The Elder Scrolls V, Skyrim
Presented by: A. Lawson
Bethesda game studios
The first sounds that I recognized were the turning of wagon wheels and the grunt of horses. I lifted my head as my vision began to adjust, I was in the back of a wagon.
I yawned and stretched my arms above me. "You there, Driver, Where are we?"
"Skyrim, My lady" The man at the reigns called out. The carriage was following a small trail through the forest. Tall pine trees blocked out the sun above us, and a thick blanket of snow covered the ground and engulfed the forest air with a white fog.
"Ah, I made it to Skyrim at last" After what seemed like an era of travel I had finally come to the land I so often wished to see. I nestled myself against a bale of hay, and leaned back to watch the tops of the snow covered trees.
I still remember the astonishment of receiving Vasha's first letter. Over the years they had come from strange, far places, arriving with random infrequency, usually battered and stained. Each was scribbled in Vasha's visibly-hasty hand, but the pirate never signed them, save with a flourished scrawl that crudely represented a small bird in flight. Once he had sent me a peculiar curved knife, richly inlaid in delicate gold wire.
Another time he sent an Altmeri necklace, absurdly ponderous with silver beads and blue and red stones. Yet another letter had taken over a year to reach Elsweyr from some coastal city in Morrowind. I had never been sure how much of Vasha's tales were truth and how much was the lavish exaggeration of a pirate's fertile imagination. However, each missive brought the textures and colors of lands I dreamed of seeing.