The Skyrim Journal – Week Four
Be sure to join us next week for the final entry in PS3 Attitude’s Skyrim Journal. We won’t spoil anything now, but trust us; it will be epic.
Turdas, 15th of Frostfall, 4E 201:
Four weeks into my journey, it’s only now beginning to dawn on me just how big Skyrim is. While consulting my trusty map this morning, my eyes were drawn to the miles and miles of uncharted territory around the outskirts of the province, simply waiting to be explored (read: needlessly looted).
In a month of travelling, I’ve somehow only seen two of Skyrim’s major cities: Whiterun, which I first visited soon after my escape from the Imperial Legion, and Riften, which isn’t exactly the best of what Skyrim has to offer (at least I hope it isn’t).
Right, that settles it. First thing tomorrow, I’m going to venture out into the big wide world of Skyrim! Although, on second thoughts, my exploits thus far haven’t gone particularly to plan, so maybe I should just stay in Whiterun for now?
Yeah, I think that’s best.
Fredas, 16th of Frostfall, 4E 201:
Up until now, I’ve mostly been sleeping at inns and in the Companions’ mead hall, Jorrvaskr, so I thought it was about time I invested in a property of my own. Zenithar knows, I’ve made more than enough money from pillaging to be able to afford a house.
Earlier today, I visited Proventus Avenicci, Jarl Balgruuf’s steward, to express my interest in purchasing Breezehome in Whiterun, but eventually ended up handing the money over there and then; apparently buying a property in Skyrim isn’t as complicated as elsewhere.
I entered my new home and discovered that my Housecarl, Lydia, had already moved herself in. It’s a bit presumptive of her, really; she didn’t even ask me!
Loredas, 17th of Frostfall, 4E 201:
If I really am going to make a go of settling down in Whiterun, I’ve decided I may as well do the thing properly and get married.
I recently came into possession of an Amulet of Mara during my time in Riften (that was literally the only good thing that happened to me there – never again), so now all I need to do is find a willing victim… er, I mean fiancée.