My Dunmer Vampire (lv1, using live another life mod) is currently in Riften Jail after trying to kill the witness to the murder of Grelod the Kind and has just pickpocketed the key for his cell.

If you're on the PC, you can always just type 'player.addfac 43599 1' and Forsworn will no longer attack your toon.
As for what my character's doing, she's spent a few days hunting in Whiterun's plains and getting pally with the Khajiit that have set up camp outside the hold's walls. She's trying to work up the courage to propose to Angi, but every time she starts heading up to that shack she loses her nerve and turns around. Hunting calms her, so she's been doing quite a bit of it as she works to get her wits about her. Rather profitable way to deal with stress, innit?

Allek the Breton has discovered that the Savior’s Hide is not a good look for him. It also seems to make the mannequins walk around the basemant of Honeyside when you put it on them. Scared the crap out of me when he walked back inside. The damn thing is stuffed into a wardrobe now.

He stopped back in Riften to pick up Marcurio before heading out to please yet another demanding daedric prince. Jenassa looked hot in the Savior’s Hide, but she spent most of the last dungeon either on her knees or spouting her useless knowledge. At first Allek enjoyed her know-it-all attitude interspersed with bouts of begging for her life, but then it only made him miss Marcurio. So he dumped her safely back at the Huntsman and headed home.

Sadly the next adventure might have to wait. It looks like Mr. Grits is staying home tonight instead of going out with his buddies. It’s raining. I’ve tried to make them sound like a bunch of babies for staying in, but so far it’s not working.

Today was Sundas, so Edric went hunting as he does every weekend. He met a stray dog on his way and had him hunt with him. After a few kills, Edric saw a camp nearby, and thinking it was a hunter's site, decided to see if anyone want to barter. It happened to be a bandits' camp, but nothing Edric and his dog, who he has taken to calling Scamp, couldn't handle. Only a single bandit wass there, standing over the body of a dark elf, freshly slain. Scamp launched himself at the man, felling him quickly. Before Edric could further insepct the situation, a pair of bandits come running down a hillside, one whose arms are charged with shock magic, and the other particularily strong looking bandit wielding a sword and shield combo. Edric immedialtely goes after the magic-user, hoping Scamp can hold off the other bandit long enough for Edric to join in. It only took a few hits of Edric's greatsword to finish the mage, but as he turned around he saw the other bandit slash as Scamp's head, killing the dog. The bandit backed up into a knee-deep river with Edric following. Edric lashed out in a fury of slahes, killing the bandit, the current taking him downstream and off a waterfall. Edric returned to the body of his fallen friend, and showered him in flowers and said goodbye.

After leaving Signus, with direction's to get a scroll, Derik decided he would like a day at home to unwind. Once back in Whiterun Derik spent time working on new potion's and improving his armor. He also spent time cooking up some trail ration's. After taking the carrage to Witerhold and fighting a dragon, Derik and Lydia stayed the night at the Inn. In the morning They headed out for Aftland to get to the place that Signus said the scroll was at. After fighting many Falmer and Dwemer mech's, and making their way back out into open sky Derik and Lydia are heading back to Whiterun to sell their loot and take stock in wht they brought back. Lydia picked up a new suit of Steel plate , armor which Derik has said he will improve for her.

Well, Valdyr is currently relaxing in his newly acquired fortress (the lavish Deus Mons provided by a mod of the same name) sipping a glass of chilled Argonian blood as his subordinates regale him with stories of adventures passed. He spent the bulk of the day organizing a wagon-load of various materials he moved from his previous home in Solitude into their proper order. His next task will likely include expanding his meager collection of ancient Nordic weapons by delving into draugr infested crypts and putting down the not-so-dead inhabitants. Although his new home is quite large it feels far more alive than that comparatively small manor in Solitude thanks to Kharjo, Uthgerd and a Breton mercenary from Riften taking up residence there as well. (Will update after playing a bit more.)

After meraculously killing a frost dragon and using up every potion and poison and tactic imaginable, I realize my character is pretty weak. I plan on going mine diving for materials to get my smithing to 100. Then working on alchemy, I'll be prepared next time I come against a dragon!! >

Having still not killed Alvor (every time I try I get sacked by a dragon like 5 seconds later) Eyes-Of-War spent yesterday getting some Ebony Mail for sacrficing Uthgerd, and made himself a sweet mask out of an execution hood. Also brought back some books that were missing from the college library and currently have The Caller who took them Thralled and following me. Ancano told me (didn't ask me, mind you, told me) to come with him to talk to some dude from the Psijic order. I promptly exited out of conversation, ordered Jenassa to attack him, and walked out into the courtyard to enjoy the snow. Nobody tells Eyes-Of-War to do anything. I'm currently just staring at Winterhold from the kiosk on the roof of the College, and planning my next move.

I Killed a old woman that wanteed to become a Hagraven. Took her staff as reward.
Then went home to markarth relaxing. Thinking about exploring the rift even more

Valtyr Stormblade, my main char and hardcoe Stormcloak supporter, got rid of some troublemakers this week. I really like RPing my ultranationalist Nord.

The first kill was one of "Jarl" Elesif's Thanes. Valtyr, a Thane himself, was able to convince most of the others of Elesif's council about Ulfric Stormcloaks cause, but one still thinks the Imperial fascists have the right to decide who should rule Skyrim, even after Ulfric's glorious victory in Solitude. So Valtyr hired two mercenaries, dessed them up like guards at bribed the guard captain to get them on duty during one of Elesif's pointless audiences. Each of the mercs carried a letter with orders to kill the Jarl, signed by some badnit chief that is not alive anymore. As Elesif told the council to dismiss, the two "guards" attacked her, but Valtyr stepped in and killed them both. "Unfortunately" the other stubborn Thane was killed during this incident and the guards of course try to hunt down this bandit leader after the attack on the Jarl of Solitude. Kill someone next to the Jarl and nobody will care about the victim, Valtyr starts to like politics.

The second kill was not just one person, but the last remaining Imperial camp in Skyrim. Valtyr hired some mercs and attacked the camp near Morthal, no Imperial fascist survived. Of course now the Imperials know that they are not safe anymore in Skyrim and will hopefully leave, since all their soldiers are already dead. This will also allow the Stormcloak resistance to finally sack the Thalmor Embassy.

The target for next week will be he Forsworn, Valtyr has to get rid of all of them. Al hail to the Stormcloak cause!

Jerian is beginning to think that, maybe, Skyrim could be made whole again, with the Legion watching over the nation and guiding it through it's hardships. He didn't like the terms of the White-Gold Concordat any more than Ulfric Stormcloak, but he's no traitor. The Emperor signed it because continuing the war would mean the end of the Empire and the deaths of thousands of it's citizens - signing it ensured peace, albeit a fragile one. Jerian is beginning to see Skyrim as his home, and he's proud to have played a part in unifying it. But the job is far from done.

Today the Legion took the Rift. The Battle of Fort Greenwall was bloody, but the Legion prevailed and the southeastern hold is now firmly in the Empire's grip - and rid of it's corrupt leaders. Oddly enough, during the battle Jerian noticed a few naked soldiers (well, soldiers wearing nothing but loincloths), both Stormcloak and Imperial. It was ... Strange, to say the least.

After reporting to General Tullius, he also payed a visit to Dawnstar, to see how it's new Jarl and her legionnaires were settling in. He could think of no finr candidate for Jarl than Brina Merilis. Next stop, the Winterhold Imperial camp, located just to the east of Dawnstar. Jerian has made it his secret mission to ensure the College of Winterhold survives any battle without so much as a scratch on it's walls. He also hopes he doesn't run into Urag, who's been waiting for his books for quite some time ...

Allek the Breton picked up another daedric artifact. Here’s the longer version, in spoiler tags for scrolling convenience:

Today Derik woke-up with a major hangover. He had gotten in a drinking contest with a guy named Sam, last night? or maybe a couple day's ago. Derik know's he started off in Whiterun as he had just left Lydia at home so he could go get some ale to bring home. Derik woke-up in Markarth in a Temple of Dibella, after cleaning up the mess he had made he apoligised very humbly to the preistess. After a long trip to Rorikstead and back to Whiterun picking up Lydia, who was most unhappy, they headed for Mistvale where Derik had left his soon to be, when they got there, Derik was none to happy with his wife-to-be, and they got in a fight that ended in her death. After telling Lydia if she breathed a word to anyone he'd set a Gaint on her trail, they went back to Whiterun. Derik gave the Ring back to Ysolda and she then mentioned a place that he might want to go. Derik and Lydia are planning on staying in Whiterun overnight and then heading out to find Sam.

I've started a new Roleplay about a Dunmer called Dante Vakarian. He's a politician in Solitude on one side, but on the other side he's a cold hearted killer and member of the DB.

Eastmarch Camp was next on the list after Tolvald's.
She came upon them by night and and all the imperial soldiers went to meet their maker...
...All except their leader, who was left with an arrow in his ass, just so he would have something to remember a certain young female Bosmer by...

From there Niamh has moved onto Mistmarch.

The newly-promoted Legate Jerian Vautrine just led his troops to a mighty victory at Fort Amol. The Legion is now right on Ulfric's doorstep - they control a fort in Ulfric's own hold and are preparing to march on his city. All hail the Empire!

He's decided that, if he makes it out of Windhelm alive, he's going to return to the College and finally track down those books for Urag. He feels somewhat guilty - the entire College is depending on him to retrieve those books, and unravel the mystery of Saarthal's orb.

1.) "Drizzt Do'Urden" (Dark Elf -of course!) is taking time off after defeating Alduin and becoming the leader of the DB and the TG. He and Lydia are off on some light dungeon diving.

2.) "Sinthoras of the Underdark" (Dark Elf) is Thane of Riften and honing his archery skills while he and Iona ruthlessly kill every Thalmor that crosses their path.

3.) "Zakk Wylde-Bear" (Nord) is honing his two-handed and archery skills (with help from Faendal)by killing Thalmor, because he can't help himself, and stockpiling gold to buy his own place.

4.) "Sadjia" (Redguard-female) just destroyed the DB and is "rockin'" the DB armor with Nazir's red Alik'r headgear, so she's trying to level up her light armor skill (previously wore Heavy Armor) because she's a dual-wielder (no shield in inventory) while completing the Companion's and Main Questlines.

5.) "Angus Gallowglass" (Breton)is simultaneously completing the DB and TG quests and is seriously considering killing Bolund in Falkreath because he's such a horses [censored].

Well.. Last night, I was with my horse, Pestilence, riding up to Shearpoint to fight the Dragon.

Needless to say, kicked it's ass, got another soul for my collection, and noticed the 'word wall' that teaches me throw voice.

As I approach it, a weird floating thing called a 'Krosis' comes out, and starts kicking MY ass. Needless to say, I FUS'd it a few times, while attempting to escape, but my horse, pestilence felt like a hero, fought it solo, and died.

As I look back at the Krosis fire-bolting my horses dead body, I turn around to a Giant in my face, and die. Thankfully, my autosave set me back before I discovered Shearpoint, so Pestilence's sacrifice wasn't in vain!

Got bored with 2 handed fighting.

So made a female argonian sword and shield warrior, conjorer and illussionist.

She is called Zrievereillia(Savage Skies), likes weapons and shields and conjoring and illussian magic. She wears light armour.
She is green with yellow face markings, blonde hair, with red warpaint, purple eyeshadow, and red lipstick.

Kaitraickh will do the oblivion walker trophy then be deleted not long after, probabely.

I don't think I can bring myself to side with the stormcloaks, however curious I am. They're just too stupid and nasty. I see no reason why anyone would side with them, they benefit only nords. I see no reason why a nord would side with them, the leaders a idiot.

Finally wrapped up my exploration/do everything of Winterhold and Eastmarch. Gonna start on Markarth/The Reach and maybe even Falkreath tonight. Markarth's pretty rad so I'm excited about that.

This week Derik and Lydia, Talked with the Jarl of Whiterun about about catching a Dragon. He also had to talk to the Greybeards, Ulfric and General Tullis. It was a long hard trek that lasted about a week, Derik wishes that Lydia would ride a horse, but for some reason she very stubbornly refuses. He know's the trip would have been alot quicker if she would just ride.

The Legion took Windhelm today, and Jerian was given the honor of slaughtering Ulfric Stormcloak, the traitor himself, as he hid in his Palace. The battle was long and hard, and much blood was shed ... Jerian is glad that the war is over.

After the battle, he made a point of returning to each of the cities he freed from the Stormcloaks, to check how their new governments were going. He is now making his way back to Winterhold, to finally resume his studies at the College. It so happens that this is the one liberated city he has yet to visit!

I just did the Unrelenting Force shout on the Jarl Balgruuf. I think they're mad at me.

I'll BRB.

Earlier today, I escaped Cidhna Mine with the Forsworn. Not because my Dar'ja necessarily agrees with their ideals, but because the Silver-Bloods came off as too cocky for her to terribly like.

Once we got outside the ruins with our Forsworn gear and such, I had an epiphany. I could use one of those Master Illusion spells I just picked up and it'd look neat! And hey, may as well use Storm Call because it's 3 AM so any collateral damage will be minimal. So I waited for Maundanach and Thonar to finish jawing, all the while beginning to cast Mayhem and waiting for the right time. Quest completed, target acquired, HERE WE GO.

Mayhem caused everyone around my kitty lady to turn mad, as expected. Storm Call knocked them off their feet as the heavens roared and tore the clear night sky asunder, striking out with unbridled fury at any and everything in front of me. It was a mass of rabid violence and fiery justice on the other end of my Thu'um. When the dust had cleared, all of the Forsworn, Thonvar, and his guards were dead, either as a result of my daggers in their faces/stomachs/throats, their own crazed fighting, or the lightning that struck out wherever they stepped. The rain began to subside as I looted their bodies and went to get a room at the inn, still in my Forsworn gear, feeling pretty darned confident that neither side of that stupid squabble took advantage of my Dar'ja and that it makes her look like a total bamf to everyone else in The Reach. Also, juuust the right amount of fear/respect from the Jarl to make ends meet.

I've played Skyrim almost three times through and I'm extremely hard pressed to think of anything anywhere near as satisfying as how that quest ended up for me.

Telina's Diary:

Tirdas - 25 - Last Seed

It has been a busy day. Me and Uthgerd set off early to clear the ruins just west of Whiterun, alas I
have forgotten the name. It was infested with common bandits, who, like their counterparts, were easy
to exterminate. There was no exceptional fight, or any interesting loot, but we did come across a
strange old women who resfused to leave after I had killed the Fort's inhabitants. I left her to her own
little world.

As we left the fort, I pondered about Whiterun and decided that we should head further South-West, to find
more game to hunt and more caves to explore. At first Uthgerd was histant. She said that the only
civilized place there was Falkreath, and it was well known for its large graveyard. I pressed the issue
whilst we sat in the warm heat of the sun, pointing out to her that we had little else to find her.
She retaliated with remarks about heading further north, into the hilly areas but I just responded that
it was too far, and whilst we could set up camp we'd quickly become flooded with gear and treasure.

In the end I won, by stating that better battles were to be had in the wilderness surrounding Falkreath
and so we headed that way. We encounted little trafic on the roads, apart from a Pilgrim heading to
Whiterun to visit the tree I healed. I didn't tell her my part in it, but I smiled to myself after she had
left.

When we had neared the Hold, we came across a wounded man who, along with two other companions, had became
caught in a bad fight with 3 spriggans after chasing a bear into a cave. I gave him some of my healing
potions then decided, along with him, to avenge his fallen friends. We succeeded and he pointed me in the
direction of Falkreath. I later met up with him in the Falkreath Inn, and we exchanged greetings.

Other then that, not much else. I got a feel for the Hold. It's small, and well known due to its large
graveyard, which everyone in town keeps going on about. Not much news other then that, apart from a
man who is apparently a werewolf that killed a 10 year old girl because of a cursed ring that he has
that was cursed by the Deadric lord Hircine, lord of the Hunt. But that's for tommorow. I am too tired
to consider the moral implications of serving a deadric prince at the moment. I will take a rest in this
gloomy Inn, and sleep my worrys away. Today has been a long, but fun day and I look forward to tommorow.
I think I will explore the areas nearby and ponder upon the Werewolf locked in the Prison. He isn't going
anywhere, that's for certain.