Tirdas, 19th of Last Seed
I began my trek towards Whiterun yesterday, arrived fairly late so just went to bed at this nice inn called The Bannered Mare. Along the way however I happened upon a brewery! Honningbrew it was called.
It tasted good for having such a Nordic name.
This morning however, I did not wake up in good spirits. There were some ruckus downstairs that would not seem to end!
Upon investigating said ruckus I found a woman, somewhat in tears, somewhat exploding with anger.
The local bard is harassing her and just won't stop she says.
I'm contemplating leaving this alone since its not about life and death but her words just got to me.
Despite being one with affinity for magic, I decided to introduce my fist to his face instead. It actually gave good results, he backed off. Hmpfh, men. Or should I say Nords?
This is just one of those days or what?
I have an appointment with the Jarl at Dragonsreach and on my way there I get stopped by a man in brown robes, wild eyes, babbling non-stop of, Thalos was it?
I am not in the mood for this type of crazy so early in the morning so I just back off slowly, flickering a little Flame from my finger to warn him and then leg it! Mara have mercy on me!
I should have known I couldn't be let of the hook so easily.
Another Dragon! Attacked the Western Watchtower! Hadn't much choice but to jump into the fray this time.
But you won't believe what happens next, it speaks to me! The Dragon, speaks! I must have gone crazy for sure this time.
Dovakhiin?
The Jarl's Housecarl, Irileth, whom I had the pleasure to become acquaintanced with earlier (I was so happy meeting another elf here in these lands, ok so shes a Dunmer but, so incredibly harsh!), snarls at her men when they all elated, starts reciting an ancient Nord legend about the Dovakhiin, or Dragonborn as they translate it for me.
I catch bit of it, like a Dragon will appear every 1000 years and something about a Shout?
How come they think I have something to with it!
I'm Ayleid! Salache! Altmer! High Elf!
This is a Nord legend! Wouldn't it make more sense if a Nord turned out to be what they call Dragonborn?
Curse this day.
Upon investigating said ruckus I found a woman, somewhat in tears, somewhat exploding with anger.
The local bard is harassing her and just won't stop she says.
I'm contemplating leaving this alone since its not about life and death but her words just got to me.
Despite being one with affinity for magic, I decided to introduce my fist to his face instead. It actually gave good results, he backed off. Hmpfh, men. Or should I say Nords?
This is just one of those days or what?
I have an appointment with the Jarl at Dragonsreach and on my way there I get stopped by a man in brown robes, wild eyes, babbling non-stop of, Thalos was it?
I am not in the mood for this type of crazy so early in the morning so I just back off slowly, flickering a little Flame from my finger to warn him and then leg it! Mara have mercy on me!
I should have known I couldn't be let of the hook so easily.
Another Dragon! Attacked the Western Watchtower! Hadn't much choice but to jump into the fray this time.
But you won't believe what happens next, it speaks to me! The Dragon, speaks! I must have gone crazy for sure this time.
Dovakhiin?
The Jarl's Housecarl, Irileth, whom I had the pleasure to become acquaintanced with earlier (I was so happy meeting another elf here in these lands, ok so shes a Dunmer but, so incredibly harsh!), snarls at her men when they all elated, starts reciting an ancient Nord legend about the Dovakhiin, or Dragonborn as they translate it for me.
I catch bit of it, like a Dragon will appear every 1000 years and something about a Shout?
How come they think I have something to with it!
I'm Ayleid! Salache! Altmer! High Elf!
This is a Nord legend! Wouldn't it make more sense if a Nord turned out to be what they call Dragonborn?
Curse this day.
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