Friday is My Day!
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I know! Poor guy!
Not so innocent any more, huh? He's a little Sneak Thief now.
jk, he's as scared as a school girl!
Diary of Filim - The Hunter
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I know! Poor guy!
Not so innocent any more, huh? He's a little Sneak Thief now.
jk, he's as scared as a school girl!
Dovakiin98
Active Member
Don`t worry Friday, thieving gets easier and it gets you more money.I know! Poor guy!
Not so innocent any more, huh? He's a little Sneak Thief now.
Friday is My Day!
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Don`t worry Friday, thieving gets easier and it gets you more money.
Peer pressure?
Dovakiin98
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Yes.Peer pressure?
Thomas Liu
tyl089
Great read. Do what you feel is right. Just remember that sometimes, the right decision is often the hard decision.
The_Deadliest_Troll
Melon Lord
HOW DID I JUST NOW NOTICE YOU POSTED AN ENTRY LAST FRIDAY! OMIGOSH! lulz. I'm reading it nnoww!!!
Friday is My Day!
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Perhaps I'll make Faendal's ghost haunt Filim! Lol.
Hahahhaha, I hope you enjoyed it man!
Friday is My Day!
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It seems like it's been a lot longer than it has, huh guys?
Well, my morning plans of washing cars at a fundraiser with a BUNCH of very pretty girls is botched, and I now find myself some time to play Skyrim. Filim, in particular.
I can't apologize enough for the massive void of entries guys, but as I said, school work had been pounding hard on me. The only time I had to play my Xbox was spent with my friends slow-motion diving off of buildings on Max Payne 3 (Man, what a game) or building stuff in Minecraft, but Skyrim is and will always be my favorite game of all time. I'm about to pop Skyrim in and breathe some life into this dead journal! How's that sound, guys?
Well, my morning plans of washing cars at a fundraiser with a BUNCH of very pretty girls is botched, and I now find myself some time to play Skyrim. Filim, in particular.
I can't apologize enough for the massive void of entries guys, but as I said, school work had been pounding hard on me. The only time I had to play my Xbox was spent with my friends slow-motion diving off of buildings on Max Payne 3 (Man, what a game) or building stuff in Minecraft, but Skyrim is and will always be my favorite game of all time. I'm about to pop Skyrim in and breathe some life into this dead journal! How's that sound, guys?
Dovakiin98
Active Member
Glad to have you back Friday,sorry about your carwash plan,but you win some and you lose some huh?It seems like it's been a lot longer than it has, huh guys?
Well, my morning plans of washing cars at a fundraiser with a BUNCH of very pretty girls is botched, and I now find myself some time to play Skyrim. Filim, in particular.
I can't apologize enough for the massive void of entries guys, but as I said, school work had been pounding hard on me. The only time I had to play my Xbox was spent with my friends slow-motion diving off of buildings on Max Payne 3 (Man, what a game) or building stuff in Minecraft, but Skyrim is and will always be my favorite game of all time. I'm about to pop Skyrim in and breathe some life into this dead journal! How's that sound, guys?
Friday is My Day!
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Glad to have you back Friday,sorry about your carwash plan,but you win some and you lose some huh?
That's right man! Plenty of cars to wash this summer anyway!
Friday is My Day!
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Morndas, 17th of Sun's Dusk, 4E 201
After finishing up yesterday's entry, the remainder of my day was rather monotonous. No game was to be found in the forests surrounding Falkreath and returning Lod's note to his home was, as much as I hate to admit it, fairly easy.
What I am writing about now is what happened after my eyelids fell limp last night. Perhaps it was the wine I was forced to drink as Valga had ran short of ale, but a nightmare unlike any I had ever had made its way in to my mind's theatre last night, and I had no choice but to watch.
It started out with me storing my weapons into the sturdy wooden chest in my room at Dead Man's Drink, then moved on to me telling Valga I was heading out for a midnight stroll, the exact same blatant lie I had told her about a night ago. I realize now that the dream was an almost perfect replica of my actions on that morning, but with a demonic twist.
I snuck across the street and picked the lock to Lod's abode with ease, then entered. As I turned back from making sure the door was sealed tight, a sharp feeling of fear and desperation shot through me as I took in the short, pointed-ear figure standing over me. With the lanky wooden bow I had purchased for him strapped to his back, I recognized the Bosmer in a second. It was Faendal.
The feelings of fear and desperation vanished when my eyes took hold of him. Even now, back in reality, I admit no single emotion could describe what I felt at that moment, but rather a cluster of every emotion imaginable, each in proportion to the others.
I had almost forced a greeting out of my mouth when a voice came from his. Not his voice though, I still remember it clearly. It was the voice of the drunken Nord Faendal and I had stumbled upon during the final moments of his precious life.
"You milk-drinker! How's about you go home to your mother?" he viciously spat at me in the woman's voice. After the words rung in my ears, all I could do was stare at him in bewilderment and disbelief and all he did was stare back. The staring contest came to an abrupt halt when a poison-tipped Dwarven arrow struck Faendal in the temple, causing his limbs to lock up while he quickly bled out onto Lod's wooden floor. I was awoken by the thud of my sweat-engulfed body falling from my bed and slamming against the plank-covered floorboard of Dead Man's Drink.
I am not too sure what to make of the nightmare, but his death continues to play in my mind over and over again. I think it would be best if I left Falkreath, and all of this, behind...
After finishing up yesterday's entry, the remainder of my day was rather monotonous. No game was to be found in the forests surrounding Falkreath and returning Lod's note to his home was, as much as I hate to admit it, fairly easy.
What I am writing about now is what happened after my eyelids fell limp last night. Perhaps it was the wine I was forced to drink as Valga had ran short of ale, but a nightmare unlike any I had ever had made its way in to my mind's theatre last night, and I had no choice but to watch.
It started out with me storing my weapons into the sturdy wooden chest in my room at Dead Man's Drink, then moved on to me telling Valga I was heading out for a midnight stroll, the exact same blatant lie I had told her about a night ago. I realize now that the dream was an almost perfect replica of my actions on that morning, but with a demonic twist.
I snuck across the street and picked the lock to Lod's abode with ease, then entered. As I turned back from making sure the door was sealed tight, a sharp feeling of fear and desperation shot through me as I took in the short, pointed-ear figure standing over me. With the lanky wooden bow I had purchased for him strapped to his back, I recognized the Bosmer in a second. It was Faendal.
The feelings of fear and desperation vanished when my eyes took hold of him. Even now, back in reality, I admit no single emotion could describe what I felt at that moment, but rather a cluster of every emotion imaginable, each in proportion to the others.
I had almost forced a greeting out of my mouth when a voice came from his. Not his voice though, I still remember it clearly. It was the voice of the drunken Nord Faendal and I had stumbled upon during the final moments of his precious life.
"You milk-drinker! How's about you go home to your mother?" he viciously spat at me in the woman's voice. After the words rung in my ears, all I could do was stare at him in bewilderment and disbelief and all he did was stare back. The staring contest came to an abrupt halt when a poison-tipped Dwarven arrow struck Faendal in the temple, causing his limbs to lock up while he quickly bled out onto Lod's wooden floor. I was awoken by the thud of my sweat-engulfed body falling from my bed and slamming against the plank-covered floorboard of Dead Man's Drink.
I am not too sure what to make of the nightmare, but his death continues to play in my mind over and over again. I think it would be best if I left Falkreath, and all of this, behind...
Thomas Liu
tyl089
Very interesting entry.
Friday is My Day!
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Ironic, huh? He goes to extreme (well, extreme for him) measures to become Thane of the town, and now he's leaving! I wonder where he'll go.. I was thinking The Reach, but Filim would get DESTROYED by the Forsworn!
Dovakiin98
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How about Eastmarch,I know it`s filled with racist Nords but there is plenty of bandits to hunt down.
Friday is My Day!
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The Pale and Winterhold are definitely off the list. Much like myself, Filim dislikes the cold! The Reach is my favorite hold, but the Forsworn are nuts! Solitude hold (forget exactly what it was called. Hjalmark...?) and The Rift both seem good though. Lots of bears to hunt at the Rift!
