edclist Posted June 18, 2012 Share Posted June 18, 2012 (edited) The Journal of Grimstad I cried today, With determination but no more purpose, I walked out of Windhelm, knelt at the end of the causeway and wept. It seems I have spent the last year running everywhere but today I walked. I am tired. Tired of the killing. Tired of the deceit. Tired of the manipulation. I did what I had to do but I did not like it. He asked that I be the one. As a son of Skyrim, I felt I owed him that. May Talos be with you my brother. I heard her say it too. Tallius didn’t, but I did. WHY? Why did he have to be such an egotistical, racist bastard. He could have done so much for Skyrim but I could not let him assume power. He was oh so wrong for the job but oh so right about some things. The Dominion lives. And it courses through the veins of the Empire. I know it. I have proof, but no one wants to hear about it. The Empire brings stability and peace, but at what cost? What does it matter whom one prays to? That question has cost more than a few Justiciers their life. Why should they care? I said nothing and they took at as grounds to assault me, and for that they died. The first time Lydia freaked and called it murder, but she soon came to take my side in the issue. Oh gods how I have changed her. She used to be devastatingly beautiful, but now she is simply devastating in every way. Some times I think it is I who should be following her. Oh my beautiful Lydia. I knew the moment I saw you that we would be one. You are my shield maiden in oh so many ways. You have always been there to watch my back. So many times you have protected me, but I could not protect you from this. We did it together but you always followed my direction, so it is I who must bare the guilt. You have not looked me in the eye since the battle of Whiterun. I feel I have lost your respect. Of all the losses in the last year, that is the one that breaks my heart. So here we sit. I feel broken and dirty. Our home is in ruins. I really liked it here but I guess we can move back to Whiterun. It’s small but it’s comfortable and things should get back to normal soon. We’d made so many friends in Windhelm but it won’t take long before the word has spread about what I did here today. They won’t soon forget. Damn it! Someone has to pay for this. I think I’ll send Lydia back to the Run to get the house set up for living again while I make a little side trip. I don’t believe I was properly introduced at that party. They should get to know me a little better and learn what their nightmares were preparing them for. I’m not sneaking out the back door this time. I’m storming in the front. *****OOC******I just finished a major point in the game and had to share my feelings. I don’t know what’s left but I know there has to be more. I got a few unanswered questions and a few unopened locations. But where I’m at right now would be a good ending point in any other game and I had to share what I was feeling. I know I could have played it another way but a quest trigger forced me to make a choice I wasn’t really happy with. Oh well, se la vi. For better or worse, nothing will have the impact of your first play through, and I do feel kind of dirty after that. I haven’t played a Beth fantasy title since Arena. I kind of burned out on fantasy a long time ago but I’m glad I played this. I sincerely hope Beth can bring this level of gaming to Fallout 4. And in case you’re wondering, I am running about 50 mods and what makes Lydia so devastating is Amazing Follower Tweaks.BTW. For some reason, after the battle of Whiterun Lydia REALLY would not look me in the eye. It took a couple missions before she was back to normal. Seriously, I’d get right in her face and she was always looking to the side. A weird little glitch that really added a little emotional impact. Edited June 18, 2012 by edclist Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Perraine Posted June 18, 2012 Share Posted June 18, 2012 Ahhh ... the choices we make ... Are they the easy choices? ... <sigh> never ... Are they the moral choices? ... sometimes ... Are they the "right" choices? ... Only the Nine knows ... But choices they were, and it was for us to do the choosing. 'Tis to be hoped that at least in the future when these stories are told, and the songs of these choices are sung, that the heroes of the future will also make choices that they feel are "right" and that the heroes of old residing on Sovngarde, perhaps even including us, will agree ... The story as told is, in some ways, very good, and the fact it can elicit such emotion speaks well of the writer, but of the director and the producer overseeing the writing and qualifying it's completeness and continuity? I cannot speak the words here for fear of those with gentle constitutions or delicacy of demeanor reading them and being unduly offended. <RW> BTW I adore "1stperson High Style" enormously ... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
edclist Posted June 18, 2012 Author Share Posted June 18, 2012 I used to enjoy it too but I really burned out on Evercrack. You could say I loved it to death. Gave my account to a friend and never looked back. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
breakwind Posted June 18, 2012 Share Posted June 18, 2012 I like to revisit the party myself from time to time...helps clear the head Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Relativelybest Posted June 18, 2012 Share Posted June 18, 2012 (edited) To Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm. Jarl Ulfric, I'm sure you've wondered what became of me after you sent me and Galmar to Korvanjund to retrieve the Jagged Crown. Well, I have good news and bad news. The good news is that I have the crown. The bad news is that I have decided to give it to General Tullius. I realize that this probably comes as quite a disappointment to you, and for that I sincerely apologize, but it was the only way I could think of to get them to let me join the Imperial Legion. Oh yeah, about that: I'm joining the Imperial Legion, so you may consider this my letter of resignation. Now, I know what you are thinking: "But Saga, you swore a holy oath to serve me as a Stormcloak!" Well, yes, that is true. And I do feel bad for breaking that oath. But if you will listen to my story, I think you will agree with my decision and find it in your heart to forgive me, for the cause of my defection is the only thing in life greater then honor: Love! Yes, I've fallen in love. And not with some random person I barely know, for whom I once did some small favor on a whim, no, because that would be stupid and the opposite of romantic. Instead, Divine Mara saw it fit to enchant my heart with a love as grand and bittersweet as all the songs of the Poetic Edda. The object of my love is non other than Jarl Elisif herself! (It's kind of a long story and if I tried to tell it this letter would soon become a book. Let's just say I got sidetracked on my way from Korvanjund and somehow ended up in Solitude. The rest, as they say, is history.) I now desire nothing more than to serve as my beloved lady's champion, even though this would have me to draw my sword against those I once called comrades and friends. But I know that should we meet on the battlefields as enemies, there will be no bitterness between us. For you and I, Jarl Ulfric, are both slaves of love, you for your country and me for my queen, and we have no choice but to follow the decrees of our hearts. Your former loyal servant,-Saga Wyrm, the Dragonborn. PS. Thanks for getting Torygg out of the way. Edited June 18, 2012 by Relativelybest Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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