Day 1

After a rained-on lunch of beef I bought from that stuck up snob at the counts arms before storming out, I contemplate my lot in life:

 Now, off to the outside I go! I wander off hoping for a nice, safe day of scavenging, ingredient picking, and hopefully, somewhere to sleep.

Oddly, I find the latter first, a fine establishment called the Brina Cross Inn. I don't waste time going in yet, as it's not even noon.

Wandering around, I see something moving through the grass ahead of me. I ready my flare spell, and jump out of the tall grass to see....horses?

I leave them be. They look scary, anyways. Further up into the country side, I turn look around the other side, to see not one, but two canines. First, a wolf, which isn't that bad, and then, a guard dog, which most certainly is. I draw my rusty iron dagger and slaughter them both with it, as well as a healthy dose of fireball. (Okay, more like flares, but that doesn't sound nearly as cool.) It isn't until I feel an arrow in my shoulder that I realize the only people who have dogs in Cyrodiil are evil bandits, marauders or vampires.

                                                                       Pictured: OH SHIIII-
I turn around, and sprint as fast as I possibly can back towards the road. By the way, the fastest I can sprint is really, really quick. Who knew being born under the steed could be practical?

By the time I'm back at the road, the bandit lady is still following me, and I realize that this is not the time for running. I must stand my ground. Well...sorta. Backpedaling and flinging flares in her face, then closing and finishing with the dagger is a deadly tactic. She falls to a blow across the chest.

These are tough economic times in Cyrodiil, and Dunmarik is not above looting the corpses of others to meet ends meet. She is apparently a bandit "carrier", and one thing she isn't carrying is worthwhile loot. Just fur armor, an axe, and a dwarven cog. I tried to drop it, but I can't seem to let go of the stupid thing. Whatever.

Classy and stylish. No doubt about it. After going to the Brina Cross Inn, the only people are some well dressed tall chick in blue, and a shorter chick in brown. They didn't want to talk about themselves. Heh, I'm sure they don't even have a point in the game. Anyways, after a quick dinner, I rent my room and take inventory of what I've got. Only 10 gp left from my various ingredient and war axe sales. Tommorow better be productive.

I settle in to bed, and plan for a nice 12 hour sleep.