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Entry 2: I really HATE Solitude


EnragedBard

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Hey, it's me, Destana.

 

You know what's not great for long trips?  Being drunk.  After being assigned some of the farthest-away jobs by Vex and Delvin, I decided it would be a good idea to drown some of my sorrows at the Bee and Barb.  I note the wenches and the bard dressed in revealing Noctournal's Gown, and pick up a job to find the missing wenches.  Sure, if I run into them.  At this point I'm surprised Keerava will serve me, as I did make her pay her debts.  But she does after some harsh words.  A man named Sam is there.  

"You look like someone who can hold her liquor.  How about a friendly contest for a staff?" He asked.

"Sure," I said.  I was going to drink anyway.  Why not. 

We down, one, two, three.  I feel myself starting to stumble now.  And it was at this moment I decided I was loose enough.

"Wanna fuck?" I asked.

I don't remember much after that.  But I woke up in Markarth in the shrine of Dibella, a woman talking curtly to me.  I, in my shame, cleaned up the mess I made.  Sam was nowhere to be found.  The priestess said something about where he went, but my head was pounding.  I marked it on my map and forgot it for now.  On the bright side, I'm in Markarth, which is damn close to almost everything on my list.  So I picked myself up.  Bedlam?  Easy.  Just steal a few things and be on my way.  I walked into the Inn, walked into one of the unguarded inn rooms, and took everything that wasn't nailed down in broad daylight without sneaking.  Off to Solitude.  At this point I didn't know there were carriages going from town to town, so I hoofed it.

Later that day, on the road I came upon a group of Thalmor with a prisoner.  And I saw them before they saw me.   I smirked to myself.  I knew I really shouldn't interfere.  But I really friggin hate Thalmor.  I approached quietly.

"Halt, citizen!  Stay back if you know what's good for you."

I stood there, frozen.  The elves DO have good eyes.  I turned and casually walked the other way on the road.  I asked myself:  do I really want to get involved?  The Nords are fine, but there are four Thalmor and only one of me.  Two, I guess, if I pass the dude a weapon.

But I didn't have any spare weapons.  

The nord shouted, "If you know any true daughters of Skyrim, go see Ulfric Stormcloak in Windhelm!  We can be free from the yoke of the empire, just like you!"

My eyebrow raised.  Godsdammit.

But it was then that it dawned on me.  Four Thalmor.  One caster and three warriors.  A warrior is trash without a weapon.  This was an all or nothing play.

I picked up a rock and tossed it to the other end of the field, making sure it clapped on a big boulder and made a bunch of racket.  

"What was that noise?" One of the warriors said, rushing off.  

I made my move, keeping low to the ground as I ran.  Though I wasn't particularly fast back then while in stealth, I was still new to fighting on my own.  I pickpocketed warrior #2 with a low success rate.  Maybe 40%.  Talos, be with me.  I went for it and... I got it.  Immediately I turned to the prisoner and slashed through his bonds and handed it to him:  a Glass Mace.  

"He's got a weapon!" The third warrior yelled.  The second warrior went for his weapon, but found nothing.  As he dashed off to find a replacement, I turned and activated him for a stealth kill, slitting his throat with my dagger.  

The third warrior took out his Elven sword and slashed at the Prisoner.  The first warrior was charging back into the fray and I was unsure who he would target.  The mage, being smart, immediately turned to me and started blasting me with Flames.  

'Shit!' I thought, 'This was a bad plan.  I'm going to die!'

As my life withered away, nearly dropping, I knelt down, surrendering.  The three of them all sheathed their weapons (or hands, I guess, for the wizard) and turned to me.

"Let's teach her what happens when women like her interfere with Thalmor business!" The first warrior chuckled.

The third warrior knocked me off my feet with a shoulder check and grabbed my Leather Armor, ripping at it, while the first warrior got opposite me.  This had gone from bad to worse.

At last, they got my top off and started groping.  The wizard merely stood there clapping, cheering his men on, waiting his turn.

I can't say what went through the prisoner's mind that day.  I'd almost forgotten he was there, and I'm fairly certain all the elves did.  Because when one of the warriors started to try to enter from behind, he felt the slap of a mace hitting him in the back of the head.  The prisoner wailed on him completely.  

I imagine the wizard in his shock fell back into his old tricks, and he started casting Flames again, but in his haste he was hitting everyone else, including the soldiers.  Both of them burst into flame as they disengaged from me and I crumpled into a heap on the ground.   

The prisoner slammed the mace once more and warrior three went down.  

"Ah god!  I'm on fire!" Warrior one shouted.  He fought with the prisoner while the mage still roasted the two of them.  I struggled to recover.

Finally, I got to my feet, jumped into stealth, drank a potion and took the dagger from my clothes in a heap next to me.  I pressed my naked body against the wizard's back and slit his throat.  Seconds later, before I was able to do anything, the prisoner and the soldier killed each other.

Coming so close to that at the time was pretty frightening for me.  I took a moment, but only a moment, as I imagined there may be more people on the road soon.  I grabbed what gold and possessions I could carry.  AND!  A suit of elven armor, and an elven sword and shield and a bow with some arrows.  I kept the glass mace to sell.  Nobody would be using this beyond the grave.  I kept my daggers, but discarded my leather armor. 

To be perfectly honest, this was not the worst part of this trip, by a long shot.  I continued up the road toward Solitude.

I passed through Dragon Bridge, and realizing I was parched and tired, I slept at the inn for the night.

Midmorning the next day I approached the gate of Solitude.

Nothing weird this time, they just let me in without any questioning or searching.  But something caught my eye as I walked in and I turned towards it.  

'Solitude slave auction,' The paper sign read, 'Slaves for your every need and desire.'

Though I was still pretty tired and shaken from my experience yesterday, I could feel my fists clenching.  Something had always rubbed me the wrong way about buying and selling people.  I reached out for the poster, grabbed it, and ripped it down.

"Halt!  You've committed crimes against the people of..."

"What the..." I turned to the guard who'd watched me do it, "You've got to be kidding me."

"What say you in your defense?" The guard continued.

I sighed, "You caught me, I'll pay off my bounty."

"5 gold.  And I'll need to take you to Solitude jail and confiscate any stolen items," the guard said.

My ears perked up.  Shit.  Stolen items?  I had a few hundred gold worth of loot from Markarth.  And nearly everything I was wearing.  Shit!

"Uhh... any chance you could NOT search my pockets?"

"What's that, resisting arrest?" The guard shouted.

"What's this then?" Another guard stepped out of the gate.

"We need to apprehend this criminal scum." The guard said.

I didn't want to press my luck.  I'd almost died and gotten raped just a day ago, and this time I didn't have help.

"Okay, I submit," I said.

It was just a few minutes walk to the jail, where I was searched.

"Looks like you have quite the haul here," a whole group of guards were now interrogating me, "You pay your bounty for all these stolen goods and you're free to go."

I knew what was going to happen, but I said it anyway, "How much?"

"2005 gold."

"What??" I shouted, "There's no way it's that high!"

"A group of Thalmor were found several miles south of Dragon Bridge.  You have their armor on your person," the guard pointed to me, "Strip down.  You're going to be in Castle Dour dungeons for a long time."

"And it wasn't murder!  It was self defense!"

"So she admits it!" One of them smiled.

In what seemed like no time, I was dragged to the dungeon by the two guards, which became five.  They stripped me of my equipment, threw me in a cell.  In moments, I was visited by a man they all simply called 'the jailer.'  He wasted no time in having his way with me, telling me he would 'rehabilitate me' over the next week or so.  Right.  The other guards even watched.  And they made one of the other female prisoners watch.

Godsdammit.

 

Spoiler

I'm pretty sure I was witnessed by a chicken.  The guard's dialogue here is to help explain how in the hell they found me guilty for murder when all the witnesses were dead.  I was technically in Solitude territory, I guess.  Being low level and vulnerable kinda sucks with this modset.  But it is a challenge.

 

Also Added Mods:

Protect my People

 

Edited by EnragedBard

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Not overly realistic reactions (risking her life in a 3 vs 1 for a total stranger ?) and the mention of the games mechanics (stealth mode activated, YAY !), but still very entertaining and packing quite the humor. So fun read overall. :D

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I'm pretty sure I was witnessed by a chicken. 

 

ldyMRSUy_o.png « I didn't know chickens could do that ! :open_mouth:

                I guess that was a very brave chicken then.               

               'cause if I was a chicken, I would rather have fled, you see ? Like a chicken, uh.  :classic_angel: »

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"a chicken must have seen me"
That's what I often thought about the various accusations made by the city guards

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