Greetings dear reader. I feel as though I have found peace after my encounter with Sheogorath (as I have learned his name is spelt). I cannot say I understand what did or did not happen in that palace, but it is behind me now. I still feel taunted by the unexplainable presence of the Wabbjack, not to mention its... inconsistent use in battle (I have determined that it can either damage, heal, or transform those targeted by it), I cannot deny it’s existence, and I must simply except the truth for what it is, regardless of how illogical it may be.
If only I had reached this conclusion earlier. After writing my entry yesterday, I headed straight for the inn. I wish I could say I walked in a trance, unaware of what I was about to do.
But as I walked to the bar and ordered a bottle of mead, I thought through every movement and every word. I recounted each memory of pain and sadness, dismissing them in favor of the memories of numbness and euphoria. Thank Alkosh moon sugar is not readily available in this province, or I cannot say what I would have done. I left the inn drunk as I’ve ever been.
I wandered Solitude for the next few hours, broken and tired, unable to even walk straight. I stumbled into the Bards College, clumsily pocketing a book on alchemy a friend had asked me to procure. I do not know whether I was somehow unseen or if the staff pitied me too much to say anything.
It was not until I sobered up and left the city that I felt a moment of understanding As I walked out of the gates, I spied a mudcrab advancing on an unaware rabbit down on the shore near the East Empire Trading Company Warehouse. I snuck down and quickly dispatched the wretched thing with an arrow.
I couldn’t help but smile. I reminisced on my adventuring days spent wandering untamed lands, hunting game, fighting monsters and bandits, and sampling the landscape and flora around me. It is not intoxication and euphoria which has been the key to my self-restoration, but exploration in the wild.
This after all is why I am adventuring in Skyrim in the first place. There is so much wonder in this world. Wandering east of the marshes, the sky dark and the stars shining bright, I began to stalk a frost troll stomping across the icy hills. The frost on it’s coat gleamed in the moonlight, inviting me to challenge.
But just as I was preparing to pounce on it, a pack of Ice Wraiths exploded from the ground, launching themselves into the surprised troll. The troll roared as it’s muscles bulged in violent, angry strikes, blood pouring from its wounds, staining the brilliantly white fur.
After the troll had defeated the wraiths, he stood atop the hill, panting heavily, violence and desparation in his eyes. The scene was eerily beautiful in the silent night. I watched him for a moment, then turned and walked away.
Goodnight dear reader. It is cold, and I will find a fire and rest. Skyrim will wait for me til morning.
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