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The Skyrim Journal: Week Three

Submitted by on Monday, 5 December 20112 Comments

Nixemus and I are three weeks into our journeys now, and The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim isn’t getting any less amazing. Read on to find out what we got up to this week.


Loredas 3rd of First Seed, 4E 202

The Night Mother is coming to the Sanctuary! I have been at the Dark Brotherhood for a day now, and already things are getting exciting.

The Night Mother’s corpse will now be stored at our sanctuary just outside of Falkreath. Unfortunately, along with her comes her keeper; a ridiculous jester named Cicero.

Astrid, the current leader of the Dark Brotherhood, has her suspicions about him. I haven’t seen anything too unusual about Cicero so far, but I’m keeping my eyes open.

Sundas 4th of First Seed, 4E 202

Astrid told me to spy on Cicero. She heard him talking to someone in his room and suspects that he may be plotting against the Dark Brotherhood.

I did as I was told, but as soon as I entered his room, I heard Cicero approaching. The only available hiding place was inside the Night Mother’s coffin. I reluctantly climbed inside and embraced the Night Mother.

While inside, I heard Cicero muttering to the Night Mother, but no one else. It turns out his affection for the Night Mother is matched by no one!

I did get something out of it though. I heard the Night Mother; I am her Listener. The Dark Brotherhood is finally going to make its name in Skyrim.

I already have a contact. Someone in Volruund. If only Astrid would make up her mind as to whether we should go through with it!

Morndas 5th of First Seed, 4E 202

I travelled to Volruund today and met with the contact. A cocky man, but he performed the black sacrament, and the Night Mother heard his call.

After clearing up logistics, he revealed his target. I could scarcely believe it, but he was completely genuine. I returned to Astrid.

After her own doubts about the target, she started to make the arrangements. There are several people to kill beforehand, but this assassination should definitely put us on the map.

The Dark Brotherhood is going to kill the Emperor of Tamriel!


Turdas, 1st of Frostfall, 4E 201:

Oh dear. I’ve been threatening to do it for a while, but today I officially became addicted to Alchemy. To be honest, I should probably see a psychiatrist about it, but unfortunately they haven’t been invented yet.

I can’t help it; there’s something incredibly satisfying about experimenting with various ingredients and discovering new potion effects.

There are adventures to go on and cities to explore, but I’m here at an inn brewing potions. I even went round all the Alchemy stores in Skyrim, and bought out their entire stock, so I’m sitting here with enough ingredients to make hundreds upon hundreds of potions; how exciting!

Right, that’s it, no more Alchemy for me until I’m over this; well, right after I’ve exhausted my stock of ingredients, that is.

Loredas, 3rd of Frostfall, 4E 201:

Half the time, it feels like all I do in Skyrim is run away from something that’s trying to kill me. If it’s not a group of bandits then it’s the Imperial Legion, and if it’s not the Imperial Legion then it’s a dragon.

I had heard something about a group of bandits who had stolen an ancestral sword and were hiding out in a cave. Naturally, I went to investigate, but I hadn’t banked on the toughness of their leader, who knocked my health down to a fraction with one swing of his mace.

Yeah, you know what; I think I’ll save it for later.

Sundas, 4th of Frostfall, 4E 201:

I met some witches today. Well, I say ‘met’, but what I actually mean is ‘got attacked by’; it turns out they aren’t the most welcoming of people. This really is the story of my life.

A priestess from Whiterun asked me to find the sap of a mystical weapon called Nettlebane; she conveniently forgot to mention that it’s protected by a clan of witches.

When I got to Orphan Rock I noticed a strange symbol on the ground, so I approached it curiously. Unfortunately it turns out it was a frost rune, which dealt a blow to my health and also alerted the witches to my presence.

I managed to defeat the witch clan, but then I was struck by a powerful ranged flame spell. Scanning the direction of the spell, I just had time to spot a monstrous Hagraven, before she sent another bout of flames my way, which very nearly killed me.

Sensing that I was out of my depth, I eventually gave up and ran away… you know, just for a change.

Previous articles in this series: Day One, Week One, Week Two