I awoke early as the sun was rising, must’ve been around six am. I headed into Whiterun with a backpack full of pelts and hides from the beasts I had slayed yesterday. I spent the early hours of the morning tanning them into leather and leather strips to work with at the forge. I then used the forge until midday and made capes that helped me understand leather and how to work with it slightly better. I had a chat to Adrianne who owned the forge and she taught me how to bind up my fur shoes – which were falling apart – into a nice pair with leather covering most of them and straps to tighten them up, and on the inside they were coated in a thick fur which was sure to handle the harsh climates.
Look at my lovely new shoes. Don't pay any attention to the man behind.
It was around midday by the time I had finished and I then made my way over to the inn to boil some water as I was running low, as soon as I had begun cooking that stupid Redguard bitch ran up to me, you stood there for literally an hour looking over me. I pushed past her as I left; water in hand. On the way out I asked Hulda, the barmaid, if there were any more bandit jobs going. She pointed me west of the skooma den I had cleared out to a place called Halted Stream.
I crafted some more arrows before I left; I seem to be getting the hang of this.
During my short walk to the camp I came across several deer which I quickly preyed upon. On my approach to the camp I spotted two wolves around 150 feet away from myself, I quickly dispatched of both of them using two nicely placed arrows to the neck.
I perched atop a rock overlooking the camp and prepared my arrows after seeing only two bandits in the camp, however the both seemed rather preoccupied as they were not standing my idly. I looked slightly above the camp and saw two of the bandits fighting some people in rather golden armour; I say people when it was quite clear they were elves. Only the Thalmor would have the audacity to raid attack any Nord the come across in the land of Skyrim, however they are making my job easier, I let the Thalmor kill the two they were currently fighting and then watched as the two remaining bandits charged at the Thalmor were quickly destroyed by them and their finely crafted weaponry. I may hate the elven armour but I admire the finesse of their blades and axes, their maces on the other hand are just hideous.
I scavenged anything of taste off of the bandits which amounted to a petty some of 13 coins. I entered the innards of the mine they had currently occupied.
When I entered I spotted a pressure plate that even a blind adventurer could surely spot, or maybe I just had an above average intelligence. I heard the clashing of a pickaxe against iron which was a sound I was all too familiar with considering my current use of iron arrows. I prepared my bow and arrow as I slowly crept forward, making sure not to knock any debris. I spotted the bandit who seemed to be in a continuous swinging motion which I soon caught ahold of. I lined my arrow up as he came up for his quick rest, I fired my arrow into the back of his head as his body went limp and he dropped to the ground; he bled from both sides of his skull.
I nabbed the key of the table he was working near and used it to open the gate which lead into the apex of the mine, I spent several minutes surveying the environment and figure out the best way to deal with the three bandits – which lurk within the depths below me – was to lob a poison into the oil that lay beneath me, then fire quickly fire off three arrows, each hitting the explosive looking ceramic jars in the ceiling. These jars were then to fall and explode on the oil and poison below, and as the bandits burn alive; they also get infected with toxic fumes that are caused by a mixture of poison and smoke combining together. Talos gave me such genius. This plan went off without a hitch, it almost made more excited than being known as dragonborn.
I searched the area and came across a chest which was full of gems and jewelry, none to my taste, I like sapphires. I left the mine, my back near to full.
As I was strolling back to Whiterun a sudden explosion happened just behind me, I turned around to see the Thalmor hot on my tail, well at least if I was an Argonian they would be. I began sprinting back to Whiterun as fast as I could whilst struggling around getting potions out to make myself not run out of breath. I managed to lose them after around a minute or so, I quickly hid behind the nearest rock and coated several arrows in poison. They would not get away with this. I peered around the side of the rock and located their position. It was going to be a neck shock for these three bastards. I prepared the first arrow and watched it fly through the air, piercing the skull of the Thalmor agent. I watching the other two frantically run around as they tried to find me, my next target was the mage; I made swift work of him. I decided for the last one I would make him look at me whilst I killed him.
“Over here scumbag,” I yelled at him.
“Grr I’m gonna pummel you into the ground you little bitch,” he replied in anger.
“Keep coming closer baby.”
“It’s smashing time!!!”
He was charging down at me as I switched to my bow for close combat. Just as he was preparing to swing his mace into my skull I shot an arrow into his face, blood flew everywhere as he fell onto the floor, his momentum making him end up just before my feet. His eyes looked up at me through his lifeless body, I would’ve stamped on his face by I didn’t want to ruin my lovely new shoes.
Relaxing in my tent now.
Talos guide you.
