ALRIGHT GUYS. POSTING THE JOURNAL STYLE FAN-FICTION ON HERE AND STORYWRITE.COM... I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE WHAT I GOT.
FIRST OFF, A FEW NOTES.
I'll write what I encounter in game. Its just how I roll. I won't be adding things that have not happened. Secondly, I've got a 'few' mods running, so I'll be reffrencing things that happen in them. I've got a bunch of Immersion mods running, Moonlight Tales, and the like. Three of the big mods are 'Wyrmstooth, Faalskar, and Moon-and-Star. I hope you enjoy. x)
Okay, I didn't actually meet THorald, but I did come across a Thalmor prisoner... Just a teeny bit of artistic liberty for the sake of a bit of storytelling... Also, the Typos are typos that Caius Vorenus made. >_> /blatantlie
---Sun's Dusk, 30th, 4E 201---
I've finally arived at the City of Solitude. I never imagined how long the voyage from Anvil to Skyrim would be! To celebrate the fact that I am finally off this damned ship, I decided to buy myself aJournal.
Well, I better start writing, I suppose. My name is Caius Vorenus. I am twenty two years old, ans I am Imperial from the city of Kvatch. My father is named Dariul Vorenus, and my mother is a Breton named Melsa Acques. I am an only child. I came to Skyrim because of all of the Provences in the Empire, this is the only Provence that is decidedly untoutched by both politics and The Great War. Not to say that it was not affected, but it is no Hammerfell or High Rock. My Father is a retired Imperial Legionaire, earned the rank of First Spear Centurion during the great war. My mother is also a former Legionaire, and she served the Legion as an Imperial Battlemage. Although they did not talk about the Third War much, I know that they met while fighting during the Battle of the Red Ring, serving directly under the command of Emperor Titus Mede II. They both taught me how to be a force to be reconed with in combat, Father teaching me how to Use The Sword and Board, as well as Heavy Armor, while mother taught me how to cast Restoration, Destruction, and Conjuration magic. I decided to come to Skyrim because The Great war's scars can still be seen, and the Fighter's Guild is not hiring . I'm hoping that I can make a name for myself in this Harsh yet Beautiful land. I should probobly use the last of the Septims mother gave me to buy some decent armor - Father already gave me his Sword that he used during the Great War, so I have no intention of replacing that.
So far what I've seen of Skyrim is that it is a harsh yet beautiful land filled with harsh yet beautiful women. In a way... Skyrim reminds me of Colovia. And the Women... Well, let us say that my Children just might have Nordic blood running through their veins.
But enough of this - I've spent two hours writing since I got off the Docks.
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Today... Has been Interesting. I wandered around the docks of Solitude for a few hours, band was threatened by some Argonian woman who asked me if I wanted a dagger. When I said 'not really' she asked me if I wanted a dagger in my belly, before running off. Odd.
I entered Solitude shortly after, as it was beginning to look like it was about to Rain. As I entered the city, I saw a Public execution of a Traitor by the name of Roggvir. Only two people seemed to think it was unjustified, his Sister, some bitter woman, and an Old, Half-Blind Great-War Legion Scout. If what they say is true, that he knowingly allowed a Murderer to escape the city, he deserved to be executed. Tomorrow I'll wander the Market district, untill then I'm staying at an inn with a very... Interesting name; The Winking Skeever. The place was rather buisy, but I was able to rent a room for the night without issue... And it only cost ten copper septims. TEN! A tenday here would cost as much as a single night at the Tiber Septim hotel in the Imperial City! Food was not included in the price, however. Ah well. Anyway... It is late, and I need to rest from the voyage. I just need to say my prayers to The Eight Divines and Shezzar, and I'll be heading to bed.
---Evening Star, 1st, 4E 201---
Well. The sky hasn't cleared from yesterday, and it is already past the tenth bell. I dont think I can wait much longer to start my adventure. I'm no Nibean, so the rain won't really bother me. I spent a few hours browsing the market stalls of Solitude, and bought myself a nice set of steel armor, a backpack, a burlap cloak, and a shield. I only have about two silver Septims left, but that shouldn't be too much of an issue. I'm thinking of heading down to this small town called Helgen. I heard rumors of war activites down there, maybe I could lend a hand to The Legion without having to join!
Oh! I bought myself a new leather tent, it'll keep the rain out when I sleep. Anyway, enough lazing around The Winking Skeever (Such a horrible name...) for me, time to get going.
Oh, one last thing... I hear the Fighter's Guild does not exist in Skyrim - It should be easy to get some work, then. No one group holds all the work up here. Hard to imagine, honestly, since there is a Fighter's Guild Guildhall in every city in Cyrodill save The Imperial City.
As I was leaving Solitude, I chanced upon a strange site: A group of Khajiit camped outside the city walls.They called over to me, and it turns out that the Khajiit run a series of caravans that travel from city to city, selling goods. It sounds like a good idea to me, and I'm surprised it isn't done in Cyrodill. The Caravan is ran by a Khajiit named Ma'dran, and while he didn't have anything I could afford, he did have quite a few things at much lower prices than the stores inside the city. I hesitate to make this accusation, but perhaps the reasons that they are not allowed into the cities (Something I find to be a horrific act of racism... I cant understand why someone would bar an entire race from entering a city!) is because the goods are stolen? I doubt it, but you never know.
---Evening Star, 1st, 4E 201---
By the Eight... My second day traveling and I see bandits brazenly slaughteing people on the roads! As I was walking from Solitude to Dragonsbridge, I chanced upon a group of Redguard warriors traveling down the road. They called themselves 'Aliki'r'. Compared to the fur wearing Nords, it was interesting to see people walk about with Turbans and clothes that look ill-suited for the cold of Skyrim. As I was walking with them, we chanced upon a group of Thalmor(!) soldiers fighting a sizable group of bandits. The Aliki'r charged in and attacked both the Bandits and the Thalmor. I myself engaged a bandit in some swordplay, she was attacking me with a wooden club. No sooner than I cut her down, than were the Redguards cut down by the bandits themselves. I slew one of the bandits with my magic (She screamed as the fires burned at her flesh. It was... Horrific.), and yet the other two continued on without a moments glance at their friend. One of them was badly wounded, the other, not at all. I cut the first open with my Father's Sword, and she dropped, dead, and then the other was forced to engage me fairly. She had studded armor and a steel mace, but she was quickly cut down. I had forced her to her knees with a shield slam, and then I stabbed down at her shoulder, Mortaly wounding her. She was still alive-barely, and in pain, so I gave her the mercy of Death by cutting her throat. No one deserves to suffer, not even a bandit.
...I'm... Not exactly sure what to do with the bodies. I... Suppose I should inform the guards at Dragonsbridge that there was a bandit attack, but... I looted the weapons from the corpses of the bandits. As ghoulish as that sounds, they would have done the same to me. As for the Thalmor... I stripped them of their arms and armor. Perhaps their items can be put to better use than they ever were.
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I've arrived at Dragonsbridge... And the damn guards are more useless than they were in Cyrodill. I tell them that there was a Murder up the roads a bit north, that a group of Aliki'r and Thalmor were set upon by bandits, and what the cheif guard there said was that "Traveling the roads can be risky", and then told me to "Stay out of Trouble, Imperial." I hope he meant that in a "Be safe" sort of way... Anyway, I forgot to but provisions for my travel like a fool, and I only just realized that I had no food when I began to become hungry. For now, I'm at this Tavern called 'The Four Shields'. Plesant place, if not a bit... Empty. But that can be expected. THe Winking Skeever was a City's Inn, this is a rural community's tavern. It would be nice for some company, but the Innkeeper seems nice enough. Her name is Faida. She claimed that 'There is something diffent about you, I can tell. I hope you won't cause trouble, and then went on to say that while her food isn't fit for a Yarl's (I think a Yarl is a Cheifitian, or a King?) feast, it will fill my belly. I've decided to order a Cherry Salmon Steak and a loaf of bread for the night. I'll spend the night here, and then buy some travel provisions, and fill up my waterskin before I head out. Only a fool would leave without a supply of Jerky. I'll also sell the items I found on the bodies. I wish I didn't have to kill anyone, but... Well, such is life. A poor member of The Legion I would make if I couldn't put my sword through a bandit. Speaking of The Legion, apparently they are Hiring, and, get this: General Tullius is in Skyrim. THE GENERAL TULLIUS! The one Mother and Father served under! I hope I meet him.
When I sell the items from those bodies, I won't be selling the cloak I found on a Thalmor Wizard. My one was made of Burlap and was already travel worn by the time I got it. This one is Linen, atleast, and MUCH warmer. It is black, with Golden Trimming near the bottom. Truely beautiful.
---Evening Star, 2nd, 4E 201---
As I was Leaving The Four Sheilds, this middle-aged woman accosted me, accusing her husband of being a drunk seemingly out no nowhere. She asked me to bring her her husband's favorite bottle of Mead, a brand calld 'Dragonfire', and said I could have any other bottle I wanted. By Oblivion, I swear that woman could tear me apart with her tongue. Her husband asked me the same thing, and then offered me a job: Cutting firewood. I could use some Septims, thats for sure, so I just might cut some wood for the man... After I get that mead for her... or him.
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Well I found the damn mead, and what the damned bastard neglected to tell me was that he had a group of trained wolves to guard his damn ale! I'm tempted to drink it myself! I'm giving it to his wife, atleast she didn't know there would be wolves!
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She paid me five silver septims for my work - Not bad, to be honest. I'll be heading out and look for the enxt blacksmith, apparently Dragon's bridge does not have a blacksmith. Pity.
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I've decided to do some work for the local mill, cutting firewood. It is raining now, but like I said before, I don't mind. Ill cut some wood for the man, sit by the fire he's got built, and earn some money. If I was so inclined, I could probobly live here, paying for my room and dinners with the money I'm earning... But I'm not really... That doens't sit right with me. Mother always told me I was destined for greatness, like my ancestor, Derik Pullo, who my mother claimed was Emperor Martin Septim I's best friend and a Grandmaster of The Blades, as well as the Founder of The Knights of the Nine. Father claimed that he served with their Highest ranked member during the Great War, and that after the White Gold Concordact he left for Skyrim, taking the armor, shield, and weapons with him. Apparently he was the only surviving member of that Order.
According to Father, Derik Pullo was the one who brought Battlehorn Castle into our family's possesion, although we rarely traveled there. Mother never liked it, she said that it felt too small, so we mostly stayed in Kvatch.
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I was paid one golden septims and one silver septim for my day's work. Nice to have gold in my pocket, but I think it is time to move on. Atleast, it will be, tomorrow.
---Evening Star, 3rd, 4E 201---
I just crossed over the Bridge the city is named after... Gods, what a fall... It is a beautiful bit of stonework. I wonder who built it, and when? Well, whoever did... It is beautiful.
On another note... It is damn chilly this mourning. Then again, it is Winter... In Skyrim... Hah.
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Gods, more bandits. I was attacked by a small group of Highwaymen today. Or, rather, I was attacked by two Highwaymen. As I was fighting them both, this woman came running up, by the name of Ria. She stabbed one in the back, and then wached as I killed the other. She said she was a member of the companions, and I should think about joining up. From what I can tell, they are like the local Fighter's Guild, only they don't have a leader. I wonder how that works...
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I came across a group of THalmorand some poor bastard they took prisioner. Called to me, called himsel THorald Grey-Mane, and asked for my help. They struck him, and he grew silent after they threatened his family. Were I braver, I'd have done something about it... But as it were, those Thalmor would kill me quickly.
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I came across a dog sitting by the Roadside. It barked at me, and then ran into the woods. I followed, interested. The poor dog's owner seemed to have passed away from Rockjoint, and the Dog, who's name appears to be Meeko, wanted me to fix him. Poor thing... There is nothing I can do for him now, but I will give the man a decent burial. I do not know him, or his name, but... It is the least I can do. I shall take Meeko with me, for while I am sure he can fend for himself without issue, I could use the companionship... And I'm sure his owner would be happy to know that his friend is well looked after.
---Evening Star, 4th, 4E 201---
I burried the nord, but it took me all day, so I slept on the man's bed... I hope he won't mind. I'm setting out again, this time with Meeko at my side. By Shezzar he is good company. I've always loved Dogs, ever since Father bought Septim when I was five. I miss that damn dog... Septim was a High Rock Shepard. I'm pretty sure Meeko is a Sheepdog, but the exact breed I'm not sure on... Doesn't mater. He slobbers a lot, though... I woke up to see his smiling face over me, dripping slobber all over the pillow.
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Meeko seemed unwilling to follow me, and instead sat by his owner's grave. I admire his loyalty... I hope to have a dog like that someday.
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I was attacked by another bandit today. THis one was after my gold, she had threatened to gut me like a fish if I didn't pay her. I refused, and she drew her dagger and attacked me. I made short work of her - and found a treasure upon her. A bear fur cloak and hood. I'm wearing the cloak as we speak, and I'm wearing the hood over my helm... Gods, is it warm.
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As I was walking off from the bandit's corpse, I came across a woman named 'Uthgerd'. Not... Very pretty, and rather confident in herself. She said that she could beat me down, and told me to look her up in The Bannered Mare in Whiterun, said she'd fight me there. I'm half tempted to go, and punch her face in! With an additude like that... Argh.
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Gods, Skyrim is cold. The land is beautiful, but harsh... Kind of like their women, aha. The snow is almost knee deep on the roads. I'm tempted to just stop at the next tavern and stay there for a few days. Might be the safer thing to do.
I came across a Wood Elf who tried to sell me Skooma and Moon Sugar. When I threatened to report him to the guards, he attacked me. I put him down without an issue, and I took the skooma from his hands. I'll likely sell it to the next Khajiit caravan I come across, I saw a bowl of Moon Sugar whe I was talking to Ma'dran, but said nothing. Better it goes to them than some poor homeless man.
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It seems the rumors I've heard about the Civil war was true. About two hours after the Skooma Dealer, I came across the remenants of a minor skirmish againts the rebel Stormcloaks, servents of Ulfric Stormcloak, the murderer of the High King. There were slain of both sides, but the Stormcloaks were the one's who's bodies littered the ground the most. I saw a few people dressed in armor that was much like the Stormcloaks, but obviously on the same side... Although I did see a Solitude guard carrying a wounded comrade away. Perhaps the local Holds (Counties, or Kingdoms, I think) send their warriors to fight? I'm not sure. Either way, a bandit was cut down by the Legionaires as he attempted to loot the bodies of the fallen. By the Eight, bandits are everywhere!
