Skyrim Scripted, Page 3

Finally made it to Winterhold! It’s been an interesting road to get to the city and I’m glad to see it.

Azura’s Shrine was a familiar sign on the mountaintop as I entered the city limits, and the first thing I noticed were the destroyed buildings, almost hollowed out. What had happened here?

I was hoping to get at least a hint from the locals and I got more than that; in fact both the physical and political goings-on at Winterhold were fascinating.

The Great Collapse changed everything for the city – and Jarl Korir is still bitter about it. To be fair most of the city was destroyed in a cataclysmic event that may or may not have been caused by magic users housed at the college in town which did survive said cataclysmic event, so hard feelings (or at least mistrust) are understandable.

Jarl Korir at rest

Still bitter

Not everyone believes the College of Winterhold is to blame, but it’s the general mood.

The college itself has not disappointed as a worthwhile destination; it has all the pettiness of Morse’s Oxford and the mystery of Potter’s Hogwarts.

More on the college later – I’m still making my way through the town!

The aptly named Frozen Hearth Inn is now a place I can lay my head for free, after getting Continue reading →

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Skyrim Scripted, Page 1

Sundas, 5:00pm, 17th of the Last Seed

Down the road to Helgen town with my fellow prisoners, the surroundings slowly coming into focus as the sounds of the trees and the wheels on the road tell us that we’re on our way to face Imperial justice.

I’ve been through this sequence before but still enjoyed it, especially the ignoring of the dragon’s roar at the execution. A stray arrow, a loud peasant – those can be ignored by a group of Imperial soldiers without much fear.

But a thundering cry from an inhuman beast? Move along, nothing to worry about.

Dragon Attack Helgen

Remember that sound? That was me

I followed Ralof down to Helgen Keep and once all was clear made my way to Riverwood; this was a path I’d been down before and it felt good to see the old place again.

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