Thursday, August 3, 2017
Thursday, July 13, 2017
22nd of Frostfall, 4E 201
I write this as we bump along on the way back from Riften. We had found Esbern in the Ratway, which is to say a warren of sewers and passages below Riften.
We left more dead Thalmor behind us down there and one dead Khajiit in the town square. Thankfully as she attacked one of the guards saw her draw her knife and shot her with a few arrows. I saw Bishop palm a piece of paper, which he later gave to me, it was a note saying that the "target" should be eliminated.. and I would guess I was the target.
I took Esbern to the Inn and go him a good meal, while Bishop went to see about taking a carriage back to Riverwood or at the very least Whiterun. Esbern wasn't in the greatest of shape, but not bad either.
We should make Whiterun in a day or so, the way is rather mountainous and the horses slow. Bishop and I could have walked faster, but it would have Exhausted Esbern.
He is not so gaunt looking as he was when we first started the trip and has taken on some color as well.
Bishop and Karnwry are ranging around the carriage, sometimes I don't see them for hours. I know I am rarely out of his sight for long.
We are on the downward slope to Whiterun and I thought about something. Why was my family attacked? Grief hit me hard, but I fought it down. Who was not as important as why. In our world of political intrigue mercenaries were easy to buy.. so who, not important.
I would have to give it more thought, but when I could manage to distance myself from the pain and grief a bit more than I could right now.
We left more dead Thalmor behind us down there and one dead Khajiit in the town square. Thankfully as she attacked one of the guards saw her draw her knife and shot her with a few arrows. I saw Bishop palm a piece of paper, which he later gave to me, it was a note saying that the "target" should be eliminated.. and I would guess I was the target.
I took Esbern to the Inn and go him a good meal, while Bishop went to see about taking a carriage back to Riverwood or at the very least Whiterun. Esbern wasn't in the greatest of shape, but not bad either.
We should make Whiterun in a day or so, the way is rather mountainous and the horses slow. Bishop and I could have walked faster, but it would have Exhausted Esbern.
He is not so gaunt looking as he was when we first started the trip and has taken on some color as well.
Bishop and Karnwry are ranging around the carriage, sometimes I don't see them for hours. I know I am rarely out of his sight for long.
We are on the downward slope to Whiterun and I thought about something. Why was my family attacked? Grief hit me hard, but I fought it down. Who was not as important as why. In our world of political intrigue mercenaries were easy to buy.. so who, not important.
I would have to give it more thought, but when I could manage to distance myself from the pain and grief a bit more than I could right now.
17th of Frostfall, 4E 201
We finally made it to Riverwood and gave Delphine the information that the Thalmor had had and the news that I was probably now enemy number one. She read the Dossiers that I gave her, I had not given her the one on herself or Ulfric Stormcloak, I just didn't think she needed to know.
She did say that she thought that I should go and find her friend Esbern as fast as I could. I told her as a storm was brewing, we would leave in the morning. She looked a bit impatient until Bishop pointed out that we would have to camp in the mountain's anyway and it would simply be faster to stay here and leave in the morning.
So I am writing this before we take off this morning. Nothing grand has happened, I just felt the need to write down bit's and pieces so that I might remember later that I needed to do a few things.
She did say that she thought that I should go and find her friend Esbern as fast as I could. I told her as a storm was brewing, we would leave in the morning. She looked a bit impatient until Bishop pointed out that we would have to camp in the mountain's anyway and it would simply be faster to stay here and leave in the morning.
So I am writing this before we take off this morning. Nothing grand has happened, I just felt the need to write down bit's and pieces so that I might remember later that I needed to do a few things.
Monday, July 10, 2017
15th of Frostfall, 4E 201
It has been an extremely busy time and I sorry to say once I got back home I forgot my journal. But well their is a reason for that!
We got back to Whiterun on the 6th and planned on leaving the very next morning and had actually walked out the door, when we were attacked by a Forest dragon.. might I say these are my least favored types so far?!
Needless to say, after that fellow was dead I went back in the house and took a nice long soak in the tub, I also had to clean up my leathers. I asked Bishop if he could not make me a second set, that way if one got really soiled or damaged, I would have another set.
He did start working on it while I was washing and soaking the goo out of me and my armor. The leather was still a bit damp when we left the next morning.
Delphine said she had a contact at the Thalmor Embassy and he would try and get me an invitation. I should not hurry as it might take him some time.
Well we didn't exactly take our own sweet time getting to Solitude, but we didn't dawdle either. Malborn said he had not as yet had a good opportunity to get an invitation, not without more hazard than he was willing to take.
As we walked out of the Inn, I needed to sell some of the loot we had gotten off bandits, a man in plate armor came up and asked if I was Dragonborn.
Up shot of that one was I got an invite to a Ball at the Blue Palace. I did not really want to go, but I saw it as a way to get an invite to the Thalmor Embassy.
Bishop was happy with neither and said he wasn't going to the Ball... he did and we danced, he's actually rather good at it. Casvir the Paladin that had asked me to the ball, was slightly put out, but handed me a rose and said that any time I needed aide, all I had to do was ask.
The Next day Malborn met me in the late evening with an invitation to the Embassy party, it had worked. Two day's hence I was invited to the Ambassador's get together.
I had gotten the information that Delphine wanted and more, but I wanted to stop here at home and write down some of the most important going's on before I forgot them.
Bishop worked some on my new set of armor, but said it would take longer, as he was tanning the leather himself, rather than buying it. So it wasn't a matter of just putting the pieces together and did I want it exactly the same?
We got back to Whiterun on the 6th and planned on leaving the very next morning and had actually walked out the door, when we were attacked by a Forest dragon.. might I say these are my least favored types so far?!
Needless to say, after that fellow was dead I went back in the house and took a nice long soak in the tub, I also had to clean up my leathers. I asked Bishop if he could not make me a second set, that way if one got really soiled or damaged, I would have another set.
He did start working on it while I was washing and soaking the goo out of me and my armor. The leather was still a bit damp when we left the next morning.
Delphine said she had a contact at the Thalmor Embassy and he would try and get me an invitation. I should not hurry as it might take him some time.
Well we didn't exactly take our own sweet time getting to Solitude, but we didn't dawdle either. Malborn said he had not as yet had a good opportunity to get an invitation, not without more hazard than he was willing to take.
As we walked out of the Inn, I needed to sell some of the loot we had gotten off bandits, a man in plate armor came up and asked if I was Dragonborn.
Up shot of that one was I got an invite to a Ball at the Blue Palace. I did not really want to go, but I saw it as a way to get an invite to the Thalmor Embassy.
Bishop was happy with neither and said he wasn't going to the Ball... he did and we danced, he's actually rather good at it. Casvir the Paladin that had asked me to the ball, was slightly put out, but handed me a rose and said that any time I needed aide, all I had to do was ask.
The Next day Malborn met me in the late evening with an invitation to the Embassy party, it had worked. Two day's hence I was invited to the Ambassador's get together.
I had gotten the information that Delphine wanted and more, but I wanted to stop here at home and write down some of the most important going's on before I forgot them.
Bishop worked some on my new set of armor, but said it would take longer, as he was tanning the leather himself, rather than buying it. So it wasn't a matter of just putting the pieces together and did I want it exactly the same?
4th of Frostfall, 4E 201
I sit here listening to a snow storm, it's thundering! I did not even know it could do that! Live and learn right?
We got to the Inn right as the snow storm struck and so did a Frost dragon. Fighting a frost dragon in the middle of a white out is not what I would call fun <sigh> and of course dear reader, Delphine got there right after the dragon died and the light show ended.
Figures right? And she wanted to go up the mountain and check out the dragon mound. I told her to go right ahead, I had just fought one dragon, their was a blizzard raging outside and I wasn't going to blindly walk into a trolls lair or dragon's maw because she was impatient.
That was two days ago, we fought a dragon there and reader, you will never believe this one! That huge black dragon that I saw over Helgen it was bringing the other dragon back to life!
It was a very hard won fight, but win we did... or I would not be writing this! Delphine answered all the question's I had about her and what she thought was going on.
Somewhere over the year's Delphine lost her objectivity, she could only see one enemy, the Thalmor. They must have something to do with the dragon's returning, she was insistent on that. I think she might be a few eggs shy of a full dozen.. You seriously don't want to know what Bishop thought of her.
I agreed to meet her back in Riverwood and she would have some idea how I would get into the Thalmor Embassy.
It's been a pleasant two days, I spent the day playing cards, playing my lute and finding out what was going on in the world. Bishop helped by asking some people that had traveled through High Rock about "Some to do with the royal family".
They said it wasn't "exactly the Royal Family" but family and that most of them had been massacred in a three day period. The King was in not happy with such an unsanctioned act and the family that had hired the bandit/ thug's was mostly in prison.
The worst of the Death's were the Lord Captain's Son and his promised wife and the majority of her family. A few were guest's of the King, with guards following them everywhere, to make sure an assassin did not get them. Which one of the women said was how one of the youngest was killed, while playing in the Royal garden, with the King's youngest.
I saw Bishop looking at me from the corner of his eye and I nodded once. I kept my face neutral, but I was screaming inside. Sabrina, dead... those liquid blue eye's often hidden by soft black curls, never to laugh again. She was the only one of us young enough to play it the King's Daughter.
Something in me analyzed what was said and I realized they all thought I was dead. It wasn't a bad thing, except to what was left of my family. I could do nothing right now, but I would look into it all later.
At the end of the song I was playing, a soft tune from High Rock, on of the travelers had requested, Bishop stood up and held out his hand for me and apologized, saying that morning would come early and we would need to be on the road before the sun rise.
I cried myself to sleep, held in warm arms. I told Bishop silly stories of my siblings. I knew that once everything was settled down and I could be sure all was well, I would send a letter to the king about how I had escaped.
We got to the Inn right as the snow storm struck and so did a Frost dragon. Fighting a frost dragon in the middle of a white out is not what I would call fun <sigh> and of course dear reader, Delphine got there right after the dragon died and the light show ended.
Figures right? And she wanted to go up the mountain and check out the dragon mound. I told her to go right ahead, I had just fought one dragon, their was a blizzard raging outside and I wasn't going to blindly walk into a trolls lair or dragon's maw because she was impatient.
That was two days ago, we fought a dragon there and reader, you will never believe this one! That huge black dragon that I saw over Helgen it was bringing the other dragon back to life!
It was a very hard won fight, but win we did... or I would not be writing this! Delphine answered all the question's I had about her and what she thought was going on.
Somewhere over the year's Delphine lost her objectivity, she could only see one enemy, the Thalmor. They must have something to do with the dragon's returning, she was insistent on that. I think she might be a few eggs shy of a full dozen.. You seriously don't want to know what Bishop thought of her.
I agreed to meet her back in Riverwood and she would have some idea how I would get into the Thalmor Embassy.
It's been a pleasant two days, I spent the day playing cards, playing my lute and finding out what was going on in the world. Bishop helped by asking some people that had traveled through High Rock about "Some to do with the royal family".
They said it wasn't "exactly the Royal Family" but family and that most of them had been massacred in a three day period. The King was in not happy with such an unsanctioned act and the family that had hired the bandit/ thug's was mostly in prison.
The worst of the Death's were the Lord Captain's Son and his promised wife and the majority of her family. A few were guest's of the King, with guards following them everywhere, to make sure an assassin did not get them. Which one of the women said was how one of the youngest was killed, while playing in the Royal garden, with the King's youngest.
I saw Bishop looking at me from the corner of his eye and I nodded once. I kept my face neutral, but I was screaming inside. Sabrina, dead... those liquid blue eye's often hidden by soft black curls, never to laugh again. She was the only one of us young enough to play it the King's Daughter.
Something in me analyzed what was said and I realized they all thought I was dead. It wasn't a bad thing, except to what was left of my family. I could do nothing right now, but I would look into it all later.
At the end of the song I was playing, a soft tune from High Rock, on of the travelers had requested, Bishop stood up and held out his hand for me and apologized, saying that morning would come early and we would need to be on the road before the sun rise.
I cried myself to sleep, held in warm arms. I told Bishop silly stories of my siblings. I knew that once everything was settled down and I could be sure all was well, I would send a letter to the king about how I had escaped.
Sunday, July 9, 2017
30th of Hearthfire, 4E 201
We got to the farm early in the evening and because the last couple of days were.... frustrating to say the least, wanted nothing more than to spend time alone. Soon as we walked through the door, there was Lydia, all smiles and "Happy to see you My Thane." Bishop was growling behind my back.
I smacked his hand away and told Lydia I was happy to see her as well.. and could she go into town and get some fresh provisions? and perhaps take a day or three?
She looked back and forth between the two of us and then said she would be more than happy to head into town. She'd be back when the Mannered Mare ran out of Ale or Uthgerd decided to pick a fight.
I don't think Lydia made the garden gate before my feet came out from under me and Bishop was heading to our bedroom. I am sure I might have growled at him a few times, before he had me purring like a well contented kitten.
I loved both the bath in our room and the pool outside. We slept under the star's more than once, while the weather was fine. I would read aloud and play my lute, tell him stories of my youth. He told me stories also, but they were a bit dark, it did not take much to understand why he distrusted everyone.
As the sun crested the mountain's across the tundra, Bishop, Karnwyr and I set out to hunt something for dinner. I'm pretty sure any of the three of us could have taken down any number of tasty meats on the hoof, but I think for the "boys" it was more about getting out.
It was a good day, Karnwry chasing rabbits and deer, frisking about like a pup and Bishop relaxed and happy. I was content, the day was bright, the scenery more than beautiful, with the play of light from the sun playing peek-a-boo with the clouds.
It was a perfect day, that is until we got back to the farm. A courier was waiting at the gate, I thanked him and gave him a few pieces of gold. Then skimmed the missive and told him to come back by mid-morning and I would have a response for him to take back.
I sighed and walked into the house, Bishop followed behind. I handed him the letter and then walked into the kitchen and started to cook some venison.
I thought best when doing something that required little thought. I cut the back-strap into medallions and fixed up a marinade of wine and spices, then set the medallions to soak for a few. I set about chopping various vegetables and then made some dough up for flat bread and changing half the dough a bit made up a batch for sweet rolls and set that aside to rise.
I seared the venison and then put it in the oven with the flat-bread, using the same pan as the venison, I mixed up some gravy. Then when the bread and venison were almost done, cooked the vegetables.
Over dinner Bishop and I talked about Delphine's apology, he basically said screw them all, I didn't need her bull shit. I truly did not, but I did need to find out why, why me, why were all the dragon's coming back.
In my gut I knew it had something to do with that large black dragon that had attacked Helgen. I didn't like the woman, fellow Breton though she be. The note the courier brought said that she would take the evidence of my being dragonborn from the dragon that was dead outside the Inn.
Not like you could miss the bones, but I knew she would never trust in me unless she saw it with her own eyes. So we would leave for Riverwood in a day or so and then off to where ever this dragon mound was.
I smacked his hand away and told Lydia I was happy to see her as well.. and could she go into town and get some fresh provisions? and perhaps take a day or three?
She looked back and forth between the two of us and then said she would be more than happy to head into town. She'd be back when the Mannered Mare ran out of Ale or Uthgerd decided to pick a fight.
I don't think Lydia made the garden gate before my feet came out from under me and Bishop was heading to our bedroom. I am sure I might have growled at him a few times, before he had me purring like a well contented kitten.
I loved both the bath in our room and the pool outside. We slept under the star's more than once, while the weather was fine. I would read aloud and play my lute, tell him stories of my youth. He told me stories also, but they were a bit dark, it did not take much to understand why he distrusted everyone.
As the sun crested the mountain's across the tundra, Bishop, Karnwyr and I set out to hunt something for dinner. I'm pretty sure any of the three of us could have taken down any number of tasty meats on the hoof, but I think for the "boys" it was more about getting out.
It was a good day, Karnwry chasing rabbits and deer, frisking about like a pup and Bishop relaxed and happy. I was content, the day was bright, the scenery more than beautiful, with the play of light from the sun playing peek-a-boo with the clouds.
It was a perfect day, that is until we got back to the farm. A courier was waiting at the gate, I thanked him and gave him a few pieces of gold. Then skimmed the missive and told him to come back by mid-morning and I would have a response for him to take back.
I sighed and walked into the house, Bishop followed behind. I handed him the letter and then walked into the kitchen and started to cook some venison.
I thought best when doing something that required little thought. I cut the back-strap into medallions and fixed up a marinade of wine and spices, then set the medallions to soak for a few. I set about chopping various vegetables and then made some dough up for flat bread and changing half the dough a bit made up a batch for sweet rolls and set that aside to rise.
I seared the venison and then put it in the oven with the flat-bread, using the same pan as the venison, I mixed up some gravy. Then when the bread and venison were almost done, cooked the vegetables.
Over dinner Bishop and I talked about Delphine's apology, he basically said screw them all, I didn't need her bull shit. I truly did not, but I did need to find out why, why me, why were all the dragon's coming back.
In my gut I knew it had something to do with that large black dragon that had attacked Helgen. I didn't like the woman, fellow Breton though she be. The note the courier brought said that she would take the evidence of my being dragonborn from the dragon that was dead outside the Inn.
Not like you could miss the bones, but I knew she would never trust in me unless she saw it with her own eyes. So we would leave for Riverwood in a day or so and then off to where ever this dragon mound was.
28th of Hearthfire, 4E 201
I stared at the ring in my hand, it wasn't just a lump of metal, but a thought, dream, desire that passed from one hand to another. To my people a ring was as binding as a contract, was a contract in fact.
By his words, Wolves mate for life and the fact that the ring had a wolf's head on it, to my people would mean that he wished to be mated to me til we died. Mated to, but not necessarily only to..hmm no I could not really see him sharing, but would he expect me to?
I didn't know if I loved him, I knew I had very strong feelings, some of which were simple lust, but the deciding factor was what my Great Aunt always said, " Can you imagine your life with out him? Can you live with his flaw's, because they will only magnify any time you are irritated with him. But most important, is he the kind of person that would be your friend, tell you your ass is getting to wide, but hold your hair as you puke up your gut's?"
Bishop was all of those things, but I had no problem hearing him say that my butt was getting too large.
In a blink of an eye, I thought of all these things, my mind racing. Mind made up, I dug my left hand in to my belt pouch and found the tiny but well hidden pouch sewn in next to a seam and pulled out my Great Aunt's promise ring.
I looked at that ring in the palm of my other hand, He would not know what the different triple braided metal strands meant, The Rose gold, two heart's bound to one life.. The White gold, two people bound in the same cause or purpose.. The Black gold, Two lives bound til death. The knot in the center looked like a flower at first glance, but was meant to hide the tiny crystal shard that could be en-spelled.
"Among my people a contract or promise is one-sided if an exchange is not made. My Great Aunt had a matching set made for her and her Love, they wore them til their death. Hers was given to me, as I always admired it." Truthful, but not the whole truth, I loved the craftsmanship, but it was the idea behind the ring I had truly loved. Those two shards in the ring were bound together by a spell, blood from both people the binding, it would allow the one to caste their life essence to the other, call it a final strike at whomever had managed to land a killing blow at. One would not outlive the other.
Bishop looked at the ring in my hand and then, frowned. "It has a bit of magicka in it, it will expand to fit your finger." He nodded and put it on, I did the same with his.
"Does this mean we can get naked now?" His voice was deep and soft as he pulled me close.
" Oh indeed it does, though not right here where all can see", then I pulled myself closer to him and as our lips met, I rubbed against him like a cat and felt his heart start beating quicker.
"Let's go home Princess".
P.S.
You'd have thought that in three days of travel, we could have had a night to ourselves, but no.
By his words, Wolves mate for life and the fact that the ring had a wolf's head on it, to my people would mean that he wished to be mated to me til we died. Mated to, but not necessarily only to..hmm no I could not really see him sharing, but would he expect me to?
I didn't know if I loved him, I knew I had very strong feelings, some of which were simple lust, but the deciding factor was what my Great Aunt always said, " Can you imagine your life with out him? Can you live with his flaw's, because they will only magnify any time you are irritated with him. But most important, is he the kind of person that would be your friend, tell you your ass is getting to wide, but hold your hair as you puke up your gut's?"
Bishop was all of those things, but I had no problem hearing him say that my butt was getting too large.
In a blink of an eye, I thought of all these things, my mind racing. Mind made up, I dug my left hand in to my belt pouch and found the tiny but well hidden pouch sewn in next to a seam and pulled out my Great Aunt's promise ring.
I looked at that ring in the palm of my other hand, He would not know what the different triple braided metal strands meant, The Rose gold, two heart's bound to one life.. The White gold, two people bound in the same cause or purpose.. The Black gold, Two lives bound til death. The knot in the center looked like a flower at first glance, but was meant to hide the tiny crystal shard that could be en-spelled.
"Among my people a contract or promise is one-sided if an exchange is not made. My Great Aunt had a matching set made for her and her Love, they wore them til their death. Hers was given to me, as I always admired it." Truthful, but not the whole truth, I loved the craftsmanship, but it was the idea behind the ring I had truly loved. Those two shards in the ring were bound together by a spell, blood from both people the binding, it would allow the one to caste their life essence to the other, call it a final strike at whomever had managed to land a killing blow at. One would not outlive the other.
Bishop looked at the ring in my hand and then, frowned. "It has a bit of magicka in it, it will expand to fit your finger." He nodded and put it on, I did the same with his.
"Does this mean we can get naked now?" His voice was deep and soft as he pulled me close.
" Oh indeed it does, though not right here where all can see", then I pulled myself closer to him and as our lips met, I rubbed against him like a cat and felt his heart start beating quicker.
"Let's go home Princess".
P.S.
You'd have thought that in three days of travel, we could have had a night to ourselves, but no.
Tuesday, July 4, 2017
27th of Hearthfire, 4E 201
We left for Riverwood before the light of day, the road between the towns generally safe from all but wolves. I did tell him thank you for the armor again, it was soft as butter, but thick enough to do the job.
We had no sooner come around the last bend in the road, when I heard a now familiar sound. It was familiar enough that Bishop cursed and Karnwyr whined, I wasn't any to happy myself.
Thankfully most of the citizen's stayed under cover as the frosty breath of the dragon froze whatever it touched. The town did loose a couple chickens, which seemed to make the Nord's angry indeed.
It took a good two hours, but finally the dragon crash landed across the river from town and arrow's shot from many bows to put the beast to rest. I walked across the river to absorb the dragon's knowledge and power in the form of it's soul.
The townsfolk thanked me and all offered to buy me a round at the Inn, after the clean up was done. I smiled and agreed, but said the main clean up I wanted to do was a bath.
I asked Delphine for the "Attic room", knowing their wasn't one... which she said and gave me another room. She followed me in and said to follow her . I did, Bishop closed the door behind us and then took up a spot leaning against a post by the stairs.
Five minutes later I was storming out of the room, prove to HER that I was Dragonborn, go and slay a dragon where she chose because.. I was so angry I barely heard what Bishop said before slamming out the door.
"Wench, had to walked out the door to hear what the screaming and roaring was you would have seen her absorb a dragons soul And not pissed her off. "
I left town going up the hill towards Helgen, as that was the quickest way out and I didn't want to talk to anyone right then. The sheer gall of the woman, I "needed to prove being Dragonborn" to HER.. She could rot in Oblivion for all I cared.
I was half way to Helgen before I calmed enough to start thinking clearly again. I knew Bishop was behind me, though I could only hear Karnwyr's panting.
"Lady-ship, a moment please." the hesitant tone in his voice was unusual enough that I stopped and looked at him. "I have something I'd like to show you, if you don't mind the walk."
As I didn't mind and wanted to get out and see some of this vast land, walk we did. The bandit's in Helgen didn't last two minutes and I knew my magicka skills had increased some. I would need to learn some new spells.
Early evening a few days later, we were on the path to a tower, more bandit's to fight, but they were much easier than the Dragon that had started the day.
On one of the landing's Bishop stopped and looked out over The Rift and started telling me about finding Karnwyr here and the man that meant more to him than his father and... trust. How much he trusted me and he handed me a ring. It was a battered ring, with a wolf's head on it.
I looked down at it in the palm of my hand. A simple thing a ring, but the meaning could be many things depending on one's culture.
Now was the time to tell him who I really am, not like I was the daughter of the King of High Rock, no.. not that. Distant cousin, yes, but only because the rich merchant side of the family married into a very prominent but poor Noble family.
So I told him of my family, how I thought they were probably all dead and if it had the King's sanction I could not ever go back home. The political and social games that the "Houses" played. How if any thought that I was still alive assassin's would follow me til I wasn't.
I could feel the warmth coming from his body he was so close, he ran his hand from my shoulder down my arm and took my hand in his and tugged lightly til I had turned to face him. Then placed my hand over his heart, both of his covering mine.
"Lady-ship, it doesn't matter that your Nobility, I knew that anyway, it's in every line of your body, every word you speak. The present is the only thing that matters to me." He leaned down, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine as he placed butterfly kisses along my cheek, then whispered softly, " What's mine I protect and I dare them to try and take it away. Wolves mate for life Lady-ship, decide what you want, cause I know I want you."
We had no sooner come around the last bend in the road, when I heard a now familiar sound. It was familiar enough that Bishop cursed and Karnwyr whined, I wasn't any to happy myself.
Thankfully most of the citizen's stayed under cover as the frosty breath of the dragon froze whatever it touched. The town did loose a couple chickens, which seemed to make the Nord's angry indeed.
It took a good two hours, but finally the dragon crash landed across the river from town and arrow's shot from many bows to put the beast to rest. I walked across the river to absorb the dragon's knowledge and power in the form of it's soul.
The townsfolk thanked me and all offered to buy me a round at the Inn, after the clean up was done. I smiled and agreed, but said the main clean up I wanted to do was a bath.
I asked Delphine for the "Attic room", knowing their wasn't one... which she said and gave me another room. She followed me in and said to follow her . I did, Bishop closed the door behind us and then took up a spot leaning against a post by the stairs.
Five minutes later I was storming out of the room, prove to HER that I was Dragonborn, go and slay a dragon where she chose because.. I was so angry I barely heard what Bishop said before slamming out the door.
"Wench, had to walked out the door to hear what the screaming and roaring was you would have seen her absorb a dragons soul And not pissed her off. "
I left town going up the hill towards Helgen, as that was the quickest way out and I didn't want to talk to anyone right then. The sheer gall of the woman, I "needed to prove being Dragonborn" to HER.. She could rot in Oblivion for all I cared.
I was half way to Helgen before I calmed enough to start thinking clearly again. I knew Bishop was behind me, though I could only hear Karnwyr's panting.
"Lady-ship, a moment please." the hesitant tone in his voice was unusual enough that I stopped and looked at him. "I have something I'd like to show you, if you don't mind the walk."
As I didn't mind and wanted to get out and see some of this vast land, walk we did. The bandit's in Helgen didn't last two minutes and I knew my magicka skills had increased some. I would need to learn some new spells.
Early evening a few days later, we were on the path to a tower, more bandit's to fight, but they were much easier than the Dragon that had started the day.
On one of the landing's Bishop stopped and looked out over The Rift and started telling me about finding Karnwyr here and the man that meant more to him than his father and... trust. How much he trusted me and he handed me a ring. It was a battered ring, with a wolf's head on it.
I looked down at it in the palm of my hand. A simple thing a ring, but the meaning could be many things depending on one's culture.
Now was the time to tell him who I really am, not like I was the daughter of the King of High Rock, no.. not that. Distant cousin, yes, but only because the rich merchant side of the family married into a very prominent but poor Noble family.
So I told him of my family, how I thought they were probably all dead and if it had the King's sanction I could not ever go back home. The political and social games that the "Houses" played. How if any thought that I was still alive assassin's would follow me til I wasn't.
I could feel the warmth coming from his body he was so close, he ran his hand from my shoulder down my arm and took my hand in his and tugged lightly til I had turned to face him. Then placed my hand over his heart, both of his covering mine.
"Lady-ship, it doesn't matter that your Nobility, I knew that anyway, it's in every line of your body, every word you speak. The present is the only thing that matters to me." He leaned down, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine as he placed butterfly kisses along my cheek, then whispered softly, " What's mine I protect and I dare them to try and take it away. Wolves mate for life Lady-ship, decide what you want, cause I know I want you."
Sunday, July 2, 2017
23rd of Hearthfire, 4E 201
It took two days, but Lydia and I finally got everything moved to the Estate, really a "Gentleman's Farm". Bishop was absent most of the time, though he would pop in about the time that we were leaving to go to the Farm, then show again when we are ready to go back to Whiterun for another load of stuff.
Most if it was unique loot items, that I wanted to use as decorations, Breezehome was just to small.
I got a lot of thing's done and talked to a good many of the citizen's of Whiterun, all of whom wanted to know about the "Dragonborn". Some of them asked me to do small neighborly favor's for them and I agreed.. though Bishop was none to happy about that. Being Dragonborn, doesn't pay really well or so far it hasn't.. well in real gold, not in thing's that people gift me.
I left today to just arrange things and take stock in what we would need. I knew I had to go to Riverwood and see this person that took the Horn.
Bishop was down in the Basement in the smithy most of the day, though I didn't hear much clanging and banging, but then.. leather armor wouldn't have as much as metal.
Lydia was down there with him, this actually made me nervous. I settled to a nice bath and book, with a bottle of wine. Whoever had built this house or remodeled it was a hedonist, hot water steamed out of the spigot, from pipe's that ran just under brick's that were layered under the coals of the forge.
I had just pulled the chain again and sighed as the hot water gushed in, when I felt more than heard Bishop in the room. I looked up and forced myself to stay relaxed and look him in the eyes. I saw exactly what I expected to see hunger, desire and something else, something that I could not really define and it made me look down in confusion. I heard him grunt, then heave a huge sigh.
"Princess, damn it woman, I want you and I make no bones about it, well except the one in my pants. While I would like to strip and climb into that tub with you and have my way with that hot little body, I can see you haven't decided what you want yet. You need to make up your mind. These are for you."
With that he had turned around and walked out, pausing once, his body twitched like he was thinking better of leaving, then his footsteps resumed at a quicker pace and the front door slammed.
Dinner that night was a strained affair, but I did thank him for my new armor, perhaps not the thanks he wanted, just a kiss on the cheek.
Dear reader, you have to understand I really like Bishop, but I need to know I can trust him, not just with my body and heart, but with my life. I expected assassins, it was almost a given and I knew I would have to explain or force him away and really, I'd still much rather crawl up that hard lean body.
Post script.. by the way, I was correct about the armor, but though not "fine" it was well crafted.
Most if it was unique loot items, that I wanted to use as decorations, Breezehome was just to small.
I got a lot of thing's done and talked to a good many of the citizen's of Whiterun, all of whom wanted to know about the "Dragonborn". Some of them asked me to do small neighborly favor's for them and I agreed.. though Bishop was none to happy about that. Being Dragonborn, doesn't pay really well or so far it hasn't.. well in real gold, not in thing's that people gift me.
I left today to just arrange things and take stock in what we would need. I knew I had to go to Riverwood and see this person that took the Horn.
Bishop was down in the Basement in the smithy most of the day, though I didn't hear much clanging and banging, but then.. leather armor wouldn't have as much as metal.
Lydia was down there with him, this actually made me nervous. I settled to a nice bath and book, with a bottle of wine. Whoever had built this house or remodeled it was a hedonist, hot water steamed out of the spigot, from pipe's that ran just under brick's that were layered under the coals of the forge.
I had just pulled the chain again and sighed as the hot water gushed in, when I felt more than heard Bishop in the room. I looked up and forced myself to stay relaxed and look him in the eyes. I saw exactly what I expected to see hunger, desire and something else, something that I could not really define and it made me look down in confusion. I heard him grunt, then heave a huge sigh.
"Princess, damn it woman, I want you and I make no bones about it, well except the one in my pants. While I would like to strip and climb into that tub with you and have my way with that hot little body, I can see you haven't decided what you want yet. You need to make up your mind. These are for you."
With that he had turned around and walked out, pausing once, his body twitched like he was thinking better of leaving, then his footsteps resumed at a quicker pace and the front door slammed.
Dinner that night was a strained affair, but I did thank him for my new armor, perhaps not the thanks he wanted, just a kiss on the cheek.
Dear reader, you have to understand I really like Bishop, but I need to know I can trust him, not just with my body and heart, but with my life. I expected assassins, it was almost a given and I knew I would have to explain or force him away and really, I'd still much rather crawl up that hard lean body.
Post script.. by the way, I was correct about the armor, but though not "fine" it was well crafted.
20th of Hearthfire, 4E 201
The trip to Whiterun was quiet in more ways than one. I had much thinking to do and Bishop seemed to be thinking hard about something as well. I caught his looks now and then and if he wasn't have an internal argument with himself about me, then I'm a skeevers uncle.
We arrived back in Whiterun and a courier met the carriage. He had three thing's for me, a long package and a heavy envelope and a lighter envelope.
All in all I got two letters and a package from the courier. I walked over to a brazier to read them in the early evening light. I handed Bishop the long package, asking him to unwrap it for me. One letter was from the Jarl of Falkreath Hold, I had met the man a few times and really didn't care for him. Whatever he wanted could wait. That letter I threw in the brazier.
The second letter also held a key, it was from the Steward in Markarth. He stated that a man I had helped had passed away but not before getting all of his affairs in order. For my help he was giving me a small farmstead in Whiterun.
I heard Bishop's intake of breath and looked up at him. He was staring down at the sword in his hands. I took the step over and looked down at it, it was a fine blade, I picked it up out of Bishops hands and tested the balance.
I would never have chosen the guard, but holding it I knew, this was a blade that I could use and would allow my skills to shine. I didn't think anything could spoil so fine a gift.. but Bishop managed it..
"Must be nice getting gifts from all your admirers, what's the key to, a Castle?" His lips were compressed and thin, his face too blank, eye's hooded, but his shoulders where hunched and rounded forward. I did not say what I wanted to, what first came to mind.. I think, no, I know that he was feeling slightly inadequate, he could not complete with gold.
"No, a farm on the edge of town and the man bequeathed it to me". He blinked as he realized what I was saying, with out saying it. Nothing I could do about the sword, Captain Jack had sent it to me, it had belonged to his Mother, the note said that it belonged in a woman's hands again.
As I turned into town, an idea hit me, but I said nothing, time, I would need a little time and a good opportunity.
Well it took less time that I thought it would, but as we entered the gates of Whiterun, the guards were fighting something. I cast a Flame Atronach spell and a ward around me, cause I could not see anything. Bishop and Karnwyr had better luck.
My opportunity came when I ran strait into a Master Vampire, he didn't cause the slice that made my armor top and pants un-patchable, but Bishop would never know. The thin slice of skin, that I healed just as he rounded the corner, was a small price to pay... he had paid with his...umm life? death? next life.. what ever one calls it.
The tear and hole in my armor got a good look through narrowed eyes, as he hauled me over to the temple and got the Priestess to look at the wound. She said it was mostly healed, but at the glare she got, she caste a simple heal spell, I winked at her and handed her a couple gold.
Giving a dramatic sigh, I poked my finger in the hole. " I guess, I'll have to dig out my old armor.", I looked at Bishop, " It's serviceable, but not really good, much patched from fighting the first dragons. Adrienne is really good at weapons and heavy armor, but not light. I guess I'll have to see what she has, it will have to do." I shrugged and turned away, but caught the thoughtful look on his face.
I smiled to myself, I remembered he had told the Fletcher in Solitude that he made his own arm's and armor, only that knife was made by someone else and it had been taken from a bandit.
No matter his reasoning, I knew he could make me some armor, I could only hope that it suited my personal sense of style.. I could almost be that the cleavage would be low.
I snickered to myself, men are most piculiar. He had made comment's about my person (reader I am laughing at myself) including how he would like to cute off my armor and have his way with what he found underneath. And before you think badly, he has not once touched me in an unpolite way. He hated the way other men oogled me though. Makes sense right?
My Aunt always said, " If you've got it flaunt it, but remember anything on display is for sale."
We arrived back in Whiterun and a courier met the carriage. He had three thing's for me, a long package and a heavy envelope and a lighter envelope.
All in all I got two letters and a package from the courier. I walked over to a brazier to read them in the early evening light. I handed Bishop the long package, asking him to unwrap it for me. One letter was from the Jarl of Falkreath Hold, I had met the man a few times and really didn't care for him. Whatever he wanted could wait. That letter I threw in the brazier.
The second letter also held a key, it was from the Steward in Markarth. He stated that a man I had helped had passed away but not before getting all of his affairs in order. For my help he was giving me a small farmstead in Whiterun.
I heard Bishop's intake of breath and looked up at him. He was staring down at the sword in his hands. I took the step over and looked down at it, it was a fine blade, I picked it up out of Bishops hands and tested the balance.
I would never have chosen the guard, but holding it I knew, this was a blade that I could use and would allow my skills to shine. I didn't think anything could spoil so fine a gift.. but Bishop managed it..
"Must be nice getting gifts from all your admirers, what's the key to, a Castle?" His lips were compressed and thin, his face too blank, eye's hooded, but his shoulders where hunched and rounded forward. I did not say what I wanted to, what first came to mind.. I think, no, I know that he was feeling slightly inadequate, he could not complete with gold.
"No, a farm on the edge of town and the man bequeathed it to me". He blinked as he realized what I was saying, with out saying it. Nothing I could do about the sword, Captain Jack had sent it to me, it had belonged to his Mother, the note said that it belonged in a woman's hands again.
As I turned into town, an idea hit me, but I said nothing, time, I would need a little time and a good opportunity.
Well it took less time that I thought it would, but as we entered the gates of Whiterun, the guards were fighting something. I cast a Flame Atronach spell and a ward around me, cause I could not see anything. Bishop and Karnwyr had better luck.
My opportunity came when I ran strait into a Master Vampire, he didn't cause the slice that made my armor top and pants un-patchable, but Bishop would never know. The thin slice of skin, that I healed just as he rounded the corner, was a small price to pay... he had paid with his...umm life? death? next life.. what ever one calls it.
The tear and hole in my armor got a good look through narrowed eyes, as he hauled me over to the temple and got the Priestess to look at the wound. She said it was mostly healed, but at the glare she got, she caste a simple heal spell, I winked at her and handed her a couple gold.
Giving a dramatic sigh, I poked my finger in the hole. " I guess, I'll have to dig out my old armor.", I looked at Bishop, " It's serviceable, but not really good, much patched from fighting the first dragons. Adrienne is really good at weapons and heavy armor, but not light. I guess I'll have to see what she has, it will have to do." I shrugged and turned away, but caught the thoughtful look on his face.
I smiled to myself, I remembered he had told the Fletcher in Solitude that he made his own arm's and armor, only that knife was made by someone else and it had been taken from a bandit.
No matter his reasoning, I knew he could make me some armor, I could only hope that it suited my personal sense of style.. I could almost be that the cleavage would be low.
I snickered to myself, men are most piculiar. He had made comment's about my person (reader I am laughing at myself) including how he would like to cute off my armor and have his way with what he found underneath. And before you think badly, he has not once touched me in an unpolite way. He hated the way other men oogled me though. Makes sense right?
My Aunt always said, " If you've got it flaunt it, but remember anything on display is for sale."
Friday, June 30, 2017
16th of Hearthfire, 4E 201
We will be leaving shortly on the carriage to Whiterun, but as the other passengers are not here yet, we have to wait on them. I figured it's as good a time as any to write, what amount's to well, one of those really funny peculiar happenings.
We had walked out from Ustengrav and got the attention of a fisherman, who took us to the shore on the Solitude side, but not at the docks. He said their would be a docking fee if he did that and while I did give him some gold, I understood what he was not saying.
As we passed the stair's down to the docks, a drunk sailor got my attention. He asked if I knew where his ship was. I said no, but I thought it might be in the last place he put it and what did it look like. Bishop was trying hard not to laugh and failing, even Karnwyr after sniffing the man once, whinnied and put his paws over his nose.
He introduced himself as "Captain Jack" or at least that is what I think he said. He said his ship had a dragon skull on the forecastle, with the bone's of the dragon down it's sides. I grimaced but looked out on the docks and sure enough, their she was, at the last berth.
It took two hours, but we managed to get him to his ship, dry but still drunk. He invited us to see his ship and have dinner with him. I shrugged and looked at Bishop who was laughing hard enough his eye's were watering. Not like we had much to do, so we agreed to dinner.
I know I should have known better, but.. After dinner and what appeared to be a much more sober and actually humorous Captain Jack , he challenged Bishop to a knife throwing contest. ... Sailor style.,, The looser of each round had to drink a glass of rum. With his head start, Captain Jack, errr lost more often than not.
Halfway back to Solitude, the rum hit Bishop hard and he leaned on me so heavily that the guard actually came and helped. We got him into bed and I took his boots off, but left his knives where he could easily find them.
I woke in the morning to a load thump and an exclaimed "Holy Crap", followed by what sounded like the moan of a man with a really really bad hangover. The conversation that followed that went something like this:
" I...You.. did we?"
"Did we what?" Oh yeah I knew what he wanted to know..
"Lady-ship, did we ..." followed by a load moan
"Did we have sex? No, my virginity is as safe as it ever was." Butter wouldn't have melted in my mouth.. though my Momma would have washed it out with soap.
His head whipped up and he turned green around the mouth and I could see him fighting his stomach. I went and grabbed a bucket, none to soon as it happens. When he was finished wrenching up the soured content's of his stomach, I placed the bucket with a cover outside the door and gave him a wet cloth and a mint leaf.
I walked back over to the table and picked up the cup of herb's I had been steeping most of the night and kept cool in a pan of water that I had frozen with a spell.
"Here, this will go you some good." He looked a me oddly and then took the cup, "It's not poison Bishop and can't be worse than that rum." When he had drank it all down, I lifted his face and looked into his eyes, I saw the pain and mussiness of a hangover, but not drunkenness so I caste a healing spell and told him he had one hour til the carriage left, if he was still going with me. He might want to go take a bath and get a meal.
I could see that life was going to get interesting and I started hoping...
We had walked out from Ustengrav and got the attention of a fisherman, who took us to the shore on the Solitude side, but not at the docks. He said their would be a docking fee if he did that and while I did give him some gold, I understood what he was not saying.
As we passed the stair's down to the docks, a drunk sailor got my attention. He asked if I knew where his ship was. I said no, but I thought it might be in the last place he put it and what did it look like. Bishop was trying hard not to laugh and failing, even Karnwyr after sniffing the man once, whinnied and put his paws over his nose.
He introduced himself as "Captain Jack" or at least that is what I think he said. He said his ship had a dragon skull on the forecastle, with the bone's of the dragon down it's sides. I grimaced but looked out on the docks and sure enough, their she was, at the last berth.
It took two hours, but we managed to get him to his ship, dry but still drunk. He invited us to see his ship and have dinner with him. I shrugged and looked at Bishop who was laughing hard enough his eye's were watering. Not like we had much to do, so we agreed to dinner.
I know I should have known better, but.. After dinner and what appeared to be a much more sober and actually humorous Captain Jack , he challenged Bishop to a knife throwing contest. ... Sailor style.,, The looser of each round had to drink a glass of rum. With his head start, Captain Jack, errr lost more often than not.
Halfway back to Solitude, the rum hit Bishop hard and he leaned on me so heavily that the guard actually came and helped. We got him into bed and I took his boots off, but left his knives where he could easily find them.
I woke in the morning to a load thump and an exclaimed "Holy Crap", followed by what sounded like the moan of a man with a really really bad hangover. The conversation that followed that went something like this:
" I...You.. did we?"
"Did we what?" Oh yeah I knew what he wanted to know..
"Lady-ship, did we ..." followed by a load moan
"Did we have sex? No, my virginity is as safe as it ever was." Butter wouldn't have melted in my mouth.. though my Momma would have washed it out with soap.
His head whipped up and he turned green around the mouth and I could see him fighting his stomach. I went and grabbed a bucket, none to soon as it happens. When he was finished wrenching up the soured content's of his stomach, I placed the bucket with a cover outside the door and gave him a wet cloth and a mint leaf.
I walked back over to the table and picked up the cup of herb's I had been steeping most of the night and kept cool in a pan of water that I had frozen with a spell.
"Here, this will go you some good." He looked a me oddly and then took the cup, "It's not poison Bishop and can't be worse than that rum." When he had drank it all down, I lifted his face and looked into his eyes, I saw the pain and mussiness of a hangover, but not drunkenness so I caste a healing spell and told him he had one hour til the carriage left, if he was still going with me. He might want to go take a bath and get a meal.
I could see that life was going to get interesting and I started hoping...
14th of Hearthfire, 4E 201
I am sure dear reader that you don't want to hear about the boring carriage ride to Morthal or the cold wet trek through the swamps to get to Ustengrav. Though the swamps have an eerie beauty of their own.
IF you can get past the draugr, the walking dead and the skeletons, Ustengrav is actually a very beautiful cave/ ruin. Not that I would recommend the trip for the faint of heart, but for the adventurous soul, it might be worth it to see the way the sun shines down upon tree's hundred's of feet below the roof of the cavern.
I was close to screaming when we got to the alter room and instead of the Horn on the alter, their was a note from someone who said I should meet them in Riverwood. I stood there with the note crumpled in my hand, trying to keep my temper in check.
Bishop took the note out of my hand and read it..then said "I guess we are headed to Riverwood then". I looked up at him, but his face was in shadow, so I could not read it. I could see him shake his head slowly as I opened my mouth to say something.
"Oh no Lady-ship, I think you still need a Ranger to watch your back.. and such a shapely backside it is too". I gave an un-lady like snort and said I appreciated the thought.
We headed to Solitude, so that we could catch the carriage back to Whiterun.
IF you can get past the draugr, the walking dead and the skeletons, Ustengrav is actually a very beautiful cave/ ruin. Not that I would recommend the trip for the faint of heart, but for the adventurous soul, it might be worth it to see the way the sun shines down upon tree's hundred's of feet below the roof of the cavern.
I was close to screaming when we got to the alter room and instead of the Horn on the alter, their was a note from someone who said I should meet them in Riverwood. I stood there with the note crumpled in my hand, trying to keep my temper in check.
Bishop took the note out of my hand and read it..then said "I guess we are headed to Riverwood then". I looked up at him, but his face was in shadow, so I could not read it. I could see him shake his head slowly as I opened my mouth to say something.
"Oh no Lady-ship, I think you still need a Ranger to watch your back.. and such a shapely backside it is too". I gave an un-lady like snort and said I appreciated the thought.
We headed to Solitude, so that we could catch the carriage back to Whiterun.
9th of Hearthfire, 4E 201
We arrived in Windhelm shortly after dawn, I had not slept well, to many worries. Bishop was inter spacing the Lady-ships with Princess. I know they were said in all due sarcasm, but the Nobles that had been at the Inn, were looking at me harder than I would have liked. So I wanted out of Kynesgrove before any of them could think to ask for us to be part of their escort.
I'm not sure Bishop got a good night's sleep either, I had taken up my space on the double bed and then called Karnwyr up on the bed. He took up the middle plus, I can say that I was nice and warm.
I would have to find a good time to say something to Bishop about my past, but I wasn't sure exactly how much to say and if it really needed to be said. After all I had only asked him to be my guide to Ustengrav.
I did not find a sword to my liking in Windhelm and the few crossbows that were for sale had a harder draw than I would find easy in battle.
I did get a front row invitation to the Master Bard's recital, by the Master Bard himself.. Alec Prince of Song, as he styled himself. I am not sure how he knew I was Dragonborn, but He did and well he was very verbose in his admiration, so much so that I could hear Bishop choking in the background.
I must admit, I loved the attention,but at the same time I winced inward at the pride of place that he put me. The empty seat to my right was soon taken by Jarl Ulfric, who nodded at me.
I did not take either man up on the dinner invitation that was tenured. Bishop was harsh in his assessment of the Bard and his skills. Alec had an exceptional voice and his phrasing of traditional song's was well taken.
I wonder that I had such a good time, I never liked that type of thing at home. Dressing up had been a hated chore, making sure my colors were correct for the occasion. The dress I bought was only one of a few that the general goods store had, that I could alter in time for the performance.
Ok, I will admit I also chose it to get a rise out of Bishop and though he said nothing, I had seen the widening of his eyes and the flare of his nostrils, the way his lips compressed. Oh yes, he was not un-effected, even if he said nothing.
We did end up spending an extra day in Windhelm, I wanted to visit the court wizard here and buy some spells and also visit the Talos Shrine, which I was told had a gorgeous view.
The spells I got, the view I never saw. Not one, but two dragon's attacked when we were on our way to the Shrine. We ended up getting separated and I ran back to Windhelm to get the aid of the guards and the stone walls.
Once the dragons where dead, the souls absorbed and all the wounded tended to, I went back into Windhelm with Bishop behind me and a much subdued Karnwyr that had needed much healing. We all needed the rest.
Morthal and Ustengrave could wait one more day.
I'm not sure Bishop got a good night's sleep either, I had taken up my space on the double bed and then called Karnwyr up on the bed. He took up the middle plus, I can say that I was nice and warm.
I would have to find a good time to say something to Bishop about my past, but I wasn't sure exactly how much to say and if it really needed to be said. After all I had only asked him to be my guide to Ustengrav.
I did not find a sword to my liking in Windhelm and the few crossbows that were for sale had a harder draw than I would find easy in battle.
I did get a front row invitation to the Master Bard's recital, by the Master Bard himself.. Alec Prince of Song, as he styled himself. I am not sure how he knew I was Dragonborn, but He did and well he was very verbose in his admiration, so much so that I could hear Bishop choking in the background.
I must admit, I loved the attention,but at the same time I winced inward at the pride of place that he put me. The empty seat to my right was soon taken by Jarl Ulfric, who nodded at me.
I did not take either man up on the dinner invitation that was tenured. Bishop was harsh in his assessment of the Bard and his skills. Alec had an exceptional voice and his phrasing of traditional song's was well taken.
I wonder that I had such a good time, I never liked that type of thing at home. Dressing up had been a hated chore, making sure my colors were correct for the occasion. The dress I bought was only one of a few that the general goods store had, that I could alter in time for the performance.
Ok, I will admit I also chose it to get a rise out of Bishop and though he said nothing, I had seen the widening of his eyes and the flare of his nostrils, the way his lips compressed. Oh yes, he was not un-effected, even if he said nothing.
We did end up spending an extra day in Windhelm, I wanted to visit the court wizard here and buy some spells and also visit the Talos Shrine, which I was told had a gorgeous view.
The spells I got, the view I never saw. Not one, but two dragon's attacked when we were on our way to the Shrine. We ended up getting separated and I ran back to Windhelm to get the aid of the guards and the stone walls.
Once the dragons where dead, the souls absorbed and all the wounded tended to, I went back into Windhelm with Bishop behind me and a much subdued Karnwyr that had needed much healing. We all needed the rest.
Morthal and Ustengrave could wait one more day.
Thursday, June 29, 2017
6th of Hearthfire, 4E 201
We have Karnwyr and are heading to Windhelm in the Morning, Bishop says that is the closest town to where we are. I had not been to this part of Skyrim before, having mostly done work around Whiterun and Riverwood.
I am very glad we had our own bedrolls, as the one's in the bandit camp reeked of mildew and cheap ale. A frost spell took care of anything crawling around IN the tent, the bedding, again got burned. I seriously hate the smell of burning fur.
We had found Karnwyr in a holding pen, the bandit's had a pit fighting ring going. I caste a paralyze spell on all the other wolves, when we were getting ready to leave, they would wake to find the gates to the cages open.
Halfway past the thermal pools we gave a giant camp a wide berth, but it did us little good, as we soon found ourselves dancing between mammoths, giant's and a very aggressive fire breathing dragon.
Did I mention I hate the smell of fur burning? Fur, fat and entrails are even worse. We finally defeated that dragon and made a dash for safety as the giant was none to happy about loosing one of his mammoths, even if we didn't do it.
We stayed in Kynesgrove over night, where I played my lute to the delight of the patrons, some of which said they were also on the way to Windhelm. A renown Master Bard was playing at the Palace of Kings. I nodded and wondered if I any room's would be available.
I had to replace my sword, which I had dropped during battle, when the dragon's fire made it too hot to hold, my crossbow was also toast, literally. I really didn't have to replace them, I had enough magicka, I could summon a sword, but my Father always said, "Steel girl, you can exhaust magicka, but your steel will always be there for you".
Well it would have... I'm sure it didn't melt, but I looked everywhere, well except under the dead mammoth.
I am very glad we had our own bedrolls, as the one's in the bandit camp reeked of mildew and cheap ale. A frost spell took care of anything crawling around IN the tent, the bedding, again got burned. I seriously hate the smell of burning fur.
We had found Karnwyr in a holding pen, the bandit's had a pit fighting ring going. I caste a paralyze spell on all the other wolves, when we were getting ready to leave, they would wake to find the gates to the cages open.
Halfway past the thermal pools we gave a giant camp a wide berth, but it did us little good, as we soon found ourselves dancing between mammoths, giant's and a very aggressive fire breathing dragon.
Did I mention I hate the smell of fur burning? Fur, fat and entrails are even worse. We finally defeated that dragon and made a dash for safety as the giant was none to happy about loosing one of his mammoths, even if we didn't do it.
We stayed in Kynesgrove over night, where I played my lute to the delight of the patrons, some of which said they were also on the way to Windhelm. A renown Master Bard was playing at the Palace of Kings. I nodded and wondered if I any room's would be available.
I had to replace my sword, which I had dropped during battle, when the dragon's fire made it too hot to hold, my crossbow was also toast, literally. I really didn't have to replace them, I had enough magicka, I could summon a sword, but my Father always said, "Steel girl, you can exhaust magicka, but your steel will always be there for you".
Well it would have... I'm sure it didn't melt, but I looked everywhere, well except under the dead mammoth.
4th of Hearthfire, 4E 201
One day in his company and I'm not sure If I want to lop his head off or crawl up his lean length and ride him hard. I know which he would prefer, he's already asked to share my bedroll. Of course he said "because it would be cold and we'd preserve body heat", I told him to go sit on a hot rock.
My sister Aliyeah would have jumped at the chance, but then again, she liked the "bad boy" type. I will miss her frankness when it comes to men and sex, I'm pretty sure just listening to her and Beighlee gave me all the education one might need to get work in the Red Light district. Well no, hand's on beats word of mouth any day and I had very little of that.
Oh please reader, don't be shocked, I can not see High Rock changing all that much.. and marriages are made as early as thirteen in the "Big Houses", hand-fasting at ten or eleven and contracts in the cradle.
We may or may not go to our spouses virgin, but even those that are, know what is what.. and those that aren't, can fake it well. Didn't know that was possible? Oh yes, muscle control and a small pen knife.
I had been hand-fasted to the son of the Captain of our guard and well we never saw a reason to wait. I don't regret, except his loss. But the wedding wasn't to take place til I finished my training, so that he and I would be Co-Captain's, each to take a different section of guard.
Well, water under the bridge, that.
Bishop, perhaps he will calm down when he gets his friend back.
We retrieved Nettlebane for Danica. I had told him that our pact did not really start until we got his wolf Karnwyr back, but he said as we are traveling together, he would watch my back.
We spent the night in a shack on the other side of the pass, I had not wanted to climb up and over after a hard days fight, but he insisted and in the end won out. He does have the experience in this land, that I do not.
I slept in the one and only bed, by my self.. he took the floor.
My sister Aliyeah would have jumped at the chance, but then again, she liked the "bad boy" type. I will miss her frankness when it comes to men and sex, I'm pretty sure just listening to her and Beighlee gave me all the education one might need to get work in the Red Light district. Well no, hand's on beats word of mouth any day and I had very little of that.
Oh please reader, don't be shocked, I can not see High Rock changing all that much.. and marriages are made as early as thirteen in the "Big Houses", hand-fasting at ten or eleven and contracts in the cradle.
We may or may not go to our spouses virgin, but even those that are, know what is what.. and those that aren't, can fake it well. Didn't know that was possible? Oh yes, muscle control and a small pen knife.
I had been hand-fasted to the son of the Captain of our guard and well we never saw a reason to wait. I don't regret, except his loss. But the wedding wasn't to take place til I finished my training, so that he and I would be Co-Captain's, each to take a different section of guard.
Well, water under the bridge, that.
Bishop, perhaps he will calm down when he gets his friend back.
We retrieved Nettlebane for Danica. I had told him that our pact did not really start until we got his wolf Karnwyr back, but he said as we are traveling together, he would watch my back.
We spent the night in a shack on the other side of the pass, I had not wanted to climb up and over after a hard days fight, but he insisted and in the end won out. He does have the experience in this land, that I do not.
I slept in the one and only bed, by my self.. he took the floor.
Middas, 3rd of Hearthfire, 4E 201
It's been a hectic couple of days and I really can't believe how few it actually was. Well part of that is we caught one of the carriages going by and paid for a ride.
No one in Whiterun knew where the barrow was either, but one of the companions suggested I hire a hunter or ranger and knew that one was in Riverwood. Well that suggestion had come up before, so I took it.
A couple tid-bit's to mention, we were attacked as soon as we got to Iverstead from High Hrothgar, by some religious fanatic's. The guard actually took care of them before Lydia and I could do more than draw our swords. A second dragon attacked us and this time, neither of us came out unscathed.
My skill in Restoration is improving, but this is not the way that I want it to. I know Lydia is not really happy with me, anytime I ask her to share the weight of loot I grab, I get really sarcastic toned responses, though they are proper for a housecarl.
Here I sit in my rented room in Riverwood, I met the Ranger the Companion had spoken of. Can you read a sigh? Well take it as a given that I just did.... and the dreaded teenage eye-roll on top of that. OK so, I really shouldn't do that right, old enough and all that?
Tomorrow Lydia will head back home, the Ranger.. his name is Bishop, said that with her clunking along in that heavy armor, we wouldn't be able to sneak up on a deaf man. Of course he said a lot more and if it wasn't for the fact that I really don't want to trek through a swamp blind, I would fry his rump.. and I may yet, I do have something of a temper.
Bad enough that the two cretins outside wanted to know if I wanted to lip-wrestle with either of them, I now have a traveling companion that keeps calling me Lady-ship, so much for my keeping that quiet, if I say anything it will probably just make it worse.
We are off to save his wolf tomorrow and then headed to Morthal.
No one in Whiterun knew where the barrow was either, but one of the companions suggested I hire a hunter or ranger and knew that one was in Riverwood. Well that suggestion had come up before, so I took it.
A couple tid-bit's to mention, we were attacked as soon as we got to Iverstead from High Hrothgar, by some religious fanatic's. The guard actually took care of them before Lydia and I could do more than draw our swords. A second dragon attacked us and this time, neither of us came out unscathed.
My skill in Restoration is improving, but this is not the way that I want it to. I know Lydia is not really happy with me, anytime I ask her to share the weight of loot I grab, I get really sarcastic toned responses, though they are proper for a housecarl.
Here I sit in my rented room in Riverwood, I met the Ranger the Companion had spoken of. Can you read a sigh? Well take it as a given that I just did.... and the dreaded teenage eye-roll on top of that. OK so, I really shouldn't do that right, old enough and all that?
Tomorrow Lydia will head back home, the Ranger.. his name is Bishop, said that with her clunking along in that heavy armor, we wouldn't be able to sneak up on a deaf man. Of course he said a lot more and if it wasn't for the fact that I really don't want to trek through a swamp blind, I would fry his rump.. and I may yet, I do have something of a temper.
Bad enough that the two cretins outside wanted to know if I wanted to lip-wrestle with either of them, I now have a traveling companion that keeps calling me Lady-ship, so much for my keeping that quiet, if I say anything it will probably just make it worse.
We are off to save his wolf tomorrow and then headed to Morthal.
30th of Last seed 4E 201
I had thought about not waiting to write in but as I would only be writing about bear, wolf and bandit attack's, I figured I would wait until after I had spoken to the Greybeards.
Speak to one of them I did, the rest, well they said word's of power, but never actually spoke to me. They tested me, they taught me new Thu'um's, but they didn't actually answer any of my question's about being Dragonborn, just said I was and gave me one more test.
This test.. another Nordic ruin, but this time somewhere in the middle of the swamp near Morthal.
Lydia said she did not know where exactly this barrow was and no one I asked here In Iverstead did either. Of course that made some sense as it was a distant place.
I had helped the barmaid with some fingering on her lute and gave her some tips about strengthening her voice, but I really thought that she would always have a breathy quality to it, which isn't a bad thing and if you know, you can choose the right songs.
Tomorrow we will head back to Whiterun and see if anyone there knows where this barrow is, if not then I will have to start an inquiry about a hunter or ranger that might be able to help me.
Speak to one of them I did, the rest, well they said word's of power, but never actually spoke to me. They tested me, they taught me new Thu'um's, but they didn't actually answer any of my question's about being Dragonborn, just said I was and gave me one more test.
This test.. another Nordic ruin, but this time somewhere in the middle of the swamp near Morthal.
Lydia said she did not know where exactly this barrow was and no one I asked here In Iverstead did either. Of course that made some sense as it was a distant place.
I had helped the barmaid with some fingering on her lute and gave her some tips about strengthening her voice, but I really thought that she would always have a breathy quality to it, which isn't a bad thing and if you know, you can choose the right songs.
Tomorrow we will head back to Whiterun and see if anyone there knows where this barrow is, if not then I will have to start an inquiry about a hunter or ranger that might be able to help me.
Wednesday, June 28, 2017
19th of Last Seed 4E 201
Bandit's and the dead, walking and otherwise. At a guess I was the only one stupid enough to take on the task, I mean I know their had to be merc's that needed the gold and put as gold and honor they might have gotten the Companions to take the task.
But no, just one young and dumb Breton, with not even a guard to help. I got the stone the Wizard wanted and took it back to the wizard and where did I find myself next? Oh I am sooo glad I you thought to ask ( ok yes I am laughing at myself) I found myself following Whiterun's guards to one of the Watchtowers, that was under attack from a dragon.
What can I say about that fight that anyone reading this 100 year's from now would understand? This dragon was not as large as the black one that had destroyed Helgen, but the fire that spewed from it's mouth was devastating to those not prepared with magical wards.
My, limited alteration skills were put to the test and thankfully held. I knew I would be learning new spells and looking for charm's and enchanted item's that would protect me from not only fire, but also the other elements that a dragon could possibly spit at me.
And I knew, knew with the death of Mirmulnir, that I was different, that my life would never be the same again. I absorbed not only his soul, but the power and knowledge that he had acquired in hundred's of years of life, even if those years had been centuries in the past.
I am sitting and writing this in the small house that I bought in Whiterun. Looking that the woman that the Jarl had appointed my Housecarl. She towered over me, as most Nord's do, Lydia and I think, no I am sure she is wondering how she got stuck following the orders of some snot nosed kid. Tomorrow or the next day we will be heading to High Hrothgar to speak to the Greybeards, the Jarl said that they had summoned me to their Temple on the top of the highest peak in Skyrim.
I was hoping they could explain what being Dragonborn meant more than anyone else, I had asked. I had an awareness I had not had before, but also a sadness that I knew came from loneliness and rage. I understood neither.
Ah well, something to sleep on and not dwell over.
But no, just one young and dumb Breton, with not even a guard to help. I got the stone the Wizard wanted and took it back to the wizard and where did I find myself next? Oh I am sooo glad I you thought to ask ( ok yes I am laughing at myself) I found myself following Whiterun's guards to one of the Watchtowers, that was under attack from a dragon.
What can I say about that fight that anyone reading this 100 year's from now would understand? This dragon was not as large as the black one that had destroyed Helgen, but the fire that spewed from it's mouth was devastating to those not prepared with magical wards.
My, limited alteration skills were put to the test and thankfully held. I knew I would be learning new spells and looking for charm's and enchanted item's that would protect me from not only fire, but also the other elements that a dragon could possibly spit at me.
And I knew, knew with the death of Mirmulnir, that I was different, that my life would never be the same again. I absorbed not only his soul, but the power and knowledge that he had acquired in hundred's of years of life, even if those years had been centuries in the past.
I am sitting and writing this in the small house that I bought in Whiterun. Looking that the woman that the Jarl had appointed my Housecarl. She towered over me, as most Nord's do, Lydia and I think, no I am sure she is wondering how she got stuck following the orders of some snot nosed kid. Tomorrow or the next day we will be heading to High Hrothgar to speak to the Greybeards, the Jarl said that they had summoned me to their Temple on the top of the highest peak in Skyrim.
I was hoping they could explain what being Dragonborn meant more than anyone else, I had asked. I had an awareness I had not had before, but also a sadness that I knew came from loneliness and rage. I understood neither.
Ah well, something to sleep on and not dwell over.
17th of Last Seed 4E 201
It has been a while since I last wrote in this journal, seven months or their about's.
I needed to get this written down, Mother always said that it was important to write thing's down that you may have to explain in detail later.
Anyway, two days ago I was camping halfway between Riverwood and Helgen, when and a dragon flew over. Yes, that's right a real live dragon, black as night, huge I can not express exactly how large it was.
Helgen was a confusion of Imperial troops collecting their dead when I went through the gate. One of the locals said that some people had headed for the cave system's under the Keep, before the tunnel's collapsed and If I could go explore from that direction, I might help any that had gotten trapped.
I only found one man alive and he did not wish me to tell the Imperials that he had made it, but he did ask if I had seen the Jarl of Windhelm. I said no, I didn't think so, as all I saw where a few rag-tag civilians and Imperial soldiers.
I helped him to Riverwood, as he had been injured and his sister asked me to take a message on to the Jarl of Whiterun. I agreed as I thought it would be important for them to know.
And here I am, In Whiterun gathering supplies so that I can go on some fools quest for the court mage, that wants some kind of tablet that is supposed to be in an ancient Nordic ruin.
Do you know what is in ancient Nordic ruins? Dead people.. corpses, ghosts and so I am told, the walking dead. But I am going to go just the same, I said I would, so I will.
I needed to get this written down, Mother always said that it was important to write thing's down that you may have to explain in detail later.
Anyway, two days ago I was camping halfway between Riverwood and Helgen, when and a dragon flew over. Yes, that's right a real live dragon, black as night, huge I can not express exactly how large it was.
Helgen was a confusion of Imperial troops collecting their dead when I went through the gate. One of the locals said that some people had headed for the cave system's under the Keep, before the tunnel's collapsed and If I could go explore from that direction, I might help any that had gotten trapped.
I only found one man alive and he did not wish me to tell the Imperials that he had made it, but he did ask if I had seen the Jarl of Windhelm. I said no, I didn't think so, as all I saw where a few rag-tag civilians and Imperial soldiers.
I helped him to Riverwood, as he had been injured and his sister asked me to take a message on to the Jarl of Whiterun. I agreed as I thought it would be important for them to know.
And here I am, In Whiterun gathering supplies so that I can go on some fools quest for the court mage, that wants some kind of tablet that is supposed to be in an ancient Nordic ruin.
Do you know what is in ancient Nordic ruins? Dead people.. corpses, ghosts and so I am told, the walking dead. But I am going to go just the same, I said I would, so I will.
Journal Entry #1
I have no clue what to day is, so forgive me. I am headed to Skyrim to hopefully disappear into that vast and empty land. My home was attacked and if not for a faithful family retainer, I too would have died with the rest of my family, but now of course I am on the run.
What happen you ask? I wish I knew, some family/ court intrigue no doubt. I would have been more than thrilled to have just completed my training, both magical and martial and then went into the guard. I am not like my sisters, I don't like the "game of houses", were what one wears and who one talks to matters more than what you are actually saying.
What house am I from? That I think needs to not be said, as I am sure that 100 years after I die, this journal will be found and then someone would use it against someone else.. and what's left of my family would stomp my grave.. or scatter my ashes in a cesspit
Who am I? Well that's easier, I am the third youngest of twelve children. I am seventeen as I write this in a camp that overlooks the border. I have had training in weapons, magicka, deportment, politics, history and music since I was old enough to beat time on a skin drum.
We did not get "toy" swords as toddlers, but dull metal one's, that were sharpened when we could understand that they were not toys. You could actually kill someone or yourself with one, as happened to a cousin, he fell on it while running.
My nursery rhymes? Spells and incantations, but put in a lyrical way. We were never "children", we were political weapons and tools. I love my family or loved, depending on who's left, but I could have wished to have been born to a peasant farmers family.
I will pose as a Bard, at least until I get the lay of the land, then perhaps a sell-sword
What happen you ask? I wish I knew, some family/ court intrigue no doubt. I would have been more than thrilled to have just completed my training, both magical and martial and then went into the guard. I am not like my sisters, I don't like the "game of houses", were what one wears and who one talks to matters more than what you are actually saying.
What house am I from? That I think needs to not be said, as I am sure that 100 years after I die, this journal will be found and then someone would use it against someone else.. and what's left of my family would stomp my grave.. or scatter my ashes in a cesspit
Who am I? Well that's easier, I am the third youngest of twelve children. I am seventeen as I write this in a camp that overlooks the border. I have had training in weapons, magicka, deportment, politics, history and music since I was old enough to beat time on a skin drum.
We did not get "toy" swords as toddlers, but dull metal one's, that were sharpened when we could understand that they were not toys. You could actually kill someone or yourself with one, as happened to a cousin, he fell on it while running.
My nursery rhymes? Spells and incantations, but put in a lyrical way. We were never "children", we were political weapons and tools. I love my family or loved, depending on who's left, but I could have wished to have been born to a peasant farmers family.
I will pose as a Bard, at least until I get the lay of the land, then perhaps a sell-sword
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