Thread: Adventures in Skyrim (Grave and Nico)

Gold-Heart sat in the dining room and waited for a few hours, although it felt like an eternity. Proventus approached him and finally let him know that his house was complete and that he could move in at any time. Gold-Heart smiled and took the key and the deed from him before hustling out of the castle. He made his way to the Plains District and entered the first home in this land that he could truly call his own. As he gazed upon the interior, his heart did a backflip of joy. The house was beautifully furnished and had all of the amenities, including his own bed on the second floor! Gold-Heart marveled at everything within the home, continuously having to remind himself that it was all his. He placed the deed in a nice drawer and sat at the table. This was a fitting base of operations, and he wanted to fill the chest upstairs at the foot of his bed with relics and loot. The time had come to begin his adventure, and what better place to visit first than the blacksmith shop next door? He left his house and went next door to Warmaiden's, as the place was called. Standing behind the counter was a burly man with a black bushy beard and a giant axe strapped to his back. Hail, friend, and welcome to Warmaiden's. Don't let the name fool you, we got plenty of steel for fightin' men. Gold-Heart approached the counter and marveled at a nicely crafted steel sword sitting on the counter. I would like to get myself a full suit of Iron Armor, and an Iron Shield. Very well. Let's go in the back and get you fitted. Gold-Heart followed the man, who said his name was Ulfberth War-Bear, into the back room. He was measured at the waist, shoulders, and full-body for his height. He was then helped into a suit of Iron Armor with a hole in the back for his tail. He strapped on his shield and placed his Imperial Sword in a nice new scabbard. How's that feel? Elliot moved around a bit, and though it was more difficult than before, he thought he could manage. Different, but that's because I'm not used to wearing heavy armor. We wear mostly leather and scaled armor in Black Marsh. Well, that's some of the finest Iron in Skyrim that you're wearing. It may not be fancy like Elven Armor, but it should protect you well enough. How much do I owe? For the whole thing, 3200 Septims. Gold-Heart felt his spirits sink a bit. That was all of his money down to the last Septim. He would be broke again, and totally dependent on whatever he could find in his travels to support himself. But this was the path that he had chosen, and if he gave in to doubt now, he would never know what could have been. I have the money. He emptied his coin purse onto the counter, and Ulfberth bagged it up and placed it under the counter. Pleasure doing business with you. Gold-Heart nodded and left the store. He exited the gates and saw a horse and carriage waiting near the gates. Excuse me, sir. Is it possible to hire your carriage? Of course, the man answered with a smile. How much? Gold-Heart asked, knowing that any amount was too much for him to pay. My services are free to all residents of Whiterun. Gold-Heart was taken aback. But, how do you support yourself, then? The Jarl pays me a salary of 1000 Septims a month. It pays me expenses and puts food on me table, so I'm just fine with the arrangement. Gold-Heart nodded. Can you take me to Solitude? He had always wanted to see the famed Imperial capital of Skyrim. Of course. Climb in the back and I'll have you there before you know it. I've been to the capital more times than I can count. Gold-Heart went around and climbed in the back, sitting on one of the benches. The carriage started moving along the cobblestone streets. So, what do you do if a bandit attacks? I don't carry any money, so the bandits don't bother to stop me. Besides, I work for the Jarl, and messing with me would get them more trouble that it would be worth. Gold-Heart admired the man's toughness and certainty in himself, and thought that he would like to be a man like that someday.