Hyldes Journal - Entry I - Into Skyrim

• Posted by Hyldes November 9, 2013 - 346 views

  Getting to Skyrim used to be so much easier when Falinesti had'nt rooted itself yet.
  The trip got harsher with every mile that we got closer to the north. Fortunately, the court had arranged for a covered wagon to take me there, so I've spent a lot of days sitting inside just looking out as the rain slowly turned into snow. I was looking forwards to seeing my cousin Faendal again. He would let me overnight in his house in Riverwood whenever I needed during this mission.

  We made a stop in Bruma, before spending a mere 18 hours ascending the mountains that seperates Skyrim from Cyrodil. The whole trip was almost problemfree, besides a wolf attack one of the nights, which we handled effectivly. It was only when I finally reached the borders of Skyrim that troubles came raining down on me like thick rain from an open sky.
  I parted ways with the carriage 2 miles from the border, as it was only tasked to taking me that far. As it rode away into the south, I approached the borders of the most northern land of Tamriel.

  I had'nt walked for an hour, when turmoil started happening further down the road. There was hordes of emperial soldiers fighting a smaller number of nords, horses running loose and blood spilling to the ground. A soldier spotted me an called me over. He asked me what I was doing here, and I told him of my royal mission. He grabbed my shoulder and looked me in the eye. "You can't cross the border right now Wood Elf. You have to take a seat in one of our carriages if you want to stay safe. I will notice my superiors of your whereabouts." I did what he told me, and hoped that this would be over soon. From the carriage I saw that same soldier fall to the ground as an arrow pierced his chest.
  I've been hunting animals my entire life back in Valenwood, but I was'nt used to seeing humanoids fall ass prey. I closed my eyes.

  When I opened my eyes again, the carriege was moving and I did'nt recognize the forrest we where passing through. In the carriege with me was two more passengers. Nord captives, and appearantly they where part of a rebellion against the empire. They call themselves "Stormcloaks". In front of me sat a brighthaired man and next to me sat the fearsome leader of this rebellion. He was gagged with a piece of cloak for some reason, but the other nord was so kind to let me know. In fact, the nord captive kept on talking about his homeland and his gods, and he ensured me that we where going to Soverngard before noon. The thought of it made me uncomfortable, but I knew that I was safe and innocent, and that the emperials also knew of that.