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Maeara's Journal: Day 42, Of Bandits and Imperials
9 years ago
General
Another contract awaited my return to Windstad Manor, this time a surprisingly distant request for help from the Jarl of Whiterun. I had been to Whiterun once or twice before, when I was younger, but hadn't made the journey since my adventure had begun. Evidently there were bandits raiding trade caravans and causing trouble out of an old ruined tomb going by the name of Silent Moons Camp. More than that, they had evidently taken to forging unique blades using an ancient Lunar Forge, giving them steel that burned in the moonlight. The reward was a fair bit of coin, and an in with the Jarl's court...It sounded intriguing, so here I am, camped out just north of their hideaway. It's not too bad of a spot, up in the frosty crags and snowy wilderness overlooking the Hold below. I was surprised to find myself sharing territory, to a degree, with a small contingent of Imperials; a scouting band, if I had to guess. So far we've given each other a wide margin, and I'd prefer to keep it that way.
As it stands, I've counted five bandits below that I can see, and from the sound of it at least two more working the Lunar Forge. I know from the missive left at my home that their numbers may be as great as fifteen...Not too many to handle, if I play my cards right. The real trick will be to wait for nightfall and make the most of the advantage provided by the reduced visibility. It's to be a full moon, though. That might make it difficult to sneak too close to them before having to engage, but it will still provide a measure of cover until things go loud.
I'll douse my fire soon and wait for the sun to finish slipping behind the mountains. I hear the Imperial Scouts nearby, speaking to each other and discussing their plans. It seems they're on their way to Solitude, having been on a sojourn to see what the Stormcloak presence near Whiterun was like. I'll not take sides in their fight if I can help it, but at least I can respect the Imperials sometimes. Organized, at the very least.
The hour grows late, though. I'll put the journal away and let the evening come. A little sleep beneath the pines won't do me any harm, and once the moons are rising I can begin the hunt.
As it stands, I've counted five bandits below that I can see, and from the sound of it at least two more working the Lunar Forge. I know from the missive left at my home that their numbers may be as great as fifteen...Not too many to handle, if I play my cards right. The real trick will be to wait for nightfall and make the most of the advantage provided by the reduced visibility. It's to be a full moon, though. That might make it difficult to sneak too close to them before having to engage, but it will still provide a measure of cover until things go loud.
I'll douse my fire soon and wait for the sun to finish slipping behind the mountains. I hear the Imperial Scouts nearby, speaking to each other and discussing their plans. It seems they're on their way to Solitude, having been on a sojourn to see what the Stormcloak presence near Whiterun was like. I'll not take sides in their fight if I can help it, but at least I can respect the Imperials sometimes. Organized, at the very least.
The hour grows late, though. I'll put the journal away and let the evening come. A little sleep beneath the pines won't do me any harm, and once the moons are rising I can begin the hunt.
Moonrise, you say?