» Fri May 27, 2011 2:18 am
Right then. This here is supposed to be some sort of journal of my travels here in this schizophrenic swamp. My name is Argoth Maximillian. I'm a male Argonian Ranger and currently sipping some sujamma in Balmora after earning a rather pleasant amount of septims. Of course, it took about two months to actually get that much. Did I mention I arrived in this miserable and racist place two months ago?
Well I'll try to remember as best as I can without that idiotic Dunmer calling me "Outlander" every five minutes. After being rudely awakened and kicked out from my nonexistent bunk by a pervert Dunmer, yelled at by an Imperial guard as well as having to go through hours of paperwork by no other than a demented Breton cretin who kept forgetting everything I told him just because he refused to actually let me do the writing, I was at least somewhat content with getting off of that ship. And as if that wasn't enough, another pompous Imperial, who was trying to "impress" me with his superior upper body strength, told me about how I was sent here on the Emperor's request. He gave me some directions to someone named Caius Cosades, as well as an encrypted package. Off I go to adventure this cesspit of a swamp with nothing other than 87 septims.
"Yay, this is going to be awesome…" I thought sarcastically while being rudely interrupted from my daydreaming by this rather odd fellow. He said his name was Fargoth and that he wanted a ring from me. I remembered that I did actually pick up one ring that matched his descriptions, so out of the chance of examining the good will of this island's population, I gave him his ring. His reaction was unpleasant, unfortunately. You're not supposed to get that close to a stranger who just happened to find your ring which would eventually just end up in the "Lost-and-Found" office!
Anyways, where was I? Right, so after the rather uncomfortable first meeting with the native population, I thought to myself:
"How in Dagon's name am I going to make some cash around here, when "here" is a rusty cauldron with a heterogeneous mix of races who throw prejudices and profanity from Hammerfell to Argonia."
My only idea was to start a criminal life. A little off from my ranger archetype character, but hey, a lizard got to make a living somehow. The Census and Excise warehouse was a perfect target and with the key stolen from that macho Imperial, this heist would be as simple as licking the sap from the Hist while stealing a Dunmer's favorite Dwemer puzzle box.
After narrowly avoiding the guard's attention, I managed to steal some weapons, armor, a Cat's candy and soft drink, some odd looking food, and some pillows. A quick trip to the local shop and I made myself a small amount of septims and got some lousy armor and a long sword. Was it worth it? Only time would tell. But I wasn't going to start a philosophical monologue, I needed to make some more money and avoid the Census and Excise office until further notice. So I got out of Dodge, well Seyda Neen but it doesn't describe the place. Dodge is better, as you want to dodge and avoid that town at all costs. On the way out though, this "all high-and-mighty" Altmer female makes some racist remark of how she is supposed "help those less fortunate" and so on. She never realized at first how much I wanted to see her dead on the street along with that Bosmer, but I guess she stopped after my eyes set a plant ablaze.
My "destination" would be Balmora, but screw that. I was going to explore this cave right here outside Dodge, brutally murder any resistance and steal all their possessions for my own evil purposes! Well, I was actually going to sell them but any useful possessions would still be mine. Inside this damp cave, I found not only a wicked new rapier, but also some of my kinsmen! But it appears these bandits were no other than slavers. Stupid Armistice, it's still allowing the Dunmer to enslave my people. But my kinsmen and the other cats inside the pens didn't have anything to worry about, as the "clean and legit through-and-through" ranger Argoth Maximillian was coming to the rescue. And they went free, free to wander this cesspool. What good fate the powers that be bestowed upon them. I was going to give them some pocket money but their pants didn't exactly have any pockets. So I went on to hit the road again. And towards Hla Oad it seemed. Hopefully, it was going to be more interesting than Dodge, or perhaps less interesting depending on how one would see it.