2nd of Morning Star, 3E 434
Olav's Tap and Tack, Bruma

After I unloaded my latest haul of loot, I settled down for a quick dinner with only an hour to go before sunrise. It had been a good night and I was ready for a long day of sleep. By now, I was so accustomed to being at the final stage of vampirism that I no longer thought it abnormal to spend my days sleeping, and anyone who was too put off by my appearance to speak to me took little more than a snap of my fingers and a small expenditure of magicka, and then they would suddenly be much more eager to chat. I would rather be left alone anyway.

That was when Methredhel came up to my table with news I had been waiting to hear. The guildmaster everyone called the Gray Fox was so impressed by my feats of thievery that he wanted me to work for him personally. It was about damn time, but with so little of the night left, I got the address at which to meet him and dismissed the Bosmer.

A good, long sleep later, I was awoken by Olav once the sun had set, as I requested. Putting my gear back on, I headed to the meeting place and was ushered inside. No one came to meet me, and if he was really as good a thief as the legends said, I expected him to still be hidden. But when I looked around the home and still could not find anyone, I had a feeling he was testing me. This would be easy; one of the first things I learned to enjoy about being a vampire was the ability to see prey no matter how it hid. Focusing my eyes, soon enough, I was greeted with the sight of a blurry outline in the basement below me. I walked downstairs, now looking directly at my host.

With an electric crackle, he appeared in the chair across from me. I should have expected him to use a chameleon effect to hide, but now that I could see him, I was a bit taken aback. I kept a straight face as I looked him over. He wore a suit of armor like none I had ever seen, undoubtedly metallic yet fitting him like a second skin. Even his helmet showed not a single opening, his eyes hidden behind lenses.

As I entered the room, I noticed he had set his sword against the support beam. "You just leave your weapon over here, where anyone who comes in could grab it?" I asked.

"Only a fool trusts his life to a weapon," he replied, his voice muffled by his helmet but sounding no less confident for it.

I had to suppress a grin at that reply. I, too, had spent much time improving my hand-to-hand skills. I was going to enjoy these jobs.



I started playing Oblivion in late 2012, but that was just my first time through. In 2013, I played through it again, planning from the beginning to play a stealthy character who would do the Thieves' Guild / Dark Brotherhood questlines, and who would also be a vampire. Furry that I am, I also wanted to play at least one Khajiit or Argonian. No time like the present, and thus came Grayface, who was a blast to play despite the annoyances that came with vampirism.

Why get a picture drawn of this joke, though? Because I hadn't seen anyone else do it, because I love Metal Gear Solid, and because it was just too funny not to.

Dash did another great job with this one, especially the lighting. Whenever I think about artists who have shown a conscious effort to improve their art, he's one of the first who comes to mind. Nnnot that I haven't liked his art for a long time, of course.

Not pictured are the 100+ vials of potions and poisons Grayface keeps on her person at any given time, among the other stuff in her inexplicably-stored inventory.

Drawn by  dashraptor.
The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion © Bethesda, etc.
Metal Gear Solid © Konami, Hideo Kojima, etc.