18 Last Seed, 4E 201
So today started off like every other day. I woke up at the inn after having between two and ten bottles of Nord Mead last night, nothing out of the ordinary. I bought some ale to wake me up and get me back on my feet. A local man came up and patted me on the back, saying last night he had a real nice time. I didn't look too far into that comment, for fear of what I did, but he said I was his new favorite drinking buddy, so alls well that ends well I guess. I finished my ale and decided to begin the venture to Whiterun. I could see the Barrow looming in the distance, and I did what all smart Nord's would do (well, hypothetical smart Nords) and decide to ignore it. I said smart, not brave. I walked the worn cobbled path without any trouble actually. Just a walk along the river and by the forest, kinda pleasant actually. Well it was until I heard the screeching of a giant anyway. I know better than to attack a giant with the meager equipment I have by myself, but there were a few other people attempting to fight it off. They didn't look like they needed any help. Down he fell like an oak and the people who killed him looked at me with as much hate in their eyes as possible, especially this one Nord chick. By the Nine was she nice and curvy, and her armor was a little askew and showed some of her most precious gems. She was a complete and utter nightmare though, she stood there for about five minutes telling me how weak I was. She then said something about the Companions and said that they were some sort of warrior group. I didn't really care much about being part of a fighting guild. I'm a lover not a fighter, but I asked her about it anyway, just to be polite. She said I probably couldn't join because I looked like a milk drinker (I am positive that she said that because I am a Khajiit). That's when she said it was in Jorrvaskr… The Mead Hall. I admit I stopped listening at that point and made it my mission to join this little club, even if it was full of idiotic brutes, just so I could get all that mead. I told her I wanted to join right away, but she said I had to talk to the Harbinger. I'm more than positive that he would accept me with open arms. I told them I would see them soon, and that girl with the nice jewels told me she highly doubted it. I wanted to prove her wrong right away, but I had an errand to run first. At least I thought it was just an errand.
I go to the city gates and the guard refused to let me in. He said it was because of the dragons, I KNOW it was because I'm a Khajiit, and all those damned Nords are racist. I told him he wouldn't let me in because I was a Khajiit, and I could tell that this dumb brute was confused, a Khajiit that talks like a Nord. After his initial shock, he said that wasn't the case at all. We fought for a few more minutes until I had enough and snapped and told him if he didn't let me in I would beat him to death with a broom. He reacted unkindly towards this statement.
After he attempted to subdue me in the fight, I told him that I had new about the dragons, and he reluctantly let me in. He said, and this was his words, 'I'll be watching you, cat.' I hate Nords (other than my dear mother and father and my brothers, well, except for maybe Sjorvar who put Frostbite Spider Venom in my soup once). Much of my time was wasted talking to that dense idiot, and it was about midday when I finally walked into Whiterun. The place wasn't that new to me, I had come here to run errands a few times for Pa, but I never really heard about Jorrvaskr or the Companions, well maybe I did but I just don't care to remember it. Anyway, I made my way up to the Cloud District to go speak with the Jarl. However as soon as I got there I was nearly assaulted by a Dark Elf. I swear to Talos she was going to skewer me with her sword. Before she had a chance to swing I told her I knew about the dragon. Well that caught the Jarl's attention and he stopped her before she could slice me up into pieces. I told him about the dragon, and then he, his steward, and the crazy Dark Elf ginger began arguing about politics and dragons. I hate getting in the middle of conflicts, so I just stayed quiet and watched them sort it out. Finally the Jarl remembered I existed and gave me some new armor for my trouble. It fit like a glove too, though like all the clothes I ever bought, I had to rip a hole in the back for my tail, which was difficult because it was steel armor.
After that, he asked me to go talk to his pet wizard, that he was doing some research on dragons. I wanted to tell him there was a mead hall with my name written on it, but he was the Jarl, and I guess the dragons coming back is a pretty big deal, so I decided to go talk to this Farengar fellow. He wasn't too bad of a Nord, I would have gotten along with him great if he would stop talking down to me. Anyway, he told me he was looking for this Dragonstone, a stone that has the burial sites of dragons on it (why bury a dragon though?). He wanted me to go into an ancient ruin to get this stone tablet. Oh, and better yet, the name of this ruin?
Bleak. Falls. Barrow.
It was that stupid place that that store keepers little ornament was. Well, I guess I have to get that stupid claw back for him after all, which is great of course. I told the wizard I would go there first thing in the morning, but for now I really needed to rest. So I headed right to the Inn and ordered some Honningbrew Mead and got ready to settle down. The bard is playing a nice catchy war tune, and I think that's about it for today's adventure. On my fifth Honningbrew Mead bottle and order some Venison. Tomorrow I have to go to that stupid Barrow and get two objects for people I hardly know. It's hard being such a good person.