51 Falkreath
Making my way down to the stables outside of Whiterun, I glanced up at the Nord carriage driver Bjorlam, asking "How much for a ride to Falkreath?"
I could walk, of course, but considering it takes an hour and a half, two hours to reach Riverwood...
Well, I wanted to get to Falkreath soon, and buying a horse was out of the question; I had nowhere to house the thing, and I wasn't in the mood to care for a horse just yet.
Glancing down at me, the man took a piece of wheat from his lips and said "Falkreath?"
Looking up at the clouds, he nodded his head before saying "100 Septims should be about right; no rains coming today, and we still got some sun."
Taking out the pouch, I handed him the required amount, watching as he swiftly counted the Septims with his eyes.
"Alright; hop on. It'll be around three hours to get there..."
Jumping into the carriage, I leaned against the wood and sighed, staring up at the clouds that floated gently in the sky.
Feeling the carriage start moving, I glanced over my shoulder towards Whiterun, taking in the large stone walls that slowly grew distant.
Sighing again, I closed my eyes and sorted through my inventory, taking stock of what I had and what I might need.
With a whole new land to explore, I was hoping that my quest to become Thane would involve a large bandit camp that I could transfer to my numerous empty Soul Gems, so that I might start expanding my Realm of Revelry...
Of course, any soul would do at this point; I wanted to get the basics so that I could create my own home filled with everything that I could possibly need...
After sorting through everything, I started reviewing what I knew of Falkreath Hold.
It was home to the Dark Brotherhood, which could either be good or bad.
I didn't plan on getting entangled with them just yet, but I wasn't exactly the one to choose whether or not that happens...
Besides them, there is really little in the Hold of interest; a few Forsworn Encampments, abandoned Nordic Ruins, crumbling Forts, bandit camps, animal dens...
Hells, even a Dragon's Nest was here; Ancients Ascent.
However, nothing of true importance resided inside this Hold; I mean, you can count Helgen as being inside Falkreath, but it barely is.
Though, that does mean I need to butter up the Jarl and the other Thanes, as well as the current Jarl, Jarl Siddgeir's, Steward.
The High Elf Nenya was the Steward of the previous Jarl as well, meaning she has experienced and knowledge of the Hold.
Pursing my lips, a small smile sprouted on my lips as a plan came to mind...
Why not replace Siddgeir with my own Jarl?
One addicted to me, perhaps?
I could attempt to seduce Siddgeir; in fact, I still might, but the man wasn't particularly useful.
However, Nenya would be; if I put her on the throne, she would be a valuable asset in taking Helgen as mine.
I could make her appoint me as the Lord of Helgen, before eventually separating myself from Falkreath completely, creating my own Hold.
Though, in order to do so, I would need to find allies of my own; the first of whom that came to mind was Maven Black-Briar.
However, that was further down the road; I needed to focus on this stretch first.
Nenya had been the Steward for a long time, so I needed to figure out a way to get the woman in my bed, before demonstrating my prowess to her.
If it needed multiple attempts, so be it.
Having a Jarl in my pocket would be useful, which made me more determined to conquer the High Elf woman.
Besides, the idea of having such an important person slave to my cock was rather arousing...
Smirking, I opened my eyes and took in the lush green forest around us, inhaling the scent of the woods and moss that made up Falkreath Hold.
When we got to Falkreath, I would need to start finding somewhere to stay...
If I recall, the Inn was run by an Imperial Bartender and her Nord Servant, who also seemed to enjoy good looking people, which the Dragonborn was considered.
And now...
My smirk widened; I guess I had a bed in mind then...
Ah, I wasn't even their and I already knew of multiple women to bed, and I had no doubt that I could find a few men to satisfy any remaining urges...
A slight chuckle escaped my lips, and I returned my gaze to the sky, anticipating the adventures to come.
The remaining time passed quickly, and we eventually reached the large wooden gates of Falkreath, the various green garbed Guards idling on the walls, their posture lazy.
One walked up to the carriage, looking towards me.
"What brings you to Falkreath traveller?"
Grinning at the buff man, I got down from the carriage and stretched, enjoying the feeling of his eyes on my body.
[Male Nord, 24, Level 12]
Gazing around the walls, I noticed that they all were around Level 10-18, and that even the higher leveled Guards were lazy.
"Nothing much; wanted the warmer weather, heard that there was a position open for Thane? Thought I'd try my hand at that."
Chuckling, the Guard nodded, walking beside me as we entered the city.
"Aye, we've many positions open for Thane; thing is, people who aspire for titles move away, towards... harsher lands, to test their mettle. Few stay. Why do you want it, if you don't mind?"
Patting my axe, I chuckled as I said "Well, gotta start somewhere, and I wanted some good land for a house; Falkreath might be calm and low reward, but I've my eyes set on raising a family. That peace is what I would want."
"Yeah... I used to work over at Markarth, but my wife was adamant that we needed to move away from the Forsworn; told me I could kiss her and my son goodbye if I dared to stay. Fierce woman, but damn smart; smarter than me, and Divines bless her for that..."
Grinning smugly at him, I said "Women tend to have a knack for that sorta thing, especially with their child on the line."
He nodded, before offering me his hand.
"Well, I have to get back to my post; it was nice meeting you traveler."
Clasping his wrist, I shook his arm in the 'traditional warrior' way that I had seen in Jorrvaskr, making him chuckle again.
"Nice to meet you too."
Nodding to him, I watched as he walked leisurely away, and I turned to take in the calm, quiet streets of Falkreath.
Citizens moved about without a care in the world, chuckling and grinning at one another as they chatted, while the Guards watched over with an equal lack of fucks to give, some even sipping on tankards as they lounged on the walls.
Yeah...
Grinning, I approached the Jarl's Longhouse, my mind whirling.
This is going to be a fun City.
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Change one; make em hippies.
I mean, they already kinda are; literally nothing happens in Falkreath, so why wouldn't they just be... chill?
Though, remember, they have a fucking HUGE graveyard...
So keep that in mind, I guess.
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