{"id":86,"date":"2008-09-30T03:23:50","date_gmt":"2008-09-30T03:23:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/livinginoblivion.wordpress.com\/?p=86"},"modified":"2012-06-15T22:09:12","modified_gmt":"2012-06-16T06:09:12","slug":"dog-day-afternoon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.screencuisine.net\/livinginoblivion\/nondricks-non-adventure\/dog-day-afternoon\/","title":{"rendered":"Dog Day Afternoon"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In the interest of keeping this blog a bit more lively, I&#8217;m going to try something several people suggested: post more often but with shorter posts. That way, I don&#8217;t feel like I have to write a book every time I sit down to play and blog, which hopefully means I will play, and blog, more often.<\/p>\n<p>Anyway. Cheydinhal. I made it in early this morning, and as a result, Nondrick doesn&#8217;t manage to crawl out of bed until afternoon. Not much on the roster today except to sell the loot I accumulated during the trip &#8212; the many bits of weapons and armor I took off the people who forced me to kill them. Also, if you remember, Nondrick contracted Helljoint, a disease carried by wolves. Gonna have to do something about that, too. It&#8217;s a family motto of his: &#8220;Undiseased joints are better than diseased joints.&#8221; Not the snappiest motto, but they were poor and it was all they could afford.<\/p>\n<p>Just down the street from the hotel, I find a weapon and armor shop. There I sell the axes and armor cluttering up my inventory. I stroll out with about 900gp.<\/p>\n<p>Considering how badly I&#8217;ve been getting pounded lately, I decide I need to beef up my defenses. So long, leather cuirass. So long, newly acquired iron cuirass. I&#8217;m moving up to steel, baby. It costs a pretty penny, but the assorted bandits, brigands, and beasties outside the cities are toughening up, and I&#8217;ve got to keep stride.<\/p>\n<p>I go with the steel cuirass, iron greaves and boots, trade in my leather shield for an iron one, and nab an iron helmet. Naturally, after selling the armor off my back I forget to put on my new purchases, and wander around outside half-naked for a little while.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/screencuisine.net\/nmd\/npc\/chey01.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"425\" height=\"253\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Eventually, I realize my mistake and check out my new duds.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/screencuisine.net\/nmd\/npc\/chey02.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"425\" height=\"329\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Eh. <em>Kinda <\/em>badass. Too bad the helmet doesn&#8217;t cover more of the face, though. The face remains a problem.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m going to spend the day in town, and I don&#8217;t want to clank around the whole time, so I head to a trade goods shop for some street clothes. I also mix and sell some potions, as is my M.O. After all the selling and spending, I&#8217;m around 550 gold.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/screencuisine.net\/nmd\/npc\/chey03.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"425\" height=\"312\" \/><\/p>\n<p>There. Lookin&#8217; like an alchemist again. I hit up the Mage&#8217;s Guild, too, hoping to sell some potions and maybe find a &#8216;Heal Other&#8217; spell I can use on Beaker the next time bandits turn him into a pin-cushion. No luck. The mage on duty has a few affordable spells, but nothing to heal a hurt horsie. I buy some ingredients and mix &#8217;em, winding back up around 900 gold again.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/screencuisine.net\/nmd\/npc\/chey07.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"425\" height=\"334\" \/><\/p>\n<p>I come across an abandoned house as I&#8217;m wandering around. Hmm. If there&#8217;s a bed in there, it&#8217;d be a free place to sleep while I&#8217;m in town. The door is locked, but my psychic powers clearly identify the house as being abandoned&#8230; it&#8217;s a little against type, but I pick the lock and slip into the house. Harmless enough.<\/p>\n<p>The place is pretty trashed. Cobwebs, broken furniture. No bed, but I find a couple souvenirs for my own home: a couple mugs, a bowl, a plate, a broom. A real find is crammed under a shelf: a book!<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/screencuisine.net\/nmd\/npc\/chey10.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"425\" height=\"236\" \/><\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s called Waters of Oblivion. It&#8217;s worth 75 gold, but I think I&#8217;ll keep it.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/screencuisine.net\/nmd\/npc\/chey08.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"425\" height=\"528\" \/><\/p>\n<p>I said keep it. Not read it. Snore!<\/p>\n<p>In the basement I find a huge ancient evil talking door.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/screencuisine.net\/nmd\/npc\/chey09.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"425\" height=\"302\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Plus, in a crate, I find a burlap shirt and some shoes. Sweet!<\/p>\n<p>Back outside, it&#8217;s a crummy day. Raining, pretty dark. I meet a drunk, a couple beggers, and a guy who threatens to have me arrested for some reason. Nice town, I guess? Not feelin&#8217; the love. I also meet a hot elf chick who really likes dogs.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/screencuisine.net\/nmd\/npc\/chey04.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"425\" height=\"324\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Well, heck, I&#8217;ve got a disgusting dog disease. Does that do anything for you, sweet thing?<\/p>\n<p>Speaking of which, it&#8217;s already gotten a bit late, and that disgusting dog disease still needs curing. It&#8217;s draining my speed and agility, plus, I&#8217;m feeling the urge to lick my own butt.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/screencuisine.net\/nmd\/npc\/chey05.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"425\" height=\"241\" \/><\/p>\n<p>In this game, you can get any disease cured for no cost &#8212; Oblivion is practically Canada in that respect. You just have to visit a chapel and get your pray on. There&#8217;s someone already standing at the altar, so I patiently wait in line. Nondrick is a gentleman.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/screencuisine.net\/nmd\/npc\/chey06.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"425\" height=\"207\" \/><\/p>\n<p>While I&#8217;m standing there, though, waiting for the lady in front of me to finish whatever the hell she&#8217;s doing, I realize something. I don&#8217;t think Nondrick is really much of a praying man. He just doesn&#8217;t strike me as religious. I don&#8217;t think he opposes religion, but, let&#8217;s face it, the only reason I&#8217;d visit a church is to hit on a priestess or get my body cleansed of canine filth.<\/p>\n<p>Besides, aren&#8217;t I somewhat of an alchemist now? I&#8217;m not really supporting the trade if every time I get the sniffles I go running to the Gods for a hankie. I&#8217;m a man of science. Dammit, I&#8217;m not going to pray for a cure. I&#8217;m going to cure myself.<\/p>\n<p>I leave the church and head back to the hotel to bed down for the night. That&#8217;s it. I&#8217;ve wanted to find a quest, a personal quest, I mean, for Nondrick to undertake. Ever since I met that weirdo obsessed with tomatoes I&#8217;ve wanted for Nondrick to have some sort of personal goal for himself. I think this might be it.<\/p>\n<p>Look, if Oblivion had achievements, surely this would be one. &#8220;As an alchemist, cure a disease using a potion you created from ingredients you gathered.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Screw the church. <em>I&#8217;ll<\/em> cure what ails me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In the interest of keeping this blog a bit more lively, I&#8217;m going to try something several people suggested: post more often but with shorter posts. 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