Eothar adventures, Part 1

This old mf you see here is my character. His name is Eothar. He has survived the Oblivion crisis and became addicted to the thrill of adventure, the thirst for the blood, fame, riches and trophies like any overpowered guy in his position would do.

Recently, he decided that he should take a more active role as a Knight commander of the Knights of the Nine and the leader of the Knights of the Horn (he wasn't sure if they were still officially a knighthood, but they had a fucking lot of resources, more than any other military faction in Cyrodiil ,excluding the legion). And so, he decided to entrust his comrades with the opportunity to take part on his (pretty random) adventures.

He was a bit hesitant at first, because there was a high chance that they would meet a rather tragic end more sooner than later (mostly because of their bad I.A package) but that was what they signed up for after all, and they would die out of boredom otherwise.

In other worlds, his men would be a disposable force, but considering that the game doesn't have squad orders and that he could only take one guy from each faction with him, it was just inevitable.

First step was to pay a visit to the Priory of the Nine. Since it was located in the depths of the Great Forest (and that there's a bug that prevents you from fast travelling with your followers) Eothar and his brand new squire had a nice stroll in the wilderness, after leaving the garrison with the intent to reach Battlehorn castle before midnight.

After a couple of encounters with hostile creatures, the knight that Eothar picked (whose name couldn't recall) decided that it was wiser to fight barehanded, instead of relying on his daedric longsword. Eothar wasn't particularly fond of monks (he tought they were all pretty fucking useless) but there wasn't anything he could do about it.

They just spotted a small settlement that was inhabited by some friendly folk that didn't had any useful information. They didn't even had a tavern.

So the Knights of the Nine got some representation, now it was the time for the Knights of the Horn to get some action. The warriors reached Battlehorn castle at last, and Eothar took a random nameless guy under his command, who was more aptly equipped for the job than the other knight, sporting a full steel plate armor and an ebony longsword. So when it came to his comrades chances of survival, Eothar bets were all on him.

They hit the main road looking pretty awesome, and decided that they would enter the first dungeon they would come across

It didn't took long to distinguish an ayleid ruin in the distance. Eothar said some words of advice (he warned them about some of the death traps they would encounter while raiding the abandoned cities of the infamous elves, as well as the names of some of the creatures that would have to face for sure) and they entered.

Things went wrong pretty fast. After being outnumbered by a couple of monsters, the steel plate warrior fell dead.

Eothar felt quite guilty. He probably over-estimated the protection that the soldier gear was able to provide against the might of the monsters, so he didn't checked the man health bar as much as he should.

The Knight of the Nine, on the other hand, got his ass miracolously intact.