Day thirty-five! Stuff awaits.

Arrived around 6AM. Too early.

Whoops. Nyeed to align things. Nearly got arrowed.

Eagle eagle fox with attitude, step BACK.

Okay, amulet pieces on the suspiciously-correct-sized holders. Push one?

Vampire draugr guy.

Then teleporty guy.

And then magey guy.

IT'S MINE! ALL MINE!

Whoops. Some cat I am. Just fell off the waterfall. Now I'm wet.
Well, off to Markarth, to loot more dwarven ruin.

Found an old orc. What's he doing here?

Apparently waiting for a glorious death in battle, before he got too old to be proud of himself. I gave him the death he sought. Nyot quite so sure it was

glorious, though. Between me and lydia's axe, he didn't last long.

Apparently, Shouting at chickens is illegal.

Selling stuff, then on to dwarven ruins.

That damned spider is back again!

I hate falmer. I hate stairs, too, but mainly falmer.

Down the ramp we go. Already cleared the living area, so down to investigate moar doors!

Dealing with the downstairs area first. Cleared the first batch of falmer, and penetrating through to find any dead researchers.

Looks like I found one. Dead falmer here too, and some dwarven statues. Then two things LOOKING like statues came and attacked me after looting a chest. Howrude!

Already too much to carry. Stashing it in the chest at the top of the steps here.

Thank you for setting the trap off, mister falmer. Now I know it's there! Flames linked to a pressure plate.

Okay, three journals down, one to go. Found another one by a big statue. Gonna bug out and stash the stash further out, so I can grab it on my exit. Then, push deeper.
Hur hur hur.

Moonstone ore? Totally mine. Totally mined.

Stashed in a barrel by the handcart on the mine exit. Back in for moar stuff.

And in deference to calcemo's endeavours, I'm only going to melt down lumps of junk. Actual artefacts won't be touched, and I'm leaving things of no monetary value in situ.

Oh crap. Falmer threaten the city, and the spiders were keeping them contained.
The spiders I KILLED to get in here.
I have to turn the defenses back on, then paw it.

BACK on? I was just attacked by them!

Lever pulled. Picking up the stuff, then pawing it. Need to tell calcemo what's going on down here.

Falmer versus dwarven automatons. Hopefully the falmer will lose.

That one's REALLY big. Wonder if it's got anything good on it?
Arrowed it down, lots of gems and a shiny spinny bit in it. That'll make a great ornament.

Now dragging nearly half a ton of scrap on a handcart. Hope calcemo won't mind.

I have no idea how any of this is going to get back to whiterun, even after I've melted it down into ingots.

Off down to the smelter! Hopefully I'll be able to carry all this.

It's dark. Must be past midnight.