Stop right there criminal scum! It's time to find out which Oblivion companion shares your mudcrab-fueled existence. Picture the smoke curling over Kvatch, the Black Horse Courier hawking half-truths, and a chorus of guards who still think sweetroll theft is high treason. Right in the middle of that mess stands you, armed with your own questionable coping mechanisms and a few dialogue options you probably shouldn’t choose. Let's set this Oblivion personality quiz as your active quest. Kvatch is burning, better get started.

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Sprint there yelling motivational slogans. Someone needs a hype man.

Slip in through the back, tally guard patrols, wait for perfect strike.

Grab whatever blunt object’s closest and ask questions later.

Pray, polish the helm, then charge. Nine Divines will guide the swing.

Start packing books on Oblivion lore. Knowledge is fire retardant, right?

Send scouts, plan fallback points, brew strong coffee.

You just heard Kvatch is under siege by an Oblivion gate. First move?

got distracted cheering a Champion until sunrise.

found arrows work better in other people’s knees.

took a mace to the face and kept swinging.

knelt for nine straight hours in pilgrimage.

opened a book and never walked out of the library.

accepted a desk job at Cloud Ruler because someone had to.

Finish this classic: “I used to be an adventurer like you. Then I __.”

Fresh sweetroll I definitely paid for. Probably.

Silver longsword you’re totally returning to the armory.

Random Daedric artifact. Don’t touch the spikes.

Scroll titled Mysterium Xarxes Cliff Notes.

Just the day’s briefing scrolls and quill.

A guard shouts “STOP RIGHT THERE, CRIMINAL SCUM!” What’s actually in your pocket?

Both, screaming praise while taste-testing.

Cheese wedge big enough to use as shield.

Decline, cite Divines’ dietary restrictions.

Ask if cheese contains arcane properties.

Note caloric content; save kingdom first, snack later.

Sheogorath offers you cheese or madness. You pick:

“Mysterious Hooded Figure Solves Problems, Leaves No Footprints.”

“Local Orc Smashes Bandit Problem (And Furniture).”

“Cheerful Blond Won’t Stop Following Arena Champion.”

“Knight Polishes Armor, Criminals Flee In Terror.”

“Reclusive Scholar Rumored Heir to Dragonblood.”

“Cloud Ruler Analyst Predicts Next Oblivion Gate.”

Black Horse Courier headline about you would read:

Throw both hands up and scream “By Azura!” on loop.

Watch for combat form. Note improvements for your guild.

Pray for everyone’s souls mid-decapitation.

Study the magicka sparking off enchanted blades.

During the Arena Grand Champion match, you’re most likely to:

Those launch pads that yeet you into lava—wheee!

Daedroth who needs six sword hits—good workout.

Sigil stone puzzles. Glorious cosmic Sudoku.

Cries of captured soldiers that spur valor.

Read passages aloud. Dramatic voices mandatory.

Laugh once, file it under blackmail material.

Use it to start campfire. Practicality first.

Leave it untouched; impure thoughts slow crusaders.

You find a copy of The Lusty Argonian Maid. You:

The Apprentice. High Magicka, glass nerves.

The Ritual. Free heal equals free forgiveness.

The Atronach. No Magicka regen? Plan harder.

Admire their feisty spirit before punting.

Sneak attack. No witnesses to this embarrassment.

saved a cat from a tree, narrated entire event.

sleep with a dagger under pillow and smile.

corrected Mages Guild lecture notes mid-sleep.

Charge straight to Sigil Stone, screaming memes.

Sneak past everything, steal stone, vanish.

Escort every guard safely, tactical formations.

Use fireball to carve shortcuts; note observations.

Wait outside gate; sell snacks to travelers.

Your preferred method to close an Oblivion gate:

Offer dark contract. Heroes make excellent clients.

Politely decline meeting. Too many variables.

Nerevarine visits from Morrowind. Your reaction:

Negotiate clause for extra strength training.

Ask about research rights to Daedric planes.

Decline; contingency plans beat dark bargains.

A Daedra offers power for your soul. You:

“Sweetroll? Someone stole YOURS too?”

“Mudcrab merchant had better prices.”

Gazing unblinkingly at the Champion’s statue till dawn.

Leaving a black rose on a fresh grave, unseen.

Hoisting a bandit over shoulder, laughing.

Placing your sword on an altar, kneeling quietly.

Sealing forbidden tomes in a vault, candle flicker.

Charting patrol routes for a rebuilt Kvatch.

You are pure enthusiasm in human form, whether people asked for it or not. Once you get attached, it’s game over—they’re stuck with you. You don’t take hints and honestly? That’s kind of iconic. You’re the living definition of "annoying but endearing." Just try not to follow people into caves.

The Adoring Fan

You’re quiet, intense, and deeply into your niche hobbies, which may or may not include poison. Small talk isn’t your thing. You’d rather people earn your trust with a blood oath or a long silence. You’re not evil, you just like your peace messy. Maybe consider blinking once in a while though.

A Dark Brotherhood Murderer

You’ve got main character energy, but in a "kick down the tavern door" kind of way. Blunt, loyal, and never pretending to be something you’re not. You might not always know what’s going on, but you will absolutely fight for it anyway. You’re chaos with a moral compass. Usually.

Mazoga the Orc

You’re a walking code of honor. Everything’s black and white in your book, even if the world keeps insisting on gray. You wear your ideals like armor, literally and emotionally. Sometimes you forget that being noble doesn’t mean being uptight. You can be righteous and fun. It’s legal.

Knight of the White Stallion

You were reading in peace until fate dragged you into the group chat. You’re smart, awkward, and constantly trying to do the right thing while low-key spiraling. People treat you like the chosen one, which is unfortunate because you’d rather be left alone. You’re doing fine. Sort of.

Martin Septim

You’re the oldest soul in the room and the most likely to have a backup plan. No one questions your competence, but they also forget you’re a person and not a 24/7 responsibility robot. You’re the dad friend, the team strategist, the "let me just handle this" guy. Someday, you’ll delegate. Probably.

Jauffre

You’re the reliable side character who actually holds the whole storyline together. Low drama, high utility. You don’t speak up often, but when you do, it’s weirdly insightful. People should probably listen to you more. Or at least let you finish your sentence.

Brother Piner

You like structure, hot drinks, and knowing what the plan is. If chaos shows up, you will shut it down with clean execution and zero flair. You’re not flashy, but you are respected. There’s probably a spreadsheet in your head at all times. And it’s color coded.

Captain Steffan

You’re the first to volunteer, the last to leave, and the one who absolutely will throw hands for your friends. Loyalty is your compass, even when the path gets murky. You run on vibes and instinct, not strategy. You’re basically a bodyguard with main character energy. Keep the sword. Maybe holster the martyrdom.

Baurus

You’re clocking in, following protocol, and getting snow in your boots. You don’t need recognition to feel solid—you just want things to work. You’re chill, mildly sarcastic, and always two seconds from saying "not my problem" before helping anyway. Unsung heroism looks good on you.

Bruma Guard

You’re practical, direct, and not above solving problems with your fists. If someone’s paying, you’re showing up. You’re not exactly into nuance, but that’s part of the charm. You keep things simple. Occasionally too simple, but hey, it gets results.

Fighters Guild Member

You’ve got potential and a tendency to explode things. Enthusiastic, curious, and slightly flammable. You’re probably one bad idea away from a great discovery or total disaster. Either way, it’ll be fun. Just remember which scroll is which next time.

Mage Apprentice

You take yourself a little seriously, but it’s kind of endearing. You’re into quests, relics, and doing things "the right way", whatever that means today. There’s a quiet intensity to you, like a monk who owns a sword. You’d never say it, but you definitely think you’re better than everyone else. And honestly, sometimes you are.

Knight of the Nine

You’re over it. All of it. Dry, sardonic, and one polite insult away from quitting everything and disappearing into mist. People think you don’t care, but you just express interest in a tone only dogs can hear. You’re the eye roll in human form. Somehow, you still keep showing up.

Which Oblivion Companion Are You?