The Vianto Diaries

• Posted by Andrew Shepherd July 7, 2015 - 781 views

  Diary entry - date: unknown, I am completely high on skooma and have drunk several bottles of alto wine. Where am I ? Rorikstead, I think. Who gives a s***? 

   

  My name is Vianto. I am a witch hunter. Whatever that means. I came to Skyrim from High Rock, hearing about the rise of the dragons, and the rise of their deathless priests, raising undead Nords, worshippers of the ancient dragons. I am a servant of Arkay, a hunter of necromancers and destroyer of their corpse-servants.

   

  Since being here I have seen more Draugr, skeletons, zombies and other dead things that are still moving than I can poke a stick at. Don't even get me started on the vampires. The dawnguard wanna take them on? Go right ahead guys, knock yourself out.

   

  Since I got here, I can't even walk half a mile of a ruin without some kind of lurching horror coming at me. I'm not sure if they have been raised by necromancers or dragon priests or what. I've also encountered locals who have become sick and then subsequently died and become zombies, spraying green puke at me the minute I get close.

   

  Witchhunter. what the f*** was I thinking? I should have stayed in High Rock, enchanting steel swords with soul trap. Every second f***ing thing I meet in Skyrim is undead, or sick of some kind of disease and about to become undead. To hell with the dragons, they aren't bothering me that much. Every couple of miles I find some kind of reanimated dead thing trying to slap me and spray germs all over me. 

   

  Now I am in a tavern, getting blind drunk and high from some healer who's skooma is obviously watered down with fungal swamp pods or some other stinking s*** from the marsh. I don't care. I've seen enough dead things to last a lifetime. Where does one go in Tamriel to get away from things that should otherwise stay in the ground and not move anymore?

   

  I even tried to escape to a skooma den to lose myself and found the damn thing being run by vampires. Blood-sucking bastards! I don't care about the actual blood sucking, but the price of their skooma was OUTRAGEOUS! So now I am in Rorikstead, getting drunk, having my ear chewed off by some horse-thief's butt-ugly sister who is complaining that at least her horse thief stealing brother managed to get out of Rorikstead and find some adventure. At this point I feel like one of the huge variety of undead that I have so far encountered would make better company.

   

  Anyway, hopefully tomorrow's journey will be better. I have been told by a travelling bard that there are great riches in a place in the central mountain range of Skyrim, of which even a small portion would set a fellow up for life with just a little bit of delving in the ruins. I believe he called it "Labyrinthian". So long as there are not too many undead there, I think it might be a good bet to plunder some loot and set myself up in one of the cities here, and not have to worry about undead, or dragons or zombie plagues etc..

   

  Ok I am rambling now, I'm pretty sure that healer dropped something in my vegetable soup, the vegetables are now doing a waltz at the bottom of the bowl, like some kind of weird underwater ballet.... 

   

  Nighty night!