Rhydderch Hael

Hirtel (Mr Altmer at Kvatch) freaked me out the first time I played. That first game, I made a direct trek cross-country from Chorrol to Kvatch (Roads? Where we're going, we don't need road...) and ended up against a rock wall: the cliff face directly beneath the refugee camp. I'm dawdling around, trying to figure out how to scale this terrain, when an Altmer drops down behind me and begins screaming how we're all going to die...

Well, a Master of Alchemy can create a Damage Fatigue potion strong enough to overcome natural Fatigue regeneration and actually lower a victim's Fatigue while standing. Of course, they'll fight back, which lowers it even further, and even a novice Hand-to-Hand robber will be able to knock the victim out while the poison is in effect. Once they're down, you can pickpocket anything they have idling in their inventory. Just like pickpocketing, but 100% effective and much more cruel in nature. Then run. They'll wake up eventually. No mods, no console. That's vanillia Oblivion gameplay.

The odd thing about the Porters are that, if you don't join the Fighters' Guild, they don't follow you around like a suspicious shoppkeeper. Which makes stealing things from the hall, of course, much easier. But as soon as you sign up and everything becomes free to take, they begin stalking you as if afraid you're going to clean the place out.

Eitar "switches sides" simply to get you mad about the 'other side'. He's inducing strife, not trying to shirk it.

There's one character that will tell you that she's happy that slavery was abolished, and appreciates the fact that all people are equal citizens under the Empire. Then again, this same person's husband also happens to be a Mythic Dawn assassin, so there. :unsure:

Just be glad that you don't get blamed for standing idly by as you watch that last fellow come up behind him.

When Sheogorath is "somebody else", there's only one "somebody" that he— "elses". :unsure: And that, my friends, is when all the clowns in the giant pit begin to produce some of the more interesting odors.

Uriel Septim had three recognized sons and heirs to the throne— they were killed by the Mythic Dawn shortly before the Emperor himself fell. The Mythic Dawn even had the foresight to attack Kvatch in order to eliminate the secret, illegitimate son of the emperor as well. How could they recognize you without the dashing beard? ;)

For Draconis, perhaps, the father was Breton? While a child in the Elder Scrolls universe can take on many characteristics of their father, blending the bloodlines and eventually creating hybrid races (like the Bretons), the mother's race determines the race of her offspring.

Actually, there's two: the Sintavs as well as the Draconis'. In the Sintav's case at least, you can say one of the Sintav boys married a Breton gal and had a Breotn son— whereas Mama Draconis is an Imperial herself...

On that grace, there's always Gogan and Maelona. **SPOILERS** They're actually undercover Anvil City Watch who were set up as a married couple so that the Sirens could victimize Gogan. Then they'd get specific details and hard evidence on the gang's operation. But instead of actually prosecuting the Sirens once this happens, they use the incident as a cover story to lure unsuspecting adventurers to risk their own lives seeking out their headquarters at Gweden Farm. And the worst part of it all, while the hapless adventurer is inside the place, Gogan and Maelona are lurking just outside, fully armed and armored, but only bother to enter the place after all the fighting is done. So much for Anvil's Finest offering a helping hand... **SPOILERS** Faustina: "Damn. You're working with the City Watch, aren't you? I didn't think they'd be stupid enough to send you here alone." Player: "Actually, yeah— they are that stupid..."

I loved it when she says "Let me here you say yes Sir Mazoga" or what ever her name was. at some point I went back to some cave where she goes and found her dead. I took her armor and stuff and sold it. Lawrence On my latest run with Mazoga, I had her stand by the campfire of Telepe while my Cassie jumped atop the ruins and waited for Black Brugo to show up. When Mazoga caught sight of the Black Bow Bandits and engaged them, Cassie sat back and watched the show. When the dust settled, four corpses were fertilizing the weeds outside of Telepe.

Most people are disgusted with Farwil Indarys because they can't keep him alive enough to get a reward. It's all "Follow me, boys! That Dremora fell into the lava— after him!" or it's "We Knights of the Thorn just got our arses kicked by rushing headlong into battle without regard to tactics. We can salvage the situation, though. Let's rush headlong into battle without regard to tactics some more! Huzzah!" Huzzah, indeed.

But if you want your Sims to travel to MagicTown and fight off a bunch of monsters who walk out of a big magic mirror, you're better off playing Oblivion instead. Why can't we have the best of both worlds?

It's odd that no one in Cyrodiil is terribly concerned about the Oblivion gates that open up within sight of their hometowns. Mind you, I'm not talking about the gates concerned in the "Allies for Bruma" quest. I'm talking about the gate that opens near the Leyawiin Coast Guard station, or the Skingrad cemetary, or the one that opens up on City Isle near the Arcane University (you'd think folks would take notice of that one).