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Rados:
Eager to join in on the fight, but doesn’t know what he’s getting himself in to.
Happy to help, jolly disposition
Works as blacksmith, well built and slightly tall
Gradually becomes more disturbed and depressed as main quest progresses, because of sights he sees and troubles of Kingdom.
Wracked with despair after Main Quest 9 when returned from Scuttling Void. Goes drinking in INN.
35-45 years old
First met at Main Quest 5 in his small hamlet “Tebandra”; pleasant village that’s detached from the horrors of the Reach.
Wants to live up to legacy of grandfather; Mados. Not too keen after Main Quest 9, just wants to get away.

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{Fine workshop you have here, do you get many orders?}

Oh all the time, all sorts of idiots out east who keep breaking whatever we send them. Yet, without them, I'd be out of work.

{Mind if I use it?}

Sure, but this is a worskhop, not a charity. You'll be using your own material.

But if you need any advice, ask away. I'll be here til dusk, and I always appreciate good company.

{Is there a place I can stay around here?}

A place to wet your beak? Got the the Inn just above us, if you ever want to find me when I'm not here, there I'll be.

Hard work deserves a hard drink, and I'm up to my gills in that rum every night.

{Not something to be proud of}

You've never had a good drink, what a waste.

{I love myself a drink, I'll be there later}

Here's to rum! Where would be without it. Ugh, wish I had a glass on me.

Just imagine I do, now toast.


{Hello, Rados, I'm <Alias=Player>. Got a message from Arnima.}

Good day! Nice to see you people haven't been overrun by plague. The moment I hear you cough though...

Ah, come for the beer I promised? Won't be getting off for a few hours still..

Wait, I never told you my name. Agh, Of course, the secret's out.

{It's about your grandfather Mados, namely, his armor...}

Oh by the Eight, not again! Will my children be expected to become fabled heroes too?

{So you've been sought out before, unsurprisingly.}

Bah, a dozen times at least, and my father before me. Each time someone's horse is stolen or some Exiles mug a merchant...

{I doubt that Mados concerned himself with such...}

Tell me about it! They claim to respect him, yet they put him on display in death, deny the old man burial for years!

Ah, you seem alright, and I do hate to make you a bearer of bad news. Let me fetch you some wine for your trouble...

{No, Rados, you have to come with me. Have you heard about the Witchmen?}

Who hasn't, why?

{They aren't entirely themselves, some really strange magic is afoot, strange and very dark. And they're getting ready to make a move on Arnima.}

Dark magic... That actually sounds worthy of Mados.

You know what? You're right. Last thing I want is to go down in history as "Rados twice as tall and twice as yellow as any". I'm in, friend. Lead the way.

{Do you know how to wield a weapon?}

I'm still in my apron and the blisters have made my palms as hard as the armor I craft. What do you think?

{Well, have you ever wielded a weapon against another?}

That's the right question. Well, it's been a long time since my last fateful encounter; Wayrest - not something I wish to relive.

But that was a dirty war, wasn't much sense to it. Had my weapon been pointed at something more foul then I'd have had no qualms.

{Well we're going up against those witchmen}

What? Now? Need time to greet old friends you know, may be the only chance I get.

{It'll be a quick and quiet job, we get behind their lines without drawing attention and we hit their leader}

Come up with this plan all by yourself? Those savages may be daft but it doesn't make 'em any less dangerous. Gods knows what else has changed since I last smelled their stink...

{We may not be alone, I suspect we'll have friendly company up there}

The mind is telling me no but my heart screams otherwise, I know this may be the only time to make up for the past. Get over the drink and face reality again...

Mados needs an heir, and none of his sons have measured up to his legacy since. With this, I'm going to change that.

{Good, get your armor on and we'll set off}

Got me giddy friend, hope we get our names in the history books for this.


[Rados searches chest for grandfather's armor]

Let's see what we've got....... Ebony armor! This stuff is a fortune. But I suppose Mados deserved no less. As soon as I put it on we'll be off.

[Rados meets with other character after entering oblivion]

I never asked to be a part of this jack. What dungpit have we landed in?

You're the boss.

[Rados talks to other characters after surviving assault from Oblivion]

Not sure any title can make up for the things I saw in that terrible realm, before any celebrations, let me have a rest.

{And what was Raven Spring like?}

Oh, none too unusual. There was even a joke that that's what you'd call a temple, a sewer and a wall brought together.

However, there was a real sense of community! We were proud like the Reachmen should be. We are older than the three Empires combined, most of the world doesn't know we exist and the Bretons want to believe we don't.

Back then Mortifayne seemed like the finest lord the place has ever had. Strict but fair, blunt but honest, a terrific swordsman on top of that.

{It's as if we were speaking of two different towns entirely.}

Well, the Siege of Raven Spring had changed it all. Those two months broke some in ways healers could do nothing about.

The hero's death, the doom of Grey Belmor, the bodies mounted on the pikes... My father couldn't handle Mados's demise - took to the bottle and in the following years there wasn't much left of him.

And Mortifayne had lost his wife. That alone had made the man once called "Made-of-Iron" fearful for his life, secretive and cruel. And soon he had the bodies on the pikes make a return.

This new Mortifayne could've been Made of Iron alright, so many he had put to death with it.

{So he did go mad. Why didn't anybody oppose his rule?}

Anyone could be accused of treason and put to death neither painless nor swift, so the people were afraid of gathering or even talking too loud. We felt like we were living on borrowed time.

No one dared speak up against the lord, but by that time he was so severely paranoid he needed an excuse rather than a reason.

And all of it under the watchful dead eye of old Mados, hoisted like a deer carcass. It was sickening.

So I left, simple as that. Some would say I should've tried to be the big damn hero; Jackos had a plan ready, no doubt, but it's the soul of the town that was gone, and bringing that back is no task for a blade.

And that's the end of my story so far.

{And quite a story that is.}

As always to you foreigners.

{What was the Reach like before all this? The Witchmen, the Orcs?}

That's simple, there was no Reach before that. The Reach is and has always been its people, and the Reachmen haven't had a calm night in centuries.

Orcs, Witchmen, Nords, Bretons... And it's not like the Bretons themselves get along.

{Here I thought I've left the civil war in Skyrim.}

You wish. There's a bleeding mess of a kingdom next to ours called Wayrest, and some fourteen years ago we went to war with it. King Uther, also called "the Owl"...

{For his wisdom?}

Nay, his cheeks. Well, Uther had some beautiful daughters you see, each one from a different queen, and King Sigmayne was quite fond of one of them. Something Uther wasn't too fond of himself.

In the span of two weeks, more than a thousand men were dead on both sides. Such was the war over a princess's cunny.

{Well, a beautiful woman is as good a cause as any.}

Not when she is 9 years of age.

{Oh...}

Damn near cost His Majesty his head, as during one of his visits Uther had Sigmayne taken prisoner and his retainers banished from the kingdom.

{That's a solid precaution against the war. Did he escape?}

Aye, some weeks later. Small wonder he wanted to see Wayrest go up in flames after such humiliation.

I was levied three days after, and a week later the army was well on the move towards Wayrest.

Must've looked weird back in Evermore, since another week later Uther surrendered. Couldn't do it before so many of his own men were slaughtered, it seems.

Funny thing is, I've always hoped to visit the city of Wayrest as a child. Now I'm partly to blame I never will.

{Tell me about the war itself. Those two weeks you mentioned.}

Nasty is the word that comes to mind. We were outnumbering them six to one but the skirmishes were so fierce our Aventuriers had set the countryside ablaze with their spells.

Those were windy months, so by the time my unit had reached the city of Wayrest the smoke was everywhere, and let me tell you, war is hard enough even when you can breathe.

{That does sound rough. What happened to Wayrest after they've surrendered?}

Nothing good. The trade had stopped, the crime ran rampant and in the following years not a corner remained in the entire realm that wasn't raided and sacked.

Today, one of the Bay's largest cities is not even worth conquering anymore, and half our military has to guard the border against those who blame Evermore.

{I wonder... How did Sigmayne manage to escape after all?}

That's no wonder, he was broken out by the hand-picked squad of scouts. They crossed the border wearing burlap robes and posing for pilgrims.

One of them, a devout priest of Mara running an "orphanage", paid some guards off to "see the molester-King and spit in his face"... made quite a scene, you can imagine!

He also passed Sigmayne a scroll of Recall with a Mark already placed in the woods nearby. Not a single drop of blood shed.

{And you know this how exactly?}

Well, it wasn't me who told you this but a certain scout commander from Arnima kind of came up with the whole plan.

{Jackos?}

Wasn't me who told you, friend.

{You've got friends in Arnima. Friends got to mean something in a place like this.}

Well I wasn't planning on leaving my friends, you know. I was leaving the town Raven Spring had become.

{Do you know how to wield a weapon?}

Come on, I'm not that old. Still have all the years of training fresh in the veins.

And don't forget my trade, what sort of Blacksmith wouldn't test his craft?

{Well, have you still got the mettle to use those skills against another?}

Depends on who the unlucky bastard is. I haven't travelled all the way here to extort some poor fool if that's what you're thinking.

{No, we're going against the witchmen}

Ha, thought you'd give us a breather before taking on that beast. Hope you got everything in order before we set off, one wrong step and we're done for.

{Jackos will most likely be joining us, we will travel unseen. And we will escape unseen.}

Never fancied myself an assassin, just missing my dagger and youth.

If I heard even a hint of hesitation in your voice through all this, I'd have packed up and returned west. Guessing Jackos and the others share your confidence.

And in all honesty, I'm excited. Wayrest may have sapped my will for fighting but it never went away.

Now then, I'll be seeing to my gear. May have the skin of a cow's hide, but I still bleed like any other.

{What are you going to do now?}

Would make haste for home with what little energy I got left - but i'd collapse half way no doubt. Yet after what's happened here, it's a risk I'd be willing to take.

{Everyone's in a panic, you're among company}

That's the problem though ain't it? You heard that bastard just before we fell him, it's this damn misery here that caused it all.

{What do you expect them to do?}

You're right, we can't force those who've lost to stop grieving. *Sigh* shouldn't be listenin' to the words of some demon anyway.

An' you know what, I've changed my mind about Mados. This town can keep him, what black hearted son-of-a-bitch would deprive these people further. Least I can do.

Wouldn't want Mados scorning me from whatever heaven he's in either, this is his home - an' he's staying.

{I'm sure Mados would be proud of your feats}

Father used to tell us all the tales of Mados, stories that made for the tallest tomes. And if I've learned one thing tonight, it's that I'm not my grandfather.

He was one of a kind, but the gods know we need another in times like this.

{Where will you be heading now then?}

Got my mind set on the Inn - here's hoping it's still standing. As you said, I'll have company - we'll all be drinking our worries away.

After that, I'll see to that Knighhood - those privileges sure sound pleasing right now.

{I'll be getting mine in the meantime.}

Not often do we simple folk get this opportunity - better hurry before they change their mind!

*Sigh* Gods I need to drink.

[Rados talks to player, slightly drunk within the Inn]

Come to talk to me? Sit down, don’t wanna feel like you’re interrogating me.

[player sits down]

*hic* Better.

{How are you, Rados? What are you gonna do now?}

[sounds sad and a little tipsy throughout the conversation] I want to leave. Run more like. I know I already did once, but this time I’ve paid my dues to the realm once and for all.

{The king will surely recognize saving him from the Daedra as a civic duty, eh?}

[laughs a little] Aye, he should. Agh, I could’ve had Mados’s courage, resolve, willpower, even cruelty. And all I get is his iron gut, can’t even get rightly drunk!
[cools down, worried] And I keep hearing them, those poor souls from Oblivion. Why couldn’t we find them? Save them? Maybe we just didn’t try hard enough...

{Hey, hey! Look at me, Rados.}

[slowly] Aye, alright.

{That place tried to affect us and I felt it too, believe me, but the weepers weren't real. And we did good. We saved the goddamn world, Rados.}

You’re… you’re right. Damn shame about Jack, though. You’ve no idea what a man he were! To sly for a Reachman but every bit as honourable.
I hope he’s alright after all. Because gods know I ain’t. Now, leave me to my drink. Iron gut or not, I’ll keep trying.

[Player encounters a very drunk Rados]

{Are you alright, Rados?}

Me? Yeah *cough* fine, just a bit too much rum, again. ha.

Gods, I'm pathetic aren't I? Can't even stomach a few beers any more.

All to cover what happened there, that damned pit of hell. Why did we ever go?

{It put a strain on all our minds...}

Nah *Burps* you don't get it, was having these problems way before then. Even after the battles against Wayrest... Always the bottle, just drowned in the bottle.

Thought I could join you on a hero's journey, you know. Without falling to this state again, was going well up until we fought that ugly flying bastard.

Had plans for a Hero's journey, you know, get the same treatment as Mados. Thought I was done with this, the drinking, the fool.

All up till we battled that ugly bastard up north. And it just got so much worse in that cursed town.

{That demon in the north, with all the witchmen?}

Yeah. Yeah that's the one, that's when the thirst started again. Thought of dashing back to Arnima - down a whole keg.

But before my first sip the ground started shaking and the skies became blood. Then the screams... And, you know the rest.

Almost had it down my throat, gods I can still taste it on my lips. Then it started, screaming and red skies. And, well you know the rest.

{But we triumphed over them, that's something to be proud of.}

If you're a born warrior yeah, but I aint. Don't ya get it friend? I aint my grandfather, never will be. Not got the mettle.

I tried so hard to live up to his legacy but I can't, I just hit the drink after every battle and it changes me.

Tried pushing myself to be him, to make Mados' legacy mean something. But I wasn't bested by shamans or sorcery.

But the drink, oh the sweet, pure drink.

No longer Rados the jolly, but Rados the sullen. Was sober for so long, now I don't think I'll ever be sober again.

Jolly rados says bye, Rados the miserable says hello. Sober for so long, now I wonder If I'll ever be sober again.


{I'm sorry Rados, I had no idea any of this would happen.}

Nah, aint your fault. It was all too good to be true, the kingdom was built on crimes, living on borrowed time. Haunted by the past.

The things we did to Wayrest, to Munstor. All of it, was always going to come back to bite us.

Listen friend, I need you take my grandfather's armor. Make him proud, make the people here have some hope. That Mados is here to save us again!

{I can't, it's your family's armor. I can't take that from you.}

Mate, merit aint something you inherit. You earn it, and I haven't earned a thing. You have however.

You've braved it all haven't ya? You're the strongest of all of us, and that's why I NEED you to take the armor.

Else I'll chuck it in the river, aint no use to me now friend.

{Fine Rados, I'll take it. If it makes you happier.}

A little bit happier haha *Burps*, now go, be a hero. Put a smile on this sad sack's face.

[Misc Idle Dialogue]

Let's get this over with before we freeze to death.


*cough* Ugh… when they write a story about this they best not mention the smell.


Uh, let’s not linger. This place feels all kinds of not right.

What on Nirn is that? ...Forget it, I don't want to know. [Surprise]

Mara, feel like I'm gonna throw up.


Goddamn savages. Can’t even say “good witchman’s a dead witchman” – bastards know necromancy.

Evermore's really the only place worth fighting for on this side of the realm.

Truth be told, I missed fighting the good fight. Evermore ain’t perfect, but the alternatives are… well, you’ve seen the alternatives.

Let's not dally, up the tower and it's over. Priest promised that we'll be home when we grab that stone, by the gods I hope he's right.


Hope you know what you’re doing, Jack. Then again, you always did.

As far North as I've ever been, and I have no intentions of coming here again.

Ol' Raven Spring, time hasn't been kind to this town. Glad I left before it truly went down the gutter.

It wasn’t called “Arnima” back when I left. Some might disagree, but I appreciate the name change – this way Raven Spring I knew has remained unsoiled.

I... I need a rest. [Tired, fear]

Don't think I'll ever have a good night’s sleep again.

[Sigh]...Can't believe we made it.

Grab the stone! Get this over with!

Stop stalling. [Angered]

[NPC DYING WORDS]
I guess it's my time...
Amber...

[NPC FLEEING]
Not dealing with this.

[NPC BEING ATTACKED]
Ergh
Not doing that again!
Get back!
Agh!
No!
Don't you dare!

[NPC ATTACKING PLAYER/ENEMY]
Wanna dance?
Ah!
Bad day for you!
Stinking hag!
Come on fatty.
Time to end this.
Gods, you're ugly.
Chose the wrong enemy.
Come on, coward.
Kill the savage!


[PLAYER SWINGING WEAPON INFRONT OF NPC]
Keep your distance.

[GOODBYE]
You off?
See you around.
Get on.
Another time.

[HELLO]
How you doing?
What do you need?
Hello lass.
Need a talk?
Quiet. {whisper}
Not now.
Prepare yourself, we're not through this yet.
Friend {Drunk}
Alright {Drunk}