Post by ahbis-el on Jun 2, 2013 8:50:19 GMT -5
Morndas of Hearthfire, 4E 201
It's been two moons since I left Dawnstar, I already feel the rush of new blood trailing down my blades tip. I need to keep composure, or this poor soul transporting me may never see the light of day or the caress of the moons light. A day ago we came to a storm cloak post to stock up on supplies, luckly they don't act as rash as the imperials do; but they lack manners when speaking with an elder. I over heard them speaking of an old tale of some shrine near by having untold riches, I would have taken the chance; if only I were a hatchling again, but for now I'll find someone to accompany me there.
After they filled themselves on mead I helped myself to their provisions and weapons, nothing to my liking aside from a letter addressing them about a young blind girl whom maybe in Whiterun. Apparently the bounty isn't decided but she is wanted alive or dead, assuming it was the only copy i stashed it way, I may be able to find the child and collect. Before i could even think to shut my eyes, we where off again this time i had to hear the rambling of a drunken nord the rest of the way; what i wouldn't give for him to stumble into a saber cats den.
It's been two moons since I left Dawnstar, I already feel the rush of new blood trailing down my blades tip. I need to keep composure, or this poor soul transporting me may never see the light of day or the caress of the moons light. A day ago we came to a storm cloak post to stock up on supplies, luckly they don't act as rash as the imperials do; but they lack manners when speaking with an elder. I over heard them speaking of an old tale of some shrine near by having untold riches, I would have taken the chance; if only I were a hatchling again, but for now I'll find someone to accompany me there.
After they filled themselves on mead I helped myself to their provisions and weapons, nothing to my liking aside from a letter addressing them about a young blind girl whom maybe in Whiterun. Apparently the bounty isn't decided but she is wanted alive or dead, assuming it was the only copy i stashed it way, I may be able to find the child and collect. Before i could even think to shut my eyes, we where off again this time i had to hear the rambling of a drunken nord the rest of the way; what i wouldn't give for him to stumble into a saber cats den.
Middas of Hearthfire, 4E 201
Coming to White run was the worst idea its loud, crowded, and smells of nord sweat and juniper berries. Where is dragons tongue when you need it, or eat a hand full of death bells to drown out the smell. A woman named yosalda if i remember correctly asked if i knew anything about those forsaken cats, i hope she falls prey to Molag Bal. I was pointed to the Bannered Mare, where Hulda provide me a room for the night.
[/center]