Welcome, wary traveler, to an old adventurer's resting place.

This is were I wrote down the journal of what is intended to be my "last travel" in the distant land of Skyrim. Until the crave for adventure gets the better of me, that is.
On this playthrough I played the role of a man with a troubled past, whose only wish when he first crossed the Pale Pass was, to start anew far from the travails of the world. To live a simple life, one where he could just live off of his own talents.

Things did not play as he wanted, of course.

Willing to roleplay my character to the fullest, I found no better thing to do than writing down whatever happened, adding notes and comments (sometimes I even managed to sound witty and funny) to add those bits of "immersion" the game could not provide - Skyrim was not tailored on my tastes after all, even with the gazillion mods I was able to squeeze in. The result of this mostly useless endeavour is the journal I've decided to publish here.

Be warned: I'm verbose.

Seriously. Paarthurnax will feel laconic once you start reading.