Myoldnamebroke on 29/3/2006 at 14:01

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Sadly, this may well have spoilers in it, but it doesn't feel like it belongs in the Hints forum. I'll try and keep it as spoiler free as possible.

One of the best bits of a game like this is how different it can end up for different gamers. There are so many little adventures out there, and I love hearing other people spin a good yarn.

So, I'll kick things off with a few offerings of my own.

I'm down at the waterfront, and a group of ANGRY PIRATES tell me not to go near their ship or they'd keelhaul me. Naturally, this is taken to be a challenge. I make it onboard, nick anything interesting and head on out. Sadly, I get caught as I exit. They start to stream down the gangplank and trap me on board. So I leap over the side and swim for it. As I try to make it back onto the shore, old Hieronymus Lex walks past. I assume he sees a good citizen being chased by a group of sword wielding reprobates and lays into them. A slaughtered group of pirates later and I now have a grudging respect for old Lexy, and fear the confrontation that my Thieves' Guild membership will (I assume) inevitably bring about.

I like chasing the Black Horse Couriers and seeing how long it takes them to get away from me as I ride along the roads. So, I leave Anvil in pursuit and soon they're way out of sight. A few minutes later I see a dead black horse on the ground. 'Odd', I think, and carry on my way. Then I see a dead rider a little further up. I'm now more than a little worried. The sky then starts to darken, and I see a small army of clanfears pouring out the woods to come eat me. Back to Anvil we go!

In another Anvil incident, I'm heading along as bait to tempt a bandit out of the woods, with a heavily armed escort hanging back to get them when they reveal themselves. I see the vagabond leap out, so I try and be A Bit Clever and leg it off the road towards a handily placed Oblivion gate. Lo and behold, the daedra start to do my work for me and attack the bandit. However, my escorts, having seen the criminal emerge, also weigh in. But! As I'd distracted her with demons, she didn't attack them first. So when an officer of the Imperial Legion walking down the road saw a pair of scary mages attacking some poor fellow, on a road notorious for bandit attacks, he assumed the worse and killed my crime-fighting mates. The evil bandit died in the confusion, but the Imperial strode off very pleased with himself having vanquished some baddies.

The vampire cave that is currently serving as my home as I save up currently has a tribute to a poor soldier of Kvatch. I fought long and hard to keep him alive during our epic fight through the Oblivion plane. Then should come our moment of triumph! The victory of mankind! We charge in to lift the siege and rescue the civilians! Except instead of staying back behind the soldiers who'd been wimping it out while we'd been fighting in Oblivion, he insisted on leading the charge. In his weakened state he didn't stand a chance. Cut down, brutally, just when we should have been celebrating. So I have his armour and sword are carefully laid out in his memory. That did leave his naked corpse rotting in the rain, however, so I had to drag him out the way so it was a bit more dignified ;)

Myoldnamebroke on 29/3/2006 at 15:48

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Great, now you've gone and filled it with spoilers so it'll get moved ;) Try and write them without referring to specific game events or spoiler tag more blatent things for those of us not that far along the main story if you can...

One more I'd forgotten. I was in a dungeon near Anvil and came across a named chap in among the usual bandits. Attacking him caused the others to run to his aid and I was struggling to pull him away from them. I could kill him one on one, but not with his mates helping.

This dungeon, however, was full of traps. Naturally, being a sneaky chap, I had avoided the little pressure plates that would activate them. So, I break cover and fireball the named bloke, then turn tail and run. I lead him down a corridor that happens to have a trap plate in it....and smack! A big spiked iron ball swings down from the ceiling and hits him in the face just as my second fireball hits him. An jolt of electricity to finish the job and poof! I use an invisibility spell to vanish. His guards get confused and wander off, and when the coast is clear I help myself to PHAT LEWTS

illmatics on 30/3/2006 at 19:10

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Goldbrand, I call this story.

I decided to go hiking in the mountains south of Cheydinhal, and after countless encounters with ogres, minoraturs and other fiends, I encountered a peculiarly placed shrine. It was literally in the middle of nowhere up in the mountains. I had just recently cleared out a random oblivion gate, and one of the shrine worshippers told me I needed a daedra heart, which i should sacrifice to the shrine. I placed the daedra heart on the shrine, and the Daedric prince's voice spoke, and challenged me to a duel with 10 of his chosen warriors!

Those warriors where suited up in daedric gear, and had potions and arrows with all kinds of vastly superior enchantments, but I fought my way trough the bastards and eventually won. (with loot worth about 50k!, had to cast a few feather spells to carry that stuff out)

As the victorious champion of his oblivion arena, I was awarded the Goldbrand. I shant give out details about this sword, but its pretty efficient.

RarRar on 30/3/2006 at 20:17

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Just stopped in at Pell for a bit on my long horse ride back to the Imperial City to report on that nasty bit of business with the Necromancers in the grove and then to get my new Wizard's Staff. There I beheld the loveliest vision of womanhood, clad in brilliant armor and sporting the finest bow and set of arrows I've seen in the game so far, all golden and brassy. I didn't know what kind it was but it made my silver bow look like a long hard turd and my own quiver of silver arrows look like a wet sack of warm shit. I coveted it immediately.

I was only level 8 so had my doubts about coming across another one anytime soon. But what to do? Such matters must be handled delicately. The villagers were milling about, refusing to go off and mind their own business, so a quick poisoned assassination didn't seem possible without attracting undue attention, and there seemed to be no way to lure her off someplace private for a quick cop and feel then a knife to the ribs (not necessarily in that order).

I did happen to notice a nearby cave and an old fort just across the road. Knowing such places were infested with hooligans of various types I proceeded to hatch my plans. I entered the cave, bold as you please, and ran about like a maniac shouting and waving my arms, all the while hurling vile invectives at the surprised bandits. "Come and get me you foul-mouthed and caluminous knaves!" I had a nice train of four of them follow me outside and into the village where I hid behind my Amazon love like a quivering coward.

However I did not foresee that the peasants would display such courage and resolve! They rallied about my Princess and among them they were able to defeat my horde.

So I decided to use one of my preciously horded Reload spells to turn time back but a few moments and again ran raving into the bandit cave. "Come and get me you foul-mouthed and caluminous knaves!" I shrieked. With them following me outside I next ran across the road to the old abandoned fort, waving my arms about, making a ruckus and a din, farting as loudly as one can without risking soiled knickers. "Catch me if you can you rabble of vile confederates!" Before long I had a mob of seven right on my heels which I led into the unsuspecting village. The peasants, as expected, rallied around my Queen of Beauty. She fought valiantly as I stood nearby watching her life drain away. "Only a few more moments my Dream, and death's embrace will enhance your beauty." Then without a whisper of warning, off she dashed into the woods, a graceful gazelle. By now only three of my killers remained alive, racing after her from among the bodies of the heroic yet really quite stupid villagers, and I running right behind them. So the long train of us sped through the woods and amongst the trees until I finally lost sight of both prey and pursuers.

Again, things seemed to be turning out differently than I expected. If only I had a paralyze spell or something to drain my Love's speed, long enough for her to fall victim to someone's vile blade. But alas I was unprepared so brute force would have to do where subtlety failed.

Using another Reload spell I raced into the cave, "Come and get me you foul-mouthed and caluminous knaves!" then across the road to the fort and farted, "Catch me if you can you rabble of vile confederates!" then finally to a last nearby bit of ruined and crumbling stone embankments where I pulled down my greaves, waggled my member, turned around, bent over, pointed at my bare backside, then used my hands to make my crack mime the words "You vile smelling herd of boils and plagues!" and raced off back to the village with nine enraged pursuers in tow where they slaughtered the peasants, encircled my Love and sent her into the next life in a storm of flashing axes and blades.

Of course I was then left with 5 very angry and very dangerous criminals intent on doing the same to me. Hmmm, this really is something I should have expected I mused before they turned their fury upon me.

I did prevail finally. All of my health potions and Magicka were exhausted. My precious, precious store of poisons used up. I spent a few moments with my Love, private moments--VERY private moments--looked at her panties, then at last retrieved my prize.

Her bow and quiver of arrows were Dwarven, only a bit more effective than my own Silver but far more beautiful. But it turns out Dwarven is not uncommon at level 8 after all as I found two more before I finally reached the Imperial City. Ah well, lessons learned, panties seen and all that.

But what's this I see, carried by that fine, lithe specimen of virility? I love him! He holds a silvery bow unlike one I've ever seen before. Could it be Elven? I MUST have it! And so I set my plans in motion.

Fig455 on 30/3/2006 at 21:14

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RarRar gets Post of the Month!!! Goddamn, great thinking on letting the A.I. do the dirty work. I was in Fire and Iron selling off my loot from a raid on Fort Sutch, when the purple-y glint of a potion caught my eye. I HAD to have it. Dunno why, just did. I AM a Cat Burglar in the Guild now, so I have a rep to uphold. Anyway, the bitch would NOT turn away. I was sick of cheating the game sys and pressing T and waiting in her shop until she's asleep. It feels cheap. She wouldn't yawn, stretch and say "Well, off to bed, lock up behind you now", to THIS guy, would she?

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No. She wouldn't. So, I had to get her outta there. Hmmm. Well, I AM a Khajiit.....I DO have that weird Eye of Fear spell I have never tried.....nothing to lose, fuggit let's go. *Phoosh* Off she goes running out the door wetting herself. So I got my potion (weak potion of healing. Meh.) and picked picked the lock on the cupboard it rested on. HOLY CRAP!!! It's full of armor, and weapons, TONS of scrolls, potions, and arrows. Lots of dwarven arrows. Nice. *swipe*. I felt pretty satisfied w/my plan. It wasn't a big deal, but it got me my loot painlessly. Nice. So, I turn away from the cupboard and hear footsteps. LOUD ones. Coming REALLY fast. "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE< YOU LOUSY THIEF". Ah crap. Busted. Well, I wasn't about to give up this easily. So I did something I never did before in this situation. I ran. For the town gate. Fast. Made it too. Heh, looky here. As soon as I got outside the gate, there were 3 guards in my face. And handily enough....2 mountless horses :D . I galloped to R'vinna's place and posted my 1/2 price bounty to her. 127 Septims.