Note: I changed the class name to "Gladiator" due to both the back story and the fact that he will be wielding more than just swords (previous name was Swordsman)
I played three classes so far: Smuggler, Cleric, and Summoner. The Smuggler was a stealth archer and I exploited smithing and enchanting. Stealth archery is easy without exploiting, so this made it a bore. The Cleric was a much better class in theory than in practice. I modeled him after a Baldur's Gate Cleric, wielding only a mace and shield using Restoration and Alteration (armor buffs). It wasn't until around level 25 that I realized the armor buffs are useless on a character wearing heavy armor, and without buffs the Cleric kind of lost his identity... While I played with rules on the Cleric I frequently cheated them. I just tried a summoner, and I picked up both smithing and enchanting. While I didn't exploit the two per say, it was still way too easy to play a heavily armored conjurer wielding 2h weapons. I also didn't play with strict rules and frequently fast-traveled. It was fun until level 30 when I realized I was grinding dungeons way too fast and ignoring story lines.
This brings me to my newest character, with strict rules and I'd like some feedback on what you all think.
- Name: Barristan the Bold
- Class: Gladiator
- Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
- Race: Imperial
- Build: http://skyrimcalculator.com/#85410 (Some of the perks are explained in the story)
- Rules and Restrictions:
- Master difficulty only, never sliding it back.
- Never fast-traveling. Ever. For any reason.
- Eating 2x/day and sleeping at night.
- No magic whatsoever-- either learned or otherwise
- No shouts other than unrelenting force-- the others are too "magey"
- Bandits are killed on sight, and any vs. bandits quests are prioritized
- Sneak will be used, but un-perked (back story explains why he knows how to hide)
- Master difficulty only, never sliding it back.
- Notable mods:
- Deadlier traps (they'll 1-shot you)
- Tougher dragons (...yeah)
- More dragon loot (self explanatory)
- Faster horses (eases the burden of no-fast travel)
- Deadlier traps (they'll 1-shot you)
Barristan Selmy, a native of Cyrodiil and fisherman by trade, made a meager living selling his daily catch outside of Skingrad, south of the Imperial City. It was a simple but honest life. He fathered no children, held no wife, but he was content. One cold, dark night Boros was collecting fish and lizard eggs near the border of Black Marsh when he was ambushed by a large group of savage yet organized Argonian bandits. Boros managed to kill three of the bandits with nothing more than his quarterstaff before he was overwhelmed and captured. Their leader, impressed by the ferocity and courage he displayed, decided that instead of killing Boros he would sell him to the pits at the Arena District of the Imperial City.
The slave masters paid good coin for Barristan, and ignored his pleas and explanations that he was a free native of Cyrodiil, a simple fisherman. After watching his prowess with a sword and shield, the masters disbelief to his history grew and grew. Barristan, known to the masses as "Barristan the Bold," was generating so much coin for the masters he knew he would never be free again, so he fought. Hundred, if not thousands, died to the edge of his blade.
One hot, smoldering summer afternoon Barristan learned that he was to be pitted against a pride of lions, unarmored wielding a simple quarterstaff. This was to be some perverse reenactment of his original battle with his captors so many years ago. He knew that this was to be his death. He was becoming old, and the slave masters saw that his value to them was nearing its end. They must have decided that this final event for a famous arena gladiator would generate the wealth they needed to buy his replacement-- a promising young Orc barbarian known as the "Green Hammer," named not only for the Orc's favorite weapon-- the biggest war hammer Barristan had ever seen, but for the city that owned him-- Hammerfell. The masters of the Imperial City were negotiating a sale with Hammerfell, and likely had a named price.
Barristan knew it was flee or die, although every slave in the pits knew that to flee was to die. It made no matter. Barristan knew the arena guards well, and the guards had grown complacent in their fondness for the Imperial. That afternoon the pot bellied Yander brought him his meal, and sauntered into his cell. Barristan, even chained at the wrists, made short work of Yander. Yander was a cruel guard, and Barristan held no pity in his heart for those employed by the slave trade. A decade in the pits had wiped Barristan's heart of pity for mostly anything... Barristan found Yander's key, donned his guard's uniform, and slipped out of the Arena unnoticed.
Getting out of the Imperial City proved trickier, as he was one of the most famous Arena fighters in Cyrodiil and his face was well known. As the sun began to set he ducked into an alleyway and traded the guard's uniform to a beggar for some soiled rags. Hiding his face as best he could, he slipped out of the main gate that night and struck north, for Skyrim. Barristan had shared his cell with more than one Nord in his years at the pits, and they spoke of vast dungeons and Dwemer ruins holding unimaginable wealth for those brave enough to venture there.
Barristan spent the better part of two years making his way slowly north, staying away from towns and sleeping in the vast forests of Cyrodiil. He quickly grew to know roots, plants, and toxins. He fished the streams and hunted the forests for food, careful to keep off the main roads by day. When at last he had reached Skyrim and their border patrol, the unthinkable happened-- an Imperial City slave caravan was heading south through the border and spotted him. The captain of their guard, a grizzled old man, recognized Barristan immediately. Before he could shout a warning, Barristan put an arrow through the man's heart and fled north.
In unfamiliar terrain he was shortly caught by the Imperial Army and brought in on charges of murder. And our story begins...


