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Maeara's Journal: Day 4, Vampire's Repose
9 years ago
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Movarth. I'd never heard the name before these events, but I feel I'll remember what I saw in that beastly creature's lair for years to come. The citizenry that accompanied me to the cave he called home were somewhat less than helpful. In fact, they stacked up outside and waited for ME to scout it out. Of course, I felt obliged to do so. I made Meeko stand guard with them, mostly because I didn't want him plunging head long into a horde of who-knows-what. Again.
The cave itself wasn't exactly difficult to enter; there was no door, no guardian, no nothing. Just an open hole in the earth with some clutter and detritus out front. I guess Vampires aren't keen on cleaning up after themselves. Either way, upon entering I found myself moving to the rim of a downward spiraling construction, staring at a pair of those ghastly spiders once more. I swear, if it isn't the Undead it's Spiders!
Either way, I made short work of them with my bow. They didn't hear me, or see me. Simple, that. What was less simple was the actual guard that waited beyond. A Vampire Thrall, a slave to their will. Dunmer, upon close inspection. He did spot me, but the arrow to the throat stopped him in his tracks before he could raise an alarm. From that point on it became something of a blur for me.
I recall finding more thralls, and several lesser Vampires as well. Arrows, thrown spears, even a firebomb I had found in one of the rooms built into the tunnel network...All I know for certain is that I left nothing standing. Least of all when I found a room they had been using as a charnel house, storing mangled corpses and drained victims for later purposes. Food for the thralls, given the table laden with cutlery and a human skull picked clean nearby.
Movarth himself proved to be surprisingly easy compared to his acolyte, Alva. I caught him in the back with a spear, dipped in spider venom beforehand. He went to his knees, giving me a fair chance to finish him off with a second blow. I made sure to pierce his heart, just to be safe. The arrow to the head afterwards was more to make myself feel better. Alva, meanwhile, held out until the end, retreating deeper into the cavern until I had her cornered.
She used necromancy, raised one of her fallen Thralls to attack me as well, but I caught her by surprise when I doused her in lantern oil and threw a torch at her. Despite her seeming durability, fire truly is the great equalizer.
When all was said and done I left that cave, shaken but victorious. I ordered the locals to pile everything within outside and burn it, to ash. Then scatter the bones in the swamp, just to be safe. The last thing the town needed was some creative Necromancer flouncing along and making things worse.
For my troubles I was paid a handsome sum, 400 septims, and offered a chance at becoming a Thane for the Jarl! Me, a Thane! I could actually hold a position of power in a town, rather than simply turning tricks for bread money or gutting elk in the snow...Granted, Morthal isn't much to look at, but it would be a place to call home if ever I needed it... I think I'll stick around and do my best to help improve the situation here. At least for a brief time.
Now that there aren't any fucking Vampires, how bad can it be?
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Well, THAT was a mess.
Before anyone asks, my game is heavily modded. MOST of the mods are either graphical fixes/updates, sex related (poses, scripts, skeleton extensions for the poses, etc), or lore-friendly gear and quests/world spaces. I have a handful of non-lore friendly ones, just because I like them (some sexier armor, etc), but you'll hear mention of things that may not make sense in the context of Skyrim. Throwing spears, oil and firebombs, etc. These are all part of a Throwing Weapon mod that adds numerous realistic throwing weapons to the game, including spears, torches, bombs/grenades of different types that suit the setting, axes, daggers and the like. So this isn't hyperbole; Maeara burned that bitch down like a bad concert hall.
And for those curious, here's a little picture of Maeara and her stupid fucking Dog who keeps jumping into danger:
http://i.imgur.com/eWAXHvy.png
The cave itself wasn't exactly difficult to enter; there was no door, no guardian, no nothing. Just an open hole in the earth with some clutter and detritus out front. I guess Vampires aren't keen on cleaning up after themselves. Either way, upon entering I found myself moving to the rim of a downward spiraling construction, staring at a pair of those ghastly spiders once more. I swear, if it isn't the Undead it's Spiders!
Either way, I made short work of them with my bow. They didn't hear me, or see me. Simple, that. What was less simple was the actual guard that waited beyond. A Vampire Thrall, a slave to their will. Dunmer, upon close inspection. He did spot me, but the arrow to the throat stopped him in his tracks before he could raise an alarm. From that point on it became something of a blur for me.
I recall finding more thralls, and several lesser Vampires as well. Arrows, thrown spears, even a firebomb I had found in one of the rooms built into the tunnel network...All I know for certain is that I left nothing standing. Least of all when I found a room they had been using as a charnel house, storing mangled corpses and drained victims for later purposes. Food for the thralls, given the table laden with cutlery and a human skull picked clean nearby.
Movarth himself proved to be surprisingly easy compared to his acolyte, Alva. I caught him in the back with a spear, dipped in spider venom beforehand. He went to his knees, giving me a fair chance to finish him off with a second blow. I made sure to pierce his heart, just to be safe. The arrow to the head afterwards was more to make myself feel better. Alva, meanwhile, held out until the end, retreating deeper into the cavern until I had her cornered.
She used necromancy, raised one of her fallen Thralls to attack me as well, but I caught her by surprise when I doused her in lantern oil and threw a torch at her. Despite her seeming durability, fire truly is the great equalizer.
When all was said and done I left that cave, shaken but victorious. I ordered the locals to pile everything within outside and burn it, to ash. Then scatter the bones in the swamp, just to be safe. The last thing the town needed was some creative Necromancer flouncing along and making things worse.
For my troubles I was paid a handsome sum, 400 septims, and offered a chance at becoming a Thane for the Jarl! Me, a Thane! I could actually hold a position of power in a town, rather than simply turning tricks for bread money or gutting elk in the snow...Granted, Morthal isn't much to look at, but it would be a place to call home if ever I needed it... I think I'll stick around and do my best to help improve the situation here. At least for a brief time.
Now that there aren't any fucking Vampires, how bad can it be?
__________________________
Well, THAT was a mess.
Before anyone asks, my game is heavily modded. MOST of the mods are either graphical fixes/updates, sex related (poses, scripts, skeleton extensions for the poses, etc), or lore-friendly gear and quests/world spaces. I have a handful of non-lore friendly ones, just because I like them (some sexier armor, etc), but you'll hear mention of things that may not make sense in the context of Skyrim. Throwing spears, oil and firebombs, etc. These are all part of a Throwing Weapon mod that adds numerous realistic throwing weapons to the game, including spears, torches, bombs/grenades of different types that suit the setting, axes, daggers and the like. So this isn't hyperbole; Maeara burned that bitch down like a bad concert hall.
And for those curious, here's a little picture of Maeara and her stupid fucking Dog who keeps jumping into danger:
http://i.imgur.com/eWAXHvy.png
Or any PC, really. I just converted an old iPhone into an iPod, so I wanted to pull my music off my PC and had to spin it up. Over 500 days since I'd last updated anything on it.