New story posted on Niamh's blog: http://niamhwoodelf.wordpress.com/about/stories/fellglow/.

The game went wierd.

So as a precauction so I had at least one chance to get to level 50 and because I wanted to and was bored with mage fighting, I made another character to play at the same time.

Scaragjia Lequoque Ruimaine
Her name means Skull Angel, Elequent Devouring Void, Red Axe Throwing Trap.

A female nord berserker barbarian, known as the Skull Warrior due to her powers of death and destruction and skull warpaint.

Uses one handed weapons and shields, and all magic, duel wielded or with a weapon. Likes axes. Wears heavy armour.

Has black shoulder length sophisticated hair, brown eyes, blue eyeliner, black lipstick, red striped all face warpaint.
Chaotic Good.

Entered skyrim with her unit of famous and infamous, berserker barbarians. Carved a bloody swath through many countries in the service of good.

Respects the empire. Will help them.

Heard about this idiot stormcloak moron and decided he would die by her blade.
No one disrupts the peace she and her band soaked the ground with blood for.

Explored a bit, then entered whiterun.
Killed a noisy moron called Heimskr, for everyones own good.
Paid the fine then looted his corpse and house of everything of value in it.

Going to kill and loot everything from a lot of nasty or annoying people. Muhaha.
If they won't die, they will be looted of everything.

Made awesome dwemer armour and weapons.

Dravatina Luetcragjia

Dravatina helped the orcs of Largashbur.
Got a awesome warhammer as a reward. Volundrung is awesome!

Avoided a piece of crap called Brynjolf in a stinking sewer called Rifton. She will NOT have that garbage in her quest journal!
Going to jam the nasty get with another conversation.
If timed right, it shuts the fragwit down.

Got Frost, killed Letrush. He's hers now. He's such a pretty horse.

Falkreath, en-route to Markarth and Muiri.
The only Forsworn that Niamh has met hitherto have attempted to kill her, so these ones will not be getting the chance...

Went back to my Redguard character and have been in the process of completing the TG quests. I think there is one more special assignment and I'm finished. It is nice to have quests that constantly bring me back to Riften and allow me a day or two at home with Janessa. I enjoy hanging out at Honeyside and taking morning swims, catching fish and fooling around with alchemy. Though I have noticed that one of my mannequins likes to move around. REALLY freaked me out the first time I walked into the basemant and the thing was halfway across the room.

Just trying to complete the map.

I'm waiting a few days for the Orc at Winterhold to translate some book I found for him. I have no idea what this is about, so it will be interesting to find out

(Don't spoil anything)

It's easier to just go here: http://niamhwoodelf.wordpress.com/about/where-is-niamh/ and read the topmost entry...

The Guild has a new master. After that undertaking, Redo will likely take some time off at home with Jenassa and work on some enchanting and alchemy while unloading loot collected over the last few weeks. There is new gear to upgrade at the forge and I need to locate some void salts at some point. Perhapas an easy trip to the house in Whiterun will be in the near future just to have a change of scenery while resting up and recovering from days of hard travel.

After that.....who knows?

Oh, and I now have curved swords. Curved. Swords.

Mhairi is wandering aimlessly about the Reach, dodging Forsworn at evey turn, whilst trying to find her way to Markarth.

Sigyn is busy killing Imperials in Fort Neugrad. Which is good, keeps her mind away from some disturbing thoughts she had recently involving Ulfric.

Oh, and she discovered where the border to Cyrodiil is.

Sneaking around, killing dudes, raising the first guy I kill to help me kill his buddies, turning people to ash with LIGHTNING--REAL LIGHTNING!!--killing dragons and chasing butterflies...and trying to become immune to magic.

Just the other day I had an epic encounter with a dragon on some peak or another and then after killing the beast when I went for the world wall, guess who popped out of his coffin? Krosis! Flinging fireballs from his deadly staff to fry my reptilian rear...
I ran like a little sissy before I realized I could sneak by him to get to the word wall. Useless shout was Throw Voice, but I managed to distract him with it to get him to turn his back to me and then I succeeded in sneaking up behind him and putting my dagger in his back for a 30x backstab...too bad it didn't kill him!! If he wasn't before he was REALLY PISSED after I did that.
The next 5 seconds consisted of me screaming hysterically in a high-pitched voice and hacking away at his nasty mummified corpsey body with my dagger before he had the chance to start launching fireballs again. Finally he fell and turned to ash and I claimed both his staff and mask as my trophies. The staff has a special place in my Windhelm home, Hjerim, and the mask I'll wear forever since I play a stealth character and the bonuses are particularly helpful to me.

Sometimes I get completely stark naked and put everything I'm wearing on one of the mannequins in my home just to look at myself and see how sixy I am wearing a full elven set (gilded armor) but replace the helm with Krosis...and no I don't own a mirror so that's not weird or perverted at all.
...Why are there no mirrors in Skyrim?

Incidentally, anyone know of a good thread where I can write about my adventures in detailed story-telling form? I'd really like to share the insanity with everyone

there should be a creative writing section I agree.

Last might my new Orc warrior/huntress slew over 100 forsworn in the Markarth area. Found and solved the Red Eagle sword mystery. Invaded Goldenglow estate and slayed a few dragons. Since she is a master thief (but just a lowly entry lv thief to the guild) her favorite past time is stealing the clothes from NPC/hostiles and then taking them on in unarmed combat.

She already doesn't like Mercer Frey of the thieves guild and stole all his weapons and sold them. Should he try and cross her later... it might be a little difficult for him.

With my current character I'm hiding in the wilderness for a while. I was at the embassy 11th at Heartfire and decided to hide the last days of the month in wilderness. It's 14th at Heartfire now and I'm moving again. I sleep only once in same place and carry no loot (only weapon, clothes and minimal amount of food to survive) and I always walk on offroads and stay away from cities and settlements. I think after a few weeks it may be safe enough to meet Delphine again. But until then I'll make Thalmors hunt for me to be really challenging.

My orc hates thalmor and those Stendar monks. She kills every one she comes across. Now they come after her in groups in the wild and she collects their letters.

I could start a creative writing thread provided there's enough interest and some lovely posters would support said thread with their own fine work...

I hate the...yeah vigils of Stendarr...the ones who hunt and exterminate the undead and vampires, correct? Mostly because I myself am a vampire. Its karma coming to get them...rather, me coming to get them...before they get me...or something....

I actually have a pretty good story about them too, not from my current character but from a previous one...I got lost trekking around the mountains trying to find a way to Iverstead and I swear I went up the mountain only to come down somewhere near the alchemist's shack? Well on the road there I passed a couple of vigils and had a nice chat with them. Real friendly people. Filled me in on the details of their order and why they were traveling, I think they even offered to share some supplies with me or something along those lines. Well as soon as I was done having our friendly little chit-chat I let them go and before they'd made it 20 feet I slit the one's throat and then fought and killed the other before looting their corpses. Those amulets and robes they wear are pretty valuable!

Well, I've been waiting all day for someone to tell me if such a thread already exists and I'm tired of waiting. I'll provide links as soon as its up.

At the moment I'm playing my second character, a pure mage specializing in Destruction, a Dunmer Vampire. This happened the other day:

I had just finished the Namira quest and was taking Eola to Boethiah's shrine for the sacrifice. I fast travelled to Hollyfrost Farm and walked from there, to the east. We headed sort of past Traitor's Post, but instead of following the road we went up the hill instead (shortcut!). Soon after, we were up on the winding road near Refugee's Rest, and found two trolls fighting a bandit chief. Somehow the Boethiah worshippers had gotten into it too, but from waaaaaaaaay up there on the mountaintop.
Anyway, we ended up kiteing them back down towards Traitor's Outpost, and then the real fight began. We ended up fighting two frost trolls, two bandit chiefs (?!), three bandit marauders and four bandit highwaymen. All at the once!
It was utter chaos, especially with both Eola and I summoning and resurrecting etc. One of my most enjoyed encounters in Skyrim so far.
We barely survived. xD
Feldas, the Dunmer, is now at 93 hours.

that's what this thread is for...
but, i'll join your thread if you make it

Today, i had managed to find another one of my shattered memories. When i woke up on the cart leading to helgen, the only thing i knew was my name. my memories are slowly coming back, but they seem to need triggers. today, i discovered a very important one. why the Thalmor were after me, and some hints as to how i had arrived in Skyrim.

Aela and I were cuddling on a bench, eating sweetrolls and making all the nearby men (and possibly Ysolda too, there's been a rumor flying around about her... preferences) jealous, when a guard ran up to me.
'Harbinger! Vampires were spotted in the city! We need you to help us make sure they are gone!" he said to me.
Aela dropped her sweetroll, and we both stood up. the guards were near the gates, but the Jarl's home was almost undefended. i drew my bow, and ran up to Dragonsreach.

The huge doors were closed. suddenly, one started to open, but there was no-one nearby. i dropped the bow and fired Sparks at the door, striking an invisible figure. the vampire melted out of the shadows, and snarled at me visciously. i remembered that Vampires were weak to fire, so i switched to Flames. despite those spells being rather easy and ineffective, they had become my signature kill method.
once i saw the vampire, i paled (pun not intended). my memory came back in a rush, leaving me dizzy and weak. i collapsed, and the vampire advanced. i saw the all-too-familliar fangs, much to similar to the ones that.... that...
my new memories were jumbled and confused, but i clearly saw the most important.


Five pale Thalmor. gleaming fangs and bloodthirsty expressions. two older Altmer, the female looking so much like me, and the male firing magic at an incredible rate. i know them, vaguely, but... i don't recognize them.
i stood behind a tree, watching ast they killed three of the vampires. one of the vampiric Thalmor grabbed the male, and tore out his throat. the male was my father, i realized. his eyes and hair were the same colour as mine. the woman, my mother, shrieked and put an arrow in it's skull. the final vampire bit her from behind, and dropped her. it ran off, dissapearing into the trees.
i walked over to Mother, and she sat up weakly.
'Erissa, are you ok?" she said. i nodded, and looked at the wound on her neck. she cringed. "Erissa, i'm not going to survive this. i know you will try to avenge me. i would prefer you didn't, but, if you do, you'll need to flee." she said. i knew that i would. "if you can get to Cyrodiil, i have a friend there, who will help you. he'll help you, should you tell him you are my daughter. look for Sinderion, he knows me well enough to recognize you, if he sees you long enough." my mother and i looked almost identical, so there is no doubt about me being her daughter. i hugged her, and cried. she breathed weakly, and said one last thing. "you're magical abilities could equal your father, if you train them. but you also have...something... strange about you. but you can continue the tradition. you're the sole survivor of the family, and we have been hunting vampires for centuries. do not break that tradition, Take tthis, and make me proud. i love you." she put her hand on her crossbow, shuddered, and weakly handed me the weapon and bolts. she then lay still in my arms, and her eyes closed for the final time.
i raised my head to the sky and yelled, a cry of rage and despair. the ground shook and a storm started to brew, almost as if my wordless scream had called it. the vampire peeked put from the trees, and saw me. it didn't approach me, but instead ran.

So, i know knew why the Thalmor wanted me. my parents killed four of them, and i was the only one left for them to punish. but i remember that weapon, the crossbow given to me by my mother. i know i left it in Skyrim somewhere, before i was arrrested. but who was Sinderion?* and if i went to cyrodiil, what am i doing in Skyrim?

" i don't think you should go in right now, the-" Vilkas said, but his voice was distant.
"Is she okay!" Aela's familliar voice. a door slammed shut.
'She's still unconsc- wait, she moved" a kind voice said. i slowly sat up, and when my eyes focused, i was in my quarters at Jorrvaskor, my neck aching and i felt incredibly weak. blood was dripping down my side, and i was sitting in my underwear. i yelped and covered myself. Aela, and Ria were in the room, with Vilkas standing guard outside. Ria was holding a bandage against the side of my neck. "woah, don't move too quickly, or the bleeding will get worse" Ria told me. "what happened?" i asked. "You fainted, and the vampire bit you. but it got away" Aela told me. i thought about the vampire i had seen, the way it's eyes sparkled with recognition when it saw me. it was the one that had survived and killed my mother. i made a descicion right there. i would hunt it down and kill it. painfully.


*no connection to Sinderion from Oblivion, i merely used the name.

Here are those links I promised.
http://www.gamesas.com/topic/1377852-the-epic-of-the-dragonborn-a-skyrim-creative-writing-thread/

I support the new creative writing thread and will post more detailed stories there.

On the topic of Stendarr hate haha

It was early in the evening as Kaileena my female Orc was travelling across the snowy countryside somewhere between Windhelm and Winterhold. A cabin appeared in the distance and since it was getting colder with the approaching dusk, Kaileena set out towards it. Hopeing for friendly folk, but caring less if she had to take the cabin by force, Kaileena rounded the corner of the building to see two figures by the door. Right away she could tell they were from the Stendarr order and Kaileena could not believe her luck. Infact it was only yesterday she had killed over a half a dozen Thalmor agents with letters instructing them to kill her with hatred due to her meddling in their affairs as well as the Stendarr order. It was to bad for those at the door that they did not recognize her and they smiled and nodded as she approached.

"Welcome friend!" the woman greeted her. "You are at the Stendarr sactuary. Feel free to go inside and sit by the fire for a while."

Its hard to tell if an Orc is sneering or smiling but either way Kaileena was more then happy to go inside with the hopes of maybe finding the leader of this whole Stendarr order. And she was not disapointed for as soon as she entered she saw a woman dressed unlike any of the others meditating by an alter at the front of the santuary.

No planning went into what happened next, simply hatred and the nessessity of killing every thalmor and stendarr she came across. Her hands gripped the handle of her Daedric great sword, swinging it down from the strap on her back. The monks did not even have a chance to properly mount a defence as she cut down the first two with single quick blows. A mage appeared from a side room, sending waves of fire her way but Kaileena ducked out of the way. Dancing out of the way, Kaileena cut down another Stendarr monk, and then a forth before killing the mage.

And then the leader's turn came. She had been standing by as Kaileena killed her followers and she drew a huge sword. "You shouldn't have come here, and now you will pay for your crimes!"

It was clearly a snarl on Kaileena's face now as the leader rushed her. Kaileena stepped aside as each blow was sent her way. They moved backwards, stepping back over those she had killed. And then the moment came, a flash of red and black. The sound of cutting flesh and a shriek silenced. The leader stood still, her sword dropping from her hands as Kaileena stepped behind her and shouldered her greatsword. "You failed... not only have you not successfully dragged me into the light... but I have cast you into the darkness. Kaileena whispered in the woman's ear before lifting her severed head from her shoulders and kicking the lifeless body to the floor.

The orc turned at this point, her green skin covered in blood. Her fingers curled around the handle of the front door and she pulled it open and tossed the dead woman's head out. As the two Stendarr monks on the outside gasped in shock, Kaileena broke the neck of the one closest to the door, taking the dagger off her belt and thrusting it into the other monk's back seconds later.

It was now dark outside as Kaileena shut the door and survayed the chaos she had created. Kaileena bolted the door and stacked the bodies in a side room before removing her equipment. Sitting nvde by the fire she cleaned her sword and her armor before bathing herself in hot water she had boiled. Fur blankets from the beds in the other room were laid out before the fire pit and Kaileena curled up under them for warmth.

It had been just another night for her. Tomorrow she would search the cave a woman had warned her of. Something about a sword and the Pale Lady.

Sweet! And thank you~<3
Also, good stuff, but I am not sure why Kaileena is hated by the Thalmor or hates the Stendarr people?
Aside from hating them for no reason which I completely understand because I'm the same way, haha.

the creative writing thread would be great. i like writing my elf's latest exploits, but my posts are usually long. like the one i poster earlier today. i reckon you should create it now.
my character hates the thalmor because some vampiric thalmor killed her parents, and one saw her and escaped. since then, the Thalmor have been hunting her, trying to capture her to make her pay for her parents "murdering" the thalmor (yet her parents were attacked first). she decided to carry on her family's tradition, and become a vampire hunter.
but she still wonders how she got to Skyrim, while the attack was in the Summerset Isles.