Oh curses upon my life! Visiting the local Trader I bumped straight into an argument between what I assumed was a married couple. Nah, just a sister and her apparently stuck-up brother.
Apparently they took me for an Adventurer and promptly tasked me with a quest.
A golden claw, stolen then hidden within the nearest barrow falls.
But the man offered good coin so... I decided to go get it for him.
I asked him for some spells before I left, but he told me to travel to the College of Winterhold to get a hold of precious magic. It sounds very intriguing, a college for magic! I will have to make that a priority.
These barrows are not a nice place. Infested with Draugr and petty bandits.
I find some coin here and there though, not too shabby!
I managed to find the thief of the claw and wring it out of his hands.
Well, not before saving him from turning into the lunch of a giant spider. How did it become that big!?
Oh, forgot to mention, he got killed in the wringing-the-claw-out-of-his-hands-process. Oh well.
My curiousity got the better of me for a slight moment and made me trek further down into the barrows. Curses!
Turns out there were some nice treasures waiting down there for me, nothing more freaky then a few Skeevers guarding it either.
Ok I take that back! Entering the very most inner sanctum I find a giant wall, complete with glowing writing on it. I can hear voices beckoning me over...
Unrelenting...Voice...?
It all blurs over for a few seconds, it makes my head spin and my limbs go limp.
I suddenly become aware of grunts and the cracking of bones behind me, a Draugr Warlord!
I thank whatever Gods I can for my training in spellslinging. A few blasts of Spark knocks it over and my Flames fries it within seconds. It dissolves into piercing screams.
I am so outta here.
Succulent fresh air, aaah!
My return in Rivenwood is glorious for a few seconds before a guy named Sven approaches me.
Apparently I'm already famous in this town for daring to take on Bleak Fall Barrows and its secrets!
He wants me to do what? Deliver a fake-letter to the Traders sister? Right, a love triangle... For the love of Mara! I am NOT an errand girl!
Lucan Valerius, as the Traders name is, rewards me greatly for the claw, 400 septims!
This Adventurer business might have something to it after all.
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