Star Gazer
Well-Known Member
Entry 1:
Here I stand in the still-warm ashes of what was once beautiful Helgen; ash still falling from burnt buildings, the bodies of the dead citizens quickly desiccated and looted by the endless swarm of bandits which are native to the surrounding forests. The bandits, now dead, serve the same purpose to the next wave of looters that will inevitably arrive.
The looks on their faces are still fresh in my mind, those horrified citizens and guards with families back home, as they witnessed the dark beast descending on them from the mountains. None of us had ever seen anything like it. The only thing we can do now, I suppose, is move on.
When Skjor convinced me to take on the beast blood, I was wooed with promises of great power. He didn’t mention anything about the restless nights. Sleep, which was once a simple pleasure and charming reprieve from a long day of travel, now eludes me, and my only nightly comfort are the wheeling stars above as the moons crawl across the sky.
Although Skyrim is boiling with chaos, there is a calm order by which our plane operates, and even amongst the chaos, there is stasis.
Here I stand in the still-warm ashes of what was once beautiful Helgen; ash still falling from burnt buildings, the bodies of the dead citizens quickly desiccated and looted by the endless swarm of bandits which are native to the surrounding forests. The bandits, now dead, serve the same purpose to the next wave of looters that will inevitably arrive.
The looks on their faces are still fresh in my mind, those horrified citizens and guards with families back home, as they witnessed the dark beast descending on them from the mountains. None of us had ever seen anything like it. The only thing we can do now, I suppose, is move on.
When Skjor convinced me to take on the beast blood, I was wooed with promises of great power. He didn’t mention anything about the restless nights. Sleep, which was once a simple pleasure and charming reprieve from a long day of travel, now eludes me, and my only nightly comfort are the wheeling stars above as the moons crawl across the sky.
Although Skyrim is boiling with chaos, there is a calm order by which our plane operates, and even amongst the chaos, there is stasis.