Kahenraz

If I save a file "new.txt" to my Skyim folder with either the following contents: coc RiverwoodSleepingGiantInn or cow Tamriel 0 0 And try to load them with a batch file from the console: bat new The game freezes. Both of these commands work fine when called from the console manually but not from a batch file. Is there any way to do this without freezing?

Civ I and Civ II were excellent. I really didn't like Civ III at all. Civ III was developed by a different company and lacked the same vision that Sid Meier had when he created Civ I and Civ II.

This is by far one of my favorite games of all time. Even with how old it is, I still pick it up every now and again. I still remember playing it on my 486. :)

Daggerfall is by far one of my favorite single player RPGs simply because I could open it up and have an adventure. Heck, I never even found the storyline to Daggerfall (if there even is one)! It was far more fun just to go out and make my own adventure. Daggerfall made that possible.

An excellent place for people who will hound you till the end of the earth claiming that their IP is in fact 192.168.x.x. me: "You fool! I'm *telling* you that 192.168.x.x is NOT your IP address.." them: "This site is obviously wrong.. my computer told me differently." me: "Just because Bill Gates has his operating system tell you something, dosn't mean that what it says is right." <_<

Kahenraz seems to have preoccupied himself with someone else's money pouch he recently "borrowed". Lets hope it's not yours.

The thought of a shining, luscious, juicy emerald ripe for the.. borrowing.. makes Kahenraz's hands twitch uncontrollably. He closes his eyes and sits on them as to not attract attention to himself. Kahenraz began to debate in his mind whether it was a real emerald or not. He couldn't even fathom the idea of giving someone a real emerald for free! Of course, if true love did ever surface, we would summon no less than the finest glass-smith in the land. (This is glass glass not that sorry-excuse for diamond in Morrowind)

Kahenraz, the fine, handsom sidhe stands from his sticky situation and begins to cast a spell.. **Kahenraz has completed his casting. ******Wild Magic intervenes******* Kahenraz's eyes widen as he realizes that his charm spell has mistakenly landed on a rather large tavern wench with puffy cheeks and a massive belly. Her shape was that of a globe, such that if one looked close enough, could even find countries. Kahenraz makes a sudden planar shift out of existance as the bumbling mass made a dive in his general direction. Who knew that such a creature could move so fast! ___ After the last fingers of the evening sun slid below night's horizon, Kahenraz made his shift back to the temporal realm. To conceal his form from the abomination that had nearly overcome him earlier, he quickly shifted into a new form, that of a grim ranger. "Show off" he says.

In an attempt to break the silence, Kahenraz suddenly slamed his fist on the smooth top of his oaken table, squishing the fly that had been taunting him with a ludicrous dance around the area for the past hour. Realizing that he had attracted some unwanted attention, Kahenraz peeled his flattened victim off the table and into plain view, where he then tossed it into his half-full mug of ale. As a climactic end to his winged friend, Kahenraz swallowed the rest of his ale in two magnificent gulps. Grinning, he watched the less-seasoned patrons of the tavern flee in disgust. His grin did not last long however, as his face began to turn a pale, sickly green.

*thumbs nose and grins from ear to ear* Kahenraz leans forward a bit and begins to wave his hand over his frothy mug. In a short, simple but erratic display of seemingly useless hand gestures, Kahenraz's eyes turn a bright fiery red. "Which one of your would like a taste of some cold hard Silver Dragons Brea--" Kahenraz's question cuts short as his mug unexpectedly disappeared in a poof of smoke, splashing his untouched ale all over the table and into the pores of his exposed armour. "This is why wild mages don't specialize." he says, glaring at the mess in disgust. "Imagine having a specialized disintegration or fireball spell backfire on you. I sure wouldn't want to cast any spell that I couldn't handle coming straight back at me." My skills are divided between three classes, making me far weaker compared to any single class of my own. Working three classes is essential for my line of work. I typically travel alone and need to be able to handle most any situation with some degree of capacity. Being a Wild mage gives me access to spells that any true class mage of equivalent stature would typically not have access to. I have only a small handful of these self-induced magical surges, but with a bit of luck, I can fire off a spell many times my current abilities would allow in only a fraction of the casting time. The outcome is very uncertain, but it's almost guaranteed that something will come out of it. If you recall my dream, I attempted to summon some fiends of my own through wild magic. But I wasn't as lucky as I had hoped. Kahenraz motions one of the better-looking waitresses and nods to the bartender for another drink. I have a feeling that I'll be paying for that..

A few hours pass and you being to wonder if that mysterious Kahuvendal-whatshisface decided to take his leasure elsewhere. Feeling a sense of comfort in the thought, you signal the bartender for another drink and reach down for your gold pouch to pay up your tab. "How strange." You think, contemplating the possibility of having mistakenly tied your pouch to the other side of your belt. As you cross your arm over your abdomen and begin patting the area around your hip, your eyes become fixated on the seat Kahenraz has formerly occupied. A light haze of turqoise and dark green mixed with the occassional slight yellowish spark had begun to shift in that area at random. In a matter of seconds, the thin, sparse haze thinkened and formed the familiar shape of Kah--. You scratch your head and leave it at that. The haze subsides and the sparks disperse to reveal that he had indeed returned. ___ What good fortune! What luck! It seems that I have been granted by my lord some much needed time in this mortal plane. Glancing around at more than a few confused faces Kahenraz attempts to convey a much simpler approach. There are some in my realm of the faerie plane that my lord would much rather see roaming where they will be the problem of some other gods. You see, those of the ethereal cannot be killed by any means in what would be deemed conventional. Being the *scoff* loyal servant that I am to my lord, he is responsible for me. Lets just say that I keep hubris from spreading amongsth those with high political power and make sure that my.. "position" stays relatively secure.

To a degree of course, a very high degree at that, I live my life according to the roll of the dice. *blinks in surprise* I am sorry but I must take my leave of you for a short time. I am being summoned by a higher presence that I should not wish to upset. Kahenraz seems to fade away out of existance as he makes a sudden planar shift.

I gained the name Kahenraz during my apprenticeship with the arch-mage Khadgar. I've had it for.. wow.. *counts on fingers* 8-9 years now. Vendalo is my typical roll playing name, but Kahenraz seems to be a nickname that sticks. It's the name I tell most people who I may have ill-favor with and want to spread my menacing reputation around. Under that alias, of course. There are certain things that even Vendalo won't do. If you understand what I mean. *flashes his dagger* Vendalo for good days. Kahenraz for my chaotic days. :shifty: If pays being faerie. Kahenraz, the "grim ranger" is the form I usually take in the darkest of nights. Vendalo, the slick, jack-of-all-trades merchant and bard is how I am known during the hours of light. A simple disguise that fools my enemies in broad daylight. But my true class is a fighter/[wild] mage/thief. Again, a jack-of-all-trades. One who can hold his own and can pack a complexity punches. Chaotic Neutral. Mistakenly took for Chaotic Evil. I'm not evil. Just misunderstood, misinterpreted, and taken far too lightly. ____ *phases out of role-playing mode for an instant* Punch "Kahenraz" into Google and you'll learn a bit more about me. I'm quite original so there shouldn't be any mistake with the name . :lol:

For shame! That copper touched the tentacle of a monstrous sea serpant I caught trying to pick my pocket admidst a dreary fog! If the slime covering it dosn't get you, the fact that it'll give you the biggest hang-over this side of the tempral plane will. Why, I caught that sea serpant red handed! --Tentacled even! It was a skilled pick-pocketing menace if I ever did see one. Now that I think about it I'm not quite sure it was trying to stea.. no! It was thinking only of my gold! Either that or an attempt on my life so that it could kill me and take my gold! Eyeing the devil twisting its tentacle around my gold pouch, I deftly reached for my dagger and gave 'im a good slash! In a shock it released my gold pouch, of course, but my slice had knicked a small hole in my pouch, releasing a lone copper onto the sticky tentacle of my menacing foe. It reeled in pain and in a fury sent an enormous wave crashing towards my tiny ship with one swipe of his his tentacles accross the ocean's surface. "Hardly worth my time killing a worthless thief" I thought to myself. Diving into the water headfirst, braving the churning currents and undertows, I cast "underwater breathing" on myself, along with my usual chain of defensive spells. Completing the casting of my minor anti-magic sphere, I lowered a rod of lightning through the thin layer of swirling energy. "[edited out for safety reasons]" I chanted, releasing a massive blast that killed most of the marine life in the nearby area. And I do mean most, as in not all. To put it simply, I hastily cast improved invisibilty on myself and swam for the nearest shadow as fast as my legs could take me and.. hid there for a while. Heh. After the looming shadow covering the area had given up its search for the origin of the anoying sting that had awoken it from its deep sleep and swam away, I emerged from my hiding place and made haste to retrieve my precious copper.. my.. precious.. copper. NO ONE STEALS FROM ME! Not even the Lich King himself!! Ha! If ever THAT happend I would tell him to consider it a gift, pay my not-so-humble-even-though-it-looked-humble respects and leave without further question. But I would never allow him to STEAL from me. Pfftt. *gulps down some ale* I couldn't seem to get the disgusting slime off of it so I decided to break even by stealing a rich noble's purse, which I did of course upon my arrival at the nearest port, and toss the bothersom copper.. erm.. what I meant to say was that I would honor one lucky fellow with the prize and the tale of my incredible adventure. Why, you should feel honored! I've heard that tentacle ooze is a strength enhancer of sorts and very beneficial to the health. If it dosn't kill you that is. *raises an eyebrow, turns and pokes the shoulder of a nearby patron* "Don't you owe me money?"

*tosses a copper into your fresh ale* I be Vendalo Kijautal. My customers call me Vendalo, friends call me Kahenraz. But my prey have a call of their own. A pint for my friend Melekar and the Breton Thief Oriana! I hope to wear this seat to the shape of my own. *gives a cold stare to the shrew occupying the other side of the table* Hail and well met. :)

I say good sir! I had the strangest dream last night! I don't have time to go into detail but it was truly exciting and adventurous! But for all your hearts content I will indulge you of a breif part of my adventures. At one moment I was deep in the bowels of a monstrous cavern fighting a sorceress and a lich. The lich raised his arms high and summoned two massive pit fiends! "No problem!" I said, attempting to thwart his efforts with a few pit fiends of my own. Unfortunately, you see, his were already summoned and it was impossible for me to summon my own with the hefty casting time required without getting myself torn to shreds. Taking my chances with luck, I tried casting two rounds of Wild Magic. They both failed.. and in the process I realized that pause doesn’t work so well in my dreams. Frantically trying to flip through my spellbook to find my spells, Wild Magic took much longer than I had anticipated, even with the non-existant casting time. Running for cover I quickly dug through my inventory for a "remove magic" wand, since I had forgotten to memorize it earlier. I mean, heck. Who needs remove magic, right? Grabbing the only wand in my pack I pulled it out and strangely it looked like an ornate dwarven spear (go figure). Loring it yielded the realization that this was in fact a wand of magical piercing, useless against pit fiends. In a last ditch effort I smashed my scroll case on the ground and threw myself on top of it, searching frantically for a scroll with the familiar scrawling of a remove magic spell. "What luck!" I shouted. I found a remove magic scroll! Even though the pit fiends were barreling towards me, I knew that they were still close enough to their master for this to work.. I held the scroll out in front of me and recited the oral incantations as well as making the appropriate hand gestures. In a brilliant flash I successfully removed the Lich's "Protection from Evil". In a bloodthirsty stupor, enraged from being summoned from their phantasmal plane by a lesser being, the two pit fiends turned on their master and shredded the Lich to pieces. I was quite proud of myself. The two fiends then attacked the next closest pillar of flesh: the sorceress. Now keep in mind that not only was this was not only a very powerful sorceress, but she also wielded a very big (we're talking like at least 6-7 ft tall and at least 10-12 in in diameter) sword. She took this sword and in one swing split one of the fiends in two, quickly dispatching the other. She then directed her gaze towards me. "Um.. yea.." I smirked, sending a little wave. I stood in the middle of a small mound of scrolls now covered in mud. "This will be.. eh.. interesting to say the least." I muttered. :help: (gtg) :construction: