Diary of Kiranyae, 7th of Sun's Height, 4E201 My Paled Pass
That was a short lived hike. Apparently the mountainside shifted recently and an avalanche has engulfed the road through the Pale Pass. I'm not going anywhere for a while. The workers on the road said it will be at least a month before it's traversable again, and the Legion has the first rite of passage.
So, I guess I'm stuck here in Bruma. Looks like I'll be cozying up to the Nords for a while.... Maybe I can get some information on this little rebellion of theirs. I wouldn't be surprised of some of the residents came here to get away from the fighting.
Diary of Kiranyae, 29th of Sun's Height, 4E201 Layover in Helgen
The pass was clean and empty when I was finally allowed through. The workers finished up early than expected, and once the troops were through, they sent me on my way. I have to say, for being so anti-mer, the Nords of Bruma were a hospitable folk. Maybe it's just these Stormcloaks that will take issue with another Altmer in their land.
Helgen seems okay. Though, I suspect that's only because it's under control of the Empire still. Tomorrow, I'll head out to see the rest of Skyrim. Vilod told me of a little village where I might get more than one opinion on this war. A quaint little hamlet to the northwest named Riverwood.
I must say, this Juniper mead is quite pleasant. Not at all what I expected the Nords to drink.
Diary of Kiranyae, 21st of Last Seed, 4E201 The Sleeping Giant
Riverwood is indeed a nice little village, and the folks are nice enough here, too. I decided to stay here for a few days while I scout the area, and get a feel for the land. Tomorrow will be the time to get moving, though. I'll make for Whiterun, since they seem to play a prominent role in the conflict, and have managed remained neutral thus far.
But, the locals have asked me to clear out some bandits from a nearby mine. I guess a little practice never hurt anything.
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Wrapped in furs beneath the northern lights From my cave I watch the land untamed And wonder if some becoming season Will make the angel melt in shame
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