Adventures in Skyrim

[LordWushin]

PART 1 - The Beginning

 

Morrowind had been my home for many long years. But even from my youth I wanted to travel to other worlds and lands. I was always wanting to learn everything about anything my eyes could see and hands would grasp. And it was at this time in my long life that I decided to travel all of Nirn and visit the most sacred Daedric Shrines. Had it not been for Vivec and the destruction and takeover of Morrowind by the Argonians, Azura and her shrine would have been my first stop on the road. Alas, I despaired and sought for other information about shrines I would be able to visit. At last it came to my attention that another Shrine to Azura had been made, and from the description of it, it was most majestic and wonderful than even the one that had been here in Morrowind.

 

So I determined to travel to this Shrine, which of all places, was in Skyrim - and the Nords. Yet I thought it better than being so close to Argonians and their hatred of us Dunmer. I departed, bidding farewell to the few people I knew, to see what life will bring in my traveling of Skyrim. As I journeyed, I made it a point also to behold sights of nature that I might remember for tales to the young. In this new resolve I decided to take the less easy road and travel through the Velothi Mountains.

 

Walking along, I was filled with the wonder and joy of the snow - reminding me of Solstheim my place of birth. Yet as I followed the Mountain path I came to a southern bend and was astonished to find a camp or blockade really. I was immediately captured and asked what I was doing and where I was going. I told the truth for I had nothing to hide.

 

"I am journeying to Azura's Shrine in your land of Skyrim," I answered to their questions.

 

"Well," said the leader of the bandits, as I presumed, "The borders are shut to all outsides, especially you, Dark Elf."

 

Not the warmest greeting I would have liked. "And how is it closed? By whose authority?" I ventured to ask knowing full well that they meant to steal, plunder, and kill.

 

"By my authority!" the real leader of the group said coming out of the shadows. "Skyrim was taken away from us and we do not like any who join themselves with the enemy - the Empire and its Legions."

 

This was a great surprise as I had never heard of any problems or rebellions in or around Skyrim. I was then asked - and not to be the last time - if I was for or against the Stormcloaks as they called themselves. Yet, every time I ventured to say I was for neither side, swift blow to the temple or the ribs was made. It dawned on me that they must have thought I was a spy of some kind, and in my stupidity I told them I was no spy, which only made the beatings longer and harsher. Never had I felt pain like what they gave me mixed with the icy cold breeze of the mountain pass. Even in all my years of practicing magic and sword play, I felt unable to do anything and escape. But escape was never to come to me. Not yet!

 

After many days of the same routine, the Stormcloaks decided it was in my best interest to move camp south, going into the Jerall Mountains. I walked all the way shivering as I went. Many times I feel and got beat for it; but I got back up and continued on. In what seemed a lifetime or two, we decided to setup camp and rest. At last a warm fire and dark dreams of which I thought were wrong and lunatic. As I was abruptly awakened to continue in my torture, a shrill cry came out from a sentry. Imperials were near! Hearing this a slight hope of freedom crossed my mind, till it was crushed later that day by them not coming. The Imperial Mountain Guard did not see the camp, and neither did the Stormcloaks decide to stop in getting out of their view. So we traveled west in the Jerall Mountains. Long days and short nights filled my memory. In fact the day and month was lost to me, everything was lost except my resolve to escape and continue my journey to the Shrine. Now camp was set again and this time scouts claimed to not see any Imperials for miles. As down heartened as I was I thought we were in a bad area to be in. I let my friend, or more like cell mate, know my concern. Yet he did not care to hear. I tried to tell our guard, but I got no food in response. So I awaited patiently the fate to come, tho I did not even know what it was.

 

Once we were settled the Stormcloaks seemingly had a change of heart. Instead of beatings and torture, they resorted to asking us if we would join them in their cause against the Imperials and the Empire. I did not know what to think, literally and mentally. Days went by, woken in the morning to be offered friendship, then the rest of the day and night in a single cell not even large enough to lay down in. Nevertheless, my mind told me still of great danger to come, and it did come. Shortly after being shut up in my cell for the day, a cry went up and I heard swords and saw arrows. In the mist of the fighting, we the prisoners were in our cells unable to even defend ourselves if it came to it. Finally our guard comes in all bloody and arrow pierced.

 

Coming to my cell he said, "You! You knew they were coming. Imperials are attacking and have capture our leader. But you spies will never get your rewards." And with that he unlocked our cells and swung his sword up in the air.

 

But as sudden as he came, he was on the ground struck by an arrow to the back of the head. Under these conditions, an Imperial Legionnaire walked in to see his kill. He must have thought us deserters or cowards in league with the Stormcloaks for he did not kill us instantly. Rounding us all up, prisoners and Stormcloaks, we were put onto carriages and escorted to who knew where.

[Maharg67]

Very good though I am not sure why the Legionary would decide only bad things about the prisoners; could he not have decided that the prisoners were loyal Imperials locked up because of their patriotism?

 

Very excellent!

Edited December 26, 2011 by Maharg67

[LordWushin]

Thanks Maharg! In this installment we see why.

 

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PART 2 - In Dangerous Paths

 

I jolted awake! The sun in my eyes. All was blurred and disconnected. My head ached and my limbs were numb. I was in a carriage. With two, no, three others, and one was the Stormcloak leader. One of the men suddenly started to speak with me. I heard only muffled sounds as his lips moved at me. When I came to my full senses, I understood the situation we all were in. Death as traitors to the Empire. But I was no traitor, even tho my people have disliked the Empire before these Nords ever did. As our carriage came around the final bend, we saw it, the head man's axe - and boy did it glisten.

 

We finally came to a stop and was told to dismount the carriage. A list was read from and individuals of the Stormcloak rebellion were muster next to the executioner. When it came to my fellow prisoner and I, he had the smart idea that he could out run Imperial Legion arrows. He fell dead within seconds giving us all a reason not to try escape. As I was summoned forward, the guard taking muster ask who I was.

 

"I am Glorvindor of House Dres," I answered, as if someone of importance.

 

"You are not on the list!" He said in a low voice. "Captain!" he cried, "This one is not on the list."

 

"Forget the list."

 

"Aye. I am sorry, Dark Elf."

 

Astonished at what had just taken place, I walking over to the others where the general in charge started to speak to the Stormcloak leader. From what I gather, this Ulfric Stormcloak,supposed king of the Nords, killed the High King of Skyrim with his voice. Intrigued I tried to list better than I could, but there was no more. All of us were going to die as traitors and conspirators. Finally, the blessings on our souls were begun; however, they were interrupted by an individual impatient for death. He walked up to the captain, was thrust down onto the block, and departed this world in shameless fear. No hope was in sight now. I just wished I had never started on the journey.

 

"Next prisoner. The Dark Elf!" the captain declared. I was sure she did not like my kind at all.

 

I slowly made my way up to her, the captain. Then I was pushed down, which seemed to me to be harder than the last person. Suddenly, a strange sound caught our ears. Many started asking what it was, while others replied that it was nothing. I saw my doom lifted up ready to sever my head from the rest of my body. But again the sound echoed, but this time a strange creature came behind it and landed straight on top of one of the towers.

 

"Dragon!" was the screams and cryings of all the men.

 

It sounded a strange noise, and as sudden and powerful as it sounded, fire and brimstone rained from the heavens. Another cry from the dragon directed right at me pushed me to the ground several feet away from where I had just been. In a daze I got to my feet at the beckon of a Stormcloak and followed him into another tower not yet attacked by the flying creature. Inside the tower, Ulfric was there, and the one who talked to me led me up the stairs to try and find an escape.Just before we reached the first platform the dragon blasted the wall open and breathed fire on a poor individual just trying to stay safe. At least it was not me. I decide to jump through the hole in the wall to the next building and shortly reached the ground. Running out of the building straight towards the guard, I followed the guard that who showed a sort of kindness to me while reading the list. He safely brought me to in keep of the fort.

 

Upon entering he asked to have my hands, and as I gave them to him, he cut my ropes and told me to find some armor and a sword to help him if it came to it. I did find some light armor, tho it was imperial, and a sword also. He told me I might need a shield, but I told him I do better "sword in right hand and magic in the other." He look surprised at me as if I was crazy or something. Whatever, we fought several Stormcloaks in our quest to get to safety, and several time almost got crushed by the stone the dragon made to collapse. When we came to the torture chamber, they would not listen to us and trust us in the fact of the dragon attacking. So we continued on running into more Stormcloaks, and then suddenly a cave. Not just any cave but a cave filled with spiders that were grossly huge and dangerous. They did make good poisons tho, and after gather them up, we ran into a bear. My friend, as I call him now, said he would rather sneak by than attack it. Sneaking had not been my past time that I worked on, yet we managed to get by unnoticed. After all this adventure and horror, we came at last to the end of the cave. The sunlight was shining through the entrance. I took a deep breath and entered into my continuing adventure in Skyrim.

[LordWushin]

PART 3 - Beauty in Life

 

The light shone through the cave exit blinding my sight, till the beauty of Skyrim was fully impacting my very soul. It took my breath away. Then suddenly the dragon, flying high in sky, passed over not taking any notice of us. Yet, we hide behind a bush and rock just in case. When finally out of view, we began to tread down the path, which my friend said lead to a town called Riverwood. He told me it would be great if joined the Imperial Legion, but I held my tongue in response knowing he was ignorant of my family views and traditions. As we continued on, we came to what are called Guardian Stones, magical stones that give the individual a blessing from the stars. I looked and studied what each would do and choose the Mage's Stone. Hadavar, my Legionnaire friend, was remarkably surprised of my decision; yet, he did not offer any rethinking of the choice. We continued, running into a pack of wolves, which we overcame quite easily, and then slowing to a walk as entered the little village.

 

Hadavar had family here, and we entered into his uncles house after a few short, quiet words of explanation for the sudden appearance there. Just as I was about to enter after the other two, I overheard an elderly woman yelling that she had seen a dragon, doubtless the one we encountered. She was quickly silenced as a crazy. Once inside we began to recount the events leading to our arrival to Riverwood. Hadavar's uncle, undoubtedly the village's overseer, ask if I would ask the Jarl or ruler of the city Whiterun to send troops to come protect against a possible attack on them. I thought for a second and agreed as I did believe in the protection of people and fruitless deaths. I rose from the table, said my farewell, and departed from the house.

 

I looked and saw a traders post across the street and entered the store, brutally disturbing a heated discussion between a brother and sister, the owners of the store. Apparently they were robbed of a valuable golden claw. After trading my Imperial light armor for something less conspicuous, I put on common mage robes and saw I had hardly enough money for it. I looked at this unfortunate condition and used it to earn some coin from the store owner, who I told that I would retrieve their stolen claw if I came across it. The sister took me to a bridge just outside the settlement and gave me directions to the city Whiterun, and from there I walked admiring the majestic sights along the road.

 

A few wolves and a moose fell dead by my hand, and countless flowers were picked and tried in order to discover the alchemical qualities behind them - after all my family is steeped in agriculture to say the least. Tho my House or family heritage is not known for its warriors or magicians, we are known as some magnificent and cruel farmers and taskmasters, thus our natural hatred of Argonians and Khajiits and the Imperial rule. As I went along the path, the river to my right seemed to call my name and bide me follow; but as a drew near, Whiterun came to full view. Not a big city and not a small town. All the essentials were there, and as I entered the city, a sense of coming home came to my mind. Yet it did not deter me from my objective. I reached the Jarl's "Dragonreach" as I came to find out, and found another Dunmer there. She was a captain of the city guard and demanded why I came near uninvited.

 

"I come from Helgen, which has been attacked." I thought she would never believe me if I told her by what it was attacked by.

 

"Alright," she said, " Talk to the Jarl, but make it quick."

 

I came up and the Jarl asked what my business was. I told him of the dragon attack, and how I escaped and was told to tell him so guards could be posted at the Riverwood settlement. He sought counsel from his assistant and captain of the guard and finally decided to send a small group of solders. The Jarl was pleased with my helpfulness and thought I might be of further use to him - well his court wizard, Farengar. Farengar said he had a small task of retrieval in a ruin for me if I would venture there. He wanted what he called a "dragon stone" for his dragon research, of which he seemed to be grossly intimate with. I accepted the invitation thinking of the coin I might earn from it, but knowing full well that I would not do it for awhile, after all I do have other things I need to accomplish first before delving into an ancient Nord burial site looking for something that might not even be there. I might need some refreshing on my sword and magic skills that I learned in my past time as a growing Dunmer.

 

Departing the Dragonreach, evening was upon the world, and I sought out a place to stay. "The Bannered Mare" the sign said, and I entered the inn. It was a lively place much different than any inn i had been in so far. I sat at the bar and asked for a drink of "mead." Nothing like Morrowind mead tho. I listened to the minstrel sing and play, then asked for rumors. The inn keeper then reminded me of my original thoughts of why I came to Skyrim, Azura's Shrine. She said it was glorious to look at from what she heard; but I remembered my plans and then asked for a room to stay in. After being shown to my room, I laid down and dreamed of nothing but the Void.

[LordWushin]

PART 4 - The Long Walk to Somewhere

 

I woke feeling well rested and found some food at the bar to eat before I set out on my walk. A sweet roll later I left Whiterun behind and joined up with the river I met earlier. The water was cool and refreshing. The little fishes were swimming merrily along, then suddenly something pinched me from behind. A mudcrab of all creatures decided he would pick a fight, and tho he fought valiantly and gathered to him some allies, they all perished and became quite delicious snacks along my way. The river became a swift current, and I had hardly enough time to get to shore before I found a sizable waterfall approaching a little further downstream. I continued on the path that followed the river, which traveled north, the direction I was told Azura's Shrine was in.

 

As I walked along admiring the views and gathering numerous flowers and plants, I came across an Orc. She demanded I pay the toll in order to cross this bridge I had come to. Tho she was not build as if to do fighting, I submitted and gave her 50 coin and continued on. Outraged by this, I began to rethink my disposition in the world. I was being robbed of more coins than I had lost in my entire life. This was not acceptable. Next time I would protest. As I finished crossing the bridge I came to a crossroad where I met another Dunmer sojourning to the Shrine like myself. He was weary of his walk and was taking a rest. He said he would get there if it would be the last thing he ever did.

 

So continuing on, I eventually came to the city called Windhelm. This city was another capital in Skyrim, home of the Stormcloak. Walls made of brick and stone made it seem indestructible an impenetrable. I entered the city in search of rest and food. Upon gaining access to the city, some drunken Nords were speaking hostilely toward a Dunmer, accusing her of being an Imperial spy. She was obviously upset by this accusation, and after the Nords left, she told me how Windhelm was the new home of many Dunmer that crossed the mountains into Skyrim from Morrowind. I found the place of which she talked, the "New Gnisis CornerClub." We talked and drank and told tales from our past, and late into the night I departed and finding the inn rested till the late morning.

 

Almost jumping out of the bed, the sound of horrible singing and drums rang out. The minstrel was unapologetic in her ways, after all everyone but myself was awake. I left the inn and took a right. Finding the blacksmiths and market area, I made some leather out of the wolves and deers I killed and bartered with the blacksmith for some decent coin and a katana and a bow with arrows.

 

I left Windhelm with a disturbing piece of news, a BOY was trying to summon the Dark Brotherhood. I left remembering the tales told of how the Dark Brotherhood attempted to kill the Nerevar many hundred years earlier. traveled on following the river, which was now turning into ice. I crossed the freezing cold waters to find myself face to face with what I now know as a Horker. It also thought it could kill me, but I easily out ran it and escaped its mind. As I turned my back on the Horker and Windhelm, I saw a most glorious sight. I city or fort, and it seemed as if it was suspended in mid air above the sea. I journeyed toward this marvelous sight and eventually found a path that led me to the town of Winterhold.

 

At first I did not know where I remembered that name from, till I realized the College of Winterhold or Mage's College was here. I quickly entered the town and run straight up to the gatekeeper, a high elf - as if I expected anything less.

 

"What is you business here, Dark Elf!" she said.

 

"I desire to enter the college and learn," I replied.

 

"First you must show me if you are worthy. Summon a Fire Atronach and then enter."

 

"I do not know the spell," I said feeling cast down.

 

"Very well!" she said, "I will sell you a tome to learn it for 30 coins if you can buy it."

 

Needless to say, I spent all the rest of my money on a spell that granted me access to the College. I did feel and home here, especially since I found that I was not the only new Apprentice to recently come in. A very attractive female Dunmer caught my eyes, and I stayed at the College, telling myself that I needed the brush up in my magic skills. After the first class lesson in Warding spells, we were released, and I went to my living quarters and slept till the morning where I would begin the next lesson in a ruin called Saarthal.

[LordWushin]

PART 5 - Dangerous Delving

 

After awaking and eating some food, I set I for the ruins of Saarthal to begin another lesson of some sort. The air was cold and filled with snow. Wind felt like teeth made of ice biting the very warm out of you. Nevertheless, the short walk to the ruin was short and without trouble. We gathered inside and our instructor, Tolfdir, gave us all a task. Mine was to help another mage scholar collect some enchanted jewelry. I did, and in the middle of taking an amulet of the wall, a trap sprang loose. Bars of iron lock me in this corner. I ran to the bars trying to see if anyone was there to help. Fortunately Tolfdir hear the noise and came questioning me of the obvious.

 

"What happened?" He asked.

 

"I just took this amulet of the wall and this," motioning to the bars, "happened. Can you find a lever or something?" I exclaimed.

 

He look a second then asked if I could see anything inside, as if I did not look. The he told me to put on the amulet and see what happened next as it might be something of importance. Immediately after putting the amulet on, a vortex of some kind of power or magic appeared to us and I blasted the it with my fire spell, and to my surprise the wall fell back and opened to a narrow passage. The bars also lifted and freedom was granted to escape; yet Tolfdir wanted to see what lied beyond. Following him like a little puppy, we came to another room filled with what looked like coffins but standing up right. We both looked in wonder as to the significance of this newly discovered area. Suddenly, in the middle of his sentence, Tolfdir stopped and froze still. All around became white and pale, and a figure appeared to me. Astonished by this new devilry as I saw it, the individual said two things I understood, "Danger" and "Psijic."

 

Then suddenly the man was gone! Tolfdir unfroze and exclaimed to me the strange feeling he had no doubt felt. I told him that happened, and the name Psijic Order intensified his curiosity into the ruins. He said the Psijic Order has been lost and never had dealings here. Amazed at the newly discovered information, three Draughr emerged from there tombs and attacked us. I summoned my Flame Atronach and drew my katana in my right hand and flame in my left. Two Draughr were quickly dispatched, but the third was more of a challenge. I was hit by this Restless Draughr's frost attack, and I instantly felt more cold and weak than even being out in the snow and wind. I fired my flames at him and charged with a power attack. I connected, and at the upward stroke of the enemy, I thrust my katana straight into its undead heart and kicked it away and off by blade.

 

I never felt so alive and ready for more. We continued till we came to another room, this time it was circular and lined with many standing coffin, which brought forth more Draughr for my hungry fire and blade. All were quickly and swiftly dealt with. Tolfdir declared he will stay and study these coffins, but he wanted me to continue. And I did. As I went little resistance was given, as my Atronach tore through the Draughr with mindless ease. I came to a room were I saw a most strange and wonder filling sight. I began to sneak around and came to the edge of the pavilion I was on, then suddenly a Draughr, looking very kingly and cruel, awoke and began to search for me. I was frightened out of my wits. I dared not move for my life depended on it. Thankfully tho Tolfdir came into the room and drew the Draughr's attention to him.

 

Summoning my Flame Atronach once more, I jumped down into the fight, but the creature would not give at any blow we dealt it. Tolfdir suddenly began to attack this protection field around the orb I had found, and instructed me to attack the monster. As I did the Draughr began to weaken and my strikes began to make an impact. I swung my blade missing the mark, and getting parried, I staggered away dazed at the blow dealt back at me. I saw the creature coming for the kill, and as his stroke fell a ball of fire flew by my head and threw the beast across the room silent and still. I look at my Atronach and thanked it tho it may not have understood my speech. I walked over to the dead undead animal and took from it another amulet and some pricey jewels. I joined up with Tolfdir who was mesmerized at the sight of this floating ball.

 

He directed me to run to the Arch-Mage and describe to him what we had found. As I began to search for an exit, I came across this staff, imbued with magic to damage health. It said "Staff of Jyrik Gauldurson." This would definitely be worth some gold or even a pretty decoration. Finally tho, I found an exit that lead me straight to the ruins entrance oddly enough. Here I left the ruins and ran to the College to declare our find.

[LordWushin]

PART 6 - Original Design

 

As I left the ruin of Saarthal, thoughts of what was going to happen next flooded my mind. Great adventure? A dead end? I knocked on the Arch-Mage's door leading to his private chambers. After hearing him bide me enter, I expounded to him what we had found. He was surprised that Tolfdir himself did not come; yet because he did not come might just mean it is very important. The Arch-Mage directed me to the library and to talk to the keeper and see if he knows anything of what we found. I departed and coming to the library, an Orc demanded I not harm any of his books. The keeper of the library told me nothing about what we found except for a book stolen out of the library many years before. He said if I go and find and take back the book, he could possibly find what we found.

 

I set off to the last known location of the book Urag gro-shub, the library keeper, gave me. Just before I exited the college, Ancano, a proud High Elf Thalmor advisor, questioned me as to what we had found. It did seem queer to me that he would want to know what this orb was even tho it was clearly none of his business. I evaded most of his probing and continued out of the College and out of Winterhold also.

 

Feeling somewhat free, I relaxed a bit and basked myself in the rare sunlight that came to this far north region, and as I came over the hill, I looked and saw something to the left. It was large and detailed from where I was. It could not be anything else but what I purposed to see - Azura's Shrine. Oh the joy and enlightenment I already felt. I ran with all haste and so fell straight into a small pack of wolves, but before they knew I was there, my Flame Atronach was conjured and my flames and blade were deep into their hides. After this small bump on the road, I ran into what looked like an alter or burial site of some sort. There was a skeleton and a hefty amount of loot, which I took - no one else is going to use it that I could see. Suddenly a strange aura appeared and raised the few dead skeletons around the site to life. I did not see them and definitely did not anticipate this happening. My Atronach was still near and took out two very quickly. The third was obviously some great hero of old and proved hard to conquer. I blasted him with my flames and then charged with a power attack, but the skeleton hero side stepped, and I missed him by a little. Being exposed now, the skeleton's blade struck my back and staggered me leaving me breathless and in pain. I managed to turn and block another attack from the hero and parried his third strike, which found its mark and broke him into many pieces.

 

My Atronach was gone now and my healing spells could not work faster, I thought to myself. The path I took proved to be a dead end to the dead, so I back tracked to the base of the small mountain. I looked at the Shrine and looked for any paths. Finding one hiding behind a cave hole, I briskly ran to the Shrine till I came to the steps leading up to the alter. Very solemnly I took each step. Thanking for and praying for safety. I reached the top and meet another Dark Elf, the caretaker of the Shrine. Before I could say anything, she declared to me that Azura had chosen me to be her champion. I was utterly astonished at this! Never had the Daedra or the Aedra ever spoken to me of my family that I had known of. Azura's Star was being defiled, and I was the one to reclaim it. This of course will now be my priority. I was told to find a scholar in Winterhold that might know of its location.

 

I departed and found myself in the inn where a ex-College Mage was living and experimenting. He told me of how another one of his fellow collegians thought he could become immortal by putting his soul into the Star, and that this mad man even killed students to find a way to this. Fortunately for me the location was in the same place as the book I was assigned to find. Finding out about this, I began to journey back to Whiterun, which I reached several days later virtually not attacked in any way. I began to think of how I would get to this old fort ruins that the Star and book was at. Fellglow Keep was the name, and it was on the southern side of the mountains that surrounded Whiterun to the south. Nothing seemed that easy to do, walking around either side would take days. Then I remembered the ruins in the mountain. A golden claw and a dragonstone where in there, both of which I was to recover. I determined to go through the ruins and from what I gathered, would end up on the other side somewhat close to Fellglow Keep.

 

The sun was still in the sky with several hours left of light. I started toward Bleak Falls Barrow and found myself looking over Riverwood again - what a peaceful, obscure place. I looked ahead and saw a stone tower. Bandits lurking around it told me a fight would soon follow. I drew my bow and began to sneak forward. Just as soon as I thought one bandit was in range, I let one arrow fly. The arrow was too low, and the bandits began to look for me. This was a bad start already! I drew another arrow, but this time the target was closer and after hitting the bandit square in the chest, I was discovered and arrows where flying towards me. I conjured my Flame Atronach again and began to fight with my flame and blade. The two bandits outside the tower were killed quickly, but I felt as if more lay within. I climbed the tower and encountered one more bandit. Obviously being the leader, this one charged down some stairs right at me shield and sword leading the way. I side stepped and dodged the strike. I quickly followed with a powerful backhand attack that sent my foe off the edge of the cliff. I wanted to see what the leader had on him, but I guess I will not ever get to know now. I stepped out of the tower, crossed the bridge, and ran up the rest of the small hill that lead to Bleak Falls Barrow. More bandits awaited me there, but they too were crushed by my Atronach and my bow. I entered the ruins and began my undesired path.

[Lutine]

Good job on the story!

The only qualm I have with it is your use of 'tho' over 'though'. Don't use too much slang. :thumbsup: