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A Life, Forgotten; The Tale of an Amnesic Bosmer, in Skyrim
Topic Started: Jun 27 2016, 02:03 PM (393 Views)
Serethil
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That was great, Kane! Yep, baths....
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Nice update Kane, I like! :D

It's weird when they start poking at you, isn't it? :P
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Nov 3 2016, 12:21 PM
I like this level of detail in the telling...close to how I approach it too, scribed in third person.

I presume here that you are playing on screen as your story unfolds...yes?

Good luck to Khalor...watch it in brittleshin eh!

Yeas, I've gotten back to playing out his story. :)
Andra Hawksdaughter
Nov 3 2016, 06:28 PM
Nice update Kane, I like! :D

It's weird when they start poking at you, isn't it? :P

Weird indeed. I had plans of loading up my non-RP character before he nudged his way in!
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Entry #29

The swim across the lake was uneventful, and Khalor soon stood at the mouth of a Brittleshin Pass. It was a cave that stretched through the mountain and out on to the grassy plains of Whiterun. He ventured inside dispatching the odd, creaky skeletons that were guarding the place, as he made his way deeper in. As Khalor crept down a flight of stairs and darted around the bend, he spotted a robed figure across the room, atop a small set of stairs. The undead throughout the cave indicated that this was a Necromancer of sort, and that Khalor would likely encounter more of the walking dead throughout the caves.

Deciding that a sneak attack was his best option, he nocked an arrow to his bow, and let it fly. It's release was swift and true, burying itself just below the mage's neck, dropping him to the floor. The remaining skeletons in the room quickly turned in Khalor's direction, but his sword made short work of them. He gathered up what valuable items that interested him and continued on. In an antechamber just off of the altar room, a large, unlocked chest awaited him, tucked away in a small nook. He opened it up, and found a strange, white, pockmarked orb sitting on top of everything else. Khalor reached for it, intending to toss it off to the side, but the moment his fingers clasped around it, a booming voice echoed through the chamber.

"A NEW HAND TOUCHES THE BEACON." Khalor, dropped the orb in surprise and stumbled back onto the seat of his pants. The voice continued on, "LISTEN. HEAR ME AND OBEY. A FOUL DARKNESS HAS SEEPED INTO MY TEMPLE. A DARKNESS THAT YOU WILL DESTROY. RETURN MY BEACON TO MOUNT KILKREATH. AND I WILL MAKE YOU THE INSTRUMENT OF MY CLEANSING LIGHT."

And then....stillness. Khalor sat on the floor staring mystified at the chest. "Shit. What have I gotten myself into now...." He rose back up to his feet and glanced inside the chest, but the orb was gone. "Huh. I wonder where it went," he said aloud. It definitely wasn't there anymore, as he dug through the contents of the chest, gathering up the gold and few gems. As he began to stow the valuables in his pack, he felt something out of place. The beacon. It had gotten in his pack on it's own somehow. He pulled it out, shoved it in the chest and quickly shut the lid with a snap. Khalor backed up a few paces and checked his pack, only to find the beacon there once again. Great. Just...great, thought Khalor.

Nothing Khalor did would make it go away. He lobbed it down a flight of stairs, tried to burn it with a spell, even locking it in one of the cages back in the altar room. Each time, it ended up back in his pack within seconds. Finally, after at least half an hour of fruitless attempts at disposing of the beacon, he gave up and continued through the cave. I'll get to it when I'm ready, thought Khalor. Daft woman can wait a while longer.


Shortly afterwards, the Bosmer exited the cave's northern point of ingress and emerged back out into the midday sun. The vast plains stretched as far as he could see, with a single lonely mountain at it's center. A dirt path beneath his feet ran down towards the main road, and soon Khalor was heading east towards Whiterun at a decent pace. Only the occasional wolf or two served any kind of threat, which allowed him to quickly come into sight of the city. It rose up a small mountain, with several structures rising ever higher towards a large palace that dominated the northeastern skyline. Khalor briefly stared in awe at it's sheer height, before continuing on towards the stables.

A carriage and it's driver sat ready to go, wherever Khalor paid him to. "I can take you to any of the hold capitals." Khalor handed him twenty gold pieces and they were soon underway, bound for Riften.
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Love it, Kane! Oh, that stupid beacon....
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Poor Khalor, Meridia has her hook into him!!

Run awayyyyyy. :lmao:

Fun update!!
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I recall the first time a character of mine found that. I wondered what a golf ball was doing in the game. Never did find the clubs to go with it.

(There's probably a mod for that.)
Edited by ghastley, Nov 8 2016, 10:22 AM.
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Nov 8 2016, 10:21 AM
I recall the first time a character of mine found that. I wondered what a golf ball was doing in the game. Never did find the clubs to go with it.

(There's probably a mod for that.)
*snerk*
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There should be. Tee it up with a Daedric Club of Banishment and drive that sucker back into the void. I'd donate for that mod.
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Nov 8 2016, 10:40 AM
There should be. Tee it up with a Daedric Club of Banishment and drive that sucker back into the void. I'd donate for that mod.
So would I - especially if you could take Meridia's head off as it flew by. Yeah, she's one of the less objectionable daedric princes, but I REALLY hate her attitude.
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I'd really like to see 'The Choice is Yours' ported for SSE!
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I'm not sure kryptopyr is even modding or around any more.
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PSA: I merged the two story threads into this one, and renamed it aptly.

Entry#30


It felt good to be back on the road with Marcurio. The two friends had no plan on what they wanted to do next, but they found that that suited them quite well, for the time being. All of Skyrim was open to them, and for now Khalor just wanted to see it all without worry. They stopped at Shor’s Stone for the night and were sitting around the campfire with the others when Khalor made up his mind. He turned to Marc, “What do you think about Solitude?”

“I think its large city, way up North,” Marc replied, sarcastically. “Why do you ask?”

“Oh, don’t be a wise ass. I’d very much like to see it, and as we’ve got nothing else going on, I say we might as well head up there.”

“That’s all well and good, but what prompted your desire to see it?”

“While I was serving my sentence in Falkreath, the guards gave me a book to read to pass the time. ‘Skyrim’s Rule’ it was called, and it told of the politics and hierarchy of Skyrim. Normally, I probably wouldn’t trouble myself with these kinds of things, but I find myself wanting to visit the Capital and see its grand palace.”

“I supposed it’s better than wandering aimlessly. Just don’t expect to meet the High King.”

“....How come?” asked Khalor. Marc stared him, mouth agape. “Because he’s dead. Dammit, elf, did you really not know that? It’s the whole reason that this pointless war is tearing Skyrim asunder!”

“Hm, I guess I never asked about it. That Ralof bloke tried to recruit me to the Stormcloaks after Helgen, and I’ve avoided him ever since. I never bothered to learn the details of the war, and it’s not like remembered that from before.”

“Aye, you’re right, I suppose. We can talk about it once were on the road again. I’m off to bed now. See you on the morrow, Khalor.”

He headed inside, leaving Khalor to tend the flames with the other miners. They were a cheery lot, and still quite grateful that they cleared the mine out for them all those days ago. They’d apparently struck some new veins, and the guards had taken measures to keep an infestation like that from happening again. Even Filnjar came down to shoot the breeze with them, which was a rarity according to the others. It was a merry night of drinking and they were awake late into the night, before Khalor had that one drink too many. The others chuckled as he fell backward onto the grass and began snoring away.



Dawn broke over the Rift with a brilliant orange light filling the sky, as it shone down upon Shor’s Stone and a Bosmer, laying under a blanket of furs. Khalor started to stir and groggily opened his eyes. “Gods, I need to learn my limits,” said Khalor, as the drums pounded away inside his head. “Oh, your awake now, are you?” said a voice from nearby. He propped himself up and looked around. Marc was roasting some venison over the flames, with a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Feeling hungry? C’mon let’s eat, before we hit the road.

Khalor roused himself and stumbled over to the seat next to Marcurio. “Why in blazes did they leave me out here? I’m lucky a bear didn’t drag me off into the night.”

Marc chuckled, “You weren’t the only one who was inebriated last night, friend. The others were toasted, too, and couldn’t get you to budge from your new bed on the ground.”

“Oh well,” said Kahlor. “S’pose it’s my own damn fault anyway. Is that meat done cooking?”

“Sure is, go ahead and eat. I had my fill already, so I’ll get our gear together in the meantime. Stop over and see Sylgja, too, before we head out. She mentioned something about doing her a favor.”

Not much later, the duo was back on the road, with a satchel full of notes for Sylgja’s family in Darkwater Crossing. They continued south on the road until they hit the fork at the foot of Eastmarch. They turned westward towards Whiterun. “Darkwater is just off the road, about half a day’s walk,” said Marc. “We might stop there for the day, depending on how long it actually takes us.” Khalor nodded, eager to get underway. As the two friends journeyed, Marcurio gave him a proper explanation of the civil war that Skyrim was up to its neck in, and what started it all. He was telling Khalor of the ‘duel’ in the Blue Palace, when the elf stopped dead in his tracks.

“What is it, Khalor? You look like you’ve seen a ghost....” Khalor said nothing at first, but continued to stare down the cliff side at the stone towers rising up from it’s base. He eventually broke the silence, “That’s Mistwatch. I know it is.”

“That it is,” sighed Marc. Khalor said nothing, but Marcurio could practically hear his friend’s brain churning. “You don’t want to go in there, don't you?” said Marc. Khalor nodded. “I do. But, not in the way your thinking. Let’s head down there, I’ll explain on the way.”
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Wow. I'd totally forgotten they'd be passing Mistwatch! Oy, I have a bad feeling about this....
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Kane,
I really enjoyed this, but even more because its me.....or to be more accurate we have a very very similar written style. Nicely detailed with descriptions throughout and you write about Khalor, not as Khalor. I bet if you changed 'Khalor' for 'Adella'....style wise an unsuspecting reader wouldn't know we had swapped places.

To me it is so much nicer to read what actually happened and how it felt than just saying 'We spent the night at Shors Stone and in the morning decided to walk to Solitude then saw Mistwatch in the distance'

It takes time and a vivid minds eye to flesh out a tale in Khalor's novella length....so well done Kane, on an engaging level of depth.

I shall be following along with the guy eagerly.

Edit...
One day
And this is an experiment not a promise.
I am going to see if it is actually possible
For the Contessa
To write...in her own style and phrase
But I am not sure if I am capable of the mental gymnastics required
Gotta give her a go though eh!
Edited by Rick, Nov 11 2016, 09:39 AM.
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Nov 11 2016, 09:34 AM
Kane,
I really enjoyed this, but even more because its me.....or to be more accurate we have a very very similar written style. Nicely detailed with descriptions throughout and you write about Khalor, not as Khalor. I bet if you changed 'Khalor' for 'Adella'....style wise an unsuspecting reader wouldn't know we had swapped places.

To me it is so much nicer to read what actually happened and how it felt than just saying 'We spent the night at Shors Stone and in the morning decided to walk to Solitude then saw Mistwatch in the distance'

It takes time and a vivid minds eye to flesh out a tale in Khalor's novella length....so well done Kane, on an engaging level of depth.

I shall be following along with the guy eagerly.

Edit...
One day
And this is an experiment not a promise.
I am going to see if it is actually possible
For the Contessa
To write...in her own style and phrase
But I am not sure if I am capable of the mental gymnastics required
Gotta give her a go though eh!
Thanks, Sir Rick! Most of my stories will end up written this way methinks. Except for when I take another crack at Kane's story. That one will be first person, since it's my avatar (sort of).
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LOL, loved this Kane!! Can't wait to see what he's planning!
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Very nice update!
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Entry #31

They crept slowly down the dirt path towards the Keep’s exterior gate. Several bandits patrolled the courtyard, and a stealthy ingress of the towers did not seem possible without first removing this guard group. Khalor and Marc’s coordinated surprise attack of bow and magic quickly confused and overwhelmed the outmatched patrol, and they soon lay dead throughout the courtyard. After dragging the bodies out of sight, the two friends readied for the real challenge. As Marc unsheathed his dagger, Khalor stayed his hand, “I need you to wait out here on this one, friend.”

“Are you mad? What, you plan on waging a one elf war against all these brutes?”
“No, I plan on slipping through, undetected, actually,” said Khalor. “If I play this right, I won’t have to fight a single one of them. This isn’t a revenge mission, Marc. I just need information.”

Marcurio sighed, “You’re the most infuriating elf I’ve ever met. I can’t in good conscious let you embark on such a fool’s errand, even if you do have the means to infiltrate this place. One false step could lead to hordes of bandits closing in on you.”

“Well, if that would happen, I’d still have one last ditch hope.... Some of them may yet recognize me.” With that, Khalor spun around and headed in through the door, leaving a trouble Marc to anxiously wait outside.



The lowest level of the keep arraignment was dark and damp, but there didn’t seem to be any denizens watching the front door. Creeping forward towards the next chamber, even Khalor’s light footfalls echoed through the hall. He cursed under his breath, and readied his muffle spell, but not before a voice rang out from a side room. "Hey, who's there? You - over here, quick. Before any of them show up!" Khalor sighed, and entered the dimly lit room.

“Who are you?” asked Khalor.

“Christer. Stendarr's mercy - you aren't one of them. Please, you've got to help me!"

“With what? What are you even doing in here? This place is crawling with bandits, and is not the place for a farmer.

"It's my wife, Fjola! I think she's being held in this tower. Let me explain. Fjola, my wife, left the farm on errands and never came back. It's been months, and I've been searching for her since. I heard a rumor that these bandits were ransoming captives, so I thought she may be here. I managed to sneak past the guards and get this far, but... I don't think I can go on. I'm no warrior! Please, can you look for her?"

Khalor paused, and mulled over the request. This wasn’t what he was here for, and it added another layer of danger to his endeavor. But, his subconscious played at his thoughts, and made him wonder if he could be responsible for this in some way. Nearly a minute had passed before Khalor responded. “Very well, I’ll look for her on my way up. Just stay here, or head outside and join my friend.”

"Thank you! I don't have much, but I can give you some coin for the trouble. One of the guards dropped this key while I hid. I wager it will come in handy for you. Please hurry!"

The Bosmer pocketed the key, nodded in assent and began his infiltration once again. This time, though, with a muffle spell cast on himself. Only two bandits were patrolling the upper floor, and Khalor bypassed them with ease, heading up through a trap door to an outside balcony. The sun was setting as he emerged out into the cool, crisp evening. A good view of the land below him offered a bit of solace, as he could plainly see Marc pacing back and forth in the courtyard. Wanting to ease his friends mind, Khalor retrieved a piece of charcoal and a small slip of parchment from his waist pouch. On it he scrawled a quick note, before wrapping it tightly around an arrow shaft and binding it with a bit of rope. He fired the arrow into the earth near Marcurio and headed into the western tower.

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Back down in the courtyard, Marc started with a fright as the arrow zoomed into the ground near his feet. He spotted the parchment bound to it, and yanked it from the dirt, unraveling the short message.

Marc,
Made it through the first tower. Not many bandit’s yet. Found a poor sod looking for his wife, and agreed to help him. I’ll keep sending these notes as I work my way to the top.
Kahlor


“Well, that was kind of him,” Marc said aloud. “He’s still a git, but at least he’s somewhat considerate.”
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