We slept at the inn for the night and enjoyed a filling meal of fruits and cheeses. We started off a bit late this morning, but the warmer air feels great.
Met a man on the way to Solitude mumbling something about affliction and Peryite; not sure what that means. He didn’t seem to appreciate my staring at his sunken eyes though. Continue reading “30th of Heartfire, 4E 201”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t realize the noble was a retired Legionnaire.” Brynjolf leaned back in his chair so the front legs no longer touched the dirty floor of the Flagon. “Had I known, then yes, I would have taken the back door.” He chuckled. The Flagon erupted with laughter. The dimly lit tavern nestled beneath the city of Riften had been quite empty for some time. Thieves had come and gone; oh no, but not with the Ragged Flagon’s belongings—the tavern was a home, a safe haven for thieves. It was the home of the Thieves Guild, a notorious guild of shadow walkers, taking from the rich, giving to the poor (or keeping it to themselves). Continue reading “Chapter One: So Easy, a Footpad Could Do It”
No, I didn’t forget about this blog and no, I did not forget about the stories I’ve started.
I’ve been running a guild on ESO for several months and it was time consuming. Left no room for other games, but I stopped running it, so now I’m back and I do have some posts coming up.
I am doing a COMPLETE rewrite of A Skyrim Tale. I never liked my main character. I really like stealthy characters. I always play as one in any game. So, stay tuned for that. Hoping it’ll be more fun to write than before.
~and now I vanish into the mist~
The road to Riverwood was much longer than I remember it being. I must be exhausted from the travelling.
Delphine knows how we’re going to find out if the Thalmor are behind the dragon attacks; I’m not too keen on her plan though.
She wants me to travel to Solitude, while that sounds exciting enough, the Thalmor Embassy is near the city. She wants me to infiltrate it!
Lydia has reassured me that if we’re going to end the dragon invasion, we’ll need to trust Delphine.
But to what extent?
Stayed in the Candlehearth Hall for the night. Got flirted with by the server, Susanna the Wicked. When we stepped outside after breakfast, we were relieved to see the snow storm had let up.
We met Delphine at Kynesgrove. By the time we arrived, that black dragon I had spotted in Riverwood was flying over the dragon burial mound, speaking the dragon language.
But I did it. I killed another dragon. His name was Sahloknir.
Delphine was surprised to see my power! She then told me everything; she’s a retired Blade and she suspected the Thalmor were behind the dragons’ return. We’re meeting back in Riverwood to discuss our next course of action.
Ran into a jester along the road…
A jester…in Skyrim. I can’t remember ever seeing an actual jester in this age. The little man was out of his head; deranged.
His wagon wheel broke, so I convinced the farmer off the road to help him. Continue reading “27th of Heartfire, 4E 201”
Blast! The horn wasn’t at Ustengrav! Someone got there before me, told me to rent the attic room at the inn in Riverwood.
When we got to Riverwood, the innkeeper turned out to be the one that stole the horn. Told me that the dragons are coming back to life, from the dead!
She supposedly figured out where the next one will be awoken: Kynesgrove, near Windhelm. We leave in the morning.
This better not be a waste of time.