Hello this here is the journal of Jonathan Redguard adventurer extraordinaire. It also happens to be my first story ever. i wrote this as a way to try and ease my girlfriend into gaming. i figured shed like the story and try to try it for herself. hence the many explanations for things in the story. she kinda encouraged me to post it here and here it is now for all of you too enjoy. forgive any spelling mistakes i make and i hope you enjoy. if you feel like it leave a review.

The journal of Jonathan

Entry 1

Ok I've screwed up. At the moment I am freezing my ass off in these accursed mountains in nothing but a not thick enough cloak, leather pants, and a simple red long-sleeved tunic. Why on earth did I ever ever ever think it was a good idea to cross the Jarl Mountains! If you could hear me whoever you are then you'd hear some deep sighing right about now. Anyway I realize I'm most likely getting ahead of myself and you're lost so let's cut back to the beginning of this strange tale that ends up with me currently freezing in the mountains.

First of all my name is Jonathan if you couldn't tell from the cover of the journal which is mine by the way. I'm a Redguard with a medium brown complexion and black hair that's put in shoulder length dreads, although I do tie them back on occasion. I've got a decent build and rather dashing scar under my left eye which I got in a wolf attack at age 14. (Word of advice DO NOT walk around the woods with hot meat...I was not a smart kid.) Anyway! The reason for me writing all this down is in case you find this and a shriveled up frozen corpse you'll know that said corpse was once a pretty cool guy.

So then now that you know what I look like and can safely identify my remains let's get on to my reason for being here. Sheer stupidity! Let me explain. I'm from the Redguard province of Hammerfell. I lived with my mother and a younger brother. My Dad died during the War with the High Elves when I was young, but thankfully he left me his love of the forge before he died. Yes that's right you're reading the journal of a master blacksmith! Ok apprentice, but I can make some pretty kick ass swords….well I can make a sword. So anyway I'm getting sidetracked this colds getting to me. Umm what I wanted to say is why I'm here. Basically when I turned 21 which I think was close to a year ago I decided that I wanted to travel and see more of the world then my little village. So I kissed my mother goodbye, packed up some supplies and set out for adventure. Only problem was adventure cost money and I had none. So I was limited to walking places, no fancy horses, or caravans, or ships for me. Nope I got foot power. So I traveled were I could, finding adventure and excitement along the way. The first place I went to was high rock and saw how the Bretons ran their country. It was a strange place and full of many interesting people. There was this one red headed mage in training who caught my attention but sadly I fear I may not get to see her again now. High rock only increased my taste for adventure. I thought I was so cool after fighting a few bandits and killing a few goblins that I figured I could take on the world! And thus I came to the wonderful decision to go back to Hammerfell and walk across the Jarl Mountains so I could cross into Cyrodil the home of the imperials and the capital of the empire. It was actually pretty easy at first but after a week it wasn't much fun anymore and after two I wanted to turn and go home but I just couldn't. I wanted to see the Imperial city. Heck I wanted to look at the white gold tower in the center. Maybe visit the shops and the different cities and look at the different smithing techniques if I found the time. I've always heard that Cyrodil is the place to be for a wanderer so I knew I had to be there. And now in freezing in the mountains with no map…brilliance at its finest.

So that dear journal reader person whoever you are is how I got here. The snow has lessened a bit sense yesterday so hopefully I'm close to the end of this stupid trip. Once I get into Cyrodil things will be easy and I'll buy a fucking boat to take me home. But as of now I'm still cold and getting sleepy. Thanks for reading the journal whoever you are. Hopefully you can turn the page to find that I'm happy and warm and in a bed with 6 girls….or that red head…that be nice too. Well I think that's enough writing for today. I expect if I survive this mountain my entries will probably get longer you know kick ass adventures and all that giving me more to write. But I think that's enough for today I need to catch some sleep.