Traveler notes. Chapter One. Arrival.

Notes of a traveler – a cycle of stories in the TES universe about a young traveler and a researcher who went to the Skyrim province to study this dangerous and harsh edge. But this is not an ordinary story, since at first I play the described actions in the game, and only then transfer all this to the “paper”. So everything that I talk about on the pages of “Notes” – the truth was played directly in the game.

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Traveler notes. Chapter One. Arrival.

My name is dressed, I am a traveler, part -time geographer and researcher. For more than two weeks I got to the harsh and snowy edge, Skyrim, and now I am finally here. My journey led me to the southwest of the province to the territory known as Folkrit. Tired of the campaign, I was happy to finally see the outpost in the dense forest. However, however strange it may be, but no one defended the border. There was not a single person around. I was apprehension, I crossed the gates of the outpost and slowly continued my journey further – down, to the city of Folkrit. From the textbooks I knew that this area is covered with thick and high forests, and the weather is always gloomy and rainy here. And unfortunately, it turned out to be true. There was a little rain, so I put a hat on my head and, without stopping looking around, moved forward. It was still noon, but due to the lack of light it could have thought that evening had already come. Not the most friendly places, as I already managed to understand. However, the vegetation here was richly developed than I wanted to earn extra money by selling herbs to a local alchemist, because I have very little money after the trip. The rain, meanwhile, intensified, so I accelerated my pace. The outpost was on a hill, I had to go down downward, trying to notice somewhere in the distance, the lights of the city. The lower I went down, the more trees and various bushes surrounded me, it is not a sin and getting lost in this deafomania. The trail sharply turned to the left and left even lower. “Already close,” I thought. And then, finally, yellow lights loomed on the horizon, puffed puffs of smoke, the features of the city began to outline. In fact, as I understand it later, Folkrit is not a city, but just a very large and well -protected village. All the better for me, I do not like vanity and everyday din.

The guard at the gate accompanied me with a oblique gaze, as if he saw something strange in me. Grunting, I entered the “city”. The first that I noticed was animals freely walking along the streets of Folkrit. And as if not noticing them, people scurried back and forth, each on their own business. Having finished the inspection of the local population, I began to look for the sign of the tavern and immediately found it. “Dead honey”. Hmm, what a terrible and unattractive name. Interestingly, in such an institution there are generally visitors? Removing gloves and a hat, I entered the tavern. It was warm inside and in its own way comfortable. Visitors, as it turned out, was a bunch. The focus was a bard, permanently singing about the overthrow of Ulfric and the victory of the empire., People gathered around him who carefully listened to what the minstrel was singing about. At the rack stood a vulgarly dressed woman with open breasts and a short skirt. I rented a room for a week and ordered a little food. My money finally disappeared on this, I had to think how to make good money. But this is tomorrow, now – rest. Having had a bite, I quickly lay down in the bed and immediately fell asleep with a strong sleep.

In the morning I laid out things on Bettingsitesnogamstop.co.uk the shelves, changed clothes and went out into the common room to talk with the mistress of the tavern.

– Hello. Can you tell me if there is any work in the district?
– Oh, beginner! There were no strangers in Folkrit for so long that everyone who is not lazy spoke about you last night! Even the drunkard Entraid!
– Well, this is very … so that about work? Do not tell me?
– Ah, sorry, of course! We have a sawmill here, there will certainly be a businessman. A blacksmith needs materials for his products, for cooks you always need fresh food. Merchants, I’m sure you can sell some valuable things or rare trinkets. If you already know how to fight, then the Yarl left an ad for the brave heroes. Do not want to get acquainted?
– No, thanks. I hardly pull on the hero and I really can’t fight. But thanks for the rest of the information, the premium is grateful!

Praised by the hostess, I went outside. The day was surprisingly sunny, bright and warm. Firstly, you need to get comfortable in the city and find out what to be, so I headed along the street, exploring the signs of the houses. Not far from the tavern was a forge, where I looked. My father taught me the basics of blacksmithing, so with a little help from a local blacksmith, whose name was the lodge, I was able to forge myself a steel sword. I am sure that someday this weapon will save my life. Lod, by the way, turned out to be a very friendly and kind person, unlike many other local residents who looked at strangers, like some unprecedented evil spirits. Having talked, he said that everything was calm in Folkrit itself, but outside the city. And wolves and trolls and even werewolves! Thanking the blacksmith for the advice, I took the sword and moved on. In my eyes I caught a large, three -story house of Jarl, which looked a little better than the rest of the foils in Folkrit. And nearby was the alchemical store “Dead Pumps”. Again a terrible name, is it really the norm for them? The hostess of the alchemical shop answered this question:

– You see, in Folkit the largest cemetery in all Skyrim, here is always gloomy and terrible. Therefore, the names here are relevant: “dead honey”, “dead poultice” and so on. Such a local bearded joke, do you know.

Now everything became clear to me. I sold several herbs and mushrooms that I gathered while I went to the city for the first time, I immediately bought a couple of potions of potions for the proceeds. They will come in handy later. Having wandered around the city a little more, I returned to the tavern, to my room and had lunch. In the evening I examined the local attraction – a giant cemetery. It turned out to be really very large, some graves were still very fresh, others are covered with cracks. My attention was attracted by three people in the center of the cemetery, it was the local priest Arke and a man with a woman. Going closer, I heard that someone had killed their daughter and decided to ask what happened here:

– Imagine? Torn to pieces! He came here, supposedly for work, seemed a decent person, and then for no reason – our daughter was torn into small pieces of the flesh. If he was cursed, this synding! Fortunately, this savage was seized and thrown into jail! – the father of the deceased answered with a sorrot and, together with their wife, they continued the burial ceremony.

Here you have, a calm city, and maniacs pace inside. From this day I will carry a dagger with me, once for a time. A little shocked by this event, I returned to my room, had dinner and prepared for bed. Tomorrow I wanted to go to the lake, and this is the whole day of the way. You need to sleep well and move on the way.

And again the day was surprisingly sunny. Good time to travel. I took with me a steel dagger, a sword that poured up yesterday, a little provisions, a map and bottles with potions. Wearing a hiking, leather armor and gloves with a hat, I stepped over the city gates.