BIGwooly
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Very cool. I'll look for it when I get a chance. I've been out of town for a week and just got back, and leaving again tomorrow.
Nord Refugee Character Diary - Hrisskar III
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Very cool. I'll look for it when I get a chance. I've been out of town for a week and just got back, and leaving again tomorrow.
BIGwooly
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lol .. awesome.
Hack 'n' Slash Devotee
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Really enjoying this journal. Please keep up the good work!
BIGwooly
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Will do! Almost back from vacation .. then I can start playing again, lol.
BIGwooly
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- Sundas, 26th of Morning Star, 4E 202 -
Falmer. Not what I expected to find in that nightmarish cave. Spiders were bad enough.
But now I know what is terrorizing the travelers on the road, and possibly what ended the lives of the men from the camp I now sit at. I spotted the first this morning, deep inside the cave just after killing another pair of small spiders. It was a falmer bowman. A lookout. I used only arrows to bring him down.
Just beyond his post I spotted another lookout. I struck him with a poisoned arrow and he left his ledge to come find me. I drew my poisoned mace and waited. Moments later he was right in front of me, and I sprung from the shadows to beat him into oblivion. But he had company, a second falmer with an axe of sorts.
I wasn't prepared for fight like this, so I struck once and then turned and ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I didn't stop until I reached the cave entrance. It seemed I had lost them, so I waited to make sure.
After a few minutes my confidence returned and I pushed back into the cave. I made sure to reapply poison to my mace and to one of my arrows.
After a bit of careful hiking I spotted the falmer scout again, back on his ledge. I dropped him in a lifeless heap with a pair of arrows. As I started to move forward the axe-wielding falmer appeared. I quickly switched to my mace and shield, but not fast enough. He was able to strike me hard with the axe, and then proceeded to block my return strike. Things were not looking good as blood from a head wound drained into my eyes. Again I turned and ran, never once looking behind me.
I arrived back at the cave entrance and finally turned around. I was crouched low in the standing water, suppressing my heavy breathing the best I could. To my surprise the falmer appeared at the end of the tunnel, and lumbered my way.
I tensed, and was moments from fleeing the cave when he suddenly stopped and headed back into the cave. He had given up the chase.
I spent the rest of the day hauling what I could from the cave back to Solitude. My coinpurse was in dire straights and needed some help. After several trips I had around two hundred and fifty gold pieces, and decided to spend half of that on a petty soul gem. If I was going to clear out this cave I was going to need more help from my mace. The gem was able to restore a decent bit of the mace's magical power, but it was not going to be a long-term solution. I would have to purchase another gem soon.
With my mace glowing again like a fiery ember, I headed back to the cave and confronted the falmer with the axe. I managed to get two arrows off before I had to switch to my mace and shield combo. He charged in and was in mid-swing when I struck him hard with my shield. It stopped his swing and I drove my mace through the air at him. To my annoyance I managed to just miss, and he came at me again with the axe. Once again I stopped his swing, and this time I followed with a crushing blow.
As I tried to follow up with a series of lighter blows he blocked me, and retaliated with his own heavy swing. With blood in my eyes again I instinctively tried to shout fear at him, but I had nothing. It had been less than a day still and my nord-born ability hadn't returned. In a panic I flurried with my mace twice, and then followed with a heavy strike. I was afraid to turn my back and run because if he hit me in the back it would likely be the end of me.
Luckily my lumbering swing crushed his skull and he fell into the water a bloody mess. My heart was racing and my breath was gone, but I was still alive.
I gathered what I could carry and headed back to Solitude once more. I needed to purchase some food anyways for myself and my horse. It was dark by the time I headed back out to the camp. The sky however, was lit tonight by an almost magical light, and its beauty was a comfort on the lonely trip back.
Falmer. Not what I expected to find in that nightmarish cave. Spiders were bad enough.
But now I know what is terrorizing the travelers on the road, and possibly what ended the lives of the men from the camp I now sit at. I spotted the first this morning, deep inside the cave just after killing another pair of small spiders. It was a falmer bowman. A lookout. I used only arrows to bring him down.
Just beyond his post I spotted another lookout. I struck him with a poisoned arrow and he left his ledge to come find me. I drew my poisoned mace and waited. Moments later he was right in front of me, and I sprung from the shadows to beat him into oblivion. But he had company, a second falmer with an axe of sorts.
I wasn't prepared for fight like this, so I struck once and then turned and ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I didn't stop until I reached the cave entrance. It seemed I had lost them, so I waited to make sure.
After a few minutes my confidence returned and I pushed back into the cave. I made sure to reapply poison to my mace and to one of my arrows.
After a bit of careful hiking I spotted the falmer scout again, back on his ledge. I dropped him in a lifeless heap with a pair of arrows. As I started to move forward the axe-wielding falmer appeared. I quickly switched to my mace and shield, but not fast enough. He was able to strike me hard with the axe, and then proceeded to block my return strike. Things were not looking good as blood from a head wound drained into my eyes. Again I turned and ran, never once looking behind me.
I arrived back at the cave entrance and finally turned around. I was crouched low in the standing water, suppressing my heavy breathing the best I could. To my surprise the falmer appeared at the end of the tunnel, and lumbered my way.
I tensed, and was moments from fleeing the cave when he suddenly stopped and headed back into the cave. He had given up the chase.
I spent the rest of the day hauling what I could from the cave back to Solitude. My coinpurse was in dire straights and needed some help. After several trips I had around two hundred and fifty gold pieces, and decided to spend half of that on a petty soul gem. If I was going to clear out this cave I was going to need more help from my mace. The gem was able to restore a decent bit of the mace's magical power, but it was not going to be a long-term solution. I would have to purchase another gem soon.
With my mace glowing again like a fiery ember, I headed back to the cave and confronted the falmer with the axe. I managed to get two arrows off before I had to switch to my mace and shield combo. He charged in and was in mid-swing when I struck him hard with my shield. It stopped his swing and I drove my mace through the air at him. To my annoyance I managed to just miss, and he came at me again with the axe. Once again I stopped his swing, and this time I followed with a crushing blow.
As I tried to follow up with a series of lighter blows he blocked me, and retaliated with his own heavy swing. With blood in my eyes again I instinctively tried to shout fear at him, but I had nothing. It had been less than a day still and my nord-born ability hadn't returned. In a panic I flurried with my mace twice, and then followed with a heavy strike. I was afraid to turn my back and run because if he hit me in the back it would likely be the end of me.
Luckily my lumbering swing crushed his skull and he fell into the water a bloody mess. My heart was racing and my breath was gone, but I was still alive.
I gathered what I could carry and headed back to Solitude once more. I needed to purchase some food anyways for myself and my horse. It was dark by the time I headed back out to the camp. The sky however, was lit tonight by an almost magical light, and its beauty was a comfort on the lonely trip back.
BIGwooly
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- Morndas, 3rd of Sun's Dawn, 4E 202 -
It's been more than a week since I last touched these pages. I wish I could say the cave was cleared and my pockets and belly were full, but that's not the case. Instead, I'm down to barely fifty gold pieces and I most of the past days in bed. Worse yet, my mace is once again powerless and I don't have the gold to remedy that.
Today I made another attempt at the cave but had to use my shout of fear when a bowman archer caught me in close quarters and nearly killed me. I finished him off, just barely, while chasing him through the cave tunnels. But without my shout to rely on I felt it best to just return to the cave late tomorrow.
Instead I headed back up to Solitude to sell some void salts that I found on the dead Falmer. On the way I came across a noble with an imperial escort. I hastily set up an ambush, but they were moving too quickly and I ended up having to fire my arrows from long range. Eight arrows loosed and not a single hit. Pathetic. I suppose I'm rusty from a week on my back.
I tried to chase them down on foot but by the time I caught up they were nearly to Solitude and I could already see other imperial guards on the road. I had to give up the attack. I can't risk a fight with several imperials.
So tonight I'm nearly out of gold, nearly out of arrows, short a few poison potions due to poor bowmanship and just generally in a poor mood overall. I hope a night's rest will help, although I'm really tiring of these bedrolls in the camp.
It's been more than a week since I last touched these pages. I wish I could say the cave was cleared and my pockets and belly were full, but that's not the case. Instead, I'm down to barely fifty gold pieces and I most of the past days in bed. Worse yet, my mace is once again powerless and I don't have the gold to remedy that.
Today I made another attempt at the cave but had to use my shout of fear when a bowman archer caught me in close quarters and nearly killed me. I finished him off, just barely, while chasing him through the cave tunnels. But without my shout to rely on I felt it best to just return to the cave late tomorrow.
Instead I headed back up to Solitude to sell some void salts that I found on the dead Falmer. On the way I came across a noble with an imperial escort. I hastily set up an ambush, but they were moving too quickly and I ended up having to fire my arrows from long range. Eight arrows loosed and not a single hit. Pathetic. I suppose I'm rusty from a week on my back.
I tried to chase them down on foot but by the time I caught up they were nearly to Solitude and I could already see other imperial guards on the road. I had to give up the attack. I can't risk a fight with several imperials.
So tonight I'm nearly out of gold, nearly out of arrows, short a few poison potions due to poor bowmanship and just generally in a poor mood overall. I hope a night's rest will help, although I'm really tiring of these bedrolls in the camp.
BIGwooly
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Haha, so true!
BIGwooly
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- Turdas, 6th of Sun's Dawn, 4E 202 -
I've grown weary of the cave. I felt like I was losing my soul in it, one day at a time. With no arrows and barely any gold left, I decided to make a trip to Markarth. I still have the note in my pocket from a certain someone who wants to purchase my bow. I really don't want to sell it, but I need the gold desperately now. Not much of a choice, really.
So this morning I left the cave and headed into the wilderness towards Markarth. Or at least that's what I thought. A half-day of wandering later and I found myself on a high ridge overlooking Dragon Bridge. At some point I had somehow gone in the wrong direction.
My frustration was thick like gloomy fog. No money. No arrows. Unable to finish clearing the falmer out of the cave. On a mission to sell a bow I didn't want to sell. And on top of it all I had wasted half the day getting lost. There was no point brooding over things, though, so I turned Kili around and headed back into the woods.
I spent the rest of the day doing my best to avoid bandits and wolves .. sabre cats and bears. I wasn't always successful and had to urge Kili to outrun several fiends. She's a good horse and always listens to me, even when she shouldn't. Like when I drove us over the edge of a small cliff while trying to escape some bandits. It was somewhat poor horsemanship on my part, and not really Kili's fault. But she screamed in pain regardless on the landing. For a moment I thought I was going to lose her, but she survived the fall even with me atop her. I count my blessings today, praise Mara.
Later in the evening I came back across a group of bandits that had chased me earlier. I was doubling back down a trail that led nowhere. The bandits were all dead, and I thought I had caught some great fortune. Their bodies would be ripe for stripping of valuables.
But as I approached I spotted a man with a hatchet and he spotted me as well. In a gruff voice he warned me to stay away from his loot. So I did. Too bad, though. I could really use some gold in my pocket.
As darkness lay upon the land I finally found Markarth and stabled Kili. She could probably use a good night's rest more than me at this point.
No sooner had I entered the city than I witnessed a murder right in front of my eyes. A crazy man pulled a knife out and stabbed lady at a produce stall. I stood perfectly still as I watched the guard swoop in and swiftly put the man down. It was a chilling thing to witness .. and no one seemed to want to talk about the man and his babbling about 'forsworn'. That's fine by me. I don't need any more drama on my plate.
Tonight I get a good meal and a good bed. Tomorrow I sell my precious bow and leave this crazy town.
I've grown weary of the cave. I felt like I was losing my soul in it, one day at a time. With no arrows and barely any gold left, I decided to make a trip to Markarth. I still have the note in my pocket from a certain someone who wants to purchase my bow. I really don't want to sell it, but I need the gold desperately now. Not much of a choice, really.
So this morning I left the cave and headed into the wilderness towards Markarth. Or at least that's what I thought. A half-day of wandering later and I found myself on a high ridge overlooking Dragon Bridge. At some point I had somehow gone in the wrong direction.
My frustration was thick like gloomy fog. No money. No arrows. Unable to finish clearing the falmer out of the cave. On a mission to sell a bow I didn't want to sell. And on top of it all I had wasted half the day getting lost. There was no point brooding over things, though, so I turned Kili around and headed back into the woods.
I spent the rest of the day doing my best to avoid bandits and wolves .. sabre cats and bears. I wasn't always successful and had to urge Kili to outrun several fiends. She's a good horse and always listens to me, even when she shouldn't. Like when I drove us over the edge of a small cliff while trying to escape some bandits. It was somewhat poor horsemanship on my part, and not really Kili's fault. But she screamed in pain regardless on the landing. For a moment I thought I was going to lose her, but she survived the fall even with me atop her. I count my blessings today, praise Mara.
Later in the evening I came back across a group of bandits that had chased me earlier. I was doubling back down a trail that led nowhere. The bandits were all dead, and I thought I had caught some great fortune. Their bodies would be ripe for stripping of valuables.
But as I approached I spotted a man with a hatchet and he spotted me as well. In a gruff voice he warned me to stay away from his loot. So I did. Too bad, though. I could really use some gold in my pocket.
As darkness lay upon the land I finally found Markarth and stabled Kili. She could probably use a good night's rest more than me at this point.
No sooner had I entered the city than I witnessed a murder right in front of my eyes. A crazy man pulled a knife out and stabbed lady at a produce stall. I stood perfectly still as I watched the guard swoop in and swiftly put the man down. It was a chilling thing to witness .. and no one seemed to want to talk about the man and his babbling about 'forsworn'. That's fine by me. I don't need any more drama on my plate.
Tonight I get a good meal and a good bed. Tomorrow I sell my precious bow and leave this crazy town.
Gemini Sierra
Pre-emptive Salvage Specialist
I'm curious, what's this bow you say you got a note to buy it? I've never encountered that.. I don't think so anyways...
Nocte Aeterna
Sir Not-Appearing-in-This-Film
This is brilliant. Keep up the good work.
BIGwooly
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Dwarven Bow of Burning Embers or something like that.
BIGwooly
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Thanks! Will do.
Hack 'n' Slash Devotee
New Member
It happens randomly when you buy/find a Dwarven item. I bought some Dwarven boots in Solitude and got the same note.
Neriad13
Premium Member
I just wanted to tell you that at long last, I've posted the first chapter of my Skyrim novelization. You've been a huge inspiration to me, as I've been stalking Hrisskar's journal these past couple weeks.
Spellsword_Kale
Article Writer
This is fantastic! I just read through all 12 pages. You should really consider maybe assembling what you have written into a single place - maybe copy-pasting into "chapters" in a blog or something.
Really hardcore realism/roleplay like this is always wonderful and you're a great writer.
Really hardcore realism/roleplay like this is always wonderful and you're a great writer.
BIGwooly
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Cool, I'll have to check it out when I get a chance. Finding it hard just to find time to play these past few weeks, lol. Honored to be an inspiration for you. d;-)
BIGwooly
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Wow, thanks a ton, man. I really should copy and past all of this somewhere. Just gotta find the time. d;-) Thanks for reading through it all. Glad to hear it's engaging!
