Oh my. Your continued concern for my decrepit avatar and his companions humbles me. It is much appreciated. In honor of recent comments I shall, against my better judgment (to the extent I have a better judgment), pen a more descriptive accounting of his most recent adventures than is my norm. It need not be said that this sort of narrative is not my forte. (My father was an excellent story teller and a fine writer on those far too rare occasions when the muse possessed him, traits I alas did not inherit.)
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What can one say about the gang's ride from Bravil to Imperial Bridge Inn? It was, for the most part, a fairly routine, mundane affair. North on the Green to Fort Akatosh turnoff. Across the Niben at Akatosh Bridge. Skirt the Fort itself. Continue east to the Yellow. Yada yada yada, so on and so forth. They battled a few nefarious beasts en route. None posed a serious challenge. (Criminal Scum, were any present, wisely kept out of sight.) Weather, overcast early on, soon cleared but never quite achieved the radiant brilliance which makes road travel so pleasurable. Nor is roadside scenery along that stretch of Yellow particularly impressive compared to, say, that seen along almost the entirety of the Silver as it ascends between Sercen and Bruma. Be that as it may, they reached their destination, collected taxes-due and, without pausing to refresh themselves, began their return to Weye.
Riding north and west on the Yellow oft seems more enjoyable than the journey south. Why this is so I can not say. Scenery is, after all, unchanged, as was, in this particular instance, the weather. But enjoy themselves they did. (Not that they didn't enjoy themselves earlier. We're talking degrees of enjoyment here, not lack thereof.) All was smooth sailing until Corbolo River Bridge. Nearing it my avatar spied a corpse on the road just beyond the span. Close inspection showed it to be that of a wandering wizard. No trace of his killer was seen until my avatar noticed bright green plate some distance west along the river bank. Not being on official Legion duty, my avatar might well have given an outlaw so far off the beaten path a free pass. But murder an innocent? He can't ignore that. Tethering their mounts and Groucho, the crew made their way to the miscreant who, need it be said?, stood no chance against them.
The ride betwixt there and the Imperial Isle was largely uneventful. They endured a number of hostile confrontations, again bestial rather than humanoid, only one of them worth mentioning. Still on the Yellow, not far northwest of the Fort Akatosh turnoff, they encountered a boar slowly ambling across the road. As they approached the creature it feigned indifference. Only as they pulled abreast of the beast did it change course and barrel toward them, aimed straight for Arrowspeed. My avatar somehow had the quickness of mind to immediately dismount, draw blade, and land three solid hits on the foe, dropping it in its tracks ere it reached its target.
They crossed the east-side bridge onto the Isle late afternoon, skirting the Imperial City along Perimeter Road as the sun set. My avatar decided to break for a casual supper at the tavern just off Perimeter Road not far from Talos Bridge rather than sit through a lengthy formal meal at a crowded inn later on. No fancy imported booze at this tavern, thank you. He settled for an inexpensive yet flavorful Skingrad wine, along with bread, cheese, mutton and an onion with which he concocted a sandwich. He polished it off with a sweetroll, the only dessert on that night's menu.
(I remind you that, when partaking at Tamriel's numerous dining establishments, my avatar always orders off the menu, feeling it discourteous to do otherwise. The sole exception; when an eatery is out of some important food group, as when Silverhome offered no drink at breakfast during their recent Bravil stay.)
Hunger satisfied they crossed Talos Bridge in darkness, their way lit by torchlight and occasional firepots spaced at intervals along the span. Beasts tethered at the Weye stables, they at long last entered home. This might have ended their day. It was, after all, around 2030, a mere hour and a half before my avatar's preferred bedtime. But, during the ride home Vil expressed interest in going for a swim. With the night as pleasant as it was, could my avatar refuse? Apparently not.
Indoors only long enough to change into civilian clothing they trudged to Lake Rumare's beach, stripped to swimming attire, and plunged in. Creature of habit that my avatar is, their swim followed its normal course out past Verona Village and back again. Home for good circa 2230 my avatar bid his ward goodnight and went straight to bed.
He woke at about his customary time (0600) next morning, donned robe, hood and sturdy leather boots, breakfasted alone on his private third floor balcony, stuck his head in Vil's bedroom just long enough to light its fireplace, and walked to the Imperial City to gather assignments and turn in collected taxes-due. This is all standard operating procedure and thus not worth elaborating, up until he requested a new tax assignment.
He was tasked to gather tax from Roxey Inn.
Under normal circumstances he would have continued gathering assignments, returned to Weye, collected the gang, and headed out on patrol. Thing is, his upcoming patrol would be to Anvil. That being the case, it made sense to complete the Roxey run before committing to patrol. That's how he did it. Still clad in robes and leather boots he left White-Gold Tower, exited the City at Market District, changed into armor in the north-side bridge guard tower, and crossed Lake Rumare. Almost immediately after crossing he spotted a Minotaur Lord. He thought to bring it down by archery. Only, he miscalculated distance. The beast was closer than it seemed. My avatar got in one solid hit. The Minotaur quickly recovered and charged. My avatar got off but one further shot, which hit home but did little damage, before the foe was upon him. He took a bit of a trouncing ere he managed to lock sword and shield in place and finish off the brute. Several self-heals later he resumed his walk to Roxey.
Approaching Red Ring Road scant seconds later, he noticed an orc outlaw barreling toward him along the Silver. Bringing sword and shield to the ready he marched toward his adversary. As is his custom with humanoid foes he allowed the orc first strike, easily deflected by shield. My avatar replied in kind, getting off two swings in rapid succession, both of which found their target. Several like exchanges followed. At this point my avatar heard the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps to his right (Sercen). Shield up he pivoted toward the sound, to block a claymore stroke from a second orc. There followed what I, as a not quite unbiased observer, consider a masterful display of swordsmanship as my avatar managed to block or out maneuver every incoming attack while connecting almost all his own. Before long one orc dropped to the ground, followed soon thereafter by the other. Neither rose. My avatar gathered their two claymores and resumed his trek to Roxey, which was reached without further incident.
Tax collected, he retraced his steps to White-Gold Census Office, turned in gathered tax, and was given a new assignment, this time for Brina Cross Inn, a perfect match for his upcoming Anvil patrol.
He then walked next door, grabbed the Anvil assignment, left the Tower, solicited Merchants Guild delivery in Talos District, exited the City, crossed Lake Rumare via Talos Bridge, entered the manor, joined Vilja for an informal lunch in the manor dining hall, had her change into travel gear, roused Golfgang and, when last seen, was about to depart home for their ride to the Gold Coast.
Due to the late start they will almost certainly spend the night at Skingrad's Fighters Guild hall. If not there, they'll likely camp at roadside west of the city.
(Note to self. While in Skingrad they need to have Tamika remind them where her current wine consignment is to be delivered.)
Even though her game is modless, I usually find myself getting sort of addicted to her game, and next thing you know a couple hours have gone by! 
I have no idea why this is, and it's not a huge deal, but I wonder why it does this? 
