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Like the topic says, Skyrim deserves an Epic poem like The Odyssey . We can't provide that, but below is a rough cut attempt anyway. Please forgive errors in wording, rhyme, meter, spelling, and time line. This is meant for fun and enjoyment and we are certainly not Homer. Not the Greek, and not even the Simpson either. Skyrim has so much richness that will be hard to ever put into just wrods. Still the quest challenge have been given and we will undertake the journey. As there are spoilers we offer this here, don't know of a way to do this without them. Hope you enjoy this, mcv001 -aka- M Saevey Sarthal with D'jargo Oh Todd you world is replete With charactors and stories Some shallow, some deep But does it hold the treasures we seek? Our neck on the chopping block What a start! Is this our luck? In fear and amazement we behold A dragon from days of old He's our enemy, he makes it clear Burning anyone that get's too near Is our anemy's enemy our friend? Little do we know we'll meet him again. Hands tied until they are freed By another who chooses to flee Through the keep and the caverns later Bodies mount that someone must slay sir. Kill the spider to get its poison Use that on the bear to keep things sporting Gather from every nook and crany and body Anything we can use or sell to somebody We emerge from the cave with a friend It's a beginning and not the end Pick every flower along the trail To Riverwood quick, do not fail How can we complete your quest When we find no bed to give us rest Mysteries killed and thus not in store We only find charcoal and paper in that drawer Most barrels meager pickings we can take after a peek Farm crops need gathering, we can sell them or keep Wood won't chop itself but we help and sell for coin in our purse At first it seems a hard living but it gets better and not worse. If we stroll in your nature for a walk Wolves, bears, and spiders our progress seem to block Yet if we vanquish, run away, or die, We're sure to learn and lotsomething, but what or why? We make it to Riverwood and make some friends If wolves and bandits on the way don't force our end Help a fellow win his lady love unfairly As an archer he'll follow us down the tree lined bends With mysterious claws in frozen cold barrows We can kill undead helped by our archer friends arrows Burdened with loot it's to the Riverwood store To sell all for a pittance or a fraction more The Riverwood folk will remind us daily it seems We need to tell the leader at Whiterun of the dragon's schemes So it's across the bridge and along the trail To Whiterun we sneak to avoid claws the impale It's near Whiterun we come across an amazing scene Warrior's fighting a giant at a farm past the stream If by chance we help then it's praise we may get. But it's easy to miss, besides our arrows got wet. When we finally approach Whiteruns walls, gate and door. Guards deny entry unless offical business we implore Once in the town we may meet a lady blacksmith Or head to that mead hall to make fighting friend quick We're called a welp and then a milk drinker By the Companion Lady, a giant slayer Later in her groups mead hall We're given many menial tasks, just do 'em and stand tall. When we final gain the Companions trust one night It's to a secret place where they give us a bite Then things blur and we howl at the moon They've made us a werewolf way too soon. The Silver Hands have gotten out of hand They've kill a member of the Companions band A passing Companion told us later We'll have to kill them, the threat is great Sir. In Whiterun everone will have things to say Including see the Jarl about that dragon, he's up this way While alarmed at the message he'll thank us with a gift Then set upon us a task, kill another dragon quick. So it's follow the guards to a damged western tower Where a dragon attacts and wants guards to devore. We lend our aid and may be burnt by fire It's a mere scratch twenty cheese wheels can expire. With dragon dead there's soon an eerie sound With swirls of magic it's soul we impound Those that are there are bewildered and amazed They'll call us DragonBorn, he who slays. Then one will say to be sure you must try this quick Make the voice of a dragon to prove this is not a trick So with a voice like a mighty dragon shout You words push them back and knock them about. Next heard by all and from mountains distant Comes the call from the Graybeards, they seem insistant So you trudge to Iverstead to be near your goal Seven thousand steps up the mountain to the Graybeard's abode. Help the helper by taking supplies to the Graybeards on your trek Avoid or kill wolves, bears and trolls or loss your neck. Stop and read every shine along the way Then animals will leave you alone, if only for a day. The Graybeards test and teach you and then pronounce judegment You are the Dragonborn, can you get our horn from where it's been sent? After fighting undead for what seems like hours You find no horn only a note card without flowers With thoughts that magic may aid your quest You decide to seek some and delay that quest You find outside Whiterun a carriage driver Take me to Winterhold and get me there alive Sir. It's cold in Winterhold, just as you would've guessed The folk talk bad of the Mage college, you think give it a rest To the North of the town you climb the damaged way Until a Mage bids you "Stop! Or you I will slay!" You speak of your need for magical power and knowledge If you pass her test she lets you in the Mage's College You meet instructors and students and begin your studies Do D'jargo's quest and and you can be buddies After lessons your professor says one day. We must go to Sarthal, it's safe with nothing to slay. Thru snow storms you and other students make your way. You asked them what they think about Sarthal and they all have things to say. You search this dark place through passages dark and long You don't feel safe despite the Mage Professor's song Then you get traded in a cage, that didn't take long. But your friends help you get out, you're glad they came along. . . . to be continued . . . Copywrite 2021 by M Seavey - All Rights Reserved