Yeolynn the Archivist part 05 - Taking Care of Security

Skyrim, Loredas the 23rd of Last Seed, 4E201

I intended to go to Whiterun, shopping, but when I set foot out the door, I was attacked by a wolf, again. That reminded me of an important aspect of running the museum: security of visitors. So I went looking for any threat in the immediate vicinity. A roaming pack of 3 wolves was swiftly dealed with.

In the back yard of the museum I noticed a Ritual Stone. I would have asked the necromancer gently to perform his rituals somewhere else, but alas, he did not like the proposal. I had no choice to defend myself against his abrupt offence of magical nature. He has flirted with death a little to close, I guess.

This necromancer is flirting with death a little too close.

Nearby I noticed also a Stormcloak camp, but I do not see any problem with their presence, in the contrary. But also nearby, the banditcamp know as White River Watch was a real menace for visitors, myself and the museum's content. I had to try and do something to convince them to move along. Unfortunatly they were not very interested in my plea. Except for the boss, who surrendered, all gang members seem to be dead now... how strange.

This Stormcloak camp is good to have close.

At this robbers camp "White River Watch" it's very peaceful now.

Tomorrow I have to take a look for any threat south of the museum. But that's another day. It's dark now, I'm tired...

Yeolynn the Archivist@ day 6, level 6

Yeolynn the Archivist part 04 - Grim, Dark and Moist

Skyrim, Fredas the 22nd of Last Seed, 4E201

Today I decided it was time to visit "my" Museum, and see how it looks. It has been closed for the last decenia. So, proudly equiped with my first artifact (the Claw), I left Riverwood.

The road should not be too difficult, but a pack of three wolves made the trip a little less easy than expected. After having dealed with them, the descent to Whiterun valley went swift. Before noon I saw the grand city standing in the valley. I did not enter Whiterun, but went on.

a view over Whiterun valley

A little later, after again having dealed with a pair of wolves, I arrived at the Museum. It seemed intact, with the strong metal door still locked and sealed. Amazing seen the amount of wandering bands of thiefs, robbers and looters these days of war and chaos Ulfric Stormcloak brought upon Skyrim.

Voila, "my" Museum of Skyrim!

Inside all was empty, dark, grim and moist. But it seemed exactly as it was the day when it was abandonned. I could enter the curator's living quarters, but the museum itself was still closed behind a locked door. I hope I can find a key here somewhere.

First task: bring life and light to this place. As it is too depressing now...

Dark, empty and depressing... I need to bring light and life to this place.

Yeolynn the Archivist@ day 5, level 5

Yeolynn the Archivist part 03 - The Claw

Skyrim, Turdas the 21st of Last Seed, 4E201

Greed makes you stupid. Since I heard about the claw, I could not set my mind off of it. I used the rest of the day at Riverwood, to prepare for a long dungeon crawl; food, firewood, water, sword sharpenened and lots of arrows. Faendal agreed to join me, although I saw doubt in his eyes. We left early morning at dark, and arrived at Bleak Falls Burrow during the late morning. Scattered bandits outside attacked us without warning. All but one (who surrendered) died by our arrows.

Bleal Falls Burrow, without looters...

Inside were a few more looters, but now we had the advantage of the surpise. They were dealed with swiftly. But no Claw. As feared, we had to enter the burrow deeper down to go look for it. We fought skeevers, skeletons and many draugers. But Faendal is not the same underground. He is a man of the woods and the light, so severly wounded, I permit him to go home, and get healed.

Alone, I went deeper and deeper inside the mountain. I found the Claw, and I found it's purpose: it's a key to open a sealed door. Beyond I discovered a burial temple, guarded by some drauger lord. I dispatched it, and learned a "word" from a stone. No idea what this all means.

After two day of crawling I came out of the Burrow alive, with the Claw. It's mine, and it's my first unique piece for the Museum. I'm tired, I 'm exhausted, I was stupid. I need to rest...

The sacret burial temple with the "word".

Got out of the Burrow, with the Claw.

Yeolynn the Archivist@ day 1, level 5

Yeolynn the Archivist part 02 - Same old, same old ... Riverwood.

Skyrim, Tirdas the 19th of Last Seed, 4E201

The day at Riverwood went as always. At the trader I heard about a stolen artifact (which I really would like to have for the Museum), traded some junk and put my nose in a lover's quarrel. I chopped some wood, and bought food for the next days at the Inn. The village is quiet and peaceful, totally deconnnected from the harsh world of Skyrim, with it's wars, bandit rule, Vampiris infestations and the recent dragon menace. In Riverwood it's "nice" living.

At the Riverwood Trader...

In the afternoon I went up the mountain to investigate the area of Bleak Falls Barrow, the place where the stolen artifact might be found. I hired the small bosmer Faendal to assist me to find the place.

Talking with Faendal

When we came at a ruined tower, bandits attacked us. It was snowing badly. I was cold. I had no other choice then to defend myself. I hid, but managed with my bow to arrow down one of the three vilans. Faendal seems to have less problem killing people. But when the fight was over, I was surprise how little emotion I had about having killed that one bandit. Am I the monster?...

Bandits at the tower are all dead.

We went back to Riverwood, dismissed Faendal, and slept the night in a warm bed.

Yeolynn the Archivist@ day 2, level 0

Yeolynn the Archivist part 01 - An Off-Day

Skyrim, Sundas the 17th of Last Seed, 4E201

Today was one of those off-days. You know, a day when you return to your home land after a year of study abroad, while crossing the border, you are accidently got caught in an ambush, imprisonned and sentences to death for threason. A day, while you're laying with your head on the block, a dragon appears and shakes the earth, burns an entire village to the ground and saves your neck.

I'm next...

Saved by the dragon.

And in the choas of dragon fire and meteor storms, you find a helping hand from the guard who captured you, to escape through deep underground tunnels, killing half an army of Stormcloak rebels. And when you finally arrived at his home village, and get invited into his house, your feel hungry, thristy and exhausted, as if you lived through an entire world war in one day. This was such a day.

Gaurd Hadvar leads the way to his village.

A warm reception and long talks.

I came to Skyrim to begin my new job: Archivist of Skyrim, appointed by the late High King himself. He, my uncle, offered me this job, to study Skyrim's art, culture and history, and to reinstate the old abandonned and plundered Museum of Whiterun. I will receive no pay, no aid, no subsidies. Ofcourse I agreed immediatly, and accepted this unique offer... in the name of science and knowledge.

Yeolynn the Archivist @ day 0, level 1

Yeolius Coardus #4 - Running my Socks off

The Jagged Crown seems an important symbol for claiming the throne of Skyrim, and Legate Rikke asked me to join the group that will try to obtain it before the Stormcloaks do. She asked me to meet her at Korvanjund, the bural place of King Borgas, last wearer of the Crown. But surprisingly, I'm left to cross Skyrim alone. We are not traveling in formation, not even together. What kind of army is this?

...staying the nigth at the Frostfruit Inn...

So I ran almost all the way, but stopped at the Frostfruit Inn at Rorikstead for a short overnight. The next day I continued my cross country run. I was attacked by some bandits, by an assassin wearing a lettre ordering my execution (why, I do not know), and by a few packs of wolves.

At the Thirsty Mammoth I saw for the first time real Giants. They seem peacefull creatures, and walked slowly passed me, with their hurd of cows.

... the Thirsty Mammoth....

... giants with their hurd...

At Whiterun I stopped for more proviant, and continued the same day my run towards the meeting place. Although I ran all the way, Rikke and her men were already there, waiting for me. How did they arrive before me? ...hmmm...never mind. She began immediately to give instructions about the assault of the Temple of Korvanjund...

... a quick pitstop at Whiterun...

... Legate Rikke and her men waiting for me...

> to be continued

Yeolius Coardus #3 - Joining the Legion

Arrived at Solitude, I went straight to castle Dour to try and enlist into the Legion. Soldiers pointed me to General Tullius, which I found discussing Stormcloak strategies with a Legate Rikke. They saw me. Rikke began ranting about me begin different, a lot of blabla about her "guts" telling her so, and to test me by clearing a fort from bandits. It eluded me totally why I would be so "special", and why they did not sent real soldiers to get rid of those bandits. What was this all about? I didn't knew whether I should be glad or worried not being enlisted as anybody else.

...Legate Rikke gives me instructions...

I received the coordinates, and the orders to return once Fort Hraggstad had been cleared. After some hesitation decided to have at least a look. So I left the same morning, up into the hills.

An hour later I arrived at the fort. I spotted several bandits keeping watch upon the wall. I tried to get close to try and talk with them (what was I thinking?), but they attacked me the moment they spotted me. (duh)

... the walls and courtyard of Fort Hraggstad have been cleared...

I ran away, and hid behind a rock. And then, one by one I lured them, shot them or singled them out. One on one those bandits did not seem very strong and able. I managed to clear the court, the walls and finally also the inside of the fort. It took almost all night to get it done, but at the end I was victorious: Yeolius Coardus - Bandits of Hraggstad: 10 - 0. Game over.

... Fort Hraggstad is done, returning to Solitude...

I went back to Solitude, and reported back to Legate Rikke. She was not really impressed, but thanked me. General Tullius took my oath, I received Legion's armour set, and got the next instructions. Again something special concerning a Crown or something. I was too tired to pay much attention...

...I'm a Legionair!...

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