Chapter 167: WABBAJACK MY REGRETS III
'Haha! That was fun, but now I need to figure out my next course of action. It will be more fun if I can participate in the Dragonborn's adventure to some degree...he should be popping up soon...' I thought while sitting in the back of a moving wagon.
It has been three months since Solitude experienced a mass prisoner exodus attempt. Through various information brokers and tavern owners, I heard the inside 'scoop' on the matters surrounding the vent and what followed.
Firstly, these natives are not NPCs anymore, they're 'real' people and are not idiots...after reflecting a little, General Tullius put two and two together after interrogating the escapees. He knows someone wanted to create chaos for a distraction, but not who or why.
The most likely hypothesis was put forward around a month after the prison break when many stationed Imperial troop garrisons were attacked and important messengers or spies captured.
Thus, General Tullius deduced that while Solitude was in chaos, someone had infiltrated and obtained information from his office and used the message center to send out an unknown number of tampered letters.
The latter fact was made known two months after the event when the Jarl of Whiterun announced that his hold will now and forever maintain a neutral stance in the war, and all talks of joining the Imperials ceased at once.
Gossip said that the Jarl's eyebrows were noticeably absent when ordering his men to deliver the message.
Now though, it is the three-month mark and I'm currently traveling (incognito-Illusionism) with a kind Khajit caravan heading for Riften to sell some of the less.....legal items they carry. I'm now deciding if I should continue messing around as my interests come and go, or formulate a new overarching goal.
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After another week of travel, and much contemplation, I decided to cancel my plans to go to the face sculptor in Riften to change my identity. Because, in fact, I will be accepting the mask...
'Something like a vigilante....no, a secret organization? Too troublesome and not in line with my plan of leisurely enjoying my newest "Skyrim playthrough".....maybe a hidden master who travels around creating mystery and intrigue?.....potential....'
The plan has kind've come together, and I've decided that leaving the caravan tomorrow once we pass by Ivarstead will be the best bet. My legend will start beneath the Throat of the World.
'But first, I need to send this WABBAJACK back to Shegorath via carrier, I've had fun throughout the journey with it, but my new persona does not need the stigma this stick brings...'
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Ivarstead is a riverside town relatively small in size. Although much larger than its game counterpart, the Ivarstead in the Skyrim world of Ravens Multiverse is still made up of only a hundred or so structures.
One of the biggest of said venues is called the Vilemyr Inn. Although the town has been in decline since the beginning of the Fourth Era due to the local populations all moving to the town of Riften, the Inn still sees large amounts of traffic and tourists even. The Greybeards are honored figures and still receive supplies from the small town to this day...
This town and Inn will welcome a mysterious figure on this day, someone who will be known as a wise and powerful masked man shrouded in layers of mystery. One thing is for certain, the Wiseman knows all and can deduce what is not known.....he is, Sherlock Holmes and the leader of The Foundation.
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