Geel-Kajin
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Antonius: Windhelm. Cold, freezing cold. Ice forms upon the extremities of your body, and your palms turn deathly white. Even Odahviing, whom you ride upon, has some difficulties adapting to the drop in temperature; his movements more lethargic, eyes listless. He lands slightly north of windhelm stables, and then crumples in a heap as he tries to conserve bodily heat. Being a cold-blooded creature, heat is a extremely important factor anywhere.
You bid him a short farewell, before you enter Windhelm. However, someone stops you outside. A guard, his armor padded with leather to ward off the freezing cold. "Ah, you new to Skyrim? Haven't you heard of winter clothes?" He remarks, looking at your thin attire. "Say...I'm sure joining the Stormcloaks will get you a gold piece or two, interested? Talk to Ulfric at his hall." You nod your head and continue on your way, deciding to ignore the chat of the other guards,
Your steaming breath can be seen rising through the cold air, and you rub your hands to generate heat. Where will you search first? (You may go to any part of existing Windhelm to get rumors, or even exit the place)
Rale:You fly upon Paarthurnax, whose wing carry him surprisingly fast for one of his age. You look down, to see spiraling wisps of clouds and the earth far below. It gives you a sense of nausea, and you quickly look back up. Soon, Paarthurnax's nose dips down, as he glides slowly to earth. He drops steadily outside Falkreath, chuckling "Whoever's riding the Dovakiin is going to have a hard time, I doubt the Dragonborn mastered his landing skills yet"
Then Paarthurnax swoops up, his long tail disappearing from your view in no time. You notice a cave in the distance to the east of Falkreath, only visible due to your incredible sight. Beisides that, the forest nearby is eerily still, the only sound coming from the melancholy creaking of Falkreath's stable door due North.
You walk towards Falkreath, when suddenly, a guard shouts at you " Hey,I know you, aint you the guy who's wanted in Whiterun? " He draws his long sword, at the ready.
Beran: The thief jumps, his facial expression one of astonishment. He meets your gaze for a second, murmured, "By Nocturnal, It's true! The hosts walk the earth!" Before dashing off between two buildings, leaving you and the gawking old lady in the dust. He reappears a while later, jumping over a fence, perhaps towards the sewers. WIll you give chase, or continue with your quest?
You bid him a short farewell, before you enter Windhelm. However, someone stops you outside. A guard, his armor padded with leather to ward off the freezing cold. "Ah, you new to Skyrim? Haven't you heard of winter clothes?" He remarks, looking at your thin attire. "Say...I'm sure joining the Stormcloaks will get you a gold piece or two, interested? Talk to Ulfric at his hall." You nod your head and continue on your way, deciding to ignore the chat of the other guards,
Your steaming breath can be seen rising through the cold air, and you rub your hands to generate heat. Where will you search first? (You may go to any part of existing Windhelm to get rumors, or even exit the place)
Rale:You fly upon Paarthurnax, whose wing carry him surprisingly fast for one of his age. You look down, to see spiraling wisps of clouds and the earth far below. It gives you a sense of nausea, and you quickly look back up. Soon, Paarthurnax's nose dips down, as he glides slowly to earth. He drops steadily outside Falkreath, chuckling "Whoever's riding the Dovakiin is going to have a hard time, I doubt the Dragonborn mastered his landing skills yet"
Then Paarthurnax swoops up, his long tail disappearing from your view in no time. You notice a cave in the distance to the east of Falkreath, only visible due to your incredible sight. Beisides that, the forest nearby is eerily still, the only sound coming from the melancholy creaking of Falkreath's stable door due North.
You walk towards Falkreath, when suddenly, a guard shouts at you " Hey,I know you, aint you the guy who's wanted in Whiterun? " He draws his long sword, at the ready.
Beran: The thief jumps, his facial expression one of astonishment. He meets your gaze for a second, murmured, "By Nocturnal, It's true! The hosts walk the earth!" Before dashing off between two buildings, leaving you and the gawking old lady in the dust. He reappears a while later, jumping over a fence, perhaps towards the sewers. WIll you give chase, or continue with your quest?