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A Life, Forgotten; The Tale of an Amnesic Bosmer, in Skyrim
Topic Started: Jun 27 2016, 02:03 PM (395 Views)
Kane
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Haha, I wondered where that post went.
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Areial
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Beautiful! love the way they are dealing with everything.
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Andra Hawksdaughter
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Great updates Kane! Love the turn of events in his head, and the whole new outlook. :D Though sorry to see Khalor and Marc part ways, even for a short time.
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That was fun! I'm having a bit of a time getting caught up, y'all seem to have done some partying without me while I was gone, but stuff like this makes the catching up enjoyable.
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Kane
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Entry #24

Early the next morning, Khalor and Marcurio went their separate ways. Khalor was met with a bright, sunny day under clear blue skies as he exited the inn. He decided to walk trek to Falkreath, rather than take a carriage, so that he could grab his belongings from the shack he stumbled into just outside of Ivarstead. It was a long time since he was last there, so hopefully nothing was missing.

He grabbed a bounty on the way out for a nearby Spriggan den, and decided the extra gold couldn't hurt. Checking his map, Khalor found that Autumnshade Clearing was on the northern side of the lake, so that's where he headed. It wasn't a long journey and he soon made short work of the mysterious creature and the animals it had enthralled. Avoiding a large ruined fort, he made his way back down to the shore line of the river, and continued on his westward trek.

As dusk approached, he spotted another ruined fort, but this time there was smoke from a campfire of sorts, on the nearby shore. Khalor approached the campsite to find 3 men sitting around it.

One of the men saw him approach, and stood up to greet him, "Are you here to help?"
"That depends. What are you doing out here?" asked Khalor.
"Waiting for reinforcements! I was expecting more though, you'd better be good."
"Why should I help you, though?"

The man sighed and told him why they were out here, "We left to help with the war and these filth bags swooped in and seized the place. My family is in there. I suspect Brurid planned this, there's been bad blood between us since the king's death. But to invade my home, kidnap my family..."

"What about a reward?"
"My family is everything to me. Clear the fort and on top of the posted reward you can have whatever items you'd like."
"That's all well and good, but do you have a plan? Other than letting me go in there and do all the dirty work?" said Khalor.
"The front gate is locked so you'll need to use the mine entrance behind us. Open the front gate and we'll try and give you some support. I wish we could offer more help, but our last attack went sour and we're all that is left. Good luck."

Khalor rested for a moment, before heading inside. I have a bad feeling about this, he thought. I wish Marc was here... He emerged into the depths of the fort into a small storeroom. He could hear voices at the top of a the nearby stairs. Peering around the corner, he spotted three bandits milling about. They were standing directly underneath an oil lamp. Khalor grinned, readied his bow, and loosed an arrow into it and watched as they ensuing ball of fire engulfed the bandits, quickly dispatching them.

A fourth bandit dashed out of a nearby room, and Khalor met him with his sword at the ready, making short work of him. He checked the nearby containers for anything of worth before moving down the next hallway. Ascending another flight of stairs, he spotted a bandit working over a forge...with his back to Khalor. A swift arrow ended the threat, and Khalor continued on. The next room has three corpses pile up in it. I wonder if this is Stalleo's family? I hope not, for his sake, thought Khalor.

Khalor went through the adjacent door and into the heart of Treva's Watch. Two more nearby bandits met a swift end, before he continued on into a hallway. Space was tight here, so he swung his bow onto his back, and readied his sword and shield. Khalor crept forward at a slow pace, and glanced into the first bedroom he found. Two more bandits where in there, and stealth was not an option in the narrow corridor, so he charged in and engaged the two of them head on.

This, as it turns out, was a big mistake. Four other bandits in a nearby chamber heard the ruckus, and Khalor had only felled one by the time they arrived. He spun around to engage them, but it wasn't long before everything went dark.

R.I.P. Khalor

:'(
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Well, damn. I wanted to know how the rest of his life as a not-MW bandit went!
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:ohno: I hate that Fort.. and I hate that Khalor died in it... R.I.P.

That was a very engaging story, about a very engaging character!
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Kane
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Me too. That was one of the few times I took the drivers seat, instead of Khalor steering. I thought Detect Life would be handy to have, and I was in the area, so...

*frustrated*
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Good story, rough ending.
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Buh Bye to a really good character and story. :(
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Kane
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Description says it all. I reloaded, and I don't care who knows it, lol. I was having fun adventuring with Khalor and Marcurio, so I'll be alternating between Khalor's Story and Evelyn's Tale.



Entry #25

Heed this vision, young elf.

Khalor awoke with a start and immediately checked to see where he was. The cacophony he heard coming from somewhere below eased his mind and he realized he was still in bed at The Bee and Barb. He lowered his head back down onto his pillow and stared at the ceiling. That had been such a vivid dream. Unlike anything else he had experienced before, and he started to wonder if it even was a dream at all. Then it hit him....the voice he heard just before he woke. Azura, thought Khalor. I really need to pay her shrine a visit. Turning back over, he dozed off again, with a much more relaxed feeling.

Early the next morning, Khalor and Marcurio went their separate ways. Khalor was met with a bright, sunny day under clear blue skies as he exited the inn. He decided to walk trek to Falkreath, rather than take a carriage, so that he could grab his belongings from the shack he stumbled into just outside of Ivarstead. It was a long time since he was last there, so hopefully nothing was missing. This time, though, he ignored the bounty poster he saw, and headed out the southern gate, intent on following the main road to Ivarstead.

Along the way, Khalor gathered a lot of plants and insects. Seeing the usefulness of Marc's potions, he'd decided to start learning the craft himself. Once he got out of jail, that is.

He arrived in Ivarstead just as the sun began to set. I couldn't have timed that any more perfectly , thought Khalor. The Vilemyr Inn was open, and that suited Khalor just fine. He could grab a bite to eat and maybe a few ale's too, before heading off to bed. It was fairly quiet in the inn, except for the bard performing by the fire. She was an exceptionally good looking bard, too, and Khalor couldn't help but stare. A couple hours later, he decided it'd be wise to rent a room while he still could count his coins out. Then he turned back towards the fire...and the bard.

Deciding it was time to enjoy life a little more, he went up and introduced himself to her. Her name was Lynly Star-Sung and he offered to buy her a drink, which she graciously accepted. The two hit it off and talked well into the night, pouring many drinks along the way. And when it came time for bed, Lynly agreed with Khalor that it would be a good idea to head into his room together.

If only there was a door to his room....Oh well.
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I LOVE IT! I wasn't done with his story either - so there! Glad you reloaded....
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:clap: yeah...he's baaaack!!
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Whoo hoo, YES!! Thank you Kane!!
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The dark gods of DiD have forsaken you and black with anger are their countenance!

Buuuut...for us its tea and cake...yea :clap:
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Kane
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Honestly, I think I'm going to reserve DiD play for the competitions. Especially once I start playing modded Skyrim.


Especially once I begin my magnum opus.
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Kane, that is exactly what I do.. competition only is DiD... It makes for a nice change. Sometimes, Like Akemmi, if the character make's it through the competition I will still play them... She still had a story to tell.
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Entry #26

The sun rose over Ivarstead for everyone but Khalor, who was still sound asleep in his rented bed. Once he finally woke up, he noticed that Lynly was gone, and gathered his things up to head out. She wasn't around the bar, and Wilhelm hadn't seen her yet, either. Shaking his head, Khalor headed out into the morning. A short hike later found him back in the shack he thought would be home. The ingredients he had left in the nightstand were all still there, and he decided to mix some potions for the road, before he continued on. The journey to Falkreath was uneventful and he met up with the Riften Guard just outside the walls. "You ready, elf?"

"Aye, I'm ready. Where is the Falkreath jail?" asked Khalor.
"It's in the guard barracks, but we'll have to go see the Jarl first. Slimy git."
Khalor laughed, "I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks that!"
"He has a reputation. Now, come on."

They headed into Jarl's Longhouse so that Khalor could turn himself in. Helvard kept a close watch in him as he communed with Siddgeir and soon Khalor was being escorted to the barracks, to serve his sentence. Before he left the longhouse, Siddgeir hailed him down, "When you get released, come and see me again. I have work for you to do, too." Khalor nodded, and exited with Helvard.

The jail was dark and dank, with only a small hay pile to sleep on. Khalor would be here for seven days, so settled down and got as comfortable as he could. The guards made occasional conversation with him, remarking that he didn't seem to be the bad person he was made out to be, but he could tell they were still salty about their comrade being slain by him. "Finish your sentence and help the Jarl. Maybe then, we'll be more cordial with you, elf."

"Fair enough," said Khalor. "How many more days do I have left?"
"Just two."


Two days later, Khalor walked out of the barracks a free man. Now he just had Whiterun to worry about, if anything even came from it. Feeling hungry, he stopped by the inn for a proper meal, before heading to see the Jarl. It seems that everyone had either forgotten or forgiven him, because no one in town made mention of him. Finding that odd, Khalor made his way to the longhouse. Siddgeir was waiting for him, "there's a group of bandits in my Hold that I... may have had a few discreet dealings with. The cut they were giving me was good at first, but now it's time to clean things up. Go and take care of it."

"I'll take care of it, sir."
"Good. Begone, then."

Khalor bowed, and headed back out into Falkreath.
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Welcome to dealing with Slimy Siddy. It is kind of strange that now no one is bothered by him there.... of course, he doesn't have the tattoo any more....
Edited by Serethil, Sep 29 2016, 03:09 PM.
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The guards have a case of...forgiven, forgotten. Nice one!
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