» Tue Apr 05, 2011 8:48 pm
Orc blood dripped from the steel warhammer of Wulfrik; the last of the vermin in the Privateer's Hold had been slain. Wulfrik was in a fowl temper of what happened last night after the boat he was sailing on capsized. He hefted his hammer on his back, scaled the wall, and made way for the exit, passing bodies of grotesquely slain bodies of rats, bats, and bandits. The cold dark night brought him some relief, as it somewhat reminded him of the snow covered wastes of Skyrim. Looking at the horizon he wandered off, to where and in what direction he didn't know. He arrived at an orchard early in the morning. There, he was given directions to Daggerfall and set off.
At he arrived at the great snow covered city of Daggerfall, but without a clue as to what he was supposed to do now. Apparently, he was supposed to be contacted by a person named Lady Brisienna, yet every time he searched for any information about her, the citizens of Daggerfall either gave him cold stares, or worthless information.
Seeing that he was now all on his own, he decided to look for work, ones that involved killing and lots of it. But first, it had been five days since he had any real rest, and decided to rent a room at the nearest tavern. After sleeping in the tavern, he looked around town for a job. When he went to the tailor, the owner of the store asked him to find an expensive book for a rather good pay. Had the tailor not told him that the book he was looking for was in a dungeon known to be quite dangerous, Wulfrik would have flatly refused and headbutt him for such a pathetic request. With a job in hand, he asked many of the citizens about the the Ruins of Gaerhart Manor. He was met with some hushed tones, and news of a recent argonian acolyte of Arkay who had been slain by either a lich, the plague, or ancient vampires. Wulfrik laughed at the worry of the citizens, bought a horse and a wagon, and left
There at the ruins, Wulfrik found most of the tails to be nothing but utter rubbish. The most dangerous thing there was a few spiders and bandits. He found the book after hardly any searching, and decided since he had more than a week to spare, he would see if the manor was indeed as dangerous as everyone had described it to be. After a day, he had bloodied the wall of the manor, and found no such ancients, liches, or any disease, let alone the supposed argonian Akary acolyte.
He returned to Daggerfall, sold all the loot he found, even if he was completely ripped off, he didn't care, and completed his task. He ended the day with massive drinking at one of the taverns, and passed out on the roof of a four floor building he didn't remember climbing.