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Chapter 1.1 “Each journey begins with a single step…usually because you don’t have enough money to make it in something with wheels”


wodvamp

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Date: Sundas, 17th Last Seed, 4E 201

Current active quest: Enslaved Wenches

Current level: 1

Current gold: 652gp

 

Dear diary,

 

I arrived in the great city of Solitude safely and full of determination to do what I must to defeat bandits, save innocent serving girls, and bring honour to my temple. The first thing I did, however, was throw the ridiculous hat the High Priestess insisted I worn into the river.

 

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The docks were quiet and, leaving the other passengers to disembark, I made my way up the hill to the city gates, passing Katla’s farm and a carriage driver on the way. It was at there I encountered the first of the poster advertising one of the captured women as a slave. I was disgusted by how brazen the bandits had been, putting it up so close to the gates. I had honestly believed in that moment that the bandits must still be present in the area for surely no decent peacekeeper of the Empire could ever allow such wanton wickedness to exist for more than a few moments before tearing it down in white hot rage!

 

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Alas I was to be left shaken once more for at the top of the hill, scant feet from Solitude’s gates was another poster, this one from the City Watch declaring that it was in fact the women who formed a bandit gang called The Deadly Wenches and their captors were operating in full sight of the law.

 

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I was repulsed as the truth of why the authorities of Solitude had not answered the High Priestess’ call for aid revealed itself to me. Nether-the-less, I had an obligation to uphold and so, with a heavy heart, I pushed open the gates and stepped inside.

 

I did so to witness yet more justice The execution of the very man who’d allowed Ulfric Stormcloak to escape after his horrific murder of the High King. This condemned man had, in many ways, been the one to plunge Skyrim into civil war. Humbled being such a witness of history, I took my place amongst the growing crowd as the headsman swung his axe – although I was disturbed to also see a young woman shackled within arms’ length of the traitor’s head as it lay in the basket.

 

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The execution over, I began to compose a mental “shopping list” for my task. Obviously I would need food and water for there would be a great deal of travelling across the province. I decided to sell everything I couldn’t be certain would be essential for the journey ahead. My clothes and jewellery were replaced by an iron sword and armour crafted from animal hide. I could not afford a shield (my, that city is so expensive!) but did spend the last of my gold on leather to fashion a travelling cape. It seems that the design of the armour is somewhat unexpected for what you’d considered essential for such a cold climate. Perhaps it’s the hardiness of the Nord people I hear so much about!

 

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I regretted not being able to spend more time in this beautiful city but it was already past noon I did not know how many more daylight hours I could expect this far north. I resolved to spend at least one day in the city when my task was complete – no matter how far in the future that may be – if only to explore the vaguely described “other services” the landlady of the Winking Skeever hinted at when buying my provisions and water skins from her. While I must confess I have precious little knowledge of the inn-keeping trade but Rina had offered me wine, food and lodgings. Whatever else could there be to partake in? Most curious!

 

The only wrinkle in the day was that I no longer had the coin to afford the carriage ride to Whiterun, the city closest to Embershard Mine and the suspected base of the bandits. There, the High Priestess had been informed, a woman of particular importance was being held prisoner. I needed to make my way there on foot – or travel to the next city in this region. My carefully-folded map (which I’d inserted into the armour near the base of my spine to reduce chaffing) told me this was called Morthal. My dear diary, where on Tamriel could such an odd name exist but in the untamed province of Skyrim?

 

Yours,

 

Deborah.

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Interesting start, combining the charms of a first person diary writings, with the illustrations of a screenarchered story. The writing style is good, and most of the time rather clear (though some sentences might require to be read twice), and I appreciated how, so far, you managed to infuse a certain realism to it. Now, if I could suggest, rather than releasing your entries per pack of six all at once (which pushes the work of others authors nearly an entire screen away in the main blogs page), to post them one by one, it would allow you more time in total, while not having others curse fate from having someone take half of the main page right after they published. Also, I don't think that spoilers (what require to click and thus interrupt a scrolling reading) are really necessary for each image in the entries themselves.

 

Anyway, interesting start. Smiley_jap_HFR.gif

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Completely agree with Trilog. Interesting story. My only wish it would contain more pictures. I'm saying that becasue I'm not native Englsih speaking person and too much text takes away my concetration and reduce my free time. However, if this is your style of writting the story, I appreciate it and go as you planned and wanted. :)

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