Day three!

Adventure awaits! Sold most of the supplies I'd picked up, and set out for the 'barrow', as the locals call it. I've heard tales of these places, and the riches within! Just the thing to get a cat back on his feet.
I even tried my paw at cooking, as well! Stews!
It's kinda bandit-y, though, and they TRIED to KILL ME.
One even said I'd make a fine rug!
I killed them all, and took their stuff, stashing whatever wasn't worth carrying. Also, I nyow have iron armour, instead of that shiny imperial stuff.
SO GLAD that they had a hole for my tail already.

This place is full of undead mummy things, and has rats. Urgh. At least I was able to get a snack.

Stupid nord. I save him, at great cost to myself (I WAS POISONED! It hurrrts. >.<), and he runs off saying he doesn't want to share. Decided to burn him too, because FLAMES.
He set off a trap in his haste. Idiot got himself killed. Took the trinket and his stuff.

Encountered MOAR UNDEAD. Fortunately, they're vulnerable to fire magic and the steel sword I took off the bandits outside.
Also, I LOVE restoration magic. So useful~
Also, nyouch.

I keep feeling more powerful and learned. I'm already improving at archery and smacking stuff one-handed! And sneaking up on things, and destruction magic, and restoration...
Loving this longbow, though.

PUZZLE! So easy. Styupid ancient nyords.

I keep finding alchemical ingredients around! This place is great! The butterflies are delicious, as well. Glowing mushrooms? Nyot so much. They HAVE to be good for me. Nyothing that tastes THAT nasty can be anything BUT good for me.
I miss skooma.

This pack is heavy, but stuff has value! Weapons and armour are heavy and bulky and not worth a lot.

Sneak sneak sneak. My knees ache. And I'm sure my tail's getting grubby.

MAGIC ITEM! Hide Boots of Fire Resistance, according to the label! So awesome. So don't fit me. Bah. Stupid nyords.

ANOTHER swinging axe trap. How is this still going? I hate magic sometimes. Only one way past.
Runrunrunrunrun~
NYOUCH! My tail! >.<
Why always with the oily floors? Messy nyords.

I'm thirsty. Maybe I shouldn't have sold all that mead. Those stews were tasty, though. And elder cheese! I missed that!

Door. Locked. Puzzle on it. The key is in the palm of your... OH! The Claw! Bear eagle owl? Looks more like a moth than an eagle, but hey.
Open door, stand well back...

NYATURAL CAVE. Must be full of loot. Im in ur cave, robbin ur ancestors~

This wall is odd...

Nyouch. My brain hurts. However, nyow I know a nyew word! FUS! It means 'Force!'

Ack. Practicing my nyew word woke up a mummy. A tough one. Unlike bandits, I couldn't wear it down with sword and shield, so I resorted to my old techniques of running away and burning things. That did the trick~

IT HAD A MAGIC ITEM! An ancient nyordic sword like the other mummies, only THIS one does cold damage. Brrrr.
Followed a path up out the cave, and found a handle. Pull, twist, release... Secret door! SCORE. Maybe there's EVEN MOAR LOOT in there.
Also, I found a 'dragonstone'. Whatever that is. It's heavy. Better be worth something.

Gold, flowers, and some nyord's skull.

Mountainside. Whoops. Wrong turning. And I can't get back in because

Oops. Fell off the cliff, slid down the slope. SNOW UNDER MY FUR. DO NYOT WANT.

Hey, ore vein. I know these things, because I used to be a miner. I USED to be a miner. I'm nyot nyow, because I have a nyew life in skyrim! Yay!
I hate rocks.

And following the wind led me to a mountain pass! And a lake! It looks cold. And I'm tired, though, so I'll go back to the village for a nyap... Wolves. Eep.

Nyaow who's a rug, huh?

ALSO. I have better stuff than the nyord guards took off me, now. Suck it, nyords!

Ouch. Bastard skyeevers. Oh, hey, a shack. Maybe I can persuade the owners to let me take a nyap there?

Old nyord woman. Shack full of holes. Book on alchemy! Can't use her bed, though.
Maybe I should 'borrow' her book?

Helped myself to the book, and her dinner. Sorry, lady, but my nyeed is great. You have more vegetables to make soup from, I'm STARVING.
Om nom nom. Vegetable soup, wine, bread, and some pheasant. Mmm, bird...
Looks to be past mdinight, too.