Tamriel Rebuilt

I'm glad to hear things are well. Congratulations to everyone who has recently or will soon have children. And a double congrats to Nemon on number 5, I don't remember what the tally was when I left but that's impressive. :) As far as officially coming back, I might. I'm not quite as active when it ...

Hello folks.

I haven't checked in on you in a long time, so I thought I'd drop by and see how things are going. So, how are things going? How have you been? Is anyone dead? Has anyone been born?

I'm interested in your progress, so please speak up.

I really wanted to finish this, but it just had too many problems that needed fixing. After thinking about it I decided that it would be easier to just start over.

So I do plan to wright this story. But because I'm starting from scratch it won't be done soon.

I thought about giving it an insanely high weapon health but I don't want to do it that way unless I have to. Also if anyone has any other ideas about how to make the sword I'd love to hear them.

Hello. Is there a way to prevent a certain weapon from degrading through a script or something? I've been working on a mod lately that adds a cursed sword, only I've been having a hard time deciding how to implement it. I have the curse all worked out, but the positive aspects have been more trouble...

Thanks.

I need to know how to merge two esps in TESIV. I assume that it's possible but I don't know how. Can somebody help me out?
I'm sure someone here knows.

I'm going to work on the things you pointed out Jannifer. The lack of a proper introduction to the characters, and the missing information about the battle at Farrun are both caused by the same thing. This was originally intended to be the second in a series of three stories. I had the same problem ...

What do you mean by "does not go on correctly"? Do you mean that is shows up but is misalligned, or that it just doesn't work? I would think it just woudn't show up, but if it does but wrong then I have no idea why.

It would help if you describe what your doing that isn't working. That way it would be easier to help you make it work.

Cool. Most of these edits are good. Some of them I dont agree with simply because I prefer the way I worded it, but I was probably wrong. other edits I don't understand, which is understandable because I'm not an editor. I think it's funny that you edited some of Xui's edits. :) Thanks for your help...

skittles wrote: TR and morrowind don't have very many reptilian creatures.

Are you serious? Everything in Morrowind is either a lizard or a bug.

Yep.

I can't get a new Khajiit to work, but if I use one of the original NPC's as a base it works fine.

Only Oblivion, I had to uninstal Morrowind to make room for other things.

Well, it's not exactly what one would expect.

The ship leaves from Rihad?

These are incredible, Stirk is looking really good.

Thanks for your help, I solve the problem and corrected my mistake.

Ok, so how do I fix it?

I've recently been experimenting with retextureing via Nifscope and I have a few problems. When I assign a new texture to an object it doesn't work in the CS or the game, it's just black. the only way I can get it to work is if I use one of the stock Bethesda textures. Is anyone familiar enough with...

Yes, Emperor Uriel V led an invasion of Akavir in 3E288.

Mostly what I do is write.
I can also make interiors and do a little scripting, but I don't have Oblivion yet (Though I'll be getting it soon).

For the next little while I won't be doing anything. My Graduation is tommorow after which I plan on doing nothing for a few days.

As far as I know it's always been that way. I don't remember it ever being a link.

I finnaly got around to fixing this. I'm pretty sure I've solved all the problems mentioned.

(Edited 1st post.)

I've had this problem many times before, however I've yet to pinpoint the cause. I know a way to fix it but it doesn't always work, so try this. First: Open up the File menu and select Preferances. Next: select Renderer Settings. Finnaly: Disable Mipmaps, and change the resolution to be the same you...

In order to access certain forums you need to be a TR Modder. To become a TR Modder you'll have to start your own thread in the Showcase forum to show us what you can do, be it Literature, Concept Art, Modeling, building Interior or Exterior cells in the Construction Set, Sound & Music, or almos...

Until the River Runs Red
Birard Erelie

Explain this to me.â€Â￾ said Lucian, holding back a wave of laughter. “Exactly when did you completely lose your mind?â€Â￾

“I’m telling you this is it. This is our chance take back what is rightfully ours!â€Â￾ Haniel insisted.

“It’s suicide Haniel! I won’t let you kill me like you killed Herger.â€Â￾ stammered Brandr.

The memory of the battle at Farrun was still fresh in Haniel’s mind. Even after all these years, the pain of it struck him like a mace. Herger was his friend; they all were his friends - and he led them to their deaths. If only he had anticipated his brother’s return, perhaps things would have been different. Meniell’s betrayal was not unforseen, but his sudden return from the grave had been. Regardless, Haniel would not be taken by surprise again. All the variables in his plan were accounted for. He would not fail a second time.

“It’s not impossible!â€Â￾ argued Haniel.

“Oh, yes it is. Even if we managed to get inside and reach the vault, providing of course that we could open the door once we got there, we would never make it out of the castle alive.â€Â￾ stated Brandr.

“But if we could?â€Â￾

“Alright, let's say that we could, what then? Lord Amedee would have an army at our heels even before we reached the river. Seven men against an army, that’s insane. I’ve known you a long time Haniel, and even you’re not that crazy.â€Â￾

“With the right plan we could . . .â€Â￾

“Get a grip Haniel, what kind of plan could get us through that?â€Â￾ Lucian said incredulously.

“My plan.â€Â￾

. . .

The time had came to take action. Haniel and Nibarr had spent the past two weeks observing the castle, learning when shifts changed in order to plot the best point of entry. Seva had tediously studied the layout of the fortress, selecting the path of least resistance both to and from the vault. Brandr, Lucian, and Irgo set up what they hoped would be their salvation. And Filidros went to the market and spent more money than he would have liked.

The night came and they waited. When the guard began to drift off, Haniel and Seva moved quietly to the eastern wall, threw up a grappling, and began to climb. The guard on the wall entered the southwest tower, and Haniel prayed that the three minute gap between shifts he had witnessed so many times would once again occur. They reached the top and dropped down into the courtyard on the other side, just as the first guard’s replacement exited the tower. So far everything had gone according to plan, but the hard part was yet to come.

The guard outside the castle had changed shifts as well, and his replacement was wide awake. Nibarr drew back on his bow and released. The guard dropped to his knees, then fell face-forward without a sound. Carrying out their roles in Haniel's plan, Lucian and Nibarr hurried themselves to the main gate and began setting up explosives.

“Do you really think this is going to work?â€Â￾ questioned Nibarr.

“No, I think we’re all going to die. But at least we’ve saved Lord Amedee the trouble of digging our graves.â€Â￾ replied Lucian, hiding his fear behind a half-hearted smile.

“It’s an ingenious plan really.â€Â￾ he continued. “Haniel is a brilliant man, but everyone makes mistakes.â€Â￾

“So you think this is a mistake?â€Â￾

“Maybe not, but when I think of what the outcome of this might be, it fills me with a terror that I find all too familiar.â€Â￾

His smile had faded now and there was a seriousness in his eyes that Nibarr had never before seen.

“Tell me about Farrun, Lucian.â€Â￾ said Nibarr quietly, as though he feared being heard. “Why does the very mention of it seem to darken the sun?â€Â￾

“It was vengeance, plain and simple. Something was stolen from Haniel and he wanted it back. Of course, we wanted to help him get it.â€Â￾ Lucian rose to his feet and spoke slowly as he walked back toward the trees. “We nearly had them beaten, and then the sun rose.â€Â￾

“But what happened then? What happened at sunrise?â€Â￾ Nibarr cried, following after Lucian.

Haniel and Seva made their way through the monolithic courtyard to the northern tower. Once inside, they were forced to rethink their approach. A wall had been erected where the entry to the staircase had once been. It was apparent that the change was not recent, their maps had simply been outdated. But who was to say how many more obstacles they would have to cross between here and the vault?

Haniel turned around quickly, drawing his sword. The footsteps seemed to have manifested out of thin air. For though it sounded like they were right behind him, there was no one about. Still, he felt uneasy. His mind began racing, he struggled to think what the noise could have been. Whatever it was, he certainly hadn’t planned for it. It was an unknown variable in the equation that was his master plot; and he knew that if they were to succeed, he would have to discover what force moved behind the scenes.

Haniel proceeded cautiously into the darkened corridor. After some time, he began to hear the footsteps moving steadily away from him. As he closed in, they halted, and then broke into a run. Haniel gave chase. Now that the stranger knew he was being followed, he could not be allowed to escape. As he came around the final corner the footsteps halted. They were in the dining hall, and Haniel blocked the only exit. As he moved forward he could see the female stranger pressed against the far wall, her fear pierced the darkness like sunlight when she spoke.

“Haniel please, forgive me.â€Â￾

The words destroyed him. Old wounds seemed to open, and his heart fell to dust as they thundered through his ears. He drew his blade and moved toward her. She dropped to the floor cowering in terror, and again her voice attacked him.

“I never wanted to harm you, you don’t know how hard it was for me. Please Haniel, do not do this.â€Â￾ she pleaded.

“Do not dare speak to me! I will not listen to your lies!â€Â￾ screamed Haniel.

“I had no choice, Lord Verick gave me his word that he would let you live. I would rather see you in chains than watch you die.â€Â￾

“So you betrayed me out of love? What more noble cause could there be? I forgive you Lielle, you were not to blame.â€Â￾ mocked Haniel, though sounding sincere. “It was I who faltered. I made one mistake after another. I should have killed you when we first met. You were a servant of the man who stole my life, and I was seeking only revenge. I let my heart interfere, a mistake which I will never make again. One day I will finish what I started, and unlike your master, I don’t leave loose ends.â€Â￾

Haniel lifted her to her feet and held her close to him. Again she pleaded, begging for mercy.

“Please Haniel, please forgive me. I would take it all back if I could. I didn’t want to hurt you, please.â€Â￾ tears ran down her face as she spoke. “Please, I don’t want to die.â€Â￾

“I’m sorry.â€Â￾ he whispered, plunging his dagger through her heart.

Haniel ran through the halls of the castle, making his way to the vault. This detour had wasted valuable time, he only hoped Seva had not encountered any difficulties. When he arrived at the vault he heard voices. Leaning around the corner he saw Seva and one of the castle guards sharing a drink. They were laughing, and Seva was acting far more feminine than usual. After several minutes the guard passed out. It was time to open the door. Neither Haniel nor Seva were proficient at picking locks. Fortunately, Haniel had the key.

“Where did you get that?â€Â￾ asked Seva.

“I ran into an old friend, she was kind enough to lend it to me.â€Â￾ he replied curtly.

With the door open, they proceeded to search through the vast piles of gold and trinkets. Haniel found a chest amongst a stack of old papers and used the key to open it. Inside was a rusted silver locket and a worn book.

“Come Seva, it’s time to go.â€Â￾ said Haniel as he moved toward the door.

“Go? What about all this gold? How will we be set for life if we leave all the spoils behind?â€Â￾

“I have all this and more in the palm of my hand.â€Â￾

“What do mean?â€Â￾ she asked, following him out into the hallway.

“Eleven years ago, I was falsely accused of treason against the Empire. My father, however, was the one guilty of the crime. This is the journal that he kept for the better part of forty years; and in it, he described the location of a hidden chamber. It was in this chamber that he placed all the riches he held back from the tax collections. He was a greedy old bastard, but he knew how to cover his tracks.â€Â￾

“So we came all this way to find a clue?â€Â￾

“Yes.â€Â￾

They continued through the corridors to the courtyard, and from there they entered the gatehouse. When the gate opened, it did not go unheard. The courtyard was flooded with soldiers as Haniel and Seva fled. Lucian had been waiting for this moment, and drew back the string of his bow. As the soldiers filed through the open gate, he let a burning arrow fly. It struck one of the barrels that he and Nibarr had placed near the gate and the explosion devastated Amedee’s troops.

As they moved down the path to the river, many of the surviving soldiers fell victim to Haniel’s traps. If all went according to plan, they would be few enough in number by the time they reached the river for Haniel and the others to defeat them. But spike traps and falling logs would not save Haniel from the one thing he had overlooked. Lielle served Lord Verick and yet she was here. This should have been enough warning, but blinded as he was by hatred he missed it. He had failed again, but this time there was no escape.

Lord Amedee’s forces, supplemented by Lord Verick’s troops, reached the river. The battle raged, and Filidros was the first to fall. Filidros the Wood Elf, who would never again see his dear sister. She would never see her brother, and she would never know his fate. Then Irgo, who's love was the sea. He would never have his own ship, nor would he sail another's.

As his comrades fell around him, Haniel remembered the others. Orvas, Herger, Tumse, Jonah, Gaeleg, and all the others. He had failed them all. Now he would join them. He looked on helpless as Seva fell bleeding to the ground. Nibarr lay dead, and soon Brandr lay beside him. It was Haniell and Lucian now, just as it had been before. They alone escaped the battle at Farrun. No one can escape death twice. And so they fell together, defeated at last.

alright, wel I'm back now. sorta...

I'll get on these corrections as soon as I can, I still pretty busy with school and all the free time I've had lately has been devoted to my new book. It's a sequal to one I never finished writing but I liked the idea so much I decided to do it anyway.

Here's an update. Of the 4.5 credits I need to make up to graduate I've made up 1 full credit. So I'm a little over 1/5 of the way done.

Anyway be back later.
P.S.) I can still be found on IRC every now and then.

(I had some free time (between classes) so I whipped this up, I hope its as good as I think it is.)


The Untimely Death of Precarius Falx
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Precarius Falx was an odd little man, but reliable in a fight. No one could match his skills, be it sword or spear, arrow or axe. If it could kill he could wield it. He was a fighter and when wasn’t fighting he was drinking. Precarius was the only man I knew who could drink an army under the table. If he wasn’t fighting or drinking, he was learning. He had spent so much time with a sword in his hand that he never could read. Sylori Callei, the owner of the local tavern had taken a liking to him. So she helped him with things like words. Despite his talent for fighting he never put it to good use. They offered him jobs at the guild and on legion patrols, but he always turned them down. He spent his time on important things he said. Things like drinking and teaching foolish men how to die. There’s this one time in particular I remember. Precarius had been drinking, like always of course. And this little Bosmer came walking in to the tavern, his hand on the hilt of his sword just waiting for a fight. He walked up to me; you see I’m the barkeep.
And he said, “I’m looking for a man named Precious Foxâ€Â￾.
Ha, Precious Fox. I almost died from laughing; when I finally calmed myself down a bit I pointed a finger toward the table in the corner. And the Bosmer turned right around and walked over like he was an old friend.
“Are you Preciousâ€Â￾, he said.
And what happened next wasn’t what I expected at all, instead of killing the little fellow right there he said, “No, Precious lives next door friend. You’ll know him when you see him; he’s the only man in town with four legsâ€Â￾.
To my surprise the Bosmer left, right out the door.

He came back a few minutes later with an awful mean look on his face, it was apparent he didn’t like to be tricked. A fight broke out and as usual I stayed out of it, you don’t get in the way of a man like Precarius Falx if you’ve got a habit for breathing. It ended quick as it started, the Bosmer on the floor. I hated it when Precarius fought because I always had to clean up. Precarius never lost a fight; no one ever even landed a blow. But just because no one could kill him, doesn’t mean he couldn’t die. It was an average day like any other. Precarius had been drinking, maybe this time too much. All was going well; there hadn’t been a fight in days. Of course I knew that meant one was coming. A Dunmer named Tidril Sendal, who had lived in our town for years never really liked Precarius. And for some reason he chose that day to show it. He stood from his chair and shouted across the room, one of those Dunmer words I don’t understand. But Precarius got the point, and he was ready.
He jumped up and drew his sword so fast I didn’t see it, and before no time they were in the center of the room. Tidril was fast, agile; he dodged and ducked most of Precarius’ blows. Sylori had come down from her room when she heard the commotion, she didn’t like Precarius fighting. Just then it happened. Both of them froze in place and Precarius dropped his sword. I saw that it was covered in blood, and I waited for Tidril to fall. But he didn’t, Precarius did. He dropped to his knees and began crawling toward Tidril. Then I knew what had happened, I saw her: Sylori lying on the ground behind Tidril, the blood pooling around her. Precarius crawled to her and held her in his arms, tears in his eyes. We couldn’t bear to watch, none of us. So we left him there and went home. I returned the next day to find him still there, still holding her lifeless body. But it wasn’t the Precarius Falx I knew, something had changed in him. This was a man who had never witnessed death, who for the first time saw the blood on his hands and knew who he was. Now he never fights, and he never drinks. He just sits in that corner table day in and day out. He eats when we feed him, he keeps himself alive. But all of us know the truth, he’s already dead. I know because I saw it. I was a witness to the untimely death of Precarius Falx.

I'm leaving TR, for a time. I'll be back in about a month, I've just got too much to do right now.

Later.

I believe that Sload is right about this, if it's not there it should be. We should do it.

... I have to wait until May!

There's a guy in Ald-ruhn named Louis Beauchamp, I don't think you need to worry about it looking too french.

I can't preasently run Oblivion on my comp. so I'll be sticking with Morrowind until probably june. though hopefully not that long.

I've spoken to that Incarian guy. When you talk to him all he says is, "I don't wan't to talk about it."

ENIGMA*, the reason no one has been there is because we moved to a new server. We are no longer using quakenet.

Ok I named it "My Last Words are a Warning"