Oblivion:Thurindil

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Thurindil (RefID: 0000BC80)
Home City	Anvil
Location	The Fo'c's'le
Race	Wood Elf	Gender	Male
Level	PC+1	Class	Pirate
RefID	0000BC80	BaseID	0000A29A
Other Information
Health	38 + (5+1.4)x(PC+0), PC=4-29
Magicka	100 + 1.5x(PC+0) (max=250)
Responsibility	50	Aggression	5
Faction(s)	Anvil - The Serpent's Wake; Anvil - Fo'c's'le; Anvil Citizen

Thurindil

Thurindil fights Hauls-Ropes-Faster while Krognak gro-Brok looks on

Thurindil is a Wood Elf pirate and madman serving aboard The Serpent's Wake, currently docked in Anvil for refitting.

At 1am, Thurindil will fight with Hauls-Ropes-Faster for three hours. Then, at 4am, he'll go to sleep for six hours. Randomly, he'll also eat for two hours. There is a fifty percent chance he'll do it at any time. When he's not eating, sleeping, or fighting, he'll wander around the docks.

He wears a set of lower class clothing consisting of a collared shirt, coarse linens, and a pair of sack cloth sandals. In combat he uses an iron dagger and he also carries the key to The Fo'c's'le and a small amount of gold.

Dialogue

"I'm Thurindil, son of Julianos and Mohi-Titona, Queen of Akavir. These slugs climbing my spine itch something fierce. Like to dance?"

Anvil

"Mother's coming for me in the dragon ships. I don't like these itchy clothes, but I have to wear them or it frightens the fish."

Rumors

As many of his crew mates will tell you, he's completely out of his gourd, but harmless:

• Hauls-Ropes-Faster: "Touched by the gods. He hears things. Who knows? He's happy... let him be."
• Isolde: "Crazy as a rat in a catbox. Just leave him alone. He's not hurting anybody."
• Mirabelle Monet: "Don't mind him. He's not right in the head. Poor fellow."
• Timothee LaRouche: "Must have been knocked on the head. Talks all sorts of rot. Meek as a sheep, though."