Today In Skyrim (Spoilerific), Like the other one, but with added spoilers!!! Options

[Grits]

Thanks, Acadian! I do enjoy my time with Abiene.

I tried to put this post in spoiler tags so folks wouldn’t have to keep scrolling past it, but it wouldn't let me. Maybe because of the picture links? Oh well. Happy Saturalia!


From Abiene’s Skyrim Journal

25 Evening Star, Breezehome, nearly mid-night

Saturalia! Oh, what a day. My night shift at the temple passed quickly as I was able to sleep through most of it. What little healing was needed I have noted in the temple record. When Danica relieved me I found myself walking back to the Plains District with fresh snow crunching under my feet. It had snowed over night! A white day in Whiterun. The sun was strong and the wind was weak, so I hardly needed my hood.

Knowing Jerric’s capacity for drink and our dear friends’ propensity for indulging him, I expected that the early morning had passed unnoticed as they slept one off. Hopefully last night someone remembered to leave the door cracked for Ulfe. Imagining tender heads and uneasy stomachs, I stopped at the seasonal bakery stand outside the main gate to pick up some breakfast treats before I returned to Breezehome.

The vendor had a variety of holiday offerings, including a quilted robe that I bought for Jerric and some silly hats that will take a powerful charm spell to get anyone to wear. But of course I bought them anyway, along with all of the star pies, eggnog, cocoa, and cookies that she had on her cart. That completely emptied my pockets of gold. It’s a good thing Darnand has the charge of my purse as well as our Nord’s.

Ulfe nearly bowled me over when I opened the door, but the snow all over the floor told me that she had already made at least one trip outdoors. Jerric stood by the fire tending only the gods know what in the cookpot. If there is a single sad old leek or potato in the bottom of any barrel, Jerric will find it and turn it into soup.

He lifted his chin at the ceiling without speaking, leading me to believe that Lildereth and Darnand still slept above. Then he took my packages and cloak and kissed me like it was the old days before everything got so complicated.

“Happy Saturalia,” we whispered to each other.

Then Ulfe charged back in and shook snow all over us, and while I was trying not to step in the fire I noticed something.

“There is a tree in here! Mother Mara, how did you get Lildereth to agree to that?”

Jerric lifted up the lower branches. The tree sat upon its entire root ball, completely packed with dirt. It must have weighed… Well, with a Nord and two mages drinking the night away, I suppose it doesn’t matter how much it weighed.

“I’m going to put it back tomorrow morning,” Jerric said. “Olfrid will never miss it.”

“You stole a tree from the Battle-Born’s garden?!” I had to laugh.

“We borrowed it,” he started, but then Lildereth and Darnand came downstairs just as Ulfe knocked the tree over.

Restorative spells were administered to the lightweights, sweets and potato soup were consumed with relish, and our gift exchange lasted almost a full minute as none of us not even Darnand attempted to contain our enthusiasm in the slightest. The morning passed too quickly.

I wanted to view the decorations at Dragonsreach, so I washed and dressed for a day out in the city. The men had no interest, and I didn’t try to coax them. Saturalia opens that great, empty place in Jerric’s heart that all of his family once filled. I left him Darnand’s quiet company, trusting in that bond between those who call themselves brothers.

Lildereth looked lovely in the green cape I made for her. The Jarl’s children are insufferable brats and his Housecarl looked like she might run us through with her sword, but we lingered in the great hall drinking free wine as long as we wanted to. It was warm and the Nords’ way of speaking amuses both of us.

Particularly the Jarl’s brother. ‘I'm not a man, I’m a weapon in human form. Just unsheathe me, and point me at the enemy.’ We had to go when Lildereth started to giggle.

Now that I think of it, he may have been… hitting on a Bosmer and a Breton? Surely not.

Anyway we found the men dressed for the evening out, but Jerric was drinking alone in the alchemy room. When he finally emerged to sit idle by the fire, it fell to me to assess his condition. At least that’s what I gathered by Lildereth and Darnand huddling together where he couldn’t see them. I couldn’t blame them. When a dark mood takes Jerric, he sometimes breaks things until he ends up in prison.

“I’m going out,” I told him, and simply walked out the door. Thankfully he followed me. On the front steps we had a brief meeting to decide our destination. The Bannered Mare won with no real discussion. The Drunken Huntsman has wood elves, but the Bannered Mare has a bard.

Once inside the Bannered Mare Lildereth and I quickly consulted as we realized our mistake. The Nordic offerings of glogg, grog, nog, and more glogg would have us taking turns holding each other’s hair as we filled the many buckets that stand ready for that purpose about the establishment. She pressed a few coins into my hand and I hastened to the bar.

There was a very handsome Breton sitting there, and he spoke as Hulda handed me our drinks. “Say, you look like someone who can hold their liquor.”

I glanced behind me so that I wouldn’t hit whoever he was speaking to when I turned with my tray, but he was addressing me.

“How about a friendly contest to win a staff?” he persisted.

I could easily imagine the scene after many drinks when he unveiled his ‘staff.’ Perhaps he got that line from the Jarl’s brother.

“No thank you,” I said, “I have one already. But good evening, and good luck with your contest!”

It’s a good thing it was I who fetched the first round. I warned Lildereth and we managed to keep Jerric away from the bar. There’s no telling where we would have ended up if he started drinking with a stranger.

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Abiene looks dead sexy in her low-backed dress! And Lildreth is gorgeous as always :] I'm glad they were able to stay away from "Sam" lol

I lol'ed at the jarl's brother lol

[King Coin]

This was a delight to read Grits! Happy Saturalia to Jerric and crew!

[Colonel Mustard]

Christmas party! And Christmas clothes! And other Christmassy things because they aren't Christmassy but are instead Saturnalia-ey! Hooray!


Theudebalds' Boxing Day Skyrim shenanigans (why didn't we call this thread Spoilerific Skyrim Shenanigans? Why? It would have been wonderful and you know that it would have been wonderful) revolved around exploring Falskaar alongside the walking Tesla Coil otherwise known as Marcurio. So far, I've been very impressed by it; the world is large, if a little sparsely populated (there are far fewer caves and ruins and so forth to explore than in Skyrim) and while it uses standard Skyrim assets, meaning Falskaar is a far less exotic locale compared to what you get in Dragonborn or Moonpath to Elsewyr, but it's a cool mod in any case and very impressive for the efforts of just one modder. The most interesting thing is that every single enemy you come across has, so far, been levelled alongside Theudebald; I'm still somewhat torn on it, as it means fights are much tougher and exhilerating but it kind of makes all of the levelling and smithing and so forth that I've been doing feel a little pointless when I'm still being given a tough time by roadside vagabonds. Plus I'm going through my potion stocks like there's no tomorrow.

The highlight of it has been, so far, Watervine Chasm, an absolutely huge dungeon that starts off as a bandit cave, goes to a Draugr barrow and then (it's implied) goes to a Dwemer ruin. I've only got partway, due to the fact that I can't get past a fight with a Deathlord and his bodyguard of about twenty Draugr Wights, even with extensive use of a very large flame floor that's part of the fight. That was one of the turnoffs to the levelling system; I can handle a Deathlord with some effort, and could probably deal with all of those Wights, but a Deathlord guarded by a whole damn platoon of Wights is just too much.

So far, I've decided to retreat from Falskaar and return when Theudebald's a higher level and better prepared to take it on; it's a cool mod, but I'm not wild about how everything levels with you, or how little loot you get in return for your efforts. I guess it can be called Skyrim's hardcore New Game+ area, so I'm waiting until I'm ready to play a New Game+ effort.

[Acadian]

Grits, what a delightful little story, complete with fabulous pictures. No one does Saturalia better than Abiene. I still fondly remember when you introduced her to us three years ago during Saturalia season down in the Leyawiin area. Thanks to KC, I have studied up on Sam's 'quest' so was able to follow along. That cape that Abiene made for Lil is indeed beautiful and so matches her Triss outfit.

[SubRosa]

I see Abiene is sporting her Amulet of Mara. How many proposals of marriage did she receive? (that is often the biggest reason my characters never wear that one).

“Olfrid will never miss it.”
A name I'm sure you know well! I love that they stole borrowed his tree!

And Sam has the Jarl's brother's staff! I would rather not win that either!

[Grits]

The Saturalia (LOL) trees are kind of funny. I think they’re just stuck there without any navmesh adjustments, because in Whiterun we kept losing people only to find them via their dialog prompt standing completely hidden in a decorated tree. Ulfe spent a lot of time with her front half inside the Breezehome tree, thus the knocking over incident in Abiene’s writeup.

I was rolling when Abiene ran into “Sam” at the bar. Even though she turned him down, as we shall see she managed to get sidetracked the next morning anyway!

SubRosa, my characters don’t talk to Maramal about marriage unless they plan to get hitched. That way the Amulet of Mara is just another necklace with no surprise declarations of instant and undying devotion. Abiene wears it for the enchantment, because it’s pretty, and because she hasn’t found an Amulet of Dibella yet.

Mustard, the Tesla Coil made me grin.



From Abiene’s Skyrim Journal

26 Evening Star, outside the ancient Dwemer Ruin of Alftand, full dark

We did not achieve an early start. First I stopped to listen to some street singers as is only polite, and then while we waited for Jerric to put a final polish on his blades a young woman greeted me right by the gate.

She seemed sad. As is my habit I immediately acquainted myself with her business, resulting in a promise to personally carry a letter to her love who is stationed somewhere in The Pale.

I am reasonably sure that The Pale is in Skyrim, probably to the north of our present position. And we’re heading north to disentangle Valdi from whatever she has gotten herself into this time. So I’m sure no one will mind if we make a side trip once we gather Valdi into our fold. I mean, how many encampments can there be in one Hold? I am certain that we will find him. Perhaps he is staying somewhere warm.

I shall wait until later to bring up the subject, however. Perhaps when everyone has a full belly and sleepy eyes.

Anyway it took us so long to emerge from the city gate that we found Flash had come up from the stable in search of us. Flash is getting on in years, but he still follows Jerric around like a dog. He does not even require a lead. And he has the good sense to rapidly remove himself from conflicts, which is likely along with Jerric’s tender care the foundation of his longevity.

Dear Ulfe could learn a lot from Flash. She tends to follow directly behind me. The others take it as a sign of her protective nature. However as I use Wards and healing spells when scuffles occur Ulfe has never been accidentally shot, stabbed, slashed, shocked, scorched, shield-bashed, or ice-spiked by my hands. I interpret her close company as a sign that she is wary. However she will jump into the fray. I would rather she scamper off after our pack horse to return when the conflicts have been resolved.

With the road’s dangers thus in the front of my mind I took the opportunity to bring Flash up to his finest condition before we started out.

The sky remained clear all the way to the Loreius Farm. There we discovered two things. One, The Pale is indeed directly in our path! Also we met a man who was in need of assistance with a wagon wheel. Sorting out his troubles was a simple matter. Surely such a good deed as helping a simple jester and his mother will be returned to Farmer Loreius many times over. Though I confess I was taken aback at the little man’s spontaneous dance of appreciation.

Jerric had determined to take us to Winterhold directly through Wayward Pass, so we made only the briefest of comfort stops at the Nightgate Inn before continuing north. The sky remained clear, but the wind was fierce. I was the first to don my fur hood. The others followed suit, save Jerric. I dare say he would describe windburn as Kyne’s kisses upon our cheeks and noses. A Nord might proudly bear such a token of Her affection, but a healer keeps her skin smooth if only as evidence of her prowess.

A healer also keeps her friends’ skin smooth. Lildereth and I shared many a secret handclasp on the way through that twice-darned pass so that I might also ease her discomfort. Thankfully our furs and enchantments kept us from real danger.

Upon cresting the ridge the Sea of Ghosts lay before us, crystal blue and glorious under the westering sun. Once I managed to brush the frozen tears from my lashes, I noticed a closer and surprisingly familiar sight. Ria and Vilkas of the Companions had just slain a snowy sabre cat a short distance away on the ice fields! We spoke for a moment, at least long enough for me to visually determine that neither of them had received injury. Though the hour was late enough to suggest sharing a camp, the two Companions made their way back through the pass and one assumes on about their business.

Upon rejoining our group I found Darnand and Jerric engaged in a tense exchange of glares. We stood at the edge of a partially buried Dwemer ruin. I could see the debris of more recent camps surrounding what could only be an entrance ramp. Lildereth looked ready to run up into the rocks. I know it was not she who had suggested a quick peek into an obvious death trap.

I pulled my furs tight against the wind and spoke up.

“This looks like a lovely place to stop for the night. I see cut lumber from those collapsed cabins we can use for our tent supports, and I shall roll a few of those chopping blocks over here to use as seats. Come, let’s get started. I shall feel safer if we have a fire going before it gets dark.”

And so we made camp and also managed to avoid death by ghost, automaton, trap, or any mundane disaster inside the Dwemer ruin of Alftand.

Oh, I should note that I questioned Darnand as he annotated his map. We have passed quite out of The Pale and are now in the central portion of Winterhold.

~~~
Acadian, the inside joke in today’s adventure is that the harmless jester is this guy, and here is the page about his dear old mother.

[Acadian]

Once again, I really enjoyed the Satrualia lights strung around town. They look so festive in the snow.

On the frozen road! It warmed my heart as Abiene explained the wonderful care that Jerric has lavished upon Flash. A man who loves horses is a keeper, Abiene.

And the guys have no idea how Abiene and Lil keep their skin so nice and soft in that climate.

Thanks again to KC’s vids, I recall that Cicero fellow with the wagon wheel crisis.

Ahhh, a warm campfire. And I see Flash is warming his backsides. . . . At least I hope that’s what he’s doing.

[Grits]

I'm glad you're enjoying them! We plan to hit all of the major cities, but who knows how far we'll go. Abiene wants to spent Old Life Festival in Solitude. We'll see.


From Abiene’s Skyrim Journal

27 Evening Star, the College of Winterhold, ten bells of the evening watch

Valdi is once again within our loving circle. Though I would not expect her to describe us in that manner, given her present mood.

We greeted the dawn on the glaciers within sight of Azura’s famous statue. Darnand informed us of its origin, and we were narrowly spared the climb to view up its skirt as his discourse took an alarming turn from iconography toward engineering.

A second close call with adventure occurred when we girls sought a moment of privacy behind some odd tent-thing and most certainly discovered Darnand’s Sightless Pit. Lildereth and I quickly agree that we would mention our discovery at some later date, preferably snug indoors and nowhere near the pit itself. Darnand travels to Winterhold with some frequency, and I am certain that both he and Jerric will leap into that reeking crevice at their earliest convenience. Thank Stendarr it was not today.

We turned onto the road as a light snow began to fall. The College of Winterhold is a stirring sight to behold. Even as one marvels at its austere beauty, the thought of all those thousands lost in the city’s collapse chills the soul. I examined Jerric’s face for signs of melancholy. He gave me a saucy wink. I’m sure the prospect of delivering justice to whoever has caused Valdi distress has lifted his spirits. It is my speculation that Valdi is not innocent in the matter. Time will tell.

The Frozen Hearth does not look any more welcoming than it sounds, but the proprietors embody the best of Nordic hospitality. I was more than ready to quit the grim streets of ruined Winterhold for the warmth that awaited inside. While Jerric put Flash at ease I bolted for the tavern door.

Inside I met with a daunting sight.

Young Valdi is six feet of Nordic womanhood in all of its strength and accompanying attitude. Plus, teenager. Even though she had somehow lost her armor, she still had me at a psychological disadvantage. I decided to reserve my questioning for later. Thankfully she retained ownership of her Ma’s axe. I should not like to see the discussion that would have resulted if Jerric found her unarmed.

As it was there was quite an uproar as Valdi and Jerric debated whether to win back her gear with a dice game, fight the entire Hold for it, or stage a drinking contest. Meanwhile Darnand quietly paid off the bartender.

Once Valdi got dressed I took a moment to sit her down and ascertain that she had not picked up any diseases and had indeed been using adequate birth control. It’s true what my mother once said. With a lad you only have one wayward member to worry about. With a lass you worry about all of them.

Valdi lead the way out the door, of course refusing to put on her fur cloak despite the weather. As we left the inn I heard Lildereth say to Jerric, “Are you sure she’s not your real daughter?”

Jerric shrugged. “Couldn’t say. Remember, her ma didn’t have a head when we met her.”

We made our way up to the College, marveling at the magical lights on display. Valdi stayed with us though she has no collegiate affiliation. She is a pupil of mine in the school of Restoration. I’m certain she would have liked to knock some mages’ hoods off with a demonstration of her Sun spells, but her presence in our party was not questioned.

Nor was Flash’s presence among us. To my shock he followed us over that terrifying bridge and all the way into the courtyard! There Jerric suddenly must have remembered a book he had borrowed, for he produced one on the spot and began to read it standing there in the snow. How I adore him.

Tonight we sleep on silken sheets and feather pillows in the Hall of Countenance, each of us given their own chamber. Of course Jerric fell asleep with Ulfe on Darnand’s bed while telling stories, Lildereth is curled up on my pillows, and Valdi is stalking the corridor no doubt intending to slip over to the student’s hall and get better acquainted.

At least that’s what I’d do. That young Nord looks like he has a solid frame under his robe, and what I know about J’zargo should not be trusted to these pages. I hope she has a wonderful evening.

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Valdi is absolutely gorgeous!!!!

[SubRosa]

So nice to see Valdi again, with Ma's axe no less! And no kidding about worrying about all those members!

[Acadian]

Yup, very nice to see Valdi again! I'm glad she safely made the trip north after losing her family.

'I heard Lildereth say to Jerric, “Are you sure she’s not your real daughter?” - -

I'm glad to see Jerric and Flash both agree that courtyards are perfect for horses.

Ahhh, silk sheets and feather pillows. . .

[Grits]

Thanks, folks! Valdi is a handful. She's another character who rather than exiting at her cue simply made a permanent place for herself in what was supposed to be Jerric's story.

While Jerric and friends spent an extra day in the Arcanaeum and the Midden, I let my conjurer Nephiah Sarys out to play.

This pretty much is what she does. Summoned bow and sneak with a side of zombie. She stripped this guy bare and had him follow along fighting for them until he turned to ash. Do not mess with Neph. She particularly dislikes being attacked by her fellow conjurers.

It was a nice, sunny walk to Falkreath, but once there it started raining cats. Seriously, I thought we were done with critters falling from the sky!

They took shelter in Dead Man’s Drink, and then I gave Neph her Saturalia present: Teldryn Unmasked. (I also gave him the light step perk while I was changing his default outfit, because Teldryn is far too awesome to ever step on a Nord’s pressure plate.)

Neph and Teldryn live in an Abandoned Mine (mod) in Riverwood. It’s quite nice. Teldryn’s remarks have steered Neph’s course since she first scraped up the coins to hire him. Did I mention that she started as a refugee in Raven Rock? Teldryn likes Riverwood. And so they stayed.

[SubRosa]

That bound bow is pretty spectacular at low levels. Overpoweringly so. It has the same stats as a Daedric Bow with Daedric Arrows. At low levels it is an uber weapon. Though once you start getting up there the lack of an enchantment starts to tell.

So the guy behind her in the chitin armor is a zombie? I thought it might be the mercenary you can hire in Raven Rock.

Maybe the cat's parachute did open?

I would put the mask back on that guy...

[Grits]

The guy behind her in chitin is Teldryn the merc from Raven Rock, very much alive. The dead guy on the table became the zombie after Neph stole his robe. I just liked how it looked like he was grabbing the spectral arrow in his chest as he fell.

It has been so fun since Nephiah finally got that Bound Bow. She doesn’t even carry a regular bow anymore. She used an Elven one she picked up off a dead Redoran guard for ages. Still, it was a long time before she could kill anything but an ash hopper with it.

Neph probably had the hardest time starting out of any of my characters until she got off of Solstheim. She started off with an iron sword and no armor at all! Plus even though she was very cautious gathering alchemy ingredients within sight of the Bulwark, every time she went to sleep she woke up who knows where and running for her life! I can’t believe she ever made it back to Raven Rock.

Teldryn is definitely one of my favorite NPCs. I just love his voice, and I love his lumpy Dunmer face! My Dunmer guys use mostly vanilla files, since I didn’t like how the mods made them smooth.

[Renee]

Lord Haaf-Mersey is (finally) on his way to Castle Volkihar to confront Harkon. His game has 385 hours on it, and he's Level 46. Travelling with Serana (he can't ditch her actually) and a lot of the Dawnguard has already made their way to the castle. Haaf-Mersey is stopping by his home to gather up his very best weapons and armor before the final fight.

I think after Haaf-Mersey is done the Dawnguard questline (assuming he lives) I'm going to simply retire him. Then it'll be time for my first PC character in Skyrim, although I'm thinking of starting with Oblivion first.

Neph probably had the hardest time starting out of any of my characters until she got off of Solstheim. She started off with an iron sword and no armor at all!

Mercy!

[Colonel Mustard]

The Bound Sword was very nasty as well, I remember using that with my Spellsword character to great effect for quite a few levels.

I think after Haaf-Mersey is done the Dawnguard questline (assuming he lives) I'm going to simply retire him.

But...but I love that guy!


In other news, my 'today in Skyrim' report covers several days, so I'll just give a brief summary of what Theudebald did:

• Popped into the College of Winterhold in order to get information on an Elder Scroll. Along the way, he also got the final two fragments of the Gauldur Amulet and now sports his very swish and very powerful +30 to all stats.
• Completed fixing up the White Phial and now has a (slowly) respawning supply of health potions
• Saw this charming feller in the distance (courtesy of the Here There Be Monsters mod) and promptly backed away because holy crap did you see that thing?!
• Delved into the absolutely awesome Blackreach dungeon in order to grab an Elder Scrolls, and while there finally grabbed all the parts needed to create and assemble the Hyperion Master Exoskeleton. Look at that thing! Look at it! Aren't you jelly? You jelly.
• Learned the Dragonrend shout
• Engaged Alduin in EPIC BATTLE atop the Throat of the World

Right now, Theudebald is on his way to Dragonreach to try and persuade Jarl Baalgruf to help him trap a dragon. Not sure why he can't just ride Paarthurnax to get to Alduin's eyre, but there we go.

[Renee]

But...but I love that guy!

Aww shucks. I love him too but to be honest I've become a bit disconnected from him. He's a super-hero doing many super things, but part of me can't wait to move on to PC & mods. :drool:

Along the way, he also got the final two fragments of the Gauldur Amulet and now sports his very swish and very powerful +30 to all stats.

Whoa! Wonder where that item shows up.

[*]Delved into the absolutely awesome Blackreach dungeon

I went to UESP just now to re-familiarize myself with this dungeon, check out this bit of info:

Blackreach is an immense, naturally lit cavern inhabited by hordes of Falmer and containing the ruins of a Dwemer city. It is approximately four square miles in size.

Dang I didn't know the place is that big!

This post has been edited by Renee Gade IV: Dec 29 2013, 10:14 PM

[Grits]

Good hunting to Lord Haaf-Mersey and the Dawnguard! It sounds like he has really earned his retirement. Maybe he can find Mjoll the Mouth her own retirement home.

[*]Saw this charming feller in the distance (courtesy of the Here There Be Monsters mod) and promptly backed away because holy crap did you see that thing?!

OHMYGOSHWHATISIT?! That looks awesome. Sea giants! Woo!



From Abiene’s Skyrim Journal

29 Evening Star, Dawnstar, the hour is too late to contemplate

Oh, I am weary. And it is entirely my fault.

At first Jerric determined for us to reach Dawnstar by following a route along the edge of the Sea of Ghosts. Lildereth did not seem alarmed by the prospect, so I kept my reservations to myself. After all we have Flash carrying our packs, and Jerric would never willingly endanger his horse.

However within the first moments of walking in the wilderness we met a gruesome but sadly not unusual sight. The poor man had not been dead long, but there was no sign of whatever might have killed him. We placed him in the rocks with as much ceremony as we could manage.

Then Jerric brushed his palms together and announced, “We’re taking the road.”

Snow, snow, and more snow. I kept my head down and trudged forward, keeping an eye out for an opportune moment when Darnand would either stop to pick plant material or produce his map.

It didn’t happen until we reached the junction outside Dawnstar. We paused for Darnand’s customary crossroads map check, and I confessed that I carried a message that must be delivered to a lovelorn soldier stationed very near us in The Pale.

Jerric looked as cross as I’ve ever seen him. He pointed one finger at the rooftops of Dawnstar just visible through the snow and stated, “Very near.” Then he made a large gesture with both arms possibly indicating all of creation and said, “The Pale.”

I took that to mean it would not be easy to find the soldier.

But find him we did, and of course I agreed to carry a reply back to his love in Whiterun. By then Jerric had killed three bandits, a would-be thief, and a frost troll, so he was in much better spirits.

We made it back to Dawnstar before dark, though once inside the Windpeak Inn I began to long for our solitary Winterhold camp out on the ice. The Windpeak boasts the best bard in Dawnstar. I will provide full disclosure and declare that she is the only bard in Dawnstar. She can certainly make herself heard over the noise of the crowd.

I have consumed a reckless amount of Snowberry Brandy, and I can still hear her. Even over Ulfe’s dream-yelping and Jerric’s snores. It does not help matters that this inn lacks interior doors. Dibella preserve me. Perhaps I will pass out soon.

[Acadian]

Poor Abiene! Well, at least she got that letter delivered.

Loved how Jerric cheered up after some bandit bashin’. Like Buffy, I guess he gets cranky if he doesn’t get to use his weaponry for its intended purpose.

A buxom bard with a boisterous voice conspiring with too much brandy make for a cranky Abiene it seems. I imagine Lil joins her in thinking that camping by a fire with some furs under the quiet stars would be better.