Where is vorar helas

Homes actually feel lived in now. The mod also adds one book object and changes the path grid for 5 cells to accomodate the changes. This is easy to solve - just bring up the console, click on the keg, type Disable and hit enter. If you find a mod that conflicts, please let me know so I can update this and create a patch. Or not. I'm going to have to think about this one, journal, and I need your advice. While we're thinking, let's do that Mages' Guild job.

It's a walk out into the spooky wastes closer the center of the island. I'll see some new sights, meet the new creatures in this new area. And come to hate them. These cliff racers like to swoop down out of nowhere, and they're all over the place. Winged devils in this ash-choked, lava-oozing, too-hot hell into which I've wandered.

Every time I turn around, there they are, screeching and swiping at me. And every time I don't turn around? Pecked in the back of the head. It seems like it takes forever, walking a road of pain paved in the corpses of flying terrors. I suppose I'm stronger for it, but I'm also sore. Finally I get to the cave I'm looking for. Journal, when I'm boss wizard, remind me not to live in a cave. Huh, that was easy. Easy, again. I guess those lessons paid off, eh, journal?

His servants still don't like me, though. Bowl of tar, am I? I'll bet you wash your hair with a bowl of tar! I need some insult lessons, don't I, journal? Back outside, I start heading back, when I catch sight of a strange, ruined-looking building. And outside, a couple of little guys like my friend Creeper! They're not selling me booze! They aren't friendly!

And they're fast! And they hit really hard! And a cliff racer gets in on the action, of course. I chug potions left and right, desperate to stay on my feet. If something kills me, it had better be damn bigger than a child! Finally, I remember I've got a spell that lets me pull a big, magic axe out of nowhere, like magic because it's magic.

I'm just I try, and I try, and I drink more potions and I don't really care what they do as long as I'm not dead, and finally I have my magic ghost axe, and they all fall before me.

And I wasn't scared for my life because of two big-eared toddlers and an overgrown parakeet, certainly not! Okay, journal, we've had a nice walk, so it's time to decide some things. Do we side with the Fighters' Guild, and get the code book, or do we side with the Thieves' Guild and leave it where it is? Also, do we check out the ruined day-care with monster kids I almost couldn't kill, or do we run home and get paid? Due to real-life issues, I'm not completely sure when I'll be posting the next Jarl.

My work schedule in coming weeks is going to get very weird, and I don't know when I'll have a free day to do it. Rest assured, if I do go on hiatus, it will be a temporary one at best. This axe will swing again. And yes, I really did kill 28 cliff racers in the course of making this post. Post a new comment Error Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal. In the capital city of Mournhold is where he told me I would find a large contingent of the cult, and he even arranged a means to going there, even if he advised against it.

She too expressed a mild opposition to the idea, but was not unwilling to provide me with the favour. As the lights danced around me and faded, I found myself in a place with dark walls patrolled by guards in beautiful plate armour of copper chrome.

It was only with a long while of wandering the castle that I had my answer. It did not surprise me to know that an illegal organisation as such could have their presence tolerated. While the Thieves Guild cannot compare in ruthlessness, it is allowed to thrive because people in power have uses for them. The Dark Brotherhood is likewise. While walking the Bazaar, I surreptitiously picked up a thrown newspaper, the contents of which was and is still relevant to my interests. Three people who had at some point opposed or offended King Helseth died of mysterious causes, all of which were ruled as natural deaths by Imperial coroners.

Apparently, those three were not the only persons to have died with those set of circumstances. The article at the end insisted that all that had been written was merely conjuncture. A smart move. Even if it were obvious, the King would only be suspected of tyranny if incidents were to happen despite the note.

The thespian ushered me backstage, where I was asked by the manager to play the lead role as their actor was apparently ill and that I looked like him. How a Saxhleel could resemble a Dunmer is beyond me. The troupe was to perform The Horror of Castle Xyr, a horror play I was already familiar with, hence my use of the script was refreshment instead of memorisation.

Confidently, I stepped on to the stage and delivered my lines in the expected manner of an Imperial Legion captain. For those unfamiliar with the play, there is a line the lead character would deliver which mocks the idea of the Telvanni being loyal to the Empire.

I too can attest to it, for it is a joke which one could find funny for similar though not quite the same reasons. So imagine my shock when a person in the audience jumped onto the stage with an Akiviri wakizashi immediately after I delivered the line.

In the end I was wounded, not very heavily, and he fell dead. Collecting my wits about me, I rushed to the manager who very calmly told me that the assassination attempt was expected. I was to be killed so that the person I was decoy for could be free of Telvanni eyes.

The manager immediately offered me two thousand gold pieces for the risk I was tricked into taking. He also praised my performance and gave me a magical amulet which had the power to improve my charm.

Feeling my reward adequate, I decided not to pursue the matter. However, the experience had shaken me and I dared not proceed on my mission.

Now I am back in the inn, drinking alcoholic beverages to ease my nerves. And as I write this, I wonder why the Morag Tong agent fell for the bait and attacked me. Even if he had been told that his target was to play the lead role in The Horror of Castle Xy r, surely he would have realised that the name Tarvus Beleth was not one for a Saxhleel face?

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