Take that back Oak, can an Elf win a Marathon like the Redguards can? And besides, the stongest warrior in Skyrim is a Redguard if McQueen could ever get a character to 80 he'd get humbled.
Redguards are only good for one thing. They're not Nords. Stupid Nords.
Since I haven't said it already
Originally Posted by DarkStark
Love your write-ups.
Originally Posted by SoupBro
Wow that's amazing, you could produce your own Skyrim novels. I'd love to play like you are but I really lack the patience.
The walking between holds to get some quests done is something I'm not looking forward too. Mainly because I'll have to run back to where I started every so often, just so I can sell a bunch of items and avoid the 1/3 of max carry weight limit. Everything else is pretty great though, but it'd probably be better if I had access to mods.
I was woken up earlier than I would have liked by Delphine, who kept telling me that my 24 hours were up and I'd have to pay again to keep the room, which I did. I was about to drop off to sleep again when I was jolted up by the sound of a dog barking right outside of the door to the inn! At that point I had a choice. Kill the dog, children and everyone else in Skyrim just so I could get a decent nights sleep. Or I could just get up.
So 5 minutes later, I'm standing outside the door to the inn, glaring at the dog which, of course, has gone completely silent ever since I decided to wake up. Stupid mutt.
First on the agenda today was to return the Golden Claw to Lucan and sell all the useless gear that we had picked up on our trip to the Barrow, so I headed off to Lucan's store to be rid of as much as possible, and to give him back his Golden Claw.
10 minutes later I was leaving Lucan's store, nodding mechanically as he kept thanking me for bringing back the claw. We walked over to Alvor who was sat beside his forge, and sold him all of the spare armour and weapons that we had picked up on the way through Bleak Falls Barrow in exchange for that oh so precious gold. I threw Faendal a pouch filled with half of the 850 gold that we had recieved for our trip and we were soon on our way out of town again.
I've found that being attacked on the paths in Skyrim is to be expected, so I really wasn't that surprised when a lone wolf came charging out. Honestly, I think it was more surprised when I had already notched an arrow and struck it in its side. An arrow to the face ended any surprise here as the wolf drew its last breath and fell to the ground.
We left the pelt behind this time as I saw a duo of armed women, marching along the road with their heads held high, as if they thought they were nobles. Faendal, who had seen these two before, told me that they were Vigilants of Stendarr. Daedra Hunters whose order was founded after the Oblivion Crisis in the Third Era.
Continuing on the path, stopping only to pick flowers off the side of the road, (Faendal claims that they can be used in Alchemy, but I just feel stupid) we eventually found ourself standing, looking up at one of the most magnificent sights that I have ever laid eyes on. Whiterun.
We ran around the base of the hill, and found ourselves looking upon another incredible sight. 3 Warriors facing up against a man stood almost 15 feet tall! The warriors seemed to be struggling, so I started firing arrows at the giant, but I think I just made him mad if I'm honest. He roared at everyone and just kept slamming a massive club at anyone stupid enough to come within 10 feet of him, smashing the ground, bones and nearly taking a skull or two as well.
Finally, with a massive slash from his greatsword, one of the three warrior cut the giant from chest to gut, taking the behemoth down! I quickly rushed over to collect all the arrows that I could from the giant's body, but I didn't recover anywhere near as many as I put into it.
One of the warriors, Aela came running up to me and talked about a group (guild?) that she was a part of called the 'Companions', who had their house in Whiterun, and she made the offer for me to come up and check to see if I could make it in their little group. Then she mentioned money, and I almost ran straight there. I like money.
We headed straight up the path to the hold, passing by several farms on the way, picking up more flowers on the way, until I finally reached the gates to the hold, where I was approached by one of the guards. He didn't even make it three steps though as I called over to him that Riverwood needs aide, and he immediately unlocked the gates and told me to search out the Jarl who resides in Dragonsreach.
Within minutes of walking in Whiterun, I found two people already babbling on about the Legion and Stormcloaks and something about a Clan of Gray-Manes. This war is already annoying me. I might just kill everyone and be done with it.
Walking through Whiterun, I could tell that no-one had heard of what happened in Helgen. Everyone was walking about, talking about the Civil War tearing Skyrim apart, or they were discussing the Clan Gray-Mane and Clan Battle Born blood feud. I'm starting to get the feeling that everything is just war, war, war with these Nords. I wonder how many I could destroy before they managed to eventually kill me. A couple of hundred maybe?
Working my way through the hold, I found myself in a merchant's paradise! An Alchemy Store, a General Store, a Blacksmith's shop, 2 Blacksmiths and a guy who apparently sells hunting supplies. All of this almost makes up for the constant war talk. Can an elf not just come into the hold, sit down, get drunk and listen to someone sign about the rise of the fabled Dragonborn?
Soon enough, I found myself sat in The Bannered Mare, with a bottle of Alto Wine in one hand and a spoon in the other, eating away at a bowl of Venison Stew that I'd just made, in the inn not 5 minutes before. I started chatting to Hulda the Barmaid, trading story for story, rumour for rumour. I found a few things to check out around the town, and I told Hulda all about Helgen and the giant black Dragon that was flying about.
Looking at her sceptical face, looking back at me as I told her of the Dragon was more amusing than I thought it'd be. As I finished my little story, she laughed, almost dropping the bottle of Alto Wine that she was handing to me and walked off, taking the gold that I was using to pay for the wine and for a room to stay the night. She offered to lead me to my room, but as it was still light outside, I decided to just take a small trip around the rest of Whiterun.
The trip around Whiterun was fairly uneventful if I'm honest, with the only source of amusement coming from a priest at the bottom of the steps to Dragonsreach yelling about Talos.
The night ended with me selling some of the spare Ores that I had had lying around in the bottom of my pack and paying for a rendition of 'The Age of Aggression', this time from Mikael the local bard.
I headed up to my room after a jug of Wine, and collapsed onto the bed, worn out from my travels and all the new information I had to process. It was an interesting day to say the least.
Day 8 (Morndas, 25th of Last Seed)
Is there any better way to wake up in the morning than with a jug of Wine and some fresh Venison Stew? I think not.
Faendal and I both finished our breakfast and made our way up to the Jarl's Keep, Dragonsreach to bring the Jarl news of what is happening in his own hold.
We made our way up the steps to Dragonsreach, stopping only to listen to the weird Nord screaming about Talos, before moving on into the Jarl's home.
As we walked towards the Jarl, passing between the wooden pillars, a Dark Elf came running towards me with her sword drawn, and her eyes looking the usual murdery blood red of her kind.
I drew my bow instantly, expecting the worst, which caused her to stop about ten steps from me and call to me, over the sound of the Jarl's servants cleaning, asking why I was there.
I told her in as few words as was possible about what occured in Helgen, after which she lowered her sword and moved to the side and motioned for me to go to the Jarl, which I did.
Faendal stood guard by the entrance to Dragonsreach, keeping his bow ready and watching the guards like a hawk, reacting to their every movement as I told Jarl Balgruuf my tale. Soon after, I was listening to the Jarl, his bitch Dark Elf and a random Nord all discuss their battle plans.
The Jarl handed me some leather armour as a gift in return for telling him about the Dragon flying in his own lands. Yes. LEATHER ARMOUR. If I didn't value my life so much I could have attacked that stupid Nord then and there.
I guess it was his lucky day though, as I followed him through to a side room where his Court Wizard was sat, mumbling about a dragonstone and mudcrabs. The Jarl spoke up, which snapped the wizard out of his daydream, and told him that he had found someone willing to go looking for the item that he needed. (I didn't recall saying that I was willing to do anything for anyone, but apparentely elves need work. Typical Nords.)
Luckilly the item that I needed to find, was already in my possession. 'The Dragonstone' was handed over to the Wizard, but I would have to get my reward from the Jarl... I hate Nords.. Have I said that yet?
Just as I was about to run back to the Jarl and demand a decent reward, the Dark Elf came running in, babbling about a Dragon sighting, telling us to follow her to the Jarl, who, for some reason, had moved from his throne, to a spot upstairs.
Are all Nords this boring? I just had to listen to a man describe a Dragon and I got an insight into the moronic tactics that they use. My reward for the Dragonstone was much better than my previous reward, so as I donned my Studded Armour that had been enchanted by Farenger himself, I was happy to defend the people of Whiterun and kill the Dragon. The icing on the cake though came when the Jarl told me that I could now purchase property in the city. This is now my town.
4 Guards, a Dark Elf and 2 Wood Elves walk into a tavern...
Seriously though, there was a Dragon flying around and the entire city is relying on two strangers, four guards and a Night Elf. This is why the Dominion is beating these people.
We made our way to the tower, which was just a complete mess. The walls had collapsed, the ground around it was torn up and there was fires still burning all around it, which were ignored in the search for the Dragon.
The guards who had survived the original attack were all cowering in the corner of the tower, calling for us to turn back, but before we could tell them that it wasn't going to happen, a roar echoed from the mountain to the tower, and we knew it was time to slay a legend.
What came after was the most difficult fight I have ever been in, in my entire life. For what felt like days, we fired arrows, we dodged teeth and claws and we hid from fire. We swung swords, axes and I'm pretty sure Faendal used his Pickaxe once or twice, but in the end, it was an arrow shot driven through the eye of the beast that finally ended it all.
Faendal and I cautiously made our way towards the Dragon with our bows raised, preparing for the beast to suddenly lash out and tear us limb from limb, but our fears were put to rest when the Dragon suddenly burned with a power that I'd seen before.
A power, almost a complete replica of the one I felt in Bleak Falls Barrow, washed over me, taking away barriers in my mind that I didn't even know I had put up, and everything suddenly started to make more sense. There was a word that I had heard before, but never though to utter just laying on the tip of my tongue, waiting for me to use it. Before I could do anything, one of the guards came running up to me with a look of awe on his face and called me a name that felt right. Dragonborn!
The guards started to tell the tales of the Dragonborns, of how they killed Dragons and stole their power and how Tiber Septim himself was also a Dragonborn! The Dark Elf wasn't too pleased though, which was amusing.
Ignoring the guards from there on out, I set to work and tried to take as much of the Dragon as I physically could. 5 hours passed and I had only managed to get myself 3 different patches of skin which had survived through the burning and I only managed to take 3 different chunks of bone, so I gave up and just took all the arrows I could find, and I took the armour of one of the guards who had fallen to the Dragon which I threw over to Faendal in exchange for the Shock Bow that we picked up in Bleak Falls Barrow.
The return trip to Whiterun managed to keep up the oddness of today when a rumble shook the very ground I walked on and a hoarse whisper said something that I couldn't quite make out.
Back in the hold, I was pulled aside by a duo of Warriors with curved swords who were looking for a woman who was hiding herself in Whiterun. I told them I'd have a look, but I doubt I'll even remember who they were if I'm honest.
Back in Dragonsreach, I spoke to the Jarl who told me the the rumble and whisper that I heard was actually the Greybeards summoning me, and then told me that I should go to their home up in High Hrothgar so I can train in the Way of the Voice. But, I'm not going to do that yet. If they've waited centuries for me to appear, then they can way a few more months for me to decide that I want to start training.
After his little speech about the Greybeards, the Jarl made me the Thane of Whiterun and gave me someone called Lydia to be my Housecarl. Whatever that means.. He also gave me a battleaxe that lets off a great heat whenever it is swung. I threw it to Faendal, and was about to leave, but my new Housecarl approached me and started to get me up to date on what she does and who I now am.. Apparentely, I'm now a hero in Whiterun.
I left Lydia in Dragonsreach, deciding to keep in a party of two with Faendal as I felt that having Lydia clunking around behind us wouldn't be any help at all.
We decided to stick around the hold for the night as the light was quickly fading away, and we took our spare equipment down to Ulberth's Store 'Warmaidens' to sell what we didn't need. After we had sold our spare equipment, we headed back to The Bannered Mare, where we spent the rest of the night drinking, eating and trading tales with Mikael the bard, who was happy to speak with the Hero of Whiterun.
Not long after, I threw Faendal his share of todays take, and walked off to my room to write todays entry. Its been a long day today, but I have a feeling that it won't be the last...
I've probably doomed myself to a lot of early deaths after Day 8.