![]() ![]() If you are a member of Great House Telvanni, ranked at least as a Mouth, speak to Therana about chores. You can get to Tel Branora by boat from the cities of Ebonheart, Molag Mar, Sadrith Mora and Vivec. ![]() The quest giver is Therana, the Telvanni mistress of Tel Branora. I shall be returning here.If you wish to get all three of those items, then you must first get the Telvanni quest, Auriel’s Bow. Brimful of idiot cultists, and now also unknowing home to my burgeoning drug stash. Yes! I now had money in pocket, a fool-proof scheme to earn more, and I was only a stone's throw from this land's capital city.Īh, Fort Stupid. "I have this katana." He didn't hesitate for a second, and gladly bought his own property back from me. That's religious nuts for you - they're so forgiving. and the trader had miraculously forgotten I was a drug dealer five minutes ago. Downstairs, one bottle of something sinister deposited in the chest, upstairs again, barter. and the idiothole only tells me I've got something else illegal in my pockets. Upstairs I went again, requested a barter. Once I'd finished robbing the place blind, I lockpicked a chest with the sole intention of then stashing my drugs there. I wandered downstairs, and soon found a barracks, out of sight of the blank-eyed retail crazies upstairs. Too valuable to throw away, yet too worthless to sacrifice the sadistic joy of selling this guy's own sword back to him. Apparently cultists don't "do" "drugs." Moon Sugar? Pfft. He spurned me, referencing some dodgy herb in my pockets that he'd somehow sniffed out from afar. I immediately strode back to the guy I'd just robbed, and requested a barter. No matter - I'd be back in 24 hours, once my invisibility had recharged. Shiny! Mine! I was just running over to the alchemy apparatus on the adjacent table when I popped back into visible reality, hand poised incriminatingly over an alembic. A few potions, a book about something boring and, ah yes, a shiny katana. The timer was running out fast, but it was time enough for a smash'n'grab operation. I scarpered into a corner, cast my spell, and strode coolly back into the absurd, silent marketplace. Now to test quite how stupid these stupid cultist stupids were. Invisibility! 60 precious seconds of invisibility! I was born under the Thief, and this granted me a special ability to be used once daily. Ack - can't a guy rob placid churchgoers in peace? Then, I remembered my hitherto ignored starsign. I needed these things these things were money-in-waiting.Ĭrouched, I snuck around the cavernous, goodie-filled room, searching desperately for an opportunity. They were laden with goodies - potions, weapons, books, scrolls. No longer engaged in conversation (whilst I gathered my confused thoughts), I finally noticed the tables in front of the cultists. Perhaps it would be nice to join these peop. I'd had a surrogate grandmother once, but I'd let her get killed by a bat. Everyone I spoke to immediately suggested I join, and after a while my initial alarm subsided, replaced by a strange desire to belong. And they'd really worked on their patter. Still, no wonder their architecture was so openly foolish - it was a stealth way to attract new brainwashees. If ever there was a word with negative connotations. Honestly, if you're going to be a cultist, at least pick something fun.Īlso, if you are a cultist, telling anyone who passes that you're a cultist probably isn't going to convince them to join you. I'd stumbled into a religious cult, obsessed with Empire. Some light conversation revealed a horrifying truth: this was no mere military base. Hence, I elected to exercise a muscle I'd left fairly unused until now, having previously been fixated upon larceny and slaver-stabbing: my tongue. Now, I was used to the traders of this land being curiously short on customers outside of myself, but an entire marketplace inside a remote fort seemed especially strange. Inside was a different world from the quiet towns and doting pensioners I'd encountered thus far - industriously patrolling guards, and a veritable enclave of shopkeepers. I had no particular reason to enter the fort in so brazen a manner, but it was hard to resist the opportunity. If I ever encounter its architect, I'm totally going to pickpocket him and leave a bunch of bat wings and crab meat in his trousers to teach him a lesson. It kind of defeats the point.īeing able to jump onto the battlements of a fort from a gentle nearby slope means said fort is not really a fort. If it's any consolation, that entry will involve trying to steal diamonds in front of children.Ī note to anyone thinking of building a fort: do not build a fort with easy hillside access. This does mean a) varying hilarity, depending on the situations I've genuinely encountered and b) my promised visit to the city is delayed by a day. ![]() I'm going to try and keep these diaries a little shorter. ![]()
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