» Thu Jun 07, 2012 6:53 pm Just thought I'd make a mention of events that were not really big or major in the course of things, but somehow... someway... seemed to have an affect on me when they happened... No spoilers, so no worries.
---Was doing a simple adventure in clearing out a certain instance/dungeon and had acquired Lydia from Whiterun (being a newly appointed Thane a while back). Lydia and I had ventured forth together through countless insurgencies, and she had been true to her word to 'Protect me at all costs.' Lydia saved me time and time again, and with only slight begrudgement carried my excessive items so that I might remain free to swiftly move about. I rewarded her by giving her better items such as Dwarven armor or Enchanted weapons... and she dutifully used them to her skilled fighting talent's best abilities. Often times Lydia was a pain in the [censored], as she would sometimes engage in battle when I was attempting more tactful methods or by inadvertently pushing me forward when she came doting from behind- sometimes onto a floor trap. But it was the skill of her bow and blades that made me most fond of her, even her idle mutterings of 'Ow' if I brushed against her trying to pass.
But alas... it was in this simple task, this rather unimportant task... Lydia was killed. Such a non-noble death for what the task required of us. I was even more saddened by the fact that I had to remove her armor and high priced belongings given to her... but I did not wish to simply leave her cold, dead naked form on the ground as it were... but had to in order to get the items back.
It was a long.....long....long.... slooooooow walk I engaged in (being over-encumbered by the amount of weighted items carried)... but I did so.... in memory of Lydia.
---Finally achieved enough gold to procure myself a home. Was so glad to have finally bought a place of my very own, a quaint little loft-like house within the comfortable city of Whiterun. I delighted in my purchase, and received my Decorating Book and key... and whimsically sprinted to my new abode... my Home. I thought of all the wonderful items I could now easily store there if I desired to keep them, some might be of use as Enchanted as they are, while others might be simply for the Personal Collection I would be amassing. As I approached the door of my new Home, deftly unlocked it and entered... awaiting, as the screen went black in transitioning, much like closing my eyes for a surprise. And then..........
I gazed at the empty room..... filled with crates and boxes.... no fire burned in the fire pit, and the room's dank light showed many cobwebs whisping from corners and baseboards. I cast my Magelight into the firepit, in a vain effort to shed some light... as well as a semblance of warmth, but did not succeed. I slowly walked upstairs to the loft area, and saw my bed. Sigh. At least I had something to sleep on in my Home. I noticed a room off to the side, and ventured in as it gave off a soft warm light... and saw another suitable bed with dresser and such.... but- I was aghast! THE BED WAS OWNED! By whom?!? What deception is this?!? What scoundrel was 'owning' this bed in MY Home?!?
I walked solemnly and confused back to the firepit area below. I took the Decorating book out and read.... and sighed with joyous relief. I would be able to secure my own desired comforts... and it would be handled and set up for me. Perhaps this was the rewards for being such a noted and noble citizen of Whiterun. Noble citizen.... 'Hah!;, I laughed.... if they only knew I was a member of the Thieves Guild.
I smiled as I looked forward to acquiring my new decor, and thought of the best ways to obtain more gold.... might have to work some nights... perhaps well into the morning.... Dragons be damned! I will have my Home!
