And so kingcomrade heads to Lady Syl's dungeon, where he fetches her chief torturer fellow. As you can see, he is ever-alert and watchful for enemies of the court of dementia.
He is also incredibly shiny. This appears to be a recurring theme. Is it WACKEE? No.
Kithlan claims to know nothing about any shading dealings. I know he is lying, because he's black.
After one or two shocks, Rodney King reveals that Anya something-or-other was looking more nervous than usual. kingcomrade knew of her, he'd seen her about the court, blocking him in corridors and being ginger at him without provocation. She would be zapped, too.
I could get used to this.
The furry is hiding something, but won't reveal it without evidence of some kind. So we decide to go and torture Sickly Bertha or whatever her name was.
After brutally electrocuting her several times, kingcomrade politely and civilly pays for one of her beds, and levels up.
She claims to have seen the furry meeting with the captain of Syl's guard. We go and torture her too.
She reveals nothing whatsoever. However, we soon discover - probably through torturing more people, though I can't really remember - that she and the furry have been meeting at night somewhere in Crucible. kingcomrade decides to follow them to see what is to be discussed.
A-ha! Proof of their treachery, at last. However, kingcomrade is sad, because this means he's probably going to have to stop electrocuting random citizens. He confronts the furry with the knowledge of their meeting, and the deviant reveals the true reason behind the plot to kill Syl...
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He says to meet with him at midnight to receive hard evidence of the guard captian's involvement, so kc waits a while then heads to his house.
Surprise!
Upstairs, in a drawer, he finds a blade conveniently bearing the name of the guard captain, and takes this newfound evidence to her in the court of dementia.
Sadly, I do not get to torture her again. She claims that some random fortune teller woman is behind it all, which I somehow doubt, until I enter her home.
She's an Altmer.
Now, I don't know why, but Oblivion seems to have a fetish for making the villains Altmer. Mankar Camoran? Altmer. Not sure how much sense that makes, can't really remember the lore behind him. King of Worms? Altmer. What? He's not an Altmer go away. Umaril from Knights of the Ni? Looks like a fucking Altmer to me.
Anyway.
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She's quickly taken to the Dementia dungeon.
As you can see, the torturer is again as alert as ever. A stalwart bastion of alert-ness, he is.
Duchess comes downstairs, kills her, etc. The end. I'll admit, torturing people was fun, but this has potential to be a far more interesting quest than it was.
Okay but I'm going to kill you two quests from now fyi
And now... back to Sheogorath. Sigh.
Instead of being WACKEE at me, he actually explains a bit about the plot and what I'm supposed to be doing. Which would be nice if anyone with half a brain hadn't worked it out already. Except there appears to be a slight twist.
"I'll be you? wat" kingcomrade asks, somewhat worried. He doesn't want a stupid beard.
Don't do as he commands, that is, not avoid thinking about it. They don't encourage thinking around here.
And, finally, my next quest. Apparently I've to light some beacon thing which two squads of Golden Saints and Fat Seducers are fighting over.
Well, that conversation wasn't too bad, no
particularly stupid jokes or anything. I then ask him about the Obelisks again, however...
.............................................................................
Okay. Deep breaths. One wasn't bad. Even that one. Calm... soothing... calm... happiness. Bliss. Cheer. Puppies. RAAAAEGA aegaegak[etsmd'hzdhpdzhpodhpooho]\[phkzhlhp[lkh[p nononononononohnopo god why
Okay looking at the map we are quite far from where we need to be
sigh
Actually had a decently challenging fight with this guy. And only a novitiate, apparently. Though that probably just means his boss won't appear until I'm level 15.
The view can be nice sometimes.
Run into one of those Obelisk things along the way. Wary of any possible free sweetrolls, kingcomrade approaches and begins feeding surplus Hearts of Order into it before any knights can spawn.
Sadly, as it turns out, this approach just means that (since two or three apparently spawn per heart used) you get gangraped.
Fucking shit halp
Ran into a nice, pleasant village just beside the Obelisk. It is particularly pleasant because there are no people around. kingcomrade hates people for what they have done to Mother Gaia.
WILL YOU GET MY MEDALLION BACK NOBLE SIR
Oh, apparently kc has a water-walking constant effect now. Not sure when that happened. Don't really care. Anyway, he heads into the ruins and meets with the Fat Seducer leader.
Predictable like this quest
The battle music starts pounding, and kingcomrade waits in suspense alongside the noble Fatling archers.
The battle music continues pounding, and kingcomrade waits in suspense alongside the noble Fatling archers.
Then a small ragtag group of Golden Saints enter the passage, kingcomrade jumps down and hacks up their leader (without actually realising that was who he was fighting - if there's one thing that can be said for Oblivion combat, it's that it's suitably confusing and hectic when there are a lot of people involved) and... that was about it.
The Fatmother moves forwards to sacrifice herself to the Altar of Despair. What about the Altar of Rapture the Golden Saints had been guarding? Aren't we supposed to light that too?
Oh well.
kingcomrade steps into the beacon, and receives the holy flame. As in, literally receives the holy flame.
I DO BELIEVE I AM ON FIYAH
FIRE FIRE! FIRE FIRE! FIIIIIIIIIIRE
He enters the great chapel of Arden-Sul. kc seems to hear a lot about this chap. Never quite bothered working out who he is/was.
No I am helping Dementia for some reason I was never certain of go awa-
Go on.
Oh. Fuck off.
kingcomrade, dispirited and blueballed, heads off to talk to the Dementia priest instead.
Sounds like kc alright. As he rules General Discussion through fear, he himself is in turn ruled by fear.
After lighting the beacon and receiving a hilariously useless piece of armour (full-body piece with no AC value - guhbuh), kingcomrade turns to see Sheogorath doing his retard-golf-clap in the pews. He grits his teeth and approaches.
Start.
Start.
Start.
Please god let it end soon.
Oh, that sounds a bit more like it. Surely great political power struggles and intrigue await me! And if you believe there's even a slight chance of that for even a second, I have a bridge in London to sell you.
A complex ritual, you say? In order to avoid confusion, kingcomrade requests only the details of how it is performed. No need to muddle his head with really stupid backstory.
Imaginative!
Well that's, uh... rather more interesting.
So which court should I choose to rule, RPGCodex? The future of kingcomrade lies in your hands.