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  • July 16, 2017

    These screenshots are amazing. There's so much memory here.....

    Nope too much nostalga to ignore... Monday I'm hitting ESO. 

    If I can get out of Coldharbor.... 

     

  • Member
    July 16, 2017

    House Redoran. I hadn't long stepped back onto the streets of Balmora before House politics swept me up on an adventure lasting the fall of many leaves. Things required of me I found distasteful at first, but there was a very mortal story at the root of it, a tree with branches of betrayal and death, the resulting madness that comes from loss, and the all-consuming desire to let the world burn when grief turns to rage.

    Veya Releth, whose quest for revenge for the betrayal and murder of her brother by higher-ups in House Redoran in order to move the nomadic Ashlanders off their land was a tale of sex and sadness I won't soon forget.

    To be fair, most of the sex were just jokes provided by this mer, Naryu Virian, a Morag Tong agent who acted as Veya's... Blade Mother I think was the term used. When Veya ran away from home after a fight with her father, the young Dunmer joined the Tong and went under the protection of Naryu. Gaining the trust of both was hard but in the end I did right by them. I even offered Naryu the services of my own tongue should she fail to find a lusty egg-sister.

    If it wasn't Naryu talking about sex, it was this traitorous Redoran Councilor offering it freely. I lamented my lack of persuasion skills right then, resolved to get that sorted at the earliest opportunity. Sometimes the egg clutches need hatching, if you get my meaning. To get to this point, Naryu and I infiltrated a Redoran fortress to find the real culprits behind Veya's brother's murder. The stakes were high: Two Morag Tong assassins going rogue, to kill without a writ is murder, Naryu tells me, and the penalty for being caught is death.

    With the double-crossing councilor gutted by Naryu's daggers after her confession, we needed to infiltrate this place. Naryu had instructed her apprentice to remain hidden, but the anguish and anger became too much for the young mer, and she went rogue on a quest for revenge. We needed to stop her.

    We succeeded in putting an end to Veya's rampage through the Great House, but were faced with a hard decision when all was said and done. Like seeds in the soil, one can never know the shape they will take when rained on by the water of fate. Do we kill Veya and protect Naryu and the reputation of the Tong? Or stay true to one who acted on the clouded thoughts of grief?

    I suppose it wasn't such a hard choice after all. Let tomorrow's wind blow as it may, today Veya Releth deserves another chance. A chance to work with a famous Khajiit in the employ of an Aldmeri queen. Or so I am told.

    I will miss Naryu and her light-heartedness. Somehow the courtship of these Nix-Oxen reminded me of my favourite assassin.

  • Member
    July 16, 2017

    Sotek said:

    These screenshots are amazing. There's so much memory here.....

    Nope too much nostalga to ignore... Monday I'm hitting ESO. 

    If I can get out of Coldharbor.... 

     

    Do so, Sotek! :D I just completed the Telvanni arc. Mind-blown. The storyline there and all the ambition and power games that House is famous for are told from the point of view of an Argonian. I have never experienced a more perfectly told TES story, it is quite simply the best questline ever written.

  • Member
    July 16, 2017

    Like a river flowing to the open ocean, life's journey is not always a straight line and I found myself sweft over rapids and down falls like driftwood floating upon its surface. Many sights greeted me this day, some charming and beautiful, others dark and sinister. Of the latter I have doubts that I will ever again witness anything as terrifying as a deal with a dremora.

    Prison of Xykenaz. In Coldharbour, the fury of Molag Bal in response to the notorious Seat of Tyranny Rude Cushion Incident is legendary. It is said that in punishment the perpetrator has been confined to a nanoplane for seven epochs.

    The day started with the most glorious sunrise over Tel Mora. Mistress Dratha, Telvanni Magister, had recently regained her health after some small assistance from me. She asked me to collect a number of blue fire stones which were scattered around Vvardenfell's myriad daedric ruins. In return I would recieve a new staff. I agreed to help, and that adventure took me to Gnisis.

    The journey led me through the picturesque West Gash region...

    Where I stopped briefly to see Ald Skar...

    In the Temple of Gnisis I saw the Shrine of Justice...

    What a mer! Vivec's noble deeds are worthy of commemoration. Why not build a statue to remember him by? As if we could possibly forget.

    The brighness of day was soon lost above as I entered into a daedric ruin dedicated to Molag Bal in search of the last stone I needed. Lava flowed like water, and twisted abominations from Coldharbour were set against me. The bounty of the natural world was no match for the denizens of this dank delve, and I emerged victorious to return to Mistress Dratha.

    Dratha revealed that she planned to use the stones to send me into Oblivion in order to return with the disgraced and imprisoned Xykenaz with whom she would strike a bargain. I was unhappy with this, and profoundly worried, for deals with daedra are often nasty affairs. Nevertheless, I went into Coldharbour and defeated the Dremora who was promptly summoned by Dratha. The bargain was struck. In return for youth and immortality, Molag Bal would claim her "withered soul at an time of his choosing, and take her spirit to Coldharbour where she would find an eternity of torment and shame waiting for her."

    The transformation was extraordinary, and Dratha seemed unphased by the dremora's promise. I asked if it was worth the price.

    It would seem that for the Telvanni there is no price too high. I left her tower with the staff she promised, and with the feeling that even with her considerable years of experience, and all the years stretching before her, this magister would not be able to escape the fate she sealed this day.

  • Member
    July 18, 2017

    Not far from the Telvanni towers of Sadrith Mora, I came across the campsite of a mer whose name has become legendary for his daring and scholarly pursuits. I needed to clarify with the Nord at the camp that we were talking about the same person.

    We were indeed on the same page.

    There was a book outside Narsis Dren's tent. I had already read it.

    Elfbetta wanted me to see if Narsis was alright, so I entered the Dreloth Family Tomb.

    The great mer was fine, but hadn't made all that much progress. I enquired, a little awe-struck, as to what was hindering his research. In an adjacent room within the tomb a mighty beast had delayed his progress in finding treaure mentioned in a scroll he had translated from ancient elvish.

    It was just a trick of the light, a small spider feasting on the corpse of a beetle, the shadow on the wall made bigger by the position of the candles illuminating the area.

    I started to have my doubts about Dren after he triggered a trap. I did not appreciate his simile.

    Doubts that solidified after Narsis realised we were in the wrong tomb due to a translation error he seemed to blame Elfbetta for. He also refused to give credit to the Nord for finding the scroll to begin with. I was sad. I headed off to Veloth tomb, Dren and Elfbetta used a portal.

    The two appeared to have had a nice evening.

    I met up with Dren within and, to his credit, he managed to deduce the way forward all by himself.

    Which led to this delightful relic.

    Dren's attitude to caution concerned me.

    But we pressed on.

    To find nothing. He blamed me for the anticlimactic result. I was faced with a choice, then.

    To my slight shame I told a small lie.

    Dren and his nooks and crannies. I felt bad for Elfbetta. Misplaced affection had clouded her judgement.

    Sometime later I ran into Dren again...

  • Member
    July 18, 2017

    Naryu is ESO's definition of a femme fatale. :D

    She really puts the 'sex' in as'sex'ination. (Man, I really need to lay off the puns...)

     

    It's hard to read some of the dialogues on the images when there are... distractions in the way.

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    July 18, 2017

    KaiserSoSay said:

    Naryu is ESO's definition of a femme fatale. :D

    She really puts the 'sex' in as'sex'ination. (Man, I really need to lay off the puns...)

    I know, right? I don't think I've ever actually liked an assassin before (hence Golds trolling me with the avatar) but Naryu is starting to earn herself a fan. Hey, I read this in her journal:

    "The significance..." He caught his breath. He seemed distracted, poor thing. "It will be in the hands of one of the clans that's loyal to Malacath, probably as a treasured memento of their priesthood. The clans all have envoys in Orsinium right now, preparing for Kurog's Great Moot. I've been shadowing your aunt - 'Myvryna' - that is, - Algutha - and she's been talking to all of the Malacath adherents one by one. But I last saw her talking with Umutha, the Curator of the House of Orsimer Glories. Kiss me."

    And I kissed him,long and repeatedly. This led to an extended period of getting increasingly friendly. We'd been drinking a lot of something the barkeep had called Gods-Blind-Me, and the next few hours are a bit of a blur. We must have found a room somehow because we woke up the next morning under furs in a rented chamber.

    I swear these ESO guys write this stuff for us :D Also, I saw Investigator Vale has a new book added in ESO Morrowind ;)

     

    KaiserSoSay said:

     

    It's hard to read some of the dialogues on the images when there are... distractions in the way.

    Yeah, I found if funny that somebody called "the Shy" thought that was an apprpriate outfit. Unless the name was given in irony? :D

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    July 18, 2017

    Paws said:

    hence Golds trolling me with the avatar.

    We all know of your love for assassins, you needn't try to hide it by blaming me for your choice of avatars :P

     

  • Member
    July 18, 2017

    Golden Fool said:

    Paws said:

    hence Golds trolling me with the avatar.

    We all know of your love for assassins, you needn't try to hide it by blaming me for your choice of avatars :P

     

    Hail Sithis. I might change my name to Lucy Lachance :|

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    July 28, 2017

    When-Doves-Cry sort of ploughed through Morrowind faster than I could take screenshots. So in order to capture more of Vvardenfell I have made a new character in order to resume where Doves left off. Morihaus has just hit level 15:

    The idea with Mor here is to see how much I can get from relying as much as possible with Winter's Embrace as that skill provides a fair amount of damage over time, healing, and crowd control abilities. I'm hoping to start using a bit of Animal Companions, mainly for the Flesh Flies dot. I am hoping that by using Dual Wield on one weapon slot with One Handed and Shield on the other that I can get a nice mix of bleed damage/dot and also tankiness. That said, I have yet to pick an armour skill. Mainly because until I get my Minotaur motif I haven't figured out which one I want. Both medium and heavy sets look the bull's horns, but if tanking then I guess it must be heavy.