I read "DG" as "DragonGuard" XD

That might be the next DLC!

Or maybe it will be DragonFires, or HearthBorn

Knights of the Moon? ... Horse Isles?

Kayla returned to Helgen.

As she approached, the music cut off, leaving an eerie silence. The only sounds were the distant chirps of bugs and the ominous roar of a far-off dragon. She picked the locks and when the gates swung open, she was met with a horrid sight. Burnt bodies lie around as well as on spikes. The buildings were crumbled and had long since stopped smoking, but the horrors of what had happened were still etched in her memory.

She jumped up onto an old outpost, once high and seemingly omniscient, as two bandits came around the corner. They saw the movement out of the corner of their eyes, but after a moment of searching, they dismissed it as a figment of their imaginations.

That's when Kayla's arrow left the string.

It hit the first bandit, a blonde Nord male, square in the chest. Before the other could react, she applied poison to her other arrow and shot him in the stomach. He dropped to his knees, begging for mercy. She loosed an arrow into his skull.

Creeping along the sides of the town's walls, she headed towards Helgen Keep. She spotted an Argonian man across the courtyard and loosed an arrow, planting it square into his sternum. He fell with a small groan.

She doubled back, heading to the Keep. She found a side door next to the Argonian's body. She recognized this place. This is where her and Hadvar had come. On the floor was her roughspun tunic she had quickly pulled off and hastily put on the Imperial's armor. Hadvar hadn't turned around but she had. She wasn't used to changing in front of others.

Kayla's long ears picked up the sound of a voice. Something about being tired after a long day. easing herself along the wall, she crept down the long corridor to where her and Hadvar had confronted the Stormcloak soldiers. She winced as she remembered the unbridled rage on the Nord woman's face as she swung her hammer towards Hadvar's head, never even giving him a chance to speak his words of peace. In the end, words weren't needed as they continued on, just the two of them.

The body of a soldier still lie there, propped against a chair. Kayla shook her head and continued on, taking a small turn and heading down the spiral stone steps of the keep. Shattered pillars and stone that had once been a formidable structure now lie in ruins, only partially keeping the rest of the structure from collapsing on itself.

She slid into a well-lit room, with two bandits, a Redguard female and male, sitting across the room, not facing her, but their heads inclined at each other. A calm anger steadied Kayla's hand, her arrow cutting into the man's ribs, then, when the woman got up, knocking her onto the table with a cry. She took their gold and left, knowing she neared the torture chamber. That was enough for one day.

Once back outside in the crisp, clear air, Kayla rummaged around her pack, pulling a few mountain flowers out. She went to each of the ruined houses, placing a small bouquet at the door.

She remembers. She'll always remember.

Awww.

Jensa 2.0 found her house keys. She and Stenvar are moved into Hjerim.

Sundas, 8:14 AM, 12th of Rain's hand

"Best offense is a good defense, am I right?"

"'Tis of certainty, my good man."

Lord haaf-Mersey and Mjoll the Lioness walk by one of Dawnstar's guards. The guard shows respect for the Crusader from Cyrodiil, as does the entire village. They'll never forget the man who saved them from their nightmares. ... The sun shines upon acres of snow; there's only a hint of snowfall. It's going to be a good day.

"Ahh...there 't is. The beauty that shineth upon this day, has beckoned me and mine friend, indeed! Gaze upon Nightcaller Temple, Lioness-Mjoll. 'Tis one place devoted of completeness towards a greater affection of the great goddess Mara".

Mjoll the Lioness bumps up against the Lord a little too closely as he stops to admire the tower. She bumps him, and then awkwardly moves away from him.

"Whedn I was young, I journeyd into Morrowdwind with my father. The cleef-racers made for excellent spordt!" she replies nervously.

Lord Haaf-Mersey checks the pocket of his hand-crafted leather armor. Yes, her gift is still there.


10:14 AM
Lord Haaf-Mersey trudges towards the temple. He's out of breath. They've just fought three snow bears, and survived.

"I've ndever been a spelld-sword, nddever traded my skills for gold. I've always been a ....."

"Here 'tis, my lovely charmer!"

The Lord opens the door for her, offering her to step inside of Nightcaller Temple. But she refuses to enter the temple*.

"But Mjoll? Of what concerns have you?"

Mjoll the Lioness does not reply. She only looks at him with her dull yelow-green eyes and stares.

She is a dullard ...the Lord thinks, but she would make a good wife.

....Over these past few days, the Lord has realized that her company is rather dull. She is not brilliant, like he is. She is not spontaneous and fun to be around like Serana is. ..But Mjoll would make an excellent wife. She would be good with my little one, and Lucia needs a mother about the house...

Marcurio the Wizard from Riften had been keeping Lakeview Manor (Lord Haaf-Mersey's estate and property) free of vermin and running smoothly. His skills with organizing and delegation are impeccable. But his presence at Lakeview is one mostly of annoyance, once the Crusader returns. His constant suggestions. His "look what the horker dragged in...." comments. His subtle hints that he wants to return to a life of adventuring.

"It cannot be so." the Lord is flabbergasted. "You will not joineth me inside these temple walls? What frightens ye so, m'lady?"

Perhaps she knows of my plans. Perhaps I am rushing upon her acquaintanceship, and with haste.

Today is not the day. Lord Haaf-Mersey takes his Amulet of Mara, and puts it back into his leather satchel.


*Nightcaller (for whatever reason) is programmed to NOT allow NPC followers inside. LHM brought Marcurio here long ago. NPCs cannot follow insdie this temple, probably due to the quest related to it.

This post has been edited by Renee Gade IV: Mar 21 2013, 12:08 AM

Uh oh... And LHM couldn't get into Mara's shrine for his proposal. Maybe it's a sign from Mara!


Duralekh gro-Bulsakh and Erik the Slayer have been delivering a bunch of stuff to people all over Skyrim. Funny how one favor turns into another. They finally made it back to Riften not long after sunset, road weary and ready for some family time.

A frost dragon greeted them the minute they stepped through the city gate. It landed on the roof of Honeyside.

Big D and Erik took it down with the help of most of Riften’s citizenry. The Bulsakh was glad that he did not see his wife or daughters among the combatants. Sylgja is a strong Nord woman, but you only get to throw your pickaxe at a dragon once.

The scene inside the house was warm and cozy.

“Hello, my love,” said sweet Sylgja.

“Can I get some allowance?” asked Sophie.

Lucia piped up. “Mister Brynjolf gave me an apple. He seems so nice.”

“SYLGJA!” Big D bellowed.

“Yes my love?” She was right behind The Slayer. It’s a tight fit getting everyone in Honeyside’s kitchen.

“Um,” said D, very embarrassed. He is not usually a yeller, but the dragon on the roof stressed him out. “How are the kids? Would you, uh, like to sell these iron weapons in your shop? Is that a Homecooked Meal I smell? I am the luckiest orc in Tamriel. And, uh, do you mind if we all move in with your mother?”

Sylgja honestly did not sound too thrilled, but she said she’d pack up and meet him there.

And she did.

LHM is back!!


And he's still not having much luck when it comes to jousting in the lists of love, poor fellow. I mean, that kind of thinking does not a happy marriage make...


I'll admit it; I giggled at that.

Here's the latest from Darnand in Skyrim:


Darnand stood alone on the road looking up, it seemed for miles. Afternoon sunlight painted the clouds. Waterfalls cascaded over ancient carved stones. A massive Nordic ruin covered the mountainside.

It had taken weeks for him to gain an audience with the Jarl. Word of the favors he had done for the Reach’s farmers, miners, and merchants finally drifted up to Understone Keep. By the time Darnand found an excuse to speak with the Steward, his name was already known.

The local alchemist had sent him on an errand.

Darnand made his way through the keep to the Jarl’s palace. A noble Nord reclined on a seat made of stone, flanked by advisors. His Housecarl and Steward, Darnand decided. He held out the Stallion Potion and addressed the older man.

“Are you the Steward? Here is a delivery from—”

“Oh yes, thank you,” said the Steward. “Here you go. Some gold for your assistance. And your… discretion.”

Darnand took the coin purse. The Jarl’s Housecarl glared down at him.

“Is there any way this mage might assist the Mournful Throne?” Darnand asked quickly. “And there is the matter of my associate who is imprisoned in Cidhna Mine.”

The Steward had sent Darnand off to kill a band of Forsworn holed up in an old fortress. He had completed the task, healed his wounds, and returned to collect the bounty.

“Excellent,” said the Steward. “You’ve done us a great service. Here is your reward.”

Darnand accepted another pouch of coins.

“I have letters to read,” said the Steward. He made a dismissive gesture.

“My Jarl,” Darnand called desperately, hoping to Julianos that the Housecarl wouldn’t cut him in half for speaking.

The Jarl motioned him up the steps.

“You may approach the Mournful Throne,” intoned the Housecarl.

“My—”

“Treat my people fairly and I will do the same to you,” the Jarl told Darnand.

Darnand had quickly explained that his friend was still imprisoned long after his sentence should have run out.

The Jarl had thought for a moment and then replied.

“Perhaps you might assist with a personal matter. My father died trying to negotiate with the Forsworn, back when that was possible. They took his shield to those Hagraven beasts they consort with. I need you to bring it home where it belongs.”

Darnand stood frozen with shock and dismay. Hagravens? “But if my friend—” he started.

“I would consider it a personal favor,” the Jarl repeated. “One that I might then return.”

Darnand swallowed his anger. “It will be done.”

Now he stood in the road looking up at what would surely become his grave. Tiny figures moved among the ruins. Many, many figures. And somewhere up there dwelt a Hagraven.

None of the men sent here before him had ever returned. Darnand suspected that this was the task the Jarl used to dispose of annoying petitioners. He ground his teeth. Not this time.

“I’m going to need a lot of potions,” he muttered to himself. “Mountain flowers, mushrooms, butterfly wings…” Jerric did not endorse the slaughter of butterflies. It was an ongoing point of heated discussion between them.

Darnand started walking before despair made him vomit. He kept his eyes on the ground, searching for alchemy ingredients. “And the Divines know I could use some help.”



The story continues in King Coin's "Aravi in Skyrim" thread.





This post has been edited by Grits: Mar 21 2013, 08:08 PM

'Jerric did not endorse the slaughter of butterflies.'

One more reason to love the big Nord!

(Even I know that in the northern province there are those who would use the tiny-winged flower dancers for alchemical purposes. )

All of this is so amusing! Especially the way they're all crowded up in the house!




Yup, I agree. He's picky but he's ready to compromise, for Lucia's sake.

LHM is old-fashioned, too. He wants the classic barefoot pregnant wife cooking for him by the hearth, and all that.

This post has been edited by Renee Gade IV: Mar 21 2013, 01:43 PM

Oh god, I remember the first time that happened. I was going along and saw 'catch butterfly'. I still remember my thought process.

"Ooh yeah, I can get butterflies! I know, I'll get a whole collection; I'll be the world-saving, dragon-slaying badass who has depth with his sensitive side and butterfly collecting hobby! What a great way to add depth to my cha-"

Butterfly Wings added to inventory

"I'M A MONSTER!!"


Hah, good luck getting that from Mjoll!

Yeah I know, right? LHM is kind of a knucklehead



This is awesome, this whole thought process.

Kayla would help, for sure XD

Terenna would probably want to help too. Though Darnand probably would decline.

And Darnand gets some help!

The story continues in King Coin's "Aravi in Skyrim" thread.

Awwwww. XD

Here's an update from Jensa:


I’ve been to Oblivion and back again, and that’s all I’m going to say about it. Except if you’re reading this Stenvar, no I didn’t go to another one of Sanguine’s parties without you.

Also now I have a spirit horse and an Elder Scroll. And I can call a dragon to me just by saying his name. All things considered it was a productive trip.

After I told Serana to find her own way back wherever she’s going I went home to Stenvar. Calder is still off visiting his Ma so we had the house to ourselves. I could have stayed there with my man until the very stones crumbled, but we have another Scroll to find. Come to think of it if we don’t die first, I bet old Paarthurnax will want me to haul them up the mountain so he can take a look. One of them might work on the Time Wound. Anyway after I got back from the Soul Cairn, me and Stenvar went somewhere stranger. The College of Winterhold.

There was a high elf standing out front with an icicle hanging off her nose and from the look on her face she had another one stuck elsewhere. She gave me a test to see if I was worthy of dripping snow on their rug when I went in to ask my question. Now Ma always said I got more than my share of the clan’s Breton blood. That’s why I’m twice as magical and half as hairy. I never appreciated the magical part until now.

Anyway their orc librarian (didn’t I say this place was strange) told us to go out over the ice fields looking for some scholar who had more brains than sense back before studying on the Dwemer made his brains scramble. Now they save he lives in an ice cave. Why am I not surprised.

But for tonight we’re sleeping indoors under the same roof as a bunch of mages. No doors anywhere. It’s as bad as the Dawnguard barracks for privacy. Of course those ex-Vigilants wouldn’t like to know why we have to keep Sanguine happy, but maybe these mages won’t mind. Hells, some of them are older than dirt, so I guess they’ve already seen a thing or two. Best not to think about it. I might turn my own stomach.

Or that might be the horker stew. There’s no telling how long it sat out. These mages are not much for cooking.

Jensa perty!!