Saturday, December 31, 2011

I stumbled upon an interesting scene as I reentered Whiterun. I know I should have returned to the Jarl right away, but as I said, interesting.





These Alik'r fellows were getting kicked out of town for some reason. They said they were looking for a Redguard woman they had tracked to the city, some sort of renegade or something. I know there are Redguards here, but no one that caught my eye as being particularly shady; I said I'd let them know if I found who they were looking for.

Immediately I hear some thunder. Odd, since there were no clouds anywhere. And also odd how it sounded like a voice. The Nords around got excited, though.

And then I was stopped by some courier saying they had a message from "a friend." The note said they noticed me using a shout (how, I don't know), and that there was a great power to be had at some place. Didn't have time for that, though. Looked shady anyways.

I did eventually make it to the Jarl, and explained what had happened with the dragon, and the whole bit with the guard calling me Dragonborn just because I absorbed a dragon's soul. The Jarl was impressed about that last part, and connected it with the thunder I had heard: it was no mere thunder, but the summons of some folks called the Greybeards for the Dragonborn. The Greybeards are apparently masters of the Way of the Voice, which teaches how to use shouts or whatever (this was a bit too much to take in at once). They apparently wanted to teach me some stuff.




The Jarl points me in the direction of the home of the Greybeards, High Hrothgar, which is near the top of the tallest peak in all Tamriel, the Throat of the World.

And, as a thanks for saving his city from a dragon, he makes me a citizen of his area, with the ability to buy property, and then a Thane. Being a Thane in Whiterun is apparently more prestigious than Falkreath, for I also get a Housecarl, like Irileth, but not her - a lady named Lydia.




However, I don't have nearly enough money to buy a house, at least tonight, so Lydia stays at Dragonsreach (not having a house to carl over, or whatever it is she is supposed to do), and I go to the inn. Still only 10 septims a night, but much nicer than the accommodations in Falkreath.




Like actually having a door, and no mourning fathers either.

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Fortunately the Jarl didn't expect me to fight the dragon alone. He did send Irileth with me.

And a few other guards.





This was something I was wondering myself. All the soldiers at Helgen didn't seem to do a thing to that dragon.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Being the Thane of Falkreath is nice and all, I suppose, but that's not why I came to Skyrim. That, and I have more important things to do than sit around on my duff lording it up - things like warn a Jarl about a dragon attack. There's no way he couldn't have heard of it by now, but I said I was going to do something, and that's what I'm going to do.

Whiterun is effectively caught in the middle between the Stormcloaks in the east and the Imperial forces in the west. So it's no surprise that there is a little internal strife in the city, but I wasn't prepared for what I saw.

Sunday, December 25, 2011

In the morning I go see the Jarl to report on my mission. He is somewhat impressed in my ability to actually get things done, and hints that he has a thane position open, though one would have to gain a reputable report with the people of the area before one could become one. I figure that means helping people out with their troubles and doing jobs for them.

Good, because that's what I was going to do anyways.

Friday, December 23, 2011

I've picked up a bunch of stuff over the last couple of days. Have to get rid of it. Could just leave it on the ground, but this stuff is worth money, so I don't. There are a few people in town here that will take it off my hands, so I sell it to them. Basic stuff - my grandfather was a shopkeep, I know how this works.

Now that I've got a small bit of gold, it's time to get ready to head up to the College. I was going to be studying and practicing on the way from High Rock, but those plans have changed a little. Looks like I'm to be getting some more practical lessons.

I'm no random adventurer though. Sure, the other day I went and delved a random dungeon, but I was flat broke, with no experience, and happened to be attacked first. But that life isn't for me. I need some direction. Doing random jobs for people will help me get to know this strange country, and probably more profitable to boot.

So naturally, I go ask the innkeeper what she's heard.






Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Sleeping for a few hours does wonders.

Now well-rested, I head to the jail to see this Sindig fellow. How can a person, even a Nord, just tear a little girl to pieces? I don't even know if a vampire could do that bare-handed. Something doesn't add up.

I met one of the jailors.





Sunday, December 18, 2011

Not the best of days...

I had always wanted to be a mage.

My parents were both mages. Lived as mages, died as mages. I've always wanted to be like them. Except the dying part.

Looks like things aren't going how I wanted.