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...
Friday, June 30, 2017
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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