Monday, June 23, 2014

Skyrim - Larien in Windhelm, Part 2

As run-down as most of Windhelm is, the Grey Quarter is worse. All of the Dunmer in the city are forced to live there. I like it. Despite their treatment, the Dunmer here are very friendly and ready to talk to anyone. I went into a shop to unload some things I picked up on the road, and the keeper was so nervous I didn't even have to prod him to find out that he had accidentally bought a stolen ring. He begged me to plant it in the house of the original owner. Haha! It was too funny to turn down, and easy money besides. I think I've made a friend. I did go talk to that kid, too. Sad story, that. He was orphaned and sent to live in an orphanage in Riften, and I guess the house mother was horrible to all the children. He ran away and made it back home and now wants her dead. On top of that, he thinks I came from the Dark Brotherhood to accept the contract! Maybe I'll go to Riften to see if Grellod really is as bad as he says. Children deserve better treatment than he described.

Why me? I seem to have entered Windhelm in the midst of some serial killer's fun-time killing spree. There's a girl dead in the graveyard (fitting?) and the guards seem to be stretched too thin to do anything, even though the trail is obvious. Literally. There is a trail of blood from the body to an empty house on the north side of town. I wonder if the steward has the key and if he does, if he'll let me in to look around. Maybe there's some coin in it for me if I solve the crime. .. I have to go to the palace anyway to see what Ulfric wants to do.

I have to get back to Whiterun! Ulfric is going to attack! He came out and said as much to me when he returned Balgruf's axe. Oh, for a horse!


This weekend is when all the fun will happen. I've taken off work on Friday to see about the lavender farm and we're going to the zoo on Saturday and then Sunday will be the gigantic family reunion out at the lake. There's a good amount of blog fodder to be had all three days!

Monday, June 16, 2014

Skyrim - Larien goes to Windhelm ((Update before posting))

Nope. Not going to do it. This shouting thing might come in handy in a pinch, but I am NOT their precious Dragonborn. I am an elf, and a rather small and unimportant one at that. I am not a Nord, I don't worship Talos, I don't think mead is the greatest thing ever, and I don't like an all-out brawl. I hate the cold and I hate dragons and I just want to go home. The greybeards tried to tell me that I am Dragonborn and they told me that I can "shout" because there is dragon blood in my veins. They trained me some and now they want me to go down into yet another draugr-hole and get an old horn for them. I don't understand why I should. Maybe the whole thing will fade if I just don't use it... Balgruf said to take his axe to Ulfric in Windhelm, to see if there can be peace between Windhelm and Whiterun. This might get me something to take back to the general. Stick to the original plan: Use the Legion to go home. Just leave all this dragon nonsense to the Nords.

What a depressing town! No wonder the Stormcloaks are losing, if this is where the center of their cause lies. I'm a little hesitant to walk up to Ulfric, so I'm going to look around some. Someone said there was a kid trying to perform the Black Sacrament. Who would a child want to kill, I wonder?


(What have you been doing with your life?)

Monday, June 9, 2014

Skyrim - Wood Elf Dragonborn ((Update before posting))

No. No no no nonononononononono no. This isn't happening. This can't be happening. I'm not a Nord. I'm not even part Nord. I wasn't born in Skyrim. There is no way in Oblivion that I am part of this insane Nord mythology. I am not Dragonborn, whatever that means. Yeah, I was coerced into helping kill a dragon, but I have no idea how I know how to speak their language. After we killed the beast, I felt this enormous rush of power. I could see the world from above and feel a fire in my chest. Suddenly I knew what one of the words from the wall was, and I spoke it. Everyone in front of me staggered and fell. The Nord guards gathered around and started going on about how I am Dragonborn. Balgruf or someone in Whiterun must know what's going on. They have to.

They weren't kidding about Seven Thousand Steps. I've probably gone halfway up this mountain now, and it's time for a break. I still don't know what's going on, especially about the Dragonborn issue, but Balgruf said that the Greybeards on top of this mountain would be able to tell me more about it and train me. He's given me the title of Thane and my own housecarl, Lydia, and she's handy in a pinch. There have been a couple bears on the steps and I think I hear something bigger up above us some. She asked me what I'm hoping to learn at the top and I brushed it off, but I very much hope to be told that I am not the Dragonborn and that I need to get out of Skyrim. I didn't want to come up here anyway, but if it means that there won't be voices thundering from the sky then I'll go see the old men. As soon as I got back to Whiterun it sounded like a deafening clap of thunder, but there was a word: Dovahkiin. I don't know what it means, nor do I want to, but apparently it is the Greybeards calling me to their monastery.


Oh, no! Larien has found out that she's more a part of this than she ever wanted! How's she going to handle everything? We're still a couple weeks out from my upcoming adventures, but (what have I actually done? YMCA? New recipe? Finished my craft room?)

Monday, June 2, 2014

Skyrim - Back to Riverwood

I'm beginning to wish the dragon in Helgen had eaten me. It might get a chance now, at any rate. "I'm not telling you anything until you help me with my dragon problem" was all I could get from Balgruf. If I'm going to impress anyone in the Legion and leverage that to get home, I'm going to have to go back to Riverwood. From the sound of it, I'm going to have to go back to Riverwood and go down into another tomb, at that.

Bandits, spiders, draugr, another puzzle door, another insanely strong dead Nord, and yet another strange word burned into my brain. I've really got to find out what that's about. Maybe Farengar will tell me after he gets done looking at the dragon tablet I brought back for him. Everything seems to be chaos right now. A Dunmer in the service of Balgruf has come in and is going on about a dragon sighting. That's my cue to get out of here. I'll go see if Balgruf has an answer for General Tullius.


My birthday is this month! And a family reunion, and possibly some other stuff. Look for some pretty cool adventures from a zoo and maybe a lavender farm and winery!