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You Can’t Just Plant Cabbages & Hope For The Best
The day began innocently enough: me, a farmer. I planted crops. I surveyed my new property. I even admired the way the fence sort of stood up straight if you squinted.
Then came the harsh truth: someone needs to run the place. A steward, apparently. I considered Janessa. But I’ve seen what happens when I leave her behind — bandits get braver, and I get deader. So the plantation gets to manage itself for now. I’ve got adventuring to do.
Rorikstead Road Trip & Unwanted Job Offers
headed west toward Rorikstead, thinking I might find a decent recruit or just a quiet village to loot — I mean, explore.
That’s when the courier found me. Another letter. This time from the Jarl of Falkreath, who has apparently heard great things about me. Which is wild, considering I’ve never been to Falkreath. Either he’s got spies, or the Skyrim rumor mill is on fire.
The jarl wants to make me his thane. Which I’m sure is perfectly normal and not part of some elaborate trap.
Also in Rorikstead: the Alik’r warriors from Whiterun were waiting to follow up on the Redguard woman situation. They asked me to lure her to the stables. Classic bait job. I agreed because gold.
Quest Cleanup, Sneaky Illnesses & Ambush Season
I polished off the “While the Cat’s Away” questline and handed some newly found armor to Janessa, who continues to be my personal vault and bodyguard.
Then I realized I had ataxia, which explained why I suddenly couldn’t pick locks to save my life. One quick sip of a cure disease potion, and we were back in business. No need for a healer when you carry your pharmacy.
On the road again, things took a turn. First East Empire guards ambushed me. Then bandits showed up, probably thinking I was weak from the first fight. Joke’s on them — I was just angry.
I took a torch off one of the guards. Light is life out here. Especially when you’re a lizard.
Broken Fang Cave: Mistakes Were Made
For reasons even I don’t understand, I went into Broken Fang Cave. It looked vampire-y, smelled vampire-y, and yes — it was vampire-y.
Two of them. One was a master vampire, which seems overkill when the total staff is two. I barely made it out alive, with Janessa doing most of the heavy lifting. I now hate caves even more than I did yesterday.
Also: I lost my horse. Twice. I parked it near the cave, then it vanished. Reappeared later. Skyrim horses operate on pocket dimensions. I refuse to believe otherwise.
Whiterun Wrap-Up & Moral Ambiguity
Back in Whiterun, I sold off excess loot and completed the Redguard woman questline. Yes, I lured someone into a trap. No, I don’t feel great about it. Yes, I took the 500 gold. We all have bills to pay.
That should’ve been the end of the day. It wasn’t
A Red Horse, A New Bond, & Horse Armor
On my way out of town again — this time for Ustengrav and the Horn of Jurgen Windcaller — I got distracted. Again. By a red horse. A wild one.
Naturally, I tamed it. Took it back to Whiterun. Named it Loki, because it’s clearly a chaos beast in horse form. Gave it armor. Declared it mine.
Silent Moons Camp: I Finally Stealth Archer Properly
I made one last attempt to head toward Ustengrav, but Silent Moons Camp was too close to ignore. And finally — finally — I had a stealth archer moment worth writing about. I took down bandits without being spotted. Just arrows in the dark and confused grunts. Beautiful.
Found good loot. Gave it to Janessa. Called it a night.
What Actually Got Done Today
• Planted some vegetables
• Discovered I own a farm I don’t want to manage
• Was scouted for a thaneship I didn’t apply for
• Got ambushed — repeatedly
• Became a vampire hunter (reluctantly)
• Caught a chaos horse named Loki
• Lived the stealth archer dream
• Delayed the Greybeards. Again.
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