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Ah yes, Scotland, where Mel Gibson fought against the English in 1995.

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Fredas, 22nd of Last Seed

My depravity has reached an all-time high; I have been jailed caused by actions involving the thieves guild and an attempted infiltration of their ranks. My leads involving Sibbi came to a standstill due to the fact that I couldn’t access Riften’s prison. With little influence and even less gold, I’d have to postpone our little chat. It was almost ironic when I was caught picking the lock to a merchants booth and thrown in a cell right across from the Black-Briar heir, and it was frustrating knowing that I couldn’t do much in the way of getting answers from him lest I be gutted by the guards. So I served my time and crawled back to Brynjolf once I was released, and he surprisingly let me join the guild still.

Now I’ve been tasked to extort gold from some of the local shopkeepers, and my conscious wavers at the very thought. But if that’s what it takes to get to the bottom of this, then I’ll gladly sully my hands to clean the city.

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Middas, 20th of Last Seed

It’s worse than I could have ever imagined. I hadn’t contracted some sort of common sickness… Damn them! I was told that you could only catch vampirism through bites, but I was a fool, and now it rots my blood. The sun rejects me like a father would a bastard. At the first instance of it burning my flesh I was sent cowering to shade and was forced to wait for darkness to come over the land. I know not what I did to deserve this, but I can only call the grimy underbelly of the world my home now, and beasts my kin. I’d probably end myself if I didn’t feel an inclination to finish what I’ve started, because what’s happened earlier weighs equally on my mind.

I have been tricked. The bounty claiming the head of bandits was not as it seemed. I was expecting brutes of men who did nothing less of pillaging and killing, but got brave warriors who simply wished to guard the lands. I only realized this when I had my blade to the neck of their leader who then begged for his life. He didn’t put up a fight. He had family he was looking after. I’m just glad I figured out what had happened before I ended him. But two innocent men died today by my hand, and I can’t let that go unpunished. Someone in Riften has to pay for this, and I have suspicions on whom it might be.

I had talked to a man in the Bee and Barb this morning about speaking to Sibbi Black-Briar about a horse that was to be purchased. At least now I won’t have to worry about getting too violent during the questioning. Gods be damned if he actually makes it out of that prison cell he currently lives in alive. The Black-Briar’s have gone too far this time; and I won’t stop until justice has been dealt.

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Tirdas, 19th of Last Seed

I was rudely awoken this morning by a strange man who began babbling about my wallet being light and how he could somehow help with that problem. I quickly made it known that I wasn’t interested in what he had to offer and set off to complain to the Inn’s owner about this troubling disturbance. What kind of fool would search a lady’s wallet and wake her upon finding it mostly empty? What putrid scum would then propose “work” to her as if I was some fresh faced babe getting groggy on my first tankard? I am not some common whore! I’ve only been in Riften for one night and it’s already leaving a bad taste in my mouth. Still feeling sick, I might have to dull my senses today with some fresh mead…

I’ve decided to learn a bit about this place and attempt to find a few jobs at the same time. I find it increasingly interesting that the locals all find the head of the Black-Briar family, Maven, to be a corrupt shrew who drowns her brewery workers if they don’t meet her expectations, while the jarl finds her to be a trustworthy ally working tirelessly to dispel crime in Riften. Nothing so far has given way that she actually employs thieves to do her bidding, but I bet if I can find proof, I’ll be paid handsomely by the jarl.

Speaking of, I’ve received a note from the authorities about a bounty in the nearby area. I’ll have to be sure to follow that up once I’m back to full strength. Bandits are small time, but gold is gold.

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Morndas, 18th of Last Seed

I was not as thorough as I should have been in the caves. I assumed that the passage near the rear led back outside. In actuality, it brought me to a spider nest, and more shady villains. Their force was enough to drive me back outside; I would have most likely perished if I had not made a hasty retreat.

The long road was not kind to me, I have fallen ill and find it strenuous to swing my sword. I suspect the city of Riften will have to be my home for a few days while I recover. Although I wonder if my time here will be any smoother than the caves were. When I arrived, I was told by the guard that the south entrance was closed, and that I’d have to go all the way around the city to the north entrance. If that wasn’t enough, the guard there demanded I pay a visitation tax of all things! My mention of “shakedown” was payment enough, and I have half a mind to march up to whoever is in charge and have that man jailed for his actions. I have doubts with how that might pan out; all I’ve heard since arriving is talk that a prominent family called the Black-Briar’s has a supposed thieves guild in their back pocket. Maybe I can find work here, but maybe the work in question will be as dirty as the beggars that litter the streets.

Right now I plan on resting here in my room at the Bee and Barb, even though the sun has yet to set. A good night’s sleep in a warm bed and a hot meal should be enough to ward off this sickness, and if not… well, I am resting above a bar after all.

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Sundas, 17th of Last Seed

My intentions of migrating north to Skyrim seemed rational in my humble opinion. As a bounty hunter for the Empire, the possible riches that could be obtained through the Stormcloak rebellion could be endless. Unfortunately, my expedition came to a rough halt in its consummation at my unjust capture by the very people I served. If I was a less wise woman, I might have assumed that the Empire had intentionally grouped me in with that band of Stormcloak bastards that had been ambushed, but frankly the whole situation seemed as if it was simply a run of bad luck on my part.

I awoke with a throbbing head, bound in the back of a cart with the other rabble, one of which was surprisingly the enemy leader, Ulfric Stormcloak. We were led into a small town where we were to be executed, but something very surprising came about before that, and I know that this may seem upmost insane, but a literal dragon swooped in and started destroying the hamlet. The whole thing was honestly one big blur, and I am very glad I had chosen to eat lightly before I set out this morning. Thankfully, I am alive, and managed to escape, heading down a snowy road leading east to a town called Riften.

Already I am not free of troubles; a robbed caravan with bandits hiding in the bushes blocked the way forward, but my blade made sure to spill their dirty blood. A quick prayer was said to the poor Khajiit merchants that had been slaughtered before I continued on to find sanctuary. With night approaching and the air getting colder by the moment, a cave off to the side of the road felt like my best option… only it appeared to be the den of more bandits. Or so it seemed. As I fought through the cavern I encountered strange beings with red eyes that cast a spell of the same shade that drained me of my energy. They did not prove to be very challenging, and I’ll have to remember to take Darius out to drinks when I get back home for teaching me that spark spell. I can still smell the charred corpses of a few of them.

The only thing more disgusting than that stench is the mutilated, bloody remains that I find littered throughout the place. Worse still, there are no beds here, only coffins. Could this be the home of vampires? The individuals that resided here had all the traits of their kind, so it’s very likely. That, or I’ve stumbled across a cult of cannibals. Either way, they are now dead, and I am free to rest here without worrying about wildlife or the harsh Skyrim winter. It may be unorthodox, but I’ve filled one of the coffins with hay and plan to spend the night encased inside. I shan’t be doing anything more strenuous today; I grow more and more weary with each passing minute.

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So about that shock; about how long should my character be out, and what about after effects?

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My character would most likely get in with a group as soon as possible, considering her desires are just confined to exploring the world. As for the company she keeps, she’d be fine with anyone as long as they aren’t scumbags. I haven’t decided yet, but she may be slightly racist to ghouls; I’m not saying that she’d just kill them on sight, it might be more of an underlying fear due to growing up in a completely human society. Maybe she just doesn’t trust them, but I have a feeling France may have a less intense Tenpenny Tower mindset.

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Got my bangs cut. Absolutely love it.