Fredas, 21st of Last Seed, 4E 201 – Day 5

Well, it’s time to head back to Riverwood and then on to Bleak Falls Barrow.

Just as a I reached the bridge to Riverwood I found a path that, if my map was true, would lead me to Bleak Falls Barrow.

God, that ride up the hill was cold, encountered a few bandits in some kind of outpost but they were no match for me.  At the top of the mountain at the entrance to the Barrow were a number more bandits. I can only guess that inside was going to be swarming with them. Its going to be good exercise.

I can only imagine what this place looked like before it fell to rack and ruin. It must have been a great hall with roaring fires, barrels of mead and great men singing great battle songs.  Now I know it was a temple, but still the vision of the great hall refuses to leave me. The views from up there were staggering, how I wish I could have seen it in the old times.  Instead it’s just a shell of a hall with the inside infested with bandits. How the mighty have fallen. Read more of this post