Diary of a Dragonborn Chapter 18: It Was An Accident!
CHAPTER 18: IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!
In which our hero gets arrested for saving the world.
Previous: Chapter 17, The Daedric Princes
Unfortunately for me, there's no carriage driver here at Dawnstar, because the official Carriage Driver's Association was muscled out by the Boat Driver's Guild in a sort of surf-and-turf war sometime in the past. So, it's a quick teleport to Whiterun and a carriage from there to Falkreath, and right off the bat I'm accosted by a guard who wants me to look for a dog. No way, buddy, I know where you're going with this. That dog is an evil demon intent on... well, doing something I'm not really sure about, but it's undoubtedly a bad idea to get involved. Go look for the dog yourself.
So I go to the Jarl's longhouse, and here's an indolent bastard. He wants me to go assassinate a group of bandits, fine, but his reason for my doing so is because they were paying him part of their take and they stopped. Now I'm no fan of the Stormcloaks, but it's guaranteed that his uncle would be a better choice for the hold if he were in charge, so I head to the inn and talk to him, and the first thing he wants me to do is go break in to someone else's house and steal a letter. Great. Both of these assholes need to die, maybe I'll go see about that dog and see if the mutt would like to become Jarl. It couldn't be worse, right?
The instant I exit the inn, I notice that something may be wrong. Call it what you will; a hunch, the tingling of my spider-sense, but something about this situation doesn't seem quite right. Maybe it has to do with the fact that it's raining, making everything look depressing. Maybe it's something to do with the apparent presence of daedra around here. Maybe it's the guards running through the street, bows out, shooting at the air, while a big lizard-thing flies overhead, breathing ice on the innocent townsfolk. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I vow to get to the bottom of whatever is bothering me.
This dragon is a tough fight. Partly because my mid-level ass is no match for a dragon without some serious backup, but mostly because the fucker refuses to land, presenting himself to my great axe for a shave and haircut. He spends all his time flying around, breathing ice, and the few times he does land he lands on the roofs of houses, which mysteriously don't break or even look damaged. Sixteen hours into the battle, I've trained my Destruction skill considerably using firebolts and my archery using bows, most of the townsfolk and half of the guards are dead, I've ransacked everyone's bodies for more arrows, and the beast finally crashes down outside of town and converts himself into bite-sized, easily consumed pieces of dragon soul, with some bone and scale for dessert.
Exhausted, stumbling with fatigue and weaving dangerously, I attempt to seek out lodging for the night, when a single guard runs up to me and tries to arrest me. For what, I don't know... this guard, Sheriff John Brown, he always hated me. After arguing with the bastard for a while, and finally taking a look at my log, it turns out that at one point, I must have assaulted someone. They're arresting me for the killing of a deputy. I believe it was when I used my Unrelenting Force shout on the dragon, and it hit a guard too. Instead of taking it with grace and an understanding nature, the guard put a bounty on my head, which makes perfect sense. All I was doing was saving the town, it obviously makes sense for a guard to get pissy about it. After all, I did what they could not. Asshole. I may have shot a guard, but I didn't kill a deputy, and I promise that's the last mangled song lyric I try to wrangle in here. You know, when I took a misaimed arrow in the fight, did I put a bounty on your head? No, but you shitheels feel perfectly justified in arresting me for the terrible crime of what essentially amounts to HARSH LANGUAGE. I'm going to add this town to my list of places to burn to the ground. Old Urag's going to be working overtime. In fact, I think I'll go hire him for the job now.
Uh, that is, after my night in jail. Then I'm off, back to Winterhold.
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