Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Tales of Warrog: Chapter 17

When you find a town infested with Daedra influences, you just gotta help.

Day 57
It was evening when I arrived at Dawnstar. The snow was falling as I looked through the town for merchants who could buy my loot. I found the blacksmith standing around with a woman. They were talking about people not having a good night's sleep. After I sold some armor, I asked about the bad night's sleep, figuring some dragon had been terrorizing the town; that seems to be fairly commonplace as of late.

Apparently, everyone is having the same nightmare every night. The blacksmith said there was a priest of Mara in the Inn who could hopefully release the curse they were under. Maybe he could pray to Malacath if he wants a curse lifted. All Mara does is bring two people together to be miserable in each other's presence.

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Tales of Warrog: Chapter 16

More loot, more problems.

Day 54
I'll give the Forsworn one thing: they sure sprint into battle. Sadly for them, going up against Warrog means sprinting to your death. Those I couldn't snipe and rushed me met my Elven Greatsword. Inside a tower, I found more Forsworn to meet their death. When I exited the top of the tower, I came face to face with a Hagraven. And I thought the woman who ran the orphanage was ugly. What's worse is they use magic, so after a couple arrows, and a few chops with my axe, I killed it. I found another word in Dovah, this one for disarming my opponents. My philosophy is a weapon in an opponent's hand doesn't work if they're lying dead on the ground.

Monday, September 23, 2013

Tales of Warrog: Chapter 15

Vampires, Bears, and Dragons, oh my!

Day 52
I arrived at Kynesgrove to hear the screams of a woman. She had seen the dragon flying about, and was going to look for someplace to hide, but stood there in fear. Dead soldiers littered the ground which were promptly looted. At the burial ground was Delphine and a large black dragon who spoke a bunch of Dovah, a dragon skeleton came out of the ground, and it regained its soul. The black dragon flew off leaving the newborn to finish us off. I hid behind a large boulder and sniped at the dragon with poisoned flame arrows. Once the dragon was dead, I absorbed its soul, and Delphine was finally convinced I was the Dragonborn. Nevermind the summons by the old guys, or stealing my horn.

Friday, September 20, 2013

Tales of Warrog: Chapter 14

The adventures continue as Warrog tries to get as much done in a single trip while getting tired of being fucked with.

Day 49
It was evening by the time I arrived in Riverwood. I went to the Inn and asked for a room in the attic as the note told me to. The woman said there wasn't a room in the attic, but did give me a normal room. I tried to get a refund, but she walked away. When I went to my room, the woman followed me in and said we should talk.

I followed her into a different room where I closed the door for her, and she opened a secret passage through a wardrobe. They don't have an attic, but they apparently have a cellar.

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Tales of Warrog: Chapter 13

Wild goose chases, conflicting feelings, and learning more new shouts and Dovah words.

Day 46
It was cold and drafting inside High Hrothgar. I talked to one of the old guys and he told me to shout at him. I shouted the word for Frost, but he told he wanted to hear Force. There was no grass around, but I shouted it anyway. He said I was the Dragonborn, but that I would need training. He wanted to teach me more of Unrelenting Force with the word Balance. Apparently, the souls of dragons that I absorbed allow me to use their knowledge to further learn the power of the dragon language. I had to do a few tests for him. Thank, Malacath, I had the Amulet of Talos to allow me to shout more often.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Tales of Warrog: Chapter 12

Killing for money, and outrunning all that Skyrim has to offer: Tales of Warrog.

Day 44
It was only eight in the evening, but if I wanted to be in Riverwood by the time the shops opened, I had to go to sleep early. I think you age prematurely being an adventurer. It's been six weeks and already I'm going to bed early. I knew I would be buying some expensive items, so I grabbed the items out of my safe to be sold.

I got some iron ore, a few straw for the future, and I bought a filled grand soul gem. I was able to sell a magical bow I had lying about, and the necromancer's amulet I got from Windhelm. The blacksmith had the refined moonstone I was looking for, but no gold ingot. No one even had any gold ore for me to use.

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Tales of Warrog: Chapter 11

Warrog learns an important lesson: lock the doors, and get a guard dog.

Day 41
I found enough materials to finish the last two additions to my house. I now have an Alchemy tower in the north wing, and a kitchen opposite my bedroom. I managed to build an oven and another fireplace in the kitchen, and to celebrate, I made some French Bread, and Apple Dumplings. I made a list of items I needed for my alchemy and enchanting tables, but it was too late to head over to Riverwood. With my warm bed calling me, I slipped under the covers and fell asleep.