Journal of a Follower
1st of Frostfall
201 4E
I have been traveling with a mysterious warrior who the guards call Dragonborn for several days now. I am not sure what that means or what it foretells but it suspect it will be worth something. We are, at the moment, travelling to Whiterun, for gods know what. I think it has something to do with warning the Jarl about a dragon. A dragon! Who'd would've thought right? My friend told me that he saw one once but doesn't like to talk about it. The most I got out of him was that he escaped Helgen because of one of those damned beasts. I honestly really don't care to know the rest. The past is the past and let's be done with it. I too have a past, that I'm not necessarily proud of, let's just say that for now, it involves a bad skooma and moon sugar deal back in Cyrodill and that I'm prohibited to step foot in its borders, but that is a story for another time.
The road makes this one weary, I can generically say. It does this to all who walk the roads of Skyrim on a daily basis, it's even more wearisome when you walk the same damn stretch of it. Back and forth, over and over. The worst part of is, is Dro'marash, who won't stop his idiotic nonsense of myth and legend. He says that my Moon Amulet is cursed by Boethiah. Fuck that. If it were cursed, I would've been dead by now and he would've learned how to shut up. Since neither of those have happened it's not cursed, but part of me wished it was. Don't get me wrong, I love living, breathing is a past time, but when it comes to Dro'marash, I want him to die. The reason goes beyond the constant talking, it's the constant singing, drunken stupidity that always gets the caravan in trouble with the Nords. My theory is that he's the fucking reason the Nords hate us so much. He's always stopping into pubs, having his fill and walking out with some woman as if she's the jewel of his life, only to come back the next morning with no woman, no pride, and absolutely no sense of direction. It's times like these that make me wish I were an Argonian, at least they can go into the cities, except for Windhelm, but that's always been a racist shithole anyway. If I were an Argonian, I'd beat the shit out of Dro'marash, and then, if possible, quickly change back, and act as if nothing happened.
I have a secret to tell you, and you if tell the Dragonborn, I'm going to kill you. I'm in love, with Zaynabi. Yes, I know it's cliché and cheesy, but it's true. The problem is, is that she's a fence for the Thieves Guild, not that I wouldn't mind it, but I have a bit of disdain for them, for a good reason, and no I don't hate thieves, I used to be one after all, some there's at least sympathy. The reason I hate the Thieves Guild is because of that damned Nocturnal. She's a backstabbing murderous bitch. She's like the Night Mother's less crazy twin. Little less crazy, all the rage, bloodthirsty, egoistical worship. Not all Guild members are associated with her, it's just well, the leader of the whole thing, Byrnjolf, although technically not considered but technically considered, is, which can be sort of a problem when your love interest is constantly around him. Personally, I really hope that she comes to her senses, I no saint, but I'm better than those lying bastards, at least I steal things that are expected, like food and gold. But these crazies steal everything. Literally everything. Every time I see one of them they always look at me as if I betrayed them or something. In a strange way I did. It was back in Cyrodill, a long time ago, but that is also, for another time.
If I were to join anything, I would join the Dark Brotherhood, mainly because nobody gives a fuck what you do as long as you do it. I know what you're thinking. I bet in those little numb brains of yours, who can't stop staring at a screen long enough to go to the fucking bathroom are thinking to yourselves, but it's the same principle as The Thieves Guild. Um...no, it's not. The difference is, is that the Dark Brotherhood doesn't kill innocent people, at is, doesn't kill people that are innocent to them. Which I know is basically everybody but what I'm saying is, if there isn't a contract for you, you're pretty much safe, also the best part is, they're kind of like mercenaries. Anyone can get them to kill anybody. I know it sounds like I'm glorifying one and denouncing the other, but seriously, the Dark Brotherhood is a better for me. There's a reason why I say 'if you ever need a Khajiit warrior by your side I'd be honored to travel with you.' It's because I can fucking kill people.
Kharjo stopped writing, he was interrupted by the Dragonborn. "Oh Kharjo, there's something I got to tell you." He said. "Yes?" Kharjo asked, closing his journal for a moment. "I'm part of the Thieves Guild," he paused, "and I'm a Nightingale." Kharjo rolled his eyes and opened his journal again.
What did I get myself into?
Kharjo looked up from his writing and tapped the Dragonborn on the shoulder, "I need you to do something." Kharjo asked. The Dragonborn stopped and turn, the rest of the caravan pushed onwards. "What is it?" The Dragonborn asked. "Dismiss me." Kharjo said. The Dragonborn laughed, "You're pretty funny." He said and walked on. Kharjo hung his head in defeat, sighed long as if annoyed, and scribbled.
Fuck!
"You coming?" The Dragonborn asked, as he caught up to the caravan. Kharjo nodded, and muttered, "You are taking us somewhere warm I trust?" He paused and looked at the reader. "If you have any sympathy at all, you would save me from this asshole. I know it's been like what, 1,041 words, 1,043 words since you started and I know that there's no plot or story yet, but if you love me, if you have any sympathy at all for me right now. Save my ass." He pulled out his journal again.
Anyway, moving on.