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."
Tuesday, July 4, 2017
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.
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