's Discount Spells, after finding out what Edgar could teach him, Ancoi learned how to cast a Snowball and Summon a Scamp.
Ancoi had heard of a large Ayleid City near the Imperial City, after getting a Guard to locate it's general lcoation on his map, Ancoi departed the city and headed for the Ayleid Ruin.
Famished after walking the long Talos bridge, he headed into the Wawnet Inn for a light lunch. He pvssyd to Nerussa about the ruin and found it was called Fanecasecul and was a popular adventuring spot.
After filling himself up, Ancoi left for the Ruin and was there within the hour. The Snowball proved useful immediately, with an Axe wielding Redguard swinging at the Breton. The spell disposed of him quickly, when Ancoi got his aim right.

Inside, the Scamp did all the work for Ancoi, as he picked up strange blue stones for his research. By the time he was out, it was dark. Ancoi slept under the stars wondering about the stones he'd picked up. The sleep was surprisingly good and Ancoi felt refreshed in the morning and 'cooked' himself some roast Mudcrab for breakfast. By the time he got to the Wawnet Inn, he was hungry again. Ancoi went inside and had a bite to eat, while mulling over the sparkly stones.

MY Character Awoke from a dead sleep on Earth in a dark Dank Prison Cell in Nirn, escaped said cell and attached prison, wandered into the attached city, Nearly resorted to pick pocketing to make some moneys, found enough in barrels to get 20 gold, slept in the inn in the market district, went out exploring, killed a bandit and felt bad about it, got shot by an archer and slaughtered him mercilessly for being a jerk, entered a dungeon almost got killed 5 times, ate some lunch then went back to town to try and get some information on where the heck he is.

I try to only use a bow, I have very few spells (Almost all the 'basic' on touch spells) And I try to sleep every night and eat at least 2 times a day. Currently level 3 or 4, Can't remember.

Also he complains to the merchants and citizens or Nirn, "You got magic, spells that could disintegrate an Elephant, Potions that can cure seemingly any ailment... But not a single one of you was able to invent chocolate. I miss chocolate so much... Though my teeth don't, but that is a different story, did I ever tell you about the time a Band of Bandits and a War party of Marauders got into a war over an Orange? Well I was exploring Fort Nikel and..."

As Aefion, I actually decided to leave Anvil and go compete against another Minotaur lord in the arena. Took me several iron arrows and a couple of silver ones, plus 1 elven arrow to bring it down, with minimal damage from its ebony warhammer. After that, I went to see the adoring fan. I was going to make him follow me, so I could 'take care of him' but then I thought, "well as annoying and irritating as he is, I'm not committing murder..."

As the Destroyer... well, I just killed another couple of guards and looted their bodies. Then I sat down at the round table in the Elder Council chambers and wondered what to do, since they're all dead. Being an evil lord of destruction loses its shine once you've wiped out the world...

Edit: This is a good thread, cos it gives people a look into the private lives of Oblivion's heroes and villains!