Oblivion why wont you die

It's what we do. The guilds and shops are west of the river. The homes are east of the river. Inns are near the gate and fountain. Guilds are north, by the Great Oak. Shops are near the fountain and up the street west to the chapel. Weynon Priory is outside the south gate, just past the stables.

The book store is up the street towards the chapel. Shops and guilds are mostly inside the north walls, while the chapel, homes, and one inn are inside the south walls. Two Sisters' Lodge is inside the south walls, in the west, near the gate.

The Fighters Guild is across the street from the Mages Guild. Shops, guilds, and inns are south of the chapel, and some shops are by the north wall. I was hoping you'd resist arrest. Here's the procedure. We go to the castle. First we search you, confiscate any stolen goods. Then you pay your fine, and we release you.

Her office is in the private chambers. But she's not there much. You can find her in the audience chamber in the mornings. She dines with the Countess from evening's eighth bell until midnight. She's either at the Grey Mare, or she is skulking around the Mages Guild, it seems. I'm on duty. The stupid lizard tried to blackmail the Countess. I wouldn't waste much time thinking about him any more. I don't think she has taken it off for days.

If you want to hear the whole story, talk to Hlidara. There's nothing to be done here. Aldos attacked first, and I had to defend myself. If you don't like it, take it up with Ulrich. I've got better things to do than listen to you whine.

He's a pompous fool, just like you. He might listen to your complaint. He's new and might be stupid enough to try and do something about it.

How anyone could have gotten in and out of there without being seen by our patrols is beyond me. Maybe that Prophet is right. Some kind of unholy doom visited upon us. I used to think he was crazy, but now he seems to be making some kind of sense. I hope that doesn't mean I'm going crazy now. I don't know you. I don't like you. And you're not dressed for it, anyway.

You seem a fine enough sort, but not so nice as I'm going to just let you in there. At least not dressed like that. A big, fancy dinner party. You seem likeable, but not so much that I'd just let you in there. And not dressed like that. I'll let you in. I'd better not regret this. But, you're dressed for it. Can't imagine dressing up for any other reason. Go on in. You can go in. Sorry to have bothered you.

The way the guards are reacting, it must be a threat. They're massing as if bracing for an attack. The portal is just outside the city walls through the west gates if you want to see for yourself.

Be careful, some say the gate leads to the realm of Oblivion itself! It's not safe here! A Palace Guard. Tierra , a member of the Kvatch City Watch. An Imperial Battlemage , guarding the Arcane University. An Avil City Guard patrolling the streets of Anvil. A Cheydinhal City Guard, patrolling the streets of Cheydinhal. An Imperial Guard, infront of the Imperial City gate.

Dion , a Guard Captain. Cancel Save. Universal Conquest Wiki. Anvil County Anvil. Gogan Langley Maelona. Bravil County Bravil. Viera Lerus Gaius Prentus. Bruma County Bruma. While the bad news will make Bernadette and Toutius scared and make them encourage you to tell the guards, Davide Surilie will go on his own personal rampage and kill Glarthir on the spot.

The obviously innocent suspects will react with:. If you choose to obey orders and kill everyone on the list of death, an anxious Glarthir will approach you and say: "Have you Thank you, thank you, thank you! I would have paid any amount to be rid of those watching eyes, always watching me Ha ha ha!

I'm FREE!! Whenever the quest ends, Glarthir will leave the Generic Owner Faction if he has joined it. After the quest, he may greet you on the street with any of the three lines: "I don't really feel comfortable talking to you right now. I can't talk right now! Never mind. If at the first meeting you don't agree to help, Glarthir will say: "Oh, well I, I understand. The danger is too great. You're right, you should stay out of this.

I'll just have to solve this myself. He will receive a disposition hit of 10 towards you, his house will unlock, and he will be added to the Generic Owner Faction.

He will then receive a 20 point boost to his disposition towards you and his aggression will increase to Bernadette, Toutius, and Davide will then be added to the People Glarthir Hates Faction, which decreases Glarthir's disposition towards them by He will head to his house to get his axe from his bedroom, and then find and kill all three of his enemies with Bernadette first, then Toutius, and finally Davide.

If you are not in the same cell as them when Glarthir finds them, they will automatically die and he will move on to the next one. After handing you his List of Death , he will greet you with: "Have you You're abandoning me now, just when I need you the most?! I understand. It is my problem, and I should solve it myself. You're right. I should never have involved you.

Good night. While on any of his rampages, if you try to speak to him he will say: "You said you wanted me to solve this myself. And I am. Drastic measures. Didn't want to, but you're right, it is the only way. The only way now. They think I don't see. I'll make them pay. I'm not a violent person, but I can only be pushed so far. All the evidence points to them. They've always feared me.

That I'll never act. Once the quest is over, if he killed any of the three victims, you may hear around town: "Hadn't you heard? He went crazy and killed Bernadette Peneles, poor girl. Glarthir went after Toutius Sextius with an axe. Killed him before the guards could do anything. No one even knows why. He went crazy and killed Davide Surilie with an axe! Nobody can figure out why. I guess no one knew how crazy he really was. He went crazy and started attacking people with an axe!

Luckily the guards stopped him before he killed anyone. I guess someone finally got tired of his crazy behavior. But at least we stopped him in time, thanks to you. Thank the Nine that the guard stopped him before he killed someone!

Lives in the big house on the corner, southwest of the Chapel. Don't worry, he's harmless. Jump to: navigation , search. Glarthir's House. Skingrad Citizen ; Glarthir. The gold. But there is someone else I need you to investigate. Excellent work. There will be a bonus in this for you, don't worry. Well, if that was the only solution I suppose I should thank you. So you're saying that neither Bernadette Peneles or Toutius Sextius is part of the conspiracy against me?

Hard to believe. I wonder, what price betrayal We shall see I do have one more name for you. Now I need you to investigate one more person for me. Trust me, you've earned it. There is one last person that needs looking into, though.

They've gotten to you too! Not one of them involved in the conspiracy, and you expect me to believe that?! Now I know for sure that they are all in on it. And therefore they all have to die. Starting with you!! I was sure A friend indeed! Take it with my thanks.

I believe it must have been fate that brought the two of us together. Children moved out but somehow neglected to take their belongings with them. Past lives added up: What do you do with the records from the Girl Scout troop you oversaw for a dozen years?

Their homes are sleek and streamlined, pared down, meant for easy movement and recalibrated lives. They travel light. Part of me admires that. I, too, was young once. I can remember the allure of thinking I could pivot at any moment and change my surroundings, head off to Paris or New York City with nothing more than the clothes on my back.

Two decades ago, she and her late husband moved from the home they built themselves when they were married, in the foothills of Central PA, to a much smaller one-story place in an over community. That means Doug and I are going through our second stage of parrying her proffers of taxidermied deer heads and World War II uniforms and lawn ornaments.

This time around, I feel her pain — well, maybe not for the deer heads. My situation is, ahem, somewhat further complicated by the fact that a lot of my most cherished belongings — the blue-and-white ceramic elephant occupying the fireplace hearth, the mid-century sideboard in the dining room, the Art Deco candlesticks — have no meaning for anyone. I bought stuff just because I liked it and no longer had to worry the kids and their friends would break it with errant field-hockey sticks. It would be a lot to ask anyone else to adopt that elephant.

Even though — and I think this shows admirable restraint — it was part of a pair, and I only bought one. At this point, my home is so knickknack-heavy that it resembles a Victorian parlor crammed with scrimshaw and broidery and antimacassars and artwork made from human hair. This is, literally, a description of my living room, so long as you include the elephants.

Hey, whimsy is my middle name. Living through a pandemic has a way of making you think about death and dying. Now, we cross our fingers and pray the missing goods will just enjoy their new, more active home.