Monday, September 17, 2012

Well fuck it, let's go kill some vampires.

After that whole dragon skeleton debacle and the increased white trashiness of the yard, Kharjo and I decide to go off in search of this elusive Fort Dawnguard. I'm happily following my compass. I'm expecting great things. A magnificent view. We come to...

A hole in the wall? Literally a hole in this rockface. We soldier on. As we emerge on the other side, I notice another weird guy up ahead on the trail. His name is Agmaer and he is a giant pussy. He's afraid to go to the castle alone. Ohhhh poor baby! He follows us in, and we find our way up to the castle, stopping to talk to some Dawnguard on the way in. Once we get to the head honcho, he sizes me up, decides I'm fit for the job, and... Tells me to go check out a cave. Dimhollow Crypt. Well I've already gone into enough holes-in-rock-walls today, so why the fuck not? He gives me a crossbow and marks it on my map. Fuck yeah crossbow!

Meanwhile, the leader, Isran, starts asking wimpy behind me why he is skulking in the shadows. I guess he needs training. He doesn't get an assignment, but dammit, he gets a crossbow too. Just when I was starting to feel special...

Kharjo is totally ok with not having his own crossbow, and me, with my level 100 smithing (because I am apparently nuts for smithing), decides to go improve this crossbow and immediately enchant it. With fire damage. FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! Vampires HATE fire. Yes. This is going to work out ver nicely. Even better is the fact that archery skills count towards the crossbow, as do the enchantments on that funky Copper and Onyx circlet I have on my head. It's pretty, and it makes me shoot better!

I'll make one for Kharjo. When I find another one. I will. I'm good to the kitty. I keep him well armed.

When we arrive at Dimhollow Crypt (hole-in-the-wall) we find inside some ok loot, some unruly vampires, and... a puzzle. I went through the majority of it sneaking up on vampires and killing them with the crossbow in sneak mode. Hey, this vampire armor is sexy! Look at me! My Breton is wearing this stuff, and as strange and nonsensical as it seems, her boob tops show. (Husband says something to the tune of "oh yeah, video game boobs!") It comes in red, black and... 50 shades of gray. SOme of it's enchanted. Some is not. All can be improved with leather and enchanted if you have the skill. YES. Boobies AND health bonus! Or Destruction bonus! Husband is excited because this means more video game boobies, and more fire spells.

(Not my character, a google search result)

Once I figure out this weird fire pedestal puzzle, the floor falls away to reveal, a vampire, in some sort of monolith/sarcophagus. Oh and she's been in there forever. Like, no idea how long but everything that seems to be the history of the damned Elder Scrolls series is a mystery to her. Oh, and she wants to go home. Questioning her about the Elder Scroll on her back renders nothing. She's also not forthcoming with information about herself... or... anything. Thanks Pasty McVague, I get it, you're a vampire and you wanna go home to your daddy that you're fighting with over something.

For no other reason than I apparently HAVE to, I take her there.

Its an interesting reunion. Daddy is glad to see the scroll, and I guess also his daughter. While he mentions her betraying mother and "putting her head on a stake."

Awesome. Glad he's not my dad.

This is where the story splits. The Vampire father reveals his true self to me and offers me "the gift." Well apparently my Breton takes too long deciding, cause next thing you know I'm banished, but not killed because he's grateful he got that scroll back, oh yeah and the daughter.

With no other pressing issues, Kharjo and I decide to head back to Fort Dawnguard... where SHIT HAS HIT THE FAN. Vampires are attacking!

Unfortunately for you, we will revisit Dawnguard later... I am so intrigued by "The Gift," I think we will leave the Breton "Krista" and her faithful feline companion.

I'm going to load up Lloth, the dark elf vampire save. YESSSSS.

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