Monday, September 16, 2013

Tales of Warrog: Chapter 10

Free to do as he wishes, Warrog builds more, kills more, and loots more.

Day 37
Before leaving Riverwood, I bought a couple straw from the Riverwood Trader, and returned home to build my large bed. After that it was a back and forth travel between my home and either Riverwood or Whitehelm. I've had to buy Iron Ingots, Steel Ingots, and Corundum Ingots. I started with my cellar, finishing off my blacksmith area with a tanning rack and a smelter. I built a few chests to hold my smithing and leathercraft materials. It was a bit dark down there with only my forge for light, so I added a few sconces with the goat horns I picked up during my travels. I added a couple barrels and an armor mannequin along with a large, weapon rack. On the top floor, I built a bookcase for all of the smithing books I have, and I found a space for another armor mannequin.

The one downstairs I put what pieces of the Nightingale armor I don't use on it. The one upstairs I put the couple pieces of Thieves armor on that. In my bedroom, I built a large chest, a safe, and a normal sized chest. In the safe, I placed all of the items that I've gotten so far that merchants do not have the money for.

The rest of my time was spent moving items around the house and organizing everything. I even added a lot of furniture to the balcony on top of the bedroom.

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Tales of Warrog: Chapter 9

Tales of Warrog continues where Warrog adds to the list of creatures he hates: giants.

Day 33
While I've been traveling all around Skyrim, the wolf population has been flourishing. I killed three on my relatively short walk back to Windhelm. It was a few hours before everyone was awake, so I got to work on some smithing, making ingots, making my Nocturnal Bow better, and creating potions from all of the ingredients I found among the Falmer. I sold everything I could, except for a Staff of Fear. No one seems to have 900 gold lying about. The blacksmith does, but I guess he doesn't work with wood. I decided to keep Mercer's sword as well as a shield I found. I think it's about time I start learning some enchantments.

Day 34
Since I found some iron ingots and made a few from an iron ore seam I found on my walk back, I decided to work on my home for a bit. The others in the Thieves Guild aren't in a hurry to help me, so I'm in no hurry to get back.

Friday, September 13, 2013

Tales of Warrog: Chapter 8

Hot on the trail of Mercer, Warrog and crew investigate. See the end for a list of all of the mods I use.

Day 29
I showed up outside Riften to see a dragon flying over the city. Maybe they can appease it by using a catapult to send that hag's body for the dragon to eat. On the south side of the city walls lies the Twilight Seppuku. Inside I was given Nightingale armor. Only good piece is the feet which finally makes me silent when sneaking. Karliah insisted I wear the whole set for the ceremony. I think she just wanted to watch me change my clothes. Seeing her in the armor makes me want to see her change... into nothing.

She called on Nocturnal who took our oaths of allegiance and put Karliah back in good standing. They said when this whole thing is over, I should be the head of the Thieves Guild. I tried telling them Bryjoff should have the position, but they wouldn't hear it. This whole thing has been because of their bad luck with Nocturnal, but when you elect the guy who can't sneak to save his life the job of leading you guys in a guild, you can't blame Daedric Princes all your life for your failures.

Now that that was done, we could go find Mercer at some Dwemer ruin, Ishganght, or something. I went to Whiterun to hopefully buy better gear, but it was too late when I arrived. I turned the iron ore I found into ingots. While that was going on, a Master Vampire snuck into town and killed two people. One of them was always asking me about being visiting the Cloud District. The other was the one who asked me to grab his ancestor's sword. I looted the bodies, but left the sword, half out of respect, and half because it actually wasn't work that much. With all this new loot, I had to sell it.

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Tales of Warrog: Chapter 7

The tales continue as Warrog begins to rethink his career choice in life.

Day 22
I arrived in Markarth today as a guy pulled a knife. Instinct took over and I sunk my axe into his back. After talking to some witnesses, I guess he was actually one of the women. She was grateful enough to give me an Emerald Silver Necklace.

The weird part was that a guy gave me a note by making it look like it was my note. It says to meet him at a Temple of Talos. The guards in Markarth are denying it has anything to do with the Forsworn which I found out are like bandits who live out in the wild. I guess they make it a habit of killing beautiful women who like to buy jewelry. Since it goes against my rule, I'll have to do something about it.

But first, I came here for a job. I found an old wizard who is finishing his work on the Falmer language, but he's being a bitch and won't let me see it. He wouldn't even take money. My only option was to "sneak" into his work area. That involved running past four or five guards because they noticed me after I stepped twenty feet in. I now have a bounty on my head. The next section had a bunch of Wizard's Guards. This guy must be loaded to be able to hire a dozen or more guards. My killing move of choice as of late has been my patented three-strikes-to-your-face-with-my-knee-and-you're-out maneuver.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Tales of Warrog: Chapter 6

It's dark days for Warrog, as he is greatly unappreciated in the Thieves Guild, and not making a lot of money.

Day 18
I stopped over at the Thieves Guild, and they wanted me to check on a guy up in Solitude. I hopped on a carriage and had to listen to the driver tell me the entire history of the city. Save me, Divines, it was a long trip.

Day 19
I entered Solitude to witness an execution. Something about him letting that guy in Windhelm escape. I honored his death by looting his body. He had an Amulet of Akatosh on. I checked again with the blacksmiths for the ingots I need, but no such luck. I grabbed another Cure Disease potion after being infected by those rats on the previous mission.

The guy I was supposed to meet was in a pub. Another Argonian. Why me? He wouldn't fess up unless I got him some alcohol from the Palace. It was out in the open and not even guarded. I'm beginning to think that all Argonians are lazy. He at least gave me some soul gems for my "troubles." Beyond that, he wouldn't give me much information apart from admitting he was the middle man between the business dealings. /yawn.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Tales of Warrog: Chapter 5

Adventures continue as Warrog finds some permanence... and more wolves.

Day 14
A courier approached me while in Whiterun. A dark figure with a hood wanted me to have a letter. It was a hand print with the inscription: "We know." I guess those kids at the orphanage really do care. They were nice enough to send me a thank you note.

In the Inn, I found my contact, Mallus. My job I found out was to poison the mead using rat poison I would get from the owner because he had a rat problem. After some convincing, I got half of my pay up front. Down in the cellar, I found some rats, and the passageway open to a tunnel that leads to the factory. These rats must be drinking the mead, because they're a lot tougher than your typical giant rat. The infestation is pretty bad, having to utilize my patented wait-around-the-corner-and-attack-one-at-a-time technique, and I have had to resort to using most of my food to replenish my failing health. There's even an infestation of spiders. This guy's got all sorts of problems... not counting the poison.

Monday, September 9, 2013

Tales of Warrog: Chapter 4

The tales continue with Warrog, the not-so-sneak thief.

Day 10
In retrospect, I should have just grabbed a carriage, but it did not occur to me until I had reached my destination of Riften. I did find that the wolf population is thriving, or was thriving, in the south, as well as the number of giant spiders. I was accosted by three spiders and three wolves. They may have been planning the attack knowing what I had done in the north.

When I arrived at Riften, the guards tried to tax me for entering the town. Not wanting to leave a paper trail that I had been in town for what I was about to do, I stared menacingly until he let me pass. I was hardly 25 feet inside the town when a guy named Maul stopped me and started asking questions. I tried acting tough, but he was having none of it, but at least he left me alone.