So! I got up bright and early again.
Well. I say bright and early. I think it's still dark outside. I had a quick breakfast of rabbit, bread, cheese, and mead, and I'm letting it settle while I write.
I really like this mead stuff. It's delicious! WAY better than wine!
Yup, still dark. Bumped into a guy on the bridge, who asked me if I could give some supplies to the greybeards on the mountain. Since I was going there anyway, I agreed to. They're pretty light. Smell a bit salty, though. Is that a bear?
It was a bear. With a cave behind it! Nyow I am up two bear pelts, and some gold! And some iron ore, and a healing potion. Off up these 7,000 steps, then. Surely it's just hyperbole.
I hate wolves.
Stupid nyords and their stupid steps. This wasn't hyperbole at all!
Lots of goats up here. Nyot very tasty, though.
WOW that's a long way down. My ears keep popping. I blame this helmet. Need to make one that's better on my ears.
Getting lightheaded. Don't know why.
Stopped for a picnic. Moar mead! Yay mead!
Finally. Made it. No thanks to the local wildlife. I have ten WHITE wolf pelts, and got attacked by a DRAGON. I have decided I hate dragons. I killed it, with the assistance of a nyice lady I was chatting to when it attacked me. She'd vanished by the time I killed it. I hope she's okay. She was pretty.
It shot cold, and my magic sword wasn't much use against it. Switched to my backup (and really sharp!) steel one, which wasn't much better. Bound Sword worked very well, until it ran out. Then back to shooting fire at the thing and hacking at it with steel.
Lydia's gone missing. I hope she didn't fall off. But yay dragon soul, I guess? And dragon bones, too! And a lump of scale!
What's that nyoise?
Ow. Ow ow ow OW ow ow. Killed my first troll! It nyearly killed me, though! But Lydia saved the day and distracted it long enough for me to heal up and take a few magicka potions! Then I BURNED it!
The greybeards are kinda wierd. Also, the lightheadedness is apparently something called 'altitude sickness', according to Master Arngeir. He gave me a potion the locals use to deal with it, and told me to take deeper breaths.
I learned another word! RO to go with my FUS! FUS RO! FUS RO! FUUUUS RO!
I'm apparently nyot meant to keep using it on pots and things. Spoilsport nyords are spoilsports.
I nyow knyow how to move REALLY fast. Whirlwind sprint! WULD! I go fwoooosh!
And they sent me to go find the 'Helm of Jurgen Windcaller'. Whatever that is. Some kind of stupid nyord hat. I hate fetch quests. Stupid nyords. Can't they just keep hold of their things?
Handed the supplies over before I went back dyown. Arnegir didn't even knyow who Klimmer was! Just thought they appeared there in the chest sometimes!
Also, the greybeards are a bunch of monks. Who contemplate the sky and practice speaking dragon.
I AM a dragonborn! Really! I have dragon blood and everything! And I'm bound up with the fate of the dragons and can learn to shout really fast and suck souls from dragons and stuff!
And my Words are in Dragon language, which is an ENTIRE LANGUAGE based around screwing with reality! PAWSOME!
Speaking of paws, mine hurt. And it's cold up here. And that potion doesn't do much. Time to go. Bye bye monks. Bye bye Arnegier. Hello warmer air that doesn't make me lightheaded!
Hello dead troll. Hello dead dragon. Hello dead goats, dead wolfies, and hello flowers. My alchemy pouch is getting heavy now.
Back in Ivarstead finally. Talked to klimmer. Gonna head back to Riften to sell some of the stuff I've picked up. And Lydia's stuff is back again. Odd. Tired, paws hurt. Sleep nyaow.
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