>>41351148
>Longsword proficiency

Wussup DM?

>>41351148
>>Stamina

>>41351197

Not much. Just waiting on more votes.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>41351197
>>41351321

Alright, it's been long enough.
1: Longsword
2: Stamina

>>41351475
Yeah..I was about just concede my vote to get things moving. Best to keep the ball rolling.

>>41351485
>>41351197
>>41351475

As a result of your latest combat experience, you've become better at using the longsword. It doesn't feel so heavy in your hands now, and you've started remembering some of your old training, such as combinations that you can practice.
You've just started on your journey. It is about one hour past sunrise and everything has been accounted for.

"I don't feel so good about those Orcs," Alsmoth says. "Usually they won't stray too far South."
"It's odd that there were only Orsimer," Sarah tells him, "But it's probably not serious. Just a group of them that were traveling together, likely."
"I'm not so sure. Orcs aren't stupid. Maybe they've gotten tired of having their cities sacked and they're coming for revenge."
"That's a possibility, Stormborn. What does our Moth Priest think? Mister Dryton?"

>"I think they were just a bunch of bandits. Nothing to be concerned about."
>"They could be a serious threat to Cyrodil."
>"Why don't you use your Mysticism to gain more understanding, Sarah?"
>Write-in
>Remain Silent

>>41351642
>>"I think they were just a bunch of bandits. Nothing to be concerned about."
Orcs are the niggers of fantasy, we have nothing to worry about

>>41351642
Perhaps they are settling a stronghold nearby. It should at least be reported.

>>41351642
>>"Why don't you use your Mysticism to gain more understanding, Sarah?"

>>41351779
>>41351817

"I think they were just a bunch of bandits. Nothing we should worry about, but it should at least be reported when we return to the White-Gold Tower."
"It's in my report," says Ryan. "If we see more, I'll write it down."
Fa'hir is sharpening his sword with a whetstone. The others are just sitting in the cart. Sarah has a book open and appears to be reading it, though she's going quite slowly.
"Driver, if we run into any threats on the road, you'll have to tell us," says Alsmoth.
"Will do. It shouldn't be too far now before the next Thalmor checkpoint."

>Continue reading your book. (Current chapter: Third Era Argonian History)
>Speak to someone in the cart.
>Use the whetstone on your longsword once Fa'hir is done with it.
>Drink more wine to relax yourself after that battle. (You currently have half of the bottle remaining.)

>>41351984
>Continue reading your book. (Current chapter: Third Era Argonian History)

The info might be useful once we get there.

>>41351984
>>Continue reading your book. (Current chapter: Third Era Argonian History)

>>41351984
>>Use the whetstone on your longsword once Fa'hir is done with it.

>>41351984
>>Use the whetstone on your longsword once Fa'hir is done with it.

>>41352008
>>41352044

You open up your book and turn to the last page you had read.

"At the beginning of the Third Era, most of Argonia has been assimilated into Tiber Septim's empire, with the exception of Helstrom. At the center of the marsh known as Murkwood, itself central to Argonia, is the city of Helstrom. Due to the thick marsh, it is nearly impossible for non-Argonians to travel to Helstrom, and to this day there is a distaste for the Empire in that city.
During this period, Argonia and Morrowind went to war in an event known as the Arnesian War. Dunmer noble houses had been gathering slaves from Argonia for hundreds of generations, and Argonian abolitionists started the dispute over that.
The Arnesian War favored Morrowind, and large portions of the Black Marsh were claimed by the province during this time. However, after the abolition of slavery, Argonia reclaimed many of these lands."

>>41352192
>>41352206


By the time you have finished reading this portion, Fa'hir has finished sharpening his blade. You take the whetstone and sharpen your own sword.

>Continue reading your book. (Chapter Four: Argonia During the Oblivion Crisis)
>Talk to someone in the wagon. (Your choice of person.)
>Drink your wine.

>>41352313
>Talk to Ryan
Let's let the normie have some screen time.

>>41352313
>>Talk to someone in the wagon. (Your choice of person.)

The Nord guy.

>>41352363

"So, Ryan, tell me more about yourself."
"Well, I know a little bit about potions and herbs. Not too much, but I can make basic potions of healing if I have the right ingredients. My mom taught me how to do it."
"That seems useful. What do you usually do for entertainment?"
"Mostly sparring, drinking, and courting women. That is, when I'm not on a big assignment."

>"What do you think of the Thalmor?"
>"Any opinions on the Skyrim civil war?"
>"You don't read any books? Play any instruments?"
>Write-in
>Talk to someone else

>>41352556
>"You don't read any books? Play any instruments

>>41352636

"You don't read any books? Play any instruments?"
"Well, I tell stories. That's just as good as reading books, I think. And I think music's for listening to, not making."
"Don't listen to this whelp," Alsmoth says. "He sings while bathing, and he's terrible at it."
"I'm terrible? It's better than your groaning! Those Nord drinking songs you know are unbearable!"
"Those are the songs of my people! Would you rather I chant the dull songs of my mother, as you do?"
"Are you calling me feminine?"
"I'm calling you a milk drinking whelp, if anything."

>"Calm down, boys. Let's save the squabbles for bandits and highwaymen."
>"What's wrong with drinking milk?"
>"Any opinions on the Thalmor?"
>"Well, go on, then, sing us a song."

>>41352775
>"Well, go on, then, sing us a song."

>>41352775
>>"Calm down, boys. Let's save the squabbles for bandits and highwaymen."
>"Well, go on, then, sing us a song."

>>41352817
>>41352876

"Well, go on, sing us a song. Quit your squabbling."
"Erm, well, I guess I could sing a song," Ryan says. "Any requests?"
"Three Hearts as One is just about the only thing you can sing that sounds any good," says Alsmoth.
"Fine, then, Three Hearts as One."
Ryan begins singing an old song, from an era long past. He's alright, not great, but he does a fine job.

( For reference: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9g5pWR8vuvc )

>"That was fine. Have you considered becoming a bard once you're done with your service?"
>"I've got to agree with Alsmoth. Don't quit your day job."
>"I'm surprised you even know that song, it's very old."
>Talk to someone else.

>>41353023
>"I'm surprised you even know that song, it's very old."

>>41353023
>>"I've got to agree with Alsmoth. Don't quit your day job." Laugh and pat him on the back.

>>"I'm surprised you even know that song, it's very old."

>>41353113
>>41353124

"I've got to agree with Alsmoth. Don't quit your day job!" You laugh and pat him on the back. "I'm surprised you know that song. It's very old. What is it, second era?"
"Yeah. Well, we had a Dunmer bard who would play it a lot at a local tavern. It didn't take long for me to learn it."
"That's bound to happen when you visit the tavern every chance you get," Alsmoth says.
"Thalmor checkpoint!" The driver calls out.

>Sit by and watch the Thalmor.
>Continue talking with Ryan and Alsmoth while the check goes on.
>Insist that the wagon continues on without going through the checkpoint.
>Command the men to kill the Thalmor.
>Write-in

>>41353325
>>Command the men to kill the Thalmor.

>>41353325
>>Sit by and watch the Thalmor.
>>Continue talking with Ryan and Alsmoth while the check goes on.

Is it possible for us to use a shield with our longsword as well?

>>41353325
>Sit by and watch the Thalmor.

>>41353379

It wouldn't at this point. You're still not good enough to use it one-handed.

>>41353379
>>41353393

A Thalmor wearing heavy Elven armor opens up the back of the wagon and gazes in.
"You, Nord," he says to Alsmoth. "Come with us."
"Why?" Alsmoth asks, not standing up. "Have I done something wrong?"
"By our orders, we are to interrogate any Nord of military age for signs of Talos worship. Come with us and make it easy on yourself. The rest of your group can carry on without you."
"I'm under orders. I can't go with you."
"You'll come with us or you and your companions will be placed under arrest, by the authority of the Dominion."

>"Go with them, Alsmoth. I'll inform General Maximus myself of this once we return to the Tower."
>"Would some gold sway your opinion?"
>"You would be wise to run, Thalmor. We're four trained men and a powerful mage."
>"Attack him!"

>>41353582
About how many Thalmor are there? IF there are only two,

>"You would be wise to run, Thalmor. We're four trained men and a powerful mage."

>>41353582
"This man was already inspected by another patrol, he is crucial to this mission and General Maximus has given him leave to accompany us."

Shit, can we get a speech roll or something?

>>41353325
>Write-in "talk to the Thalmor ask if they have seen anything interesting'

>>41353582
"Would you stand in the way of a moth priest after an elder scroll young lad" say that as Condescendingly as possible

>>41353648

There were two at the last one. You can reasonably assume there are about the same amount, but you aren't sure.

You'll have to decide the best option amongst yourselves.

>>41353798
I (>>41353648) like this one >>41353677.

>>41353582
>>"Would some gold sway your opinion?"
>>"You would be wise to run, Thalmor. We're four trained men and a powerful mage."

>>41353677
>>41353835

"This man was already inspected by another patrol, he is crucial to this mission and General Maximus has given him leave to accompany us."
"You, Imperial. What's your name?"
"My name is Eligar Dryton. I am a priest of the order of the Ancestor Moth."
"A Moth Priest? Let me consult my commanding officer."

The Thalmor leaves the wagon to consult his commanding officer.

>Ask the driver how many Thalmor there are.
>Wait patiently, expecting to be allowed through.
>Draw your sword and hold the whetstone at it in preparation.
>Write-in

>>41353910
>>Ask the driver how many Thalmor there are.
>Draw your sword and hold the whetstone at it in preparation.

>>41353910
>Ask the driver how many Thalmor there are.
>Draw your sword and hold the whetstone at it in preparation

>>41353922
>>41353990

"Driver, how many Thalmor are there?"
"Three, sire."
"Thank you." You draw your longsword and hold the whetstone at it. "If he doesn't let us go on, we're going to attack."
The others nod. Sarah silently prepares a spell.

The Thalmor comes back.
"No exceptions for men of the cloth," the Thalmor says. "Captain's orders. Now, Nord, you'll be coming with us."

Alsmoth stands up. At the same time, Sarah releases her spell. The Thalmor's eyes go white.
"I can't see! What have you done to me?" He yells, grabbing for his sword. Alsmoth's blade meets his throat before he can draw the sword, and the Thalmor falls to the ground.

>Jump out of the cart with the men and attack the Thalmor. (Roll 1d20)
>Tell the driver to move before the other two catch on.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>41354044
>>Jump out of the cart with the men and attack the Thalmor. (Roll 1d20)

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>41354044
>>Jump out of the cart with the men and attack the Thalmor. (Roll 1d20)

Gotta run a few errands. Be back in an hour or so.

>>41354104
>>41354078

You and the men jump out of the wagon and Sarah chants a spell. The body of the dead Thalmor rises from the ground and accompanies you.
Each of you flank the Thalmor and easily kill them. It's no contest; five against two. The Thalmor scream as you stab them with your blades.
You look around. No one is anywhere nearby; it was only a small couple of tents with a table set up by a campfire. These are the Thalmor that the Empire had trouble defeating?
You suppose that with the White-Gold Concordat there would be no need for large amounts of Thalmor in any given area. The War is over.

>Loot the Thalmor corpses.
>Return to the wagon and carry on.
>Write-in.

>>41354133

I'm going to be DMing a campaign in about an hour, so we're going to be stopping in about 30-45 minutes.

>>41354207
>>Loot the Thalmor corpses.
They always carry nice shit

>>41354207
>>Loot the Thalmor corpses.

And also the camp.

>>41354044
"No killing poor sods only doing their jobs just like us"

>>41354234
>>41354235

You rummage through the Thalmor corpses. Their armor is ruined from the fight, but you find:
>2 Elven Shortswords
>1 Elven Longsword
>200 Septims
>An impressive looking letter with the insignia of the Dominion

You open the letter and read it.

"Orug Boulderbash,
Hail and good tidings. Though recent issues may have separated our people, the Orsimer are still elves in the eyes of the Dominion.
The officer who handed you this letter is to be your commanding officer. We hope that you will get along well with him.
The plan is still in order; the Orsimer will attack the Imperial City from the North while the full force of the Dominion comes from the South.
No army can win a war on two fronts. Of course, your people will be given greater care and protection from the Dominion, and will be honored among our society at the same level as any Thalmor nobleman.
Sincerely,
General Skireen"

>"This is awful. We've got to return to the Tower with this news immediately."
>"We must add this to the report for when we return to the Tower."
>Stay silent about the letter.

>>41354406
>>"This is awful. We've got to return to the Tower with this news immediately."

>>41354406
>"This is awful. We've got to return to the Tower with this news immediately."

>>41354467
>>41354472

"This is awful. We've got to return to the Tower with this news immediately," you say as you return to the wagon, where the men have gathered.
"Sir. You're absolutely right, sir," Fa'hir says, sheathing his blade.
"What about the Elder Scroll?" asks Sarah. "We can't risk it falling into the wrong hands."
"Shouldn't it be safe where it is?" Asks Ryan, taking a swig from a flask he keeps at his side.
"It's in Argonia. I know better than anyone else here that you can't trust its safety for long."
"But this means war, Sarah. You know what happened during the Great War! The Empire was nearly destroyed! And facing a surprise attack by Orcs and Thalmor during the same time as the Stormcloak problem in the North would make our society crumble!"

>"Ryan's right, Sarah. The scroll can wait."
>"Sarah's right. The Elder Scroll could be a much greater threat than Thalmor allied with a bunch of orcs."
>"We've bought some time by this attack. Fa'hir and Alsmoth, return to the Tower by foot with this news. We'll continue to the Black Marsh."
>"We can travel to the Black Marsh by foot. Fa'hir and Alsmoth, take the wagon back to the Tower and report this news."

>>41354602
>>"Sarah's right. The Elder Scroll could be a much greater threat than Thalmor allied with a bunch of orcs."
Could help us with limitless power and all that shit to

>>41354602
> we must report this news with it the stormcloaks will focus on the Thalmor and so will we this is the key to saving the empire.

>>41354728
"Sarah's right. The Elder Scroll could be a much greater threat than Thalmor allied with a bunch of orcs. Plus, it could help us."
"You're the expert on the Scrolls. Do you really think it can help the empire?"
"I'm certain of it."
"Then we head to Black Marsh," Ryan says.

>Ask Ryan for a swig of whatever's in his flask.
>Get into the wagon and head to the Black Marsh at twice normal speed.

Also, pick what you'll use in combat:

>Elven Longsword or Steel Imperial Longsword?

Elven Longsword: Of a superior base quality. Can be improved. You don't know if it's enchanted or not.
Steel Imperial Longsword: Improved to be formidable. Not enchanted. Has more sentimental value.

>>41354896
>>Ask Ryan for a swig of whatever's in his flask.
>>Get into the wagon and head to the Black Marsh at twice normal speed.

>Steel Imperial. We're more used to it.

>>41354896
>Get into the wagon and head to the Black Marsh at twice normal speed.
>Elven Longsword

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>41354935
>>41354954

Time is of the essence.

1: Steel
2: Elven

>>41354896
>Elven Longsword

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>>41355011
>>41354935

You lay the Elven longsword in the cart and get inside.
"Ryan, give me a drink from your flask."
"Are you sure? It's a bit strong. You probably wouldn't like it."
"I may be old, but I'm not that old! Give me your flask."
"Alright, alright. Here." He hands you the flask and you take a drink.

It's very sugary and intoxicating. Not like any of the wine, mead, or ale you've tasted before. Tastes kind of like someone mixed sugar with some berries and water. Very sweet. Very relaxing. You fall back in your seat and relax.

"Driver, take us to Argonia at double our normal pace. I'm going to take a nap."
"Aye."
That's the last thing you hear before you fall asleep.

-------------------------------------------

"Look at me, my servant." A voice booms through your head. You look up. You're in a dark place, but what's ahead of you looks even darker. Tendrils come out of the void in front of you. You think you spot some misplaced eyeballs, and you're filled with awe and dread at the same time.
"Who's there?" You ask, grabbing for the hilt of your longsword. It doesn't appear to be there. You're also not wearing armor, but your regular robes.
"My name is Hermaeus Mora. And you are going to do something important for me."
"For you? A Daedric prince?"
"Yes. Don't waste my time with pointless questions. I have come to you in a dream for one purpose. You are a Moth Priest. Searching for an Elder Scroll."
"How did you know that?"
"I know nearly all there is to know. When you get the Elder Scroll, you will tell me what it says. You may keep the scroll itself, but the information is to be given to me. Do this for me and you will be rewarded."

>"Absolutely not. I serve the Empire, not a Daedra."
>"Of course, Prince Mora. I would be honored to serve you."

>>41355205
>>"Absolutely not. I serve the Empire, not a Daedra."

>>41355251

"Absolutely not. I serve the Empire, not a Daedra."
"Who do you think has been protecting you? Surely not that small band of soldiers. Your idea of free will is but an illusion. Whether you choose to acknowledge me or not, I will be in your mind."
"In my mind?"
"I will take note of your disobedience. It matters not. You will retrieve the scroll and its writings will be known to me, one way or another. It is only a matter of time."
"I have no choice? What is this?"
"Go now, my unwilling servant. Serve your Empire and bask in its folly."

The darkness takes you, and you fall into a deep, dreamless sleep for the rest of the day.

Day 2 Finished.

This is where we're stopping for today. Thank you for playing. The Twitter will be updated when a game is beginning, has begun, and when it ends.
The thread will be archived.

As always, I am interested in commentary. If you wish to leave any, I will read it when I return, but for now I must go.

>>41355490
Have fun

>>41355490
Enjoying the quest so far. Thanks for running.