I arrived in Daggerfall, capital of High Rock, sequestered in an old cart that smelled of a carcass left too long in the sun. My first impression of the city: poor roadwork. Yet I did not make a sound, tucked between two large sacks filled with grain and covered in rolls of untanned hides. This was to be the easiest part of my journey.
Yes, I believe that will do nicely as an opening for my first tale from the depths of the wilderness, that vast and unknown swath of land to the far west – High Rock.
Now, it is by no means a backwards place, my dear Mylindra. Far from it. I stepped out of that noisome cart into a grand – no, majestic – city of hewn granite, tall spires and bustling markets, all enveloped by rolling hills of countryside. Night was fast approaching – a soft shroud of deep blue covered the city. I saw depressingly little of it as I was shuttled unceremoniously through grand oak doors capped in bright steel, catching a scant glimpse of intricate stained glass windows tall as a Giant.
Despite a sleepless night and the lingering – persistent – odor, I felt so alive as I entered the Mages Hall! Here I am, in a foreign land, donning the guise of a Mage to bring the Truth of the world to Cyrodil – Mylindra, I know deep in my heart that I have truly found my calling!
Apologies for the excitement, but I cannot convey it through words – this should tell you more than anything the extent of my emotion.
Oh, while I am thinking of it – please do keep these notes to yourself for now. I do not want the others to read of any exploits or headlines until I have written them down properly in format and line. There is just so much to think of right now I can hardly write one word for another ten flowing into my mind…
As I was saying, I am in the Mages Hall in Daggerfall as planned, and already there has been an exciting development! Valaste, my contact here (she is the Master of Incunabula, otherwise known as Tomes), has requested my aid retrieving a few books from an Ayleid Ruin in exchange for her help. Now, normally I would politely refuse. There is so much to be written about this beautiful city in the here and now, the present day – I have no desire to go wandering about an ancient, cobwebbed relic of an Ayleid ruin (Shor’s Bones, you cannot go ten paces without tripping over one in Cyrodil), but she offered to pay me good coin for each book I retrieve.
As you well know, my finances are less than 1,000 gold after paying the exorbitant fee for riding beneath old hides, as well as an unexpected “tip” to the Gatesman. And while one day I promise I shall know how to shoot an arrow, at the moment my greatest skill towards food-procurement is writing an advertisement for it.
So of course I agreed. She seemed pleased – though she is a High Elf with much on her mind, so it was rather difficult to discern any sort of personality. I do, however, trust her due to her elf-blood. She has little reason to lie to me, a trait I wish were not true as she told me the ruins will be “dark and dangerous”. But fear not Mylindra, spellcasting is a family trait so I shall not wander into the depths unarmed. Though I did stop practicing my spells at the age of 11. Perhaps I should purchase a dagger before I go.
My mind wanders to the future – I shall bring us back to the recent present.
After giving me a short tour of the Hall, Valaste showed me to my room and directed me to the wardrobe.
The Mages here in Daggerfall wear more than just the ubiquitous plain robes we see in the Imperial City. Daggefall has a rather dashing outfit with pants – quite ranger-like, I thought – and another with a floor-length robe, much trimming and fancy embroidery. I chose the Ranger outfit, and feel exceedingly spry in it! I may be required to run after a source, or perhaps escape a giant spider in that Ayleid Ruin. As for its efficacy around town, it has a large, deep hood and covers most of my skin. Despite my carrying on about all Races deserving equal treatment, I know this is not the Imperial City. A Dunmer, particularly with the War, will not be well received no matter his involvement in the Mages Guild.
I wish to be anonymous, a mere background figure observing the goings-on and everyday lives of these people so that the world – and you – may know what it is like here, so far from home.
Has Chancellor Tharn approached you yet? I have no doubt he will request – requisition – no, require -your skills once he discovers where I have gone. But you must not let him intimidate you, my dear Mylindra. Though as I write that sentence I realize how silly it sounds – no one can intimidate you.
Regarding that aspect of my trip, I have chosen to publish my works anonymously. The Chancellor may well suspect it is I writing the tales, but there is no need to hand him the proof. You are the only one I have taken into confidence about my whereabouts. The others at ScrollWorks believe I am visiting my sister in Mournhold, as does Lady Derry. I would never have told you, had you not arrived at my home at the precise moment Cleric Talborad was visiting. And even then I would not have told you, except for your duplicitous – though admirable – eavesdropping.
And that brings me to my last update for today’s letter – already there has been mention of MB. Valaste, when I asked about the current goings-on in the city, mentioned a group called the “Ring of Daggers” (a very promising name for a Journal Title!!) led by a woman named Copper. Apparently they are the enforcers of King Emeric and they possibly have a connection to MB – I must remember to follow up on that lead when I return from the Ruin.
Though I pass no judgement without proof, I am still inclined to think good Cleric Talborad may be paranoid. The Chancellor is not a kind nor compassionate man, but involvement with MB is simply mad – and the Chancellor is not a stupid man.
Now then! I must wrap up this letter, dear Mylindra. Already the light dims, and I intend to walk about town before I bed for the night. Then in the morning I shall embark for the ruin, and then ask about for this Copper woman, as well as write a bit about the city life…so much to do already, it is so invigorating!
I do wish you were here with me Mylindra, but am happy you are not. You can bring me news of home. Write soon, and Valaste will see it gets to me.
Your Loving Friend,
5 thoughts on “Tirvril – 01: A Beginning to a Most Exciting Adventure!”
Really enjoying these posts 🙂 Bit jealous of the screenshots though as I am playing it on my trusty Xbox360, so no cool graphic mods 😦 Still a great game nevertheless.
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Thanks!! Actually I’m on the Xbox too, these aren’t even the modded graphics 🙂 It’s ESO, not Skyrim, so maybe that’s why it looks so good!
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Ah that would explain it! Looks great. Haven’t invested in an Xbox One as of yet, still have about 40 digital dl games I haven’t played on my 360, want to finish them before moving on… Dark Souls 3 is really tempting me though!
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