In this installment, I basically get deputized by whoever's around, and go about smackin' some bandits what-for. The law in Skyrim is pretty slap-dash. In a literal sense too; there's a lot of slapping involved. Dashing not so much.
And now, the time I got drunk with a ghost who just wanted his sword back.
Ghostbustin' Old Hroldan Inn.
While running around the width and breadth of Skyrim, I fell upon Old Hroldan Inn; a quaint ale house and rest area for the weary traveller to sit a spell and wet their throat with the finest of Nord mead. Which I bet tastes alright, Nords are kinda weird in how they make alcohol anyways. While I was renting a room there for the night so I could take a load off and get that Rested bonus towards my experience, I was awoken by a G-G-G-G-GHOOOOOOST! Unfortunately I didn't have a great dane as a comedic relief partner, so I just heard the ghost out. "I need my sword! You promised!"
I didn't. But clearly he thinks I'm someone else, and the current owner of the inn would be more than greatful if I busted this ghost. So yeah, sure buddy, sword-hunting time. I'm told that this area that I'm in once witnessed a giant battle a thousand years ago, and many of the current inhabitants (The Forsworn, think militant hippies. I know.) would be living in ruins which might hold the ghost's sword. I went to work.
|The forgot to Aqua'duck't.|
And I mean I'm recycling too! I took all those dragon bones I got from killing dragons, and made armor with it! Basically Forsworn are the Hipsters of Skyrim; they don't care if you like recycling and being a freegan, they were doing it before you when it was still underground. Assholes.
|FIST, MOTHAFUKKA, DO YOU SPEAK IT!?|
Which I did. With my fists. And then I swan-dived off the edge of the aqueduct spigot there, because You don't wanna get mixed up with a guy like me. I'm a loner, Dottie. A rebel.
|The Return of Citizen Sniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiips!|
Following the river, I eventually ended up out of Forsworn territory, which was nice, but now I was halfway to my goal: I just had to trek through this here cave, filled with bandits! Common highwaymen! Honestly, the definition of a "bandit" in Skyrim's pretty vague to begin with. Its pretty much anybody who's poor, and is caked in dirt.
The bandits really didn't have anything against me, and the one that immediately fled their group and ran to me and told me so! She was really nice about it too; told me that if I wanted to go into the cave and crck some skulls, she wouldn't care at all.
Honor amongst thieves, amirite? Imrite.
|"I'm on the Brute Squad!" "You ARE the Brute Squad!"|
|You picked the BEST time to get BODYSLAM'D, buddy.|
|GET OVER HERE! (v°O°)-O~~~~~~~~~~o-->|
|Brute Squad brutality on some peaceful protesting forsworn. Occupy Skyrim.|
I got places to be, and people to punch.
|"Don't mess with me lady; I've been drinking with a ghost."|
That's it for now! Next time, I'll go see what Delphine's up to, and what she wants me to do now, that is probably retarded, even by my skewed standards.
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