CephalicMiasma
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I started a new character and i've sworn not to use the map or fast travel for as long as I can. Just look at whats in front of me and follow my "compass". It felt so awesome that I wrote down a lot of what was happening. This is only a small part of what has happened so far but there's a lot of detail, as far as what I actually did, heard, saw. I hope you all enjoy it. Oh, and i'm gonna try to make it a habit to end these with an original poem that was written for each specific passage. Since my character is also a bit of a scribe/poet/skald. Oh yeah, and i'm not allowed to set the difficulty lower than master.
What follows is the account of a Bosimer naturalist/herbalist/explorer beginning a journey into the vast mysterious land of Skyrim.
Freyr's Journey: first account. It has been two days since I began my exploration into Skyrim to document the local flora and fauna and to discover the mysteries held within the landscape. However I am only now able to write any part of my journey down. Unfortunately I was ambushed by an imperial sentry so close to the border that I could still see my homeland.
I was accused of crimes I never committed and when I protested against the accusations I received a swift pommel to the side of the head which knocked me unconscious. I awoke on a cart bound with three Nords, one of them seemed to be rather important; i’ve never heard of him.
The Imperials plan was to excecute us, but things never do go as they’re planned do they? “We’ll make sure your remains are returned to Valenwood” he told me. Ha! That impetuous bureaucratic Imperial. Even the dragon that appeared could not rival my fury. But still; the dragon was able to cause a commotion which I could not, as one would expect from a flying lizard, and I escaped with one of the men I was bound in the cart with; Ralof. We had to traverse a few caves and defend ourselves from more imperial barbarism but eventually we made it to safety, only to see the very same dragon looming over us and disappearing into the distance.
Ralof and I decided to head our separate ways. The trees are large and healthy. I noticed several different species of wildflowers growing abundantly near me, needless to say I harvest what I can. With no map I decided to cross the glistening river before me.
I came across a small shack with an old woman claiming to be named Anise standing ominously outside. “It’s tough just scraping by out here, but I make due” she mumbled. I entered her shack and spotted a book title Song of The Alchemist’s sitting near the foot of her bed. Upon reading it I learned a great deal of information and felt my knowledge increase. I also saw some parchment which in all honestly I shouldn’t have stole from the woman but I wouldn’t be writing this without it. While exiting her shack I looked around for the sun, which had just began to dissappear behind the mountain. “I'm just a poor old woman, dear. No need to trouble yourself with me." Anise said while walking into the shack. “I was just making my leave” I said to her, but in a whisper she could not hear.
I decided I must find shelter, soon, for the coming night. This land, as beautiful as it is, is a strange and cold land. Following the stream led me to a thicket of trees, which upon moving cautiously through a light began to appear. The flickering light of a fire no doubt. Warmth, shelter.
I approached hoping to see friendly faces but was met by silence and emptiness. “Better than bandits” I muttered. I entered the small shack next the fire and two hunters, a male and female Redguard, were fast asleep in their bedroll’s. I crept silently back out of the shack as not to wake them and sat on the bench near the fire, adding five thick logs to the fire pit. They crackled viciously. The wind weaved through the trees, rustling the leaves. The stars shined brightly, constantly, assuringly.
Here I sat, warm and safe
Dancing before me,
the fire’s shadow was.
And for morning I did wait,
to see the sun shine from up above.
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If anyone out there enjoyed reading this please comment and I will put effort into making more.
What follows is the account of a Bosimer naturalist/herbalist/explorer beginning a journey into the vast mysterious land of Skyrim.
Freyr's Journey: first account. It has been two days since I began my exploration into Skyrim to document the local flora and fauna and to discover the mysteries held within the landscape. However I am only now able to write any part of my journey down. Unfortunately I was ambushed by an imperial sentry so close to the border that I could still see my homeland.
I was accused of crimes I never committed and when I protested against the accusations I received a swift pommel to the side of the head which knocked me unconscious. I awoke on a cart bound with three Nords, one of them seemed to be rather important; i’ve never heard of him.
The Imperials plan was to excecute us, but things never do go as they’re planned do they? “We’ll make sure your remains are returned to Valenwood” he told me. Ha! That impetuous bureaucratic Imperial. Even the dragon that appeared could not rival my fury. But still; the dragon was able to cause a commotion which I could not, as one would expect from a flying lizard, and I escaped with one of the men I was bound in the cart with; Ralof. We had to traverse a few caves and defend ourselves from more imperial barbarism but eventually we made it to safety, only to see the very same dragon looming over us and disappearing into the distance.
Ralof and I decided to head our separate ways. The trees are large and healthy. I noticed several different species of wildflowers growing abundantly near me, needless to say I harvest what I can. With no map I decided to cross the glistening river before me.
I came across a small shack with an old woman claiming to be named Anise standing ominously outside. “It’s tough just scraping by out here, but I make due” she mumbled. I entered her shack and spotted a book title Song of The Alchemist’s sitting near the foot of her bed. Upon reading it I learned a great deal of information and felt my knowledge increase. I also saw some parchment which in all honestly I shouldn’t have stole from the woman but I wouldn’t be writing this without it. While exiting her shack I looked around for the sun, which had just began to dissappear behind the mountain. “I'm just a poor old woman, dear. No need to trouble yourself with me." Anise said while walking into the shack. “I was just making my leave” I said to her, but in a whisper she could not hear.
I decided I must find shelter, soon, for the coming night. This land, as beautiful as it is, is a strange and cold land. Following the stream led me to a thicket of trees, which upon moving cautiously through a light began to appear. The flickering light of a fire no doubt. Warmth, shelter.
I approached hoping to see friendly faces but was met by silence and emptiness. “Better than bandits” I muttered. I entered the small shack next the fire and two hunters, a male and female Redguard, were fast asleep in their bedroll’s. I crept silently back out of the shack as not to wake them and sat on the bench near the fire, adding five thick logs to the fire pit. They crackled viciously. The wind weaved through the trees, rustling the leaves. The stars shined brightly, constantly, assuringly.
Here I sat, warm and safe
Dancing before me,
the fire’s shadow was.
And for morning I did wait,
to see the sun shine from up above.
.........................................................
If anyone out there enjoyed reading this please comment and I will put effort into making more.