Yeah, I'm curious too.
But I don't get my hopes up.
Stillborn thread is stillborn.
Skyrim larp faggits don't want to follow premade stories, they want to create their own ones:
4. of Frostfall, 4E201, outside of Windhelm:
Dear diary, harsh and ass cold weather outside. Snuggled up in my tent again, don't want to catch frostbite. Hopefully my prayers at the shrine of Kynareth helped and the weather will change again, I still got a couple dozend family heirlooms to fetch for some strangers I just met.
Some other day in frostfall, still camping outside of Windhelm:
Dear diary, fukkin blizzard outside, my tent barely stands, some skeever stole my last sweetroll and now I'm out of wine so it's like super frosty in here.
I also think the skeever left me something else instead, it's starting to smell.
Still frostfall?, still in that bloody tent:
Dear diary, I can't feel my feet anymore. But that doesn't matter, can't go anywhere, since I must have dozed off for quite some time and in the meanwhile my tent was buried under a huge pile of snow. When I took a look at my toes I saw that some of them were missing. Must have been that sneaky little bastard of a skeever that stole my sweetrolls. Amazing how that nasty little critter is still alive out there. I wonder where the tunnel it dug is...
Still 4E201 I guess, back on the surface!:
Thank Akatosh! I found the way out. Crawled back to Windhelm, where I tried to tell the guards about that skeever that stole my sweetroll and even offered a decent reward for the fearless hunter that strikes it down but everyone just keeps laughing at me. Just you wait, I'll show them! Solitude, I'm coming.
*starts singing in the back of one of those brand new touring carriages*