AlijhamNov 08, 2015Nov 08, 2015 at 08:40 PM
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Day Coming to Skyrim took a little bit of time, as I didn't want to be completely drained when I got here. I used the telestone to get to Cyrodiil, which I thought was a good waypoint, took a couple hour break, and then ported to Skyrim. I found one of the towns that had one of the caravans from that flyer you gave me, and hung around in the tavern. I asked the bartender about it, and he said that the next caravan set off in the morning. I had a mug or two of mead before I rented a room and went to bed---I always miss nord mead. It's so good.
In the morning, I woke up early and bought some food and extra supplies: knives, furs and such to keep me warm and not dead; I bought some fabrics to make clothing for you, too. Then, I boarded the caravan. There were a couple more people on it with me.
A number of the people on the caravan were nords looking for work, or to help out free of pay. They were humble. There were a couple of dark elves, too, and one khajiit.
Most of the ride was steady and quiet, with the exception of occasional singing of nordic folk songs, which I joined in on. They loved my singing.
The ride to Wrothgar wasn't very long; the town was already rather close to it. When we arrived, caravan driver told us that there was probably going to be a blizzard soon, so we should get indoors or find a safe place. We unloaded all of our things and ourselves at a gate-like entrance. It looked about the same as Skyrim, as far as I could see, but there were lots of bridges and even more rigid terrain. One of the nords said he’d been here before, and directed me toward the nearest civilization, which was Orsinium. He said he’s been here before, and that’s where he was headed aswell. The stories I've read of that place made it seem very intimidating. I was a bit nervous about going there, but I thought it'd be best if I went. Plus, I was curious.
Orsinium seemed to be rather close. I could see it in the distance. It looked to be bigger than any city I’d ever seen myself, but I’d be the judge of that when I saw it face-to-face. I walked with that nord for a little while before he split off. He told me that he was going to make a stop at one of the mines to grab some materials, so I continued alone.
Sunset came pretty fast. I was a mile or two from the city when I set up a little camp. I made a fire and snuggled up by that, wrapped up in my blanket. I missed you, but it was really nice out there. It was just a cold as I liked it, and the view was wild: snowy crags and half-frozen rivers. It almost felt like home, and I had to keep reminding myself I was in Skyrim. I felt like I did when I was a teenager. It was a really soothing lonesomeness, if that makes any sense at all. I spent more than half the night up just looking around and soaking up the scenery. I've got to get a book as soon as I hit town to write some poems about it.
In the morning, I woke up early and bought some food and extra supplies: knives, furs and such to keep me warm and not dead; I bought some fabrics to make clothing for you, too. Then, I boarded the caravan. There were a couple more people on it with me.
A number of the people on the caravan were nords looking for work, or to help out free of pay. They were humble. There were a couple of dark elves, too, and one khajiit.
Most of the ride was steady and quiet, with the exception of occasional singing of nordic folk songs, which I joined in on. They loved my singing.
The ride to Wrothgar wasn't very long; the town was already rather close to it. When we arrived, caravan driver told us that there was probably going to be a blizzard soon, so we should get indoors or find a safe place. We unloaded all of our things and ourselves at a gate-like entrance. It looked about the same as Skyrim, as far as I could see, but there were lots of bridges and even more rigid terrain. One of the nords said he’d been here before, and directed me toward the nearest civilization, which was Orsinium. He said he’s been here before, and that’s where he was headed aswell. The stories I've read of that place made it seem very intimidating. I was a bit nervous about going there, but I thought it'd be best if I went. Plus, I was curious.
Orsinium seemed to be rather close. I could see it in the distance. It looked to be bigger than any city I’d ever seen myself, but I’d be the judge of that when I saw it face-to-face. I walked with that nord for a little while before he split off. He told me that he was going to make a stop at one of the mines to grab some materials, so I continued alone.
Sunset came pretty fast. I was a mile or two from the city when I set up a little camp. I made a fire and snuggled up by that, wrapped up in my blanket. I missed you, but it was really nice out there. It was just a cold as I liked it, and the view was wild: snowy crags and half-frozen rivers. It almost felt like home, and I had to keep reminding myself I was in Skyrim. I felt like I did when I was a teenager. It was a really soothing lonesomeness, if that makes any sense at all. I spent more than half the night up just looking around and soaking up the scenery. I've got to get a book as soon as I hit town to write some poems about it.