19 Last Seed, 4E 201
Today was just… There are no words to describe it. It just went from bad to worse as the day progressed. It almost literally blew my mind. Right out of my ears.
The day began after a rousing night of drinking. I had drunk about five or eighteen Honningbrew Meads the previous night, and then they ran out so I had to drink Nord mead. It was a great night but a rough morning. I still had a half bottle of the mead in my hand. I must have fallen asleep before I could finish it. I drooled a little bit on it too, but I wasn't really picky about what I drank anyways. I left about five septims on the table for that cute Redguard girl who worked there. It was more of a pity tip then anything, because she would have to be the one to clean up the room. I bought about two ales this time, I needed a pick me up, and sat by the fire as a few warriors told their tales of adventure. A rather muscular woman told me that it was a little too early to be drinking, and I told her it wasn't too late to shave her beard. She took some offense to that.
She knocked the ale from my hand and then socked me right in the jaw. I fell off the bench and my head was spinning worse than it was before. I saw three women standing over me, must have been triplets. The middle one picked me up and slammed me against the wall. My vision became clearer and I realized there was only one of her instead of three. It would be an even fight now, and by even, I mean that I had a little trick up my sleeve. I lashed out at her, my claws digging into the side of her face. She yowled in pain and stumbled back, her foot stepping into the fire. The patrons of the inn were cheering us on, though I couldn't say if there were cheering me or her on. Anyway, I aimed for her face again and while she was reeling from the slash and the burned foot, my claws dug right into her eye. She fell to the ground and looked at me in shock that a Khajiit had bested her.
Being the good sport that I am, I helped her up and got her a cloth to clean up the blood. She asked how I learn to fight like that. I told her I was raised in Skyrim and brought up to fight and feel like a true Nord. She told me I certainly fought like one, then she gave me two hundred septums (which was great, because I spent all mine at the Inn for the room and the mead). She told me if I ever needed help with anything that I should come to her and she would aid me on my quests. I thanked her, but inside I knew that I would probably never talk to her again. So after that little bit of unwanted excitement, I left the warm inn and began the journey to Bleak Fall Barrows.
On the way, I was attacked by bandits. I don't know what they expected to get from me, I honestly don't have anything to my name, maybe some empty bottles of ale and mead but that is pretty much it. They still attacked me though, so I had no choice but to defend myself. There were only three of them so it wasn't really that difficult, but it still really tuckered me out. I rummaged through their little tower and found some Nord Mead. Noting special, but it was enough to get me moving again. After I drank it, the Barrows awaited. I could see it from the tower, and it looked really spooky for lack of better words. I ran into some more bandits, except they were a little stronger and they had higher numbers. It took longer to take them out, and I did suffer some injuries for my victory. Then came entering the Barrow itself.
Bandits. Spiders. Draugr. Oh my!
It was incredibly dark and pretty depressing. It was a crypt though so I guess it has to be. When I walked in my nose was assaulted by the stench of death and decay. There were a lot of skeever droppings and dead skeevers around though. Oh, and surprise surprise, more bandits. Seriously, why would they sleep in a crypt? I guess that they stay there because not a lot of people go into long dead crypts, but still the logic is kind of whacky. I only ran into two in the first room though, so it was okay. I found some loot and money and stuff and I thought to myself 'You know, maybe it wouldn't be half bad to do some adventuring' but then, there was the giant spider. At this point in time, I was out. The thing came charging at me like a dog and started slobbering it's disgusting venom on me. No, no no no no no. I hate spiders. I realized I hate giant venom shooting spiders more. He was a little harder to kill, but of course I bested him. That was when I noticed the bandit in the web.
He was a dark elf, and from my past experience with dark elves the previous day, my annoyance level was through the roof. He kept commanding me to cut him down. No one tells me what to do. No one. I did cut him down though, but I may have also killed him in the process. Oops.
As I was looting his corpse (he wouldn't need this stuff anymore, right?) I found a journal and the golden dragon claw. One quest completed one more to go. As it turns out, the claw is actually a key to some sort of strange puzzle door I managed to find after surviving traps and undead monsters. Yeah, I wish I was told about these monsters more specifically, but let's just say that someone is going to pay for this. That's not the point though.
When I managed to get into the chamber where the Dragonstone was supposed to be, there was something odd about it. It was kind of bare, there was a sarcophagus and a little table, a chest, but there was also this stone wall. It was so strange. I felt myself drawn to it. I could hear whispers and chanting around me as I slowly approached the monolith. It was inscribed with strange writing, I had never seen these runes before in my life. As I approached, everything started to blur, and the chanting grew louder. I reached my hand out to it, feeling a surge of power course through my veins and causing my heart to beat faster. My vision blurred completely, and the only thing I could see was the word, which seemed to glow. I felt a sudden rush of adrenaline and my mind echoed one strange word... 'Fus'. The chanting stopped and my vision came back. I couldn't even reflect on what just happened, because I heard a deep popping sound. The sarcophagus had opened. Another dragur popped out of it, but this one was different from the others I had just fought. It was stronger and had an odd power. It yelled something and I was pushed back. It reminded me about the dragon's power. It was more than weird and I think it was more than a coincidence.
It took a long time to kill the draugr but I finally did it. He had a special axe with an enchantment. I'm not much of a hand to hand combat man, but I kept it anyway, it can be useful if I ever run out of arrows or am overrun. I didn't really care; at least I beat this thing and can get out of this creepy crypt. I found a secret button and the wall opens up and I run as fast as I can.
By the time I got out, the sun had almost set. I was exhausted, I could hardly move. I was overlooking a huge lake and really wasn't sure were Riverwood was from here. Great. I took a step and it turns out the exit was on the face of a cliff. So I pretty much feel down a cliff. After all my troubles, I fall down a cliff. I swear to Talos I will never run errands or go on adventures as long as I live. I will stay in the Inns for the rest of my days.
After I feel down the cliff, I managed to find the path that lead me back to Riverwood. By the time I got there it was dark out. I couldn't make the journey back to Whiterun even if I wanted to, so I rented my old room, but I was pretty much reemed out by the Inn keeper about keeping my room clean and that I have a limit on how much mead I can purchase. I responded to this by cracking all the eggs in the Inn. That's why I am now sleeping in one of the Whiterun guard's bed rolls outside of Riverwood. At least I managed to find some mead lying around (when I say lying around, I may or may not have snuck into the Inn and taken some, but I left five septums on the counter, so it wasn't really stealing). So I'll drink some and try to get some sleep before the guards kick me out.
