If needed, go to chapter 1 or chapter 4.
I didn't want to run into the very married temptress Sigrid, so I bailed out of town before daylight to begin my trip to Whiterun. Just before I reached the city, I happen to see some commotion in the distance on the other side of the river I walked parallel to. A couple of novice necromancers were battling a pack of wolves and won. I continued to walk, but then I heard them yelling and realized they were hurling insults at me and were standing at the ready to attack. However, they didn't enter the river to come after me, nor did they launch any long-range spells, but it was clear they wanted me dead so they could practice their necromantic arts.
I had no interest in helping them with their studies, but since they couldn't touch me, I figured I'd taunt them back, using a quote from Monty Python -- "I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries." That really made them angry and I was going to make general, vulgar motions with my arse and privates, but then I saw a Whiterun guard come up with his bow drawn. The necromancers railed like mad and told the guard to get stuffed, so he put an arrow through the throat of the first mage. The other one tried to run away, but the guard shot her in the butt before putting a second arrow in her skull. Seeing her fall into the river dead, the guard nodded at a job well done and told me to help myself to their gear if I wanted. I complied and now had two sets of necromancer robes and some other goodies. Sweet.
As I made my way up the road to the main Whiterun gates, I noticed a large number of troops manning the towers and keeping tabs on things. A lieutenant told me that they weren't letting anyone in other than residents, but he changed his mind when I told him I had word for Jarl Balgruff regarding the dragons. I was escorted to the Dragonreach Palace to see the Jarl, who was very interested in my dragon tale and immediately had his female, dark elf housecarl Irileth give the orders to have troops dispatched to Riverwood to defend the town.
The Jarl sent me to see his court wizard, Farengar Secret-Fire, who was researching dragons. I went to the room where Farengar was deep in work, but his dismissive attitude to me irked me as he wouldn't even bother to turn around to address me. I got the feeling that being a wizard in Skyrim wasn't seen as a good career choice, no matter how good a wizard you become. He told me that if I wanted to be helpful, I could bring him the Dragonstone, which he determined had been buried at Bleak Falls Barrow. After he described it, I realized he was talking about the stone tablet that I'd taken off the body of the Draugr Overloard I fought earlier.
"Is this what you want?" I asked. That got him to turn around and his attitude improved greatly.
"You already have it!" he said excitedly and took the stone from me. "I hadn't realized you are also a mage. Excellent." I wanted to say something snarky, but decided to let sleeping dogs lie. He eagerly discussed his research on dragons and why they would suddenly appear again after so many years.
Our chat was interupted by Irileth, who said that the Jarl wanted to speak to both of us. So, we walked back to his throne, where several military leaders had gathered.
"We have reports that a dragon has attacked the Western Watchtower," he said gravely. This tower guarded one of the approaches to Whiterun. "Since you have experience with these monsters, I want you to go with Irileth and a squadron of reinforcement troops to stop this dragon before it can reach Whiterun and cause damage to our civilians."
Considering my previous experience with a dragon had been running like mad and filling my pants with fresh dung, I wasn't sure what use I could be in helping well trained troops fight this thing. Besides, the last dragon didn't seem much phased by the Imperial troops that fought it, so why would the dragon be phased by some wannabe wizard and a group of Whiterun troops?
Farengar wanted to come with us as well in order to see a dragon first hand, but Jarl Balgruuf would hear none of it since if we failed, he'd need his only wizard to help defend the city.
With my heart in my throat, I followed Irileth to the gate of the city, where a detachment of troops waited for her. She briefed them on the situation and we were off, hopefully not to meet out doom.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
My Skyrim Adventures: Chapter 04
Chapter 1 is here.
It didn't take me long to reach a door with three arcs containing symbols. Since the Golden Claw had three symbols on it, it seemed reasonable to assume that I would rotate the symbols on the arcs over the door to match the pattern of the symbols on the claw. Then inserting the claw into the door, it turned like a key. Pretty nifty, eh? It did make me wonder how such elaborate door devices managed to survive hundreds and hundreds of years and still work, much like the elaborate traps I had encountered, such as the perpetual motion swinging axes. Magic, I guess.
Needless to say, eventually I arrived at the end of my journey through the various passages, Draugr, and the giant spider and found myself in a large chamber with an opening to the outside high above in the rock face. At the back of this large chamber was a wall that was seemingly calling to me. Now, I'm not stupid enough to just run to a wall just because I feel a compulsion to go check it out. After all, there was a large sarcophagus on a small platform in front of the wall, surrounded by postmortem instruments of death as well as a rather treasure chest. No doubt, something nasty inside was ready to pop out and scream at me the moment my back was turned so I could face the wall.
With my flame spells on the ready, I carefully circled the place, ignoring the choral call of the wall that grew louder within me anytime I got closer to it. I set the sarcophagus on fire and the flames burned for a moment before dying out and no response. I tinkered around with things, kicked the treasure chest and nothing. Still, I was sure there was something nasty inside. OK, I'll open the treasure chest.
Inside were some tasty goodies, including a Staff of Frostbite, which as far as I was concerned as a big score. I figured these nifty items belonged to whomever was inside the sarcophagus but still, no reaction. That meant that after looting the chest, my only course of action was to check out this bloody, annoying wall that desperately wanted my attention. However, I wasn't about to turn my back on this stupid sarcophagus and so I backed into the area of the three-sided wall that formed a kind of curve.
Nothing.
*sigh*
Since the choral music in my head demanded that I turn around and actually look at the etchings on the wall, I decided I had no choice and did just that. To my amazement, a piece of the etching glowed and burned in the back of my brain and oddly enough, I knew this was a dragon word, the first of three that formed a "shout" called Unrelenting Force -- Fus. Though I new the word, I found I couldn't say the word and that didn't make any sense to me.
The experience over, I used my newly found staff for support and turned to face the sarcophagus. Nothing had happened, so I decided that maybe I had been worried for nothing. I knew I could exit this place through the opening above as there was a means for doing so that went up the rock face behind the Dragon Wall.
No sooner than I left the area of the Dragon wall than my worst fears were confirm -- the lid of the sarcophagus pooped off and a tall Draugr crawled out. I didn't give him time to do anything as I blasted him with a combination of fire from one hand and frost from the other. The Draugr uttered some guttural speak that I could not understand, but it was clear he was taking exception to my having his staff and goods. I made use of the area to try to keep some distance, so he used a Frost spell on me. What a bastard!
Clearly, keeping my distance wasn't going to help, so despite the bitter cold of his Frost spell effects on me, I managed to club him with the staff, putting a freeze on his head and then kicked him in the midsection. He looked at me and laughed, at which point I realized his dangly bits no longer existed, so I set fire to that area of his anatomy and backed off.
I decided that a double-punch flame attack was my only option and tossed the staff aside, taking a moment to quaff a magika potion to recharge before opening up on him. He did the same to me, but the difference was that I was cooking him faster than he was freezing me. The Draugr finally collapsed and I looked for a bottle of brandy to revive myself a bit. Once I'd recovered some, I found the Staff of Frostbite again and then looted the Draugr's body. In addition to the normal gold and such, he also carried a stone tablet. I figured it must be important since this guardian was carrying it, so I put it in my pack and left.
The trip back to Riverwood was thankfully uneventful. I returned the Golden Claw to Lucan, who paid me a bunch of gold. I decided not to tell them about my adventures after retrieving the claw from Arvel. His sister Camilla kissed me in thanks, and I was reminded of my earlier thoughts about trying to marry her for greater profit for myself. I noticed that Lucan had a spell tome for Firebolt, which he gladly gave me when I asked to buy it. I left the happy siblings and returned to the inn to get some much needed sleep, but only after I'd learned this new spell. After all, I had a feeling I'd need it.
Proceed to chapter 5.
It didn't take me long to reach a door with three arcs containing symbols. Since the Golden Claw had three symbols on it, it seemed reasonable to assume that I would rotate the symbols on the arcs over the door to match the pattern of the symbols on the claw. Then inserting the claw into the door, it turned like a key. Pretty nifty, eh? It did make me wonder how such elaborate door devices managed to survive hundreds and hundreds of years and still work, much like the elaborate traps I had encountered, such as the perpetual motion swinging axes. Magic, I guess.
Needless to say, eventually I arrived at the end of my journey through the various passages, Draugr, and the giant spider and found myself in a large chamber with an opening to the outside high above in the rock face. At the back of this large chamber was a wall that was seemingly calling to me. Now, I'm not stupid enough to just run to a wall just because I feel a compulsion to go check it out. After all, there was a large sarcophagus on a small platform in front of the wall, surrounded by postmortem instruments of death as well as a rather treasure chest. No doubt, something nasty inside was ready to pop out and scream at me the moment my back was turned so I could face the wall.
With my flame spells on the ready, I carefully circled the place, ignoring the choral call of the wall that grew louder within me anytime I got closer to it. I set the sarcophagus on fire and the flames burned for a moment before dying out and no response. I tinkered around with things, kicked the treasure chest and nothing. Still, I was sure there was something nasty inside. OK, I'll open the treasure chest.
Inside were some tasty goodies, including a Staff of Frostbite, which as far as I was concerned as a big score. I figured these nifty items belonged to whomever was inside the sarcophagus but still, no reaction. That meant that after looting the chest, my only course of action was to check out this bloody, annoying wall that desperately wanted my attention. However, I wasn't about to turn my back on this stupid sarcophagus and so I backed into the area of the three-sided wall that formed a kind of curve.
Nothing.
*sigh*
Since the choral music in my head demanded that I turn around and actually look at the etchings on the wall, I decided I had no choice and did just that. To my amazement, a piece of the etching glowed and burned in the back of my brain and oddly enough, I knew this was a dragon word, the first of three that formed a "shout" called Unrelenting Force -- Fus. Though I new the word, I found I couldn't say the word and that didn't make any sense to me.
The experience over, I used my newly found staff for support and turned to face the sarcophagus. Nothing had happened, so I decided that maybe I had been worried for nothing. I knew I could exit this place through the opening above as there was a means for doing so that went up the rock face behind the Dragon Wall.
No sooner than I left the area of the Dragon wall than my worst fears were confirm -- the lid of the sarcophagus pooped off and a tall Draugr crawled out. I didn't give him time to do anything as I blasted him with a combination of fire from one hand and frost from the other. The Draugr uttered some guttural speak that I could not understand, but it was clear he was taking exception to my having his staff and goods. I made use of the area to try to keep some distance, so he used a Frost spell on me. What a bastard!
Clearly, keeping my distance wasn't going to help, so despite the bitter cold of his Frost spell effects on me, I managed to club him with the staff, putting a freeze on his head and then kicked him in the midsection. He looked at me and laughed, at which point I realized his dangly bits no longer existed, so I set fire to that area of his anatomy and backed off.
I decided that a double-punch flame attack was my only option and tossed the staff aside, taking a moment to quaff a magika potion to recharge before opening up on him. He did the same to me, but the difference was that I was cooking him faster than he was freezing me. The Draugr finally collapsed and I looked for a bottle of brandy to revive myself a bit. Once I'd recovered some, I found the Staff of Frostbite again and then looted the Draugr's body. In addition to the normal gold and such, he also carried a stone tablet. I figured it must be important since this guardian was carrying it, so I put it in my pack and left.
The trip back to Riverwood was thankfully uneventful. I returned the Golden Claw to Lucan, who paid me a bunch of gold. I decided not to tell them about my adventures after retrieving the claw from Arvel. His sister Camilla kissed me in thanks, and I was reminded of my earlier thoughts about trying to marry her for greater profit for myself. I noticed that Lucan had a spell tome for Firebolt, which he gladly gave me when I asked to buy it. I left the happy siblings and returned to the inn to get some much needed sleep, but only after I'd learned this new spell. After all, I had a feeling I'd need it.
Proceed to chapter 5.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
My Skyrim Adventures: Chapter 03
If you haven't done so already, here is chapter 1.
The following morning, I took the house clearing junk I'd gathered from Alvor's house and dragged it to the Riverwood Trader's store. No sooner than I'd walked to the door than this stupid Bosmer named Faendal wanted to help him with his love life, as if I had time for that. Still, I might get some coin out of the bastard, so I agreed to help him. He wanted me to set up this other dude named Sven with a fake letter. Ugh. I decided I'd accept his request, but I planned on screwing him over big time.
Inside the store, his intended Camilla, the sister of the store's owner Lucan, swept up. I let her know about Faendal's scheme and she thanked me, telling me I should tell Sven. Fine, I'd do that after I sold all of this crap I was lugging around.
Lucan bought all my junk and said that if I did him a favor, he'd reward me for it. Apparently, some thief named Arvel robbed the place the night before, but had only taken one item, a family heirloom called the Golden Claw. I had wanted to get to Whiterun as soon as possible to get these people some troops to help them should a dragon attack, but then I thought, "Troops didn't help the people of Helgen and probably won't help the folks here either." In that light, I figured it wouldn't hurt to make a quick run to Bleak Falls Barrow, where Arvel was rumored to have holed up with his band of bandits.
Camilla walked me to the bridge going out of town to make sure I went on the right path. She wistfully stated how much she wished she could go adventuring. I looked at her and thought, "she's not a bad looking bird." It then occurred to me that since I hadn't talked to Sven yet, if I injected myself into this contest for Camilla's heart, her brother would probably give me better prices for my goods and sell things to me at a family discount. Something to think about.
I left Camilla and walked to the Bleak Falls Temple. The place was gorgeous, though the wind was terrible, blowing the snow on the ground up and over the path, cutting to the bone with its chill. Some bandits made the mistake of firing arrows at me and I flamed them to death before looting the bodies and moving on. I couldn't shake the feeling that a dragon might suddenly pop up at any time, but thankfully, I made it inside before anything happened.
Inside, more bandits had made camp in what was a plundered temple. I overheard them talk about their Dark Elf leader having gone to the barrow for something and how they were glad not to have to deal with the undead that guarded the place. Too bad they had to deal with me because soon, they were eating flames and dying. I could tell my skills with setting things on fire was getting better and I was excited by this. After all, I might need to burn some places down before all was said and done.
The Barrows themselves were what you'd expect -- dead bodies filling cavities in the walls where they'd been laid to rest. Unfortunately for me, not all of these dead bodies were resting and these "Draugr," as they were called, would groan, get up, and come after me. They were mummified corpses still wearing their battle gear and carrying their weapons. Oddly enough, they were also carrying gold from their former life. I decided to help these poor souls and end their lives for good, relieving them of the burden of carrying around anything any longer, much less gold coins. Granted, some were harder than others to put to rest, but the undead don't seem to do well with fire and the more I used fire, the stronger I got.
It didn't take long for me to see evidence of giant spiders at work. Great. Did I mention I hate spiders? I heard a voice yelling names, saying that they needed to come get him but to also make sure and kill the spider. He then yelled that it was on the move and I got ready. Sure enough, the biggest spider I'd ever seen came running to me. Fine, eat flames you stupid spider! The fire did make the spider pause a moment, allowing me to back away a bit. I poured the flame on, but it wasn't enough. Thankfully, I still had magic potions and fumbled for one to guzzle it to recharge my batteries.
The spider closed the distance and I managed to flame the sucker in the eyes. It still managed to get a hit on me, but fortunately it was a minor one as the last of the flames left my hand into the now dead spider. I carefully looked for more spiders, but saw none, only some egg sacks which I set alight as soon as I got some energy back.
Meanwhile, the Dark Elf thief Arvel yelled at me to quit wasting time and get him down. I told him I wasn't doing it until he gave me the claw. He said the claw was actually a key to a treasure and he'd share it with me if I freed him. While I believed his story of the treasure, I didn't believe him, but I saw no other recourse but to free him from the webbing. I set it on fire and he dropped to the ground and took off running, calling me a sucker. He darted around the corner of a now revealed cavern and was gone. Bastard. Fortunately, I'm a good runner so I took off after him.
Turns out, I needn't have worried. A scream from Arvel followed by the sounds of clashing metal and then the unmistakeable sound of something getting sliced echoed down the passage. I cautiously moved forward and saw Arvel dead on the ground, a rather large Draugr looking down on his victim. He then turned to me and it was all I could do to kill the mummified warrior with my streams of flame before he took me out. I removed the gold from the Draugr, then did the same for Arvel as well as retrieving the Golden Claw. Well, if it was a treasure key, no reason I couldn't help myself to said treasure and then return the claw to its owner for more gold, eh? With that in mind, I pressed forward to find this treasure.
Goto Chapter 4.
The following morning, I took the house clearing junk I'd gathered from Alvor's house and dragged it to the Riverwood Trader's store. No sooner than I'd walked to the door than this stupid Bosmer named Faendal wanted to help him with his love life, as if I had time for that. Still, I might get some coin out of the bastard, so I agreed to help him. He wanted me to set up this other dude named Sven with a fake letter. Ugh. I decided I'd accept his request, but I planned on screwing him over big time.
Inside the store, his intended Camilla, the sister of the store's owner Lucan, swept up. I let her know about Faendal's scheme and she thanked me, telling me I should tell Sven. Fine, I'd do that after I sold all of this crap I was lugging around.
Lucan bought all my junk and said that if I did him a favor, he'd reward me for it. Apparently, some thief named Arvel robbed the place the night before, but had only taken one item, a family heirloom called the Golden Claw. I had wanted to get to Whiterun as soon as possible to get these people some troops to help them should a dragon attack, but then I thought, "Troops didn't help the people of Helgen and probably won't help the folks here either." In that light, I figured it wouldn't hurt to make a quick run to Bleak Falls Barrow, where Arvel was rumored to have holed up with his band of bandits.
Camilla walked me to the bridge going out of town to make sure I went on the right path. She wistfully stated how much she wished she could go adventuring. I looked at her and thought, "she's not a bad looking bird." It then occurred to me that since I hadn't talked to Sven yet, if I injected myself into this contest for Camilla's heart, her brother would probably give me better prices for my goods and sell things to me at a family discount. Something to think about.
I left Camilla and walked to the Bleak Falls Temple. The place was gorgeous, though the wind was terrible, blowing the snow on the ground up and over the path, cutting to the bone with its chill. Some bandits made the mistake of firing arrows at me and I flamed them to death before looting the bodies and moving on. I couldn't shake the feeling that a dragon might suddenly pop up at any time, but thankfully, I made it inside before anything happened.
Inside, more bandits had made camp in what was a plundered temple. I overheard them talk about their Dark Elf leader having gone to the barrow for something and how they were glad not to have to deal with the undead that guarded the place. Too bad they had to deal with me because soon, they were eating flames and dying. I could tell my skills with setting things on fire was getting better and I was excited by this. After all, I might need to burn some places down before all was said and done.
The Barrows themselves were what you'd expect -- dead bodies filling cavities in the walls where they'd been laid to rest. Unfortunately for me, not all of these dead bodies were resting and these "Draugr," as they were called, would groan, get up, and come after me. They were mummified corpses still wearing their battle gear and carrying their weapons. Oddly enough, they were also carrying gold from their former life. I decided to help these poor souls and end their lives for good, relieving them of the burden of carrying around anything any longer, much less gold coins. Granted, some were harder than others to put to rest, but the undead don't seem to do well with fire and the more I used fire, the stronger I got.
It didn't take long for me to see evidence of giant spiders at work. Great. Did I mention I hate spiders? I heard a voice yelling names, saying that they needed to come get him but to also make sure and kill the spider. He then yelled that it was on the move and I got ready. Sure enough, the biggest spider I'd ever seen came running to me. Fine, eat flames you stupid spider! The fire did make the spider pause a moment, allowing me to back away a bit. I poured the flame on, but it wasn't enough. Thankfully, I still had magic potions and fumbled for one to guzzle it to recharge my batteries.
The spider closed the distance and I managed to flame the sucker in the eyes. It still managed to get a hit on me, but fortunately it was a minor one as the last of the flames left my hand into the now dead spider. I carefully looked for more spiders, but saw none, only some egg sacks which I set alight as soon as I got some energy back.
Meanwhile, the Dark Elf thief Arvel yelled at me to quit wasting time and get him down. I told him I wasn't doing it until he gave me the claw. He said the claw was actually a key to a treasure and he'd share it with me if I freed him. While I believed his story of the treasure, I didn't believe him, but I saw no other recourse but to free him from the webbing. I set it on fire and he dropped to the ground and took off running, calling me a sucker. He darted around the corner of a now revealed cavern and was gone. Bastard. Fortunately, I'm a good runner so I took off after him.
Turns out, I needn't have worried. A scream from Arvel followed by the sounds of clashing metal and then the unmistakeable sound of something getting sliced echoed down the passage. I cautiously moved forward and saw Arvel dead on the ground, a rather large Draugr looking down on his victim. He then turned to me and it was all I could do to kill the mummified warrior with my streams of flame before he took me out. I removed the gold from the Draugr, then did the same for Arvel as well as retrieving the Golden Claw. Well, if it was a treasure key, no reason I couldn't help myself to said treasure and then return the claw to its owner for more gold, eh? With that in mind, I pressed forward to find this treasure.
Goto Chapter 4.
Monday, November 28, 2011
My Skyrim Adventures: Chapter 02
For those who missed it, here's chapter 1.
Hadvar and my journey to Riverwood was mostly uneventful. He grew up in these parts and showed me some different things, such as the stones that provide blessings to those in need. I chose the stone for a mage, deciding that I wanted to be the most destructive thing this world had ever seen and make dragons look like chump change. Hey, if you are going to fantasize, may as well go for the really big ones.
Arriving in Riverwood, we stopped at his Uncle Alvor's place, who happened to be the local blacksmith. Hadvar said I was the person who helped him get out of Helgen alive. I tried to protest, but Hadvar and Alvor would have none of it. Heck, Alvor even told me that I could have a run of his house for whatever goods I might need, within reason of course. Realizing I wouldn't win this and that I needed the coin, I decided to loot the house.
My looting plans were put on hold since Alvor and Hadvar wanted to talk of the dragon attack. There was much concern about the Stormcloaks having access to a dragon and what it would mean to this small town. Since I'd made mention earlier of heading to Whiterun later on, Alvor asked me to speak to the Jarl Balgruuf to tell him what had happened and to send for troops. I said I'd do it.
While the two of them talked, Alvor's wife Sigrid put down all kinds of food and front of us and I ate like there was no tomorrow. She seem pleased by how I wolfed down the food and after I ate, I decided to loot the place, leaving only the most expensive items for the family and whatever essentials they may need. Hey, I needed the cash.
It wasn't until Sigrid passed me and smiled at me again that I looked at the junk I was collecting and realized that Alvor was simply using me to clean out the rubbish from his home rather than have to deal with it himself. Well, if I hadn't been so broke, I would have dumped all that trash into their wardrobe with a note that said, "take out your own stupid trash, why don't you?" That would have shown them. Instead, I took all their crap, but I did leave a small surprise in one of Alvor's spare boots. Heh. Take that, Alvor!
Making sure I had everything and then some, I saw Sigrid again reading a book downstairs. She was alone and smiled at me, telling me coyly that she was already spoken for. Well, I wasn't asking for anything but when I saw her cross her legs again, I realized this was her way of saying, "Even though my husband is upstairs drinking and chatting, I need a man, NOW." I may have been doing a house clearing for Alvor, but I figured his wife fell into that "within reason" aspect and I decided to make a hasty retreat before we had a Joseph situation here.
It was late and since I didn't want to impose on the family any further, I decided to head to the local inn for the night. Sigrid told Alvor that I really should stay, which was all I needed to insist on getting the heck out of Dodge. Fortunately, they let me go without too much more fuss and before I left, Hadvar again thanked me and told me I should join the Imperial Legion. I told him I'd think about it and went to the inn for the night. As I lay in bed, I couldn't stop thinking about Sigrid. Darn her temptress ways!
Goto chapter 3.
Hadvar and my journey to Riverwood was mostly uneventful. He grew up in these parts and showed me some different things, such as the stones that provide blessings to those in need. I chose the stone for a mage, deciding that I wanted to be the most destructive thing this world had ever seen and make dragons look like chump change. Hey, if you are going to fantasize, may as well go for the really big ones.
Arriving in Riverwood, we stopped at his Uncle Alvor's place, who happened to be the local blacksmith. Hadvar said I was the person who helped him get out of Helgen alive. I tried to protest, but Hadvar and Alvor would have none of it. Heck, Alvor even told me that I could have a run of his house for whatever goods I might need, within reason of course. Realizing I wouldn't win this and that I needed the coin, I decided to loot the house.
My looting plans were put on hold since Alvor and Hadvar wanted to talk of the dragon attack. There was much concern about the Stormcloaks having access to a dragon and what it would mean to this small town. Since I'd made mention earlier of heading to Whiterun later on, Alvor asked me to speak to the Jarl Balgruuf to tell him what had happened and to send for troops. I said I'd do it.
While the two of them talked, Alvor's wife Sigrid put down all kinds of food and front of us and I ate like there was no tomorrow. She seem pleased by how I wolfed down the food and after I ate, I decided to loot the place, leaving only the most expensive items for the family and whatever essentials they may need. Hey, I needed the cash.
It wasn't until Sigrid passed me and smiled at me again that I looked at the junk I was collecting and realized that Alvor was simply using me to clean out the rubbish from his home rather than have to deal with it himself. Well, if I hadn't been so broke, I would have dumped all that trash into their wardrobe with a note that said, "take out your own stupid trash, why don't you?" That would have shown them. Instead, I took all their crap, but I did leave a small surprise in one of Alvor's spare boots. Heh. Take that, Alvor!
Making sure I had everything and then some, I saw Sigrid again reading a book downstairs. She was alone and smiled at me, telling me coyly that she was already spoken for. Well, I wasn't asking for anything but when I saw her cross her legs again, I realized this was her way of saying, "Even though my husband is upstairs drinking and chatting, I need a man, NOW." I may have been doing a house clearing for Alvor, but I figured his wife fell into that "within reason" aspect and I decided to make a hasty retreat before we had a Joseph situation here.
It was late and since I didn't want to impose on the family any further, I decided to head to the local inn for the night. Sigrid told Alvor that I really should stay, which was all I needed to insist on getting the heck out of Dodge. Fortunately, they let me go without too much more fuss and before I left, Hadvar again thanked me and told me I should join the Imperial Legion. I told him I'd think about it and went to the inn for the night. As I lay in bed, I couldn't stop thinking about Sigrid. Darn her temptress ways!
Goto chapter 3.
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