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Hey Everyone

I want you guys to tell me what you want to see of this blog. As much as I love having the story I have trouble keeping it up when switching back and forth, breaking game play. I'm looking into getting some recording software and I'd like to put it on here and even livestream. What do you think? Let me know.

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New story in the process.

I may continue the story with Sirick. If i do not then I am in the process of making a story with a close and good friend of mine. a collaborative role play with both of our characters. We both feel it would be a lot of fun and we both know a lot of Skyrim to think we can pull this off successfully.

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Chapter 3 Delayed

Ok so chapter 3 will be delayed because tumblr thought it would be amusing to get rid of my draft. so I have to think back to everything i had done and write it, or press on. we will see.

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Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

The sun was high in the sky when he finally left town. His sword at his side, a fire spell in his hand. He stopped to look over the edge of the cliff and heard a shriek behind him and a tiny little goblin like creature rushed from the bushes, covered in furs with a short sword. It had a strange chattering sound emitting from it's mouth as it charged. Sirick readied himself for battle. He drew his sword and brought his Flames spell to level, firing off a spout of blue flame for a short time that seared the creatures chest to a charred black in seconds. The flame returned to orange and Sirick didn't have time to question it as the creatures sword made a slashing arc for his unprotected head. With his body covered in heavy steel, except his head in the mage hood he had to take caution more around that area. The hood offered no protection at all and every blow would more than likely be fatal. Another slash came from above as the tiny thing jumped and attempted a downward cut, which Sirick narrowly blocked, their swords ringing clear across the vast emptiness around them. He shot his flames again, catching it in the face, causing it to stumble, screaming in pain. He took no chances and drove his sword through the back of its neck, ending it's screams.

He removed his sword and searched through the remains, scavenging what he could. He was about to return to town, a mind to sell the items and try and pick up some gear and food. A pair of people, a man and a woman, calling themselves the Vigilants of Stenndar happened upon him as he finished with the body. They told him that the creature was a Riekling. It had been chased from the mountains because of a Dremora that had been causing havoc wherever it could. It was their duty to slay it, but they needed to rest and restock before making a venture up into the mountains.

The trio returned to town together, finding the guards in a panic. When they stopped one and asked what was going on the guard yelled that the dead were rising from their graves and attacking the towns folk. The town only had 3 guards, they were outnumbered almost right away. Sirick spotted two people he didn't recognize above the town, watching. The Vigilants drew their weapons. Necromancy was not tolerated in most places, the act of desecrating a grave even worse than reanimating fallen foes or allies. They rushed the two, who drew their small army around themselves, blocking off the Vigilants. Two guards lay still near the graveyard, having been caught by surprise. The third was trying to use a bow but was out of range of the necromancers. Sirick charged in, the situation fully assessed. Running to the side of the battle between the Vigilants and the six former villagers, he struck the one on the farthest right, lopping off it's head and turning to the necromancers just above them, firing a bolt of lightning, stopping one where he was, his limbs no longer responding to his command. He screamed in agony, his dagger dropping from his hand and his body crumpling to the ground when Sirick retracted the spell. Two of the dead villagers dropped, their bodies turning to ashes as the necromancer died.

Only one remained, already bringing life back into his comrades body. One Vigilant rushed the last living enemy, bursting through the last four villagers. He didn't see the fallen necromancer rise, and got a dagger in his back, the corpse falling onto him, driving it in deeper, paralyzing him. The living necromancer smiled wickedly, casting another spell on the lifeless Vigilant. Sirick heard a scream, the remaining Vigilant barely deflecting a blow as she saw her comrade fall. Sirick drew two Flames and rushed in, shooting spouts of flame, again they were blue, burning through the zombies and cooking the necromancer where he stood. Sirick saw the shimmer of a ward that shattered like glass under a rock from the intense heat of the dark flames. Sirick continued the spout until all the zombies around him turned to ash, and the Vigilant grabbed his shoulder, telling him it was done. She kneeled at her friend's side and Sirick looted what he could off the necromancers. She told Sirick to leave her, that she will make sure he finds rest in their Sanctuary. She lifted her hand, a mysterious green glow circling it. She looked him in the eyes. "Thank you warrior, you let him die." The glare she gave him was like acid, and she was gone. The last guard approached and explained that to themselves the Vigilants could do no wrong, and took no blame for their mistakes. Sirick shrugged and left without a word, going into the store and quickly selling everything, gone again in less than an hour.

The blue flames disturbed him as he walked, reflecting on the battles. When they began he felt no drain on his energy, and again later he felt none when he fought the necromancers. He decided to test out other spells to see what effects they had. He thought about how afraid he had been when he blocked the Riekling's slash that almost reached his head and felt a tinglign in his hand. He looked down and saw the red light swirling in his palm frmo his Fear spell. He focused and cast it, sending it off over the cliff and felt his energy drain, then suddenly he was better, right away able to cast another. He wondered what was causing it, but without knowing when it would ware off or when it actually started, there was no way to tell.

Sirick checked his map as he came to a hill rising into the mountain, which lead towards Saarthal. With the battles he had fought he knew he had to get stronger, that the creatures in the wild would tear him apart if he was not ready.  Heading towards the mark on his map he knew that training with Tolfdir was his best shot at surviving.

He arrived at nightfall, Saarthal's entrance, Tolfdir, and a few students waiting outside around a fire far below him in a pit. Sirick scaled down the ice walls, using the daggers he had found on the necromancers as hand holds, driving them into the ice and always hoping they would hold his weight. Eventually he reached the bottom, the sun just sinking below the rim of pit, plunging him into near darkness. He made his way towards the fire, Tolfdir exclaiming happily that their final student had caught up.

Upon entering Tolfdir went into a history lesson about the ruin, talking extensively on it's past and how large it was, but many passageways were still blocked off though. They reached the antechamber and Tolfdir broke them up, giving them job assignments. Sirick was told to find a mage named Arniel and help him with whatever he needed.

Arniel was a jumpy. fidgety man, his eyes always darting back and forth. He instructed Sirick to find the enchanted jewelery that was scattered about. He found three rings easily enough, and a necklace that was on a pedestal embedded in the wall. His fingers closed around it and pulled, the necklace resonating at his touch and bars slid shut behind him, trapping the dark elf and separating him from the others. Tolfdir came running and examined what he could. He told Sirick to put on the amulet and see what happens. The amulet fell onto his chest with a soft thump, and he felt the wall behind him resonate with the necklace, the curious metal tapping into his magicka. Tolfdir said to try a spell on the wall and when he did it fell way with a violent explosion. The way ahead was clear and the bars slid away, Tolfdir coming up smiling. "You did well Sirick. Come now, let's see where this goes."

The two went into the dark tunnel, Tolfdir bringing out a torch and walking ahead. After a few minutes they came into a room with three coffins against the walls and a table in the middle. Tolfdir went tot he table, sifting through papers and books ruined from the moisture and finding nothing of value when suddenly he stopped, the room around Sirick taking on a strange bluish colour and a spectral person appeared behind Tolfdir. "You have set this in motion that cannot be undone young mage. Judgement will be passed on your actions to come, and your destiny is entwined now with what lies ahead. The Psijic Order will step in and stop this power should you fail, but much will be destroyed should we march. Do not fail." With that the man was gone, Tolfdir standing, a confused look on his face. "I feel like I've been left out of something." Sirick explained about the Order. "That is strange. The Psijic have no connections with Saarthal... oh well. Let us press on, more may reveal itself."

With a loud crash the three cofins fell open and 3 corpses rose, old bodies with flesh hanging off and sword gripped in their bony hands. Sirick slashed off the arm of one, then it's head, Tolfdir warping one to fight for him then fighitng the third. Once it was dead Sirick took the head off Tolfdir's minion.

They pressed on, going through one of the coffin's that had no back and found themselves in a room with 8 similar coffins, grating across a circle in the floor adn bridge over that. Gate slammed down ahead of them and behidn the pair, and four coffins were pushed open, their lids cracking upon impact and their occupants rushing out, calling for blood. Sirick and Tolfdir stood back to back on the bridge, two coing from each side. Sirick's sword parried the flirst blow, and shooting a small blizzard from his other hand, slowing the corpses long enough for him to take off it's head. Then he pulled out two Flames spells and unleashed them on the other. Tolfdir cast a magical barrier over himself as strong oak and shot lightning at them both, locking their bodies until they dropped.

Tolfdir was interested int he room and told Sirick to press on, and that they would meet up after he inspected more. The other rooms had stronger dead rising, some using spells as well and one using strange words that shot a force at Sirick, stumbling him. The battles were intense but as he made it through the fourth room he heard Tolfdir behind him, calling for him to wait. Together they entered the final room, coming out onto a ledge above the main area. Below them and at the back of the room a large orb floated behind a field of magic, and closer a body sat in a chair. The head was turned toward them and a growl passed from it's long dead throat. "I am Jyrick Gauldurson, protector of this tomb! You have defiled our resting place and shall pay by joining my ranks!" He leapt onto the table, strewing papers and books and small tools all over the floor. The pair of wizards unleashed their spells on him, both using Sparks to try and drain any magical energy he had. Nothing affected the guardian though as he threw his head back and roared with laughter. "Nothing seems to be working. Look the same energy is surrounding him as the orb. I'm going to try and drain it so it can't protect him as well, you take care of Jyrick." Tolfdir said as he ran to the end of the balcony and vaulted off, Jyrick turning to Sirick. "Ready to die elf?"he said, grinning with his lip less mouth. "Not yet to be honest." Sirick replied. The barrier around him faded and Sirick shot the lightning again, Jyrick roaring with pain and running up the stairs, throwing spikes of ice at Sirick who narrowly dodged them. Sirick drew his sword still throwing electricity at the approaching mass of bone and old flesh. He was large enough to carry and swing a sword in one hand that should have needed two. The large sword swung fast, which was blocked by Sirick but the force sent him flying into the wall. He ducked as the metal struck the wall above his head, sparks showering down around him. He drew his Flames spell and sent it into Jyrick's chest. The force caused him to go off balance and Sirick rushed him, sending them careening over the edge of the landing and drove his sword into Jyrick;s neck, the impact severing it from his body.

Tolfdir approached and smiled. "You are either daring or a fool, but either worked in this case." He went to the table and lifted a staff, examined it and offered it to Sirick. "You've earned this. Now I have one more task to ask of you." Sirick took the staff. "What would that be?" he asked, giving the staff a once over before turning back to the old man. "I dare not leave this unattended,"he gestured to the orb. ",return to the college and inform the Arch-Mage of our discovery. Have him send a team to help me return it." Sirick nodded and made for the back of the room, going through a door and finding a room empty except for heavy foliage, a large chest full of valuable items, and a strange wall with lettering carved all over it in a language Sirick didn't understand. He figured Tolfdir would see it and so he left, making his way down a side passage that took him to a room just inside the ruin. He pushed open the door, stepping out into the night.

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Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

Sirick stepped into the blistering cold. Armor he had been left with becoming cold and chilling him to the core. The wind hadn't died down from the early morning and it seemed a blizzard was threatening the horizon. He immediately made his way to the north end of town, and up the ramp to the college entrance where he met Faralda. 

Faralda gave him a look of disgust. High Elves have always looked down on the Dark Elves. The high elves think themselves better than almost all races if not all of them, but see dark elves as the lowest form or life aside from the beast races. Faralda was no different, having been raised in the Summerset Isles, the home of her people. She drew an ice spell in her hands, ready to strike, but saw no malice in Sirick's eyes and reconsidered. He caught this but didn't ask, wanting to enter the college.

"What business do you have here dark elf?" she said in a disdainful tone."The college is a place of respectable magic, not your filthy necromancy." This filled Sirick with an instinctual rage, though he could not say why. "I'm here to find a way to retrieve my memories. Kindly step aside before I'm force to throw you over the side of this bridge." he drew his own fire spell and his steel sword. She smiled at him wickedly. "A tempting offer, but no. The college has too few of numbers to turn away applicants and those seeking knowledge. The Arch-Mage will know how to handle you, though I'm sure you will find him sympathetic. You scum have been slowly flocking here, infesting this college with your stink." It took a great amount of willpower for Sirick to sheathe his weapon but he did, figuring this was the only place in Skyrim where he might find aid.

Faralda showed him an illusion spell called Fear and had him cast it to show his prowess. He was able to but the spell was of a higher level than he knew how to properly control, so it drained him considerably. The sudden drain left him light headed and ready to drop but he wouldn't show this fiend in elf form any weakness, so they proceeded up to the college.

She talked about the college but he hardly listened, making his way across a broken section of the bridge slowly, almost losing his balance. The fall was immense. If he slipped he would surely die on impact with the ground, or smash his body off the rock. 

Faralda took her leave at the gate, pointing out where to find the woman in charge of new applicants. A Breton woman named Mirabelle was arguing with another high elf named Ancano. Something was different about him though. His robes were not the attire he had noticed on the other college inhabitants and his skin had a sickly colour even for a high elf. 

"The Thalmor get no special treatment here Ancano. We are not with the Empire, so you are no differently treated than any other guest to the college. The Arch-Mage is busy and will see you when he has time." Mirabelle was obviously annoyed with the elf. "See to it that he has time soon. I do not like to be kept waiting." Ancano snapped as he stormed off, bumping into Sirick with enough force to cause himself to stumble while Sirick stood still, staring down the fragile looking elf. Ancano growled under his breath and left, Sirick turning to Mirabelle.

"I was told you could direct me. I'm looking for someone to help me regain my memories." Mirabelle was calm and collected, unreadable. "We don't have anyone here that could help with that. There are few magic users who could wipe someones memories, and fewer who could reverse it." Sirick felt his heart drop, there was so much he knew he had forgotten, and he also wanted revenge on the woman who had stolen those memories. "I would like to train here then. I have a feeling I can become a strong wizard, maybe even strong enough to help myself." He said, trying to be optimistic. "That's not advisable. Spells of the mind shouldn't be cast on oneself. Who knows what damage it could do; but we are happy to help in anyway we can, and are delighted to have a new student.

Mirabelle showed Sirick where he would be sleeping and where lessons would be taken, as well as the location of the library and the Arch-Mage's chambers. A dark elf named Drevis approached them and they had a short conversation about the energy focal points around the college. Mirabelle said she could spare no one to cleanse them so Drevis turned to Sirick.

"If you find you have time I want you to take these gloves and go around to the focal points. just let the gloves do their work and it'll be over in no time.... Just be careful." Drevis shoved the gloves into Sirick's hands before he could decline and was gone even faster. "Don't worry about him, he never has been one to stick around when he is done something. Always trying out new illusion spells and testing old ones to improve them. Come Sirick, Tolfdir, your instructor has more than likely already started his lesson. Tend to the focal points later, it would be a good exercise to get yourself used to raw magical energy." Mirabelle turned and started towards the main hall.

Tolfdir turned out to be an old Nord, who was obsessed with the safety of his students. The lesson he taught was about a spell type called wards. They act as a shield to stop spells. He taught Sirick the lowest level of wards, showing him how to stand for maximum impact absorbing, and how to fuse two into a single shield to make it stronger. Sirick wasn't able to get the single shield but Tolfdir explained that it isn't very useful in battle unless you have a companion who will be your offense while you are the defense.

At the end of the lesson Tolfdir marked each student's map with the location of a ruin somewhat nearby called Saarthal. He said to meet there to get the next lesson. He told them he would wait until everyone had showed up to begin, or a week at latest. He warned them all to make sure they were ready to battle the elements, for the mountains were unforgiving to those who didn't prepare.

Everyone was dismissed and Sirick decided that he had some time to cleanse the focal points. Donning the gloves he went about the college, the tuning gloves converting the raw energy into soul gems at two points, and dissipating it in the third. The last point was in the hall where Sirick's room was so he went in and settled. Sorting out the room only took a few minutes, the college had provided him with some garments for formal use, but other than that only a few ingredients for alchemy and an old book.

The town below the college had very little to offer from what he saw that morning but it was the only shot he had to prepare. The general store had nothing to offer him so he sold the few things he had that he didn't need and went over to the inn again. The only work to be found was a bounty on the head of a bandit the Jarl had put out. The innkeeper showed Sirick the location but it was on the far western side of the mountain, and unreachable for the time being.

It was time to set out. He figured that he would find a few animals along the way and he could find some kind of shelter. The world loomed up before him as he faced the road south. A mountain looming high overhead to his right, and fields of ice and snow to his left. the stony road the only this to be seen for miles on the clear afternoon.

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New Story Type

I've decided to try my hand at making this into a story. The prologue is in first person but the rest will more than likely be in third. Hope you all enjoy it. "Chapters" may or may not come out regularly. I use the term chapter loosely because I honestly don't know when they will start, end, or where they will go. 

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Prologue

I awoke this morning in the middle of a mountain of snow and ice, the landscape falling away into the distance. It was dark and freezing. I could remember nothing of why i was here, who i was, or where I had come from.

There was a hastily scribbled note in my pocket. I couldn't make it out in the dark very well. I did make out the words fire and magic. At the thought i felt heat in my hand and looked down to see it glowing orange. When i pulled it away from the note a small flame sprang to life, greedily licking at the air. The note read:

Sirick. Something has happened and I can't remember what, the memories are fading rapidly into darkness. You have strong magic locked away inside you. I remember you trained for years under someone very powerful. I can't remember very much other than basic control of fire, ice, and lightning. something involving fear as well, and the dead. I'm not sure what any of them are or how you'll remember, but hopefully you don't freeze out here. Who am I writing to again? Why am i here? It's so cold. Hopefully whoever you are you fare better than I have.

Sirick.. is that my name? I think so, but I'm not sure.

- a wanderer I guess.

I stood and decided I couldn't staythere. The elements would surely kill me if I don't leave. I spotted the glow of a castle far in the distance, the moon was bright enough I can see an outline. I don't know who lives there but maybe they can be of assistance.

A town loomed over the hills to the west of me, south of the castle. I made for the refuge of anywhere, coming to a building called an inn. A woman clad in furs and steel told me I shouldn't be walking around at night alone and brought me inside. She lead me to a man called an innkeeper and had me rent a room. I went and layed down for a few hours of fitful sleep in the warmth the building provided. 

In the dream I heard a woman's voice. She spoke of dark magic and that it should never have been awoken. She barked a command and I grew dizzy. There was darkness everywhere, and I couldn't breathe, but I somehow knew we were outside. I awoke with a start, a sheen of sweat covering me head to toe. The innkeeper's daughter was standing in the doorway, terrified. I looked at my hand to see the flame there again. She ran before I could say anything.

The warmth of the main hall is invited me and I followed its call. the innkeeper Dagur, and his wife gave me some food for breakfast and we discussed what I can remember, which is very little. Neither had ever seen me before and said I should look into the college. If it was a spell they might be able to lift it and if not they are apparently always looking for new students.

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Sirick the Wanderer

Race - Dark Elf

Name - Sirick

Born - Vivec City

History - Unknown

Morals - Unknown, but he thinks he was a decent person.

Skill Sets - Unknown.

Before theres any confusion this all works into the story. 

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For all the fans of The Epic Scrolls

I am working on a character as a successor to Lazara. I'm already working on a bio and the character itself but I want the world to be almost the same as Lazara left it. That way I can pick up right where it was left off and make another story. Granted this wasn't very well planned but if you bare with me you'll get the posts. With school and other stuff ti's going to take a little bit of time but I'll try and keep everyone updated.

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Emlovasz Thanks for the follow

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Ultimate Demise

Lazara has fallen. A pair of assassin's had teamed up with a group of vampires. Upon leaving her house she was ambushed. The vampires summed Gargoyles and Deathhounds, distracting Lazara. While she cut down many the assassin's leveled their daedric bows and arrows with her heart, takign their time before letting fly, both piercing her back.

Rayya, Ma'isha, and Ysolda fled during the battle, and since they weren't part of the contract, were allowed to live, the word spreading that the Dragonborn had fallen.

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I spent most of my watch gathering firewood last night, giving us an ample supply. The road grows more perilous as the warring factions set out more patrols. I kill both equally, so they won't bat an eye for my death.

After killed a group of justicars and walking with a herd of horses, we found Swindler's Den, where Kematu was holed up.

Upon entering it was confirmed Kematu was here. Some bandits standing guard were talking about having them inside, and how they shouldn't be trusted.

I could hear them talking outside a tunnel with a small waterfall.  It was a perfect ambush for them and there was no way I could sneak in without being seen. It was going to be a bloodbath.

There were many but we prevailed, Kematu had tried to make me an offer, saying Saadia was a traitor and was wanted brought back alive to Hammerfell. I decided she was the one I would help and we slaughtered them.

We returned to Whiterun and sold the spoils of all our recent adventures. I gave Evarwyn a bit of a bonus and a few days off.  I told him to meet me at my home on the 20th and we shall continue our adventures.

As I was selling some potions the woman running the alchemy shop called me a "hardy Nord"... I'm a tiny female Woodelf. I hate these natives. They are thicker than the hide's they wear.

I finished up my errands in Whiterun and found Ysolda. I asked if she would like to spend a few days at my home. She was hesitant but agreed when I promised that if she didn't enjoy herself then I would bring her back to Whiterun in the morning.

We set off for home, Ysolda riding on the back of my saddle and watching the scenery go by.

We arrived just before nightfall so Rayya and I made up a large setting of food. We laughed, ate, and had a great time, putting Ma'isha to bed before breaking into the wine in the cellar. Rayya told me of some of the things that had happened around the homestead, like some bandits near Pinewatch that she took care of, and how she had been doing some hunting lately as well.

They turned in somewhere around midnight. I am down in the basement right now, fixing my armor and will head to bed shortly. Ysolda is in my bed right now and made a gesture for me to join her soon. I should hurry up this entry and finish my task at hand. Don't want to make her wait too long, she had drank enough to put a Giant out.

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Day 32

Tirdas, 16th of Heartfire, 4E 201

We set out just after dawn, me anxious to move on. The area had been inhospitable for sleep with the feeling seeping in through the night. Something dark was present here and I was not about to stay and find out what it was.

As we rode a dragon flew overhead and we readied for battle, but it flew on, not interested in us.

We met a noble on the road who was less than courteous. Thinking I'm below him should have been the last mistake of his life but Evarwyn brought up the point that we should press on. The wildlife in this area will take care of that noble. I'm just loathe to think I wont be there to see his face as he is ripped apart by a werewolf or bear.

I saw a pair of bears and fired a few arrows with my longbow. I missed them so I got off and moved closer with my regular bow. We were then ambushed by a group of Forsworn. A rag tag bunch in the furs of animals living off the land.

After the battle I sorted some armor into North Wind's pack and gave some armor and weapons to Evarwyn. It'll help keep him alive. We went and looted their camp as well. 

Above us I spotted a strange dragon. It looked like it was only bone, with the flesh stripped away. As we looted it swooped down on us, Evarwyn calling out while I was inside a tent.

I ran outside as it landed, a yellow light in front of me and a mechanical spider forming, springing out at me. Evarwyn cut it down as I pulled my bow and turned tot he metal dragon, it's body a mess or moving parts, like some kind of machine.

I decide we should go off road, Evarwyn said He'd find another way around, not trusting to keep his horse alive through the mountain terrain. North Wind had a slow time but we mad it through.

While alone I was set upon by some ghastly creature. It spoke in weird tongues, the word Goblin being the only one I could understand. i fired a few arrows, crippling it then slitting it's throat, putting it out of it's misery. 

We passed an Orc stronghold on our adventure, the inhabitants inhospitable. I think I would have killed them anyways. 

I finally found Bodean's Pass around midday. Gosh was supposed to be inside. I smiled at Evarwyn and told him: "Let's go kill the one who killed the Slayer of Giants.

As I dismounted North Wind there was a strange rumbling. We moved inside quickly, loosely tethering the horses. We snuck along the cave, keeping tot he walls, fire lanterns above us hanging close, row upon row of them as far back as I could see.

The path ahead was blocked, but Evarwyn spotted another way around, covered in spider webs... It wasn't going to be fun. they fell easier than expected though, well placed Iron arrows taking out all four.

The cave also had a group of Redguard smuggler. We had no way of knowing their numbers aside form the first three that attacked us. They were battle hardened and took quite the beating from Evarwyn and me. I found a few of their strange curved blades. Like the ones Rayya carries and 20 bowls of moon sugar.

I found the entrance to Barlok's pass. He was nearby, and I woudl have the pleasure of taking his life. As I stepped out of the cave I saw him. He was just wandering around, unaware of my presence. I wanted my first shot to do as much damage as possible so I pulled out my longbow and equipped my single Daedric arrow, Ebony ones ready for my other shots.

As he ran at us Evarwyn charged as well, Barlok was enormous, standing taller than trees, he knocked Evarwyn into the wall and focused on me. I ran along the rock face and jumped to a small ledge, peppering him with arrows.

The battle raged for hours, Evarwyn ad I keeping a distance as he chased us. Eventually we reached a point he couldn't follow and he started throwing anything he could find. As his throws weakened and his body slumped slightly from blood loss I drew my daggers and ran in, cutting at the muscles in his legs.

I decided next we would head back into the Whiterun hold and find and killed the leader of the Alik'r for Saadia. Perhaps she would be... more generous with her reward in her gratitude.

On our trip just before we made camp we were stopped by a thief who had some very expensive armor. Using my feminine charms I convinced him I had no gold on me... and then his mistake to trust me was the last thought he had. I slit his throat when he turned his back, taking his glass armor and equipping my new glass dagger.

I slid off North Wind and talked to a courier for a minute. Then stabbed him in the back. Someone at a place called Broken Tower Redoubt was asking for reinforcements. Too bad they wont arrive.

I crafted us a larger tent this time with three bedrolls. It will allow for another person to stay with us should we find someone on the road in need of camp. I gathered some more wood and settled in for the night, Evarwyn taking the first watch.