18th of Last Seed 4E201
When I woke up, the sun was already up, and my new friend was still there, watching me from the doorway. I got up and stretched, and decided to try to make it to Riverwood. Hopefully there wouldn't me any more bandits along the road. I didn't want to go to the camp I had seen, but I made a mental note of where it was, just in case I decided to return.
I came across a man on the road in armor. I walked by him, only to have him start attacking me! Thankfully he was no match for my companion and I. His armor was too heavy to carry, but he had a few smaller items of value in his hip pouch. I left him by the side of the road. Some mud crabs attacked us when we stopped at their pool to get some water. I killed them and took their claws, in case we got hungry later. Horrible creatures. I found a strange glowing plant near the water's edge, and it made a chiming noise. I picked it, in case it was valuable.
I followed a small footpath from the pond, and heard wolves howling nearby. I went the opposite direction that I heard them from, and came across a stone circle with an altar in the middle of it, and skeletons everywhere. The woman there was not happy to see me, and attacked. She didn't last long. I also found more nightshade there, and added it to my collection.
I came across a hunter on horseback, and traded her some of my septims for some food. I couldn't help but be reminded of the hunter who had saved me.
I found a shrine not too far from the road. There were dead worshippers everywhere, and an altmer wearing robes like the Thalmor at Helgen. He had a note on his body from who I assumed was a superior, chastising him for believing that there was a Talos shrine in the area here. It told him to come back with proof of it, or not at all. I took his robes, cleaning them off in the lake nearby. They looked comfortable, and not scratchy like the ones I'd gotten in Helgen. I took a quick bath in the lake, rested for some lunch, setting my new clothes out on some rocks to dry in the sun.
Further down the road and around a bend, I came across three stones. They each had carvings on them. I touched the one with a carving depicting a mage on it, and it came to life, glowing and shooting a column of light into the sky. The dog just barked at it.
At last, a town! This seems to be Riverwood, that had Hadvar mentioned. An old woman near the gate started yelling about a dragon, and a man near her chastised her for it, saying that people would think she was crazy. If that were my son (he had called her mother) I wouldn't stand for him talking to me that way. I was going to tell him she wasn't crazy, but then I spotted Hadvar and went over to him. His uncle Alvor invited us into his home, and I met Alvor's wife and daughter. She welcomed me, and told me I was pretty, and warned me to stay away from her husband. I sat down and had some food that she brought us while Hadvar told them about our ordeal in Helgen. I held some food under the table for the dog, who had followed me inside and sat at my feet. Alvor gave me some supplies, and asked if I would help them in return for their hospitality. He told me that the Jarl in Whiterun needed to know that there was a dragon on the loose, so he could send soldiers to help defend Riverwood. I decided to stay here for the night, and head there in the morning. Another night in a bed, I could get used to this.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
17th of Last Seed 4E 201
The sun was still a few hours from setting after we made it out of Helgen, so after resting for a bit I decided to explore a little, and perhaps find somewhere to rest for the night. I wasn't sure how far away Riverwood was, so I decided not to take my chances and risk traveling after nightfall. I managed to find a small road, and just off of it was a camp. There were bees flying around, and a hive in a tree nearby, but thankfully my presence didn't bother them. The camp seemed abandoned, so I looked around, picking up a potion and a book lying near a chest. I tried the chest and found it to be locked, but it soon opened, without breaking my lockpick. Inside were a few septims and a bluish purple crystal. I shut the chest and got up, then heard voices behind me. Apparently the camp was not abandoned after all, it was a home to three bandits. I decided to try out my newly learned spells, and they were quickly defeated, my fire and lightning ending their attacks. I rested for a moment and used my healing spell that I had learned, smiling as the pain from their wounds lessened before vanishing completely. I didn't have many healing potions, so I'm thankful that I learned this spell. I took their gear to sell when I reached a town and left them there to explore the area around the camp.
I found more nightshade near their camp, next to the road. I picked it, since all that I had collected had been taken when I was captured. I wondered why it grew here, most likely caused by the death of those unfortunate enough to meet the bandits nearby. They wouldn't be harming any more travelers now at least.
I came across a house that had been burned, and a two burned corpses outside. Since it was so close to Helgen, I guessed that this was the doing of that dragon. I heard barking close by, so I went to investigate. I found a dog, wounded in a fight with two wolves. He had emerged victorious, but injured. I decided to use one of my potions to help him, since he didn't bite me and seemed friendly enough. As I walked back towards the burned house, I heard him following behind me. I was tempted to shoo him away, but stopped myself. He was just as lost as I was. I sighed and called him over, scratching him behind the ears. He wagged his tail, and barked. I guess I'll have to think of a name for him now.
After searching the house, I looked around outside, noticing another camp down the hill near a waterfall. It was starting to get dark, so I decided not to go investigate. I shared some of the food I had left with the dog and decided to rest in the house tonight. It was surprisingly intact, only some scorch marks along the roof and side marked it. There was even a bed inside. I placed some nightshade near its former inhabitants and went inside, and decided to get some much needed rest.
The sun was still a few hours from setting after we made it out of Helgen, so after resting for a bit I decided to explore a little, and perhaps find somewhere to rest for the night. I wasn't sure how far away Riverwood was, so I decided not to take my chances and risk traveling after nightfall. I managed to find a small road, and just off of it was a camp. There were bees flying around, and a hive in a tree nearby, but thankfully my presence didn't bother them. The camp seemed abandoned, so I looked around, picking up a potion and a book lying near a chest. I tried the chest and found it to be locked, but it soon opened, without breaking my lockpick. Inside were a few septims and a bluish purple crystal. I shut the chest and got up, then heard voices behind me. Apparently the camp was not abandoned after all, it was a home to three bandits. I decided to try out my newly learned spells, and they were quickly defeated, my fire and lightning ending their attacks. I rested for a moment and used my healing spell that I had learned, smiling as the pain from their wounds lessened before vanishing completely. I didn't have many healing potions, so I'm thankful that I learned this spell. I took their gear to sell when I reached a town and left them there to explore the area around the camp.
I found more nightshade near their camp, next to the road. I picked it, since all that I had collected had been taken when I was captured. I wondered why it grew here, most likely caused by the death of those unfortunate enough to meet the bandits nearby. They wouldn't be harming any more travelers now at least.
I came across a house that had been burned, and a two burned corpses outside. Since it was so close to Helgen, I guessed that this was the doing of that dragon. I heard barking close by, so I went to investigate. I found a dog, wounded in a fight with two wolves. He had emerged victorious, but injured. I decided to use one of my potions to help him, since he didn't bite me and seemed friendly enough. As I walked back towards the burned house, I heard him following behind me. I was tempted to shoo him away, but stopped myself. He was just as lost as I was. I sighed and called him over, scratching him behind the ears. He wagged his tail, and barked. I guess I'll have to think of a name for him now.
After searching the house, I looked around outside, noticing another camp down the hill near a waterfall. It was starting to get dark, so I decided not to go investigate. I shared some of the food I had left with the dog and decided to rest in the house tonight. It was surprisingly intact, only some scorch marks along the roof and side marked it. There was even a bed inside. I placed some nightshade near its former inhabitants and went inside, and decided to get some much needed rest.
17th of Last Seed 4E201
I never thought I'd see this book again! Today has been the worst day of my life. Apparently, those travelers I ran into were rebels, and criminals, and wanted men. We were ambushed by Imperial soldiers, and I was knocked unconscious in the struggle. I woke up in the back of a cart, wearing rags with my hands bound. A man across from me was talking to me, and one next to me had a gag over his mouth. The man across from him seemed upset, and kept saying things about not belonging there, even though he was a horse thief. We stopped finally, in a town called Helgen. Then, they got us to get off of the carts, and had us walk over near a block on the ground when our names were called. The horse thief tried to run, and they shot him with arrows. I decided I wouldn't make the same mistake he did. When it got to be my turn, the man with the list looked at me with confusion and asked me who I was. I told him my name was Nightshade, and I was from Morrowind. That wasn't my real name, but it didn't matter. I had decided soon after I left my home to leave my name behind too. It only seemed a fitting name, since I had seen so much death, much like the pretty flowers I found during my journey. He asked what to do since my name wasn't on the list. The woman next to him decided that I should go to the block anyway, despite the list. He expressed his condolences, and assured me that my remains would be returned to Morrowind. As I walked to the block, I laughed softly, wondering who he was going to send my bones to. I had no family left.
A soldier started speaking to the man in the gag, telling him that his death would bring an end to the war.He only grunted in reply. I wondered why his mouth was gagged, then the soldier ordered the priestess to give us our last rites.As she spoke, I looked over and noticed a soldier reading my journal. I grumbled and sighed, then had my attention returned to the priestess as she was interrupted by one of the rebels. He said something about getting this over with, and basically willingly went over to the block. The woman who ordered my sentence pushed him to the ground, then he taunted the soldiers before a man with an axe chopped his head off. I jumped slightly as his head rolled away, then heard a roar in the distance. The soldiers dismissed the sound, and the woman ordered me to come to the block next. Tears started to slide down my cheeks as I stumbled over, the soldier with the list looking me with sadness in his eyes. It seemed as though he knew I shouldn't be doing this, yet he could do nothing to stop them. I stopped next to the block, the body of the other man next to my feet. I was pushed roughly to the ground, and looked up at the man with the axe. I heard the roar again as the man raised the giant ax over his head. I started to close my eyes, then saw something in the sky over his shoulder. It was huge and black, and the source of the sound we had heard earlier. I opened my eyes and tried not to scream as it landed in the tower behind him, the soldiers around us screaming and drawing their weapons. The dragon shouted and the ground shook, the sky grew dark, and balls of fire fell from above. I saw the man with the ax fall, then the world went black for a moment.
I woke up to screams, and the man who was across from me in the cart waking me up, telling me to follow him. His name was Ralof, if I remembered right. I ran towards a tower, dodging fallen rocks and dying men, then I saw the soldier who had my journal. He had been killed by a rock it seemed. I quickly looked around for my book, ignoring all around me for a moment. I spotted it and hurried over to pick it up, my efforts harder since my hands were bound. I ran into the tower nearby, Ralof shutting the door behind us. Inside were a few soldiers, and the man who had been gagged: Ulfric Stormcloak. They debated the legend of the dragon outside, then decided that we needed to keep moving. We ran up the tower,only to have the dragon knock a hole in the wall and spit fire at us. After he flew away and the fire went out, I jumped through the hole on the wall and into the top floor of what was left of an inn. As I ran, I looked around for a knife or dagger to cut my bonds, but I didn't see any. I jumped down through another hole and ran outside, seeing the soldier from before who had been kind to me. He was helping a couple of villagers and told me to stay with him if I wanted to stay alive. We both ran, ducking and dodging dragon fire. I ran past dead people, wounded people, and people shaped piles of ash. I didn't stop to ask if he could cut my bonds. We stopped outside of a keep, and Ralof was there. They argued for a moment and both asked me to follow them. I decided to follow the soldier, I think his name is Hadvar, at least that's what Ralof called him. We made it inside, and he cut my bonds and helped me find some gear. We then made our way through the keep, fighting soldiers he called Stormcloaks along the way. At first he tried to reason with them, but they attacked anyways. We kept going, finding sparse supplies along the way, and narrowly missing getting crushed by falling ceilings. Before we made it out, we had to fight spiders that were bigger than I was, and even a bear. At last, we escaped and stopped outside, watching the dragon fly off in the distance. I thanked him for his help, and agreed that it was likely best if we split up. He told me that his uncle in a nearby town called Riverwood would help me, and wished me luck. As he jogged away I wondered if I had made the right decision in not going with him, then shrugged and rifled through my bag for some food and something to write with. After all that happened, I needed to stop and breathe for a bit.
I never thought I'd see this book again! Today has been the worst day of my life. Apparently, those travelers I ran into were rebels, and criminals, and wanted men. We were ambushed by Imperial soldiers, and I was knocked unconscious in the struggle. I woke up in the back of a cart, wearing rags with my hands bound. A man across from me was talking to me, and one next to me had a gag over his mouth. The man across from him seemed upset, and kept saying things about not belonging there, even though he was a horse thief. We stopped finally, in a town called Helgen. Then, they got us to get off of the carts, and had us walk over near a block on the ground when our names were called. The horse thief tried to run, and they shot him with arrows. I decided I wouldn't make the same mistake he did. When it got to be my turn, the man with the list looked at me with confusion and asked me who I was. I told him my name was Nightshade, and I was from Morrowind. That wasn't my real name, but it didn't matter. I had decided soon after I left my home to leave my name behind too. It only seemed a fitting name, since I had seen so much death, much like the pretty flowers I found during my journey. He asked what to do since my name wasn't on the list. The woman next to him decided that I should go to the block anyway, despite the list. He expressed his condolences, and assured me that my remains would be returned to Morrowind. As I walked to the block, I laughed softly, wondering who he was going to send my bones to. I had no family left.
A soldier started speaking to the man in the gag, telling him that his death would bring an end to the war.He only grunted in reply. I wondered why his mouth was gagged, then the soldier ordered the priestess to give us our last rites.As she spoke, I looked over and noticed a soldier reading my journal. I grumbled and sighed, then had my attention returned to the priestess as she was interrupted by one of the rebels. He said something about getting this over with, and basically willingly went over to the block. The woman who ordered my sentence pushed him to the ground, then he taunted the soldiers before a man with an axe chopped his head off. I jumped slightly as his head rolled away, then heard a roar in the distance. The soldiers dismissed the sound, and the woman ordered me to come to the block next. Tears started to slide down my cheeks as I stumbled over, the soldier with the list looking me with sadness in his eyes. It seemed as though he knew I shouldn't be doing this, yet he could do nothing to stop them. I stopped next to the block, the body of the other man next to my feet. I was pushed roughly to the ground, and looked up at the man with the axe. I heard the roar again as the man raised the giant ax over his head. I started to close my eyes, then saw something in the sky over his shoulder. It was huge and black, and the source of the sound we had heard earlier. I opened my eyes and tried not to scream as it landed in the tower behind him, the soldiers around us screaming and drawing their weapons. The dragon shouted and the ground shook, the sky grew dark, and balls of fire fell from above. I saw the man with the ax fall, then the world went black for a moment.
I woke up to screams, and the man who was across from me in the cart waking me up, telling me to follow him. His name was Ralof, if I remembered right. I ran towards a tower, dodging fallen rocks and dying men, then I saw the soldier who had my journal. He had been killed by a rock it seemed. I quickly looked around for my book, ignoring all around me for a moment. I spotted it and hurried over to pick it up, my efforts harder since my hands were bound. I ran into the tower nearby, Ralof shutting the door behind us. Inside were a few soldiers, and the man who had been gagged: Ulfric Stormcloak. They debated the legend of the dragon outside, then decided that we needed to keep moving. We ran up the tower,only to have the dragon knock a hole in the wall and spit fire at us. After he flew away and the fire went out, I jumped through the hole on the wall and into the top floor of what was left of an inn. As I ran, I looked around for a knife or dagger to cut my bonds, but I didn't see any. I jumped down through another hole and ran outside, seeing the soldier from before who had been kind to me. He was helping a couple of villagers and told me to stay with him if I wanted to stay alive. We both ran, ducking and dodging dragon fire. I ran past dead people, wounded people, and people shaped piles of ash. I didn't stop to ask if he could cut my bonds. We stopped outside of a keep, and Ralof was there. They argued for a moment and both asked me to follow them. I decided to follow the soldier, I think his name is Hadvar, at least that's what Ralof called him. We made it inside, and he cut my bonds and helped me find some gear. We then made our way through the keep, fighting soldiers he called Stormcloaks along the way. At first he tried to reason with them, but they attacked anyways. We kept going, finding sparse supplies along the way, and narrowly missing getting crushed by falling ceilings. Before we made it out, we had to fight spiders that were bigger than I was, and even a bear. At last, we escaped and stopped outside, watching the dragon fly off in the distance. I thanked him for his help, and agreed that it was likely best if we split up. He told me that his uncle in a nearby town called Riverwood would help me, and wished me luck. As he jogged away I wondered if I had made the right decision in not going with him, then shrugged and rifled through my bag for some food and something to write with. After all that happened, I needed to stop and breathe for a bit.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
15th of Last Seed 4E201
I've met a few travelers on the road. A few of them were injured, so I helped them by sharing some of my potions with them, and asked if I could walk with them in return. They agreed, though a few of them seemed hesitant to trust me, even though I had aided them. Some even stared at me with hatred in their eyes. I shrugged it off and walked with them, thankful for at least some company. One of them keeps peeking over my shoulder, watching me write. I want to ask who they are, and why they are all wearing matching uniforms, but I don't want to press my luck. They seem scared, as if they are running from something, or someone. We've stopped, and some of the men in the front have drawn their weapons. I don't know wh...
I've met a few travelers on the road. A few of them were injured, so I helped them by sharing some of my potions with them, and asked if I could walk with them in return. They agreed, though a few of them seemed hesitant to trust me, even though I had aided them. Some even stared at me with hatred in their eyes. I shrugged it off and walked with them, thankful for at least some company. One of them keeps peeking over my shoulder, watching me write. I want to ask who they are, and why they are all wearing matching uniforms, but I don't want to press my luck. They seem scared, as if they are running from something, or someone. We've stopped, and some of the men in the front have drawn their weapons. I don't know wh...
14th of Last Seed 4E201
My path has taken me to what seems like the side of a mountain. I am looking out over a very far drop. The land below me is dotted with green lakes, smoke and steam rising across the land. In the distance I see giant creatures with large curved teeth and long noses, their hides covered in hair. I can hear them walking from where I stand, and their calls to each other sound like the signal horns of soldiers. Walking with them are large men with huge clubs. Its almost as if they are herding them. I guess if you're that tall a sheep or goat wouldn't make for much of a meal.
I see what looks like huts in the distance also, I'll try heading there. I only hope that the people there are friendly.
My path has taken me to what seems like the side of a mountain. I am looking out over a very far drop. The land below me is dotted with green lakes, smoke and steam rising across the land. In the distance I see giant creatures with large curved teeth and long noses, their hides covered in hair. I can hear them walking from where I stand, and their calls to each other sound like the signal horns of soldiers. Walking with them are large men with huge clubs. Its almost as if they are herding them. I guess if you're that tall a sheep or goat wouldn't make for much of a meal.
I see what looks like huts in the distance also, I'll try heading there. I only hope that the people there are friendly.
13th of Last Seed 4E201
I've been traveling for a few days now, stopping to rest at night. Its a little warmer here, and I am thankful to see less snow. I have yet to see anyone else, only the occasional deer, rabbit, or fox. I heard some wolves in the distance, but they didn't get any closer to me.
I've made my camp for the night in the base of a fallen tree. Its almost like a small cave. The air is chill, but not so cold that I will need a fire. I saw some smoke in the distance before the sun went down, perhaps it means that there is a town or settlement nearby. I hope so, this land is starting to seem empty.
I've been traveling for a few days now, stopping to rest at night. Its a little warmer here, and I am thankful to see less snow. I have yet to see anyone else, only the occasional deer, rabbit, or fox. I heard some wolves in the distance, but they didn't get any closer to me.
I've made my camp for the night in the base of a fallen tree. Its almost like a small cave. The air is chill, but not so cold that I will need a fire. I saw some smoke in the distance before the sun went down, perhaps it means that there is a town or settlement nearby. I hope so, this land is starting to seem empty.
11th of Last Seed 4E201
I have avenged the death of the hunter. I hope that her soul will find peace now. I killed two of them with my daggers, cutting their throats in their sleep, one of the other three woke up when I tripped over a stray mead bottle, and sounded the alarm. I drove both of my daggers into his chest before he could get to his weapon, then the other two came after me with screams of rage and hatred. I fought them, a few of their strikes wounding me. I stumbled, bleeding heavily, thinking I was going to die; then I remembered the protection that my ancestors gave me and called for their aid. Suddenly fire surrounded me, burning the bandits yet not harming me. They screamed and fell to the ground, writhing in agony as their flesh burned. The flames stopped, and only when I knew that they were dead did I drink a healing potion. I recovered my strength and looked around their camp for anything that I could salvage, finding many valuable items, and a few books with foodstained pages. I read them, and learned a spell to heal myself, a spell to send fire at my enemies, and another to cast lightning from my hands. I also found a few healing potions. I left the dead where they were and headed down the road, keeping an eye out for danger.
I have avenged the death of the hunter. I hope that her soul will find peace now. I killed two of them with my daggers, cutting their throats in their sleep, one of the other three woke up when I tripped over a stray mead bottle, and sounded the alarm. I drove both of my daggers into his chest before he could get to his weapon, then the other two came after me with screams of rage and hatred. I fought them, a few of their strikes wounding me. I stumbled, bleeding heavily, thinking I was going to die; then I remembered the protection that my ancestors gave me and called for their aid. Suddenly fire surrounded me, burning the bandits yet not harming me. They screamed and fell to the ground, writhing in agony as their flesh burned. The flames stopped, and only when I knew that they were dead did I drink a healing potion. I recovered my strength and looked around their camp for anything that I could salvage, finding many valuable items, and a few books with foodstained pages. I read them, and learned a spell to heal myself, a spell to send fire at my enemies, and another to cast lightning from my hands. I also found a few healing potions. I left the dead where they were and headed down the road, keeping an eye out for danger.
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