[bimsy]

Mhairi's still kicking, she's level 9 and plugging along like a trooper. Spoiler tags, as this one's really [censored] long.

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There had been many adventures in the weeks since Mhairi's escape from Helgen, but none were equal to this in terms of sheer stupidity. Mhairi shook her head, and wondered for the tenth time what in the Gods' name had made her decide to take on this suicide mission.

She was standing in the snow, huddled in her cloak outside a cave a short distance from Morthal. Inside, a master vampire by the name of Movarth Piquine. As she stood gazing into the cave mouth, she heard footsteps crunching in the snow behind her. Drawing her sword, she spun around, thrust, and barely stopped the blade before she skewered the armoured man that had come up behind her. "Whoa, easy there tiger," he chuckled, "Wouldn't want to take on old Movarth by yourself now, would you." Mhairi laughed, sheathing her sword. "No, Benor. I wouldn't like that at all."

She had met Benor in the local inn the night before, and, having downed several bottles of the strong local mead, decided it would be a grand idea to prove his boasts of being the best warrior in town to be false. They had fought, and somehow she had won. Impressed, the big Nord had offered to tag along when she went after the vampire, and she had accepted.

She rechecked the leather ties that held her shield to her arm, then drew her sword. "Anyway, guess we'd best be off. There's only a couple hours of daylight left, and from what I've heard you REALLY don't want to be stuck in a vampire's lair after sundown." Benor just hefted the gigantic battleaxe and nodded. Squaring her shoulders, Mhairi entered the cavern, her companion at her back.

The first thing that hit her as she entered the cave was the smell, a putrid mixture of rotting meat, soot and burned human flesh that nearly made her lose the contents of her stomach on the spot. Swallowing down bile, she moved carefully into the cave itself. They were immediately set upon by a pair of bulky Redguards that threw themselves at the companions with the ferocity of a pair of sabre cats. Sparks flew as she deflected the blow directed at her with her shield, quickly followed by a spray of blood as she cut her assailant's throat with a backhanded slash. She turned to help Benor with his opponent, only to see him lop the man's sword arm off at the elbow then bury his axe in his chest. "Guess the boasting you were doing last night wasn't all hot air after all." she said, wiping the blood from her blade on the dead man's cuirass. Benor grinned, a slightly unsettling expression on a man with his unfortunate features. "Guess not." he replied.

They came across one or two other thralls, but no vampires as they moved further into the cave. Mhairi was starting to wonder if this was actually a vampire's lair when they emerged from a narrow passage into a large chamber. There was a long table on a wooden platform in the centre of this table, and at the head of this table sat what could only be a vampire. Pale, bloodless skin, reddish-orange eyes and elongated canines were in stark contrast to the creature's jet black hair and dark robe, and he lounged in his seat with the easy grace of a born predator. Benor stumbled on a rock, the shoulder plate of his steel armour crashing loudly against the cavern's stone wall. Mhairi swore under her breath as the vampire's eyes locked onto hers. "Welcome," he said, a slow, chilling grin spreading across his features, "I am Movarth Piquine." The creature swept out of his chair in a single movement; so effortlessly graceful that it made most Khajiit look like lumbering idiots. "What brings you to my little slice of Skyrim, hmm?" The vampire moved closer, his eyes locked to hers. With no small effort, Mhairi broke eye contact and replied, "We both know why I am here, vampire." Piquine laughed, a chilling sound that made her want to turn and run for her life. "You wish to dance? I have defeated men twice your size, little one. What makes you think you can defeat me?" He laughed again, a malicious red glow beginning to form in the palm of his left had. "Ah, never mind. You wish to dance? Then dance we shall."

The vampire thrust his left palm forward, sending a misty trail of red magicka towards her. It was then that Benor shouldered her out of the way, and took the full force of the vampiric drain spell directly to his chest. He staggered as the evil magic started siphoning his life-force away, then threw himself at the vampire, swinging his massive axe in a broad arc. Piquine sidestepped the attack with ease, and buried the dagger he was carrying hilt deep in the big Nord's shoulder as he stumbled past. Benor roared with pain, left arm dangling uselessly by his side, and attacked again, swinging his weapon with one hand in a looping overhand blow that ought to have split the creature in two, had it connected. The vampire sidestepped the blow again, and delivered a savage blow to the side of the big Nord's head with his fist. He dropped instantly, stunned by the force of the blow.

Mhairi, taking notice of the vampire's speed, had realised that there was no way she was going to defeat him with her armour on. She simply wouldn't be able to move fast enough. So she dropped her shield, unbuckled her pauldrons and the shin guards from her boots, placed them on the floor next to her feet, drew her basket-hilted sword and advanced toward the creature. She came within striking range just as it knocked Benor to the floor, and lashed out in a lightning fast strike to the side of the vampire's neck. Piquine spun around, faster than a snake, and parried the blow with a second dagger. Mhairi quickly recovered; the duel that followed was quick, only lasting a few minutes. It ended when Mhairi sidestepped a thrust from the vampire's dagger, then followed up with a savage, lightning fast cut to the side of the neck, removing the foul creature's head from it's shoulders.

Benor, who had shaken off the effects of the blow and turned in time to see the last few blows of the fight, was staring at Mhairi with his mouth open and a look of pure amazement on his rough features. "You just matched a vampire blade-to-blade and came out on top, what in Oblivion are you, girl?" Mhairi shrugged. "If I could remember more than just the last couple of weeks then I'd likely have an answer for you; as it stands, I'm just a normal Breton girl who knows a bit about fighting with a sword." She strode over to the spot she had left her armour, and began strapping her shinguards back on. "Are you going to stand there gaping like an idiot, or are you going to come and give me a hand? These pauldrons aren't going to strap themselves on, you know."

And now we're up to date, Mhairi and Benor are currently relaxing in front of the fire at the Moorside Inn with a well earned bottle of mead.

Edit: Added some spacing between paragraphs so it wasn't just one big block of text.

[Aliish Sheldonn]

New Character:

Alsius Ignis
Male Imperial
21 years old (as of year 201, 4 E)

Alsius is of once royal blood, the descendant of one of the many Colovian warlords vying for the position of Emperor, the Ignis family had long been at war with the Mede family but was finally ousted when Titus Mede I took the throne. All remnants dissipated and by the year 201, Alsius is nearly all that is left.

He is living in poverty, his father, now dead, having lost everything to gambling and drink. He left the meager shack they had been reduced to at the age of 16, leaving his destitute family. He had no love for them, cowards and thieves, scraping the bottom of the barrel to satiate their bad habits. He had little, only an old sword and some hide armour. He headed to the Imperial City and started to make a name for himself as a slayer of villains and monsters, if there was one thing he could do, it was swordplay and elemental magics. By the age of 21, he had a comfortable home in the Elven Gardens district and the title of "The Atronach".

There was a knock on the door. Alsius rolled out of bed, occupied by a wench he'd met at the tavern. He quickly put on some clothes and opened the door.
"Yes," he said in an aloof fashion, "do you need something?".
Two men stood at the door, dressed fully in black. There was no reply.
"Well? Spit it out."
Alsius noticed he couldn't move, his limbs fell stiff, his vision receded to grey. Paralysis.
"Wha... You son of a... a..."
There was a thud. The men bagged him up and dragged him away.

Alsius awoke. An old man stood infront of him, dressed in finery, purple, red and gold. Two bodyguards flanked the man, Penitus Occulatus, Alsius recognised them.
The old man adressed Alsius, "Allow me to introduce myself, Titus Mede II, emperor," Titus drew a wicked blade, Elven make, "Well I couldn't let an Ignus like you stroll my fair city, I shall be glad to put you dogs down for good. Sorry."
"Think again." Replied Alsius.

Alsius flung his now-charred bonds of his wrists and directed a firebolt at the closest guard, the impact was devastating.
"Kill him!" Screamed the Emperor. "Now!"
The other guard closed in, aiming his blade at Alsius' chest. Alsius ducked under the swing and disarmed the swordsman with wrist-snapping action. Alsius followed with a hail of sparks to side of the Emperor, whom hit the floor hard, but still breathing.

A clamour erupted from the large double doors behind Alsius. More soldiers. An escape was needed. Alsius flung himself through the nearest window. Big mistake, he was falling down the White Gold tower. Alsius directed a telekenis spell at himself, forcing him to fling sideways, crashing down a series of cloth tapestries and curtains. He somehow survived the fall with a broken leg, Alteration had saved his life, the magic cushioned the fall massively.

Alsius killed the pain with Restoration and limped out of the area. He awaited dark hiding in the sewers, nursing his wounds. Soldiers covered the streets. Alsius hoped he had slain Titus, no-good surrendering bastard anyway, but he wasn't so sure. Come nightfall, he crept out of the sewers and made for the border. He took carriages across Cryodil, shrouding his person. Eventually, he arrived at the border, entering through the autumnal forests of Riften's hold. However, he was apprehended when hexed by an Imperial Magus, caught in an ambush with a group of Nord rebels and knocked out.

He awoke on a rattling carriage, dressed in rags, he conversed with the Nord opposite for a while, but it soon came apparent, he wasn't getting a pardon for this arrest.

"This is Helgen" said the Nord named Ralof. A decrepid little village, Alsius thought, overflowing with Thalmor and Imperial Soldiers, too. The chopping block came into view.
"By the Nine," muttered Alsius, "damn hex, damn Empire."
He couldn't recite his spells, the hex had drained him of almost eveything he knew. HHS prayed for a miracle.

The arrival of a Dragon wasn't, however, what he expected.

[Adam Baumgartner]

More info on Alsius:

Morality: Chaotic Good

Class: Atroblade ( One-handed, alteration, conjuration ( atronachs), destruction, some Restro, light armour, enchanting.

Alsius is an aloof, proud character that has little time for fools; beneath his cold exterior, however, he is a good-hearted person, even if his actions are questionable and chaotic.

Physically, he has pale skin, jet black hair at shoulder length with a trimmed beard. He has piercing pale blue eyes and matching Imperial facepaint. He is light of build, but agile and intelligent.

He hates thieves, bandits and other scum. He believes Vampires should be put down for their own good and for the good of others. He's never seen a werewolf. He judges the welfare of the common worker to take priority over the rich Bourgeosie, whom need no urgent assistance.

He is quite studious and knows recent history well enough. He admires the empire of old but detests what it has become. He believes in all of the Nine but is not especially pious. He is not opposed to Daedra as a rule, just to the acts some if them commit. He finds necromancy only suitable when a soul of someone deserving is trapped within the corpse, like a bandit, but he doesn't practice it regardless.

Coming from a cosmopolitan province, he is open to all races and is generally quite liberal.

He enjoys dispensing justice via his blade and magic to the scum plaguing the continent. He enjoys reading, and exploring the unknown.

His name means cold fire in Latin as Alsius is not only a living atronarch of magic but also quite mercurial as is befitting of the name.

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In this playthrough, I am on adept and try to drink, eat sleep regularly.

We'll see how it goes.

[Angus Poole]

I think Ive made a record in shortest lived character.

Start a new and tell us about them. That Alternate start is very unforgiving. You start with absolutely nothing. I am surprised you start with any clothing at all. I would have left them naked. But still those miner's clothes are not much in the first place. Don't let it deter you,

I was really getting into Indy's unique playstyle. I might adapt it to one of the permanent characters I already have so I can keep playing it. I was so tempted to keep going with him, but dead is dead. He deserves a peaceful rest.

That is very honorable of you. Kudos.

Anyway, here's my next character.

Name: Smells-His-Feet

Ha! Brilliant!

Sorry if this isn't good but I wanted you guys to know I am still playing Lyvianna as a DiD character and I wrote this in about two minutes with what I can remember.

It matters not of quality, nor does quantity have any bearing. The thing is that you just need to post. If you feel like writing a novel do it. If you just want to say..."I'm alive" and/or call me bad names. Well that is fine too.

Mhairi's still kicking, she's level 9 and plugging along like a trooper.

Very exciting! Reading the I had pictures of an Angelina Jolie, Mrs. Smith mixed with some Matrix character.

New Character:

Alsius Ignis

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In this playthrough, I am on adept and try to drink, eat sleep regularly.

We'll see how it goes.

See! I knew you would stir up something. Great start and I wish you success with the Imperial.

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Ok...I feel confident with the adjustments and started over...for the 4th time.. It seems that the BS mod does not conflict with hair, face and body mods. Well it SHOULD NOT, anyway. Using altered or new races was the issue. So I once again failed in the reading comprehension.

NOW! I can use some hair mods and such. as I was so inspired by the talented and very learned ---> lorelai

As I really wasn't getting the character connection vibes with ole Vilad. I did at first, but the strain of restarting took its toll and I needed a fresh new dude or chick. I went with dude. It was a hard choice, but after playing around with the creator. This guy was born...Another Imperial by the name of Orfious Savant.

http://cloud.steampowered.com/ugc/560943464285444907/31659B79359F992D27D640AF4D1D43324DB6CCB3/

http://cloud.steampowered.com/ugc/560943464285442640/88E07525211D17920410EE548AD262DAE530544B/

Orfious was an extravagant Playboy and womanizer in the Imperial City, some 300 years ago. A jealous husband hired a team of thugs to take him out and dispose of him.

One evening, in the Talos Plaza District's Foaming Flask, Orfious was wooing a fair maiden when one of the thugs slipped him a mickey. It didn't take long before our Mr. Show-me-yours-I'll-show-you-mine was out. The thugs carted his body into the wilds of Cyrodiil.

Several weeks later the jealous husband, Walthor, was on his way back to the Imperial City from making an errand to Skingrad. (That is some fine wine.) It is late and he stops off at a small road side tavern to rest for the evening. He sets down at the bar to have a beverage before retiring for the evening and makes small talk with a local patron.

WALTHOR : Evening friend. How are you? Hmmm...Glander is usually always tending the bar...Where is everybody?

STRANGER : Oh...I'm just dying to show you.

WALTHOR : Orfious! But, y....

And so it seems, the plot to rid Cyrodiil of the flamboyant one did not fare well. The thugs trial was disrupted by an evil being that slaughtered them all...all but the playboy. The evilness had other plans for him. Orfious would become one of the Belua Sanguinare. This was not by choice, but he wasn't mad. In fact he like it.

For the next several hundred years, he and his clan would terrorize the lands of Cyrodiil until he was finally captured. Fearful that the bloodline was so tainted, even one drop of it on a living soul would condemn it, they crated his body into a sealed coffin laced with silver and garlic. He and his clan would be shipped to the artic cold off the north shores of Skyrim, where they will be frozen in an encapsulated tomb for eternity.

The ship would not make its destination. It was overrun by pirates and the demonic cargo would be hauled to a nearby cave for unpacking and the divy of the spoils. That would prove to be a fatal mistake.

[Rebecca Clare Smith]

Well, I restarted with new nord female called Kagero. This time with ship wreck preset. Had to turn off Hypothermia mod since I wouldnt even make it to ashore.
Bodies on the ship gave me nice gear and with caution I made it to Winterhold where I wanted to take cart to Whiterun. Ok, no carts there. I tried to sign in to College but that mage didnt let me in (couldnt pass the test - too low magicka). My only solution was to get by foot to Windhelm and from there take a cart to Whiterun. Was long and dangerous journey, but Ive made it. Stayed for a night in Windhelm inn and with first sun took safe travel to trade city.
Since I know Riverwood lands quite well, Ive started there. Clearing the first cave with bandids wasnt too hard and brought me nice loot (yay, a bow!). Also I found a key to a cottage nearby which became my new home. Then I paid a visit to Riverwood trader and he asked me to get his claw back. With very few potions and rugs was a risky business, but carefully sneaking through the dungeon and frying hostiles with dual fire spell worked well for me. Returned the claw, got much needed gold and used it to buy a horse. Kagero is level 6 now and ready for her next assignments.
To be continued ^^

Btw I not only playing DiD, but using hell alot of "hardcoe" mods. From Hypothermia and Basic Needs, to Cutthroat Merchants and Deadly Traps. Death is EVERYWHERE! ><
Oh, and does anyone knows how to start main questline with Alternate Start. It says I need to investigate war reports near Helgen, but I ran around there and nothing happened.

[Abi Emily]

Well, I restarted with new nord female called Kagero.
Oh, and does anyone knows how to start main questline with Alternate Start. It says I need to investigate war reports near Helgen, but I ran around there and nothing happened.

Alright! Glad you are back! That is a LOT of killer mods. Death is indeed everywhere. That Hypo mod WILL kill you on the "Shipwreck" start.

The MQ is started by looting a burnt corpse on the path outside of the cave you normally exit from. READ the journal and off you go!

[Dominic Vaughan]

Seems I'll have a bit more time than I'd thought to devote to Mhairi's story this weekend. I was going to go out to my parents' farm and fix a few things on my car so I can finally get it registered again, but I have to wait until it's dryish now

[Scarlet Devil]

Going to start a new character:


Lairah
Female Redguard
Necromancer/Warrior

Main skills: One-Handed, Alteration, Conjuration, Illusion
Secondary skills: Alchemy, Light Armor, Speech

Haven't given her backstory much thought yet. Need to do some more research on Redguards.

[Ana]

@Grits
Sorry to hear about Shuvesse. It was a good read!

@Senior Cinco
Nice back story for Orfious. Looking forward to reading more. I may try out the vampire mod for my next character.

[Tikarma Vodicka-McPherson]

Nice back story for Orfious. Looking forward to reading more. I may try out the vampire mod for my next character.

TYVM. That mod is great. I just love Sneak Feeding. As a matter of fact, That is all I have been doing. I have killed 90 out of the past 100 NPCs by Sneak Feeding on them. Yes, you could just hit them with a big Hammer from the shadows but this is far more entertaining.

Orfious, BTW that is a play on words. Being a Player, he is somewhat of a "savant" with ori....um, yes, well I think that is close enough.

Aaaannnyywaaaayyy. He has yet to wear a stitch of clothing. Ha! My man...He stuns the enemy by flashing them and while they are memorized he sneaks a bite. Actually, he stays in the shadows and strikes in the nvde, because weight of anything...even jewelry...affects sneaking. He can wear a ring and get detected just before he gets close enough to strike. He can remove the ring and crawl up their pant leg.

The first and closest cave we came across was full of bandits. It was a small cave that had a total of 7 Bandits and a Bandit Chief. Orfious favors the Mace. (I have no idea how he hangs that thing on his side. ) We went in at level 1 and left out at level 9. His sneak increased to 53. He would target them out one by one and it was death by a thousand cuts. Each Bandit would die after the 4th Sneak Feed. Then they would be raised as a temp Thrall, but Orfious would sneak attack them with his Mace. (there is a joke in there somewhere...)

Now the enemies are scaled up there so we need to get some smithing action going on or something. Next we need to find this Evil Tower and get settled in.

[DAVId Bryant]

This guy was born...Another Imperial by the name of Orfious Savant. http://cloud.steampowered.com/ugc/560943464285444907/31659B79359F992D27D640AF4D1D43324DB6CCB3/ http://cloud.steampowered.com/ugc/560943464285442640/88E07525211D17920410EE548AD262DAE530544B/

Oh my! Getting some serious Interview with the Vampire vibes! *Swoons* But why oh why is Vlad Vilad gone. Oh...my compatriot...
And thank you for the compliment!

Sorry if this isn't good but I wanted you guys to know I am still playing Lyvianna as a DiD character and I wrote this in about two minutes with what I can remember.

Hey, no worries! Big stories or quick updates are just as fun to read!

Mhairi's still kicking, she's level 9 and plugging along like a trooper.

Good that you made it out of there! That's one tough fight! I recently went there at around level 40 with one of my non-DiD characters and it was a nightmare (playing on Expert). That one was hitting me like there was no tomorrow!
Great read too!

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Good luck to all the new characters! I really enjoy reading your stories/updates. Especially now since I don't have a lot of play-time and most of it is spent on testing.

[casey macmillan]

Aeryn Eagleye, Unsung hero of the civil war, traitor, murderer,deserter.

Well, as you may surmise, things have taken an interesting twist in the life of my Legionnaire.

Spoiler

1st of Hearth fire, 401

Well, Fort Dunstead fell easily, as expected. Our ruse worked and the rebels redeployed to meet out feigned threat.
Several other forts fell in rapid succession and we were soon poised to strike the rebel capital, Windhelm.
The rebels finally grew some balls and we were hard pressed to fight our way into the castle. Though our losses were the greatest of any battle thus far, triumph we did.

Time and again, throughout this campaign, I have caught sight of that 'dragonborn' and each time it seems he has climbed higher in the ranks of the Legion.
I suspect it may be due to that fancy
desert armor he wears. He stands out in battle and all take note of his exploits.

I know Legate Rikke is pleased with my service. She always has words of praise after battle and has often relied on me to perform more secretive missions. But words are wind and I'd prefer a more tangible acknowledgement of my service.

I have gone above and beyond countless times and none but Rikke and Hadvar seem to notice.
General T's victory speech was the last straw though. He all but dropped to his knees and kissed the dragonborn's [censored] and promoted him to Legate!
Where was he when Tullius, Rikke and I were fighting Ulfric and his general?
Who brought Ulfric to his knees there in the thrown room? Not Legate Dragonborn. No, it was auxiliary Eagleye. Guess that don't make as sweet a song though. Well, I'm finished!

The war's over and I have accumulated a fair bit of plunder. So, as I see it, there's naught to do but retire.
I've submitted my request for a discharge to the general and am off to meet with him now.
Perhaps in private, at least, he may offer some bit of gratitude and send me on my way...

Thus ends the final entry in Aeryn's journal, confiscated from his footlocker in the Solitude Barracks.


The following is an eyewitness account by Legate Rikke of the assassination of General Tulius:

Spoiler

Auxillary Eagleye arrived at General Tulius' office at 0900, as ordered.
Their conversation was short:

Tulius: "At ease Auxillary. No doubt you're wondering why you've been passed over for promotion. "

Eagleye: "Yes sir. I had been won-"

T: "There's no question that you have done the empire great service. Legate Rikke has recommended you for promotion time and again but, well, I'll be blunt Eagleye, you're bastard born and frankly I don't believe a bastard is fit to lead our fine Legion in battle.

Sneaking, stealing, lying, blackmailing... At these things your kind excel. Your record attests to that, does it not. Yes, you were ordered to do these things but that's because a good commander knows his men's strengths and assigns the right man to the right task.

You have proven a great asset to this Legion and will continue to do so.
Discharge denied. Dismissed. "


As the General was talking, Eagleye stood rigid, tight lipped and it seemed every muscle in his body was being pulled more and more taut, like a bow, arrow nocked and pulled back ready to loose.

There was a moment of silence when the general finished speaking. Then Eagleye drew that Akaviri blade he'd been carrying since Dunstead, cut the general down as we all stared in shocked disbelief and then he fled the city.

I sounded the alarm but that Eagleye is a tricky one. Weaving and dodging, a few well placed shield bashes and he was out the gates. I suspect many of his brothers were inclined too let him go but we'll find the truth of that as we question all the guards that were posted along the route from Castle Dour to the city gates.

We sent Hadvar and some scouts after him but they've not reported back yet.

Thus ends the Legate's report. At present there is still no word on Eagleye's whereabouts but Solitude is offering 1000 septims for Aeryn Eagleye, dead or alive.

Heh. I used the console to make Tulius nonessential and killed him. Then all hell broke loose and, as Rikke said, I ducked and weaved and bashed my way to the gate. Great fun!

Better yet, I got the glitch where Hadvar follows you around after the final battle which seemed perfect. Scared the hell outta me when I first discovered him. I heard him draw his blade behind me in Whiterun, turned, and there he was in his heavy imperial armor. I thought he really came for me! Didn't know about the glitch.

[Joanne]

Better yet, I got the glitch where Hadvar follows you around after the final battle which seemed perfect. Scared the hell outta me when I first discovered him. I heard him draw his blade behind me in Whiterun, turned, and there he was in his heavy imperial armor. I thought he really came for me! Didn't know about the glitch.

So are you going to play it as if Hadvar comes to kill/arrest Aeryn but ends up joining him, or that Aeryn ends up killing Hadvar? Or will we have to wait and see?



From the scribblings of "The Feet." Translated from Jel:

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They call Skyrim "Land of the Nords." I call it "Land of the svckers!" So much profit to be had here, and such easy marks. The cold is rough on my poor reptilian body, but I've seen a few other Argonians up here, so if they can do it, then so can I!

The Nords aren't very friendly, especially to my kind. That just makes them that much more satisfying to rob. Oh, what fun it is watching those dumb Nord [untranslatable]s scratch their heads when something valuable of theirs goes missing!
"Durr...Hey! Where's my stuff?"
Hehehe....classic.
I've mostly been sticking to the southern part of the province until I get a little more acclimated to the weather. I'm certainly not in Black Marsh any more.
I heard some rumors that there was a place in Riften for people like me, so that's where I went. Joined up with the Thieves' Guild. Did a couple jobs for them, made some coin. It's nice having a guild to back you up in case you get into trouble, but I still like relying on my own cunning and wit to keep my hide out of trouble in the first place. They're not too bad once you get to know them. That Brynjolf fellow seems to have taken a liking to me.
Then they sent me to Maven Black-Briar. That stuck-up [untranslatable]! She asked for me by name (obviously because she had heard of my legendary skill), but then she treats me like dirt. I'll do her lousy job, but I think I need some time away from her and the guild before I lose my temper and do something rash. Like rob her and kill her. With her influence, that would not end well for me.

I still think I'll rob her, though. Knock her down a few pegs. I'm good; she'll never know it was me.

She sent me off to Whiterun, so I don't think she's expecting me back for quite a while. I'll use the time to...expand my repertoire. Heard there's a little boy in Windhelm with an interesting problem. So I...."borrowed" a horse and rode north.

Windhelm: What a wretched place! It's the center of that Stormcloak rebellion, so there's Nordic "pride" everywhere. And when I say pride, I mean racial prejudice against everyone who's not a Nord. The jarl won't even let the poor Argonian dockworkers live in the city. I spoke with the dockworkers and learned of their plight. What a sad tale. I assured them things would get better....then I broke into the Blue Palace and helped myself to some of Ulfric's valuables. Poetic justice, I say. I have a feeling I'll have a lot of dealings with these Argonian dockworkers in the near future. Especially the one named Shahvee. I already have a task from her, and I am not about to disappoint a fellow Argonian. Especially one with such wonderful scales.

[LADONA]

Alsius fell to a Flame Atronach, perhaps it's fitting.

Alsius Ignis
Fell to a Firebolt at Level 8, 'nuff said.

[Mrs shelly Sugarplum]

Finally decided to make a character to try this out. Left it on adept difficulty to get warmed up. Created my character Erin, a Breton who had been running from her past. She'd been a thief in Cyrodil and accused of murder and was caught trying to sneak across the border. She was going to be a bit of a temptress build, heavy illusion and conjuration with archery and then focus on alchemy and enchanting.

My main character hasn't died in 20 sum odd levels so why would I have to be careful with her? First dungeon after intro I'm cruising through, fighting draugr, step on a trap just as a draugr power attacks me and I die. RIP Erin.

Lesson to be learned from this-be careful, there are no more meaningful checkpoints.

[latrina]

Grantis Gagnonian, Level 14

Born: 1st of Last Seed, 4E 169

Died: 3rd of Heartfire, 4E 201

Grantis, Harbinger of the Companions, had just learned of his ability to use the Dragon Shout when he fell to his death while riding his trusty steed in the mountains of Hjaalmarch.

*Side note: TERRIBLE way to die. I just wasn't paying attention. Ugh. I'm starting a new Imperial character, same name.

EDIT: Check that, new character's name...

Grantian Gagnonius
Imperial

Here we go again...

[Roberta Obrien]

Oh my! Getting some serious Interview with the Vampire vibes! *Swoons* But why oh why is Vlad Vilad gone. Oh...my compatriot...
And thank you for the compliment!

Ha! You are quite welcome. Vilad was strong out of the gate, but just ran out of gas before the first turn.

Good luck to all the new characters! I really enjoy reading your stories/updates. Especially now since I don't have a lot of play-time and most of it is spent on testing.

I assume you are participating in the Beta for the patch? Or is that mod testing? Or both?

Aeryn Eagleye, Unsung hero of the civil war, traitor, murderer,deserter.

Well, as you may surmise, things have taken an interesting twist in the life of my Legionnaire.

Heh. I used the console to make Tulius nonessential and killed him. Then all hell broke loose and, as Rikke said, I ducked and weaved and bashed my way to the gate. Great fun!

Great fun, indeed and great read. That is awesome! I love it!

So are you going to play it as if Hadvar comes to kill/arrest Aeryn but ends up joining him, or that Aeryn ends up killing Hadvar? Or will we have to wait and see?

Exactly...

Especially the one named Shahvee. I already have a task from her, and I am not about to disappoint a fellow Argonian. Especially one with such wonderful scales. [/spoiler]

Reptillion Swave....I hear Gerardo playing in the background! http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=http://forums.bethsoft.com/topic/1377219-the-skyrim-dead-is-dead-thread-viii/s&source=web&cd=1&ved=0CFwQtwIwAA&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DNx64_N4AA04&ei=HFnKT4nCEOLM2AWZ7JnZCw&usg=AFQjCNG0ojQwvfXcTFayF1M4ZLU31Hid3A

Alsius fell to a Flame Atronach, perhaps it's fitting.

Alsius Ignis
Fell to a Firebolt at Level 8, 'nuff said.

He is added to the memorial.. Short and sweet. RIP...

First dungeon after intro I'm cruising through, fighting draugr, step on a trap just as a draugr power attacks me and I die. RIP Erin.

First time characters can be tuff. It really changes the way you play. It forces you be more attentive about your surroundings. It makes you expect something to be hiding behind that rock.

I hope you will start another character with us and post about them often.

*Side note: TERRIBLE way to die. I just wasn't paying attention. Ugh. I'm starting a new Imperial character, same name.

Post their stats and tell us about the new Imperial. Post their progress and upon their death I will gladly add them to the memorial.

[Nicholas]

^^
Yup, running the beta patch (I just couldn't stop myself from getting it...big horse fan here) and I'm also testing a beta for a mod, Convenient Horses <--- working mighty fine, especially with UFO. I'm also testing some of my mods that were made before the beta.
It's mostly going in-game, going-out...repeat - editing textures does that to you, haha! At least the Steam overlay helps quite a lot if I have to check somethings on the forums, wiki etc.

But you guys keep me going with your great stories!

[josh evans]

Lyvianna fell to a master Vampire who didn't agree on becoming an archery target for her to practice on.

It was actually pretty stupid. She came across a random fort during a stormy night and had to find cover so she went in. It was pretyy much infested by wolves and somewhat sick looking people but she didn't really pay any attention to it. They attacked her and she took 'em down, one arrow at a time. Angered for their inhospitality she continued on killing all of them she came across. She stupidly attacked their master(?).

He didn't really like the thought of being shot and came after her with a wicked looking sword and some nasty magics, forcing her to run. Sadly enough she didn't know the way around the fort got cornered and he killed her with a stab in the stomach making her fall over. He ended it with a stab through her back. I guess he's now feeding on her blood.

Anyone willing to take revenge? He can be found in the Bloodlet Throne high in the mountains Southwest of Helgen.

I'm thinking about a new character but I have several already existing ones and I'd like to complete the guilds with them.

[Mrs. Patton]

First time characters can be tuff. It really changes the way you play. It forces you be more attentive about your surroundings. It makes you expect something to be hiding behind that rock.

In other words: It will make you paranoid crazy! You'll flinch at every sound and every movement. Or is that just me?

Reptillion Swave....I hear Gerardo playing in the background! http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=http://forums.bethsoft.com/topic/1377219-the-skyrim-dead-is-dead-thread-viii/s&source=web&cd=1&ved=0CFwQtwIwAA&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DNx64_N4AA04&ei=HFnKT4nCEOLM2AWZ7JnZCw&usg=AFQjCNG0ojQwvfXcTFayF1M4ZLU31Hid3A

Haha! Exactly! All the lizard ladies want to get with "The Feet."

Woah...that sounds weird....

[Ludivine Poussineau]

Kagero is still alive, level 10 and kicking. Making a new home at small Cottage near Riverwood, she paid a visit to Yarl of Whiterun and helped him with dragon problem. It took good 15 minutes and about 100 arrows to kill flying bastard. But instead of answering Whitebeards call, she decided to follow her dream and sign in to Bards school in Solitude. Fast horse let her travel safely and soon she saw the majestic view of the biggest city of Skyrim. After geting rejection from College of Winterhold, Kagero was abit scared she gets same attitude from bards. But they were rather friendly and only asked for a small favor... which turned out to be a dangerous dungeon crawl full of undead and traps. It was a miracle that girl went out alive. Now she is a proud student. Where the fate will bring her next time?

Kagero at Solitude, after speaking with Yarl: http://img36.imageshack.us/img36/9153/kagero2.png


ooc: rules and mods I use:
master difficulty, no smithing and enchanting allowed, no companions at all, no fast travel and cart travel (used only once to get to Whiterun), tweaked carry weight (can carry much less items), almost any trap instantly kills, dragons are Deadly and pretty much unbeatable at early levels, money is a big problem (Cutthroat merchants, HARD preset), has to eat, drink, sleep and wear warm cloth, chooses only dialogue options and behaviour that suits her.

[Nichola Haynes]

New Character:

Elenwei (real spelling, I keep getting the wrong name in the info ahead)
Female Bosmer

Class: Illusive Ranger (Archery, One-Handed, Light Armour, Sneak, Alchemy, Illusion).

Morality: True Neutral
Age: 51 (Quite young for an elf, especially for one that stays in shape and is magically and alchemically apt.)

Elenwei grew up in the forests of Valenwood with her older sister, her mother had died during child birth and she never knew her father. They managed, Elenwei's sister, Iolil, looked after her and they took shelter in an abandoned shack that they repaired over the years.

One day, Iolil travelled to the nearest village for supplies. A week passed and she did not return.

Elonwei gathered her bow, quiver and blade and set off after her. After two days of travel, she reached the outskirts of the village.

Fires raged across the landscape, sacred trees reduced to ashes. She pressed further on. She soon reached the village proper, bodies were strewn across the streets and buildings were razed to the ground.

Elonwei pressed on, scouring through the remains of the village, who, or what, did this?

And then she saw it. A corpse in resplendent Elven armour, contrasting the red-stained soil. Thalmor. An arrow had punctured the Altmer's heart. Elowen followed the arrows trajectory, a husk of an inn lay ahead and there, lying on the steps was her sister, all too still.

"No, no, no. Sister." She burst into tears, "This can't be happening..."
She finally composed herself.
"Those bastards will rue the day."

By daybreak, she had buried all the bodies she cared to. She stripped the Thalmor agent of anything valuable and set off to pursue the agents.

She eventually tracked the Thalmor who commited the atrocity to their camp. The coup was in full swing. She killed the first, on watch, with an arrow to the throat, the high elf fell to the floor, gurgling slightly. The thud attracted another, whom's neck was promptly snapped. All the others died easily, killed in their sleep. Elowen had her vengeance, but the fires of fury still remained.

Over the coming years, up until the end of the following Great War, Elowen was a shadow, countless Thalmor officials died under mysterious circumstances, suffocated in their sleep, food poisoning; the wood elf tried to stay out of sight.

Finally, her luck ran out. It was a routine assassination, cloak and dagger, but this official was a cut above the regular pencil pusher. Elowen was slipping a poison into the water supply, when the light faded to nothing.

She woke up in some form of non-descript dungeon. Screams echoed along the halls, blood dripped from the Walls and and gathered in streams. Disgusting. It became apparent she was chained up in a cell.

Footsteps. The door opened. A sharp, golden face peered into the darkness.
"You are accused of the murder of 27 officers of the Aldmeri Dominion and many other servicemen and women, punishable by death. Ah," the Altmer smiled disturbingly, "but that would be too kind."

All forms of torture followed in the days ahead, both mental and physical, all terrible. Elowen was losing her sanity, survival was all that mattered, she had to escape.

Finally, an opportunity arose, her execution. She was being dragged to the block, bleeding profusely. The headsman, a young Bosmer, a traitor, held the axe. Crows flew above. That was it. Elowen called on her Bosmer blood and a hundred black wings descended. Beaks and talons ripped at exposed flesh and released Elowen's bonds.

She ran and ran. She ran to Cyrodil, barely resting, keeping to the country, avoiding the roads; Cyrodil was infested with Thalmor too. By a miracle, she finally crossed the Skyrim border, relative safety was just ahead, at least in the rebel controlled areas.

She was making her way to Riften, it was Stormcloaks controlled, temperate, and there was apparently good work for a "sneaky type like her". However, she was caught up in an Imperial Ambush, seemingly by mistake near Darkwater Crossing.

Before she knew it, she was back at the block.

[Killer McCracken]

Aeryn Eagleye Angerborn, Thane of Whiterun, Blacksmith

3^rd of Heartfire, 401

I did it. I cut him down right in front of his guards and officers. His smug attitude made me so angry I couldn’t even think straight. I just drew my blade reflexively and sliced him open from shoulder to groin.

Everyone just stood there for a heartbeat or two then his adjutant, I never even knew his name but he’s always there at the back of the room, tried to apprehend me. Foolish. As if I’d yield peacefully. But I am thankful for the courtesy. If he’d simply attacked I’d likely not have made it out of that office. He demanded that I surrender to Imperial justice, in response I smashed his nose inside out with my shield and bolted from the office as several blades slid out of scabbards. A grisly sound to be sure, when all those blades are intended for you…

Shouts rose from behind and then from all around. I weaved left and right as I ran, arrows sailing past my head the whole way. If anyone tried to block my path I’d smack ‘em in the face with my shield and run on by.

A couple arrows found their mark as I fumbled with the gates, but once I was out of the city I sprinted down the road, past the guard tower and jumped down the embankment on the side of the road to safety, or rather, into the den of a pair of sabercats. They were easily felled but I didn’t linger to skin them as I could still hear my pursuers on the road above. Instead I made my way to a nearby river, followed it southish for a while to hide my tracks then made my way to the only somewhat friendly refuge I could think of… Whiterun.

I arrived this morning and was quite relieved as I entered and the guards greeted me pleasantly rather than attacking. I guess the bounty offered in Solitude carries little or less weight down here. As I’d hoped.

I knew there were a few properties available that had been abandoned during the war and started off up the road to Dragonsreach to see about buying one of them. It was then that I heard the sound of steel scarping steel from behind and turned, expecting to see the gate guards bearing down on me.

Instead it was my old ‘pal’ Hadvar. He had done pretty well for himself during the war and I couldn’t imagine him coming all this way for a measly 1000 septims. He is kind of a stickler about honour and duty though. So maybe all we’d been through together has been forgotten and all he sees now is a turncloak that needs to be brought to justice. Whatever his intentions, he was advancing with drawn steel so I drew my own blade, raised my shield and waited…

Hadvar: “You better watch your back, Eagleye. I could’ve cut you in four in the time it took you to turn around. And there’s plenty of folk looking for you to do just that.”

Me: “…”

He re-sheathed his blade.

Hadvar: ”But I’m not one of them. And I think it’s safe to say Rikke’s in no hurry to see you brought in either, ‘else she’d probably have sent somebody other than me after you. You’ve got about as many friends as enemies in Solitude right now. But that does make for quite a few enemies, so be on your guard, brother. Oh, and here, I know you were collecting trophies during the war so I figured you might want Tulius’ armor. Now I best round up my squad and see if we can pick up this traitor’s trail. Looked like he was heading towards the Rift. Farewell.”

Me: ”You, too. And thanks Hadvar. Oh, by the way. The name’s Angerborn. Eagleye’s in the Rift.”


I bought a cozy little cottage here in the city and have been busy getting it in order. I think I’ll work on my smithing skills a bit and forge myself some new armor. This old legion gear has to go.
After purchasing this old house most of my money is gone. Once I’ve got my new gear I guess I’ll have to find a way to make some coin…

http://cloud.steampowered.com/ugc/540677265970274631/F19B0769C7D2E6D0AC8D1AE3FE0A46C60DB20200/

[Floor Punch]

Name: Sondil
Prefix: Lord
Class: Deadric Artificer/Necromancer
Race: High Elf (Only due to being thrown into a high elfs body when cast out of Oblivion)
Gender: Male

Lord Sondil, a Deadric Whelp, was cast out of Oblivion to live on Mortal lands. Punishment for trying to overthrow Molag Bol. He was cast into the body of a rouge High Elf, that was once part of the Thalmor, but deserted after learning the Thalmor plans. Sadly when Sondil's spirit entered this rouge Thalmors body, all memories and capabilites were erased.

Now Lord Sondil must reclaim all Deadric Artifacts, and become a true Deadra before he has a chance to enter the realms of oblivion once more.

Molag Bol promised to Curse Lord Sondil with Vampirism, it has yet to happen.

Lord Sondil has already joined up with the College of Winterhold.

[kasia]

Lord Sondil, Deadric Artificer, Aspiring Mage

27th of Last Stead, 4E 201

I dare say, this mortal realm is painfully ugly. How do men and mer dare call this Beauty. I almost fell from one of the cliffs when a fellow mage at the college told me to look at the beauty. He met his demise by meer accedent... It was not at all my fault... Ok so maybe i did stick my foot out and maybe he did trip over it. Still i was not the one that sent him spiraling down a steep embankment straight to his death. Tho, the scene after was quite amusing. Wolfs swarmed the body, 100's of feet below me and devoured him.

Its sad really, i would have loved to have taken that shirt he had.

I had to fake like i just came over and saw this beautiful sight. Tolfdir quickly ran over when he saw me staring down with a look of puzzlement on my face. "What is it, my boy?", he said in that O' so annoying tone. "Is there something wron...", he ended his sentence early as he saw what had become of his former student.

"O, dear... This is not good. Savos Aren is not going to be happy with this one bit. Did you by chance see what happened?"

"Not at all, sir. I came over after i heard screaming and found his body twisted and tangled at the bottom of the cliff. Minutes later those wolfs showed up and chewed him up.", I said as i laughed to myself.

"I must report this to the Arch-Mage, come with me at once.", Tolfdir hurried me.

"But sir! I didn't do anything!"

"Yes, yes i know you didn't, my boy. You were the only witness tho, and im going to need you to explain what you saw to the Arch-Mage."

We hurried into the college, and headed for the arch-mage.

Then i blacked out. No doubt a surge from the Deadra themselves. When i awoke i was in more my room in the college, and i felt stronger...

After long chats with the other mages i found out, it was not the Deadra, but a surge from the Eye of Magnus, everyone was feeling stronger.

This appointed problems. I remembered what the Auger said, and what the Psijic order said... "A chain of events"... This was only the begining.

Normally i would be all for this power, but something urged me to locate the Staff of Magnus, the only way to stop whatever events were about to unfold. Im off to Mzult, i will report on my findings when i return.