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Enemies beome Friends
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Hello!
As I write this im laid up in AD medic tent. The menders have done well, no broken bones, just bruising and minor scratches left (a common occurrence when dealing with Khajit) I feel as I could leave but these mendors wish me to be observed over night (I personally think its to make sure their magicka doesn't grow me an extra arm)
What put me in this situation? Well that is a story.
I had just recently exited this goblin infested cave after liberating seeds desperately needed by local farm folk. Happy with myself I seek to return these seeds and collect a modest reward myself.
As I entered this quaint village Im struck right off my horse! I scramble to get to my feet and defend myself. I watch my summoned daedra run behind me. A mid another blow I stand and cast a ward in some feeble attempt to avail myself from this unseen assailant.
I return my clannofear to oblivion gaining a bit more health. I see my enemy... its a Khajit! More surprisingly its a level 38 Khajit.
Well now I see my enemy and his level, confidence swells in my chest, with just a few spells this cat will make a great rug. I engage, the Khajit puts up a great fight. Suddenly my health is dropping much more quickly. My ward barely keeping me a live in a desperate attempt.
A second Khajit has joined the battle! My mind reels as I realize I have walked directly into a trap. The second Khajit is a mer level 39. Again, having faced two enemies before, I raise my head expecting to vanquish my enemies quickly.
I fall, Im struck with a horrid sense of dread... of fear. I run low on stamina focusing my mind off of the fear spell, I lose focus. My shield drops.
I am dead.
Floating back into reality I become determined. This was just a fluke, must have been. Such low levels killing me? A High Elf of such esteem would only be killed by accident!
I run back to face these two again. Same fate, though my will had me last much longer.
The third attempt was far worse than the previous two.
Now im truly confused! Did gaining my new 4 veteran promotion actually set me back? Did I make a mistake thinking my previous encounters were typical?
As I ponder in my melancholy I receive a letter inviting me to sit and speak at an disclosed location. Suspiciously I accept the invite and find myself in a nice little Khajit den. Both of my opponents sit at a round table smiling at me (Im sure they were smiling its hard to tell on such a furry face)
They could have been mistaken for twins they looked so similar (at least to this high elf with such little experience outside the isles) Where they differed was in mood. The one to my left could not keep his tail from swinging wildly, the other calm and still.
The more energetic one pushed a glass toward me, the other gestured to sit. I do and, not to be rude, drink one of the more delicious beverages I've ever had. They mentioned something about moonsugar being an ingredient.
Suddenly the energetic cat sprung to life, "what do you think of our assassination?" Beeming with pride.
Responding honestly I mention how impressive they were. I had to ask if they had any champion training.
The silent cat spoke up this time. "Yes kind wizard, we both have had a bit more champion training than you. You have impressed us."
Jumping in the other add, "You're a Sorcerer Tank right? I could tell, if you had faced either one of us alone you surely would have won!"
We continue to talk. I learn about how these two (still have no idea if brothers or not) would hunt. It was a lure, however, I was far from the strongest fleshfly to be caught. They told me a humerous story of a veteran rank 12 was having an extremely hard time using his XP potions. They would kill him before he could accomplish whatever task was before him.
They told they were both trained in Night Blade arts. Where these two very similar Khajit differed was one (the energetic one) was a stamina trained assassin and the other (stoic one) was trained in the arcane arts of magicka.
The battles caught up to me and I lost consciousness. I awoke in the medical tent safely.
No one saw how I got there.
I just had to write you this letter, very fun meeting these two new friends!
Hopefully your adventures are just as exciting! Ill write back soon,
Sincerely your friend
As I write this im laid up in AD medic tent. The menders have done well, no broken bones, just bruising and minor scratches left (a common occurrence when dealing with Khajit) I feel as I could leave but these mendors wish me to be observed over night (I personally think its to make sure their magicka doesn't grow me an extra arm)
What put me in this situation? Well that is a story.
I had just recently exited this goblin infested cave after liberating seeds desperately needed by local farm folk. Happy with myself I seek to return these seeds and collect a modest reward myself.
As I entered this quaint village Im struck right off my horse! I scramble to get to my feet and defend myself. I watch my summoned daedra run behind me. A mid another blow I stand and cast a ward in some feeble attempt to avail myself from this unseen assailant.
I return my clannofear to oblivion gaining a bit more health. I see my enemy... its a Khajit! More surprisingly its a level 38 Khajit.
Well now I see my enemy and his level, confidence swells in my chest, with just a few spells this cat will make a great rug. I engage, the Khajit puts up a great fight. Suddenly my health is dropping much more quickly. My ward barely keeping me a live in a desperate attempt.
A second Khajit has joined the battle! My mind reels as I realize I have walked directly into a trap. The second Khajit is a mer level 39. Again, having faced two enemies before, I raise my head expecting to vanquish my enemies quickly.
I fall, Im struck with a horrid sense of dread... of fear. I run low on stamina focusing my mind off of the fear spell, I lose focus. My shield drops.
I am dead.
Floating back into reality I become determined. This was just a fluke, must have been. Such low levels killing me? A High Elf of such esteem would only be killed by accident!
I run back to face these two again. Same fate, though my will had me last much longer.
The third attempt was far worse than the previous two.
Now im truly confused! Did gaining my new 4 veteran promotion actually set me back? Did I make a mistake thinking my previous encounters were typical?
As I ponder in my melancholy I receive a letter inviting me to sit and speak at an disclosed location. Suspiciously I accept the invite and find myself in a nice little Khajit den. Both of my opponents sit at a round table smiling at me (Im sure they were smiling its hard to tell on such a furry face)
They could have been mistaken for twins they looked so similar (at least to this high elf with such little experience outside the isles) Where they differed was in mood. The one to my left could not keep his tail from swinging wildly, the other calm and still.
The more energetic one pushed a glass toward me, the other gestured to sit. I do and, not to be rude, drink one of the more delicious beverages I've ever had. They mentioned something about moonsugar being an ingredient.
Suddenly the energetic cat sprung to life, "what do you think of our assassination?" Beeming with pride.
Responding honestly I mention how impressive they were. I had to ask if they had any champion training.
The silent cat spoke up this time. "Yes kind wizard, we both have had a bit more champion training than you. You have impressed us."
Jumping in the other add, "You're a Sorcerer Tank right? I could tell, if you had faced either one of us alone you surely would have won!"
We continue to talk. I learn about how these two (still have no idea if brothers or not) would hunt. It was a lure, however, I was far from the strongest fleshfly to be caught. They told me a humerous story of a veteran rank 12 was having an extremely hard time using his XP potions. They would kill him before he could accomplish whatever task was before him.
They told they were both trained in Night Blade arts. Where these two very similar Khajit differed was one (the energetic one) was a stamina trained assassin and the other (stoic one) was trained in the arcane arts of magicka.
The battles caught up to me and I lost consciousness. I awoke in the medical tent safely.
No one saw how I got there.
I just had to write you this letter, very fun meeting these two new friends!
Hopefully your adventures are just as exciting! Ill write back soon,
Sincerely your friend
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✭✭✭✭✭This is a nice thing you have made.Tl;dr really weigh the fun you have in game vs the business practices you are supporting.2 -
hardcore_gmr✭✭✭I love this....I wish there were most post like this instead of the usual nerf this, nerf that rabble. Thank you for restoring my faith in players having the courage to admit defeat and hopefully you learned something from your khajit encounter. it almost sounds like you made out the better from this adventure as well, you learned never to trust your eyes and now are a stronger player for it. good on you.2 -
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✭✭✭✭✭Hey thanks a lot guys, im glad you enjoyed it! Just wanted to show that even while being trounced you can still have an exciting time
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