Day 5 – Travel to Bravil

I wake up in the Two Sisters Lodge in Skingrad.  Pretty nice room that they have.

I head downstairs to the bar.  Mog gra-Mogkakh is downstairs, dutifully manning her station as barkeep.  I grab a stool next to her, drink a couple ales, and tell her of my life stories.  Doesn’t seem like she’s listening very intently, because after a couple minutes she says again “How are you?”.

I eat my bread, finish off my last beer, and leave the tavern.  I’m a little mad that no one seems to understand me.  I walk down the road towards the north side of town.  Soon I’m confronted by a strange little wood elf.

Um, how about no.  This guy looks a little sleazy.  And no way I’m going with him behind the Great Chapel.  At midnight.  Where no one can see us.  I have a feeling that he’s either going to rape me or kill me, and I don’t want either of those things.  I continue past him until I spot the Great Chapel.

Damn.  That’s a tall building.  It towers over all the two-story buildings in town.  I need to get my Yellow Tick disease cured.  It’s quite itchy and for the most part unpleasant.  I head inside the Chapel and see the father flirting with some whore inside.

It’s pretty nice in here, but a little dark and eerie.  Well, I walk up to the big circular dish in the front.  I stand next to it and touch it.  In my mind I receive a message saying “Rejoice!  Through faith, your afflictions are banished!”.  Wow, that was simple and easy.  I don’t believe the bullcrap about faith curing my yellow tick.  I bet there’s a wizard or something inside that huge circle that cures anyone’s diseases that walks bye.  I sit in one of the seats and stare blankly ahead, as if I am actually praying.  After a minute, I get bored and stand up.  I walk over to the bald guy in the nice clothes and greet him. 

Whoa, excuse me for asking how your day’s been.  Okay, screw you guys, I’m going home.  I leave the Great Chapel for good.  No way I’m going back in there with that stuck up guy.  Well, unless I contract another disease of course.  I walk past a few houses until I see a guy next to a big vat.  I hop the fence and peek inside the big bucket.  Ooh, grapes.

Huh.  Interesting professions.  A grape-grower AND trainer of shields and weapons.  Wow.  Well, I uh, pick flowers and kill wild beasts.  And no offense, but I don’t need the combat training of a guy that grows grapes.  Maybe I’ll come back if I need some advice about starting my own garden or something, but until then, see ya.  I head into the mages guild looking for a mortar and pestle, but nobody is selling anything other than spells in there.  Damn.  I head into the Colovian Traders store across the street to sell my goods, I mean wares.  I chat with the guy in there for a bit; he’s fairly friendly.  I buy some fur armor to complete my set from the guy.

Wow, I am so photogenic.  Look at me with my eyes closed…yeah…  I pull out my hammers to repair the damaged bits of my fur armor.  Which is a little confusing, because I would’ve assumed I would need cloth/leather and a needle and thread.  Oh, well.  I repair a couple pieces of armor before the hammer breaks.  I sell all of my uneeded stuff such as the flowers I picked for the past two days.  Oh my gawd.  In total I made 1039 gold from all the stuff I’ve collected.  Holy crap.  Those flowers are worth a lot.  Well, I did have like over 9000 different flowers in my backpack.  Okay, now I feel successful.  I buy some better quality, but more expensive leather armor from the merchant. 

And my eyes are still closed.  I say goodbye to the nice guy and head outside.  To the west I see a big statue with a truckload of flowers around it. 

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After: http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa120/85natrapS/Oblivion%20Blog/Oblivion2008-04-2610-03-53-26.jpg

Hehehe.  Well, its public property, so it’s not morally wrong in my book.  I enter a big house and see that he’s having a party.  I talk to him and ask about buying a house.

Now that I have a little spending change, I want to know how much a typical, but small house is here in Skingrad.  A reasonable question right?  Even after boosting his disposition towards me, he replys with: “Look, I like you, but not enough to tell you that.”  Jeez, what a jerk.  See you later Shum gro-Yarug.  I head into the town’s blacksmith shop to look for a new weapon.  I settle with this beast of a sword. 

I then buy a chainmail helm and some regular clothes from her as well.  Amazing, my eyes are actually open in this picture of me.  I buy a repair hammer from her, and finish repairing the rest of my gear.  I thank her and leave the store.  Oops, I’m still wearing my armor and weilding my weapon.  I have to represent my fellow NPCs out there. 

I look pretty stylish, if I do say so myself.  And of course, I still have my weapon equipped, but not drawn.  Like all the other NPCs.  As if they expect themselves to be assaulted at any moment.  Yeah, right.  I head outside of Skingrad, and talk to the guy sitting on the bench in front of the stables.  I talk to him, and he directs me inside if I want to buy a horse.  I head inside and check out the bookshelves.

I take a couple off the shelf and open them, but don’t read past the first page.  I talk to the woman eating at the table.  I ask her about traveling, and she gives me a list of towns I can take a horse to.  I pay up 36 gold, and before I know it, I’m in Bravil.

That traveling service took a long time.  About six hours total have passed.  It’s about 9:00pm, so I head to the nearest inn for a bed…which happens to be right in front of me.  I stroll inside and talk to the high elf by the bar. 

I head upstairs and view the bed.  http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa120/85natrapS/Oblivion%20Blog/Oblivion2008-05-0315-45-08-62.jpg  A little expensive for what it’s worth, but it isn’t bad.  Although the barkeep was a little deceptive; this is the only inn in Bravil, so technically it’s the best and the worst, depending on how you look at it.  Well, it’s late.  I’m off to bed.  I sleep for eight hours, as usual.