The Dragonborn Legacy: Chapter 1
(Last Seed, 17th, 4E 201) Arriving In Solitude
I arrived in Solitude today on board the Red Wave, weary and ready to have my feet back on solid ground. We Bretons may be a hardy lot, but that many days at sea with a crew of hygiene-challenged pirates would be trying for any traveler. Thankfully, the journey was long, but mostly uneventful, as I told my friend Auryen Morrellus on arriving at his museum in the city. I forbore to mention the loss of my baggage, which the ship’s captian Safia declared must accidentally have been permanently misplaced. After all, one can expect no less from a roach of the sea such as her.
I’m only lucky they honored their word to deliver me safely, and that likely only because I am cousin to one of the crew mates, Sabine Nytte. She was truthful that the passage would be cheap in gold, and she would keep me safe, but she seemed quite cheerful in telling me my belongings must have been ‘lost at sea’ or somehow never made it onto the ship. Needless to say, my mother was right in saying that one should only trust that side of the family so far…
Thus, I am left as a new resident to Skyrim with only the clothes on my back, a few serviceable weapons, and the contents of a small rug-sack I’d kept in my cabin on board ship. As Aureyn has spent all his gold on building his exhibits for the museum, other than the small retainer he sent me, it looks like I shall be needing to find some side work to replace my gear before I embark on hunting relics for the gallery.
Let me just say that it is not the most auspicious beginning to one’s new life when one arrives at their new home only to immediately be witness to a bloody execution. When I walked through the gates of Solitude, some poor bloke was in the midst of having his head removed on the block. I tried to question some of the locals in attendance as to what had transpired, but was largely ignored. The gist of it seemed to be that someone named Ulfric killed High King Torygg of Skyrim and the condemned man, Rogvir I believe, had allowed him to escape the city.
I admit that I have not been much of a student of politics, as my head has been buried more in the past than the present, but that was rather startling news. This must have happened during my voyage, or I’m sure I would have heard of it before, considering the implications of what may happen with Skyrim bereft of a High King. Especially since rumors of a strong rebellion in the province had already been floating about.
This Ulfric, who I believe is the Jarl of one of the cities here, may become a rallying point for that rebellion to catch fire, which could erupt into a full civil war. What a lovely time to decide to relocate to the capital here. But alas, I was terribly bored at the university. I doubt that, at least, will be an issue in my new life here in Skyrim.
After touring the museum and finding out the particulars of my new position as Relic Hunter, I was delighted to find the housing promised is more than adequate. In fact, it is downright luxurious. Aureyn may not be paying me much for my duties as a Relic Hunter for the museum, but he certainly did not stint on the accommodations. Although there is much to love about my new home, I believe my favorite aspect is the delightful hot springs located so conveniently just outside of the bedroom. I might just be in heaven! Or as close as one can get to in this place. I imagine I will be spending a lot of time in these healing waters, soothing bruised flesh and exhausted muscles. If all goes well, of course.
After washing the stink of pirates and too many days of sea off my tired body, I was more than ready for a good meal and a long rest. However, the day was still a bit early and Aureyn not yet free to sit down for supper as yet. He begged me to give him a few more hours as he was in the midst of a copying a delicate manuscript and wanted to finish while he still had daylight in the windows for easier transcription.
I took the opportunity to run down to the local clothing and food merchants and stock up on a few basic items I was lacking, thanks to a certain pirate crew likely absconding with my ‘missing’ belongings. Thankfully, I had enough coin to procure most of what I wanted, although I will say the proprietor of Radiant Rainment, an Altmer named Endarie, is a piece of work. That elf needs a serious attitude readjustment.
I also stopped in at the local tavern, The Winking Skeever, to inquire about any possible work in the area, as innkeepers and barkeeps notoriously know everything going on in the city and nearby area. I secured a few leads, which I will begin pursuing tomorrow. Despite his rather unpleasant name, Corpulus Vinius, the establishment’s owner was quite helpful.
His son, Sorex Vinius, also gave me a few gold to deliver a package to the Blue Palace in the morning, as apparently the lazy lout is just ‘too busy’ to do it himself. I sneaked a peek and it looks to be a delivery of highly delicious Stros M’Kai rum. Perhaps it is not very polite of me, but it was a long voyage, so I think I might just need to keep a nip of this delightful beverage for myself. I doubt a tiny bit taken off the top and a little standard rum mixed in will be noticed. Especially since I’m quite an expert at repairing wax seals, after all.
While at the tavern, I met and spoke with quite a few interesting patrons. Several of the crew of the Red Wave were present, and all of them seemed very smug in bidding me a pleasant night. There was also a very interesting young lady by the name of Fironet, who hopes to become a student at the Bard’s College here in Solitude. She had quite a sad story and a lovely voice, I hope she will succeed.
I am actually inspired to perhaps see if I might take some training there myself, as I have a fair singing voice and play the lute reasonably well. It would give me access to the college’s archives, in which any number of clues might be found to locate relics and treasures in Skyrim. After all, if you want to know anything about anything, you’ll probably find a mention in some bard’s lyrics somewhere. They are like rats, crawling around in every corner of the world picking up gossip and rumor like tasty bits of fallen cheese.
Well, that is enough for this evening, as I am exhausted and feeling the somnolent effects of a good, hot meal and a bit of somewhat unethically procured rum. Time to be off to bed for a long rest before facing whatever tomorrow may bring.
Watch highlights from Sorcha’s first day in Skyrim below.