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Re: The Shezarrine - a Skyrim story
« Reply #15 on: October 18, 2017, 04:46:26 AM »
Sofia gave birth to a Little girl...



Haspina grew quickly, gorged on all of Sofia's milk. She showed great skill with magic, easily Learning the basic spells...



A dragon thought it was a good idea to assault Falkreath. We proved it wrong very quickly. The jarl was so happy he granted me a new housecarl...



And so it was that the Redguard Rayya joined my staff at Lakeview Manor. I'm thinking I should bring Lydia and see if she's interested in becoming my steward. Development of stage 2 was well under way and should be completed fairly soon.




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« Reply #16 on: October 18, 2017, 12:23:20 PM »


In Whiterun we met a Young girl, Lucia, begging on the streets. Something had to be done. I couldn't let the Child endure these hardships any longer - I immediately adopted her. Lakeview will make a perfect home for her and Haspina will have a playmate until I have more children. I Think Sofia will be difficult there though. I may have to put my hopes to Vilja. But first we'll see to her quests. That should get me in her good book, so to speak. And from there I should have a much easier time seducing her when the time comes.



The extension to Lakeview turned out really well. The Girls love the pool and spa. The completed wall makes the home much more secure and the new staff is settling in. This has become my favorite home.
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« Reply #17 on: October 19, 2017, 03:16:46 AM »
The Khajiit caravaners were in Town when we visited Whiterun. Well, not in Town exactly - they're not allowed inside the walls because no one trusts them. The Khajiit have a reputation as thieves and smugglers. And they're allied with the Thalmor in the Aldmeri Dominion. These traders though, I wouldn't deem dangerous.



I hired the carriage to take us from Whiterun to Riften...



A stupid thief though he could extort me of Money upon entering the city. My threats proved him dead wrong...



At the Bee and barb inn I was approached by Another member of the Thieves Guild. News traveled quickly indeed. He knew I had threatened to kill the thief at the gate, obviously, and offered me to become a member if I performed a small task for him. He wanted me to frame the Dunmer trader in the market for theft by stealing from the Argonian jeweler and placing the item in his possession. Naturally, I wasn't interested. We were here to find the Khajiit bard who had bought Vilja's flute. He was easy enough to find. But he had lost the flute at a game of put the tail on the donkey. It almost sounded like he was describing the Bosmer and the Nord who had stolen the bottle from Vilja in Whiterun. I was told to find the elf in Riverwood. But Before we Went there, I met an interesting lady. Anduniel is a Bosmer bard and spellcaster. She was looking for a place to start her own meadery. I thought the idea was interesting, a competotor to the Blackbriars would be very welcome in my eyes. Anduniel came along with us when we left town...



Anduniel made a really good companion. She was an exellent shot - which you would expect from a Woodelf. And she was also good with spells. She told me she had lost her amulet fighting Three bears in a cave. We revisited the Cave and I found the remains of her amulet in the gut of a goat the bears had killed. The story ended with Anduniel making a new amulet from the claw of one of the bears we had killed. She was happy so I was happy. That Cave wasn't the only Place we explored together...
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« Reply #18 on: October 19, 2017, 10:33:02 AM »


I felt pretty good exploring with all these women along. All Three of them handled Everything thrown at them very well, and Haspina picked up many valuable lessons from them.



I think Sofia started feeling threatened by Vilja and Anduniel. Why else would she walk around naked in Ivarstead when she still was sober. I can only wonder what sort of influence she has on our daughter.

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« Reply #19 on: October 20, 2017, 04:44:28 AM »
We entered the Vilemyr inn...



"Well hello. What's a handsome lad like you doing in Ivarstead?" a Bosmer woman said. "Hello. Who might you be?" I wondered. "I am Zorya. It is a name for the Twin goddesses representing the morning and evening stars. I'm here with my sister, Raya. We just made the trip to the monastery. We go every few years for... contemplation," she said. "Sisters, I can se that, but avowed? I wouldn't have thought," I said. Zorya laughed. "Oh no, we are not monks, just real sisters. You see, our clan holds to the old beliefs, about the wisdom of the ancient dragons. The monks at High Hrothgar teach this, to those who are willing to learn," she said. "You mean the Thu'um?" I said. "The Thu'um? Ah yes, I know what you are referring to, but no, we do not study that, though the priests have taught us some of the philosophy. But I speak of meditation, contemplation of the elements," she said. "A gypsy like yourself must know some songs!" I changed the subject. "Oh, of course I do! I have many songs: ballads, laments, even a few chant. Would you like to hear one?" she said. "Do you have other interests besides contemplation and stars?" I wondered. "Oh yes! I love to dance. That is why I love the springtime, especially in Whiterun, when the wildflowers are in bloom," she said. "You're a bit of a wildflower yourself," I said. Zorya giggled. "You are not the first person to say that. I have also been called wildfire because I like to dance in fields of them," she said.
"Oh, hello. I saw you talking to my sister. She is Always so friendly to strangers. I tell her it's not Always wise," Raya said. "I mean you both no harm, but I understand. It's good to be wary," I said. "That is... reassuring. I have read some stories about kidnappings and murder and... sometimes I take them a Little too much to heart," she said. "Do you read a lot?" I wondered. "Oh yes! Not all in our clan know how to read, but we were taught by Mother. She spent a lot of time in Town markets," she said. "Which are your favorite books?" I wondered. "Ah, now that Changes from time to time. Sometimes I like the histories best. Other times the tales of wild adventure sweep me away! Still, once in a while, I prefer a book of poetry," she said. "What are some of your interests?" I asked. "Well, I love to paint. Flowers, rivers, Mountains... anything about nature. And I like books. Whenever the clan visited a Town, I alays Went straight to the bookstore, while zorya Went to the tavern," she said. "What do you use for paint?" I wondered. "There are many plants with suitable juices for paint. They can be mixed with water for a thin pigment, or with oil for a thicker one," she said. "Do you ever paint people?" I wondered. "People? No, we are not warriors. We do not paint our faces," she said. "No, silly. I mean do you paint portraits?" I clarified. "Oh! Of course that's what you meant. I have, on occation, yes. For special clan occations, marriages, for example, I paint a portrait of the couple," she said.

The Book of the Dragonborn by Prior Emelene Madrine, Order of Talos, Weynon Priory. Year 360 of the Third Era, Twenty-First of the Reign of His Majesty Pelagius IV
Many people have heard the term "Dragonborn" - we are of course ruled by the "Dragonborn Emperors" - but the true meaning of the term is not commonly understood. For those of us in the Order of Talos, this is a subject near and dear to our hearts, and in this book I will attempt to illuminate the history and significance of those known as Dragonborn down through the ages. ... Most scholars agree that the term was first used in connection with the Covenant of Akatosh, when the blessed St. Alessia was given the Amulet of Kings and the Dragonfires in the Temple of the One were first lit. "Akatosh, looking with pity upon the plight of men, drew precious blood from his own heart, and blessed St. Alessia with this blood of Dragons, and made a Covenant that so long as Alessia's generations were true to the dragon blood, Akatosh would endeavor to seal tight the Gates of Oblivion, and to deny the armies of daedra and undead to their enemies, the Daedra-loving Ayleids." Those blessed by Akatosh with "the dragon blood" became known more simply as Dragonborn. ... The connection with the rulers of the Empire was thus there from the beginning - only those of the dragon blood were able to wear the Amulet of Kings and light the Dragonfires. All the legitimate rulers of the Empire have been Dragonborn - the Emperors and Empresses of the first Cyrodilic Empire founded by Alessia; Reman Cyrodiil and his heirs; and of course Tiber Septim and his heirs, down to our current Emperor, His Majesty Pelagius Septim IV. ... Because of this connection with the Emperors, however, the other significance of the Dragonborn has been obscured and largely forgotten by all but scholars and those of us dedicated to the service of the blessed Talos, Who Was Tiber Septim. Very few realize that being Dragonborn is not a simple matter of heredity - being the blessing of Akatosh Himself, it is beyond our understanding exactly how and why it is bestowed. Those who become Emperor and light the Dragonfires are surely Dragonborn - the proof is in the wearing of the Amulet and the lighting of the Fires. But were they Dragonborn and thus able to do these things - or was the doing the sign of the blessing of Akatosh descending upon them? All that we can say is that it is both, and neither - a divine mystery. ... The line of Septims have all been Dragonborn, of course, which is one reason the simplistic notion of it being hereditary has become so commonplace. But we know for certain that the early Cyrodilic rulers were not all related. There is also no evidence that Reman Cyrodiil was descended from Alessia, although there are many legends that would make it so, most of them dating from the time of Reman and likely attempts to legitimize his rule. We know that the Blades, usually thought of as the Emperor's bodyguards, originated in Akaviri crusaders who invaded Tamriel for obscure reasons in the late First Era. They appear to have been searching for a Dragonborn - the events at Pale Pass bear this out - and the Akaviri were the first to proclaim Reman Cyrodiil as Dragonborn. In fact it was the Akaviri who did the most to promote his standing as Emperor (although Reman himself never took that title in his lifetime). And of course there is no known hereditary connection between Tiber Septim and any of the previous Dragonborn rulers of Tamriel. ... Whether there can be more than one Dragonborn at any time is another mystery. The Emperors have done their best to dismiss this notion, but of course the Imperial succession itself means that at the very least there are two or more potential Dragonborn at any time: the current ruler and his or her heirs. The history of the Blades also hints at this - although little is known of their activities during the Interregnum between Reman's Empire and the rise of Tiber Septim, many believe that the Blades continued to search out and guard those they believed were (or might be) Dragonborn during this time. ... Lastly, we come to the question of the true meaning of being Dragonborn. The connection with dragons is so obvious that it has almost been forgotten - in these days when dragons are a distant memory, we forget that in the early days being Dragonborn meant having "the dragon blood". Some scholars believe that was meant quite literally, although the exact significance is not known. The Nords tell tales of Dragonborn heroes who were great dragonslayers, able to steal the power of the dragons they killed. Indeed, it is well known that the Akaviri sought out and killed many dragons during their invasion, and there is some evidence that this continued after they became Reman Cyrodiil's Dragonguard (again, the connection to dragons) - the direct predecessor to the Blades of today. ... I leave you with what is known as "The Prophecy of the Dragonborn". It often said to originate in an Elder Scroll, although it is sometimes also attributed to the ancient Akaviri. Many have attempted to decipher it, and many have also believed that its omens had been fulfilled and that the advent of the "Last Dragonborn" was at hand. I make no claims as an interpreter of prophecy, but it does suggest that the true significance of Akatosh's gift to mortalkind has yet to be fully understood. ... When misrule takes its place at the eight corners of the World. When the Brass Tower walks and Time is reshaped. When the thrice-blessed fail and the Red Tower trembles. When the Dragonborn Ruler loses his throne, and the White Tower falls. When the Snow Tower lies sundered, kingless, bleeding The World-Eater wakes, and the Wheel turns upon the Last Dragonborn.




I brought Klimmek's supplies when we Went to High Hrothgar. And silly Sofia walked the whole distance without a thread on. She is an odd one, but there is no denying her Beauty. I can't tell if she is doing this out of jealousy or if she's just this way. If it is jealousy, though, she'll be doing this a lot more, as I'm conviced there is going to be many women in my Life to come.



The Greybeards taught me the second Word of Power of the Unrelenting force Shout. Then we continued into the courtyard where they taught me the first Word, Wuld, of Whirlwind Sprint. I was then tasked with recovering the Horn of Jurgen Windcaller from his tomb...

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« Reply #20 on: October 21, 2017, 05:54:06 AM »
When we returned from High Hrothgar, a bunch of weirdos - Three in fact - approached us. It was obvious they were looking for me - the Dragonborn...



These whackos had no friendly intentions. One of them summoned a creature out of a nightmare. The tentacled thing made me Think of the Daedric Lord Hermeaus Mora. I couldn't allow any threats to my family. Nor did the guards, they entered the fray on our side. It was a brief and intense battle. On one of the corpses I found a note:

Board the vessel Northern Maiden docked at Raven Rock. Take it to Windhelm, then begin your search. Kill the False Dragonborn known as Bronkah Before he reaches Solstheim. ... Return with Word of your success, and Miraak shall be most pleased.



Who the hell is Miraak? Some kind of dragon priest, perhaps? Sounds like it.

Anyway, with our business concluded here, we left Ivarstead and headed for Riverwood... And indeed we found the two fools, the burly Nord and his Little Bosmer friend. After some haggling I got the flute from the Woodelf. But talking to my fellow Nord was the weirdest thing - he still talked about being cursed and really thought he had a donkey tail growing. Of course it was all in his head, but there just was no convincing him of it. I had to promise to help rid him of his curse. Silly man.



Our next stop was Dawnstar, where we hoped to find the Redguard bard who had traveled from solstheim on the same ship as Vilja. Apparently he had promised to teach her to play the lute. Becoming a bard meant a lot to this young maiden, and of course I was going to do Everything in my Power to help her. Then, of course, I wouldn't make such an effort if I really didn't think I could could make her mine in the end. When we finally got to the village, a dragon decided to visit, well burn the village and everyone in it. As Dragonborn I couldn't allow that. There was just one way this could end...



We had arrived at the same time as one of the Khajiit Caravans traveling the land. They and the guards were most helpful in the battle with the dragon. And... of course, they were very much amazed when I absorbed the dragon's soul.
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« Reply #21 on: October 23, 2017, 07:35:22 AM »
In the Windpeak Inn in Dawnstar we found Wilbert - the Redguard who had promised to teach Vilja. But when I talked to him he was rather distraught by the loss of his instruments. I promised we'd get them back in Exchange for the lute lessons for Vilja. But the most interesting thing in the inn was that Bosmer vixen. Mareen Nightthorn was her name...
"I Heard you talking to the innkeep about a problem with shipments," I said. "Ehhh... It's nothing for you to worry about. See, it's actually me's been robbing the East Empire Company. I work for them as a responsible trade captain, while on the side, I keep the choiciest bits for the Thieves Guild. I keep a Commission, o'course. Then I take the rest to Riften once a month. Hopefully someday they'll let me run the outpost in Solitude. A few more big jobs should prove I can handle it," she said. "How do you protect your ship while you're away?" I wondered. "Oh, I've explored a Dwemer ruin or two in my Life. Picked up a few o' their technological tricks. The ship's outfitted with secret compartments for smuggling, as well as a few traps for unfriendly footsteps. Why don't you meet me down by the docks in a bit and you can browse my wears in the ship?" Mareen said.



I followed Mareen down to the docks...
"Perfect... just PERFECT!" she said. "What's the matter?" I wondered. "There's a bloody band of Thalmor inspecting the ships! They're looking for mine. Gods, how did they find me? They must have a spy somewhere, or more than one," she said. "Why are the Thalmor after you?" I wondered. "I'd rather not open that chest o' Worms at the moment. I'll just say... we're old enemies. Been dodgin' them most o' my Life. Mow, we can't exactly kill them, with the witnesses here. We'll have to trick them into attacking us first," she said. "Leave that to me," I said with a smile...



I walked aboard the ship. The Thalmor were annoyed by it, but they didn't attack yet. I had to antagonize them a bit first. I walked up to one of them. "What's a milk-drinker like you doin' here?" asked. "Leave the ship or I'll cut you in half," he threatened. I laughed. "You? A milk.drinker like you? I bet you can't even hold that sword!" I said. That was obviously enough. He lunged at me in a rage. Stupid mistake since I stepped to the side and felled him with a precis axe strike to the neck. The other Thalmor immediately attacked upon the docks quickly turned red with Thalmor blood as we slaughtered them all. We, being my Girls, Mareen, and I...
"Thanks for your help. I'm used to taking out löners now and then, but this was the first time I been cornered by so many. You fight pretty well, and saved me from having to abandon my ship until it was safe to come back," Mareen said. "Why don't you join me for a while?" I suggested. "Me? Join you? I don't Think so, I've Always worked alone. I ain't good in a partnership," she said. "Suit yourself. Goodbye," I said. "Sure, take care. Hey. I'll Think about it. And if our paths cross again, well, maybe it was meant to be," she said.



Me and the Girls cleaned up the fort Wilbert had directed us to. In the mine below we found the lost instruments. The Redguard bard would be so pleased to have his precious lue back...



Wilbert definitely remembered Vilja now. He even offered her his old lute. But the thing was, we had to go to the Bards College in Solitude and speak to his friend there. Wilbert gave me a letter to prove that he had sent us for it. His friend was a Young bard by the name of Sindra. Vilja was very much looking forward to going to the Bards College.


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« Reply #22 on: October 24, 2017, 10:55:09 AM »
Before leaving Dawnstar, we visited the local alchemist...



We then headed straight for Solitude. The first sight we made inside the walls wasn't pleasant, I wish my daughter could have been spared that.



From the awful execution of Roggvir we went straight to the Bards College...



Sindra was a very nice young woman. She was happy to give the lute to me after I showed her the letter from Wilbert. Vilja will be so happy. There was even a quest for available for me. Thing was that the jrl had banned the Burning of King Olaf - a festival the Bards College had held annually for ages. One can yunderstand she might find it distasteful, her husband's recent Death and all. But the bards sent me to find a long lost verse to change her mind. Well, first things first. It was late and we needed somewhere to stay... so the inn it was.



I wish I had remembered what Vilja had said about the snooty Altmer running the Radiant Raiment. We left her shop without buying anything.

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« Reply #23 on: October 27, 2017, 02:17:22 PM »


We searched for a suitable location for Anduniel's meadery. We had to deal with necromancers Before we found the remains of an old inn. It was a very good location, but Anduniel still wanted to look in Falkreath Hold before deciding. Personally, I would be glad to have her closer to Lakeview Manor.



En route to our destination, we passed Robbers' Gorge. Those bandits were fools to Think they could rob us, even if they outnumbered us three to one.



Just what is it with these stupid outlaws? These ones thought they could extort Money from us by dressing in the gear of the fallen Imperials. Those fools had not even hid the bodies of the dead. Needless to say, those fools will not threaten anyone again.



Dead Men's Respite, our destination. This was where Viarmo had told me we'd find the lost King Olaf's verse of the Poetic Edda.
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« Reply #24 on: October 28, 2017, 09:58:11 AM »


Upon entering Dead Men's Respite we were met by the ghost of the bard Svaknir. No Words were spoken but it was clear he was showing us the way...



Draugr, giant spiders and many horrors all tried to stop us. But our party endured and conquered...



A door blocked off by a magical barrier none of us could break. I could feel the pull of a Word wall behind it. But there was just no opening this door...



Our incursion continued and finally, in a small locked room we found the remains of Svaknir. The verse we were looking for was here...



The ghost of Svaknir broke down the magical barrier and we entered the burial chamber of King Olaf One-Eye...



"Het nok kopraan do Wynjolf ahrk Wuld, wen viintaas tuz vey zeim lahvu do rahgron Ogiim -- Here lies the body of Wynjolf the Whirlwind, whose shining blades cut through an army of angry Orcs."



Nothing could touch the ghost of Svaknir. While the draugr were occupied with the ghost... and some of my companions, I attacked and destroyed all the draugr who had not yet engaged in combat Before they even rose from their stone chairs. One King Olaf wa dead, the ghost disappeared. We looted the treasure chamber Before leaving.


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« Reply #25 on: October 30, 2017, 04:06:15 PM »


The party's incursion into Dead Men's Respite ended with an excursion to Whiterun - to sell much of the loot from therir successful dungeon dive. Now, there was a curier with a letter for the Dragonborn...

To the Dawnstar Traveler, ... You're a hard person to track down, friend. That's good. Smart. Anyway, I've got some more information about our friends we played with in Dawnstar. Can you come to the Nightgate Inn? Take care you aren't followed. ... An acquaintance

Bronkah could think of only one person who could have sent that letter.



There were so many things on the Dragonborn's agenda, Bronkah had to take a day off at Lakeview just to get his thoughts straight. But for the Dragonborn there is seldom much rest. Not with so many dragons roaming the countryside...



Another dragon soul absorbed. Bronkah and Anduniel got the opportunity to check out the abandoned inn by Lake Ilinalta. She was very happy with the location in Falkreath Hold. He was quite happy she was happy. He wanted the Bosmer woman close to him. Now they needed to find some help to tear down the ruin and build a meadery on the location...



Providence brought them to Falkreath, where a builder was just finishing a job for the Jarl. She and her team of workers were free to hire for the job of building Anduniel's meadery. And the price could hardly be better. Bronkah was happy to provide the gold...
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« Reply #26 on: November 01, 2017, 02:01:51 PM »
We had Everything to return to the Khajiit bard in Riften. Vilja would finally get her flute back. She was in a very good mood.



But... back at the Bee and Barb, we were met with bad news - Halvdan had beaten us to it. He had threatened the Khajiit who gave Vilja's flute to the hulking Nord. I was furious. If he had shown his face in the iin, I would have broken his face... and probably a lot more.



Halvdan was hiding out at the Temple of Mara. Vilja gave him a lecture, but he just laughed at her. She would probably have attacked him if it were not for being in the temple and all the witnesses there. I know I would have done the same. As it were, Halvan challenged me to a duel for the flute. We were to meet at midnight.
That night I left my companions behind. Vilja really wanted to come along, but she finally saw reason when I told her Halvan would likely not even show up if he saw her in my company. When it came to the showdown, Halvdan was a pushover. I sent the Little milk.drinker whimpering with his tail between his legs. Vilja was overjoyed to have her beloved flute back.



The whole family went to Whiterun for some rest and relaxation... and it was an opportunity for Lucia to meet her friends in Town again. The little Imperial girl was very happy. In Whiterun we met the priestes of Kynareth, Danica Pure-Spring. she told us about the Gildergreen - the ancient tree in the middle of Whiterun. It was a pitiful sight, that tree. The priestess told us there might be a way to Wake the tree from slumber, with the sap of the mother tree. We'd have to go to the Eldergleam Sanctuary - just the Place Vilja needed to go on her quest. But first we needed to get a special dagger, called Nettlebane, from a group of Hagravens at Orphan Rock...



After a brief stop at Lakeview to drop off Lucia, we Went to Orphan Rock. It was crawling with hags. The witches were annoying, but not nearly as annoying as the angry hagraven casting giant fireballs at us. Fortunately noone of us was seriously hurt. We found Nettlebane in the hagraven's belongings. The dagger was used to sacrifice spriggans and it was the only item that could draw sap from the Eldergleam. The ancient tree was immune to all other metals, even enchanted blades. I couldn't wait to see this wonder with my own eyes. And Vilja was eager to go there too...

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« Reply #27 on: November 03, 2017, 01:19:13 PM »


Home, sweet home...



Wonderful Lakeview Manor.



Anduiel's meadery had some uninvited guests. Vilja was devastated that the horse was killed. It belonged to a passing hunter. The meadery itself was almost ready to open. Anduniel had something special planned with her bard friends. She asked me to pass out flyers to invite people to the opening. Of course I agreed to help. Later the same day, a Thalmor patrol passed by. I couldn't Control my anger and attacked them. With my loyal female companions backing me up, the Aldmeri scum very swiftly dealt with.



With all that behind us, it was time to return to Danica Pure-Spring in Whiterun for the next step. We now had Nettlebane and she gave directions to the Eldergleam Sanctuary. I was approached by a pilgrim visiting the temple. Upon hearing our destination he begged to come along. How could I refuse such a devout man such a simple request. We stocked up on supplies before leaving town.
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« Reply #28 on: November 05, 2017, 08:51:52 AM »


We made our way to the Eldergleam Sanctuary. But we Before we reachd the site, of course a dragon attacked...



We reached our destination at dawn...



The Eldergleam's giant roots barred our way. But when I brandished Nettlebane, the ancient tree retracted its roots in respect. The pilgrim, though, wasn't happy when he Heard what we were about to do. I asked him if he had a better idea...



The pilgrim prayed to Kynareth... and the goddess answered. We were presented with a Little sapling to bring back to Whiterun...



Vilja found someone who could possibly help with her mysterious bottle. Anesia sent me on an errand to the nearby mill. We all Went there while Vilja stayd behind at the sanctuary. At the mill I met Jelena, the woman Anesia had sent me to find. With the Exchange made, we could now return to the Eldergleam Sanctuary and see what Anesia could do about Vilja's bottle. I must admit, I ws rather curious about its contents myself...
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Re: The Shezarrine - a Skyrim story
« Reply #29 on: November 06, 2017, 01:20:26 PM »
Anesia gave Vilja a long list of ingredients to collect. Vilja immediately gave me half of the list. I could see why she needed help. Some things were trivial to get, other required a bit of effort and luck to find. And then there was the part of the list Vilja kept. I had no idea of Everything on her part that needed collecting, but since she didn't say anything, I thought she would manage...



Danica was a bit peeved at first, that we had not brought back sap from the Eldergleam to revive the Gildergreen tree in Whiterun. But when I explained what the pilgrim had said, she quickly apologized. I Think she was embarrassed she had shown such Little faith in Kyne at first. And in time, the little sapling will grow into a might new Gildergreen...



I visited Jorrvaskr with my entourage. The Companions thought it was time for me to prove myself. Farkas would accompany me to Dustman's Cairn where we would retrieve a fragment of Wuuthrad. It is well to note Wuuthrad is the legendary weapon of the legendary hero, Ysgramor...

Songs of the Return, Volume 7, The Tale of the Jorrvaskr
When at last the rightful claim of Saarthal had been retaken, driving the murderous elves back to their lofty cities, did great Ysgramor turn and let loose the fearsome war cry that echoed across all the oceans. The Five Hundred who yet stood joined in the ovation for the victory and the lament for their fallen peers. It was said to be heard on the distant and chilling green shores of Atmora, and the ancestors knew their time had come to cross the seas.
As the reverberations echoed out and drowned to silence, all looked to Ysgramor, who bore the blessed Wuuthrad, for his next commandment. With his lungs that bellowed forth the fury of humanity, he bade them to continue their march, that the devious Mer might know the terror they had brought on themselves with their trickery.
"Go forth," he roared. "Into the belly of this new land. Drive the wretched from their palaces of idleness. Oblige them to squalor and toil, that they would see their betrayals as the all-sin against our kind. Give no quarter. Show no kindness. For they would not give nor show you the same." (Our great forebear gave this order as he did not yet understand the prophecy of the Twin Snakes, that he would be fated to die before seeing the true destiny of his line.)
Hearing this, the Circle of Captains gathered each their crews unto themselves. From here, they decreed, we will go forth. Let each ship's band make its own way, seeking their fates to the open sun. A night spent in feasting, the Oath of the Companions was sworn anew, with each of the Five Hundred (so they still named their count, in honor of the shields that were broken at Saarthal) swearing to act as Shield-Brother and Shield-Sister to any of the Atmoran line were their fates to ever again entwine.
As the red hands of dawn stretched from the east, so broke the Five Hundred Companions of Ysgramor, setting about their journeys, sailing now across the land with waves of stone and crests of trees flowing under their footed hulls.
The first to break from the grounded fleet was the crew of the Jorrvaskr, who had been formed of Ysgramor's closest friends. Their captain was known as Jeek of the River, so called by the Harbinger himself from their youths passed in glory. When assembling their glistening hull, he sought out the labors of Menro and Manwe, who now bore the native timbers across this new land of Tamriel. Among their fiercest were Tysnal (Who Was Twice-Named), and Terr, his twin and Shield-Brother whose girth was never spoken of to his face. There were others, too, in their band -- Meksim the Walker, Brunl (Who Fought with his Off-Hand), and Yust the Smiler. These and others were sworn to Jeek, and they pushed forth into the shadows where yet the sun had not reached.
Southwards they went, by beast and by foot. Elves they found, though none remain to tell what those battles entailed. The numbers of the Jorrvaskr never faltered, so shrewd were they in battle, with minds as sharp as their blades.
Once, as the sun beat from its high-home, Jonder the Tiny, the one who ran ahead, came over the hill to tell what was seen. Amidst a vast plain his eyes had met a monument of a bird, whose eyes and beak were opened in flame. When his brothers and sisters crested the hill, they too saw its glory, but they were afraid for no elven settlement could be seen to the horizon.
"But this is not seemly," said Kluwe, who went by Loate when hiding his face. "Is not this wide land fit for harvest? Why have not the elves, vile to their core, seen to exploit and tame it?" They asked of their elven captives (for they had many) what they found unfit about these plains. Yet even the captives who still bore their tongues could say nothing of the valley. They looked with fear at the winged colossus, and from their babblings did the warriors of the Jorrvaskr learn that it was older than even the elves themselves. Of those who wrought it solid from its mother-stone, nothing could be said, but it was known to drive a magic almost as old as Nirn itself, some remnant of the gods' efforts to render a paradise in Mundus before the shattering of Lorkhan.
This first of many, this crew of the Jorrvaskr, heathens and ancestors to us all, feared no stories or gods. Indeed, if there was something the elves feared, they would have it for their own. Thus began the labors, once more, of Menro and Manwe, whose eager hands again laid to the Atmoran wood which had born them all across the sea, and what was their ship became their shelter as this valley became their purview until the end of all their days.
Thus began the building of the Great City, circled by the running of the White River, as brought forth by these beloved of Ysgramor, yet but twenty-two of the glorious Five Hundred Companions.




When we entered Dustman's Cairn, we found evidence that someone had already been there, digging for something. But who? And for what? We found no trace of who they might be - which was odd. You'd expect we would find something. They must've somehow avoided the draugr. Anyway, we soon found our route blocked by a locked portcullis. We started searching for the mechanism to operate it...



I found the lever, but in the process of opening the path, the portcullis shut behind me. I was locked in with Anduniel, much to everyone else's amusement. Farkas said he'd find the release, but then there was a sound...


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