I have been in Skyrim for 2 days! I guess you cannot outrun your past? I had a great start to my day. I had a sensible breakfast, and went on my merry way from Falkreath. Out into the beauty of Skyrim, only to stumble across what I thought was a friendly mining camp. It turns out they are all Orc men, and like Orc men do, they sought to overpower me. I was greeting with ARROWS! ffs. They quickly learned that I wasn’t just a girl in fancy armor.
They really didn’t put up much of a fight. Out of the mess I was able to pull out a decent war hammer. When I investigated the structure there was what seemed to be a treasure room, but after clearing it out and laying waste to the pathetic Orc leader, I was able to get into said room. It was empty, except for some shards of a dagger blade, I felt compelled to grab them, although I do not know what I will do with a broken dagger.
I rested a bit and continued my long walk to Markarth. Along the way I stumbled across a group being attacked by savages. I rushed to their aide. I made swift work of them as they were savage warriors but lacked any form of combat discipline.
The ungrateful bastards then turned on me, and wouldn’t you know it, they were Orc! I feel the Gods are punishing me for what I have done! Either that or delivering up more for me to enact justice upon!
That pathetic look in his eyes knowing that I, a woman, had bested him. I want to rid Tamriel of these cowards, I want to set my people free of their “traditions”, how can I achieve this? Maybe the answers will find me in Markarth.
The World of Dasmius 