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Cidius Saro - Agent of Light
I've gone by many names. I've been many different people.
I was Francois Abitius, advisor to Albecius Marius (esteemed member of the Elder Council who managed to wire a good chunk of the council's funds to himself), until he met his untimely demise and all of the coin he'd stolen was returned to its rightful owners.
I was Scar, member of the drug-trafficking, town-raiding, damsel-defiling bandit gang the Bloodlust Brigadiers. Our leader, Spike, had been kidnapping and raping women of various ages from every small settlement west of the Imperial City for years. That is, until my blade had a casual conversation with the groove of his neck and all of the imprisoned women mysteriously escaped.
My true name's Cidius Saro, youngest son of Audeius and Solena Saro and proud brother of Crassius Saro, who passed before I was old enough to walk due to a fatal ailment. I was born in the golden town of Skingrad in 4E 378 under the sign of the Shadow.
My childhood was a vague and usual one, while my adolescence was anything but. It was spent with my father training to become what he called an "Agent of Light."
He taught me not how to properly deflect enemy blows and counteract with my own, but instead how to remain unseen and undetected in hostile environments. He taught me how to silently strike my target and flee the scene, all whilst covering my tracks. He also coached me a great deal of Speechcraft, in case I ever needed to talk my way out of an unpleasant situation.
Father was a great mentor and although I've never witnessed him in the field, I know he's an even better agent. I'm now traveling on this luxuriously rickety old cart with a couple of battle-hardened Legionnaires to Skyrim, coldest place in Tamriel. Father says a civil war has broken out in the home of the Nords and that it'd be an excellent opportunity to hone my abilities.
I only half agree with him though as I loathe the cold, but I suppose he's got a point. He's tasked me with speaking to one of his few contacts in Skyrim: a Nordic beauty named Hulda, innkeeper of the Bannered Mare in the town of Whiterun, for a briefing of what's going on in the city.
And so my journey begins.
Restrictions:
- Difficulty set to Master
- HUD Opacity set to 0%
- Only carry 20% of maximum carrying capacity
- Only carry 30 arrows maximum
- Must fully sheathe weapon to use a potion
- "Never wet my blade with the blood of an innocent." (AC)
- Not allowed to harvest unreasonable items (for example; if a dead elk has a garnet, don't take it)
- Do not activate overpowered/unrealistic perks (for example; Shadow Warrior)
- Must sleep at least 8 hours a day
- Must eat a meal at least once a day
- Not allowed to swim while wearing armor
- Not allowed to swim in freezing water
- May only use in-game map at a known location
- Only allowed to fast travel by cart. When I arrive at my destination, I will deduct 80 coins from myself, totaling up to 100 coins for the ride.
- No use of exploits
- Upon death, I will sleep at an inn for 7 days and pay for 7 meals
- May only load from auto save in the event of a game freeze
- Must wait 4 hours after reading a spell tome
- Must wait 2 hours after reading a skill tome
- Must wait 1 hour after mining ore
- May not wait unless Cidius has something to keep himself preoccupied (for example; a tome)
- Only carry 10 lockpicks
- When looting the deceased, NEVER take their armor/clothing (gloves, boots, and jewelry are acceptable)
This journal will begin with Cidius at level 5 with the all perks in Sneak leading up to Assassin's Blade, as he a bit experienced with what he does.
I'll be updating this journal as frequently as I well possibly can. I hope you guys enjoy!
These restrictions and my previous journal was inspired by BIGwooly's Nord Refugee Character Diary - Hrisskar III.
Check it out, it's great!
Nord Refugee Character Diary - Hrisskar III | Skyrim Forums
I've gone by many names. I've been many different people.
I was Francois Abitius, advisor to Albecius Marius (esteemed member of the Elder Council who managed to wire a good chunk of the council's funds to himself), until he met his untimely demise and all of the coin he'd stolen was returned to its rightful owners.
I was Scar, member of the drug-trafficking, town-raiding, damsel-defiling bandit gang the Bloodlust Brigadiers. Our leader, Spike, had been kidnapping and raping women of various ages from every small settlement west of the Imperial City for years. That is, until my blade had a casual conversation with the groove of his neck and all of the imprisoned women mysteriously escaped.
My true name's Cidius Saro, youngest son of Audeius and Solena Saro and proud brother of Crassius Saro, who passed before I was old enough to walk due to a fatal ailment. I was born in the golden town of Skingrad in 4E 378 under the sign of the Shadow.
My childhood was a vague and usual one, while my adolescence was anything but. It was spent with my father training to become what he called an "Agent of Light."
He taught me not how to properly deflect enemy blows and counteract with my own, but instead how to remain unseen and undetected in hostile environments. He taught me how to silently strike my target and flee the scene, all whilst covering my tracks. He also coached me a great deal of Speechcraft, in case I ever needed to talk my way out of an unpleasant situation.
Father was a great mentor and although I've never witnessed him in the field, I know he's an even better agent. I'm now traveling on this luxuriously rickety old cart with a couple of battle-hardened Legionnaires to Skyrim, coldest place in Tamriel. Father says a civil war has broken out in the home of the Nords and that it'd be an excellent opportunity to hone my abilities.
I only half agree with him though as I loathe the cold, but I suppose he's got a point. He's tasked me with speaking to one of his few contacts in Skyrim: a Nordic beauty named Hulda, innkeeper of the Bannered Mare in the town of Whiterun, for a briefing of what's going on in the city.
And so my journey begins.
Restrictions:
- Difficulty set to Master
- HUD Opacity set to 0%
- Only carry 20% of maximum carrying capacity
- Only carry 30 arrows maximum
- Must fully sheathe weapon to use a potion
- "Never wet my blade with the blood of an innocent." (AC)
- Not allowed to harvest unreasonable items (for example; if a dead elk has a garnet, don't take it)
- Do not activate overpowered/unrealistic perks (for example; Shadow Warrior)
- Must sleep at least 8 hours a day
- Must eat a meal at least once a day
- Not allowed to swim while wearing armor
- Not allowed to swim in freezing water
- May only use in-game map at a known location
- Only allowed to fast travel by cart. When I arrive at my destination, I will deduct 80 coins from myself, totaling up to 100 coins for the ride.
- No use of exploits
- Upon death, I will sleep at an inn for 7 days and pay for 7 meals
- May only load from auto save in the event of a game freeze
- Must wait 4 hours after reading a spell tome
- Must wait 2 hours after reading a skill tome
- Must wait 1 hour after mining ore
- May not wait unless Cidius has something to keep himself preoccupied (for example; a tome)
- Only carry 10 lockpicks
- When looting the deceased, NEVER take their armor/clothing (gloves, boots, and jewelry are acceptable)
This journal will begin with Cidius at level 5 with the all perks in Sneak leading up to Assassin's Blade, as he a bit experienced with what he does.
I'll be updating this journal as frequently as I well possibly can. I hope you guys enjoy!
These restrictions and my previous journal was inspired by BIGwooly's Nord Refugee Character Diary - Hrisskar III.
Check it out, it's great!
Nord Refugee Character Diary - Hrisskar III | Skyrim Forums
