» Sat Aug 25, 2012 12:55 am I've never done this before, I hope this is in the right section <3. Anyway, I love RPing in Elder Scrolls games, I mean thats what it is right? an RPG.. Most people forget about the RP part though
. So what am I gonna do? (If I can or am allowed on this forums, sorry again if I'm not) I am going to write out a story of my character, through journal entries.As I play, I'll be filling in what I did, etc. But I'll also be filling in more personal things as time goes on. It will be a story for you to read in the form of a journal. I hope, if I do it right, You'll fall in love with (or maybe hate) my character, but read it and enjoy it none the less, and the adventure she goes on as time goes on. I'm not a masterfull writer, so please forgive me.
I'll be updating this post until I hit the max characters, then I'll move it to a .txt file and update it as time goes on for you to download, and when I get time to actually play of course; and write out my story/journal in a way I hope, will be fun, amusing, exciting, and above all, enjoyable.
I do hope a few take interest <3 Either way, this is my first Journal Entry.
(Please Note: I will be revealing more about my character as time goes on, things I leave out, the way I write it, etc. is all due to my characters "personality", etc. Remember, its her writing her journal in the world of Skyrim not me.)
Fredas, 22nd of Lost Seed
I am Lady Athena, Honourable Knight of a house now gone. Alot has happend to me, and alot I feel will happen. Events are starting to unfold and I feel the Divines have a large part in, where this will lead me I do not know, but I feel I am wrapped up in it whether I like it or not.
To Summarize whats already happend to me, I was caught in the wrong place at the wrong time a few days ago. A horse thief, and apparenly the leader of a band of rebels who are currently fighting the Empire, the "Stormcloaks" as they call themselves Were near the road to the entrance of Skyrim. The horse thief passed me just as they ambushed us, with the leader of the rebels in tow. The Imperial Guards accused us of being in cahoots with these brigands, and no matter what we said, they wouldnt believe it, seems honor isnt with the Imperials much these days.
I was.. about to be beheaded, when a dragon showed up. A Dragon! I thought for sure if the axeman didnt miss my neck, the dragon would be sure to cover for his incompetance. Needless to say, since I'm writing this, neither killed me. Why did I survive?
Apparently I am Dragon-born, able to absorb the souls of dragons and learn their shouts. Imagine, me, a lowly Lady Knight. I wasnt even born in Skyrim! Cyrodill Knight caught in the wrong place at the wrong time from a Noble House now gone, a Dragonborn!
I had nothing on me at the time, but after doing a few side jobs in a town called Riverwood I was able to get some Iron and Steel weapons and armor for myself.
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I am writing this now to serve as a momento, last will, and testaments of a Knight who got caught up in the Divines grand plans. I was to search for some rebels for the King of Whiterun near the river, I seemed to have taken a detour and ended up at the bottom of the waterfall instead of the top. What a wierd layout Skyrim has. Anyway, I found a cave neatly hidden at the bottom. Ominous, bloody skeletons and heads on pikes. It didnt feel right, so I entered, my Knightly instincts and training of honour not allowing me to ignore it. Directly inside was a troll, after Lydia (My Housecarl) and I dispatched the foul creature, we dared not go farther, not tonight anyway. She is wounded, and I am very tired, the place is a mess. I dont know how long its been since the original inhabitants died, but they are bloody skeletons now. Though one lowly man is burnt on a stake in the ground. I wonder why..
They were probably bandits though, so I feel no real remorse for them. I shall continue exploring the cave after our rest, though I fear we may not get any, all there is to sleep on is bloody fur padding on the floor, so, I rest here, against the stone wall awaiting a sleepless night in a cave I feel itself does not want me to be. Whether I write another passage I suppose... we will see.
Loredas, 23rd of Lost Seed 4E 201
I woke today to the sound of grunting, I must of dozed off at some point last night. Remembering where I was, I quickly unsheathed my sword and followed the noises. Trolls! I'm amazed they never found us, we are lucky, or perhaps blessed by the Divines. We cleared the back rooms of the caves today, more trolls than I care to think of. Both Lydia and myself were badly wounded. We decided to use it as a safe haven for now, its well hidden. We'll rest, and heal for another day.
This cave makes me wonder though. Why so many bodies inside? Some skeletons, some not, when did the Trolls arrive? The whole thing seems fishy to me, but no matter. I suppose its beyond a Knight like me to comprehend anyway. I'm glad the Housecarl Lydia is good with her weapon, If not, my first entry in this journal would probably of been my last. To think, I was so close to becoming yet another unknown body among the wild beasts of Skyrim, perhaps never to be found again for years, or generations. This bone I hold in my hand now, who were they? Where did they come from? In who's keeping were they? hmm... its quite something.
Sundas 24th of Last Seed 4E 201
By the Nines! Even the Brigands and thiefs should have some type of honour! After leaving the cave and heading to the tower at the top to the brigands hideout, I talked to Lydia and told her I'd try to reason with them. hmpf, for all the good that did me, I have to say I was a little happy when I saw the bandit leaders body wash over the waterfall. Attacking a Knight who's weapon is sheathed and shield on her back in an ambush, dispicable. I miss the days of an honourable battle, one where I knew my opponent was worthy in the sense of equal honor, even with the disagreement of ideas and our ways.
I nearly died, again.. The years of not fighting have grown on me, I feel like a rusty sword, which has been neglected. I must practice, and hone my skills once again, its funny how quickly you grow accustomed to fine clothes, and fat foods. I must also see if that "college" up north truly can teach me about magic. I think learning a little healing spells may help for future battles. The Red Potions of health just reminds me of all the blood in battle, to see the white light of a healing spell instead, would be a welcome and fresh sight.
I must admit, Skyrim has its charm in scenery. A few times on my short walk back to Whiterun, I stopped and looked, Whiterun among the fog of morning, is quite beautiful, a castle ontop of a hill, apart from the obvious militaristic genius of this, its also beautiful. If only there was a way to capture the image on a scroll....
Its a good thing I didnt stick around though, upon entering Whiterun in the distance on the very road I crossed not 30 minutes ago, was a dragon. Ominous sight seeing it fly along the road searching for prey. Again I must think, am I blessed?
The candle on the table of the house I bought in Whiterun is running low. Its amazing how much gold you can get for the things you take from adventuring. I never understood why people became "Adventurers", I figured, why not put your life to good use being a soldier and Knight? I see now, there are many riches to be made, and even if you dont get riches, there is plenty of things to pawn off later. Blast me for not knowing anything about pick locking, sometimes the locks are weak enough I can pick it open, most times not, perhaps Lydia knows how, I will have to ask. My luck is not in the stars for lock picking....
Tommorrow proves to be a big day, I will take a carriage and go to the town this college is at, and find a person who can teach me some healing spells. Its a long Journey indeed.
