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The Elder Scroll Travels Mon Nov 14, 2011 4:50 pm
Dargor
Legatus Legionis
This has been something I have been planning to do for quite some time since Skyrim was announced. This will be a collection of writings from my in game character in Skyrim, chronicling some of his random misadventures throughout the province of Skyrim. I'll be avoiding spoilers to the best of my ability, but to be safe, they will be put in spoiler tags.
- Spoiler:
- 24th of Last Seed, 4E 201.
The mages over in Winterhold have pointed me in the right direction, it seems a Dwemer ruin is not to far from here. I'd like to set out as soon as possible, however it is situated in harsh and hostile terrain. I'll be needing some supplies before I can set out. As inconvinent as it may be, Winterhold is a down trodden, dead end of a town ever since most of it fell right into the sea. I have been searching around, but I have yet to find even a decent peddler carrying any of the bare essentials. I'll be taking a carriage back to Whiterun so I may stock up.
- Spoiler:
- 28th of Last Seed, 4E 201
I have returned to Winterhold, I have finally got what I needed. I feel that I have what I need (Food, medicine, and a good ax, just in case.) I will begin to proceed.
Damn blizzard. Everything was going fine until it hit. If that wasn't enough I think I hear a damned dragon buzzing about. I've set up camp for the time being. Its just too dangerous to press on for now.
- Spoiler:
- 29th of Last Seed, 4E 201
I have finally made it to the Dwemer ruins that mage was talking about, but I could of sworn he said there was a active expedition on going here. From what I've seen it has either been abandoned, killed off (Why would I not be surprised), or they have decided to delve deeper into the ruins. A dead body still in its tent is not a good sign though. I'll set up shop here for the time being, see if theres anything that would prove useful before I head on down. I have the privilege of seeing a Dwemer ruin first hand when I was in Hammerfell, and just the sheer size of it blows me away. To think that this is just the outside, and to think how much more lies below the surface. I never have been into one however, the caravan I was working with told me that the "Large metal men" that lurked below were quite dangerous. I am not quite sure what he meant (Although I do recall a Dunmer calling them Centurions), nor am I pleased with the prospect of finding out, but I'm going to have to press forward.