The Battle For Kvatch

Blood and sweat dripped down my body as I faced down yet another scamp. I slashed at its face as it lunged forward, creating another hole in its head. 

Once I had returned with the Sigil Key, I approached the guards and Captain Matius. They couldn’t believe that I had survived the gate and had managed to return one of their men to them. I told them that we shouldn’t waste any more time and that now would be the time to attack since we wouldn’t have to worry about any more Daedra coming through behind us. Scamp-Tmason101.png

We barged through the front gates, weapons ready, when we saw a large group of Daedra waiting for us. I do not know if they could sense that the gate was closed or if they could communicate in any way with one another, but they knew we were coming and they were ready.

As the others rushed past me, swords drawn, I took an arrow from my quiver. I felt far more focused against the Daedra than I had felt the first time I faced one down, which had only been twenty minutes prior to this moment. It felt like it had been a lifetime ago. A scamp rushed forward to attack Matius, its arms and claws outstretched, going in for the kill. My arrow sung as it flew through the air and then it made a sickening sound when it found itself lodged in the scamp’s ear.

With fluidity, we managed to clear out the merchant area of Kvatch rather easily. The entire area had either been lit on fire or crushed in some way making pushing through the rest of the city difficult. The only way we were going to get to the other side was to go through the church, which was where I needed to go.

I led the group to the church doors and pushed them open. Inside we saw several citizens standing around in a daze, bedrolls on the ground, a few bags and barrels of provisions, and a handful of guards. No one looked like they had gotten any sleep. I didn’t see Martin, but then again, I didn’t know what he looked like.

I approached the first guard and asked, “Are these all the survivors?”

She looked at me with a shocked expression. “How did you make it in here?” she said. “The gate at the front of the city made sure no one was getting in or out. We knew for sure we were dead.”

I stretched out my arm and clasped her on the shoulder to reassure her.

“The gate is closed. Myself, and these guards, made sure of that. The courtyard is clear of the Daedra,” I said. “You must get as many of these people out while you still can.”

She shook her head. “No, no! I want to stay and fight. You don’t understand, I have seen so much destruction,” she begged. “Kvatch was… is my home. I will not abandon it.”

I could see her desperation in wanting to stay, I understood that need all too well.

“Fine, but you must find someone willing to bring these people out. There is a camp just a the bottom of the mountain where they can go.”

“I will get one of the other guards to take them,” she said. “Thank you, let me know what I can do to assist you.”

“I do need one thing,” I said. “I am looking for a priest. His name is Martin.”

“Yes, I know him. We would not have gotten this many survivors had it not been for his help,” she said. “He is over there, praying.”

I nodded my thanks to her and headed over to Martin. I needed to get him away from the destruction of Kvatch, I needed to get him to safety.

2434817-0290363397-180px“Martin?” I asked softly as I approached him.

He turned to face me. His face worn, tired, scared, and drained. This man had gone through a lot in the last few days. He had seen things that no person should see. Death and destruction. This was only the beginning.

“And who might you be?”

“My name is Talisa. I was sent here by a monk named Jauffre. I need to take you to Weynon Priory.”

His eyes narrowed as he took in the information.

“I do not know a Jauffre, nor do I have any reason to go to Weynon Priory,” he said. “My place is here with my people.”

He turned back around, not giving in to my urges to get him away from here.

“Martin, if you stay here, you will die.”

“Then I will die with my people!” He shouted angrily.

“I was sent here because you are in danger. You are Uriel’s last remaining heir and I must get you to safety!” I urged, taking a step closer to him.

His eyes widened. “Uriel cannot be my father. My parents were farmers.”

“You are Uriel’s son. That is why the Oblivion gate opened here, they’re looking for you.”

“A whole city burned because I am the Emperor’s son?”

“If you don’t believe me, then stay here and die. But, if even the slightest bit of you believes what I am telling you, then come with me to Weynon Priory,” I begged.

“If what you say is true, then yes, I will go with you,” he said. “But not until these people are safe. You must do that for me.”

“When we have finished off the last of the Daedra and secured Kvatch, then I will return for you.”

I left Martin to speak with Matius. As I walked up to him I noticed that two Imperial guards were grouped up with the others. When they saw me they told me how they had seen fire from the road and had come to help. I told them that any help would be welcomed.

Then we rushed out the doors opposite of the ones we had entered from. We were welcomed by several more groups of Daedra. Beyond the Daedra I could see a stone wall barricade, a moat, and a bridge. Matius had told me that the Count of Kvatch was on that side of the city. In order to get there, we were going to have to fight off many Daedra.

We sliced through group after group of Daedra. There were so many it was easy to understand how the city had been overrun so quickly. I heard one of the survivors mention how Mehrunes Dagon himself had come out otcoc_kvatch_castlef the Oblivion gate and assisted in the destruction of the city, but that can’t be possible.

After we cleared the second courtyard, we tried the gate door that would lead us onto the bridge, but it was locked.

“Captain!,” I shouted. “The gate is locked. Is there another way to get to the castle?”

“Yes, there is a key that leads to the undergrounds of the city,” he said, worry in his eyes. “The guard with that key is in the church. Find him.”

The two Imperial guards made it known that they would come along with me despite my desire to go alone.

“I am quicker on my own,” I told them.

“We understand but there are many Daedra to deal with.”

And so they followed.

I found the guard in the church. Thankfully, he had not been the one to volunteer to escort the survivors to the bottom of the mountain. I explained the situation to him, he responded by handing me the key to the door that led under the city.

“But, I must insist that I go with you,” he said. “Before you protest, I know this city like I know my own face. You will need me.”

An hour before I was traveling on my own. Now, I was stuck with three other soldiers and fighting a foe I had only heard about in story books.

With the key in hand we rushed down the steps to the undercroft of the church, where we were approached by many more Daedra. They had made quick work of Kvatch, making sure that the entire city was overrun before anyone even knew it was being invaded. Thankfully, the Daedra in the undercroft were mostly scamps and not the Daedric Knights. Those suckers knew how to fight.

We fought off Daedra as we made our way through winding underground tunnels. The tunnels had several rooms throughout it that were clearly used for storage of food and goods. Finally, we found a ladder that led us up to the other side of the bridge. The guard promised me that we would be able to reach the gate controls and be able to let the others through. I went first. I drew my dagger from underneath my cloak and placed my bow over my shoulder to make the task of climbing a little easier.

I pushed tXivilai_Ingamehe trap door open slowly to allow my eyes to adjust to the change of light and to make sure no Daedra were going to see us. Peering through the slit I had made, I could see several scamps running around not able to fight because the guards were locked on the other side. I saw several xivilai shooting arrows at the guards. I was about to bring a stop to that destruction. I pushed the door open quickly and jumped out of the whole. I held my dagger out in case I had to close combat. I was able to skirt around without being seen and find the lever that unlocked the gates. I pulled the lever and turned around to see the guards begin rushing the Daedra. They had clearly not expected a rush of guards because they hesitated long enough for us to cut through several Daedra before they realized what had happened. Which made my position a little more dangerous.

I took off running when I saw several clannfear heading my clannfear cut out mediumway. I needed higher ground so I could pick off the Daedra and assist the guards. The ones that had followed me through the under croft rushed the Daedra and started picking them apart. Once I got to high ground I was able to see the many different Daedra that were attacking the guards. There were scamps, clannfear, xivilai, daedroth, flame and frost atronachs. The scene that was displayed before me looked like someone had taken a battle from a horror novel and had brought it to life. This was not supposed to happen in Cyrodiil. It was a quiet and calm nation, why would these creatures be walking on our homeland? What was the end goal of all this destruction and hate?

I would have kept on pondering those questions if a clannfear had not snuck up on me and tried taking a chunk out of my shoulder. I reacted by pulling my dagger back out and slicing across its neck. I watched its eyes as the life, or whatever they have, left its body. I felt no remorse for these creatures. Woodelves grow up having distinct morals and values embedded in them, but since I couldn’t remember what those were, I figured I didn’t care much about what happened to these Daedric creatures.

I spent the remainder of the battle on top of the overpass, picking apart Daedra that were wounded or shooting an arrow into their soft heads. The guards fought valiantly now that they knew it was possible to take back the city they had previously thought was lost to them. Hope could give any man the strength to fight against a nightmarish foe.

After a great deal of time had passed, we had cleared out this last courtyard. The only task left was to clear the castle and find the Count of Kvatch.

I regrouped with Matius and the others before heading through the castle doors. Matius told us that our strength needed to continue to hold strong in order to push through this last battle. And with those words we made our final push through the castle.

I would be lying if I said that the Daedra had given up once we entered the castle proper. There were just as many creatures inside the castle as there had been in all the other areas of the city. There was definitely something within the castle that they wanted. Had they already found it? Didn’t matter, we were going to kill every single last Daedric creature that breathed inside the castle walls.

And so we fought.

The scamps and clannfear were the easiest for me to pick off quickly with my arrows but I found myself face-to-face against xivilai and daedroth. One daedroth approached me from behind while my bow was still out, I had been firing against some limping scamps that Matius had taken on. The daedroth lashed his claws out against my back. A searing images (4)pain rushed through my entire body causing me to yell out. I clearly was not in my right mind or I would say that the daedroth actually chuckled to see me in so much pain. It really shouldn’t have. Something clicked inside my head, something that I can only describe as hours of training. On my knees I grasped at the only weapon I really had within quick reach, my quiver of arrows. I reached over my shoulder for my arrows as I saw the daedroth, from the corner of my eye, reaching out to swipe at me again. It was grinning. As its arm swung at me, I ducked and rolled forward to where I was just underneath the disgusting creature. I was so close that I could smell its putrid breath. I took my arrow and jabbed it up the bottom of the daedroth’s mouth, pushing hard enough to reach its brain. The creature went from full attack against me to taking its last breath. The death of the daedroth was almost immediate. I could feel it as it took its last breath. I got up from my position and walked away, not bothering to collect my arrow.

By the time I had taken care of the daedroth, the others had cleared out the rest of the room. Matius saw me and walked over to me.

“The count is not here,” he said. “I need you to go through the rest of the castle and find him. Either bring him back alive or bring something that proves he has fallen.”

I nodded and headed toward the large hallway at the back of the giant room filled with bodies and tapestries. The two relentless Imperial guards jogged up to me and once again pledged that they would not leave my side until my quest was completed. They were like an annoying stray dog that wouldn’t leave me alone. At least dogs don’t speak.

The Daedra must have been planning on leaving the castle and Kvatch because the rest of the castle was fairly empty. We found the count’s room with only having to fight a few scamps along the way. Unfortunately, the count’s room was overtaken by flames. Peering into the room I could see a body on the ground, it had to be the Count. I wrapped my cloak over my head and body and rushed into the room. The guards were not thrilled that I had ran into a burning room, but I had made a promise to Matius. I checked to see if the Count was breathing but his body was cold despite the fire raging in the room. I saw his count ring on his left finger and took it off. This would have to be my proof that the Count had fallen in the battle for Kvatch. He would be seen as a hero.

I returned to the guards and motioned to them that we could head back. We were running back when I heard sounds coming in from one of the side rooms that we had not checked before going to the Count’s room. I stopped running and walked over to the door, I could hear movement from within the room. I pulled my bow out and shot the first creature I saw inside the room, which just happened to be a scamp. In my rush to The_Battle_for_Castle_Kvatch.pngget to the door, I had forgotten about my temporary companions, which is why I reacted the way I did when I heard a sound coming up from behind me. It was loud enough to have been either a xivilai or a daedroth, either one would take me down quicker than I could them. I drew an arrow back and shot before seeing what was really behind me. I thought that maybe we had left more rooms full of scamps or Daedra, I would never have thought it could’ve been one of the Imperial guards. His body fell to the floor, lifeless, before I could even register what had happened. I had shot a man that had offered his expertise to me when I needed assistance. His body lay on the floor, his friend came rushing forward, the scamps in the other room were forgotten. I got up and ran to the fallen Imperial. I checked for a heart beat only to confirm what I already knew, he was dead. I had shot him square in the heart. A shot that I often made to bring any creature to the floor. The heart is the easiest target when making a quick shot. This time it cost a man his life. One look at the other guard told me that I was going to be in a lot of trouble when we got to the others, lucky for me, the scamps started making more sound.

It was easy to render the last few Daedra incapable of living any longer. The tough part was going back to the others and telling them that their leader was dead. The guard and I pushed the heavy doors open to see that the others had been gathering the dead bodies into a pile outside and lighting them on fire. No time for proper burials.

I turned toward the Imperial guard, waiting to hear what he was going to do with me.

He looked at me and said, “You have someone you need to go speak with. Take care of that for now.”

I nodded and went to find Captain Matius.

I approached Matius, extended my arm, and handed him the Count’s ring. Matius looked worn before I gave him the ring and looked much worse once the realization settled in.

“That’s it then, Kvatch has no leader,” he said.

“The city has you,” I responded.

“No one wants a war hero for a leader,” he replied, and began taking his armor off. “I am done fighting this fight. Here, take this armor, it will serve you better now than it will me. You have fought valiantly and will always be remembered as the Hero of Kvatch, Talisa.”

“Thank you, Matius,” I said, genuinely. “One day I may need you to retell me stories of my time here at Kvatch. It seems that I am missing many of my memories.”

He nodded, his brow furrowed. “I would do anything to assist you, Talisa.”

With that, I left him to mourn the many fallen.

I walked out of the castle doors and was greeted by the Imperial guard.

“I guess this is where you clasp me in irons and haul me off?” I asked, holding my arms out for him to restrict me.

“No, not today. If it were any other person, then yes, but you are the reason so many are alive right now,” he stated. “Hear this, if you ever cross the laws or me in the future, I will not hesitate in cutting you down.”

“Thank you, I think.”

“You are the one who deserves many thanks,” he said. “For now, I will stay and assist in cleaning up the dead. I believe you have something to take care of.”

He was right, I did have something to take care of.

Martin was still in the church, he was tending to some wounds of some of the guards. When he saw me, he stood and came over.

“I guess it is time then? You did as I asked, now I will come with you to Weynon Priory,” he said. “Lead the way.”

Kvatch will never be the same but we proved a formidable enemy to the Daedra. I know this is only the beginning but I know it is the first victory against the world of Oblivion.



Oblivion (cont…)

Just as I had finished notching an arrow, a scamp came around the bend right toward me. I let loose my arrow aimed at his right eye socket. The arrow found purchase just as I saw a man dressed in Kvatch guard armor came into view, being chased by two more scamps. He kept running toward me as I took out the scamps chasing after him. Once their bodies had hit the ground the guard turned toward me and thanked me.

“I never thought I would ever see another friendly face again,” he said. “Everyone else that came in here with me is gone, they drug them off or killed them. Either way, I am alone now.”

He looked around timidly, this place was hell and it had gotten to him.

“Where did they take the men they drug off?” I asked.

He shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck, and pointed up toward one of the three towers. “There.”

I thanked him for the information and told him that the way to get back to Kvatch was behind me and that he should get back to his Captain. He thanked me as he ran off to safety.

I continued on through the ruins, debris, and random fires that spouted up along the way. The entire world seemed to be ablaze with fire and the heat was nearly unbearable. I
struggled with holding onto my bow as I ran through what felt like a small maze, toward the nearest tower spiraling up into the sky or flaming sky.

There were more scamps to kill along the way but the path was fairly easy to cross. I had to make sure to stay away from the edges or I would have toppled over into a lake of lava boiling below.

I finally reached the entrance to the middle tower, it was the only one with a door that led in at ground level. The bridge that would have made
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the trek easier had been destroyed and was slowly dropping bits into the lava. I watched for a moment as the pieces disappeared into the lava and burned.

Best to avoid that area, I thought.

The inside of the tower was only a little cooler since it wasn’t in direct contact with the outside or the lava. It was dark and difficult to see but there was a flame-like flume shooting up through the middle of the ceiling. All I knew was that my destination was up at the top of the tower. The struggle would be finding the steps and fighting my way up there. There was no way that it wouldn’t be guarded.

I didn’t get far in before I was spotted by a Daedra Knight and two more scamps. The scamps did not take long to kill, just two arrows in the head and they went down, but the Knight was a different story. He kept coming toward me with a giant Daedric Sword that looked like it could slice through anything. I ran from him more than once until I was finally able to sink an arrow into the fleshy bit of his neck. I wasn’t even sure if they were made of flesh at all but the squish sound it made told me that they were.

There was a door behind me that led up. I walked slowly along the side of the walls, listening carefully to any noise that may come from the room above me. I heard some scuffling and sunk lower to the ground, taking an arrow from my quiver, and notching my bow.

As I came into the room I saw a scamp and another Daedra Knight. I decided to take my attack on  the Knight since the one earlier had proved to be difficult to kill, but now I knew their weak spot.

The arrow whizzed past the scamp and sunk into the Knight’s fleshy spot on his neck. I only noticed his body fall as I shot another arrow at the scamp before it could react. The Knight was laying in a pool of its own blood by the time I was done.

Another door led into a hallway that took me up to a room that had more scamps and a spell casting Daedra. They fell easily enough but the next door I needed to go through was locked. I began to panic as the realization that I may not be able to get out of here or close the gate sank in. I was beginning to pace back and forth determining if I would be able to scale the walls up to the top of the tower. Before I made my decision I saw a smaller, hidden door on the other side of the room. I decided to try it.

I opened the door and almost fell to my death. The ledge tOblivion 4_25_2016 8_55_35 PM (2).pnghat led away from the door had no hand rails or anything on either side of it, just air and the ground far below. I could see
the second tower to my far right and that I was getting closer to the top of the tower, I just needed to find a key to the locked door.

I stepped inside the tower that the ledge had brought me to, and inside was a spiral staircase that led up to a man in a cage and another Daedric Knight guarding the cage. I was getting sick of these Knights. I got him to follow me down the staircase long enough to pull my dagger from my belt. I turned around just as he was lunging toward me and thrust my dagger up into his chest. His face went lax and his body fell down toward the ground below making a thud sound. I went back to the top looking for a way to let the man out of the cage but he was yelling at me to just grab the key and leave him. He said closing the gate was more important than his life. I apologized and left him to die. I contemplated for a brief moment on killing him myself just to ease his death but I didn’t have time to come to a decision. I would later regret not killing him.

The key, thankfully, unlocked the door and brought me into a strange room that had the fire  flume shooting straight through the middle of it. There were ledges that led up on either side of the hole in the middle. I took the left side and came face to face with another spell-casting Daedra. He seemed shocked that I was there. His lack of preparedness allowed me time to take an arrow from my quiver and jam it in his throat. I tried to ignore the blood that was now soaking my clothes and covering my hand and arm. There was no time to panic. No time to stop and worry about anything else but getting the gate closed.

I rushed forward to the very top where I saw the line of fire entering a small disk in the middle of thOblivion 4_25_2016 8_59_09 PM (2).pnge room. I climbed to the top, ignoring the Daedra coming toward me, and grabbed the disk. Once I had taken it from its resting spot the entire room filled with
orange, yellow, and red bright, burning light. The whole room shook and transformed back to the entrance of Kvatch. I was still clutching the strange disk in my hands as the captain and his guards ran toward me telling me how I had done it and closed the gate!

This meant that we could enter the city without fear of more Daedra coming through and slaughtering the people we were trying to save.

Their cheers of victory were numb to my ears as I hoped against all hopes that I would never have to place another foot inside an Oblivion gate ever again. I was fear stricken but knew I must go forward. I grabbed a quiver of Daedric arrows from the ground and stuck them in with my own silver arrows.

We were ready to take back the city from the demons that had overrun it. This was our mission and we were ready.

(To be continued in Kvatch)…




I rode my horse hard along the path that led to Kvatch-the city where Jauffre believed Martin to be located.

I rode the horse until we both became too fatigued to continue. I made camp off the path where I might not be found by bandits in the middle of the night.

During the night I had a dream with flickers of a place of what I assumed was my home. The dream was fleeting and blurry. I could make out a towering church steeple over two courtyards and the counts castle just off in the distance. I had yet to find the place where these buildings stood, but I knew it was going to be a quest of my own that I would complete once Cyrodill was safe. 

The path wound through the thick forest but thinned considerably as I neared the hill with the city atop.

I came upon another part of the path that led up the hill to Kvatch. As I turned onto it a man came running up to me. He seemed frightened so I dismounted the horse and caught up to him.

He was in such a hurry to get as far away from Kvatch as he could that I barely got anything out of him. He mentioned that the city was on fire, that demons came from nowhere and had ripped the city apart, and that no one had survived.

After telling me as little as he could the man ran away from me, hopefully to safety.

I came across the camp next. It was made up of the few that had survived whatever attacked the city. There were few but they were survivors. I had no time to chat with them, so I rode my horse and onto the final path that would take me to front gate of Kvatch.

Right before I emerged at the top of the hill I dismounted the horse and left him where I believed it to be safe. I looked up at the sky as my feet touched the ground. It had become a strange burning red, like a fire. A strange heat seemed to emanate from the top of the mountain as I got closer.

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At the top of the path and the hill were wooden palisade barriers and a group of guards rushing past them to get to several scamps that had emerged from the Oblivion gate standing just before the gate to the city.

Without a second thought I took off toward the scamps, notching an arrow, and shooting the closest one. The arrow grazed across his cheek making him aware of my presence. He began to run toward me as I let another arrow fly toward him, this one finding purchase in his throat. His body crumpled to the ground as I took of toward the rest of the scamps and the guards holding their ground.

After the scamps were killed I took a moment to take in my surroundings. The trees just outside of the city gates were on fire and burning to the ground. There was no more grass around the area and the dirt had been scorched in several places. Something evil had stepped foot in Kvatch and it had come from the burning portal that was positioned just in front of the entrance to the city.

I wanted to run away, to turn my back on those people, to go find a place to hide until all of this was over. I wanted to believe that I was having a nightmare but the reality was that I was in a nightmare. Whatever was happening wasn’t going to stop and I needed to offer my services.

I had to focus. I needed to help the city and save the people.

The captain of the guard had gone back to the barriers and was talking to another guard when I approached. His reaction was not what I had expected.

“Talisa?” He asked

“I can’t believe this. Your timing to come home is unfortunate,” he said.

“Um, yeah, I guess,” I said. I had no idea who he was.

“What can I do to help the city?” I asked, gesturing toward the ruins that was once Kvatch.

“I am not sure what you can do. I have sent men into that– thing, but they haven’t come back yet.” He seemed devastated and unsure on what his next decision should be.

“I can go in,” I said.

His face fell a bit but then he recovered his reaction and said, “If you think that would help. But I hate to send you in there.”

“I will be fine,” I said. “Someone has to do something and we won’t be able to take back the city until it is gone.”

As I began to walk away I heard him softly thank me.

I approached the gate timidly, unsure of what to expect on the other side. And that is exactly what it would be like for it was a portal to the world of Oblivion.

I stepped through the Oblivion Gate. There was a rush of heat that stuck my face, and a smell of death that crept up my nose. I didn’t see anything at first due to a blinding light, but I heard things.

I heard a scream of terror or of death in the distance, I heard fires burning close by, and I heard heavy footsteps rushing to my position.

I readied my bow…

(To be continued)


The Adventure Begins (cont..)

The rainstorms often feel like they are endless downpours that fall from the darkest of clouds, or at least that is how I felt as I left The Imperial City on my way toward Weynon Priory.

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I was on foot with only a few essential items: my cloak, my bedding, rations of food (enough to last me a week in the forest), my bow and two quivers of arrows, my dagger, and the map that would guide me to my newest of destinations. The cold from the rain seemed to be soaking into the very depths of my soul as I crossed the Imperial Bridge. As I ventured into the small village just beyond the bridge I took a moment to look behind me at the end of my new beginning.

My map showed me a winding path that would take me through the forest to Weynon Priory.  I made it to the Priory within a day of leaving The Imperial City. The sun had set several hours before I made it to my destination, which meant that Jauffre would more than likely be asleep by the time I ventured inside the establishment.

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I opened the front door and to my dismay it creaked loud enough for a whole horde of goblins to hear and awake at my entering. Thankfully there was a kind monk who greeted me. He inquired upon my needs and specifically asking if I needed anything for my adventures since I clearly looked like one. I explained to him my desire to speak with Jauffre and the urgency upon my request. He kindly took me upstairs where another monk slept on a bed that was located in the loft of the sleeping quarters. The first monk woke up Jauffre and briefly explained who I was and what I needed. The first monk gestured for me to have a seat at the table located in the room and took his leave. Jauffre arose from his bed and took the seat across from me at the table. There was an uncomfortable silence as he stared at me, taking in every inch of my person.

“Um, my name is Talisa and I need your help,” I said,  stammering and stumbling over the words as I tried to muster the courage to speak.


“I have the Amulet of Kings. The Emperor gave it to me right before he was murdered by assassins,” I said.

I pulled the Amulet out from one of my pockets and showed him. “He told me to find his last son and close shut the jaws of Oblivion,” I said. “One of his bodyguards instructed me to find you because he thought you might know where that son is today.”

“His name is Martin and I do know where he is,” Jauffre said. “You have been set upon a quest that will be full of death, blood, and terror.”

“I have no time for a quest,” I said. “I only want to find Martin and give him the amulet.”

“It is too late for that,” Jauffre said. “You will have to put aside your personal endeavors and give yourself to this quest. All of Tamriel will look to you to save her.”

No one in Tamriel even knows who I am, much less care if I complete some quest,” I said.  I was beginning to become irate with this old, helpless monk.

“You must find Martin, give him the amulet, tell him who he is, and bring him to me,” He said. “If the assassins and the death of the Emperor have already occurred, then it is absolutely crucial that we act quickly. All of the lives of Cyrodiil are at stake. Oblivion must not be allowed to gain full access to our world here.”

Jauffre took a minute to calm his nerves, arose from the table, approached a chest, and opened it.

“I have few supplies that may assist you in finding Martin and we can acquire a horse for you to help speed up your travels,” he said. He rummaged through the chest pulling out potions, weapons, and armor. “Take whatever you need. I will be downstairs,” he said.

I took a moment to gather my thoughts before looking through the chest and taking the necessities. He had two quivers of silver arrows, a silver bow, and a silver dagger contained within the chest. I took a deep breath preparing my nerves for the inevitable journey I was about to embark on and to quench the fear rising within me.

I walked down the steps as my brain tried to wrap around what I was planning on doing. The fear continued to rise from deep inside of me, my hands shook, and I started to perspire. I was unsure if I was capable of such an adventure, if perhaps the Emperor had gotten the story wrong and I wasn’t supposed to be the one to help.

How could someone like me be the person who would save Tamriel?

A vision flashed before my eyes just as I reached the base of the stairs.

A hunter moving lithely through a lush forest seeking its prey. The hunter took a bow from off of her back as she approached a bear off in the distance.  She notched an arrow in her bow and pulled the string quickly back.

     She aimed.

    Took a breath.


    Let loose the arrow.

    The arrow cut through the air and burrowed right through the bear’s skull.

The vision faded leaving a sense that it was less of a vision and more of a memory since the hunter was clearly me. Perhaps there was more to my abilities than what I thought possible. I knew then that I had to find some kind of connections to my past as soon as I possibly could.

The monks stood not far from me with inquisitive expressions as they watched me snap out of whatever had taken hold of me. I approached the monks and informed them that I was as ready. They told me that a horse was outside.

“Head to Kvatch. Martin is a priest of Akatosh. You will find him in the church there,” Jauffre told me. “Good luck. We will see you upon your return.”

I thanked them, pulled my hood over my head, and went to mount the horse. Before riding off for Kvatch I took my map out and marked the city on it. The journey would take meOblivion 4_25_2016 8_22_03 PM about a day and a half. I needed to get there as quickly as I could. The sooner I finished this quest the sooner I could get to finding out who I was and used to be.

The wind started to gust as though a storm was fast approaching.

So You Wanna Play Mass Effect: General Advice — Mary Digresses

Previous Posts: Introduction / Character Creation Before we get too deep into the game itself, now is as good a time as any to let you in on some fandom nicknames. Shepard goes by a few. Lots of people will just call Shepard “Shep” for short, but there are other variations.

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Halo 2’s original ending was much different

Throughout a game’s development, anything can change. From the tiniest mechanic changes to large plot points, some games start development and end development almost completely differently. I…

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The Adventure Begins

Darkness surrounded me as I ran through the forest, my heartbeat racing, my breath catching with every inhalation. My body burned,  but I knew I had to keep pushing myself further, and further, and further.

There was something in the shadows engulfed in darkness, something lurking that I could not see. I could see its shadow from behind the trees as I ran quickly past them, so I kept pushing myself to RUN.

Fear-stricken, the trees began to lessen and part. Beyond the tree line was a ledge  that was coming up far too quickly. Despite my efforts, my body could not stop in time and I spun off the ledge

falling into a deep



The sound of the creature was the last thing I heard as I fell to my death.

I awoke with a start and a hand resting on my shoulder. I looked up to see dark brown eyes staring down at me, Owyn.

“It’s over kid,” he stated calmly. “You won and you put up a great fight.”

He stood up from leaning over me, stepping over to the wash bin. I sat up from my bedroll and rubbed my neck; my head was throbbing like I had hit it… hard.

“What happened?” I mumbled as I tried to control the deep need to hurl all over the living quarters.

Owyn turned to me, a wet rag in hand.

“You passed out right after you dealt the final blow to the Champ… Err, former Champion,” he chuckled as he handed me the rag.

Pressing it to my temple  I nodded and said,  “I remember…” Shaking my head, I continued, “I had a vision.”

“A vision?”

I shook my head trying to remember the voice that I had heard and the image that had popped into my head before I had killed the Champion.

“It was a man’s voice. I remember him saying ‘Talisa’ like he was calling to me.”

He looked at me with a  strange expression on his face. I am sure he must have been thinking that I had hit my head harder than he had thought. I didn’t want Owyn to know that I had amnesia, and if this were my name that I hadn’t heard it prior to this instance.

“It doesn’t matter,”smiling up at him handing him the rag. “I am sure it was just the adrenaline getting to me.”

I stumbled a bit as I urged myself to a standing position. I leaned against the wall to ease the throbbing in my head and the spinning of the room.

“Well kid, you’re the Champion now. How does it feel to have won?” He was smiling at me, hands outstretched in case I fell over.

“I didn’t think it would hurt this much,” I said, grinning at him.

He chuckled and told me he would leave me alone to gain my bearings back. I thanked him as he turned to walk away, his reply was to wave his hand above his head as he turned the corner to his “office.”

I stood alone for a minute looking around the Blue Team’s quarters knowing that it would be the last time I would be here. Sadness overtook me for a minute as I remembered the acceptance I had earned there. These people were proud to be part of my team, though I was unsure if they would miss me once I was gone.

I walked out of the quarters into the training room, walking past the other members training for their next fight. As I passed them a few stopped and congratulated me on my win and how they hoped to be as good as me some day. Yet another moment where I wondered where I had learned to fight the way that I had in The Arena. Shaking off the sinking feeling of not knowing, I turned into the offices to collect my earnings.

Owyn was standing in his usual corner speaking with a combatant after a brutal fight he had just encountered. Owyn spotted me and shooed the combatant out of the way, telling him to get some rest and clean himself up.

“Ready for your coin?” He asked me as I stepped up to him.

I shook my head yes and said, “I need to leave. My next destination is near Chorrol and I need as much light in the day as I can get.”

He nodded, understanding how adventures like these take up lives.

He handed me a pouch that jingled with coin and asked, “is there anything that I can say to keep you here to keep fighting and being an inspiration?”

I took the pouch from him and said, “this is something that destiny has decided I must do. There are things happening in this world that I have to find a way to stop.”

He shook his head again and told me that if I must go then he wouldn’t keep me any longer. Before I left, Owyn told me about how the last step in The Arena is to become the Grand Champion. He thought that if anyone could beat the Orc that it would be me. I thanked him again, turned away, and walked up the steps that had taken me down into a world I thought I might not be able to become part of.

Before I left for Weynon Priory I stopped by a couple shops to get the best armor and ‘weapons I could buy. I also grabbed a map of Cyrodil and marked Weynon Priory on it to help aid me in the adventure.

Rain started falling from the sky, like teardrops, as I ventured across the Imperial City’s iconic bridge.


I knew that this journey would be challenging, though then I did not understand how true that would be. I hoped that during any part of it that I might find out who I was and where I came from. The voice saying my name came back to me.


That is where I would begin once I had a chance to investigate. That is where my beginning would be, the new beginning….

To be continued……