R.I.P: 02/15/2012
Due to lack of interest, “The Tale of Kate Macka” has been discontinued.
Q: Why?
A: Didn’t you read the part above about ‘lack of interest’. My interest is lacking.
Q: Well, will you at least tell us what happened to Kate?
A: Lets just leave it at “Magic”.
Q: Will this blog ever be updated again?
A: Tough question. The only thing I can say for sure is “Maybe”.
Q: So should I just unsubscribe?
A: No. A true believer in all that is good and righteous would never turn their back on a friend. And we’re friends, aren’t we?
Any other questions? Ask Kate!
“There are so many people with requests who still need my help.”, I said while gesturing to my pocket. “But if you need help, I’m your cat!”
“Good, I was almost ready to give up searching for a participant for my experiment. Just stand in the middle of the room and try not to move.” he replied.
When I asked Arniel what type of magic he was going to use he spoke quickly about it being a new type of magic he had only recently discovered. An incantation that was so incredibly complex that I wouldn’t even be able to grasp even the most simple explanation of what he was about to do. I was about to inquire if the spell was going to hurt, but Arniel cut me off when he started. In deep concentration he chanted in the forgotten language for many minutes before anything happened.
Then everything happened at once. There was a great flash of light and I was bathed in brilliant stream of light many times brighter than the sun. The fur from the tip of my ears to the tops of my feet stood on end. The feeling of the air became heavy, stale, with a curious faint whiff of fresh strawberries.
As Arniel continued to chant, everything in the room, even the stones themselves shuttered like they were afraid. The world around me seemed to balloon and wriggle as the power of Arniel’s invocation grew. The scent strawberries rose to an overpowering stench to my heightened Khajiit scenes. There was a great pinch in the middle of my body as my armor was pressed into my flesh. When the final word passed Arniel’s lips, everything seemed to twist then fold over into its self and I was swallowed into the white nothingness.
Before leaving the Winterhold College I did a little exploring and discovered a fellow named Arniel Gane.
He claims to be working on something extremely important, a newly discovered type of magic, but won’t tell me anything more until I decide to help him. He further claims to need help that only I, as an experienced adventurer, can provide.
Need at least three votes before I continue.
Should I help Arniel Gane?
I thought it wise to take a break before continuing on another pointless quest.
Savos Aren thought it wise to stand away from an angry khajiit.
The person Tolfdir sent me to see, Savos Aren, didn’t know anything about a giant floating ball-thing, so he sent me on my own mission of discovery. I was to learn about the sphear all by my little-kitty-lonesome.
It figures that no one would help me…
Then faster than you can recite the Skyrim national anthem, I spirited my way back to the College of Winterhold.
Tolfdir told me to relay the experience in Saarthal and the discovery of one giant glowing ball-thing.
Who sent them? The easiest way was to search their pockets, so I quickly rifled through their things.
Letter, “Here is the agreed upon amount. I expect you to faithfully carry out my request to teach a lesson to the thief Kate Macka. You need not kill her, but I have no qualms about it if you deem it necessary.
— Markarth City Guard
I need answers that only busting skulls can bring.
These thugs must have been paid well, because they foolishly went against a fully armed and armored Khajiit. They didn’t stand a chance.
Tolfdir said to return to the college and tell… whoever of what we discovered. The exit wasn’t too far so it was no big deal.
However, once I exited Saarthal, I was ambushed!
When I saw this ball, I couldent figure out how I was supposed to loot this.
Then a thought popped into my mind, “Na na, na na na na na na na na Katamari Damacy”
It sure is a happy coincidence that Tolfdir happened to show up when he did. Now he can upt that brain to use explaining what the hell this giant glowing sphear is.
Tolfdir: “Now why would something like this be burred so far under Saarthal?”
Because it’s dangerous! Duh!
Oh, great, looks like Tolfdir caught up with me. But how he got in here is a mystery. There are no other entrances other than the one I took, and I had to unlock everything as I went!
Well, whatever, at least now I have someone to talk with as I explore.
There are these rooms in Saarthal. I don’t know who designed them, but they’re idiots.
The object is to release the trap guarding the switch. To do so, you must rotate the pillars so the correct glyph is facing out. What glyph it correct? It’s the one clearly displayed just behind the pillar!
Friggn’ idiots.
I know they’re traps just as much as the person who set them, but it’s just too fun to avoid them.
Yet another strange mark on the floor…
But this one is blue, not red, so it must mean it’s the opposite of the last trap. This one must be a good trap, right?
