More musing of Vertandi
Don't think I can stay in Falkreth anymore now. Said goodbye at Da's grave. I only hope he heard me in Sovngarde, that way our last words were no longer the angry shouting when I left. Ma left, sold everything to get a ride to Solitude to become a Priestess of the Divines. Maybe it's the will of them, I found a drum with the marking of the Bards Collage in Solitude earlier. Besides, there are some wierd things around here. And far too many vampires, though three less nests now. Naturally, other then the Master Vampire, all of them were young and attractive women. Men.
Encountered a depressing sight while on my way north, did some looking around before I found the cave that the raiders probably came from. There was another camp outside it, a journal left suggested it was a wanderer like myself, he hadn't been back from the cave in two days, and left in the night suddenly. Not a good sign.
By the Nine! At first, I thought it was some bandits, maybe even some necromancers or a vampires, but it wasn't. Horrible, eyeless little goblins infected the cave, their remains can rot with their victims, or what's left of them.
Helped out a woman in Dragon Bridge expose her husband's lies about his over indulgence in drink, we were just finishing up when a shadow flashed overhead. A very large shadow. Glad the Imperial soldiers there were trained enough, I don't want to guess what that thing would've done with out them.
Made it to Solitude, nice enough place, public executions aside. Found Ma in the Temple, spent an hour catching up before her duties took her away. Went to the Bards and gave the drum back to, get this, the dean of history. Turned out that bit of wood and hide was some sort of relic he had been after. They even offered me a place in the Collage. Sort of. Returning one priceless relic wasn't enough it seems. I have to get another one even older.
Ma must have said something to a thane, I was asked to attend court and Falk Firebeard, the steward whose beard was markedly without flame. He asked me to investigate some problem in Wolfskull Cave. Why not, might as well make myself known to yet another Jarl.
I think I could be forgiving for my moment of blasphemy when I found what was going on. I know things are messed up, but I just can't see how anyone would thing resurrecting a 500 year gone, insane necromancer queen would improve things. At least that's done with.
Getting the verse from a crypt wasn't fun either, but at least this time it was just Druger and not necromancers and or vampires. I'm really getting annoyed with those two groups.
With a tad bit of creative interpretations, the headmaster of the Collage got his festival re-instated and I got a position... as an official retrieval specialist, this time for a flute. Whatever. At least Ma was at the festival. I've more important things to worry about. Turns out my little job for Falk wasn't quite over after all. The insane, necromancer queen was loose in Solitude, still dead though, not that it seemed to slow her down much. The dead b-...witch broke into the Temple, she threatened Ma. It just got personal.
Finding her was not hard, she kept yammering away the whole way down. Had a few bumps along the way, but I found her looking much the same as last time. Surprise, surprise, she sent a bunch of dead bodies after me. Flamable dead bodies.
Decided not to tell the stuffy priest of Arkay about the couple of kicks I gave the woman's skull before I gave it to him for cleansing, or whatever it is he needs to do to put the witch down for good.