The Skyrim Journal: Week One
As always, we’ll try to avoid major spoilers whenever we can, but due to the nature of this feature, that may not always be possible.
Tirdas, 1st of Heartfire, 4E 201:
Today I learnt I’m still not quite up to the task of taking down a dragon single-handedly. I spotted one flying around so I fired a handful of arrows, but this barely had any impact at all. I abandoned my bow and charged in for a melee attack, but it held me off with its fiery breath, taking off a big chunk of my health.
It was at this point that I decided to stop flogging a dead horse (or, rather, stop annoying a very alive dragon), and ran away. However, I hadn’t got far when somehow, miraculously, the beast’s health began to drain, and in a matter of seconds had diminished completely.
I returned to where I had left the dragon, and to my amazement found a mammoth standing over its corpse, which was soon reduced to a pile of bones, after I absorbed its soul.
If anyone asks, I killed it myself.
Middas, 2nd of Heartfire, 4E 201:
It turns out mammoths aren’t always so helpful. I met a farmer on the road today, who was on his way to a giants’ camp to present them with a cow as a peace offering. Sensing some comedy might be on the cards, I decided to tag along.
As predicted, far from thanking him for his generous gift, the giants showed their appreciation by smashing him into Oblivion; that’s when things began to go awry.
The next thing I know, I’m being stampeded by a couple of angry mammoths. After witnessing one of these massive creatures take down a dragon yesterday, I didn’t think my chances of defeating it were too high. I therefore turned and ran for my life… for the second time in two days.
Loredas, 5th of Heartfire, 4E 201:
I’ve had my eye on the huge Greymoor Fort for a few days now. Naturally, I had to claim it as my own, so today I took out all the bandits inside (minus the kindly maid; that’s right, it comes with its own maid!), and sold all their possessions back in Riverwood.
When I returned, however, I was perturbed by a group of Imperial Soldiers who were patrolling the fort’s perimeter. Inside, I discovered that the Imperial Legion had moved in, and one of them even had the audacity to accuse me of trespassing. Trespassing! In my own fort!
Unfortunately, there were a lot more of them than me, so I admitted defeat and begrudgingly walked away from Greymoor; although, if the Imperial Legion thinks I’m supporting them in the Civil War after this, they’ve got another thing coming!
Loredas, 10th of Sun’s Dawn, 4E 202
Dead body in Windhelm this morning, sliced open with knife. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face.
The streets aren’t safe with the ‘Butcher’ on the loose. Town guards are already spread thin, so lending a hand to Jorleif.
Followed trail of blood from crime scene to abandoned house. Managed to get inside after talking to owner.
Once inside, found bloodstains and flyers about the ‘Butcher’. Also found strange amulet and altar behind wardrobe. Signs are pointing to Necromancy.
Confronted Court Mage. Denied all accusations, but evidence points to him. Guards arrested him, took him to dungeons.
Tirdas, 13th of Sun’s Dawn, 4E 202
Another body discovered. Killer not Court Mage. Confronted him in dungeons. Said next murder is likely to happen tomorrow night. Will patrol streets, just in case.
Middas, 14th of Sun’s Dawn, 4E 202
Caught true killer mid-murder. Tried to flee, but hit him with Ice Spear. Jorleif relieved murders have stopped. On the night of Middas, a Butcher died in Windhelm. Somewhere up there, the Gods know why. Talos preserve us.
Tirdas 20th of Sun’s Dawn, 4E 202
On way to College of Winterhold. Came across Frostflow Lighthouse; looked abandoned. On inside, found dead bodies and locked doors. Nobody cares. Nobody cares, but me.
Picked lock to cellar. Found several Chaurus and a hole in wall leading to Frostflow abyss. Likely source of deaths. Will investigate further.
High numbers of Falmer and Chaurus inside. Getting dangerous.
Discovered source of murders. Large Chaurus nest and Chaurus Reaper underneath Frostflow Lighthouse.
Found bodies of Lighthouse owner. Paid last respects quietly, without fuss. Habd, Lighthouse Keeper, slaughtered in an ice cave. Is that what happens to us? A life of conflict, with no time for friends, so that when it’s done, only strangers come to loot our bodies.
Sundas 25th of Sun’s Dawn, 4E 202
Met Wood Elf at side of road. Was offering to sell me some Skooma when killed by sabre-toothed cat mid-sentence. Ran for my life. I can take down dragons and absorb their souls, but I can’t handle a sabre-toothed cat. Go figure.
That just about brings you up to speed with our travels so far, but join us again next week to discover what adventures we stumble upon in our second full week in Skyrim.
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