Page: 1 2

Quoted from the Morrowind Book, "The Anticipation's"

"Boethiah, ate Trinimac and voided him. The followers of Boethiah and Trinimac, rubbed the soil of Trinimac upon themselves and changed their skins."

So, let me just get this straight... this guy Boethiah has a serious problem with Trinimac. I mean Trinimac has done something in the past that is so far over the line that the line is a dot to Trinimac. He hasn't just run over Boethiahs cat in a truck, has he? Nooooo, more likely that Boethiahs Granny was stroking the little fella at the time.

hat ever it is he did, Boethiah kills him for it. But he doesn't just kill him, no no no - he eats his dead body and then waits for nature to take its course. Then having squatted over a rock, reading his copy of "The Perverse Act an intermediate guide" for about two days, Trinimac reappears in less than mint condition and the assembled followers smear him all over their faces!! (As you do.)

What kind of game is this!!!!

Good grief, I'm scared of Joe Pesci because of the whole thing with the pen and the stabbing! I can't cope with the eating and the crapping and the smearing! I shall never play this game again!

ell, I might have one more go, just to remind myself how truly disgusted I really am. But that's it then... no more goes after tonight.

mmmm well... no more goes tonight anyway... BAH!

Yours shocked from the UK
Badger

*

Another String to my Bow

Hi all!

Just a very quick note to tell you about a great mission that I completed this morning.

am now working for the Fighters Guild in Balmora. I took a job to kill four agents who were up to no good in the Ebony Mine outside a neighbouring town. My Woodelf is primarily an Archer. He can use a sword and shield, but I want him to become a hotshot with the bow.

When I arrived at the cavern near the mine, where the agents were supposed to be holding up, there was a lookout by the rocks outside the door. I angled round him and worked my way into a position where I was in some rocks a little above him. Enough rocks at least to provide some cover.
hen taking careful aim, I sent an arrow flying which embedded itself between his shoulder blades. Not, the most honourable of shots I suppose, but the odds are four to one and I have to get the job done. With a yelp, he spun toward my hiding place and battle was well and truly joined. We had a brilliant little duel, with me ducking behind cover to load and jumping up to catch him the moment he stood still to shoot. He caught me a couple of times, but in the end, his fate had been decided the moment our paths had crossed and after a drawn out battle, he collapsed in a heap.

Searching his body I discovered a Long Bow, capable of twice as much damage as my Chitin short version. Armed with this treasure I made my way through the door into the cavern. The other three were there all right, and rushed me all at once. Switching quickly to sword I tried to defend myself, but I was quickly overwhelmed.

My second attempt was somewhat more successful. Using my inherent ability to become invisible for sixty seconds, I carefully moved amongst them and through to some stairs on the other side of the cavern. By the time I reached the top of these stairs, I was visible once more, but was now hidden among the crates and barrels at the top. So, what to do now? I had the advantage of surprise most surely and this would, I was sure, enable me to get a couple of shots into their midst before they reached me. But then they would be upon me and I knew only too well the outcome that encounter would bring.

Then I had a thought. Some of the crates were stacked. I wondered if I could jump up onto the first one and make my way to the top? If I could manage it, would I be out of reach of their swords? I decided it was worth a try.

As I jumped up on the first crate, one of the agents saw me and with a cry two of them came hurtling up the stairs. I was pretty sure they weren't making a social visit. My theory would be put to the test... Now!

managed to reach the top crate just as the first agent reached me. He swung his sword and...the arc fell short!!! YES! I was out of their reach, my safety seemed assured. But their safety? Well.. That was another question entirely and I notched an arrow into my bow and let fly. It landed between the shoulder blades of the nearest agent with a satisfying thunk and a splash of blood. His howl was music to my ears and I treated him to another like the first.

Suddenly, I was hit from out of nowhere! In my glee at discovering my advantage over the two fools at my feet, I had forgotten about their accomplice on the floor below. Deciding against the mundane approach up the steps taken by his headstrong brethren, this fellow had been standing quietly muttering the words to a spell and without my noticing, he had levitated to the lofty height at which I was standing. Or at least, the height I HAD been standing at, because his staff met the back of my head from behind and I fell down one crate. Not a strong enough blow to normally kill, but in this circumstance quite deadly as it had knocked me to within range of the whirling blades waiting below. Once.... Twice... I was hit, and each time the dreadful instant when the shock from the blow renders a man incapable of movement.

But I struggled back up to my perch, stood, and in the same instant loosed an arrow, and then a second toward my mystical hovering opponent. To my surprise he fell mortally stricken, and I was once again able to turn my full focus to the two men clamouring for my attention at the base of the crates. Turning first to the already wounded agent, I sent another arrow winging its way downward. As it found its mark, he cried out "I CAN TAKE NO MORE!!" and started down the stairs. I sent another arrow in pursuit and he breathed no more, sliding to a position about half way down the staircase.

The final Agent went down fairly easily by comparison, my bow quickly sung him its song of death, and I realised with a start...

That it was over and I had survived.

I shan't bore you with the details of the treasure to be had in that place, but suffice to say that the guilds ages would not be the only funds lining my pockets on my return to Balmora.

Badger

Page: 1 2