» Sun Jun 14, 2015 12:58 pm So I've had the urge to replay Skyrim again, but this time I'm adding a new dimension to my game. I'm giving myself restrictions.
Chiefly:
No Corpse Looting. For Humanoids of course - Dragons, Beasts, Daedra, and Constructs are obviously all still viable. But my current character will not loot the dead for anything beyond Weapons, Quivers, and Masks...things that are easy to remove from a body without touching the body for extended periods of time.
In addition to no Corpse Looting, I'm also denying access to Smithing. My character is a former farmer by trade, but not, I hasten to add, a very good one. Hence why he's former...thus, the ability to be an ad hoc blacksmith was a talent unknown to him. Also, as one of the simple folk, he's superstitious...meaning if he finds himself in some burial tomb, the last thing he's going to do is go poking around in the urns and offerings. Chests, cupboards, places that seem to have seen recent habitation...sure. But he's going to think twice about nicking a Health Potion that's been sitting on some dusty shelf in a forgotten crypt for how many hundreds of years. Or the food, for that matter.
He can whip up some mean potions though, and with some practice could be a decent cook though.
With these restrictions in place (Again, no Smithing and No Looting Bodies - meaning my only source of armor are vendors, quest rewards, and chests), I've thus begun my newest journey into the world of Skyrim.
Bjate Windcrow, late Stros M'kai, though he takes more after his mother who was a daughter of Skyrim. After his father died pushing the Dominion out of Hammerfell, Bjate and his mother struggled to earn a living on their small farm, but the infrequent rains became all the more infrequent and Bjate's mother developed a cough.
The long and short of it, Bjate left Hammerfell behind with the ashes of his mother and a promise on his lips to scatter her remains along the Sea of Ghosts in the town of her birth - Winterhold. It wasn't much of a town since the cataclysm, but it was her home. Besides, the sands were already reclaiming what small patch of fertile soil Bjate's father had managed to eke out of it.
Unfortunately, Bjate is the Hammerfell equivalent of a ignorant peasant, and woefully ignorant of the tribulations within Skyrim. Instead of scattering his mother's ashes along the Sea of Ghosts, she was scattered along the border as Bjate got caught up in a Imperial raid.
Through a series of incredible circumstances, Bjate finds himself in the company of a seasoned Legion veteran - Hadvar - trying to find some way out of Helgen...which is besieged by a creature that should not exist. Wearing a spare Legionnaire uniform and having picked up a heavy mace and shield, Bjate's main concern now is survival.
