Tirdas 5th of Firstseed, 4th age, Riverwood providence of Skyrim.
Me and the stromcloaks were caught by the Imperial Legion near Falkreath, the southern most city in Skyrim. We were taken then to Helgen to be executed. One of the stormcloaks was at the block. Then as I was to be executed this great black beast appeared out of nowhere and destroyed the town. not many escaped. We in Riverwood are still waiting for survivors but, I fear there is non.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Skyrim Entry #1
Sundas 1st, First Seed 4th age. Boarder of Skyrim from Cyriodiil.
I am on my back home to Whiterun from the Imperial city. It has been 15 years since I last saw my family. I was a solider in the war against the Thalmor. I would curse all elves for what they and their kind have done, but I have a distant cousin who is a High elf. All I can do really is pity them and us Imperials, for bending at the knee to these milk drinker elves.
Morndas 2nd, First Seed 4th age. Edge of the boarder of Skyrim.
I came across a rather large caravan. I paid them no mind at first and thought I could pass them by and not be noticed. Of course I was wrong and I was immediately spotted by the guards of this group and was captured. They started to call me a spy. I told them that I was on my way back to my home to Whiterun in Skyrim. At first I wasn't to sure that they would believe me. Then their leader came to where they were holding me, He was a rather tall man. shaggy blonde hair, long grey cloak, a Nord no less. Now me living in a Nordish country I wasn't at all shocked but, then I learned who he was. Ulfric Stormcloak. The leader of the rebellion against the empire, a wanted man wrongly accused of murdering our high king all rumors I think. I later learned that this group called themselves the "Stormcloaks" and that they were on their way to raid an Imperial caravan.
I am on my back home to Whiterun from the Imperial city. It has been 15 years since I last saw my family. I was a solider in the war against the Thalmor. I would curse all elves for what they and their kind have done, but I have a distant cousin who is a High elf. All I can do really is pity them and us Imperials, for bending at the knee to these milk drinker elves.
Morndas 2nd, First Seed 4th age. Edge of the boarder of Skyrim.
I came across a rather large caravan. I paid them no mind at first and thought I could pass them by and not be noticed. Of course I was wrong and I was immediately spotted by the guards of this group and was captured. They started to call me a spy. I told them that I was on my way back to my home to Whiterun in Skyrim. At first I wasn't to sure that they would believe me. Then their leader came to where they were holding me, He was a rather tall man. shaggy blonde hair, long grey cloak, a Nord no less. Now me living in a Nordish country I wasn't at all shocked but, then I learned who he was. Ulfric Stormcloak. The leader of the rebellion against the empire, a wanted man wrongly accused of murdering our high king all rumors I think. I later learned that this group called themselves the "Stormcloaks" and that they were on their way to raid an Imperial caravan.
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