All this crossing the border into Skyrim willy nilly! One day Lothran might want to explore the northern regions properly! He'll be very welcome to stay with my character http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l528/Lady-Mara-2/Achilles2.jpg and his wife if that day ever comes!

If I'm not too busy tomorrow, I'd like to spend some time with Arum or Skarsgard. I remember leaving Skarsgard in a rather awkward situation involving a lot of mead, a rather large warhammer and somebody else's wife...

Etta killed the strangely glowing elytra, and cut out its venom sac, as instructed. It was filled with an odd gelatinous green paste with a strangely intoxicating smell. There was something both attractive and repulsive about the stuff.

She tried the membranous door that secured the cave entrance, even slashing at it with her sword. It gave to the touch, like a tough leather, but nothing would penetrate it. Thadon's voice murmured in her head, "...you eat the Felldew, then use the Chalice..." You had to eat this stuff to get in. She sniffed the paste. Appealing and appalling.

Etta had some serious doubts about this. When in doubt, wait...

She wrapped the Felldew in some rubbery leaves, and stuffed it into her pack. According to the beggar in town, Big Head's fork was last seen in the possession of one of those robed fools, further down the road. She would check that out now. Thadon could wait a bit longer for his chalice. Big Head was a lot more likeable, anyway.

Etta took one more look at the membrane door, and shuddered. Then she shouldered her pack and set off down the hill.

Cheza slumped down in a chair, she was in a strange room deep inside the Imperial Palace. A blind priest quickly presented her with an Elder Scroll. She was used to feeling a great rush when objects of great value came into her possession, but not today. "What in the world have I gotten myself into? I'm halfway through my task, surrounded by guards and I'm utterly defenseless".

Getting this far had taken much more then she had expected. Bravado had both fueled her and blinded her, instead of taking the time to prepare for the task Cheza had charged out of the meeting with the Grey Fox and went directly to the sewers. Her quiver had gone empty deep below the palace in some bizarre ruin. The dagger she carried had an enchantment which made up for her lack of skill in wielding it, but the magic quickly wore off. As she ran for her life, with undead horrors chasing her something her father once said echoed through her mind "arrows are limited, if you are to defend yourself properly you must learn to use a blade!".

As she rested in her chair her mind wandered, "I just spent hours wandering through the sewers and fighting rotting corpses, for their sake I hope these blind monks have also lost their sense of smell".

Edit: Would like some feedback on my writing I'm very new at this!

Heh! I think dear old Lothran is very content in Cyrodiil and I think he will stay there. But he sends his thanks to Achilles with hopes for a bright future!

I′m not gonna ask what that′s supposed to mean

@glargg
Reading about Etta′s adventures in the Madgod′s realm makes me think of Lothran when he went there for the first time. He really wanted to escape Cyrodiil at this time in his life and Shivering Isles was perfect! All the things he did and saw however made him long back home and with only the exceptional visit aftwerwards he hasn′t been back.

@Federally
Nice story there I hope Cheza gets through all right

Thank you. Writing or story telling have never really been my thing but your thread caught my eye and I decided to barge in. It's never too late to expand your horizons right?

Definitely not and you are most welcome to share your character′s adventures here! I always liked telling a good story, but tbh the problem was I was never really good at it. Coming to these forums however has improved my Telling Skill by several points now I think

Or at least I hope

I got to play with young Jerric Kjellingson the Nord Battlemage this morning. Possibly the most fun I’ve had playing Oblivion.



Kjellingson arrived at the Skingrad Mages Guild hall in the middle of the night. Just in time to see the chapter head cross the hall and shack up with Vigge the Cautious. Kjellingson took the opportunity to climb into her empty still-warm bed, grinning at his good luck. He slept late and awakened cuddling Sulinus Vassinus.

Oh well, thought Kjellingson. I’m not going to worry about what didn’t even wake me.

He spent the morning pillaging the guild hall for supplies. Sadly the Skingrad chapter was richer in fancy clothing than alchemical ingredients. An hour's work produced a few of his precious magicka potions, plus several others for sale. All things considered, he decided he would rather use his luck picking mushrooms than bed partners.

On the way to his guild assignment, Kjellingson took a break to pick some flowers and go swimming. He let the air dry him until his sunburn was bad enough to require healing. Later he got some practice with his new Fireball spell and had time to regret selling all of the Restore Fatigue potions. He returned to Skingrad as the sun set, a grateful little Bosmer trotting at his heels.

After a dinner of mostly Tamika’s wine since he had used up all of the hall’s food making potions, Kjellingson collapsed into a free bed. He wondered with whom he would awaken. And far more importantly, if he would be able to buy sweetrolls from Salmo in the morning.

Oh, that Skingrad mages guild!

I was quite surprised by Etta's decision to put off the Felldew excursion, given that she's usually on the attack. I'm realizing that she's seen a lot of addiction, degradation, and sorrow in her life.

She did go back to the Burrow, after retrieving the Fork, and is presently deep in the lower tunnels, running out of Felldew, and wishing she'd stuck with her intuition.

It's become a rite of passage. What will this character do when they wake up with Vigge the Cautious?

Well Aurane Valodius has had an interesting few days, after his father died, he left him his estate, where Aurane proceeded to get drunk, run outside shirtless, and pick fights with the wildlife. Other then that, he has just been wandering around the Imperial City, often going into the sewers to help clean up the bad things that dwell within.

I think that is what turned all my characters into lisbians!

Not to mention Falanu is nearby!

Oh yeah,she is to DIE for

Cheza sat down in the corner of a shack, it was in the waterfront district of the Imperial City and in dire need of repair. The sound of the rain on the roof was soothing, but any peace it may have brought her was ruined by the water leaking on the alchemy ingredients strewn about her. "How am I supposed to make a decent potion with soggy ingredients?!", she threw what should be a deadly mixture into the calcinator to purify it further. Making poisons was not her purpose tonight, she had plenty in her pouch already, but she wanted a bit more practice before she tried to make something to cure her disease.

After her latest ordeal all she wanted was sleep. "Why did I let that vampire get so close to me?", she shifted on the ground, knocking over her calcinator and spilling it's contents on her dinner. "Why the hell are there vampires under the under the Imperial City anyways? Someone really needs to do something about them".

The escape from the Palace had not gone well. She had been followed out of the reading room and into the corridors. A Palace Guard then discovered her when she ducked into an alcove to take one final look at the instructions provided by the Grey Fox. Her quiet stealthy escape quickly devolved into a foot race. She hit the fire place in some mage's living quarters at a sprint and dove into the chute. She landed hard back in the sewers, "apparently telling me about those damn magic boots is about the only useful thing the Grey Fox has done for me". She resumed her run towards freedom, "those poor guards in their heavy plate armor just can't keep up with me", she turned a corner and ran head long into a vampire.

Cheza had escaped from the vampire easy enough, but not before being infected with its damned disease. She mixed Root Pulp and Mandrake Root and ground them down to a powder, "I can't believe he put me through all that just so he could get back with his ex wife and stick me with the title of most wanted man in Cyrodiil". As she finished her potion she wondered how she was going to let the citizens know that the Grey Fox was now a woman, "we really need someone to draw up a new picture for that wanted poster".

She sat down on a vacant bed roll under the only part of the roof still keeping the rain out. "No point cleaning up, all my ingredients are ruined anyways", she quickly gulped down her concoction, "it's probably better I didn't have anything to eat with this anyways". As she laid down to sleep she considered how awfull it would be to be a vampire, "I can't imagine blood tastes any good anyways".

Very nicely done!

Thank you very much.

I find trying to put a unique and personal spin on events many others have experienced a nice challenge.

I like it! Becoming infected with porphyric haemophilia can be quite traumatising. I remember my character Rayn nearly becoming a vampire once when she slept in the Anvil mages guild. She hadn't realised she'd become infected. It was one of the times she was immensely grateful that the sleeping quarters there were communal. If Marc Gulitte hadn't woken her in the middle of the night, concerned about how sick she looked, and carried her to the chapel round the corner, there would have been devastating consequences. Rayn has not told anyone about this. She and Marc are the only ones that know.

Thank you.

I'm not sure what Cheza is going to do next but I'm happy her last adventure is interesting to you guys.

I've a small question -- do you guys write these stories as you play, or after playing? If the latter, do you remember each event and every monster you killed and such?

Both I think, but for me it′s always after. What happens ingame is what I write about in these threads.

I have just begun contributing here but I'm writing later after playing. I don't bother with every detail of everything I did. Just taking the more important things and adding in the more human elements the game leaves out. When I wrote after doing the last thieves guild quest I really did run out of arrows and spend most of the time in the dungeons running for my life unarmed so I attributed my mistakes as a player to Cheza's character, but I left out the mundane details like the 10 minutes I spent hacking away at a skeleton with a nearly broken dagger with a worn out enchantment lol. I've just started writing this fiction so I wait until the muse comes to me and an idea hits me.

@mirocu I'm heart broken you've overlooked the conclusion to Cheza's last adventure!

After for me, though I will jot down a reminder when an idea strikes while I’m playing. So my posts tend to be highly embellished retellings of a very few game events. No way am I going to try to record every monster or happening.

I like reading how peoples’ characters bring their own perspectives to a familiar game, like Cheza’s thoughts during her very difficult night after the Palace caper or how Marc Guilitte saved Rayn.

A little of both. The stories happen during the game- what I write in here is the most interesting and memorable, and usually I'll use the wonders of literature to make up for the limits of the game.
Using my earlier post as an example, obviously in the vanilla game an NPC can't wake up your character and help them to the chapel to cure their vampirism. What happened in this case was that Rayn went to sleep in the mages guild hall and woke up a vampire- Marc Gulitte was in the room at the time. Now since I hadn't realised about the infection, I had no qualms about reloading to just before she slept and going to the chapel, pretending that Marc had taken her there. Much more interesting to read about than "I made a big mistake and reloaded."
What I write in here is half gameplay, half imagination, and you'll find that's the case for a lot of us.


Exactly what I was getting at. Retellings. We're all playing the same game, but all of our worlds are different, and that is part of why I love it so very much.

Well the girls have arrived in Skingrad and shacked up in the West Weald.
Niamh is about to go off to a rather interesting party...
...Apparently you'd kill to get there.