I just got finished with stealing an orb from the Moth Priests for the Gray Fox. Capital! :tops:

I laughed every time he said capital.

(mod) http://www.tesnexus.com/downloads/file.php?id=33037

fighting the zombie apocolyps

Luca Vespillo stared at the Highwayman before her. A sneering Khajiit demanding the small fortune she had earned. Maybe she did not deserve it. Maybe it was the price to pay for her misdeeds. But all of that be damned, it was all Luca had, and those septims were hers. She would not be a coward this time. Luca drew her blade. The Khajiit Highwayman attacked her.

It was a long fight. Luca almost did not survive; she was not very skilled with a blade, even still. Despite this, Luca got a lucky strike and the Khajiit went down and stopped moving. http://i42.tinypic.com/1zpksq8.jpg The knot in her stomach twisted. Another dead by her hand.

Luca stared at his dead body for a long time before proceeding across the bridge. Half way across, she stood up on the railing and looked down at Niben Bay. http://i42.tinypic.com/15qs1ux.jpg The impact into the water might kill her, or if not, the pain it would cause, coupled with the pain of her recent fight, would certainly be enough to paralyze her as she drowned. It would all be over. All of her shame and guilt and the knot in her stomach, all gone. But she did not jump. This angered Luca. She wasn't sure if it was cowardice or bravery, but it was frustrating all the same. She walked for a long, long time, with no real idea of where she was going.

Eventually, Luca ended up in Anvil as it poured down rain. There, http://i41.tinypic.com/25p1dw2.jpg

So we right about where our characters are in Cyrodiil? Or after the Oblivion crisis? Does it have to be ingame related or just lore-wise following the events of that character?

Werewolf&Vampire you can write about anything to do with your character's journey in cyrodiil. if it involves any spoilers though (main quest items found/side quests e.t.c.please use the spoilers option in other styles link,so as not to spoil anything for people who have yet to do the quest :wink_smile:

Thanks!

Kraven Desselius:

“You are a beast birthed from heart. An animal of dangerous qualities. And that is why you were chosen to be a gladiator…and if you survive… perhaps something more, something greater.”

Thunder shouted. It was not the sound of the lightning striking the skies twain, nor was it the celestial ruckus from above. But rather, the very familiar roar of the crowd. Screaming, shouting and clapping, they cheered for entertainment. They chanted for their champion, their hero, their gladiator. A man of renown, a myth that stood a legend. They called his name, summoning his presence. They wished for blood, they longed for death. But the warrior knew this fight was like no other. He knew this would be the hardest fight of his life. It is hardly a martial difficulty, but emotionally scarring.

The slave combatant stood at the gate, his breathing heavy, his eyes straight. His hand gripping his weapon he would use to take the life of his opponent. The sun’s rays infiltrating through the iron bars, shining on his metal belt. For years, he fought, killed and suffered. But nothing would pain him more for what about to come. A single moment of sorrow hit his chest like the sharpest arrow or the longest blade. The announcer spoke to the massive crowd, goading them into screaming louder to where their voices became hoarse and faint. He spoke of the delicate nature of the current fight they were going to witness. A fight not even the combatants themselves would imagine would happen. It was a fight to the death. No quarter given, no mercy shown. This was a fight to be long remembered.

His name was sprung out loud from the announcer‘s mouth, echoing throughout the fighting grounds which could prove to be his last. The gates lowered and the match as ready to begin. The crowd of Cyrodiil erupted with a shout so loud, it could pierce the ears of the gods themselves. I survived this long…what does fate have in store for me? His entire life repeated in endless repetition within his mind. His beginning, his middle, all bringing him to his inevitable end. To the conclusion itself. The long-haired gladiator placed the helmet onto his head and marched forth into the light to meet his fate.


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Vera Darksky:

Vera gasped out loud, almost as simotaneously as her eyes opened. Quickly, she sat up from her supine position off of the ground. She felt different, she was different, as was her surroundings which were almost alien to her. The Great Forest of Cyrodiil in which she hunted day and night was no longer in sight, rather, it was replaced by an even larger ecosystem. The new territory in which she found herself was dangerous, perilous and a welcome challenge for an individual of her caliber. The forest was larger than life, trees reaching out into the sky, widely sparsed while bushes were closed tight together as a close-knit family of shrubs. She heard birds chirp, strange creatures bellow and insects crawl around her. From the brightness she could tell it was daylight, but it felt different than anything she had ever experienced. She could not see the sun as the trees above blocked her view.

In Nirn, she was a Bounty Hunter, a renown mercenary who killed and captured the dangerous criminals of Tamriel, from the swamps of Black Marsh to the forests of Cyrodiil to the dry deserts of Hammerfell all the way to the frigid peaks of Skyrim. Years of training conditioned her to be the best of the best, to achieve her full potential. Now she found herself in a different situation altogether. What in Hircine's name happened to me?

Vera tried to wrap her mind around her previous task, what was she doing before she found herself in this new world? What had happened to her? Did I die? Was I transported here? Slowly, but surely, she began to recollect memories of her nightly escepades. She was in a village in Cyrodiil, drinking a large tankard of Cyrodiilic Brandy, her favorite beverage. Then under the influence of the twin celestial bodies, she began to shift and change shape. Her blond hair reducing to black fur, her ears becoming tufted, her teeth growing into dagger-like fangs, her keen amber eyes coloring into a golden feral glow. Her nimble hands growing painfully into a monstrous hand with claws. Within seconds, every trace of human was erased. The young Imperial was now a full blown creature. The tavern exploded into chaos. Her last view was a small child cowering in the corner.

Now she was somewhere else. I survived, then? she thought, I must have. She looked to herself and found herself naked. But something was amiss! Something was wrong! The fact that she stood nvde was not strange to her. No, infact she was use to it for many years. But the eerie truth was she was not drenched in sweat, neither gored with the blood of her prey. No! She was clean! I did not kill last night? If I did not, why do I feel stronger than before? She began to walk the large forest as her mind raced through a myriad of different scenarios. But among the thoughts she had, only one overcame the rest; Where am I?

New sounds infiltrated her sharp ears, keen eyes searched her surroundings for clues and shoeless feet began to feel the ground in which she continued to tread. Suddenly, she heard a loud noise that bellowed greater than the most treacherous of beasts, a sound that made her head whirl to it's direction. It was long and loud and very much clear; a horn. She raced toward it, her feet carrying her over rotten logs and moss, beneath overhanging branches and out of the way of stones. Vera saw an opening ahead. She more she ran, the larger it seemed. But it was a sight unlike any other. Something not seen in the mundane world. As she emerged from the inside of the forest, she reached a narrow peak. Her amber eyes widened even larger at the amazing sight. The sun was blood red, drawing the rest of the sky in a crimson hue. A daymoon could be seen from the side, but it was neither Masser nor Secunda. But a single unidentified body. This is not Nirn.

Below her was an expansive view. A giant plain full of running cattle she had not remembered before with large horns and strong back legs. Among them was a lone bipedal figure running along with them, fleeing whatever predator followed. Her eyes did not squint to notice it was a man. A skinny Dunmer man of average height shirtless with nothing but dirty pants and a small dagger in his hand. His head looking back and forth, his chest heaving up and down, explaining Vera that he had been running for his dear life. She could hear his ragged gasps and cries and pants as he joined with the craven livestock. Before she could act on it, another horn sounded off into the day and she saw more individuals emerge from the tall grass below. Although running in the same speed, they were not the prey, but predators! Nords and bosmers riding large bears who dwarfed any other bear she had encountered back in Nirn. Their bulkyness did not slow their amazing speed in which they ran. The large sinewey nord shouted in his native tongue, launching a spear from his hand which flew across the air in an amazing grace. The spear purposly struck the fleeing Dunmer in the leg, causing him to tumble down on the grass, falling behind the large deer-like animals. Soon, the large bears were over him, reducing his ashen skin to nothing but a pile of chewed flesh and gnawed bone. Vera smiled to herself. A malignant grin spread across her features at the realization of where she was.

I am home.

Wow, I'm truly gripped by her story. It mirrors Arum's journey so well. I hope that Luca too can find peace and salvation within a new family. :wavey:

Are you playing her as dead is dead?

It really is a crazy coincidence that her path seems to be leading her in a similar direction as Arum. It just happened! It's times like these that I'm glad I roleplay as hardcoe as I do. This whole time, I knew where the DB questline would take her, but I had no idea how she'd react when she got there. It's been a bunch of surprises recently. It's nice when characters take on a life of their own like that.

I wasn't playing her as dead is dead at first, but I am now. If she does go down the path of the Knights of the Nine as she appears to be headed, there will definitely be some tough times ahead of her. I'm not entirely convinced she'll make it, given her lack of combat skill.

Weye, the manse, mid-morning. Tis an absolutely gorgeous day, perfect for travel. My decrepit avatar just returned from an early-morning assignment gathering run to the Capitol. With Wolfgang and Vilja (who elected to remain in the manor rather than accompany him to IC) now in tow, he's about to step outside, untether mounts and Groucho, and hit the road for Chorrol. Assuming the patrol goes well they will continue on to Brina Cross for tax collection, then speak with a purported contact in Anvil.

ADDENDUM:
Since no one has posted in the interim I'll just mention here that the gang did indeed travel first to Chorrol, then Brina Cross, then Anvil, where they will spend the night.

-Decrepit-

Lady Saga's game started tonight at Lord Drad's Estate. She cleared out one of the slave houses and then decorated it with flowers, leaves, gems, pearls, etc. It's already looking a little more stylish. :wub: But there's lots of work to be done.

She went to the other slave house (Erthor's) which is still quite a mess. If he want to live that way, let him, she figures. :rolleyes: for we are NOT going back to Skingrad anytime soon.

She and Erthor set off to the North, found Fort Sutch (appears to be abandoned) so she and Erthor walked towards a nearby stand of trees. The way they were arranged (around a group of boulders) suggested there might be something over the rise. They walked west, and found an Ayelid ruin called Beldaburo. Cleared it, and are now setting south towards Anvil to sell her wares.

I love this game. I love the simplicity of Oblivion :wub: Skyrim is great, too, but it's nice playing a game like Oblivion that I already know so well. I know what Lady Saga is most likely to face and how to deal with it. :yes:

Also, it′s nice to be able to just wander around with no goal in mind but to enjoy the scenery ^_^

Edit: Lothran is now home at last. Bruma was calling for him

Reached Faregyl (which is a full-fledged village thanks to Arthmoor's magic). Met this weird Khajiit called S'jirra, who had lost her jumbo potatoes (and nuts if you ask my nord warrior Wrath).

Contains spoilers for this vanilla side quest:

Very true, very true.






your story with the potato quest sounded a heck of a lot more interesting than mine! This is one of my least favorite quests, just made me roll my eyes. :rolleyes:

Artemisia took a nice leisurely stroll down to Leyawiin and then back to Bruma. Closing about http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/subrosa_florens/oblivion/Oblivion578.jpg in the process. She can't seem to walk ten feet without running into another one. Now she is back in Bruma, where she has forced me to fix up her new house, as the vanilla Bruma house was simply beneath a woman of her standards. Now she is http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/subrosa_florens/oblivion/Oblivion583.jpg, and http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/subrosa_florens/oblivion/Oblivion584.jpg. Where did that cat come from? http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/subrosa_florens/oblivion/Oblivion586.jpg

Etta is walking in the rain, in the dark, from an inn north of Bravil, bound for an appointment in Cheydinhal. She has killed four people along the road, with barely a notice.

Lall'ah is on the road to Anvil. An armored Bosmer in Skingrad has informed her that she might qualify for admission to the Fighters Guild, and that she should speak to a man at the Anvil guild hall. Lall'ah is sick of outlaw life, sick of living in damp ruins, sick of intimidating people on the road. Two days ago, she helped the people of the little village of Aleswell with a visibility problem they had, and it made her feel good. There's gotta be more to life than more of the Same Old Thing.

Lorna Doom has escaped from the Imperial Prison, via the sewer. The folks back home in Bruma would never believe what just happened. She wouldn't believe it herself, if she weren't carrying the thing in her pack. It's just after sunset, and the light is all gold and purple. The first stars are showing. Lorna is a Nord Battlemage, and she is heading for Chorrol. Two days ago she was half-dead in some gutter. Now it is as if her life has just begun. Lorna shoulders her pack, blasts an aggressive mudcrab with an offhand burst of fire, and sets off to the west.

Lorna Doom, is that a play on Lorna Doone? The cookie? :cookie:

:hehe:

Skingrad, mid afternoon. The gang traveled there on patrol. A package was delivered to the local Merchants Guild representative. Whilst in the city we learned that two merchants require assistance recovering valuable goods. We of course accepted both commissions and now formulate a battle-plan.

-Decrepit-

Oh! As an old Germs fans, I just assumed it was a reference to http://punkturns30.blogspot.com/2007/05/lorna-doom-of-germs.html (All you people are too young to know what I'm talking about, but, hey...)

Still trying to get all my mods to work together :brokencomputer: I think its Duke Patricks stuff messing with FCOM in which case Goodbye FCOM :cryvaultboy:

I FOUNT OUT WHAT IS WAS!!! :celebration: It was Item Exchange thought i had all the masters but i didnt that mod has too many masters :tes:

The truth is that it was a play on the name of a character in an old 19th Century novel, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lorna_Doone. I think the cookie may have been named after the novel, which was quite popular long ago.

Morning, not terribly long past sunrise. My decrepit avatar and Vilja just entered a ruin between Chorrol and Anvil, not far off the westernmost West Road. This is the second ruin visited in fulfillment of their several newly acquired item-recovery commissions. The first ruin, located just off the the easternmost West Road, was a washout. This one surprised us. We apparently either have not visited it before or didn't venture far from the entry. Twill be a new experience for us...a rarity at this point.

Between the two crawls they spent the evening in Chorrol, restocking their merchandise shoppe and sleeping at the local Fighters Guild hall,

-Decrepit-

Finally Lothran is in Bruma again to spend yet another winter with all his friends. If he′s lucky, a certain blond Bosmer with pointy ears and who giggles in her sleep will visit him again! :celebration: :hugs:

When Buffy last visited Bruma, she was saddened to learn that Lothran had not yet migrated north for the winter. Now that she knows he has, she’ll break out her resist frost ring and dig out Superian’s similarly enchanted saddle pad and plan for a visit! She hopes the Dwemer heater she had sent from Equestria (in The Valley of the Horses) arrives at the Wild Eye Stables before she arrives. She was so glad to hear that Lothran got his fireplace working!

And I’ll have you know, she doesn’t giggle in her sleep. Well, unless you tickle her ears or feet. :twirl: