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About this blog

Well, here it is.  The story of the snarky badass reluctant Dragonborn who's lived in Skyrim for fifteen years.

Come along as I feed my most rabid addiction: exploration and adventure.  And, I guess, solving other people's problems in the least heroic ways possible.

 

This is my story.  Destana Stormblade.  Once a prisoner, a slave.  Once a refugee from Hammerfell.  

Now, Queen of Skyrim!  Master thief.  Assassin.  Mage.  Vampire Lord.  Sometimes, sex-object.  Lover of Sanguine, Ulfric Stormcloak and Serana of Volkihar.  Mother of Runa Septim, Damien Guevenne, and Fenrir Stormcloak.  Grandmother to Oddvar, Kintyra and Sinidar.  

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Entry 50: Cunning Actions

Hi there, it's Destana again.  I feel like the spotlight will be mine for a little while.  We've been fighting an ongoing war with the Thalmor, who seek to conquer Skyrim.  Cyrodiil is in turmoil, and a sizeable portion of the Imperial Legion are taking refuge here.  But they're also helping us in the war.  General Sialius is here, helping direct the fight.  So far we lost Riften, Falkreath, Morthal, Markarth and Helgen (and all associated forts).  Things were looking pretty bad and I was captur

Entry 5: Revenge Crimes

Hey, it's Destana again.  Despite having a generally bad time in Solitude, I decided to go back.  You know those times when something goes really right (even against very bad odds) for somebody who's completely mad and they judge it to be the will of the gods that they performed the action that led them down that path?  This could've been that moment for me.  In a sense.  This is a stealth mission.    When I woke up (it was before the farmer and his wife awoke) I threw on my gauntlets

Entry 49: The Septim Stops Here

It's Destana.   Damien was poring over stacks and stacks of notes.     "Did you... go back in the Fort?" Serana asked.   "Yes.  Everything inside is dead.  Some kind of poison.  I tested it, and it wasn't anything from this world.  Different from Solaire's world, or any of the beasts I've seen yet.  I may consult a professional Alchemist to figure this out.  From my testing on Skeevers, proximity makes them hypersexual, contact usually paralyzes them, causes excruci

Entry 48: Hospitality of Horror

Disclaimer:  The first half is mostly vanilla.  The second half goes to some pretty dark places, thus the NSFL tag.   Fenrir at the helm.  The Thalmor are here and we’re at war.  Though the remaining sensible Imperials are helping, we’re losing.  We lost Riften, Falkreath and Helgen.  It seems like they’ve got a presence in Morthal, as well.  No fighting, just swept through in the night.   I got up early and experimented with moving troops around on the map a bit before Gener

Entry 47: Killing in the Name of...

This is Runa.  I messed up, really bad.  My mom is captured… or worse.    Also, the Jarls of Falkreath and Riften are dead and in dominion hands.        We’ve heard about streetfights between concerned citizens and Thalmor, but they’re winning right now.     “Runa, she wouldn’t have just disappeared without saying something…” Damien said. I closed my eyes, “I know.  She’s flighty.  She runs around at warp speed, doing more things than

Entry 46: Capture the Dragonborn (CTD)

Hey, it's Destana.  I woke up early to hover over the hills and witness the barrier coming down.    On my way I fought three dragons, who all seemed to be working in tandem and taunting me the whole way, but I'm a pro at this point.    I also saw a strange giant shelled beast, a deer made out of plants, and a tribe of goblins.  Damien said more and more strange creatures would be slipping into our world.      Damien had picked Solaire's brain abo

Entry 45: One Day, Split Four Ways

Hey there, Destana again.  Last time I made the last few preparations for the Thalmor invasion, went through some training, rescued some people, fought some Thalmor insurgents.   The morning of the 29th day, Fenrir came to me along with Runa, Damien, Ulfric and Serana. “Mom, we have two primary commanders with two forces so that if either major city is taken, we’ll have a reserve.  In Windhelm, Balfhe Hard-Heart.  In Solitude, Hrolf Witch-Slayer.  They’ve been running independent

Entry 44: Are you Finished with Those Errands?

Hey, it’s Destana.  In keeping with my training montage, Solaire and I spent another twelve hours in the Pit, getting to level 20, at which point I figured he probably needed a rest.   “Need a break?  I’m a vampire, so I don’t need to sleep, as long as I have blood potions, and I still have quite a few,” I said (I still accumulated human flesh as a werewolf and then cooked it into Blood Potions when I turned again). “No, in fact, I am undead,” he explained, “My kind do not tire, t

Entry 43: Sunbro Training Sesh

Hey, it's Destana.  Solaire and I really didn't have a specific goal, I just liked his positive attitude so much I decided a dungeon crawl was in order.  We wandered around just a bit and found a strange door near the waterline just a short hop away from Dragon Bridge, beckoning a downward-spiraling oubliette with increasingly difficult undead to fight and treasures to reap.  I decided I would do some training, and gather armor for the army.     We fought beasts for nearly 24 hours bef

Entry 42: Fill Her Episode

Hello, it’s Destana.  I feel like I’ve been running around doing a lot of stuff recently.  Pretty much since I met Serana, I powered through working for the vampires and made them allies.  I went to Sovngarde and killed Alduin.  I solved the Companions’ problems with werewolfism and became a member of the circle.  I became a shaman of the Forsworn and saved Madanach from Cidhna Mine.  I married Ulfric and Serana and became Queen of Skyrim.  I gathered a group of rangers (Irileth, Farkas, Galmar,

Entry 41: A Grand Wedding

Disclaimer:  Another worldbuilding episode.     Hey, it’s Destana, and this is my wedding!  I’d told Madanach and the others I was getting married on the following day, and I was woken up in the morning after sleeping the sleep of the dead. “Who are you?” Borkul asked. “I’m here to collect my mother for the wedding.  She’s still got a few hours, but we need to get her ready.” I peeked my head outside to find Damien and Runa waiting for me. “Hi mom!” Runa said.

Entry 40: Today, Everyone Escapes Cidhna Mine!

Hey, it’s Destana again.  Just wanted to clarify.  My recent outburst against Ulfric was me reacting to new information I learned.  I may have overreacted, but he understands.  Though I am not the picture of morality (Infact, my hands are red with culpability) killing innocent bystanders is something I take exception to, and try to avoid.  And killing an entire race of people (which I think is what a lot of Nords wants to do with the Forsworn) is monstrous.    The Forsworn have become

Entry 4: Maybe It's Not All Bad

Hey, it's me, Destana.  Over the last few weeks I've been beaten down a lot.  That's not about to end, but it is about to get better.   So there I was, suspended in the slave auction, people bidding over me like a piece of meat.  After quite a few rounds I was purchased by a person named "Owner."  Later I would find out her name was Octava.  As soon as I was unchained, there was a flash and I awoke in a dungeon.  Not a keeping people captive dungeon, but the adventuring kind.  Still na

Entry 39: More Tests for a Shaman

(Note:  To differentiate them, I think I’m going to start calling beast shouts, “Beast calls.”) Hey, it’s Destana.  It’s Day 12 of this month of preparation for the Thalmor.  It was morning, and I’d stayed up all night going through the ceremony to become a shaman of the forsworn.  I also learned a few new teleport spells from the senior shamans, and got a noticeable increase to my magicka recovery just from the ceremony.   I feel like since I came to Skyrim I’d been doing my best

Entry 38: Going Native

Hey, it’s Destana.  Last time I joined the Forsworn.  My goal here is to make peace with the Reachmen and put an end to this neverending war.  My ulterior motive to trying to make the Forsworn a full part of Skyrim is having them to help us fight the Thalmor in the coming invasion.  It’s day 10 of 14 (til my wedding with Ulfric) and of 30ish (until the time imbalance corrects itself and the Thalmor attack). I woke up again, after having gotten my last tattoo from a Forsworn tattoo lady, abo

Entry 37: Becoming the Beast

Destana again.  Things are heating up.  Last time I freed the companions from their curse.     Time to check the old list. List: - Tour of the holds. - Get Stronger.  (Forever ongoing) - Get the Forsworn.  Better Nord than Thalmor. - Marry Ulfric, become Queen and him High King, unify Skyrim.  Wedding date is 6 days (it’s day 8). - Study the Eye of Magnus.  (Damien). - Ready the holds for war.  (Fenrir and Ulfric). - Go to Cyrodiil and either: Tr

Entry 36: Serving the Companions

Hey, it’s Destana again.  Last time I continued my work with the Companions, and I became a werewolf and merc'ed some Silver Hand dudes.  Big picture, it’s day 7 of 30(ish) and I’m not as far down my list as I wanted, but I’m having fun solving the Companions’ problems.    I came back after my first night as a werewolf, and fought two dragons in the city before I crashed (after fighting several in the wild, and some new kinds I haven’t seen before).  The next day, I asked Aela if she

Entry 35: Dancing with the Beast

It's Destana.  Time for me to get back in the saddle.  Runa's caught up with her leaving Skyrim and she has more to tell, but that'll have to wait.  Last time, Runa and I joined the Companions (as a favor to Ysgramor) and I'm pretending I'm not who I am so they can actually test me and make me a little stronger.  It was 4 weeks until the invasion, minus three days and I was making good time so far.  Let's see... I just became an official member of the Companions.  As I understand it, to advance

Entry 34: Runa's Four Sanctuaries

Hi!  It's me, Runa!  I'm going to catch you up.  I am the Listener of the Dark Brotherhood, and we've gone through a lot lately (it was lately for Skyrim, but five years ago for me).  I was kidnapped and forced into a role I don't know that I was suited for, Astrid betrayed us and got killed.  We killed the Emperor of Cyrodiil and really kicked a beehive when we did.  My mom helped for a while, but she finally decided she'd go finish off Alduin and Harkon.  At this point in my story, she just ho

Entry 33: Runa's Active Listening Tutorial

Hey, it's Runa.  My mom is asking me about what I've been doing.  We're in the hall of the Companions, feasting, and they all want to hear what I have to say too.  So I'm going to talk as I write it down.  I'm the Listener, and I did a lot before I went to Cyrodiil.  Last time I told my story, I'd just recruited Vala Amatius after she murdered a couple guys with no escape plan.    I appointed Babette and Nazir to be the new Speakers.  I spoke with the Night Mother and she told me my ne

Entry 32: Seeking Companionship

Disclaimer:  this is that entry I warned you about.  I tried to keep it tame.   Hey, it's Destana.  I was going to let Runa talk a little bit and catch us up more on her dealings with the Dark Brotherhood, and what she's been doing in Bruma, but... maybe next time.  I was finishing my tour of the holds to inform them of Alduin's death, and now to tell them about the barrier falling... and to plan a strategy.    Here is my off the cuff to-do list: - Finish my tour of the

Entry 31: What's the Damage?

It's Destana again.  Since that day, I read a few books on Dragon Breaks.  Many times, it is caused by things related to Lorkhan, like the Numidium.  That might've been it.  But, I believe me killing Alduin was what really caused time to go all wibbly-wobbly.  I was in Sovngarde for about five days.  Five months passed in Skyrim.     "What?? Five months?  How is that possible?" I asked Serana, in shock. "Well," Serana started, still clearly emotional, "Alduin was Akatosh's child. 

Entry 30: I Guess I AM the Dragonborn

Hey, it's me, Destana.  I was alone again.  Flying on the back of a dragon.  Damn the birds, I wish I could fly!  Odahviing touched down in Skuldafn and left me there to fend for myself.   So there I was, at the cusp of one of my greatest victories, or maybe one of my greatest challenges, entirely alone.  As I approached the bridge I was stealthy, picking off two weak draugr lookouts with arrows.  I turned right, finding two mid-level and two very tough draugr in the distance, to which

Entry 3: Bad to Worse

Hey, it's me Destana.  I just wanted to have an aside for a minute.  This is one of the worst parts of my journey.  I was abused, I was downtrodden.  Generally a bad time.  Skyrim will chew you up and spit you out if you let it.  I think this contributed to me being as hard as I am now.  Probably contributed to me being an amoral asshole absolute killer too.  To continue my story...   Day 0: The Evening in Jail The guards all took turns beating me with whips and fucking me.  What

Entry 29: The Fated Hour

Hey, it's Destana again.  Last time, I got ready to call Odaviing and fight him and find out where Alduin is hiding, but decided I would take care of the vampire problem first.    With both Elder Scrolls, I headed back into Castle Volkihar and found the Moth Priest, Dexion Evicus.  And I noticed he has a blindfold on.  He said, "I'm sorry, I won't be able to read another Elder Scroll for you.  I'm afraid in my haste to read the first scroll, I neglected the time I needed to prepare.  T

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