Still have not been back to Whiterun Lucia is probably going to start wondering if I died out here. Almost. A few times. But none noteworthy. My biggest battle was by far the troll ambush I encountered on my way up to Windhelm. I'm staying at the New Gnisis Corner club tonight. It typically does not offer a place to sleep, but there is a definite hostility towards my kind here in Windhelm, so I asked if I could stay here, my bed is two burlap sack full of flour, but it's better than a knife in the back, which I am afraid may have welcomed me at the Candlelight Inn. Such an inviting name for a group of such hostile people.
The reason I am in this area of Skyrim is simple. On my way back from the Dwemer forge, I was examining my map, marking it with the location of the forge and such. It was while perusing my cryptic notes scattered across the worn parchment that I realized a fragment of the Gaulder amulet rested nearby, withing half a mile of where I stood as a matter of fact. It was in another Draugr crypt of course, Geirmunds rest I believe it was called. The crypt itself was not as expensive as the first, but it's guardian was much more powerful. He had the capability of casting a teleport spell on himself, and cloning at the same time. Making it almost impossible for me to tell which image to fire at, typically in a situation like this I would have been able to sense the clones from the real enemy because the clones have no life in them, where as the enemy does, however, in this case all were lifeless since the guardian was a draugr. Finally, Aranea, the priestess of Azura had an idea, she grabbed an old Nordic bow from a dusty draugr corpse and began to fire arrows at the draugr. The arrows stuck in the real image, but phased through the clones. Once she had some arrows sticking out of the true guardian she was able to guide our shots of fire to the correct enemy by yelling to me 'left', 'right', or 'mid'. It was a tedious battle, as the draugr was also capable of shouting in the Nordic tongue, but we came out victorious in the end.
I retrieved the second amulet fragment, once again on fire to find them all and unlock Gaulder's power. For that reason Aranea and I traveled from Geirmunds, directly to Saarthal, only stopping to spend the night in an abandoned watchtower.
We were met with disappointment at Saarthal however. The ruins were sealed shut tight, it looks as if an excavation is either taking place there, or about to. I considered going to Winterhold to see if the Jarl new anything about it, but I would assume that it has something to do with the mage's college, since there was a large chest on the sight, stocked with textbooks and works on ancient Nordic history. For this reason I held off on going to Winterhold. The Jarl has no love for the mages I have learned, and I don't believe I am ready to try and barter with them either. All I want is access to the ruins. i suppose I will have to travel there eventually if I am ever to recover the last fragment, but it can wait for a week or so.
On my way to Windhelm I discovered the cult of Boethiah's hiding place. They seem to think that I wish to join their ranks. I do not. However I have discovered that being a champion of a Daedra is never without it's perks. In order to start the initiation process I was instructed to bring a willing victim to the shrine and slay them. A task which is easier said than done as most people would never willingly follow me. However I will keep it in mind, and if the opportunity presents itself, I will take it. Aranea, of course, is repulsed by the idea as she sees all Daedra as nothing, except Azura, who is everything. I have to agree with her that Azura is the only Daedra whom I view as truly powerful. She holds the moon in one hand, the sun in the other, and the stars surround her head. It is a beautiful, ethereal power. However, the other Daedra are not without their own unique abilities, and the more I can glean from their power, the more power I can possess. Nothing wrong with that.
I was asked by the barkeep if I could do him a favor and kill the giant at cradlecrush rock, apparently this giant is stalking the land where the barkeep likes to pick herbs for his alchemy. Being not only a fellow alchemist, but also slightly in his debt I agreed. So I will have to do that tomorrow, before heading out of here, I also believe that I will go up to the palace. I wish to see this Ulfric, speak with him, see what drives him. So far he is not making many friends among my people, and although I am a banished refugee, an enemy of the Dunmer is still an enemy of Ravenna. I am beginning to think that the sooner the Stormcloak rebels are disposed of the sooner that Skyrim can go back to it's natural state. Of course there are also the Thalmor and the Forsworn whom I view as twin blights of equal repulsiveness which must be eradicated as well. But without the rebels constantly attacking and starting petty squabbles,
and neglecting the common good, disposing of the others will be much easier.
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