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SPOILER INFO
This fanfic novel is largely based on the events that occurred in an actual game of Skyrim I played. Therefore, it's inevitably a spoiler.
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4-201-11-24 05:54
The Copper Cask Inn, Darkwater, Eastmarch, Skyrim
Without waiting for the meager village shop to open, we cross the bridge west of the village and head south past the waterfalls and then east. The weather is warm and nice, although there are some clouds. From the west–east highway, we have lovely views to the geysir area far below us in the north.
And here is yet another cute fox. :-)
Being so fond of foxes, how about I start calling myself Foxy Laura instead of that silly "Dragonborn"?
Yeah, I know. The people wouldn't understand.
Yeah, I know. The people wouldn't understand.
At the intersection southwest of Vernim Wood, there's again a massive battle going on. While we sit and watch, Jordis tells me timidly that if I had planned to do anything tonight, I shouldn't postpone my plans just for her birthday party. I tell her not to worry. I will have a number of errands to run in Bitchen and they can celebrate at the inn while I'm busy elsewhere.
I've been having the impression that Jordis is very shy about being in the center of attention. She also dislikes alcohol (or possibly doesn't tolerate it well). So maybe we won't spend the whole evening in Bitchen.
I suddenly realize I have no use for a dozen sets of garbage armor, so there's no point in waiting for this battle to end. I give a sign to the girls to get up, and we move on.
I sell some things in Shor and have a brief chat with my friend Sylgja. On our way south to Bitchen, I won't bother to bypass that fort in the middle of the highway nor fight the bandits. We simply run through, ignoring their excited shouts. They're so clumsy they can't even hit us running.
Having arrived at the Bitchen inn full of people, I announce the happy event. After we've tossed Jordis in the air as is the custom, I invite everyone to a drink at our expense. Then I leave them to their party. I have stuff to deliver to several people. I also report to Anuriel about that dragon we killed on the jarl's orders. Both she and the jarl are very happy, but they don't have any further work for me. It's a little weird. The bartender Keerava has told me the city administration is trying hard to catch skooma dealers. I'd love to participate in it, but what do I have to do to be allowed to?
I go shopping. That's all I can do.
That's a modest but very well stocked Argonian trader down by the canal.
I've heard people wonder why Argonian women have breasts if they're reptiles.
Maybe they lay eggs like reptiles do, but then suckle their hatchlings? I haven't yet dared to ask any Argonians.
I've heard people wonder why Argonian women have breasts if they're reptiles.
Maybe they lay eggs like reptiles do, but then suckle their hatchlings? I haven't yet dared to ask any Argonians.
Then I join the party. Lydia is the only one who looks sad. That's because her period has not yet ended, so she can't go to bed with Maul. But all the other people at the inn are having a great time. Jordis is sitting between two men and is having some difficulties parrying their (so far friendly, even though persistent) physical attention. I ask Jenassa if we should leave. She thinks we'd better, because Jordis is on the verge of getting drunk and doing things she might regret tomorrow.
So I pay the bill, including one more round for everyone, and suggest the folks continue to have a good time without us.
We're generally headed for Riverwood, but I've had dreams of a skooma den somewhere halfway between Bitchen and Ivarsted. We'll try and find it today, since we're going in the direction of Ivarsted anyway. Maybe we'll discover something that'll give me an opening with Jarl Laila.
We run west-northwest through a hilly birch forest under the blue sky. The weather is as delightful as could be. Jordis agrees that this is a better way of celebrating a birthday than getting drunk in a place like Bitchen.
A couple of bears want to play with us, but we're too fast for them. One troll can't be shaken off, though, so we kill him. He has a strange brown color. They're usually white. (Lydia explains me that the ones who are white live in the snowy regions. This "strange" brown is the usual color of forest trolls. All right. Thanks.)
We pass by a Hunter Camp inhabited by two poachers. After some friendly small talk, we move on. Just about halfway betweenˇthe Hunter Camp and the Sarethi Farm, we come across the ruin of a wooden farmhouse familiar to me from my dreams. In front of what used to be the oven sits a woman in a fur dress that leaves her shoulders open almost all the way down to her belly.
If I were a man, I wouldn't head on anywhere anytime soon.
With some effort, I tear my eyes off her adorable chocolate-brown skin and hurry to the trapdoor. This place is called Redwater Den.
[Chocolate is an unimaginably delicious sweet produced in High Rock.]
We descend the ladder to a small room with a wooden door, in front of which stands a rather ugly man with a beard and horns. Upon closer look, the horns are of his helmet. He tells us we'd better behave downstairs or he'll come and teach us manners. Yeah, right. Passing throught the door, we enter a big room divided into niches, in each one of which sits a coughing and completely incommunicative person. That is with the exception of one niche with a woman who doesn't cough. She's dead.
Yeah, the woman near the entrance who sells skooma isn't coughing either.
She looks so tough I don't think she even needs this grating for protection.
"Maybe we should've had your birthday party here?" I say to Jordis. She laughs without bothering to answer.
Past the dealer's booth and the niches is a locked grating-door. Beyond it is a room with some furniture and a wide passage apparently leading into a dungeon. Motioning to my followers to watch my back, I set to work on the lock.
Hearing the lock click, a servant comes running to tell us we're to leave it alone. Unperturbedly, I open the door, the servant attacks my followers and is promptly killed. The dealer realizes she's outmatched and tries to hide, but I kill her too. Somewhat surprised that the tough guy guarding the entrance hasn't rushed down the stairs yet, I sneak up the stairs instead. He stands just where he was before, with his back turned to the open door. Maybe he has consumed some skooma? I kill him with one arrow. Then we put all the customers to death as well. They're such a wretched sight that I have little doubt that they're better off dead.
But I see now how skooma may have a certain allure to it. (That man is dead. See the arrow?)
Having looted all the bodies and stolen what's valuable, we go through that grating-door whose lock I picked. The passage leads to a huge cavern with some guggling and steaming machinery as well as several guards on wooden platforms and walkways. They notice us quickly. In fact, one of them gets dangerously close to me and I'm having real trouble killing him.
So this is what a skooma factory looks like.
(The almost-open eye symbol is indicating that someone somewhere has almost discovered where I am although I'm sneaking.)
(The almost-open eye symbol is indicating that someone somewhere has almost discovered where I am although I'm sneaking.)
We explore the cavern and find, among other things, some beds. It's half past 7 in the evening and I feel extremely tired. I decide to get some sleep before we move on. As I hardly need to tell you, day and night don't matter underground.
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