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It's early 2012 and I'm playing The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion. Why? Because I (finally) can. Join me on my path to glory and the stabilization of the status quo in almost-Tolkien-land.
It's early 2012 and I'm playing The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion. Why? Because I (finally) can. Join me on my path to glory and the stabilization of the status quo in almost-Tolkien-land.
As I leave Skingrad, I spot something
burning ahead of me by the roadside. I take my time and check out the
plants by the roadside, none of them being nightshade. When I come
closer, my greatest fears come true: The burning is actually a portal
to hell. Another Oblivion-gate has opened, right here in front of the
city of Skingrad. As I get closer, which I must as it is right by the
road, the sky turns red and, to someone with Martors disease,
alarmingly bright. I decide to ignore the gate for now and move on,
when I suddenly find myself surrounded by three goblins attacking
from all sides. Martor fights off the ambush with an alarming lack of
efficiency, his shield breaking in the process. Once more, I have
neglected weapon-repair and now I pay the price. Badly injured, I
manage to fend off the creatures and then see, that it wasn't an
ambush but me, distracted by the hellgate, having stumbled into their
campsite.