Today is Tirdas, the 18th of Lost Seed. I awoke at 6 in the morning, and broke my fast from the previous night with an apple, washing it down with some wine. I left the Inn, content, and looking out at the town in the dawn. It was a beautiful day, and I ran into a local by the name of Sven. He mentioned some girl, when I said good morning. An odd thing to say, but I felt it was necessary to inquire on the reasoning he said she was “his” and not some “Faendal” fellow's girl. It was not until after the conversation that I realized he was the bard from the night prior.
He talked of the Wood Elf, Faendal, being a persistent fellow with the lady Camilla, and I asked him if he would do something about it. Sven took the point well, but he inquired me to do something for him – to give a forged letter to the woman, making it look as if Faendal had vile things to say of her. I took the letter, but I would not put a forged document to someone. Deception, of course, was dishonorable, and that a Nord would do that was simply shocking.
So I ignored his request, and went on my way to get supplies for the journey to Whiterun. I returned to the Riverwood Trader, and purchased some bread and a wedge of goat cheese as well. Riverwood was a peaceful village enough, but I figured that if I headed to Whiterun, I wouldn't be out much. The journey would stick to the road, and those were safe enough for a traveler bearing a message. I did, however, wish I had a horse to ride.
I crossed the bridge north of town, and went north along the White River, figuring that with my leave at 7 am this would be a day's journey. Along the way, I stopped to look at a beautiful rapids, that roared through some rocks, crashing down into a stunning waterfall, the trees around peaceful, the mountain mist heavy, and sweet as honey.
I was attacked by a wolf, though – I panicked, nearly falling into the waters, but managed to turn and slay the beast with my Iron Dagger. I was glad I had it still, without it I would have surely died. I took the dark pelt, and threw the wolf into the river, so that it would be carried downstream. Only an hour into my journey, I could see Whiterun in the distance – I at first thought it to be a great rock formation, but soon, I realized its true nature.
A day's journey indeed!
I was near a small hamlet, when I happened upon a group of Imperial Soldiers escorting a prisoner – three soldiers for a single, tied up Stormcloak! I suppose now that they were just prepared for an ambush, and I am glad of that. The Stormcloak rebels deserve their men to be bound and imprisoned for rebelling against the empire!
The homes around Whiterun were all small, scattered. Its walls seemed to be impenetrable as I gained on it, the great Dragonsreach – where the Jarl would be sitting, waiting for news of the dragon attack. A Whiterun guard mentioned the dragon attacks, as I came ever closer to the walled city. I guess that rumors are the fastest things in all of Tamriel – but that was already known.
I came across a farm, when I realized I had missed the turn to the entrance to Whiterun – and so I turned about. It wasn't even noon yet, and here I was already! I quickly turned around, and checked my map, before heading off for the proper road to arrive in Whiterun.
Usually, I would have kept going there fast, but I saw something on the way – Honningbrew Meadery. I stopped in to visit, buy some mead. It was, after all, early in the morning. It was an archaic looking building, spacious though. Its owner ragged on some Goldenglow Estate, and claimed his mead to be better – so I was inclined to try his, and eventually Goldenglow's too. His cost me a pretty penny – over 60 Septims! But I figured I could earn more gold in Whiterun, it was a large enough city to find a job in.
Some guard I met told me he used to be an adventurer, as I came close to the entrance to the city. Seemingly, he took an arrow to the knee – why he became a guard after that was beyond me. I didn't pay much mind, and continued on my way. I passed by some stables and a camp. I didn't know who was in the camp though, so I continued on my way to the city. I was stopped by a guard, but told them I had news of the dragon attack for the Jarl, so I was let in.
Whiterun was by far the biggest city I had seen. The main street stretched on for what felt like forever, and so I started on my way, hoping not go get lost in this strange city. I followed the road to a circle, and went up a flight of stairs, before I heard a man preaching the greatness of Talos.
Talos worship had been outlawed, but I did not know the why – I found out when I asked him, finding out about some pact or another that had outlawed it, to appease the Aldmeri. I carried on my way after that. I headed up some steps near the man, and found my self arriving at Dragonsreach.
It was nearly noon now, and I planned to spend most of my day finding work. An Orsimer – or Orc – approached me. She asked what the meaning of me being there was, and I explained quickly. She let me talk to the Jarl then, and I did so. I told him that Ulfric had been there, next when the dragon attacked, and they began talking, about sending aid to Riverwood too. The Jarl sent troops to Riverwood quickly, and then paid me with some Steel Armor – and then said that I could help him with a matter. I was hesitant though. I did not want to be in danger much.
But the Jarl is the Jarl, and you don't question this. So I went to his court wizard as asked, but said that I couldn't help. I wasn't going to any dangerous ruins for some wild goosehunt! But I humored him, and asked what doing this did with dragons, and what he wanted of me.
I may go eventually. But not now. Now, I would have lunch. A late lunch, however. But still a lunch. I went to the Bannered Mare, and I enjoyed some of the Honningbrew Mead and a light meal of roasted pheasant and an apple too. I enjoyed the music of the bard, and didn't buy anything there. The hearth of the Bannered Mare was warm, and relaxing. But I soon left, after my meal. I then requested Ragnar the Red – to celebrate my arrival in Whiterun.
A Nord woman challenged me to a fight – and while I never approve of hitting women, she was the type of woman who could hold her own. So I accepted her challenge. It was, after all, for a hundred gold. I had to sell some of my things to match the wager, but it proved worthwhile when I won. I nearly lost though, but it was a great fight. And I had just made 100 gold! The bard sang the Age of Aggression when it finished, filling me with Imperial pride.
I went out to make a coin or two, if I could. A woman said some bard had been giving her a hard time though. Rage filled me at a man disrespecting a woman, talking about “conquering her like a Nord conquers any beast”. So I offered to talk to the bard. And I did.
I had to brawl with him, and I kicked his whiny ass. He barely put up a fight. Ha! A real Nord “conquerer”! He swore to leave her alone, and she rewarded me with a great deal of coin. It was nearly time to sup, and I was going to be staying in the Inn tonight. There was a hunter selling his game, and I bought some meat from him.
The night was peaceful, and I supped contently. I had already made 300 Septims, in just one day! If I kept this up, I'd be rich in no time. My supper of apple pie, bread, and ale was stomach-filling, and I went to bed early that night.
CORRECTIONS: It should be Morndas not Mondes. I can't read cos my screen is blurry. lol.
NOTES: I will try to balance the "journal" feel with a way to explain the world. It feels weird to make a ton of details in a journal meant to be from the guy you play, y'know? But I will try.
This one was boring I thought, but I got into two bar fights! Plenty of adventure for an old man who's blind in one eye, alcoholic, and suffers from arachnophobia.