Skyrim is never just peaceful, is it?

Chronicles of Fafnir, the Hundred Slayer
My Faithful Guard

It occurs to me that this Chronicle is missing an important entry: Who are my most faithful guard, those that serve their king with loyalty and purpose? I will endeavour to explain we well as I can.

Brook is my faithful Bard, the best in the land. So great, in fact, that Sanguine, the Daedric prince himself, has decided that one day Brook will be his chief Bard. I don’t trust the Daedra, but I trust Brook with my life. It is because of his work that I am know far and wide and the message that we are strong and fierce has passed throughout the lands of Skyrim. People tremble at my approach not only because I am a force to behold, but because Brook has sung my praises so that they may prepare themselves for my coming. I am lost without him.

Orthane the Giant Slayer is my right hand, a Fighter of great power. He is a brutal warrior, and has shown time and time again that he cannot be defeated when he weilds that Katana of his. It is my hope that I never have to fight him, for slaying a master as him will sadden my heart. I expect there are those that feel he could defeat my, but no man can defeat Destiny. Perhaps, once I am King, he will challenge me and I will be forced to dispatch him. It is my wish that this great man will continue to serve the Realm with the passion that he has shown thus far. I shall continue to send challenges his way that will keep him off the path for the throne as long as I can to spare him.

Flaminem is my spiritual advisor, a Shaman of the North. He has been able to harness the power of Talos on several occasions to ensure our victory against the Imperials. Without his guidance, we would have lost many battles and my Throne would be much further off. I lean on him heavily. His ways are very strange, such as this business of claiming the hearts of his enemies, as he claims they give him power if he consumes them. He has shown he has that power, so who am I to complain?

Huster the Unclean is a strange one. He is always there when I need him and has shown he can accomplish tasks without guidance. I understand not his ways and I will eventually teach him the discipline that I expect from those who serve me, but his loyalty is without question in my mind. He a fantastic scout, being able to disappear and reappear with some sort of Magic I cannot understand. Although I have never seen a wizard quite like him, I can only assume that is what he is. I can only expect that once he learns his place, my enemies will tremble before me as he shows them his magical might. I only wish he would bathe more often.

I hope this explains my friends and faithful servants well enough. My journals will tell a better tale over time.

Chronicles of Fafnir, the Guildmaster

The guild is not doing well. I spent the last week during my wait for Huster attending to things and training to my new Lt, Jaris. He is not taking well to the job and I may need to kill him. As most of my men are out on business, I cannot afford to end his life. I will give him one more chance to correct his mistakes or he will face me in the arena. We all know how that will end.

Now, due to Jaris’ incompetence, I have a price on my head and the Thieve’s guild was nearly alerted to his attempts to spy on them against my wishes. He is very bad with numbers, as we made no profit over the last week. I have informed him of the situation and he has assured me he will improve. He has better, as his life depends on it.

On the fourth day of Huster’s absence, two strange messengers arrived at the door. A smallish Holy man of Talos and a eerie priestess of Meridia. They were sent with a letter from the skooma den from the Dog I appointed as its master, which gave me pause. When I read that the pig claimed I owed him money, my tempered was barely reigned in. Luckily, I have a King’s blood running through my veins and I can see a plot when it runs before my eyes.

These two? Sent to deliver a message from a skooma den? Not in a hundred years would he truly believe I would pay him. He would expect that I would descend upon him like a Daedric Prince with my wrath in tow. So, this was a trap, for certain.

Rolled a 3+3=6:
Guarding: 17 of my men were unavailable during the 6 day wait for Huster.
Trade: Unsure
Divine Inspiration:

Rolled a 3+3=6:
Trade: Unsure
Assassination: The Black Brotherhood has a price on my head
Spying: Fera was sent out to spy on the Thieve’s guild, against my wishes.


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