Let's Play Skyrim

[Serious_Business]

Damn you work fast nigga

What difficulty are you playing on?

 

[RK47]

I'm just running on adept. I'll run without armor until I hit a brick wall maybe. Tee hee. This is gonna be quite funny.

 

[TripJack]

Don't mind me. These clothes don't suit me anyway.

 

[RK47]

Music: Tie Fighter - Success

Lead the way, Hadvar.

Uh huh.

Hammerfell had ruins like these, our warrior caste often explore these ruins to prove their courage.

Superstitious sort, are you?

What's this?

Hmmm.

A bearded man in robes. How boring.

A fool wielding a puny dagger.

Now THIS is more like it.

I am a Warrior and this stone is worthy of my touch.

Amazing...we should erect stones like these in Hammerfell..

Shepard, this way!

What was I guilty of in the first place?

Hmph. Fine.

A howl in the distance caught the warrior's attention. Hadvar paid no heed.

Hadvar, dinners here!

What?

One wolf was slain immediately by the black warrior's mighty swing, the last one wasn't so lucky...

Been a while since I met a wolf...be honored. Hnnnghhhhh-

ONE!

The wolf gaze turned blank as it howled in agony. But the black warrior wasn't finished.

Hnnnnghhhh-

TWO! Tell your ancestors about me.

What? You barely did anything.

Nice place.

You may want to get dressed to soothe the populace's discomfort.

Am I undressed? My honor is still protected. There is no shame in this state.

So be it.

Shh.. Uncle, please. Keep your voice down. I am fine. But we should go inside to talk.

What's going on? And who's this?

Shepard. Charmed, I'm sure.

He's a friend. Saved my life in fact. Come on, I'll explain anything, but we need to go inside.

Okay, okay. Come inside, then. Sigrid will get you something to eat and you can tell me all about it.

Nice place. You a smith?

Why yes,...you look like you need some armor. But first, let's come inside.

Hmph.

Hmm?

Ignorant whelp. Ah, none of my business.

The black warrior followed Hadvar and his uncle into the house where a warm fire greeted him.

Alvor's wife strode from the basement, looking surprised at the underdressed black man in her living room before realizing the presence of her nephew.

Don't mind if I do.

I don't know where to start. You know I was assigned to General Tullius' guard. We were stopped in Helgen when we were attacked...by a dragon.

Yeah, he's obviously drunk while in full Imperial uniform, accompanied by a half dressed black man in the woods.

Husband. Let him tell his story.

Not much more to tell. This dragon flew over and just wrecked the whole place. Mass confusion. I don't know if anyone else got out alive. I doubt I'd made it out myself if not for my friend here.

If they had untied me earlier, maybe the dragon would be dead by now.

I need to get back to Solitude and let them know what happened. I thought you could help us out. Food, supplies, a place to stay.

That isn't-

Of course! Any friend of Hadvar's is a friend of mine. I'm glad to help however I can.

Alvor's gaze turn towards the Redguard seated at one end of the table. His muscular ebony pecs shone in the fireplace's light. His gaze pierces like a prideful hawk.

Like I said, I'm glad to help in any way I can.

I need some cash. You dig?

But I need your help. We need your help. But first, help yourself to some of my possessions. Here's some clothes and food. You could use some.

Sigh. If you insist. What help do you need from me?

The Jarl needs to know if there's a dragon on the loose. Riverwood is defenseless. We need to get word to Jarl Balgruuf in Whiterun to send whatever soldiers he can. If you'll do that for me, I'll be in your debt.

No friend, you've helped me enough with this warm fire and supplies. How do I get to Whiterun from here?

Cross the river then head north. You'll see it, just past the falls. When you get there, just keep going up. Dragonsreach, the Jarl's palace is at the top of the hill.

What can you tell me about the Jarl?

Jarl Balgruuf? He rules Whiterun Hold. A good man, perhaps a bit over-cautious, but these are dangerous times. So far he's managed to stay out of the war. I'm afraid it can't last, though.

Which side in the war does he favor?

I don't think he likes either Ulfric or Elisif much. Who can blame him? But I've no doubt he'll prove loyal to the Empire in the end. He's no traitor.

Enlighten me, who is Elisif?

Ah, I forget you are new to Skyrim. Jarl Elisif, I should say, although only because she was married to Jarl Torryg when he was murdered.

Women are allowed to lead here? How did he die?

Ulfric murdered Torygg. Walked right into his palace in Solitude and killed him. Shouted him to death, if you believe the stories.

I'm more interested in how he got out alive in the first place. But do go on.

That's what started this whole war. The Empire couldn't ignore that. Once the jarls start killing each other, we're back to the bad old days.

Just like the Forebears and Crowns of Hammerfell...

Shepard lets out a long sigh. War Chief U'bama's concern ringing in his mind.

And you, what do you think about the war?

People are rightly stirred up about the damn Thalmor being allowed to roam around arresting people, just for worshipping Talos. But was it worth tearing Skyrim apart, maybe destroying the Empire? No, Ulfric will have a lot to answer for in the end.

Hmm. Sacrificing beliefs for the greater good. A hard price to pay. The treaty harmed your people as much as it did to mine. Just be glad you've not lost any territory to the damn Thalmors yet.

Nords have always supported the Empire, and the Empire has always been good for Skyrim.

If you say so. Can I use your forge?

I see no harm in it, if you have the skill. The grindstone will improve your weapons, use the table to improve your armor.

Thank you, Nord brother. It's good to be here.

Psst - want to see my dragon?

Hush, child. Don't pester your cousin.

Your uncle's a very good man, Hadvar.

It's nice to be back in a friendly spot, huh?

I'd recommend heading to Whiterun. From there you can take a carriage to Solitude.

Before that, who were those other prisoners?

You didn't know? That was Ulfric Stormcloak and his top lieutenants.

The same one who killed that Jarl?

Right, the leader of the Stormcloaks. They claim to be fighting for Skyrim's freedom, but the war is really all about Ulfric wanting to be High King of Skyrim.

Tell me more about these Stormcloaks.

It's pretty simple. Ulfric founded them years ago, as a sort of private army to advance his ambitions. He's always used the ban on the worship of Talos to stir people up against the Empire.

Hm, much like the Crowns of Hammerfell did on the loss of territory.

He never succeeded in getting much support, so a few months ago he murdered the High King! That got the Empire's attention.

So when you need more followers, you commit regicide. Huh. Sounds bad ass. How did you capture him anyway?

A masterstroke by General Tullius! He's only been in charge here for a fe wmonths, but he's turned things around for the Empire.

How so?

We've been trying to catch Ulfric since the war started, but he always seemed to slip through our fingers...like he knew we were coming.

Spies, perhaps?

This time, the General turned the tables on him. Ulfric rode right into our ambush with only a few bodyguards. He surrendered pretty meekly, too. So much for this death-or-glory reputation.

Too bad he didn't get executed first.

Yes, I thought we were taking Ulfric back to Cyrodiil, but I guess the General changed his mind. You know the rest.

Maybe I'm wrong, but I thought dragons were all dead long ago?

So did I! If the damn Stormcloaks somehow found one, or woke it up...the war might be about to take an ugly turn. Hard to believe it was just a coincidence, that the first dragon anyone's seen for centuries attacks just as Ulfric was about to be executed.

I think you need a good fist on your head. You were about to execute *ME* when the dragons appeared.

I know, today wasn't the best introduction to the Legion, but I hope you'll give us another chance. The Legion could really use someone like you, especially now. And if the rebels have themselves a dragon, General Tullius is the only one who can stop them.

He ordered my execution, why would I want to help him?

Shepard, I don't blame you for being angry about it. I would be, too, in your shoes. But it was all a mistake. You weren't supposed to be on that cart with those Stormcloak traitors.

Damn straight.

And the Imperial Legion needs your help, especially now, with that dragon out there somwhere, and Ulfric back on the loose.

I'll have to think about it.

Sure, I understand. I'ts not easy to go from being executed by the Legion one day to joining up the next. But I think you'll see the Legion is Skyrim's only hope for real peace right now. I know you'll make the right choice in the end.

You're not the only one who thinks so...

Shepard's black figure rose majestically from the chair.

He carefully unfold the clothing that Alvor handed and put it on.

Mmmh. It'll do. I need to go outside for a while.

The warrior stood outside and takes in the clear mountain air of Skyrim. So much in such a short time. Just as War Chief U'bama predicted.

I gotta stop wasting time thinking and do what I do best.

Shepard borrows the smith's grindstone and sharpened his axe.

It's night, and he disrobed by the stream to continue training his Black Eagle stance.

Huff...huuuh...hufff...

I will not fail you, War Chief.

The elves will not succeed.

I swear it.

 

[Ulminati]

Psst - want to see my dragon?

The mighty cybernegro turned pedophile?

 

[RK47]

Tali <3

Joking aside, man I never even experienced this ...dialogue the first time I played. I was just running past Hadvar or Ralof down the cliff and zip through the smith...selling my junk, buying stuff etc.

Beth did put effort into having 'semi-scripted' stuff in...but I guess witnessing 75% of their QA running pass all the dialogues must've did them in.

Hell, I wish I could do that in Dragon Age.

 

[anus_pounder]

black cox, etc...

Well eagerly follow.

 

[baronjohn]

I won't turn off quest markers (you can't ask for directions in this game), but how do I turn off dungeon markers only?

Situational awareness, bro. Either that or look at the map when you're confused.

The game is 500% more enjoyable without the popamole compass. Plus screenshots look way better.

 

[RK47]

Satisfied with his nightly training, Shepard retires to the nearby Inn, 'The Sleeping Giant.'

A huge fire pit greets him.

Orgnar.

Are you listening?

Hard not to.

The ale is going bad. We need to get a new batch.

Did you hear me?

Yep. Ale's going bad.

I guess you don't have potatoes in your ears after all. Just make sure we get a fresh batch in soon.

Nice place.

You're the innkeeper?

We got rooms and food. Drink, too. I cook. Ain't much else to tell. If you need a room, talk to Delphine.

I'd like a room.

Sure thing. It's yours for a day. For ten gold pieces.

A fair price.

The coins exchanged hands. Shepard turns around and notice the inn's bard playing a little local tune called 'Ragnar the Red.' He decides to indulge in a little music before heading to bed.

There once was a hero named Ragnar the Red,
who came riding to Whiterun from ole Rorikstead!
And the braggart did swagger and brandish his blade,
as he told of bold battles and gold he had made!

But then he went quiet, did Ragnar the Red,
when he met the shieldmaiden Matilda who said...
"Oh, you talk and you lie and you drink all our mead!
Now I think it's high time that you lie down and bleed!"

And so then came the clashing and slashing of steel,
as the brave lass Matilda charged in full of zeal!
And the braggart named Ragnar was boastful no more...
when his ugly red head rolled around on the floor!

Not bad.

A drunken patron gave a quiet applause before ordering another mug.

Shepard has had enough. It's time to retire to his room.

Tomorrow, White Run.

Morning comes...

If I follow the river, it should lead right up to Whiterun!

Always wanted to swim.

Mmmmm. I should be careful. One false step...

LP Note: Yes. Jumping down from this height to the water below causes death. I reloaded lol.

Shepard jumps to the side of the cliff, and uses his powerful legs to leap at another footing.

Finally, gauging that the rapids are somewhat safe, he decides to take the plunge once more.

A short ride later, he came onto a shore populated by a pair of mud crabs.

They seemed quite hostile. And took a chunk off his thigh with their massive claws.

That hurt. I should find myself some reliable armor. A little bit higher and my honor would be broken.

Mmm. Not much further to White Run now..

Approaching the outlying farms near Whiterun, Shepard senses trouble ahead. A large figure, waving a huge club is fending off a group of three warriors.

Looks like a giant. Mind if I join in?

Battleaxe drawn, the giant collapses in one mighty swing from the Redguard, the warriors sheathed their weapons in awe.

What is a Shield-Brother?

An outsider, eh? Never heard of the Companions?

No. Do tell.

An order of warriors. We are brothers and sisters in honor. And we show up to solve problems if the coin is good enough.

I might be in need of some currency...may I join?

Not for me to say. You'll have to talk to Kodlak Whitemane up in Jorrvaskr. The old man's got a sense for people. He can look you in the eyes and tell your worth.

Very well.

If you go to him, good luck.

The warriors parted, but not before commenting on Shepard's odd choice of battledress.

Sigh. Fine.

Happy now?

Once the warriors have left, Shepard knelt down over the dead giant. Studying its features closely.

I know. It wasn't fair. One day, we'll have a rematch. You and me. And we'll see who is the better man. Rest in peace, warrior.

A short jog later, and Shepard stumbles upon a carriage outside Whiterun.

Hmm. Hadvar did mention that this carriage can take me to Solitude...Sir, what do you know about Whiterun?

Well, I know the Companions make their home here. Their mead hall, Jorrvaskr, is the oldest building in the city. Oh, and there's a nasty feud between two families called the Gray-Manes and Battle-borns. You'll want to be careful there. The rest you can find out by asking the townsfolk. I'd start with the barkeep at the Bannered Mare, or the castle steward.

Thank you, is your carriage for hire?

Of course. Where would you like to go?

Not now, perhaps later. Once I'm done with business in Whiterun.

Have a safe trip, Redguard.

The walls of Whiterun beckons.

Hmmm. Is that?

A small group of tents stands erect outside the walls. A group of Khajitts, the cat-like race frolicks about. One sat in the tent, hawking his wares.

Why, this is highly unusual. I never thought of seeing your kind here. Why sell your goods in Skyrim?

An astute question, for we are far from home and this is a cold, hard land.

Indeed, methinks you'd prefer the warm touch of the sand than cold snow.

Ahh, but the wise trader finds the best opportunities, even if he must travel far to find them. Skyrim is a ripe opportunity indeed.

Mmmm-hmm. How so?

The dragons and the war have scared many other traders away, but for those with courage, there is much profit to be made.

Show me your wares, I might have some baubles for trade.

Take a look.

The merchant drove a hard bargain, but Shepard learned much of mercantile from the short time he spent haggling. Perhaps in the future, he will be able earn more coin from selling his goods.

I've grown stronger.

His grip more confident, the proud warrior continues his journey towards the gates of Whiterun.

May your road lead you to warm sands.

I come from Riverwood bearing a request for aid.

The guards let Shepard in and directed him towards Dragonsreach.

So this is Whiterun...

I just can't fill an order that size on my own. Why don't you swallow that stubborn pride of yours and go ask Eorlund Gray-Mane for help?

Ha! I'd sooner bend my knee to Ulfric Stormcloak. Besides, Gray-Mane would never make steel for the Legion.

Have it your way. I'll take the job, but don't expect a miracle.

The Nord left the smith, feeling satisfied with the acceptance of his request. Shepard decides to chat up the female smithy. He never met one before.

You forge blades?

I don't claim to be the best blacksmith in Whiterun. Eorlund Gray-Mane's got that honor. Man's steel is legendary. All I ask is a fair chance.

You work the forge all day?

Aye, that I do. I've got to, if I hope to be as good as Eorlund Gray-Mane some day. In fact, I just finished my best piece of work.

And that is?

It's a sword. I made it for the Jarl, Balgruuf the Greater. It's a surprise, and I don't even know if he'll accept it. But...

But?

Listen, could you take the sword to my father, Proventus Avenicci? He's the Jarl's steward. He'll know the right time to present it to him.

It would be my pleasure, but first, tell me about Whiterun.

Plenty to tell. Hmph. I'd say we're prosperous enough. Most folks don't go hungry, if they're willing to work hard. The city's ruled by the Jarl up in Dragonsreach. That's the fortress, there, up on the tall hill.

Yes, I'm headed there.

But you're probably more interested in Jorrvaskr, mead hall of the Companions. Their deeds of war and valor are...legendary.

Mmm. I might do that as well. But first, show me your wares.

Of course. The finest weapons and armor.

Shepard browsed through the collection of fine steel and iron weapons. But settled on something special.

Cool to the touch. I'll take this.

Excellent choice. But you're short of a few coins.

Take my axe to make up for the difference.

That will do.

The trade was made and Shepard walks past the bustling marketplace.

Hmmm, I could purchase many things here..maybe cook up some of my Redguard recipes later, when I have the time.

Remembering that his purse is a little light after his big purchase at the smithy, Shepard decides to save the browsing for another day.

This tree...looks dead. A pity. And that fortress must behind it must be Dragonsreach.

Shepard walks past the massive tree, only to be stopped by a loud shouting from a priest clad in yellow robes.

Huh..nice statue.

And there it is, friends! The ugly truth! We are the children of man! Talos is the true god of man! Ascended from flesh, to rule the realm of spirit!

Isn't the worship of this god banned? Is Whiterun not under Empire's control?

Come closer,friend!

What can you tell me about Talos?

Hello, my friend! If you seek knowledge about mighty Talos, you have most certainly come to the right person.

So, what's the beef? Get to the point please. Who is Talos?

In mortal life, Talos was a Nord possessed of unmatched tactical skill, limitless wisdom and the power to see into men's hearts.

So he was a man?

Talos mastered the power of the Voice, and with it he united the lands of men into a great Empire.

The Empire? The same Empire in Cyrodiil?

Yes. In southern lands, he was known by the name Tiber Septim. Here in Skyrim, we honor him by his proper Nord name. So great was his reign in life, when he ascended to the heavens he was made the lord of the Divines.

I'm sure he does. Well, that's all the time I have for Talos today.

If you want to know more, I'm sure you can find any number of tomes on the subject.

Dossier updated: Talos.

Umm, fine. I'll see you around, priest.

Would you like to pray to the shrine of Talos before leaving? He may grant you his blessings!

No...not now. Thanks anyway.

Shepard walks away and climb up the steps to Dragonsreach, pondering the origins of Talos.

Talos is merely a tool by Thalmors to drive a gap between the Empire and Skyrim. Nothing more. Unless there's more proof to it...

Finally, Shepard reaches the halls of Dragonsreach.

What sort of reception awaits him?

 

[Crooked Bee]

Be sure to grab some collars while you're there!

 

[CrazyLoon]

The game looks so much like Oblivion now that I can see everything. LP is shaping up to be EXTREME. Anyway, did you add any mod/are you planning to?

 

[Serious_Business]

SHEPERDS

 

[RK47]

The game looks so much like Oblivion now that I can see everything. LP is shaping up to be EXTREME. Anyway, did you add any mod/are you planning to?

Craftable Arrows - This one is kinda no brainer. Lots of ingots are rotting by end game, and really, arrows cost can be a bit much.

Faster Horses - 1.5 speed, cause humans can't possibly outrun horses.

Killable children - Yeah. Realism ftw.

Rich Merchants - I don't think I even needed this mod, but what the hell, I hated running around town looking for merchant with money to sell loot to.

Still looking for Shepard N7 Armour and Geth Laser Gun plus Omni-Blade. Will enjoy the game more if the mod is out.

 

[anus_pounder]

Nice going. Didn't think people would actually notice the fact you don't have any clothes on. Minor ?

 

[Multiple Sarcasm]

VA in this game is a real hit-and-miss. This guy has probably the best VA in the game - hell, for most games. Then, suddenly - Farengar Latent-Flame: his opening quest lines were just painful. More painful than the high-pitched, faggoty, office-cubicle-worker VA of the guy hurrying to get his head chopped off, in the intro. Mark Meer is a fucking genius of VA in comparison.

Didn't think people would actually notice the fact you don't have any clothes on. Minor ?

They did in Oblivion and Morrownd, as well. Dunno about Fallout.

 

[RK47]

What pissed me off is that the VA, despite duplicating themselves over several character NEVER made any attempts at differentiating themselves.

Just look at the amount of VAs they used in Dawn of War 2 and how many roles they played each.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=etm3Z8E4F18

 

[RK47]

Bumping for page 4

 

[RK47]

Before Shepard can step closer, a female dark elf blocks his way, sword drawn.

What's the meaning of this interruption? Jarl Balgruuf is not receiving visitors.

Easy, sister. Alvor of Riverwood sent me. The town is in danger.

As housecarl, my job is to deal with all dangers that threaten the Jarl or his people. So you have my attention. Now, explain yourself.

A dragon has destroyed Helgen.

You know about Helgen? The Jarl will want to speak to you personally. Approach.

The Imperials were about to execute Ulfric Stormcloak. Then the dragon attacked.

I should have guessed Ulfric would be mixed up in this.

The Jarl of Falkreath will view that as a provocation! He'll assume we're preparing to join Ulfric's side and attack him. We should not...

Enough!

Irileth, send a detachment to Riverwood at once.

Yes, my Jarl.

If you'll excuse me, I'll return to my duties.

That would be best. And you...

Yes?

Well done. You sought me out, on your own initiative. You've done Whiterun a service, and I won't forget it. Here, take this as a small token of my esteem.

A guard handed Shepard a suit of Steel Armor.

Hm. Thank you. This will serve me well. If that is all...

There is another thing you could do for me. Suitable for someone of your particular talents, perhaps.

Oh?

Come, let's go find Farengar, my court wizard. He's been looking into a matter related to these dragons and ... rumors of dragons.

Hm. Do tell.

The Jarl rises and leads Shepard into another room where a robed figure is deep in studies.

Go ahead and fill him in with all the details.

Make it brief, I don't like wizards.

Yes, I could use someone to fetch something for me.

Fetch? that's no warrior's task.

Well, when I say fetch, I really mean delve into a dangerous ruin in search of -

Cut the bullshit. What does this have to do with dragons?

Ah, no mere brute mercenary, but a thinker - perhaps even a scholar?

I am waiting.

You see, when the stories of dragons began to circulate, many dismissed them as mere fantasies, rumors. Impossibilities. One sure mark of a fool is to dismiss anything that falls outside his experiences as being impossible.

Well, to me a fool is one who wastes my time with idle talks. Get to the point.

Fine. I started the search for information about dragons - where had they gone all those years ago? And where were they coming from?

So? What does all this have to do with me?

I, ah, learned of a certain stone tablet to be housed in Bleak Falls Barrow - a "Dragonstone," said to contain a map of dragon burial sites.

Where is this stone?

Go to Bleak Falls Barrow, find this tablet - no doubt interred in the main chamber - and bring it to me. Simplicity itself.

What can you tell me about Bleak Falls Barrow?

An old tomb, built by the ancient Nords, perhaps dating back to the Dragon War itself. Ah. Maybe you just want to know how to get there. It's near Riverwood, a miserable little village a few miles south of here.

Oh, Riverwood? Yeah I think I know that place. I'll - fetch - when I have the time.

This is a priority now. Anything we can use to fight this dragon, or dragons. We need it, quickly. Before it's too late.

Of course, Jarl Balgruuf. You seem to have found me an able assistant. I'm sure he will prove most useful.

You both presume too much. I'll do this on my own time. I have my own interests.

Very well, Redguard. Succeed at this, and you'll be rewarded. Whiterun will be in your debt.

I bid you farewell, milord.

Shepard leaves the Jarl and his court wizard. He searches for the Jarl's advisor, Proventus Avenicci.

I have a sword for you, from your daughter.

Ah, this must be that weapon for the Jarl. Poor girl, so eager to prove herself. I'll present it to Balgruuf when his mood is..agreeable. Thank you, please take these few coins.

With that, the advisor walks over to a dining hall out in the open, with a majestic view of the surrounding.

Impressive.

There, Shepard chats up Hrongar, Jarl's Balgruuf's brother.

I'm sure your brother knows what he's doing. He seems like a fine ruler.

Shepard decides to try on the armor the Jarl gifted to him.

Heavier, but it's better than bleeding to death.

Satisfied with the fit, Shepard takes leave of the porch and studies a map in the Jarl's war room.

Says here that Imperial controls Whiterun, but I see no Legion troops posted here...Ahh, no matter. Let's cook something up. I am starved.

Finding a spare cooking pot, Shepard starts digging through the ingredients, intent on replicating his homeland's cooking.

A pinch of salt...

Sliced potatoes and chopped leeks..

And a hunk of juicy venison.

Perfect.

He ate merrily and ready for the challenges ahead of him

So...Riverwood? Or Solitude? Let me think it up first...

Hmm, a fellow Redguard?

So you're willing to starve your wife and daughter to reclaim some rusty old sword?

I just need to hire one, maybe two good men. You won't starve.

I'll put it plainly. You can claim your sword, or you can keep your wife. If you set foot outside the gate, I won't be here when you return.

The woman walked away in a huff, leaving the man behind to ponder on his decision.

There are other fishes in the seas, brother.

Huh? Hey - you tried mercenary work? It might suit you.

What were you two arguing about?

My Saffir doesn't like that I've been spending so much time looking for my father's old sword.

Why is this sword so special?

He fed his entire family with the gold he made using that weapon. I'm not about to let it gather dust in some thief's trophy room.

Perhaps I can help?

You will? I tracked it to a group of bandits nearby. I don't know why I'm saying this, but if you find it out in your travels, I'd be grateful to you.

It's a promise.

Shepard leaves the man behind and walk past the Jorrvaskr, home of the Companions.

They're an honorable sort. I should join them.

Upon entering the Jorrvaskr, Shepard stumbles upon a fist fight between two members.

Hail there, I would like to join the Companions.

So you think you have what it takes? Huh. Lucky for you, I'm not the one who makes that decision. Talk to Kodlak.

Shepard couldn't find Kodlak on the main floor and decides to explore the lower levels.

Where is Kodlak?

The servant lady pointed him towards a room. The door was ajar, an elderly figure sat with a young fiery man. They seem to be deep in discussion.

We all do. It is our burden to bear. But we can overcome.

You have my brother and I, obviously. But I don't know if the rest will go along quite so easily.

Leave that to me.

Sensing that they're finished, Shepard approaches the pair.

LP Note: LOL orgasmic face.

Hail. I would like to join the Companions.

Would you know? Here, let me have a look at you.

The man studies Shepard's face carefully before continuing.

Hm. Yes, perhaps. A certain strength of spirit.

I am nobody's master, Vilkas. And last I checked, we had some empty beds in Jorrvaskr for those with a fire burning in their hearts.

Apologies. But perhaps this isn't the time. I've never even heard of this outsider.

Sometimes the famous come to us. Sometimes men and women come to us to seek their fame. It makes no difference. What matters is their heart.

And their arm.

Of course. How are you in battle, boy?

I can handle myself.

That may be so. This is Vilkas. He will test your arm. Vilkas, take him out to the yard and see what he can do.

Aye.

The young man rose and regards Shepard carefully.

Come on, let's do this.

Later, outside...

Just have a few swings at me so I can see your form. Don't worry, I can take it.

If you say so.

Shepard winds his greatsword back before lowering it with all his might. With a mighty clang, it clashed against Vilkas' raised shield, the younger warrior lost his footing upon impact.

You might just make it. But for now, you're still a whelp to us, new blood. So you do what we tell you.

Hmph.

Here's my sword. Go take it up to Eorlund to have it sharpened. And be careful, it's probably worth more than you are.

Trying to save your face after what happened, eh? Whatever. You're not worth it.

Following Vilkas' directions, Shepard ascend up the stone steps and paused as a majestic view came within his sight.

Wow..what craftmanship...

Beneath the giant bird, a red hot forge. An elderly smith is working on his irons.

Vilkas sent me this sword.

I'm guessing you're the newcomer then?

Does he always send newcomers on errands?

Oh, don't worry too much about it. They were all whelps once. They just might not like to talk about it. And don't always just do what you're told. Nobody rules anybody in the Companions.

I see. Were you one as well?

Not actually a Companion myself, but none of them know how to work a forge properly and I'm honored to serve them. Name's Eorlund Gray-Mane. I work the Skyforge. Best steel in all of Skyrim. All of Tamriel.

Well, if that is all...

Wait, I have a favor to ask.

Speak.

I've bene working on a shield for Aela. My wife is in mourning and I need to get back to her soon. I'd be much obliged if you could take this to Aela for me.

Very well.

That's a good man.

Later, below the Jorvasskr...

I have your shield.

Ah, good. I've been waiting for this. Good to see you made it up here.

You know this one? I saw him training in the yard with Vilkas.

Ah, yes. I heard you gave him quite a thrashing.

Don't let Vilkas catch you saying that.

Do you think you could handle Vilkas in a real fight?

I don't care for boasting.

Ah, a man of action. Here, let's have Farkas show you where you'll be resting your head. Farkas!

A muscular warrior answers the call. Shepard recognizes him as the man who fought the giant at the farm.

Of course we did, icebrain. Show this new blood where the rest of the whelps sleep.

New blood? Oh, I remember you, Come on, follow me.

Icebrain?

They challenge us to be our best..err..

Shepard.

Well met, I am Farkas. Nice to have a new face around. It gets boring here sometimes. I hope we keep you. This can be a rough life.

Farkas leads the new warrior to the sleeping quarters.

Tilma will keep the place clean. She always has.

Come to me or Aela if you're looking for work. Once you've made a bit of a name for yourself, Skjor and Vilkas might have things for you to do. Good luck. Welcome to the Companions.

Thank you, brother.

By the way, if you're looking for something to do. We've gotten a letter about someone needing some mucle right here in Whiterun Hold.

What is it about?

I don't know what the fight is about, and that's not our business anyway. I just need you to go out there, look tough, and scare this milk drinker into submission.

Sounds easy.

No more than that. I don't want to hear about a killing, understand?

Understood.

Go. Bring honor to yourself, and the Companions.

 

[RK47]

Tirdas 8:00 PM, 18th of Last Seed, 4E 201
Shit hit the fan tonight. Lost a bet with my friend over the dragon at Helgen. I didn't think it was real, just some Stormcloak propaganda. Turns out it was real and Irileth is sending us over to Riverwood tomorrow. I'm double-fucked. Tonight is my last Whiterun guard duty for the week.

Why did the dragon have to attack now?

8:50 PM. All quiet on the front gate, a lone Redguard left the gates, tending to a Companion's job just outside the gate. I let him pass. Didn't really catch his name. Stewart, was it?

9:15 PM. Nothing to report. I'm hungry, tired, and cold. Three more hours till I'm off to sleep, then it's down to Riverwood I go.

9:50 PM. Thought I saw someone moving just outside the walls, looks like one of us, but he isn't carrying a torch. Strange. Maybe he's taking a piss. I thought I saw another figure giving chase to him, or maybe it's his partner trying to keep up...I'm so bored. I hate wars.

10:15 PM. Ahhh! So much better, nothing like good mead down the hatch past tenner. Biggs reported arrows flying over by the bridge to the north. Could be some hunters going on a hunt.

10:30 PM. FUCK! Heard a human cry out from the northern perimeter. I drew the short straw - gotta go - fuck where's my helm?

Post action report - There was a fight between an imperial bodyguard and a redguard. I try to get closer to stop the fight.

Post action report - The Redguard seemed uninterested on attacking, he was telling the Imperial to stand down as he wanted to resume a chase - or some shit. I was getting closer, ready to throw down a shout to break up the fight, when the Redguard block was broken by a fine Imperial thrust -

Either one could go down at that moment, the Redguard realized it was a fine line between defense and death and switched to a counterblow, spinning around to land an elbow charge at the incoming Imperial, opening the latter's defense wide. I must've been 5 paces away when I realized they're both past the point of no return.

And that's that. The greatsword pierced the Imperial's torso and he's dead.

Present -

FREEZE! HEY! HEY! I SAW THAT!

I was chasing Stormcloak when this idiot tried to kill me. It was self defense.

Uhhh. Come quietly.

Fine. He's probably too far away for me to catch by now.

He spat on the corpse. Putting the blame squarely on the dead man.

Fuckin' retard.

Gonna have to submit a report when I get back to HQ...fuck, I hate my life.

 

[spekkio]

So, this is the new shit, huh?

:/

Great job as always, RK47.

 

[Crooked Bee]

Goddamn guards. //

 

[RK47]

OK, since it was self defense, the fine is 40 gold. Please be careful next time when you're outside town.

Hmph. You took out most of my coins.

Just be glad the Jarl vouched for you. We've had enough trouble with the civil war as it is, why don't you cool your head in the Bannered Mare?

Music: Ultima 7 - Marketplace

Fine.

Cozy.

Innkeeper, some meat...and a room.

Walking to his room, Shepard notices a Nord woman eyeing him with very fierce eyes.

Oh, really? That's nice, but I'm kinda tired right now.

Keep walkin' softgut. I'm more woman than you can handle.

What did you say?

Think you can go blade to blade with me? You'd be dead in six seconds.

You think you can take me on?

And why not? I could beat anyone in this city, bare-handed. A hundred gold says I knock your hide to the ground.

I don't have that much gold, but rest assured when I do...

Then come back when you actually have the hundred.

Hmph. I'm outta here.

Shepard gets some much needed rest, he'll visit the farm in the morning and carry out his Companions contract.

Morning comes, and Shepard makes breakfast.

Time to kick some ass.

Damn purse getting light, this job better pay well...

Hmm, looks like a merchant's cart.

Oh, sure, bring it. I could use the exercise!

Music: Ultima 7 - Combat

The bandits drew their arms and began their attack. It's two against one. Shepard parries the incoming attacks and chose to go after the archer first.

One down.

Time to punch your ticket.

Ice cold temperature overwhelmed the last bandit's defense, he bent over, wracked in pain. Shepard grins as he raised his greatsword sky high.

Coup the grace.

The fight is over and Shepard picks through the camp and snatch any valuables.

A small cache of gold

And skooma.

Looks like that's it...huh?

A battle cry made him turn around.

Again?

It appears the bandits' friends have returned.

You guys are twins?

Shepard's grievous slash takes down one! Their light armour unable to match the might of the greatsword.

What a productive day.

Finding some spare vegetables and salt piles in the barrels, Shepard decides to cook up a meal before continuing.

Finally, he arrives at the farm.

I'm here to resolve a dispute.

What the-

The woman throws a fierce left hander, catching Shepard off guard!

So this is how people resolve disputes in Skyrim?

Shepard raises his fists and traded a few blows, the woman began to tire out.

Come on, bitch. Is that all you got?

GET SOME!

WANT MORE?

You should stick to farming next time. *Spits*

Wiping the blood from his lips, Shepard makes his way back to Whiterun. However, he ran across an unsavoury bunch.

Looks like a bunch of bandits. I should keep my wits about.

Deciding that a direct attack against four opponents would be suicidal, Shepard decides to veer left, out of their view and stage an ambush.

A little sum'thing for the first one...

Shepard lets loose! Killing one instantly.

He quickly draws the bowstring for another shot, trading fire with the second bowman.

The third arrow brings the second bowman down, it's 2 v 1!

What's a matter? Never seen a Redguard before?

A downward slash from his greatsword grieviously wounds the great axe wielding bandit! But Shepard felt a sharp pain on his back and sure enough another bandit is attacking from behind!

Not bad, woman. I see you are a Redguard, too. Why do you resort to petty thievery?

Skillfully parrying the blow, Shepard leaps back and executes the great-axe wielding bandit. Finally, he taunts the last bandit to come closer.

Just you and me, sister. Come!

You should keep your mouth shut and eyes on the prey instead. Like THIS!

Blood flowed freely as a violent gash opens from the woman's torso and left thigh, she dropped to one knee, unable to raise her shield in time.

Cry freely woman, for those will be the last tears you shed on this earth!

With a mighty blow, the bandit was throttled backwards, dead. Shepard withdrew his blade and scanned his surrounding.

Oh, no....

What a waste...

It appears he arrived too late to save the poor bystander. He gave the Redguard woman her last rites before returning to the gates of Whiterun, the memory of the battles burning brightly in his psyche.

Forgive me, sister. May you find peace in the afterlife.

 

[Multiple Sarcasm]

I dunno, man: too much LARP, not enough lulz and a severe lack of EXTREME collar grabbin'. Shep's getting soft. :/

 

[anus_pounder]

I rather like RK47's LARP style LPs. But thats just me. Do continue, sir.

 

[DarthBehemoth]

I rather like RK47's LARP style LPs. But thats just me. Do continue, sir.