Tirdas 1st of Heartfire 4E, 201
Two days had past before I awoke in a strange bed. I didn't know where I was or remember how I came to be here, I was just grateful I woke up in a soft warm bed. What I was concerned about is where my clothes were. I opened the door and left my room, I was in an inn. The inn keep said my clothes were drying. She couldn't take her eyes off me, I guess she hadn't seen a man this way for sometime. I asked her for my clothes and she kindly obliged.
After getting dressed I found out that I did in fact make it to Morthal. Still weak I thought it was best to rest up for a few days. Morthal was a quiet place they calm waters and falling snow. After getting some fresh air I went back to the inn and rested up.
Tuesday, 20 March 2012
Sundas 30th of the Last Seed, 4E 201
I entered the cold icy pass, I could feel the ice and snow break beneath my feet and I slowly made my way deeper into the unknown. The blood at the entrance didn't fill me with confidence but never-the-less, I continued forward. I could hear it, that unmistakeable sound. It was a troll. I have had plenty of run-ins with trolls in the past. Normally if I see one I run very fast in the opposite direction, but today I needed to get passed it. It was on a ledge above me so I could, if I was careful, sneak past unnoticed. I had to control myself, not let the fear take over me. Every step sounded like I was walking on a bed of bone and hoping the crunching wouldn't draw attention. I slowly got closer to the exit, I could feel my heart racing faster and faster. Was this sweat dripping of my nose or water from the icy shell above me?
I got through the pass and out the other side. It was now night, the snow fell hard and the cold felt very real. I didn't have the right attire to endure such cold and could feel my body starting to go into shock. I needed to get somewhere warm, quick or this cold would take me.
I'm walking blind through snow, there is no moon, there are no starts. Every snowflake that places upon me feeling like a thousand arrows piecing my cold numb body. In front was a warm glow, I could see its light calling to me thorough the dark and the fog.
I crashed into the inn and fell on the hard sturdy wooden floor. I could feel the warmth of the open fire as I passed into the dark, it gave me a sense of calm.
I entered the cold icy pass, I could feel the ice and snow break beneath my feet and I slowly made my way deeper into the unknown. The blood at the entrance didn't fill me with confidence but never-the-less, I continued forward. I could hear it, that unmistakeable sound. It was a troll. I have had plenty of run-ins with trolls in the past. Normally if I see one I run very fast in the opposite direction, but today I needed to get passed it. It was on a ledge above me so I could, if I was careful, sneak past unnoticed. I had to control myself, not let the fear take over me. Every step sounded like I was walking on a bed of bone and hoping the crunching wouldn't draw attention. I slowly got closer to the exit, I could feel my heart racing faster and faster. Was this sweat dripping of my nose or water from the icy shell above me?
I got through the pass and out the other side. It was now night, the snow fell hard and the cold felt very real. I didn't have the right attire to endure such cold and could feel my body starting to go into shock. I needed to get somewhere warm, quick or this cold would take me.
I'm walking blind through snow, there is no moon, there are no starts. Every snowflake that places upon me feeling like a thousand arrows piecing my cold numb body. In front was a warm glow, I could see its light calling to me thorough the dark and the fog.
I crashed into the inn and fell on the hard sturdy wooden floor. I could feel the warmth of the open fire as I passed into the dark, it gave me a sense of calm.
Friday, 16 March 2012
Sundas 30th of the Last Seed, 4E 201
After a few days of journeying I was back at Whiterun. I stayed the night and left at first light. I was going to stop off at a little town called Morthal. So I set off hoping to reach Solitude in a couple of days. After walking across the great vast plains of Whiterun for a few hours I was looking for a place I could rest for a short while. It was too dangerous to stop out in the open so I found a small hollow. As I approached the hollow a hungry black bear emerged. I ran with the bear chasing me I manged to get on the top of some nearby rocks. Safe out of the bears reach it dawned on me that this bear wasn't going to go away. I laced by bow with some poison I made and shot an arrow in to the bear's side. This pissed him off even more and stood up on his hind legs. I drew my sword and thrust it in the bear. Wounded the bear retreated and I knew this was my chance, so I jumped down from the rocks and made haste into the rising peaks.
Running into the high rocks I was faced with a new even more dangerous threat, Sabre Cats. The were feeding on a recently dead hunter and this was the perfect distraction for me to slip passed unnoticed. The path was blocked so I would have to climb the rocks. I manged to carefully climb over them and made my way down the other side. At the bottom was a cottage. I needed a rest and hoped the owner would have some supplies or lest me rest for awhile. I knocked on the door and entered, there was a Dunmer Mage who obviously wasn't taking visitors as he blasted me with a shock spell. I managed to cast a ward spell which took some of the sting out but this was one powerful Mage who wasn't up for small talk. I crashed through the door and ran as fast as I could and didn't stop until the cottage was a distant blur.
Tired, sore, hungry and suffering some minor burns I pressed on hard. The weather was getting colder and the snow was getting thicker. While staying in Whiterun I was told of pass that cut through the middle of the mountain and it would take me north of Mothal. There was a lot of blood at the entrance which was bad news for me. Going back wasn't an option so the only way was forward and with hesitance I made my way into the pass.
After a few days of journeying I was back at Whiterun. I stayed the night and left at first light. I was going to stop off at a little town called Morthal. So I set off hoping to reach Solitude in a couple of days. After walking across the great vast plains of Whiterun for a few hours I was looking for a place I could rest for a short while. It was too dangerous to stop out in the open so I found a small hollow. As I approached the hollow a hungry black bear emerged. I ran with the bear chasing me I manged to get on the top of some nearby rocks. Safe out of the bears reach it dawned on me that this bear wasn't going to go away. I laced by bow with some poison I made and shot an arrow in to the bear's side. This pissed him off even more and stood up on his hind legs. I drew my sword and thrust it in the bear. Wounded the bear retreated and I knew this was my chance, so I jumped down from the rocks and made haste into the rising peaks.
Running into the high rocks I was faced with a new even more dangerous threat, Sabre Cats. The were feeding on a recently dead hunter and this was the perfect distraction for me to slip passed unnoticed. The path was blocked so I would have to climb the rocks. I manged to carefully climb over them and made my way down the other side. At the bottom was a cottage. I needed a rest and hoped the owner would have some supplies or lest me rest for awhile. I knocked on the door and entered, there was a Dunmer Mage who obviously wasn't taking visitors as he blasted me with a shock spell. I managed to cast a ward spell which took some of the sting out but this was one powerful Mage who wasn't up for small talk. I crashed through the door and ran as fast as I could and didn't stop until the cottage was a distant blur.
Tired, sore, hungry and suffering some minor burns I pressed on hard. The weather was getting colder and the snow was getting thicker. While staying in Whiterun I was told of pass that cut through the middle of the mountain and it would take me north of Mothal. There was a lot of blood at the entrance which was bad news for me. Going back wasn't an option so the only way was forward and with hesitance I made my way into the pass.
Wednesday, 14 March 2012
Turdas 27th of the Last Seed, 4E 201
I spent the night at Sylgja's and we talked long into the night. I realised that I hardly knew my brother anymore. I left all those years ago and he grew up without me, the last time I saw him was a teenager. I left at first light and Sylgja asked me to drop off a package to her parents in Darkwater Crossing. I decided that I couldn't take Grey with me. It was hard for me to leave him behind but I left him with Sylgja. My journey to Solitude would be long and tough and I had grown very attached to him, but he was old and needed rest.
It was late in the day by the time I arrived and gave the package to Sylgja's Father. They invited me to stay and the camp for the evening. I took advantage of the sulfur pool that was close. This would be the first bath I have had in sometime. I stripped down and jumped into the hot soothing water. I must have stayed in the water for hours as night approached quickly.
I spent the night at Sylgja's and we talked long into the night. I realised that I hardly knew my brother anymore. I left all those years ago and he grew up without me, the last time I saw him was a teenager. I left at first light and Sylgja asked me to drop off a package to her parents in Darkwater Crossing. I decided that I couldn't take Grey with me. It was hard for me to leave him behind but I left him with Sylgja. My journey to Solitude would be long and tough and I had grown very attached to him, but he was old and needed rest.
It was late in the day by the time I arrived and gave the package to Sylgja's Father. They invited me to stay and the camp for the evening. I took advantage of the sulfur pool that was close. This would be the first bath I have had in sometime. I stripped down and jumped into the hot soothing water. I must have stayed in the water for hours as night approached quickly.
Tuesday, 13 March 2012
Middas 26th of the Last Seed, 4E 201
I woke feeling refreshed, it was the first night I had where I didn't dream. Shor's Stone was only a few hours walk so I got my things together and headed out. I felt bad leaving Riften behind me, but there was not much I could do. I needed to find my brother, that had to be my focus. There will always be someone who needs help and I can't help them all. It seemed selfish but I needed to help myself first.
Shor's Stone was eerily quiet, all I could hear was the banging of a blacksmith and followed the sound. He told me there was an illness sometime ago and that a young Imperial came to help the town. It was my brother, it had to be. I asked for the Imperial's name, "Ildoni" the Blacksmith replied. He told me that he had got close to a woman called Sylgja.
Sylgja was laid up in bed, she had taken a bad fall and was in some discomfort. As I approached her she awoke. "Ildoni is that you"? I sat next to her on the bed and rolled up her trousers. I placed my hand on her leg and used a power I hadn't used for sometime. Her leg was healed and she was more coordinated. "Who are you"? I told her I was Ildoni's brother and that I was searching for him.
"So you're Ertius? Ildoni spoke of you in such high regard. He was so proud of what you were doing. Ildoni came here about two years ago. He heard about an illness that was taking over the village. He helped many but many died. He took it hard and I was a comfort to him. Those that got better left the village and only a few of us stayed. Ildoni stayed here with me and he became our healer. He was here for about a year before he decided to leave. He felt that he could be out there doing so much more, we weren't enough for him. He said he's was going to join the Imperial Legion where he could help treat the wounded. So he went to Solitude. He wrote for awhile but soon after the letters stopped. I haven't heard from him for over a year now".
Ildoni what were you thinking joining the Legion? I feared the worst. He isn't a soldier, he's not even a healer. He always looked up to me, wanted to be just like me. I have no choice, I have to go to Solitude and find my brother.
I woke feeling refreshed, it was the first night I had where I didn't dream. Shor's Stone was only a few hours walk so I got my things together and headed out. I felt bad leaving Riften behind me, but there was not much I could do. I needed to find my brother, that had to be my focus. There will always be someone who needs help and I can't help them all. It seemed selfish but I needed to help myself first.
Shor's Stone was eerily quiet, all I could hear was the banging of a blacksmith and followed the sound. He told me there was an illness sometime ago and that a young Imperial came to help the town. It was my brother, it had to be. I asked for the Imperial's name, "Ildoni" the Blacksmith replied. He told me that he had got close to a woman called Sylgja.
Sylgja was laid up in bed, she had taken a bad fall and was in some discomfort. As I approached her she awoke. "Ildoni is that you"? I sat next to her on the bed and rolled up her trousers. I placed my hand on her leg and used a power I hadn't used for sometime. Her leg was healed and she was more coordinated. "Who are you"? I told her I was Ildoni's brother and that I was searching for him.
"So you're Ertius? Ildoni spoke of you in such high regard. He was so proud of what you were doing. Ildoni came here about two years ago. He heard about an illness that was taking over the village. He helped many but many died. He took it hard and I was a comfort to him. Those that got better left the village and only a few of us stayed. Ildoni stayed here with me and he became our healer. He was here for about a year before he decided to leave. He felt that he could be out there doing so much more, we weren't enough for him. He said he's was going to join the Imperial Legion where he could help treat the wounded. So he went to Solitude. He wrote for awhile but soon after the letters stopped. I haven't heard from him for over a year now".
Ildoni what were you thinking joining the Legion? I feared the worst. He isn't a soldier, he's not even a healer. He always looked up to me, wanted to be just like me. I have no choice, I have to go to Solitude and find my brother.
Tirdas 25th of the Last Seed, 4E 201
The dreams are becoming worse, the fire, my father, the hooded man. This time I saw the faces of the people of Helgen, not just the people I killed but the families of those I avenged. I felt ill, I needed a few days rest but I was so close, I could sense my brother. Could he still be at Shor's Stone? With that to motivate me I continued to Riften, I was only a few hours away.
Halfway there was an Argonian at the side of the road. He said I didn't look to good and asked if I had trouble sleeping. He was a Skooma dealer, I knew I shouldn't but I brought some, just one to help me sleep and stop the dreams.
Walking up the hill the big gates of Riften came into view. The city gates were locked and the guard approached me and tried to shake me down. I couldn't believe it. But what was I to do? I payed the man his gold and he let me into the city. I took two steps in and another man stopped me. He asked me what my business was and I replied "none of yours". He warned me to be careful and not the caring kind. The streets were old and warn and littered with beggars. A woman was intimidating a man on the bridge right in front of the guards. The city was run by a family called the Black-Briars', they owned the city and all the guards, everything went into their deep pockets. This is what my father stood up against.
After the war the Titus Mede II signed a peace treaty with the Thalmor. It was called the White-Gold Concordat, a treaty that gives the Thalmor free rein to stamp out the worship of Talos in Tamriel, and other things. There was uproar throughout the Empire. My father said that he didn't fight in a war where he lost his friends to bend to the will of the Thalmor. So he became a political activist, marching through the streets of the Imperial City. He fought corruption and exposed those who betrayed the Empire. He fought for those who didn't have a voice, who didn't have the strength to fight. And he died for his cause.
With that in mind I walked the city for a while, I got a room at the Inn and got some hot food and stayed in my room for the night. I drank the Skooma in the hope I would sleep better.
The dreams are becoming worse, the fire, my father, the hooded man. This time I saw the faces of the people of Helgen, not just the people I killed but the families of those I avenged. I felt ill, I needed a few days rest but I was so close, I could sense my brother. Could he still be at Shor's Stone? With that to motivate me I continued to Riften, I was only a few hours away.
Halfway there was an Argonian at the side of the road. He said I didn't look to good and asked if I had trouble sleeping. He was a Skooma dealer, I knew I shouldn't but I brought some, just one to help me sleep and stop the dreams.
Walking up the hill the big gates of Riften came into view. The city gates were locked and the guard approached me and tried to shake me down. I couldn't believe it. But what was I to do? I payed the man his gold and he let me into the city. I took two steps in and another man stopped me. He asked me what my business was and I replied "none of yours". He warned me to be careful and not the caring kind. The streets were old and warn and littered with beggars. A woman was intimidating a man on the bridge right in front of the guards. The city was run by a family called the Black-Briars', they owned the city and all the guards, everything went into their deep pockets. This is what my father stood up against.
After the war the Titus Mede II signed a peace treaty with the Thalmor. It was called the White-Gold Concordat, a treaty that gives the Thalmor free rein to stamp out the worship of Talos in Tamriel, and other things. There was uproar throughout the Empire. My father said that he didn't fight in a war where he lost his friends to bend to the will of the Thalmor. So he became a political activist, marching through the streets of the Imperial City. He fought corruption and exposed those who betrayed the Empire. He fought for those who didn't have a voice, who didn't have the strength to fight. And he died for his cause.
With that in mind I walked the city for a while, I got a room at the Inn and got some hot food and stayed in my room for the night. I drank the Skooma in the hope I would sleep better.
Morndas 24th of the Last Seed, 4E 201
By the time I woke Faendal had already left. He told me to keep on the path and eventually I would reach Riften. I was tired and I couldn't shake the events of Helgen from my head. There was something calming about the Rift, it reminded me of home. All the colours of the trees, the yellows, oranges and browns. For the first time in a long time I felt home sick.
After a good day of traveling I came across a camp of two hunters. They offered me a bed for the night and some elk they had obtained. I was tired and it didn't take me long to fall sleep.
By the time I woke Faendal had already left. He told me to keep on the path and eventually I would reach Riften. I was tired and I couldn't shake the events of Helgen from my head. There was something calming about the Rift, it reminded me of home. All the colours of the trees, the yellows, oranges and browns. For the first time in a long time I felt home sick.
After a good day of traveling I came across a camp of two hunters. They offered me a bed for the night and some elk they had obtained. I was tired and it didn't take me long to fall sleep.
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