Our Skyrim Travels – In Photos
In this travel blog, we follow the adventures of an intrepid explorer journeying across the lands of Skyrim. By means of a magical lens, he captures images of the glorious panoramas and fascinating folk he encounters.
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After my arduous journey through the mountains, I arrived at the first stop on my tour of Skyrim — the pastoral village of Riverwood:
Seeking a better view of the village, I climbed the roof of an old crone’s house as she cured a piece of leather and nodded amicably to the peasants who walked by:
Mingling with the villagers, I met the town simpleton, who had been left to his own devices, drooling on himself as he sat on his bed, staring at a loaf of bread. A gleam caught his eye as he saw me, and he began to speak of dragons with the innocence of a child:
Seeing that there were no adults around to supervise the man and fearing that he would choke on the bread he held, I took measures to ensure his safety:
But beneath Riverwood’s quaint exterior lay a seedy underbelly. First, a filthy, dirt-covered lumberjack prostitute offered to “help me any way she can:”
When I politely spurned her disease-ridden advances, the filthy wench told me to drop dead:
Shaken by the threat, I hurried off and ran into her employee, a racist elf who demeaned my proud, Nordic heritage:
Before I could run into any more axe-wielding psychopaths, I sought refuge at the local inn. But as I wet my whistle, a macabre bard sang me a song whose message was quite clear:
Fleeing the inn, I ran into sorcerous children who sought to molest me after they had skewered their floating devil-dog through a rope:
By that point, I had enough of Riverwood and its diabolical inhabitants. Fearing for my life, I hit the road in the dead of night and followed the signposts to my next destination: Whiterun.