Skyrim: Forging of Two Blades (COMPLETE)

To The College

On my journey to where ever I was going, I had decided to not take the carriage. I wanted to walk, to see if I saw what I was looking for. Since I didn't find any information on my father when I was at Whiterun I didn't think I should linger there anymore. I walked for a while, all by myself. One thing that I have never noticed while living in Riften and in Whiterun is, how beautiful Skyrim is.

In the day time, you can see all the wonderful colours. The trees in time of Hearthfire begin to become multiple colours. There are orange leaves, red, yellow, a yellow green, and later on brown. Right now it is, I believe Turdas, the fifth day of the week, and the leaves are already turning red. A little early, for them to turn.

Night was beginning to fall. I looked for a place to set my fur tent up and fire. I found a spot, hidden from the road, but it was near a cave. Hopefully what ever is in there stays there. I put my tent under the large boulder and into the little pit under it. After struggling to put up my tent I had set up my fire. It was difficult to get it started, but I proved successful. The fire started crackling. I saw the ashes float up. I got out a few of my items I brought in my bag. My Skyforge Steel Dagger, my journal, and my bow with my steel arrows.

While I was warming up a rabbit hopped by, I killed it and had cooked it. That was a good rabbit I thought to myself, I prayed for the rabbit's soul to go to Hircine's....dinner table. I updated my journal. What I have my journal for is to write down anything that I might want to remember. Like helping people that have made quite a name around Tamriel. Or when I join an important group, the Companions and the Thieves Guild. All these things will one day become a very great tale or song some day.

I woke up the next morning, right before dawn. I packed up my tent and bedroll, the fire was now a circle of rocks with ash in the middle. I continued down the path. A few times I was confronted by wolves. I killed them and skinned them, these furs could get some gold or warm me up. Though I think I'd make more money on the elks I had killed. Their pelts would make good money, their meat would make great venison chops, and their antlers would be for later investigations.

I had passed by a bandit camp, they nearly saw me, though I think I could've taken them down. My armour started getting a little weak and rusty, I was getting hungry, my mead was getting low. Luckily I ran into a little town, in Eastmarch. I went up to the owner of an Inn. I asked if I could refill my bottle of mead, and bought some cooking ingredients for my venison. And got some gold back after selling my furs. I like this business, of hunting and selling. I sat down and had a meal of venison and mead. I met an elf, high elf by the looks of it. We started talking, I didn't like him, he was very snobby. Eventually we got into a religious argument.

"Yeah," I yelled at him," you don't think us nords could be a divine?!"

"Yes I do," he shouted at me," do you have a problem with it, snowback?" We broke into a brawl. I through the first punch, straight to the jaw. He spat out a tooth. He kicked me in the shin, I was down on a knee. He grabbed my hair, and started hitting me on the back. I headbutted him in the gut, put him in front of my shoulder and slammed him into the wall. He was on the floor, I stomped on his legs, then his arm, his torso, his...gentle areas. He pleaded me to stop. I did.

I got him up to his feet, he had apologized, I as well. We had some drinks, shared some laughs. We learned about each other a little more. Apparently there was a college where I could learn magic, here in Skyrim. The College of Winterhold, I think I know where to go now.

"Well, I guess I fancy a bit of magic," I said to him.

"Good, perhaps we could adventure one day." I patted him on the back, and journeyed to Winterhold. Within two days, I had arrived at the Winterhold. It was getting dark, I went into the Inn and rested awhile. The next morning I walked up the path to Winterhold, the bridge was ruined for some reason. I arrived at the giant gate, it was made of weathered steel, and in the middle some eye shaped symbol.

"Hello?" I called. A women, a few inches smaller than me with short brown hair and fair skin came to the gate.

"Hello, who are you?" she asked.

"I am Strofdir, I wish to become a student of the arcane." She introduced herself, she was a master wizard. She showed me around the college.

"This is the Hall of Elements, this is where you will be taught. This hall is where you will be staying, The Hall of Attainment. Until you become more advanced you will stay here, with your fellow class mates. Your more experienced class mates will teach you in the five schools of magic." She lead me into the hall to the right, The Hall of Countenance. I met my peers, my class mates and the Arch-Mage.