There is a strong longing for me to go home... How is Taren-Sei doing without his mother? Every day since I’ve came to this place, I think about you and him. Yet, I’m unable to come home, at least until I can complete my task.
A long few days it has been for me, doing tasks for the locals and guilds. Regrettably, in some cases due to the nature of the locals and how they treat me like the nobles in Leyawiin did. Even a few of them have called me ‘slave’...
Which, I do not enjoy, obviously, but I’m trying to put up with this so I do come home quicker... Also, Vvardenfell is a strange but has some very beautiful places. There are strange creatures called ‘Guar’, which the Dunmer eat, and they use a creatures called ‘Netches’ for the means of transportation. Cliff racers,another native creature of Morrowind, swarm about around this land and keep pestering me on my travels, when on the road. How the natives deal with these obnoxious beasts on a more-or-less daily basis is beyond me... I, besides wandering through the wilderness, have been staying in the town of Balmora, or at least just using it as a base of operations and to story my things. Not that it’s some large mansion, it’s actually a little house but very cozy and homely. Got it for only around the fairly small amount of five hundred gold, which I find not to be that bad, considering it took us one thousand five twenty five septims to get our house.
Now, besides that, I’ve fairly recently, actually just the other day, became part of the Mages Guild. Either through the fact I have easy transportation to the other towns or that I have easy access to spells, being part of this guild, thankfully not full of locals, has proven useful in this foreign land. Rather, they make this horrible experience a tad bit better and I’ve head rumor of the Thieves Guild being here... Eventually, I think I’ll likely will run into them, willing or not, which makes me a little worried about my belongings... Very uneasy about losing gold, which reminds me, this letter should also have a sum of eighty gold... Almost all of my gold to help feed our son, you and Kaneen. Reader, if you are not my husband, that gold better be in with that letter otherwise I will hunt you down and steal it from your corpse.
Pardon me, my love, but I want to make sure you can keep you fed and to pay the taxes also... Remembering when we taught Teren-Sei his first letters and words. Often those happy memories come to be more I fall asleep. Pains me every morning to wake up with you not by my side. Hope I can return before the next year. Even if I have to swim myself off this accursed island. Could happen if this mission turns out impossible, but until then I’m going to keep the Legion off my tail. You will be on my mind always.
I never know how I want to start these things... I suppose I should start with how I had to get a new journal from the local general goods store in this quaint town. My old one likely got burned in the fire...
To recount, my journey from Kvatch to Skyrim has been... Difficult overall. I left by carriage, as a hired guard, late in the morning for Skingrad. The ride was long and uneventful, with no bandits ambushing us. It might have been our company: a youthful, master Breton mage - Miliana, two Redguard brothers from the local Fighter’s Guild in Kvatch - Armaro and Wilcolm, and me. Miliana left us as at Skingrad, but we picked up an Altmer - they looked like they might have been part of the Thalmor considering the looks he gave us - on their way to the Imperial City.
We were ambushed on the way. The brothers and I were able to hold these highway men off fairly well and I think I surprised them with my own ambush and them stepping on some lightning runes while they weren’t looking. Though, Armaro and Wilcolm did most of the work and finished most of them off. As soon as battle was done, we went on our way once more.
The rest of the ride to the Imperial City was quiet with the brothers and I talking about how each other is going and how our reasons for travel. (I lied and said it was time for me leave home and make something of myself out there. They on the other hand were on their way to a job in Chorrol.) As soon as we got to the Imperial City, I parted ways and got a room at the inn, awaiting for the carriage to Bruma that would arrive anywhere from a day to a week.
I spent those next few days at the lake and getting info from the beggars, mainly on news from Skyrim and any rumors on the road. War was in Skyrim, gods know why my gut and He says I should go. Perhaps it’s me worrying over Leel-Naz, ever since he ran off to Skyrim with that no-good Nord friend of his... We still were getting letters from him, but I worry for my younger brother. As for the road, one beggar heard rumors of increased patrols, especially along the border, and one or two words about a few people going missing along the road from Chorrol to Bruma. Otherwise, all was fine.
The carriage for Bruma from Bravil arrived about two days after. I wasn’t the only hired guard for this trip. There was also some Nord mercenary returning home to go and see her ailing mother, a cryptic Dunmer spellsword, and Rogue whom seemed to be the coachman’s lover. We were escorting some merchants. The beggars were right and the roads were fairly clear, save for more frequent patrols we passed by. We made good time to Bruma.
Although, I was, from then on, on my own. After resting up in Bruma, I left immediately the next morning, just as the sun was starting to rise. The mountain air was freezing and I wasn’t well prepared so I moved swiftly. I was able to make it over the border, no problem - though the Imperial soldiers kept holding me up and searching through my things.
But, from then on, I got into some serious trouble. I got ambushed and knocked out. When I woke up, I was in the back of a carriage in rags with only the family heirloom - an extremely old coin with Tiber Septim’s face on it - safely on my person, under my tongue thanks to my paranoia of imperial soldiers stealing it. On the carriage, to my right was a Nord dressed up in some outfit of significance and his mouth bound. Across from me, there was were three other Nords. Two were in a blue soldier’s outfit and the other in rags like me.
One of the Nord soldiers, Rolaf, informed me that I walked into their ambush and the other, Lohksing, cursed about a “lizard” coming to the land of the Nords where I “don’t belong.” Rolaf quieted Lohksing and the one in rags, Lokir, apparently was as unfortunate as me. The man with a gag on was the leader of this rebellion - Ulfric Stormcloak. As it was very apparent the soldiers - I hoped to the gods not me while getting very angry with Him - were off to the block and we exchanged farewells.
When we got into Helgen, I wasn’t let go. Gods know why, the imperial captain was being lazy even with objections from Hadvar and sent me off to the block, after Lokir tried to make a run for it. Whether it was by luck or by fate, I was spared. By a dragon of all things.
His eyes were so red... Was, is, will be, like Him but with a hunger to them. His scales were blacker than the shadows during a starless night. The ground shook at the command of his powerful voice. I can see him with my eyes closed and he haunts my night terrors... I took this chance to escape, with Hadvar while Rolaf and Lohksing had run off together. Hadvar and I made it to Riverwood.
Hadvar’s extended family, Alvor and Sigrid, allowed us to stay at their house for a little while, only if I go and tell the jarl of this dragon attack. I’m thankful for the things they’ve given me and I’m going to leave for the road to Whiterun tomorrow.
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