Lerf1950, you owe me one.

Returning home from Anvil on the Gold Road, just east of Skingrad on a downslope, we spotted a bandit with drawn blade hovering over the body of what appeared to be a downed Argonian. We dismounted, tethered donkey-Groucho, unsheathed our own weapons, and slowly advanced on the foe... who foolishly chose to assail us rather than flee. He being greatly weakened during the previous encounter, one solid sword thrust saw an end to it. Bandit properly looted, I glanced at the Argonian corpse. It was Quill-weave.

Now, normally in these situations I let the chips fall where they may. (Indeed, Cropsford will never be constructed this play-through, as two of its intended residents were killed by trolls during their trek from temporary campsite to future village.) This once I made an exception, using the flimsy excuse that being so freshly demised her essence might not yet have wholly departed. This proved the case. A hastily performed resurrection saw her on her merry way, none the worse for wear. Did she thank me? No. But then we have a bit of a "history" dating back to my early days in the Fighters guild.

The rest of our return trip was uneventful. We arrived in Weye in time to sell loot at the local merchant stall, get in two hours of Restoration practice, and call it a day.

Early next morning I trudged to the Imperial Palace, picked up a tax warrant for the Drunken Dragon Inn, received a road patrol assignment to Leyawiin, stopped at the Tiber Septim long enough to grab a Merchants Guild package for Leyawiin, returned to Weye, gathered our "caravan" (Vilja, tame Wolfgang, donkey-Groucho, and our two mounts) and set out on the day's adventures. The first two of these proved fairly easy. We chanced to hook up with a large Legion foot patrol heading south on the Green abriast of Bravil. They eradicated almost all road riff-raff between there and Leyawiin, leaving us to follow behind in relative safety.

We entered Leyawiin at dusk, received patrol completion credit, delivered that Merchant package to the Three Sisters Inn, and now debate whether to press on to the Drunken Dragon or get in a decent night's sleep and start afresh on the morrow.

-Decrepit-

great thread.

currently outside my waterfront shack having just moved out of battlehorn.

Hiru was getting tired of how busy the castle was and wanted to move out and be alone for a while.. and to get closer to all the current news of the province.

Life in the colovian highlands is a little too quiet.

I think I may visit my mage friends in Leyawiin who helped remove necromancer poison from my body, still enjoying my new house atm though.

Methinks that Decrepit is taking more credit than he deserves. I have it on good authority that Quill-weave had actually only been knocked unconscious by the above mentioned brigand, and that she actually revived on her own. In fact, Quill-weave herself confided that the bandit in question was so near death by the time that Decrepit got there, that a mud crab might have finished him. :tongue:

(Quill-weave is marked Essential until after the rat business is attended to.)

Lothran is currently resting in Faregyl Inn on his way to Bravil. His trip back to Imperial City from Skingrad was uneventful and now he′s wondering whether or not to buy some Potato Bread for the evening

This Road patrolling stuff, is that a mod, or are you just roleplaying it?

Currently staying at http://www.tesnexus.com/downloads/images/22965-1-1301611064.jpg (I love being Captain of the Legion and being able to sleep in any Fort bed). Restored Legion Forts are quite a majestuous view, to tell the truth.



Mod. "The Elder Council", if my memory serves well.

I'm using other ones in order to be a member of the Legion: "Fort Akatosh Redux" and "Guards of Cyrodiil".

Hey everyone. I got my new Reguard theif character tonight. He lives in the pirate ship on the Waterfront. You should see his crib.

Anyways, Lou Zehr (that's his name) is supposed to go to Bravil to see S'krivva, but right now he's just screwing around. Messing with people in the I.C. It's funny how you can make a big "something" out of nothing in this game. know what I mean?

Thanks

Oh, and that Fort is beautiful

My character is currently lost in the Adense Epic Dungeon.

*shivers* sounds spooky!

So now Lou Zehr (Redguard burgular...slowly becoming a bandit) decided he's wanting to get up to Bruma and make some real money! Plus, he left some things up there in a hurry...he was literally chased out of the city on his last visit.

Anyways, he's wearing his Bravil curiass. He got it after a guard attacked him in jail. Lou had no choice but to fight. He landed a few good, early blows on the guard, knocking him around, and killed the guard surprisingly quick!

He's now walking around wearing this curiass, introducing himself as "Captain Zehr, Bravil Guard"

He stole a horse just a few minutes ago, stole it from a Limperial guard who was attacking a dog. The guard did NOT see Lou take the horse. This happened just outside of Screen. Lou decides to ride the other direction, and up into the hill.

Comes across a quaint, hidden village called Bleaker's Way. OMG what a sweet place! Everyone there is nice (but poor), beds are free, and they seem to be "off the grid", just completely sheltered from the world.

From Sir Rugrat gro-Shurgak’s Journal:

White Stallion Lodge, County Leyawiin
6 Sun’s Dawn, 3E 434

Spent the day in town repairing for the impeding wedding. Tun-Zeeus still hasn’t finished impairing my armor! At this rate I doubt it will be done in time for the cerebration. The Fighters Guild Porter (whose name I can never dismember) subsisted that I could revile myself with some of there ‘high end’ clothing. I know that Mazoga plans to ware a dress. I saw it dismayed in Gundalas’ shop window. Father will reprove of curse, but I can’t see myself standing at the alter in front of Mazoga, all of Leyawiin, and Malacat Malicat Melicat Big Orc God in nothing but some silk pejoratives! I told Dubok and Bugak of my conceits. They suspected that drinks at the Five Claws would ease my trembles. I’m off to meet them now.

The cloak of night had wrapped the land in its warm embrace when the Dunmer returned to his horse.

He ran his gloved hand along the animal and did his best to calm it. Rolling white eyes glared at him from the mist shrouded trees of the Nibenay. "Hush, beauty," he whispered, "the timber wolf is dead."

Reaching upwards Salacious threw his leg over the cantle and leaped up onto the animal. He glanced down at the man who stood quietly beside him.

"Come squire, it is time to go," he said. Kicking in his heels he gave the horse its heading.

Modryn Oreyn had no choice but to follow.

My decrepit avatar's sense of time is faulty. He arrived in Leyawiin not at dusk as thought, but soon after 2100. That being the case he elected to spend the night at the local Fighters Guild (after first escorting Vilja to the Mages Guild basemant, their usual sleeping arrangement while in Leyawiin). They departed early next morning, following the Yellow north to Drunken Dragon Inn, where a tax warrant was presented and payment-due collected. Their return journey proved uneventful save one brief encounter. Not far North of the Inn they chanced upon two archers dueling in the middle of the road. One seemed a common citizen or maybe ranger, the other a bandit. It looked to a long drawn-out affair. We thought to stay out of it. But it soon became apparent the better armored bandit would win. This simply would not do. We dismounted and rushed the villain, felling him with a few well-placed sword strokes before he could react to our presence. I attempted to heal the wounded surviving archer, but he seemed in a hurry and rushed off before I could memorize the proper spell.

They arrived back in Weye at roughly 2100, too late to turn-in collected taxes, and are currently in their manor-house preparing to retire. (Oh the joy of a quiet evening at home.)

On another note, and in a sense this too relates to where my avatar is, I just looked at my current save file. It shows my decrepit avatar at lvl 41, on day 434***, with 1001.01 hours played.

***Bear in mind that I set timescale at "10" rather than vanilla "30". Makes no difference to the total. 434 days is 434 days, period. But each day lasts longer in real-world time.

-Decrepit-

After a peaceful stroll through the forest from Faregyl, Lothran recently arrived in Bravil. There he will stay for a while to tend to his house and talk to his friends. He will also take care of some... shadowy stuff but he warned me not to say too much.

I′d better do as he says

Cayo is currently in the Arcane University, learning a bit about Illusion. He has also learnt a very useful spell to lapidate and throw away enemies with a ring of rocks surrounding him, extremely useful against groups of enemies in close combat. That basically completes his Battlemage training, and now he's nearly fit for the most dangerous missions (aka, questmods ).

Venera is on her way to see Umbacano to give him the 5th and 6th Alyied statue then Venera is going to Leyawiin to do the mages guild recommendation.

Brandi Wyne vanquished Black Brugo earlier, knowing the Count of Leyawin would pay handsomely for bows and as she'd stealthily cleaned out Rockmilk earlier in the week, she now has enough to further her marksman training.... so she's in Bruma trying to find Elda and is quite surprised that so many others are in the South at the moment...

Bettina (Tina) the Imperial Champion of Cyrodiil turned assassin is currently outside the warehouse on the waterfront. She'd been following an Altmer named Faelian around the Imperial City, looking for an opportunity to get him alone and kill him to fulfill her current contract. The last place he entered was the Imperial Trading Company warehouse, but since he entered alongside a couple of other people, she didn't even bother going in and instead waited for him outside. When a couple of hours passed and he didn't reappear, she finally went inside, only to discover that he wasn't there. She has no idea how he slipped past her (nor, for that matter, do I) but he apparently did. She's considering her options and has about decided that the only thing left to do now is to go back and talk to Faelian's girlfriend and see if she might have any useful information. (Note that this requires that I studiously ignore the magic GPS marker that's floating over a house in the Elven Gardens district. Just pointing that out.....)

Jane was sitting on a couch in her dorm's lounge, sipping a drink (which tasted a bit funny) while her friends were playing some silly video game, and she must have fallen asleep. When she woke up, she was in a strange wilderness, alone, with no armor or weapons. It began to rain, so she ducked into a ruined fort for shelter, and was immediately attacked by a strange woman in fur, who was shooting arrows at her...!

(I use a starting mod that allows me to drop my character into various situations, and delays the Main Quest.)

My newest character is in Aleswel, because he is heading north to Bruma w/o Fast traveling.

Today Lothran payed a visit to the Isles again, but this time only very brief. He was curious about whether or not he wanted to stay there for a while since it′s been some time now. He soon discovered however that the Isles wasn′t for him anymore. As he walked through Passwall and on to the other side of the gates he could feel more and more how he longed back to his house in Bravil.
He got to the Longtooth camp where he had to defend himself from a Heretic, even though he clearly said he wanted no battle with him. After that he′d had enough and got back to Passwall and up to the glowing gate that allowed him to get back to Cyrodiil.

Now he′s at Archer′s Paradox, talking to Daenlin about his recent experience

If I actually lived in Cyrodiil, I'm certain that Daenlin is one of the people I'd most enjoy just sitting around and shooting the breeze with.

Meanwhile - Tina is at the end of a tunnel under Fort Sutch, where she's been waiting for about six hours now (in kneedeep water) for whoever is in front of her to move. All she knows is that she can detect someone standing, apparently right around the corner from where she's waiting, facing her. And that whoever it is hasn't moved in six hours. Her patience is wearing thin....

Daenlin? Here's a glimpse, from Episode 20 of Buffy's Journal that pretty much displays how she feels about him -

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"Have you ever seen how beautiful the White Gold Tower looks from atop the Jeralls? I learned that goblins like beer, pee on trees and have tribal markings on their arms. Superian and I traveled with a dog for a few days before I gave him to the stables at the University. Oh Daenlin, I simply must tell you about King Rislav the Righteous and the Call of Corsair. . . ."

And so it went as we broke bread and shared venison stew until two bottles of wine were gone and the fire was low. Finally, the tales ran dry and a wonderfully comfortable silence between close friends gently joined us. I went to Daenlin's cupboard and, after cutting us a plate of fruit and cheese, rejoined him at the table.

"Daenlin, what's the matter? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I was just recalling the morning you were born." His eyes sparkled brightly with moisture. "Like the good godfather your parents asked me to be, I had spent most of the starry Rain's Hand night pacing the front porch of The Fair Deal with your father. Nilawen was inside helping Terry Ann give birth. It was at the very moment of sunrise that we heard your first cry. When Nilawen came out to tell us about it, Superior boasted that your birth is what had caused the sun to rise." Daenlin stared at the empty wooden cup in his hands. After a moment he raised his eyes to meet mine.

"Where did the years go, Buffy?" A single tear finally escaped and traced a path down the age lines of the Bosmer's rugged cheek. "Why just yesterday, you were eight years old when I took you on as an apprentice. I taught you the bow, and you sparked the long-forgotten joy of life into this old elf's tired spirit. Look at you now. You're all grown up, and a graduate of the Arcane University."

I reached across the small table. I could feel the rough bowstring calluses on Daenlin's fingers as I pressed his open hand against my cheek. "I will always be your little apprentice. Will you take me hunting tomorrow morning, Master?"

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Loved it :happy:

Moon-watcher the Argonian sellsword is currently in the mages guild quarters, resting from his recent battle with necromancers at the wellspring cave while going to find a mage's staff...