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« Reply #15 on: April 03, 2013, 10:54:37 pm »

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« Reply #16 on: April 04, 2013, 07:43:09 am »

Here's update two! Still in the Imperial City.


So Ruined-Tail and I wander through the city, when I get hungry. We stop at this place... Can't remember the name, only I went in and saw this.



Not one to pass up on speaking to potential lunatics, I spoke to her.


Hi there! I had nothing good to do, so I felt like raking this rug.


Err... Why... are you carrying a rake indoors? Let alone, in this city, which is mostly stone?


Ah... this one looks strange. I think we'd best leave her be.


Well, I wanted to make it furrowed, y'see? Anyway, I heard you were looking for a companion. You and this Argonian hitched, or something? Anyway, I'll come with you if it means I get money. I'm a rogue, you see.


We've just met... I doubt such a thing would occur so quickly.


It could've! Well, it could've been one of those 'random crossbow weddings'. Then again, I'm not sure Argonian-Human marriage is legal in Tamriel, is it? There's a certain group campaigning for it, but trust me, I'm not one of them.


...Come with us, and shut your mouth.


I like the cut of your jib! Brash, and supposedly timid! Yes, I'll join you...?


I'm Kira Anduil, Redguard Wanderer. This is Ruined-Tail, my Argonian Battlemage companion. And you?


I will not share my name! It's sacred to me. Call me what you will, I don't mind. (Hey #$%!*, get over here!)


...What language was that?


Indeed, it is none I recognise.


And this considerably less odd person walks over.


You rang? They're looking for companions? I'm in. If it means I get to use my magic. I'm a nightblade.


And then the black-hooded one casts this spell on me, and I am forced to dance upon the table. The shame of it all! But then again, the owner doesn't bat an eye.

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Ruined-Tail dispels it with a wave of his hand. Bloody mages. Bloody damn arse mages. Playing with us poor 'lesser' beings for fun.


Hah, oh, CLASSIC! I haven't been able to use that spell in years! All the payback I can get on $#@!* for the times she's stolen food right out of my pockets!


Do not harm her... whatever you may be. She is my companion, and I will not let her be injured or tormented.


Ease up, cutie! She was just having fun! We'd better get going, but first, we need names that you Tamrielians can say. What should we be called?



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« Reply #17 on: April 04, 2013, 08:19:49 am »

Well, the rogue's name is $#@!* and the shadowblade's is #$%!*. It would be polite to call them by their name :P
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« Reply #18 on: April 04, 2013, 10:49:23 am »

They're called Nid-Britt and Valencia Navarre, of course.
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« Reply #19 on: April 04, 2013, 11:36:31 am »

I'd rather say Nid-Britt is her nickname, as Tamrielians can't pronounce that well. What about Nidri Brittyn?
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« Reply #20 on: April 04, 2013, 11:42:20 am »

Unpronounceable-String-Of-Symbols and Unpronounceable-Collection-of-Symbols.

Or Snumatias and Nusperias. >.>
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« Reply #21 on: April 19, 2013, 04:29:01 am »

Apologies folks, uni has strangled me again. I'll get an update tonight, a large one at that.

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« Reply #22 on: April 19, 2013, 06:54:40 am »


Well, newly stocked up with meatshields companions, I decide on names.


You there. You're Snumatias, and you're Nid-Britt.





I can dig it. Or rake it.


Works for me. Sounds... exotic. Ooh la la, you might say.


Ruin shuffles from claw to claw uneasily. He looks like he's about to say something, but he doesn't. I assume he's antsy about getting his things back, or maybe he's never been around so many women in his life.

Anywho, we get going, and head out the west gate of the city. It's beautiful.




We finally make it to Weye. Feels like that bridge was kilometres long. Nice little town, even if it is hicksville incarnate. True to his word, the Battered Dragon Inn is very close by.



So we go inside. Ruin promptly sits down and beckons me over.


Kira... Considering the hour, and the fact that it is raining outside, perhaps we should stay here for the night. I hope you don't mind.


We may as well. Why do you fear the dark, and the rain? I find it very soothing.


The dark is an old friend of mine, who unfortunately has other friends of whom I'm not very fond. In the past, the dark has comforted me, kept me hidden from my enemies, and myself... But as I am not the only one that takes refuge in it, I need to be wary of who I might bump into while enjoying its embrace. And regarding the water... Some Argonians do, some don't. Just because a few of my kind grew up amidst mud and mould doesn't mean all Argonians do. It is akin to me saying that because you are a Man, you enjoy living in a cave. Anyway, I shall remain here, as I have little to do while you, as the one flushed with money finds us all a room for the night.


Very well. I'll go do that.

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« Reply #23 on: April 19, 2013, 08:17:35 am »


I do spot these strange people nearby. Nice armor, the big nord has. I say that merely as appreciation of another's assets- er, I mean, the fact that he is a successful merc is pleasing to know.




Hail, Ra'Gada, child of Yokuda. I am Twilight, and I caught you watching me. I would like a moment.


Well, I guess so. I do have to get going very soon.


You have the appearance of a fellow mercenary, and I knew you wouldn't be able to resist exchanging a few pleasantries with me.
My name is Twilight. I am a warrior, and the leader of the Shadowseeker Party, a mercenary group. You may have heard of us. So what can I do for you, friend?


What are you doing in a cosy inn like this?


We are merely here to relax after having completed one of the more challenging contracts offered to us. After an unexpected bloodbath, we four enjoy a few beers to wash away the nightmares that come with the profession. I suspect you are here for exactly the same reason... Unless of course, your pet Argonian there is leading you by the collar.


Hrmf. He is not and I resent that. Good day.


Well. I am glad to have gotten the opportunity to speak with you, in any case.


I storm over to the proprietor, and purchase the last four rooms left in the inn. What luck. As I head back to Ruined-Tail, he grabs my arm.


I have a question that I want to ask, if you have the time to listen.


Speak your mind, Ruined-Tail.


Please, my friend, call me Ruin. It is the name my friends once knew me by.
My question is thus: In the society where I was raised, I saw the epitome of everything that can go wrong with the social structure. If a society is evil, it subsequently taints those who live within it. Yet despite knowing this, Cyrodiil is awash with sentient life all serving some part of society.

Thus, I wonder: what role can society possible serve?


That is a tough one, Ruin. I suppose, laws dictate good and evil and hence society can be divided into a good and a bad half.


Truly? But what if I do not agree with a given law? What if the laws incorrectly define good or evil? In the society that I grew up in, it is my right to kill you where you stand rather than address any grievance we might have.
This ultimately glorifies a regression to a more primitive, animalistic state rather than working towards an evolved social intelligence.

If the laws of a society dictate good and evil, and development within a society influences (and taints) the individual mind...
How can one know what laws are actually good, and which are actually evil? How do I know if I am doing the right thing?


I suppose, do as I do, and follow your gut instinct. It seems to work for me. Do what you feel is correct and society is likely to accept you for it.


An optimistic, and spiritual answer, but not a particularly realistic one. If you are referencing the 'heart' in the manner you have referenced it, it is merely a metaphor for what guides the moral choices one makes.
Thus, it too is subject to misaligned perspective when guided by questionable laws and education.
I know that I cannot rely on my judgement to differentiate between what is actually good and what is actually evil... my own actions in the past have demonstrated as much to me.
And without some way to guide my moral choices, how do I know if I am making the right ones? Will my actions forever damn me, because of my inability to understand what defines them as good and evil?


...You would use empathy, and hence the perspective gained from empathy.


Apply empathy to the moral situation in question? Consider it from the point of view of those around me?
An interesting prospect, yet I wonder if one such as I (with a limited understanding of the views of others) can possibly accomplish such a task?

At any rate, you have given me a great deal to consider. I would like to rest now. I will sleep on your words.
Good night, Kira Anduil.




We all retreat to our various rooms. Snumatias and Nid-Britt have been oddly quiet since we came in here. I do wonder why, in the hour since I met them, they have been irritatingly talkative..


Are you two okay? You haven't said a word since we came in here, either of you...


Oh... er, there feels something strange in here. Something I do not like. And Ruined-Tail's angst is making my head hurt.


Yes, there is a distinctly black feeling in my head at the moment. I don't like it one bit. Let's sleep.


As I pack my bags and prepare to haul them upstairs, Ruin sneaks past, fear practically projecting from him.
What is with these people!? It's a lovely little cottage inn, with some mercs in it! There's nothing wrong with that, even if it does smell a little bit of burnt wood and burnt roast and beer.

I reach my room, and prepare to sleep. Snumatias and Nid-Britt do not sleep. They stand at the edge of my bed, and it is most disconcerting. Both of them face away from me. I am too tired to care.




I groggily wake up to the delightful smell of woodsmoke---------



WAKE YOURSELF, KIRA! THE INN IS ON FIRE!



Suddenly coughing, I grab my bag and get going. RUIN! Is he okay? I have to check!



I can barely breathe, my head is swimming, my eyes burn and the temperature is intense. Snumatias and Nid-Britt don't seem to be affected by it. I... How?



He appears to be fine. I surge into the room and shake him awake very roughly. As he awakes, he reaches for his blade, then sniffs and coughs. His snake-eyes open very wide.


Wh... what's happening? The inn is on fire? What's going on?


Let's get out of here before the roof collapses!


Of course! Let us depart immediately!


The craven lizard barrels past me and down the nearby steps. Not even waiting for me, like Snumatias and Nid-Britt are... but, he could hardly be expected to in a situation like this.



The smoke is so thick, that I struggle to find my way. Everything looks the same. I feel woozy. I feel Snumatias and Nid-Britt grasp me by the arms, pulling me along.



The door is there. The room collapses around me. Snumatias and Nid-Britt attempt to heave the door open. It is jammed shut. We are going to die in here.

Snumatias casts a destruction spell... frost, I think, to rapidly chill the burning door and locks to shatter them. It works. We fall outside, me hacking and coughing and breathing like a dying woman, and Snumatias and Nid-Britt a little out of breath. Ruin sits outside, dejected.



The little inn does not look so pretty anymore.



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Kira Anduil - Redguard Paladin (Ritual)
Ruined-Tail - Argonian Battlemage (Shadow)
Snumatias - Breton Nightblade (?)
Nidd-Britt - Breton Rogue (?)

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« Reply #24 on: April 19, 2013, 09:10:18 am »

Now that is neat stuff right there.
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« Reply #25 on: April 20, 2013, 04:09:04 am »


We flee, as Ruin becomes fearful and mumbles 'imperial legion' under his breath. He is right, an imperial legion officer is nearby.

The Argonian is still trembling with terror, and so we all creep down to the lakeside, out of sight of the legionary.



Well, that explains why I felt so blimmin' awful, what with nearly being burnt alive. I could rake up some food, we went straight to sleep without eating. I'm not fussed, as long as it isn't hum--- I mean, as long as it isn't lizards again.



Feels good to clean the soot off! Though one can't help but wonder, why did none of us take our weapons or armor off?


Aye. Well, I found a slaughterfish... as long as I cook it properly, we won't get sick from it. But hang on a moment... where did those Shadowseekers run off to? I guess they have their own secrets too... just like any merc group would. Just like us.


We're a group now? Niddy and I have always wanted to be in a group! Hooray! Maybe we should get a fifth member, just to be safe. Sometime soon, when the night's over.

But slaughterfish are disgusting. Maybe we should look elsewhere for food.


So we head north. On my map, this place is labeled Fort Empire. I've scrawled on it that I've found edible animals in there in the past, and cairn boletes, which are one of the few wholly edible mushrooms in Cyrodiil.




Imps! Allow me, Kira!


Ruin sends an imp into orbit with a well placed destruction spell, narrowly missing Snumatias. More imps, from implings to elderly imps, all bearing powerful magic come a'flyin' to the blasted imp's aid. Naturally, as mercs, we do what mercs do best. Kill. (I wouldn't say I'm a merc, but I just like to wander.



We charge into combat. It's insane. A tap or two from my mace is enough to defeat the larger imps. I hang back after killing a few to let the mages deal with them.



We should head inside! They're all dead here.


And we do. It's cold, very cold inside. Quiet, and cold. And then, suddenly, we barrel into a nest of them!



The big one shoots a fireball at me before fleeing. It hits, and it burns, but it's no worse a feeling than being in the inn. We head deeper in the ancient fort Empire.



An enormous, ancient imp drags me backwards while the others are dealing with the smaller imps. I flail at it until it dies. While I try to find my way back, I find an old chest with no lock on it. I open it and find... a Cape of Shock Shield, and some iron bracers. Snazzy.




We all meet back at the gate. Ruin appears happy to see me, and we move on. No food to be found, just a few nice items. We head out further, and come across an ayleid ruin. I know this one as Piukanda.



Ooh... an Ayleid ruin... let's go inside!


Yes, I do love Ayleid ruins. Can we can we can we, Kira?


Well, I don't see why not... wait, what's that?



A blood golem! Stay back, girls!


Snumatias cuts one in half effortlessly, then casts a fireball, which boils the golem to death. As the fluids holding it together drained away, no less than four rubies could be seen in each one's corpse. What an amazing score! If there's blood golems roaming at the entrance to the ruin, what could be inside?



Oh joyous frabjous kahloo-kahlay! Welkynd stones! Grab everyone you can find!

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« Reply #26 on: April 20, 2013, 08:53:33 am »

Another update!




Eager to find more spoils in Piukanda, we all sprint right in, to the waiting arms of some skeletons.



Skeletons are such fun to fight. Give them a sturdy hit and the bones go flying!



Blade trap! Get your Restore Health spells ready--- and you two, just... don't get hit.


The mindless skeletons stalk towards us, but don't realise there's the blades, which activate and shred them. We all carefully negotiate the blades (I nick my hand on one, but it's nothing a potion won't fix.) At the end, oh, wonderful! Another rack of Welkynd stones. These are useful for Snumatias and Ruin, but they also fetch a very nice price.


To the victor go the spoils!




This is no mere ghost...

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« Reply #27 on: April 20, 2013, 10:26:33 pm »



Snumatias and Ruin rush to engage the ghost in melee. I have nothing that can harm it (my blade passes right through, and I can cast only the simplest of magics). Then, another ayleid trap engages, dropping the ghost, Ruin and Snumatias against spikes. Ruin is thrown aside and knocked unconscious; Snumatias barely jumps out of the way of the spikes.

I find myself paralysed by the ghost, and I can't move. Snumatias can't seem to dispel it, either.



I regain my footing, and stumble onto the trap, foolishly. Ruin is still lying against the wall. He's breathing, but he's hurt.

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« Reply #28 on: May 23, 2013, 11:40:25 pm »


As my possession wears off, and I get up, the ghost disappears. Ruin shakes himself and hops up, bloodied but alive.


Kira, I tell you true, nothing is more enjoyable than travelling with you, Snumatias and Nid-Britt.
Aside from the pleasant company, the wonders that Tamriel reveals to me with each new day are beyond words. Indeed, it is on days like today where I can forget the dark clouds that gather in our wake and focus on the sun shining brightly on the horizon.


You're cheerful today, Ruin!


You asked why I am so cheerful? I will  tell you: I have been thinking much on morality of late, and how somehow I have regained mine. In the past, I did many evil deeds, but perhaps the worst lay within my silence against wrongdoing.
The saying goes: "The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing." And even if my own nature within the evil sect I was raised in was questionable, the fact that I remained silent against wrongdoing is not.
I could have used my influence to stand up to all that was wrong in my society, yet I did not. I am not too sure why. Many suffered as a result of my silence. Yet, had I done something, I might've suffered a similar fate.


You can't expect to fight every injustice that occurs. You aren't super... erm, human.


Maybe so... but that doesn't justify a lack of action where action is due.
Perhaps I could've chosen battles I could win, rather than refusing to fight at all. I cannot help but feel that in remaining silent, I ultimately condoned the cruel actions of my kindred. I wish I had found a way to end the suffering, and yet I did not I suppose that at a base level, I was afraid. Amidst a herd of sheep, the only one that stands out is the black one. I had no desire to stand out.


Why does this make you cheerful?


I would've thought that the reason was obvious. Morality to me became an ambivalent shade of grey, solely because placing myself in moral ambiguity served to justify my lack of action, at least in my mind...
Yet of late, in your company, i have found that suddenly I can see moral dilemmas in the more appropriate shades of black and white: good and evil.
Thus, in order to exist in the world I knew before, I put aside any semblance of good OR evil, any semblance of morality. Now though, by being constantly exposed to situations in which such moral choices are made, I have regained my perspective. To me, the world seems to make more sense when it is defined by black, white, and the shades of grey in between.


What colour are you?


...! I'm not entirely sure, just yet. Though, I'm starting to get an idea. I suppose that now I have established a firmer moral scale, I can begin to determine exactly where I reside on it. I suspect some of your moral shading will rub off on me if I remain in your company: though by my reckoning, that's not a bad thing.

Thank you again for taking the time to listen to my thoughts. I do value your insight, Kira.


With that lengthy plot exposition over, let's continue on!


Hang on, everyone! Kira, I have a hypothetical question that I want to ask you, if you've got time.


...What.


I have time, I guess.


Thankyou, Kira. If a society were to deem one particular object as bad, such as a painting or a statue, for example, does that then make the object 'bad'? In other words, if society says something is so, does that make it so, without any question?


Why all the questions about society? I feel like I am back in school...


Kira, I am an outcast. I can never return home to the society I was raised in. Thus, this is my society now, and I am trying to figure out my place in it. Much of Tamriel seems to be at odds with what I have experienced in the past. And this leaves me quite confused, as I struggle to determine what aspects of the society I knew, and what aspects of the society I now live in, are deemed "right".
In other words, the society I grew up in told me something is wrong, and the society I live in now tells me it is right... Which do I believe?


Be an integral part of the society you live in. Helping it helps you.


Aye, I suppose that if I want the right to live in a society, I should adapt and evolve to suit the trends of the society in question. I suppose that makes sense... if one plans to take the moral "high road", so to speak.

And yet I wonder, not knowing how I was raised, or the circumstances under which I grew up, how valid your opinion is on the topic. How can I put you in a position to view this with a more educated, wizened viewpoint? I would think you would need to know more about my past. I confess that I don't want to tell you everything. As the poets say, "ignorance is bliss", and the less you know the less danger you will be in. But I will say as much as I can without putting you at risk. Sit down, and I will tell you a tale.


I look over and see Snumatias and Nid-Britt already snoring. Well, that's amusing. I suppress a snigger.


I was raised in a very small Argonian sect that is unknown to most people, and frowned on by those people who do know of us. Even to our own race we are essentially outcasts. Yet by banding together, like sheep, none could stand up to us. From a very young age i was trained to take life without question. I was taught that death is a part of life. I was trained to revel in blood. To the end that when we reached maturity we could go forth into Tamriel and put our skills to good use in service of our sect.
Yet when the time came, I wished to do no such thing. I wanted to be free to make my own choices, and so I ran from my masters and abandoned my sect. I came to the Imperial City where I hoped to seek out someone who could accept me as a companion and show me the lands of Tamriel.

And so it was that I met you.
Considering your earlier answer, let me turn my initial question on its side... My society calls me a coward and a traitor. Does that make it so?
Here in the Imperial City, the laws work against creatures of my nature, and thus are at odds with the society I was raised in. Thus, if my society calls me traitor, could that mean that one day your society would call me a hero simply for opposing the evil ways of my sect? Or does one become a hero for sticking to the foundations through which one was raised, regardless of present environment?


Your actions are all that matter.


You are saying that society - whichever one I place value in - will forget my past, based on my choices in the future and the present? So if from this point onwards, I were to serve as a hero to Tamriel, then society would perceive me only as a hero? And society would validate that when contrasted against my darkened past? Interesting... most interesting indeed. I will think of this at length. Thankyou once again.


Snumatias and Nid-Britt awaken almost as Ruin finishes. Weird. We leave, and a few Restoration spells later, we're back at fighting spirit.
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« Reply #29 on: May 23, 2013, 11:46:38 pm »

Your BBC Code is showing. :P But other than that, another good update. :) I'm somewhat curious about the two brainless bretons' backstory, but we'll get to that I imagine.
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