Monday, April 16, 2012
Tirdas, 7:15 PM, 21st of Last Seed
Attacked by ANOTHER dragon today! I ran out of arrows during the fight but was lucky enough to find an alcove to hide in for shelter. The beast came down after me and I was quick to finish it. On our way down the mountain Lydia slipped. I swear to Talos I moved faster then I ever have before but I was unable to catch her outstretched hand. I have been searching all day for her...her body, her sword, anything alive or other wise and found nothing. I stumbled across the Shrine of Azura just as night was setting in and have decided to camp here at least for tonight. The sole priestess allowed it on the condition that I do some menial favor for the silent god. I agreed but told them that Lydia came first. I must find her, the echoes of her piercing painful scream echo through my head like they echoed against the icy mountain sides. I know that beautiful girl would search until her little legs went out if I were to go missing. I must find her!
Midas, 4:23 PM, 20th of Last Seed
I thought I'd make it to Iron Bind Barrow today. And honestly if I really pushed myself I probably could. But I am spent. Lydia had a chance to prove herself in battle today! The girl did well. She took less of a beating than I did, I wasn't aware that she was so skilled in ranged attacks. What happened is this: we were attacked by a dragon! We brought it down in time, and then it was just a simple game of cat and mouse dodging in, getting in a good hit and then darting back out before it's giant jaws snapped shut on us.
And that's not all. As we continued down the hill after slaying the dragon I sighted another Word Wall like the one I learned the dragon word 'fus' from in Bleak Falls Barrow. Curious about the word which might be inscribed on it I ventured closer. There was a coffin by the wall but I paid it little heed. It was broad daylight out, what sort of crazy undead would awaken under a luminous sun? I though. I was wrong. The coffin opened. And what followed was the hairiest fight of my life. I swear he some kind of demi-god, the power that creature wielded! But Lydia and I prevailed, mainly by kiting him from a distance. Or one of us would distract him while the other dashed in to land a solid blow. when he finally succumbed I found a strange and obviously powerful mask in his ashy remains, inscribed withe the single word, 'Krosis'. It seems very valuable, but after that fight I think I may well keep this mask as a trophy!
We are going to spend the rest of the day and night at Night Gate Inn. I took several good blows, including a bloody wonder to the head, and feel I should rest at least a day before braving the vile winds again.
And that's not all. As we continued down the hill after slaying the dragon I sighted another Word Wall like the one I learned the dragon word 'fus' from in Bleak Falls Barrow. Curious about the word which might be inscribed on it I ventured closer. There was a coffin by the wall but I paid it little heed. It was broad daylight out, what sort of crazy undead would awaken under a luminous sun? I though. I was wrong. The coffin opened. And what followed was the hairiest fight of my life. I swear he some kind of demi-god, the power that creature wielded! But Lydia and I prevailed, mainly by kiting him from a distance. Or one of us would distract him while the other dashed in to land a solid blow. when he finally succumbed I found a strange and obviously powerful mask in his ashy remains, inscribed withe the single word, 'Krosis'. It seems very valuable, but after that fight I think I may well keep this mask as a trophy!
We are going to spend the rest of the day and night at Night Gate Inn. I took several good blows, including a bloody wonder to the head, and feel I should rest at least a day before braving the vile winds again.
Tirdas, 9:00 PM, 19th of Last Seed
Made it to Jarl Baalgruuf's keep today (or however the hell you spell his name...I may be a Nord but I was raised in southern Cyrodiil). His bodyguard accosted me on the way in, but she turned out to be a fairly decent woman. The Jarl sent us to the Western Watchtower almost immediately to clear out what we thought was the dragon that attacked Helgen. His court wizard also relieved me of that Dragon Tablet I'd been carrying, so I'm glad I copied the ruins down.
When we arrived at the watchtower it was immediately obvious to me that this was not the same dragon which assaulted us at Helgen. It was much smaller and less powerful. We brought it down fairly quickly. but now here's the weird part. As the dragon exhaled for the last time this hot current of --energy? --life force? began to rip away from the body--and come towards me! I admit I may have flinched, cowered back at first as the hot ripples of power surrounded me, but as this energy continued to surround it also began to penetrate, at least I swear that's what it felt like. It entered me. I stood tall then and grew more confident, it was an amazing feeling of power. I don't know how to describe it. It was as if all the memories, all the victories, all the soul of the fallen dragon were transferred to me. Of course the guard were all in an uproar about it, calling me the mythical 'dragon-born' but I'm a Nord, in no way a descendant to the Septims. Erelith, the Jarl's bodyguard agreed with me I believe, although she did try to evade the subject. She finally said she assumed it was just because I landed the last blow in the dragon, it could have been any one of us. But she also mentioned that if I really wanted to learn more I could go to the grey beards. I don't know about that though. Perhaps. On a side not the Jarl declared me his Thane and gave me a housecarl named Lydia. She's sweet and young and I have yet to see how she handles a sword.
On my way back into Whiterun I heard a might voice like thunder rip across the skies. "DOVAKIIN!" Are they grey beards summoning me? Do they presume that I am their wretched puppet because I assisted a group of six guards and the Jarl's personal bodyguard in bringing down a dragon?
When we arrived at the watchtower it was immediately obvious to me that this was not the same dragon which assaulted us at Helgen. It was much smaller and less powerful. We brought it down fairly quickly. but now here's the weird part. As the dragon exhaled for the last time this hot current of --energy? --life force? began to rip away from the body--and come towards me! I admit I may have flinched, cowered back at first as the hot ripples of power surrounded me, but as this energy continued to surround it also began to penetrate, at least I swear that's what it felt like. It entered me. I stood tall then and grew more confident, it was an amazing feeling of power. I don't know how to describe it. It was as if all the memories, all the victories, all the soul of the fallen dragon were transferred to me. Of course the guard were all in an uproar about it, calling me the mythical 'dragon-born' but I'm a Nord, in no way a descendant to the Septims. Erelith, the Jarl's bodyguard agreed with me I believe, although she did try to evade the subject. She finally said she assumed it was just because I landed the last blow in the dragon, it could have been any one of us. But she also mentioned that if I really wanted to learn more I could go to the grey beards. I don't know about that though. Perhaps. On a side not the Jarl declared me his Thane and gave me a housecarl named Lydia. She's sweet and young and I have yet to see how she handles a sword.
On my way back into Whiterun I heard a might voice like thunder rip across the skies. "DOVAKIIN!" Are they grey beards summoning me? Do they presume that I am their wretched puppet because I assisted a group of six guards and the Jarl's personal bodyguard in bringing down a dragon?
Morndas, 10:49 PM, 18th of Last Seed
For 10 gold this room at the Bannered Mare is an excellent bargain! I absolutely love the porch, I mean where else in Skyrim can you rent a room for 10g and get your own private porch above the dining room. I can sit up here and lounge and listen to music and chatter and get drunk all without the obnoxious nosy smelly random drunk man hitting on me!
Oh! And my honey nut treat! And the Black Briar mead! Supper is delicious tonight. I wanted to go to the Jarl today to speak with him about the dragon which attacked Helgen. He probably should send troops to Riverwood just to make them feel safer. But to be honest I don't know what good troops would do. They were pretty damn noneffective at Helgen. Anyways, I didn't make it to the keep, it took longer to get to Whiterun than I had anticipated, I was ambushed by several bandits, and while looting their corpses what I assume was the rest of their party also stumbled into me. Needless to say they are all enjoying a dirt nap now!
Oh! And my honey nut treat! And the Black Briar mead! Supper is delicious tonight. I wanted to go to the Jarl today to speak with him about the dragon which attacked Helgen. He probably should send troops to Riverwood just to make them feel safer. But to be honest I don't know what good troops would do. They were pretty damn noneffective at Helgen. Anyways, I didn't make it to the keep, it took longer to get to Whiterun than I had anticipated, I was ambushed by several bandits, and while looting their corpses what I assume was the rest of their party also stumbled into me. Needless to say they are all enjoying a dirt nap now!
Morndas, 6:58 AM, 18th of Last Seed
Finally made it out of Bleak Falls Barrow! I recovered that Golden Claw for the shopkeep (I don't even remember his name...) in Riverwood, but also found a strange dragon-isk tablet on the body of a now (permenantly) deceased Draugr. It seems to be some kind of epitaph, but I can't make most of it out. I'm transcribing it here, in case I find a scholor on the subject. 'Here' being a partially used journal I found in this bandit camp I am staying at tonight. The woman whom it had belonged to was also a Jade Rae...it ends in some obscure remark about "corrupted save...tpo many mods...oooaahhh!" How strange is that!?
For some reason I am convinced that that last word is Alduin. I know not why, but it must be. It just must be! Oh, and one other thing. One of the bandits had what appears to be a treasure map of Riverwood on him. I'll have to check it out. I do love treasure!
Moved!
Idea: I am a self professed nerd. How about taking it to the next level. I admit it, I have a skyrim journal. I'm seriously considering moving my Skyrim journal to my blog. I mean, why not? It's not as detail focused as some of the other ES journals out there I've read, but hey, it's mine...I mean, what's not to love about that !!
Right now I'm playing a Nord heroine, Jade Rae (yup, I'm creative). Yah I've decided. I'm moving the journal over here.
Right now I'm playing a Nord heroine, Jade Rae (yup, I'm creative). Yah I've decided. I'm moving the journal over here.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Apple Pie
Why is it that pie crust is never perfect when you make it? And it's even worse when you buy it. I can follow all of grandmas old recipes, look it up on Epicurus, but my pie crust is never just how I want it. And yet I know that there is such a thing as a perfect pie crust, because I have had it before, typically made by little white haired ladies at bake sales. So why can't I make it? I was so close the other day, I had the crunch, I had the mulitple delicate layers, I had the color...but it tasted like crisco. :( Is it possible to perfect my pie crust before I too am a white haired lady? Or is it like sushi and the true masters are aged veterans? I have not given up yet!
Began packing today, all in all packing is by far the worst part of moving, followed closely by unpacking. Why do I have so much stuff? I'm debating whether or not to just start tossing stuff until everything fits in one little parcel.
Began packing today, all in all packing is by far the worst part of moving, followed closely by unpacking. Why do I have so much stuff? I'm debating whether or not to just start tossing stuff until everything fits in one little parcel.
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