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From Last Seed, 18th
Met a fool (literally... jester getup and everything) on the side of the rode blathering about burying his mother and a broken wagon. Asked me to convince a farmer nearby to help. Nearly refused, 'til he promised gold. I'm awful low at the moment, of course, so I did the deed. Poor sod's wagon should be in working condition soon enough.
Too bad I stole the horse when he wasn't looking. Ha! A fool indeed.
-D
From Last Seed, 21st
If I never see another damned wolf again, I could die happy.
-D
[...]
Easy enough. Brynjolf has given me another task - intimidate three townspeople who owe the Guild coin. I'm not usually one to take orders, but anything for coin, right? Ha!
-D
Collected the 300 coin only to be paid in potions. There'd better be gold in my future or Brynjolf may discover he's got steel daggers in his, ha.
-D
From Last Seed, 23rd
It was midnight when we finished up. Cave now lies devoid of life and valuables, as it was meant to.
"Ready to head back?"
Marcurio didn't answer immediately, stepping around the bandit camp directly outside the cave's entrance. "Must we? We could stay the night here."
"In the cold? I'd rather not. There's a bed at The Bee and Barb calling my name."
He leaned one arm against the structure holding the cooking pot over the fire. The fire's warmth was, admittedly, very nice. "We could always share body heat, if you grow too cold-" He paused. "I never got your name."
"First of all, in your dreams, mage." I snickered. "Second, it's Karra."
"Fair enough," he laughed. "Still, I'm not keen on walking all the way back to Riften in the cold and dark."
In the end I agreed, thoughts of my walk to Dawnstar fresh in my mind. The walk up here had taken hours - and that was when we were rested and the weather was fair.
So we sat around the fire, picking through whatever food the skooma traders had left us and downing quite a bit of mead. Inside the cave was a bar, complete with (now dead) gamblers and (now dead) pit wolves meant to fight.
Marcurio spun tale after tale of adventures (more like misadventures, with how much trouble he seems to get into, ha!) and continuously asked if I had any of my own. I told him of Erandur and Vaermina's skull of whatever in Dawnstar, but nothing more. Nothing of dragons and nothing outside of Skyrim.
"You know," he slurred, leaning heavily to the side and nearly toppling over, if I didn't shove him to the other side. "'Karra' doesn't fit you. 'S too soft."
"I've got other names," I said, and now I realize it may have been too much. "Went by 'Jonh' in part of Cyrodiil. And, er... 'Saadne' in another."
He cooed in excitement. "Ooh, a woman of many names. Exciting! No, mysterious. Oh, how I love a good mystery."
I yawned. "Well, I'll not sit here and let you pick me apart until you solve me. I'm going to rest. Touch me or my pack and you'll be dead before sunrise."
He laughed, but in a way I knew he took the threat seriously. Less a mockery and more an understanding, as if I were behaving just as expected. I'm a simple woman, what can I say.
From Last Seed, 25th
It's far past midnight but not yet dawn, so I've just met with Marcurio at the Inn for a drink.
"Long day?" he asked, ever-present smirk twitching.
I was - still am - soaking wet from the storm outside. "You could say that."
"Let me guess-" He took a long, meaningful look at my armor. I didn't know it was so recognizeable, but half the guards in Riften have pointed it out by now. "-thievery?"
"Would you believe me if I told you I was helping the needy at the temple of Mara?" I joked, twirling my ring absently. It's enchanted to aid in picking pockets, something I found in... was it Riverwood?
He barked a laugh, too-loud. Everything he does is too loud - I'd worry about my "reputation" being dampened by the rest of the customers here at the Inn being privvy to my... hobby, but it's so late none are here but the Argonian woman who runs the place and Sapphire, a fellow member of the guild.
"I wouldn't," he said. "Not for a second."
I shrugged. I told him what I was doing - improving my reputation so I could buy the house, then leaving for Whiterun. He insisted he come along - he doesn't often leave the Rift, I suppose.
When I asked if that were the reason, he faked offense. "Would you believe me if I told you I simply enjoy your company?"
I snorted. "I wouldn't. Not for a second."
From Last Seed, 28th
One would think the alchemist, of all people, would have health potions. Apparently one would be wrong!
-D
Could I PLEASE go one day on the road without being attacked by someone sent to kill me?
-D
[...]
"He said he'd hand it over if you cut him down."
"And he did."
"No, you just filched it off his corpse. Was that necessary?"
I shrugged. "Maybe not. Rather not take the chance. 'Sides, doesn't sound like there's anyone around to miss him."
Found the thief wrapped up in the web of a massive frostbite spider. Said something about knowing how the claw "works," and "fits together" with a door. Said I wouldn't believe what the Nords have hidden here.Color me intrigued. We'll push on.
-D
From Last Seed, 29th
As I walked back toward Whiterun to report to the Jarl, reeling at the raw power I'd felt and at "Dragonborn," I heard- it HAD to be a Shout, but instead of coming from me or some draugr, it came from far away, echoing off the mountains. DO-VA-KIIN!
The Jarl says this was the Greybeards - masters of "the Way of the Voice" - calling to me, summoning me up to their mountaintop monastery. Then he said something about 7000 steps (SEVEN THOUSAND?) to the top, and all the day's events caught up to me at once.
I'm suddenly... very tired. Up all night at the barrow, then couldn't sleep at the Inn, then fighting a gods-damned DRAGON. If they expect me to head to High Hrothgar immediately, they are SORELY mistaken.
I'm renting a room with Marcurio at the Inn now. Thankfully this one isn't closed.
Tonight, rest. Tomorrow... I don't know. This Bleak Falls business wasn't supposed to last so long. I should be in Solitude by now.
It's just... well. Shaking down a corrupt lizard doesn't feel so important compared to everything else that's happened. Funny how killing a dragon puts things into perspective, ha.
From Heartfire, 2nd
Mercer knows where to find the traitor - Karliah. Apparently she murdered the last head of the Guild, and she's back where she did it, in some ruin. Mercer wants to meet me there as soon as possible.
I'm going to spend the day in Riften and leave Marcurio here when I leave tomorrow. I feel bad leaving him after our talk, but I can't bring him on Guild business. He's an outsider.
-D
"Fine, I'll stay here," he said. "But only if I have access to Honeyside. And Stone."
"I'm taking Stone with me. Honeyside is fine, everything valuable is locked up." I paused. "No sleeping in my bed. And no strangers."
"Fine."
"And leave the Axe of Whiterun on the wall."
He laughed. "I'm not an unruly child, Karra."
"You had me fooled," I teased. I tested the weight of my daggers in my hands - I traded out my steel for Dwarven metal, my old ones sitting on the mantle. The new ones gleamed like stars in the firelight but the extra weight will take getting used to. "I should be gone. I'll be back in a day or two. If I'm gone longer than that, tell the Greybeards I died."
"I don't like you well enough to climb seven thousand steps, my dear," he said. "I could pay a courier to do it with your inheritance."
"Inheritance? If I die it'll be in the company of the a current Guild member and a former one. They'll strip me bare before my corpse hits stone."
"Fair enough." He paused, something like nervousness on his face. Never seen that before. "Good luck."
I nodded and was out the door without another word. Now, leaving the city. According to the marker Mercer put on my map, the ruin is further north than I've yet been. I'm... less than excited.
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Ragi Flour-½ cup
Rice or whole wheat flour-2-3 tsp
Curd- 2 tsp
Cumin seeds- a pinch
Onion-1
Green chillies- 1 ( finely chopped)
Garlic- 1 small piece ( finely chopped)
Oil
Salt
Water
Grinded coconut -2 tsp(optional)
Process:
Roast the ragi flour on a medium flame till there is an aroma. Keep it aside.
Saute finely chopped onion and chilli ginger paste in a tsp of oil till translucent.
Add roasted ragi flour in a vessel and mix it with rice / whole wheat flour.
Sauteed onion , chilli ginger paste to be added in a vessel.
Add grinded coconut. ( it is optional)
Add a pinch of cumin seeds and salt as per the taste.
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