The Journey so far

• Posted by Jerry White July 29, 2014 - 339 views

       Bitter cold winds swept north over Helgan as the carriage drove us into unknown territory. I'd heard of Skyrim, as a boy living near the edges of the great Alikir desert, of it's cool air and verdant lands. Never, though, had I assumed such hostility would have been bred between the nords, people of the same life fighting, what waste they are as people.

       At length we arrived and were pulled out and led one by one to the chopping block. My fate, however, had been decided long before the days events. A black and formidable dragon landed very close by, rattling my brain and loosing stone from the earth, raining hell down onto the guards, but I was spared. Running around frantically I made my way into the keep with a nord in ragged armor. I grabbed some gear, a simple axe, a weapon I had no previous training with, and some light armor. It was not what I usually wore, but I made it fit my frame.

       Imperial guards soon came through into the room, leaving us with little choice but to fight, drawing the axe, having had little time to weigh it properly, I threw myself into combat. If the Alikir had taught me anything before I left the militia, it had been how to instill fear into ones enemies. The first lightly armored guard hit the ground before my friend could draw his dual axes and charge. The second fell quickly, as we flanked her and brought her to her knees. I removed her armor, not the right fit but the heavy armor felt better and I was more accustomed to wearing it. I also drew up her sword and dagger, dual wielding them until I found use of a shield.

       Making my way past more guards I came to an opening. Frostbite spiders they were called, dear god. Harboring a bitter fear of spiders since birth I had little choice but to fight, but I was reserved. Grasping the haft of my axe with my powerful hands I flipped my dreadlocks behind me and let out a ferocious howl, awakening even more spiders whom I had not seen. Thank the nine for my stormcloak companion, for he saved my life. Limping and breathing heavy under the weight of the spiders venom I made my way out, sneaking deftly past a large bear, my heavy steel armor jingling lightly as I moved with care and precision. I allowed myself respite, visiting a mine and clearing it of bandits was fun, the thrill of the fight, the feeling of steel and steel and the fear just under the surface, it all kept me going, but I needed rest. In the town known as Riverwood I took my lodgings. A belly full of dark nordic ale and deer meat left me full and relaxed. I cleaned myself of the days trepidations and settled into my bed for the evening.

       In the morning I will leave, after sharpening my blade and reinforcing my armor. My mission is more important now that it ever was. This stormcloak had saved my life and for that he has my blessings, but my father sent me to Skyrim bearing the imperial flag, and I will fly her until she bravely and defiantly hangs over the loose soil of my grave.