Shopping in the Market District, bought more robes, sold weapons to that tight-fisted orc, was invited by Claudette to browse the main ingredient (rather bland, nothing exotic.) Spent some time working on a new balm for a ward-incantation.

Telvanni, did you say a new balm to ward off incontinence? Oops, I went back and looked again. I misread.. Sorry. :blush2:

:lmao:

haha my char is not that old yet luckily.....LOL

Straight out of the sewers, my spellsword-in-practice K'shara proceeded to clear Vilverin. Not that easy with FCOM setup, but everything ended up dead in there. And she was rewarded with a nice Elven Katana for it too

Edit: And today she encountered outlaw archers with strategic depleted uranium tipped arrows in the market sewers, the kind that stagger with every shot and destroy armor damn qucikly. They didn't live to tell about the annoyance they caused :stare:

I met M'Aiq!!!111Awesumzlol

Can't believe that crazy Khajiit made it all the way to Cyrodil! Spent hours talking to him, he also mentions fishy sticks (though without the voice-over)....as usual has absolute pearls of wisdom (slight spoilers if you havent spent hours talking to M'Aiq!)

http://www.myimagehub.com/pupload/view/95

My character got sidetracked during his quest to each wayshrine and has just helped take Kvatch from the daedra and deliver Martin to Cloud Ruler Temple. He has now joined the blades and is heading to Cheydinhal because he got a tip that there is Vampires lurking in a cave near it and wants to put a end to them.

:rock:

My character (a female, high elf, assassin) broke into a shop and stole a bunch of swords. I left undetected and then went hunting to practice my archery skills.

More undead cleansing in Wendir, makes for good Restoration training :hehe: Found a two handed elm saber and an Ayleid poleaxe with powerful lightining enchantment :drool:

My monstrous Orc character Grim X went dungeon stomping today. At one point he faced two Flame Atronachs a Clan Runt a conjured up Scamp and Conjurer all at once. Thanks to his brutal strength and super human endurance both at 73 he was able to make short work of these horrors while only guzzling down two strong potions of healing. It was truly rewarding as he found some buetiful orcish armor on one of the Nord warriros he came across later in the dungeon. He then headed out of the dungeon into the dense forest at sunrise only to be caught in a awed gaze at the sight of a young doe walking past a small clearing on the hill above in the early morning light.

Once back in the Imperial City he had a lengthy discussion with Othrelos on sneaking at The Gilded Carafe before selling off many of the alchemical ingrediants and equipment from the past days multiple dungeon jaunts.

Cleared the mines outside of Chorrol. The bandits had nothing of notice with them, but the goblins had some nice treasure in their lair, that are only good for selling, though. They were guarded by a humongous Goblin Warlord that she couldn't defeat in a stand up fight, fortunately the previously acquired Ayleid poleaxe (well not excatly an axe, more like sword on top of a long stick. "Naginata" i think the japanese call it :shrug:) and a ridiculously powerful lightning spell scroll allowed her to kill it.

Attacked Glenroy 5 times in the prison, baurus came and unlocked gate. I went out, used my flare spell on Valen Dreth. Finally revenge, after all those tries!

Shut five of those strange gates. Brought repair hammers. Twenty of them.

Today, laden with plunder, I found a Mace of Weight which over encumbered me when I picked it up. I laughed at the irony. Then I laughed again when I saw it was an iron mace. Then I realized I was stoned.

Baked oblivion is a fantastic experience. The whole immersion-thing really takes off.

Frosty had quite the eventful day. He started off with a contract for the fighters guild. Azzan tasked him with ridding the world of a few more thieves, and Frosty was eager to spill blood with his new silver longblade. The best part of the quest was the dwarven equipment Frosty stumbled upon. Frosty got to replace all of his old steel and legion armor, and upgraded to a dwarven longsword and bow all in one quest. He even found the first enchanted arrow of his career!
Frosty had been spending a lot of time in Anvil, so he decided that it was time to buy an estate in the beautiful city with his newfound fighters guild wealth. Luckily for Frosty, a manor was on sale for just the right price.

Found the second volume of "Excerpts from 'Vampires of Vvardenfell'" while shopping in Bravil. Told Carandial I had to "powder my nose", went upstairs spotted the book and.....it fell into my bag. Whoopsie, an accident of sorts. It will definitely go in my library in Frostcrag, together with the first book given to me by Roland.

There is a suspect room upstairs....it's locked. I think Carndial is hiding something...

Wouldnt it be easier to summon something weak to fire and kill it quick?

I, Arch-Mage Revan, awoke early in the morning, awaken by the sound of my enchanted chest signifying that the ingredients I had placed there the day before had been multiplied. After pawning them off at the Imperial City Market District for around 700 gold, I decided to pursue the request of a women I had met earlier that week. I couldn't quite remember here name, but I knew she wanted Shadowbanish Wine, or something of the sort. The name had sounded familiar to me at the time, and so the night before I had searched my scrolls and books of history. Apparently the wine was used to keep guards warm and improve their eyesight at night as they kept lookout at their forts. I had no use for the potion, as my sight at night is as keen as even a vampire's, such is the power of my magics.
Regardless, I decided that it would be interesting to explore the forts, and this gave me an excuse to take a break from my constant exploration of Alyeid ruins. I took off at a brisk pace, sprinting across the countryside of Cyrodiil. I needed no horse, having been born under the sign of The Steed.
It did not take me long to find a fort to the southwest of Skingrad. I came across an unexpected surprise at this point, a sickening familiar sight. It was a tomb draqed in the colors of necromancy. The same as the tomb that I had destroyed at The Dark Fissure during my campaign against Mannimarco. Next to it was a Skeleton Champion, no doubt a guardian set to protect their vile tool of dark magic from petty thieves or bandits.
Anger boiled up from within the deepest parts of my soul, the very same anger i had felt the night my family had been murdered by necromancers. The same anger I had felt when I saw the bodies of my slain family rise and try to kill me. This was the very reason i had joined the Mage's Guild in the first place, to root out necromancy in all of Tamriel. I drew my Staff of Fire and approached the guardian at a walk, not even trying to conceal myself. The Skeleton quickly noticed me and, driven by the dark magics that bound it to this world, attacked me. My pace unbroken, my hand shot up unleashing a torrent of fire that sent the skeleton flying off in different directions.
I ignored the Dark Shrine at the time, and went into the fort. I scanned the entire dungeon, locating the mass of necromancers. I smiled, and without turning had placed my hand of the door behind me, locking it with my knowledge of alteration. For them to get out, they had to cast a spell that matched mine, and i was sure that it would take at least a dozen for them to pool their power to do so. There were only four.
They were all together in a central room, and I approached them in the same manner i did their guardian. I knew they would have sense their guardian's demise, and would have gleamed a vague image of me from it memories. They were ready, but not nearly skilled enough. The first thing the four of them did was summon the dead, which i denied them. I raised my hand and unleashed the powers of mysticism, and the entire chamber was filled with the torrent of my power to dispel. Their summons disappeared, so they drew their daggers and ran toward me with fire in the hands. I noted their choice of fire magic, and so summoned a atronach of the same element. My summon being immune to their magics, they were forced at this point to retreat. They tried desperately to kill me, but their magic hardly no effect on me. My Breton blood, and my spell of reflect damage kept me safe. My Fire Atronach unleashed its power at the same time i did, and all three of them fell to the floor before me. Satisfied, I turned to leave and destroy the vile tool of darkness outside. On my way out I came across the, until then, forgotten Shadowbanish Wine. =)

A snip from Episode 79 of Buffy's Journal:

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"Good. It's settled then. Now, where's the wood for this staff?" An expectant eyebrow climbed his forehead.

Dropping my pack to the floor, I pointed. "It's in there. Um, it'll take me a minute or two to find it." I knelt by my pack and started rummaging.

After a few moments, Delmar scratched his balding head and said impatiently, "By the Nine, Buffy! How hard can it be to find a staff that's taller than you are?"

I could feel a warm flush as it rose above the top of the white peasant blouse I wore. Having no doubt that my neck, face and even the pointed tips of my ears displayed my discomfort, I said sheepishly, "Well, I have lots in there. You know, stuff."

Placing one hand on his hip and pointing a finger from the other at me, Delmar admonished, "Look, young lady, when you talked me into placing a feather enchantment on your pack long ago, I told you it was to make it lighter for you to carry - not so you could just jam more things into it." He then chuckled and shook his head. "Tell you what, I'll just go work on this other project. You let me know when you find the staff." He scooped up the amulets and soul gems then wandered over toward one of the enchanting altars, shaking his head. "Women," he said softly to the wall in front of him.

By Mara, Buffy! How hard can this be indeed? There was only one place in the pack a staff could fit; all I had to do was find my magic bag.

I figured it was a good thing that my rings, poisons and potions were in quick access pouches I had added to the outside of my pack. Finding anything else though was, well, a little bit of a problem.

I started pulling things out and tossing them on the floor. Azura's Star was always on top. Then out came blue shoes, black and gold shoes, a repair hammer, my buckskin halter top, russet felt shoes. . . .

Ahah! No, that's my alchemy bag. Still kneeling over the pack, I blew at the loose strands of hair that had fallen in front of my face. I then continued adding to the growing pile of items on the floor.

. . . burgundy blouse, Arena raiment, skirts, buckskin boots and greaves, sandals, more blouses, several dresses, two bottles of Tamika's. . . .

I glanced over toward Delmar to make sure he couldn't hear me, then muttered under my breath, "All right Acadian, you can just stop that silent laughing. I know we have to get lots better at organizing this pack. Maybe we can work on it later, but teasing me about it right now isn't helping things one bit!"

"There you are!" I squealed. "Oh, isn't that always the way - right at the very bottom." I pulled the magic bag from my pack and began adding its contents to the floor as well.

"Hmm, Peryite's Spell Breaker shield - I really need to drop that off with Tar-Meena at the Archives. Journal, ink pot, quiver, quills, Slayer. Oh, enchanted arrows - I almost forgot about those. Spare bowstrings and more arrows. . . . Finally!" I slid the staff out of the bag, still amazed how things like a staff or Slayer could fit in there to begin with. I shrugged, guessing that's why it was called a magic bag.

Proudly, I held up the gnarled length of special wood. "See, Delmar? I told you it was in there."

* From Buffy's scrapbook: http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv43/Acadian6/Cho%20Bk%201/ScreenShot761.jpg

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Salacious Fox (Dunmer blade-mage) spent the first half of the night hunting in Outlaw Endre's Cave.
He then spent the second half of the night wondering where Endre was? :laugh:

Kiko went about strolling around the Imperial City Marketplace, slaughtering any shopkeeper that was not essential, then took their gold (not that it was of any use to her).

Nothing. Letting Julia having her run in Morrowind.

Caius Cosades (My character, the actual Blade, sent to Cyrodiil to help with pressing matters.), went into the field of battle, saving Kvatch and surrounding areas. He pulled off a dangerous feat, closing the Oblivion gate that blocked the city and then took back the City of the Wolf with the remaining guard.

Babbo is right now in Imperial city, with the quest to kill a pirate. He have also got a strange note from a dunmer women that he should be in the waterfront district by midnight.
Ofcourse, greedy and moneyloving as he is, he gonna take the chance.
But after the deeds are done, he is planning collect some flower and vegetebels for potions.