I found the dog which Lod, the blacksmith had spoken of, and so far he has led me on a wild, coin less goose chase. Apparently the dog has is or is possessed by the spirit of Barbas, the companion of clavicus vile. They had some sort of falling out and the dog requested my aid in reparing the relationship in return for a reward. I agreed. We went to the shrine of Clavicus Vile which was several miles away...and infested with vampires. After clearing it of the vile creatures I finally found the shrine itself and held an audience with Clavicus. The daedra refused to accept the dog back until I fetch an axe of mythic power for him he called the rueful axe. Unfortunately for me that axe is located on the other side of Skyrim. So I'm on my way, Barbas is accompanying me, I actually don't mind him that much when he's quiet, he's a decent fighter. I just hope this all pays off in the end. I'm spending the night at Rorikstead, the innkeeper mentioned a bounty for a bandit leader nearby so I intend to eliminate that threat before leaving the area, and while I still have Barbas's help.
I had a somewhat pleasant run-in with a young man named Erik who happens to be the son of the innkeeper here, as a matter of fact he just left my room. He approached me shortly after i entered the inn, probably after seeing my adventurers gear, and asked me if I could talk to his father about allowing him to venture outside of Rorikstead himself instead of staying as a farmer. For some reason I said yes, and spoke to the innkeeper again. At first the old man was hesitant, but on an impulse i offered him most of the gold I had and told him to give it to his son to allow him to buy some armor. I don't know why i did it but the innkeeper accepted gratefully and he must have talked to his son immediately after for he came into my room hesitantly while I was eating my overcooked chicken breast, tangy eider cheese, amazing black briar mead and thanked me. He was a very nice young man, I don't suppose he'll survive long in the wilderness, although I suppose many would say that about me too and I've been doing alright. I haven't slept with anyone since my banishment, it was an odd yet somewhat pleasant feeling, the warm touch of a Nord is so different than that of a dunmer. I suppose I should have told him he will never see me again, but for some reason i didn't. perhaps I feel guilty, almost as if I owe him instead of vice versa, mainly because he helped pull a rambling drunk named Sam off of me in the main room of the inn. The damned imperial wanted me to participate in a drinking game with him and got quite disturbed when I turned him down.
Monday, January 7, 2013
Tirdas, 5:01 PM, 26th of Last Seed
Got rewarded for 'slaying' the monster, but not half as well as I'd have liked. Am setting out tonight in search of a dog a blacksmith claims to have lost. He promised a reward. I feel so stupid running errands like this but how else will i ever be able to afford equiptment? The Jarl of Falkreath(a pompous youg whip) gave me the honoryary title of Thane and told me I was free to purchase land in his district. What good that does me I know not.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Many months later...
The air is getting crisp out. After being forced to leave my cave I had taken shelter in for nearly two months I have been wandering the barren southern landscape of Skyrim. I stumbled into a small dismal town they called Falkreath were I overheard several men speaking of a violent murder of a little girl. They tried to shoo me away when they saw my condition, but I was persistent until they at last told me that the killer was a man locked in the town's dungeons. He was as I had expected, inhuman The whole situation had reeked of Magicka or else I would have never investigated. After a mild charm spell had been cast on him the man was more than willing to explain to me that he was indeed a werewolf, but for some reason he was very unwilling to disclose he was cursed by Hircine. Hircine is, as far as my knowledge of Daedric princes goes, supposedly a friend of were wolfs and all creatures of the hunt. I questioned the man once on this matter but his resistance was too strong, and I felt that strengthening the spell was an unnecessary expenditure of my energy.
Regardless, the man offered me the cursed ring which Hircine and 'gifted' him and asked that I slay the great white stag which roamed the area to summon Hircine, and then straightway return the ring to the Daedric prince. Typically I would be unwilling to lend aid to a stranger, especially one was so deeply entangled in Magicka I do not fully understand. But something about the man's plea, and the chance that I may be able to confront the Prince of the Hunt, obliged me to say yes.
Hunting down the stag was not as difficult as I had imagined it would be. After lacing my daggar with the poisen of the vile frostbite spider I found a bushy spot where I could hide. The man had told me the area where the stag came to drink, and sure enough, he had not steered me wrong. I heard the great beast step softley into the clearing. I held myself back though until I could smell it near me, and to my great luck it stopped mere feet away from me to lap up the cool water.
After the beast lay dead at my feet it was only a matter of moments before I heard Hircine's voice. He congratulated me on my victory, particularly pleased that I had managed the job so smoothly without any form of vision. His next request however put a sour taste into my mouth, he wished me to prove my ability to hunt by finding the werewolf who I had spoken to in the prison and slaying him as well. I told Hircine that I would, but never in my head was I able to agree to the arrangement I may play with black magic, perhaps I have killed a few innocents as well. But I have never gone back on my word. I promised the cursed man that I would intercede on his behalf and not even the Daedric prince Hircine had any ability to make me change my mind.
I left the Daedric prince thinking that he had just sealed his wayward werewolf's fate. It was not to be, however. I found the werewolf hiding in small underground barrow, near where Hircine had told me he might be. Inside were a few hunters, most were bloodied and several were already dead. They told me that the werewolf had ventured further in, and looked at me in shock when I nodded and continued after the beast alone.
In fact I did not have to walk for long. The man found me. He was wary, as he should have been, I'm sure that he had guessed Hircine desired him dead. I calmed his fears however, and offered him my help in clearing the barrow of the remaining hunters. It was an easy task. In fact most of the hunters turned tail and ran when they saw the mighty feral beast and the blind Elven necromancer leaping at them from the darkness. The ones that didn't move fast enough were slowed by my magic and then shredded by the ivory claws of my companion.
After the brief battle the werewolf thanked me quietly and then left me. I suppose he didn't want to wait around long enough for me to change my mind. I was a bit concerned as I exited the barrow, afriad that Hircine would be waiting outside, furious at my blatant lie.
I did hear his voice the moment I stepped outside, but it was not angry, in fact he sounded jovial at my turning of the hunt upon the hunters He finally accepted the cursed ring from me and exchanged it with one he said may someday bring me greater prowess in the hunt. I did not understand, but I thanked him and moved on.
Right now I am reclining on a dirty bedroll I found near a burning fire which is nestled under a stone wall near the barrow. It began to rain almost as soon as I got here so I was very grateful for the shelter. There were a few men and one woman who must have been calling this their home but I heard them running noisily through the rain and used a shock spell to kill them before they even reached their destination. I will not stay here for more than a day. I must return to Falkreath so that I can attempt to get some money out of them for 'avenging' the girls death. I need supplies badly.
Regardless, the man offered me the cursed ring which Hircine and 'gifted' him and asked that I slay the great white stag which roamed the area to summon Hircine, and then straightway return the ring to the Daedric prince. Typically I would be unwilling to lend aid to a stranger, especially one was so deeply entangled in Magicka I do not fully understand. But something about the man's plea, and the chance that I may be able to confront the Prince of the Hunt, obliged me to say yes.
Hunting down the stag was not as difficult as I had imagined it would be. After lacing my daggar with the poisen of the vile frostbite spider I found a bushy spot where I could hide. The man had told me the area where the stag came to drink, and sure enough, he had not steered me wrong. I heard the great beast step softley into the clearing. I held myself back though until I could smell it near me, and to my great luck it stopped mere feet away from me to lap up the cool water.
After the beast lay dead at my feet it was only a matter of moments before I heard Hircine's voice. He congratulated me on my victory, particularly pleased that I had managed the job so smoothly without any form of vision. His next request however put a sour taste into my mouth, he wished me to prove my ability to hunt by finding the werewolf who I had spoken to in the prison and slaying him as well. I told Hircine that I would, but never in my head was I able to agree to the arrangement I may play with black magic, perhaps I have killed a few innocents as well. But I have never gone back on my word. I promised the cursed man that I would intercede on his behalf and not even the Daedric prince Hircine had any ability to make me change my mind.
I left the Daedric prince thinking that he had just sealed his wayward werewolf's fate. It was not to be, however. I found the werewolf hiding in small underground barrow, near where Hircine had told me he might be. Inside were a few hunters, most were bloodied and several were already dead. They told me that the werewolf had ventured further in, and looked at me in shock when I nodded and continued after the beast alone.
In fact I did not have to walk for long. The man found me. He was wary, as he should have been, I'm sure that he had guessed Hircine desired him dead. I calmed his fears however, and offered him my help in clearing the barrow of the remaining hunters. It was an easy task. In fact most of the hunters turned tail and ran when they saw the mighty feral beast and the blind Elven necromancer leaping at them from the darkness. The ones that didn't move fast enough were slowed by my magic and then shredded by the ivory claws of my companion.
After the brief battle the werewolf thanked me quietly and then left me. I suppose he didn't want to wait around long enough for me to change my mind. I was a bit concerned as I exited the barrow, afriad that Hircine would be waiting outside, furious at my blatant lie.
I did hear his voice the moment I stepped outside, but it was not angry, in fact he sounded jovial at my turning of the hunt upon the hunters He finally accepted the cursed ring from me and exchanged it with one he said may someday bring me greater prowess in the hunt. I did not understand, but I thanked him and moved on.
Right now I am reclining on a dirty bedroll I found near a burning fire which is nestled under a stone wall near the barrow. It began to rain almost as soon as I got here so I was very grateful for the shelter. There were a few men and one woman who must have been calling this their home but I heard them running noisily through the rain and used a shock spell to kill them before they even reached their destination. I will not stay here for more than a day. I must return to Falkreath so that I can attempt to get some money out of them for 'avenging' the girls death. I need supplies badly.
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
The soul eater
Ahh skyrim how i realize i have not missed you as much as my fealty to you demands! But a new mistress has been dominating my horizon for the last several weeks. Yes, i have fallen victim to the World of Warcraft. In one week i have almost leveled my paladin 30 times...and managed to work 60 some hours too. I will tell you leveling in wow is almost as difficult as making crudites for 350...however the crudites aren't half as rewarding!
On another random note...i think my cat has a bladder infection because she considers herself the self appointed Venus flytrap of the house... fly's have so many icky bacteria on them, doesn't it seem plausible Either way i intend to start lacing her food with febreeze cause if shes gonna pee on everything it might as well deodorize instead of hardcore reek...
On another random note...i think my cat has a bladder infection because she considers herself the self appointed Venus flytrap of the house... fly's have so many icky bacteria on them, doesn't it seem plausible Either way i intend to start lacing her food with febreeze cause if shes gonna pee on everything it might as well deodorize instead of hardcore reek...
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Noon, the next day
The claw wound up opening a door even further into the ruins, inside the door I had hoped to find a good spot to call home and start my experimenting, it was not to be however. There was a huge arcane 'wall' in the back of the room. When I approached it a strange humming noise began to emit from it, filling my senses like a good bottle of Sujamma.
I don't know if it was only emanating power or if some kind of ancient Nordic power actually entered me. Either was it was enough to make me realize that a place holding powers like this was no place for me to set up shop.
After I left the Barrow I found this cave, filled with skeletons and one novice necromancer. It even has an enchanting table already located inside! What luck! It's not far from Rivertown, and in a few hours I intend to set out to Whiterun and see how far away it is. I may just call this cave home, unless of course I find a better one on my way to Whiterun. I'm so excited to use the corpse of the necromancer as my first victim! I just can't wait!
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Sundas, 8:44 PM 17th of Last Seed
A dragon. The greatest of all the creatures, a creature even the most daring of conjurers fears to bring forth. I saw a dragon. And it was no mere mist or shade from the netherworld, oh no, this was a true reincarnation of the mighty Alduin himself, I have no doubt in my mind. It was he.
A kindly city guard helped me escape the wreckage of Helgen, in fact he brought me to his families home, fed me and offered me a bed for the night as well. But I am no stranger to the dark, nor to the cold, although I shall admit that I have never stepped foot in Skyrim before, so I expect there will be some differences here from what I am used to in Morrowind. I hear they have no Cliff Racers. What a pity. No Guars either, I will miss those peaceful creatures. They seemed to bring a sense of stability to the upheaval and unrest that is Morrowind these days. I have no intention of intruding on this peacful open family any more, I bring with me only death and threat of death. I must retire to somewhere hidden where I can once again practice my dark art without threat or interruption.
I overheard the family talking about a certain "Bleak Falls Barrow" situated not far out of town, to the north west I believe. It sounds like some sort of old Nord ruin, perhaps containing undead! I head there as soon as I have bartered for a pair of boots from the uncle (who is also a blacksmith) NOT made of chainmail, I can barely move my feet in these dreadful things. I am a 109 pound dunmer woman, how in the world did he expect me to be able to move!
A kindly city guard helped me escape the wreckage of Helgen, in fact he brought me to his families home, fed me and offered me a bed for the night as well. But I am no stranger to the dark, nor to the cold, although I shall admit that I have never stepped foot in Skyrim before, so I expect there will be some differences here from what I am used to in Morrowind. I hear they have no Cliff Racers. What a pity. No Guars either, I will miss those peaceful creatures. They seemed to bring a sense of stability to the upheaval and unrest that is Morrowind these days. I have no intention of intruding on this peacful open family any more, I bring with me only death and threat of death. I must retire to somewhere hidden where I can once again practice my dark art without threat or interruption.
I overheard the family talking about a certain "Bleak Falls Barrow" situated not far out of town, to the north west I believe. It sounds like some sort of old Nord ruin, perhaps containing undead! I head there as soon as I have bartered for a pair of boots from the uncle (who is also a blacksmith) NOT made of chainmail, I can barely move my feet in these dreadful things. I am a 109 pound dunmer woman, how in the world did he expect me to be able to move!
New Character
So I'm starting a new character. I didn't really have the desire to play Jade any more since she beat the main quest, plus for a while now I've been wanting to try playing a darker character.
My new heroine then (since the only man I ever play is an imperial 'andre the giant') is Ravenna Polk (not her real last name, she changed it to protect her family and herself), dark elf from Morrowind. She's actually based on a character from a novel I'm trying to finish writing. In both my book and for Skyrim Ravenna was cast out of her family and her country when she torched her parents estate to the ground while practicing necromantic rituals. Her family was unaware of the fact that their daughter was in the process of studying necromancy or they surely would have killed her. Unlike some Dunmer who are fine with the idea of raising the dead, Ravenna's parents found it a disgusting, sinful crime. She was exported to Cyrodiil where she began tried to begin her studies anew, but found it too dificult in the tight laced country...so she decided to cross the border to Skyrim...da da da dum.
So I've never succesfully played a mage character before, so this should be interesting we'll see how far I get. Oh! And I forgot to mention two things about Ravenna. One: the fire left her blind, her other senses are very keen however, especially her sense of hearing, so she can still operate very effectively in stealth combat situations, and one on one, however group fights with with steel she has little choice but to run from. (hence why she is a mage) She also cannot use a bow and arrow...should make the dragon slaying interesting...work on that ranged magic! Secondly: In the explosion that destroyed her home she was attempting to learn how the body and soul are seperated at death, and how it is that the soul never really seems to die, only the body. Somehow in the process she partially seperated her own soul and body, which had the result of making her almost immortal...her body can be killed, but her soul is capable of reincarnating her body becuase of the fact that it is no longer trapped inside of it. (it makes a lot more sense in my book, I explain better :) Basically though her soul brings her back to wherever the last F5 was :D
On another note my kitty got declawed today and she wants me to tell everyone out their suffering from rare tropical diseases that it could be a lot worse.
Off to Skyriming!
My new heroine then (since the only man I ever play is an imperial 'andre the giant') is Ravenna Polk (not her real last name, she changed it to protect her family and herself), dark elf from Morrowind. She's actually based on a character from a novel I'm trying to finish writing. In both my book and for Skyrim Ravenna was cast out of her family and her country when she torched her parents estate to the ground while practicing necromantic rituals. Her family was unaware of the fact that their daughter was in the process of studying necromancy or they surely would have killed her. Unlike some Dunmer who are fine with the idea of raising the dead, Ravenna's parents found it a disgusting, sinful crime. She was exported to Cyrodiil where she began tried to begin her studies anew, but found it too dificult in the tight laced country...so she decided to cross the border to Skyrim...da da da dum.
So I've never succesfully played a mage character before, so this should be interesting we'll see how far I get. Oh! And I forgot to mention two things about Ravenna. One: the fire left her blind, her other senses are very keen however, especially her sense of hearing, so she can still operate very effectively in stealth combat situations, and one on one, however group fights with with steel she has little choice but to run from. (hence why she is a mage) She also cannot use a bow and arrow...should make the dragon slaying interesting...work on that ranged magic! Secondly: In the explosion that destroyed her home she was attempting to learn how the body and soul are seperated at death, and how it is that the soul never really seems to die, only the body. Somehow in the process she partially seperated her own soul and body, which had the result of making her almost immortal...her body can be killed, but her soul is capable of reincarnating her body becuase of the fact that it is no longer trapped inside of it. (it makes a lot more sense in my book, I explain better :) Basically though her soul brings her back to wherever the last F5 was :D
On another note my kitty got declawed today and she wants me to tell everyone out their suffering from rare tropical diseases that it could be a lot worse.
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