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A Life, Forgotten; The Tale of an Amnesic Bosmer, in Skyrim
Topic Started: Jun 27 2016, 02:03 PM (396 Views)
neildarkstar
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Nice!
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I think it would be scary as hell to get into one of the lifts in the Dwemer ruins, not knowing if it would strand you in solid rock. But much easier to pull the level when a giant is chasing you. Yikes.

Whoa, a clue from the frightened woman! Khalor might get some answers, but I doubt that they will make him happy. No wonder that woman ran off again. Great update, Kane!

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Oh yeah, I like this Kane! I hope he finds some answers, but like Grits says, I don't think he's gonnna like 'em!! Great way to escape that giant! :D
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Oppsies... Tat's can be the worst offenders.. when it come's to reminder's... good, bad or otherwise!
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Whoa! Light thickens.... Great read, Kane!






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Kane
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:thanks:

I started playing again, and caught back up to the story, in game. Taking a break from Fallout for a couple days, while I let a story idea I have for the wasteland fester in my head.
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Entry #20

Dinner at the Bannered Mare was a quiet affair. Sort of. With all the rabble and the bard singing, it's never really quiet. But, Khalor and Marcurio weren't the liveliest duo in the tavern, that's for sure. They ate and drank in virtual silence while they each pondered on recent events. A Mistwatch bandit. It fit perfectly with what they had learned so far, but still left a multitude of unanswered questions.

It explained why Khalor was part of a raid on Riften, but not why he ended up left for dead. If he had such a high position at Mistwatch, what had he done to earn the fate he had now? These questions swirled around Khalor's head as he ate, and drowned out everything around him. Even Marcurio, who was trying to talk to him directly, could barely get through...

"Khalor, are you listening? Hello, Nirn to Khalor! Damn it, elf, snap out of it." Marc gave him a nudge on the shoulder. "Are you in there?"

"Oy, don't hit me. What's the matter?" said Khalor.

"We need to come up with a plan," said Marcurio. "We can't just charge into those towers, swords and magic blazin'. Neither of us are very well equipped, and that is going to be a tough nut to crack."

Khalor looked down at his leathers. Every piece seemed to be worn and frayed. It had been through a lot, and it was a wonder that it still held together. Evidently, he was somewhat of an expert leatherman. "That's all well and good but we don't have the supplies or the coin for anything better."

"I know. We may have to look into some work, while were here in Whiterun. Feel up for a bounty, or trying to get some work from the Companions?" asked Marcurio?

"I saw a bounty poster over by the bar. I'll asked the bar maiden about it in the morning. For now, I'm heading off to sleep."

Sleep did not come easy, though. His thoughts were dwelling on Mistwatch, as he drifted off to sleep. He'd spent much of the last day searching the deepest reaches of his mind for anything he could remember about the place, but came blank. Just like he always did. The memories he was reaching for finally did emerge in his dreams, though. Random images of tall towers, and blank faces flitted in and out of his mind while he slumbered, clearing up slightly as the night wore on. Memories of sitting around a table, feasting and drinking all night, and something else... a face he recalled from a prior dream. The face of a woman. Strong and beautiful, she had long brown hair, blue eyes, and a lightly colored war paint design across her face.

She reached across the table and grabbed his hand. Where are we going? asked Khalor, Her glowing gaze burned into his very being. To my bed chamber of course, my love. Before you drink too much of that mead... They got up from the table and walked up through the towers, up to the highest room. The door close behind them with a snap, and Khalor awoke from his dream with a start.




He laid in bed, fuming for a several seconds before he realized that the door to his room actually had closed. Someone is in here with me, thought Khalor. He slid his dagger out from under his pillow and waited with bated breath. Suddenly, the whole room was illuminated by a floating ball of the purest light. "Kahlor, wake up," said Marcurio. "We need to get out of here!"

"I'm up, I'm up. What's the matter?" asked Khalor.

"I think that woman ratted us out. I went out for a walk and overheard a couple of guards conversing about us. She must have came to Whiterun in the night, and told the guards about our encounter."

Khalor was up and ready in mere seconds. "Let's go. I was pardoned in Riften and presumed dead in Falkreath, but I doubt that matters, especially since they know I came from Mistwatch." They bolted down the stairs, and out the side door into the darkness. Guards were swirling about every which way, trying to corner them inside the tavern.

Marcurio reached into his bag and handed Khalor a potion. "Drink this, it will render you invisible."

"What about you?" said Khalor. "They'll know you're with me, now."

"I have a spell for that. Drink quickly."

As the two faded out of visibility, they began working their way down the outer wall, towards the main gate. As, expected though, the guards had cordoned off the exit. Thinking quickly, Marc grabbed Khalor's hand and pulled him through a nook to to a small storage cubby, just off the main gate. He motioned to go up and over, so one by one, they jumped up on a barrel and leaped over the wall, down onto the slopes outside the city.
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Hoo boy! Here we go again - great update!
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Awesome! ingenuity rules!
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Oh man, good one Kane!! They need to get that cleared up asap! Dratted woman, though one can hardly blame her!

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There's just one thing to do Kane. You gotta go take over Fort Graymoor, then hunt down that frightened woman and lock her up in the dungeon there for a few months. That way she can see the difference between you and the Mist Watch crew!
Edited by neildarkstar, Sep 22 2016, 08:08 PM.
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Oh, Khalors going towards the light side, not back to the dark!!
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Entry #21

They made camp just outside of Riverwood. Marc wanted to rent a room at the Sleeping Giant, but Khalor refused. "The man I escaped Helgen with is in this town, and I don't want to get caught up in that mess again. We can stop by the traders in the morning, but we're not hanging around for long." Marcurio agreed with a small nod, and they went to sleep for what was left of the night. It was almost midday when they emerged from their slumber, and packed up. Khalor headed for the smithy, while Marc visited the general goods store. Later on, they met back up outside of the village. "Anything good?" asked Khalor.

"Nothing worthwhile. I mostly sold potions for gold. What about you?"
"I learned a few new tricks on smithing from Alvor, and improved the fit of my leathers. But, I could still use a lot more training," said Khalor. "I think we should head back to Riften. It's the only place where we can put up lodgings without worry, while we make up a plan on how to tackle Mistwatch."
"Agreed. It's long walk, though. Are you up for it?"
"Not like we have any other options," said Khalor.

It was an uneventful journey through the Rift, and a few days later brought about their arrival in Riften. A peaceful day under a sunny, blue sky showed the marketplace, bustling like always, with the various vendors all trying to talk over one another. Marcurio made his way to the inn, and Khalor found a quiet place to sit and relax. It occurred to him after a few minutes that he felt....content. Riften was home, he reckoned. Then he began to wonder... Is Mistwatch worth the trouble? He now knew where he came from and what he was. Did he really need more than that? His journey's with Marc had been highly enjoyable, even with all the trouble they had gone through, and it felt good to help people along the way.



The sun began to set, so Khalor made his way to the inn. It was refreshing to enjoy himself with the other patrons, and not have a care for what went on around him. The two friends both enjoyed a bit too much mead, and much merriment ensued in the Bee and Barb that night. Khalor eventually stumbled up to bed and passed out from all the alcohol consumed. As he slept, the dreams began again. They started just the same way they had many nights ago with random, broken memories flitting in and out. But, before long, they took a stark turn in a different direction.

An otherworldly, yet distinctly feminine voice echoed into his mind, with a very ethereal tone. "You have come a long way since the events leading up to Helgen, Khalor. And you have persevered in ways I had not thought possible, but you still have darkness to cast out from your soul. The Elder Scroll you now carry helps to blot out that darkness, which is why I have chosen to commune with you. You are right to question whether or not the scourge of Mistwatch is worth dealing with....you know now who you were, and what you have become. Ask yourself this; is it worth throwing away all that you have achieved by seeking vengeance on that scum? For that path will only lead you back into the darkness that you have since emerged from. Follow your heart, Khalor, and do what you feel is right. Bear in mind, though, that I will always be watching from beyond the Twilight.

The voice faded out, along with his dreams, and Khalor slept more soundly than he had in ages.
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very nice... always having to watch one's back is tiring.
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Ooooo - Azura's considering being his protector! Great read, Kane!
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Entry #22

Over breakfast, Khalor informed Marc of what he had been considering yesterday. "But, what of the scroll and recovering your memories? We went through hell to get that thing," said Marcurio.

"That we did, and I still intend to return the lexicon to Septimus, too. After that, well, I don't know. But, I really do feel that the past is best left forgotten."

Marc sighed, "If that's what you wish. What brought on this change, if I may ask?"
"Mostly just being back in Riften, Marc. It's home and I feel content here, which made me think more about what we were considering. Would I even have found what we were looking for at Mistwatch? Or would it just have been an act of vengeance. Things have turned around for me so much, since I arrived here and it occurred to me that I'm content, with the way things are. Also, it helps when Azura pops into your dreams and confirms just that."

Marc spit out his water, "What?! Azura spoke to you in a dream?! You should probably START with that next time, you bloody elf!"
Khalor grinned, "Now where's the fun in that? So, I take it your on board?"
"It's your life, friend. If it's the path you choose to follow, I'll respect that decision. But, where do you plan on going with this next? A visit to the Lady's shrine isn't a bad idea, you know."

"True, but all in good time." Khalor explained to Marc the reason she had chosen to visit him last night. "I'm on the right track, but I still have more to do with clearing my name. And my conscience." Knowing what came next, Khalor paused for a moment. "We have to go our separate ways for a while."

"I knew you were going to say that," said Marcurio. "Might I ask why, though?"
"I leave for Falkreath, tomorrow morning. I intend to pay my penance, for what I did in that city, and I don't want you caught up in it with me.
"How, though?" asked Marcurio. "Do they not believe you to be dead? I thought Laila wrapped that up for you?"
"I'll speak to her about it once I head out for the day. I think she'll understand. Afterwards, If your up for it, a journey into the Ratway is in order."

"Come again? The Ratway? Why in divines name do you want to go down there?" asked Marcurio. "It's nothing but a cesspool of muck and thievery."
"I'm looking for this rumored 'face sculptor'. Way I see it, if she can change your appearance, she can remove a simple tattoo," said Kahlor, with a wink.
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Entry #23

Khalor's conversation with Laila, wasn't pleasant, but she did understand. She drafted a letter and gave it to a courier bound for Falkreath, and instructed Khalor to wait a few days before heading out. He would be met in Falkreath by a Riften guard, to ease Falkreath's citizens and the Jarl on his arrival. Laila wished him luck, and dismissed him curtly. No doubt this would make her look bad in Sidgeir's eyes, but Khalor felt that the worm of a Jarl didn't have enough pull for it to matter anyway.

Heading back to the inn, Khalor found Marc ready and waiting. The Ratway was their next stop, as soon as they could find the entrance. They approached Maul, the large fellow Khalor met upon his first arrival, many weeks ago, and asked him here the entrance was. He was hesitant, at first, but waving a sack of gold in ones face can change their mind right quick. So, they headed down to the lower walkway, and through the southern door...

"Ratway, schmatway," said Khalor. "I don't get it, why is everyone afraid of this place? We just strode through that like it was nothing."
"Most people that come down here, aren't seasoned mages/adventurers," Marc answered. "They're usually folks who don't know any better, and end up getting mugged by the lowlifes. Now, before we head in to the Flagon, let's get out story straight."
"We don't need a story, Marc. I'm here for the sculptor, I don't give a skeever's ass about the Thieves Guild."
"We still have to get past that bouncer," said Marcurio. "And charging past isn't going to work, especially since we don't know where the sculptor is in there."

Khalor nodded in agreement, and they decided on a plan of action. They approached the man at the entrance and went for the honesty approach. His name was Dirge, and luckily, he heard them out, pointing to where she sat. Khalor was not expecting to find an Altmer woman down in this sewer, but he asked her about the tattoo anyway.

One thousand Septims and a some considerable pain later, Khalor's only tie to Mistwatch was finally severed.
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Oh, VERY nicely done! And I think neither Siddy nor Laila worth worrying about.... personally.
Edited by Serethil, Sep 23 2016, 02:45 PM.
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Thanks! Slow day at work today, so I basically caught the story up to where I got to in game last night. I've never been arrested in Falkreath before, so this will be fun. :)
Edited by Kane, Sep 23 2016, 03:09 PM.
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Well done Kane, this is most engaging....def want more please :)

Now...listen...this drives me nuts....and it happens a lot. I opened this thread...saw the bit about leaving Blackreach and wrote a nice full paragraph. Then I post it and Lo and Behold....the damn thread jumps to this extra last page....so my paragraph is now instantly out of date....I deleted it.
I have to keep remembering that opening the threads takes you to last piece you read....rather than the current last page....infuriating.

Anyhow....great Khalor update :)
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