At least Gerdur, Ralof’s sister, knows how to lay off the propaganda. In exchange for using her house she’s asked if I could go to Whiterun and ask the Yarl Jarl to station some extra soldiers here. While I hate to visit another city… she has a point. This is a small village, with no walls, small force. If a dragon were to attack, they would stand no chance.
I’m not going to stay at her house, though. I don’t trust myself around Ralof and anything sharp.
After a group of bandits, some walking dead, and a giant spider I found Lucan’s stupid claw. But there was still more cave to explore and I didn’t really want to go past that spider corpse again, so I kept going.
If I had known it would lead to a wall that glowed when I got close and a corpse that nearly cut me in half, I would have braved the dead spider. Now, I have the word “Force” floating around my head and cut across my ribs that will probably scar.
Fuck Lucan and his claw. I wonder how he’d react if I just dropped it in a river somewhere.
For the past two days I’ve been lying in a bed sleeping, coughing, and apparently puking. Vilkas (who’s still here for goddess knows what reason) tells me I caught a nasty bug and haven’t been able to keep anything down.
Every chance he gets he somehow slips in how I threw up on his boots.
Regarding the vomit in Vilkas’s shoes… I need to think about what I’m going to tell the Guild.
I swear by every bloody Divine, if I hear one more Nord say he wants some ‘variety’ and then give me this smile, I will become extremely violent.
I punched that disgusting man out of his chair. Vilkas came into the room to see me holding onto the wall, giggling at the look on the floor-man’s face.
Because you know who else I won’t have sex with?
Vilkas won’t stop chuckling into his food and I can feel the eyes boring into my back.
…He’ll stop laughing when I tell him I want to sleep in his room tonight.
After moving through this cave we came upon a door which was obviously wrought with traps that I wanted to disarm. My fumbling fingers did something wrong and the door slid upwards instead.
I was then greeted with the largest Sabercat I have ever seen with a coat I did not recognize. When it lunged I stopped breathing. But it triggered all of the traps set near the door and landed at my feet, dead.
I think I nearly shat myself.
After a walk the Blackreach-looking cave (filled with large green-stripped deer and even larger Sabercats) ended in a shrine, of all things.
A shrine to Auriel. Which means we’re on the right track.
But the person tending the shrines is… a Snow Elf? If this place didn’t remind me of Blackreach I would have liked to stay and speak with him. He seems lonely, anyway.
However, we need to embark on a pilgrimage so we can get into the place that holds Auriel’s Bow and… Gelebor’s brother. Who he wants us to kill.
“The shrines will be tended by the priests, they will open the way for you.”
“So, will they be able to help us find the other shrines?”
“I am afraid not. Their ghosts still believe that this is an active pilgrimage. they will treat you as they would treat any other pilgrim.”
“Well,” Serana turned towards me. “At least I can’t freeze to death. That portal looks like it goes somewhere cold.”
“I’m afraid those will not be the only dangers you face. There will be those of the Betrayed in the Vale.”
So far as he knows, he and his brother are the only snow elves left living on Tamriel so–
I guess my brother can become friends with anyone.
“Oh, wow you brought a dog. I would have preferred the horses.”
“Shut up. Let’s get this over with.”
“At least I’m alive.” Felix said as he walked past both of us, into the cave.
“Oh I see how it is.”
“Yeah, It’s easier to come up with insults for Vampires then Werewolves.”
“Like how you’re all savages?”
“Would you two shut up? If a cave full of–”
“There’s no one here.” They say it together and I already hate this trip.
This cave is nestled in the Jerall Mountain range and I could just go over t– and remarkably warm… and empty. I got a look when I said I wanted to soak in the spring here before reading something that could make me insane.
left: without Detailed Faces. right: with Detailed Faces
so, a lot of the faces mods I’ve tried tend to lighten/washout skin tones (not to mention the over abundance of smoothing). Imagine my surprise when this one does the exact opposite and manages to give her more what i had in mind for her canon skin tone.
The Greybeards want me to get a horn from one of the nordic ruins much further north. While I loathe to head back into the snow so soon, I feel like I owe the Greybeards, and getting an ancient relic is the least I can do.
“Remember Dragonborn, go down the mountain slowly and take breaks when you feel winded. Otherwise you’ll just become ill again.”
“Thank you, Arngeir. I appreciate all of your help. And again, I apologize for taking so long to come.”
“It is enough that you came at all Dragonborn.”
I’m not getting the headaches associated with words and shouts anymore, I’m told I was “thinking about it wrong.”