The Dockworker 33: A Day in the Life

• Posted by Clement Bilhorn July 28, 2012 - 461 views

  We're going to hit Winterhold next, so I take a carriage on over there. Everything looks about the same as usual. And yes, I notice the dragon this time.

  

  The Stormcloaks are on the brink of collapse and I'm about to drop some serious coin on a new bow--I just don't have the patience for this right now.

  So I bring the dragon up to the college to meet the faculty.

  

  The faculty are happy to teach him a few things, including how to summon daedra from the planes of Oblivion. Now, that is a spell I'd like to learn.

  

  The dragon seems a bit offput by the stern resistance to his freethinking ways and backs it up a bit, trying to get the benefit of distance. But of course that doesn't work on mages. 

  

  I could've told him that.

  

  So I meet up with the old gang and head west to the Legion's nearby camp.

  

  And then a local bigshot gets jealous of all the attention I'm getting and takes stern opposition to my sudden popularity.

  

  I shrug off my adoring fans and reach the Legion no worse for the wear. Turns out we're storming a certain Stormcloak fortress that I already know very well. The people in there know me as the vampire who killed about thirty of their men a week or so back. And as the guy who took one of their horses.

  

  It's a good thing, though, since this means I know my way around the fortress quite well. I drop in, do my thing, and liberate an army of begga--sorry, prisoners.

  

  But we didn't need them anyways. Some of them are even killed in the fight outside. They should have let me handle this alone. 

  

  I mean, just look at me, Legion! I'm a bank of awesome fighting skills! Money goes in, victory comes out. It's not like I would've helped the Stormcloaks if the Legion couldn't pay, but I don't know if I'd be this involved, either. 

  

  Odds are, I'd still be at my house by the falls, banging wooden planks together.

  After the battle's over--hooray!--I let Hadvar know just who I am. He doesn't seem particularly responsive to that revelation and I'm not sure whether to be offended or not. So with that slightly underwhelming meeting over with, I head out.

  

  And pass through a place that feels more familiar than home at this point. 

  

  Yes, yes, I get it, Anga's Mill. You're mad because a dragon killed all your inhabitants and I let it happen. Well, maybe you should have had more than three people in a village this size, maybe a reasonable breeding population. That ever occur to you?

  Yeah, I didn't think so.