17th of Last Seed 4E 201: J’baadargo’s Journal
The Furs Unleashed\A Night with Anise
This one has bitten off more than it could chew in Skyrim, as I realize this sandless land is named.
There aren’t even fellow Cathay like myself here (though one could claim that I am no ordinary Cathay Khajiit, as I easily dwarf my other kind) and Moon Sugar is as scarce as Diamonds. J’baadargo cannot explain what just happened easily, as it had seemed to be a wild skooma-filled dream. An Argonian that was the size of an inn had chased me all the way through the edge of Morrowind, erupting from once was Red Mountain and the former site of my time as a slave to the ruins of House Dres. And though this foul lizard nearly burnt this one’s tail off, J’baadargo held this “World Muncher” as a friend for freeing him from enslavement.
J’baadargo has broken away from the ape named Ralof, a towheaded Nord that was the first man to think of me as close as his comrades in a near infinite moon cycle. J’baadargo liked this one, if only for the simple fact that he partakes in this one’s favorite past time-causing a riot in an Imperial keep and bashing skulls open. My friend of many scales had sated his appetite and fled over the burning carcass of what once was Helgen, and I waved him goodbye. J’baadargo must remember to pay him a visit in Black Marsh at next full moon.
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The cold sun of Skyrim has guided fortunate J’baadargo to a camp deep within the forest of Illinatra Bay, manned by these Nords in fur and clanking steel. J’baadargo pity’s them, but before he could share with them his warm brown fur they attack. This one has stumbled upon a band of Pirates, but without the stylish hats , haughty accents, or flying chickens. J’baadargo flung his steel dagger towards the first one, nearly decapitating the captain. and presenting me a new helmet. With an empty hand, I had unleashed a newly found torrent of flames at the other two-to the surprise of the Archer who had fainted in a daze. At least this one thought he fainted, but he smelled of grilled venison. The last one fled, but not before dropping a Treasure Map before my waiting eyes. This is good, as it further concludes that I had found a gang of Pirates, but no boat could be found for miles. It was written in a style that this one liked, and pointed me towards a wood in a river(?). Even more ofan incentive to pick up the trail and return to J’baadargo’s new Nord friend Ralof.
In typical fashion, J’baadargo had gotten lost as the freezing winds slapped into the land. J’baadargo had Crossed the river as the pictures had told me, but no bounty has this presented me…..A shame. Before J'baadargo could bang my head into a wall, I had found myself at the wooden den of an old woman named Anise. She must’ve been a baker, as her garden was ripe for the pillaging of many a nice fruit and green leafed plant. Old lady Anise welcomed this one in, and tended to my tail, another act of kindness unheard of before me. She had the air of that of a Wizard from the Telvani, J’baadargo noticed-but she wasn’t an ashen skin elf, which was a boon of good fortune for the adventure ahead.
The sun had set, and J’baadargo’s armor lies fresh and polished to the side, Anise had treated this fat cat well. Her only rule for this one was, at all cost, to avoid the basement. J’baadargo had assumed that it was a kitchen; a place that he would not dare tread. Before he could pick the lock, more scallywags had arrived-poised to take back J’baadargo’s new treasure map. Armed to the teeth once again, J’baadargo leaped forward and mauled the first
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