Monday, January 23, 2012

Skyrim: The Journal of Arcticus/ Introduction to the new a la carte page!

I’ve been playing “The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim” for the past couple of months. Released on November 11, 2011, Skyrim recently won the highly sought after " 2011 Game of the Year” awards from Spike TV, Ars Technica, and multiple other outlets. It is one of the best games I have ever played. If you haven’t heard of Skyrim, go buy it; don’t even think about it! If you are wondering what this game is all about, you can read my review of it here.

There are several races to choose from in Skyrim. My personal favorite race is the Khajiit. It is a race of humanoids that look like tigers. I picked facial features, war paint, eye color, hair style, side burns, facial hair, and many other features, and then picked the color of my Khajiit. I ended up going with a Siberian looking tiger, because they are my favorite tigers. When it came time to pick a name I chose Arcticus. One of the specialties of the Khajiit race is being stealth; which I consider an added bonus, because I really wanted to sneak around Skyrim as a thief. There is something about breaking into peoples houses in a digital world that is fun and exciting; which goes back to “Why we play the games we play.” To kick off our new “a la carte" section I’ve written a short story about my character’s adventures, through his eyes. I hope you enjoy it!


Morndas, The 15th day of Frostfall

Today I made the long journey to Winterhold. I began in Riften where I had just finished restoring the Thieves Guild to it’s former glory. I parted ways with the Guild, and began my journey north to Winterhold. I caught wind that the Jarl and College there had been having troubles getting along. I thought maybe I could help resolve things.

The journey to Winterhold was much longer than I had expected, and more dangerous as well. The occasional wolf or skeever were good practice for my bow and arrow, and ended up being a decent enough meal when I set up camp. The real challenge was the trolls and bears I ran into. I almost got my head taken off by a troll, near Darkwater River, but the most dangerous encounter I had was by a dragon near Dunmeth Pass. Luckily It was a frost dragon, so I didn’t have fire being blown at me, but the frost those dragons produce slows anything down. That Frost Dragon was a tough one, even with my Ebony Bow I had to put about 10 arrows in it to send it back to Oblivion. It was like dancing with a Daedric prince. It’s wings created a downward wind only its kind could produce, and roared louder than any creature I have come in contact with. As my final arrow entered the dragons skull, it fell defeated.
Dragons are magnificent creatures, but anyone or thing that crosses my path or tries to stop me, will get taken down.

Weeks ago when I had arrived in Skyrim, I fought a dragon near Whiterun; after I defeated it, something incredible happened to me. I wouldn’t believe it, had it not happened to myself. The dragon began to wither and burn up in front of me; as it did so its soul entered mine. It was as if a whirlwind had penetrated my very being. One of the soldiers of Whiterun said I was the foretold “Dragon Born”, but I didn’t believe him. Wouldn’t I have known if I were? He went on telling me of the prophecy, and that dragons were back, and that I was the chosen one to destroy some dark dragon named Alduin. I went on my way, focused on getting to Riften to enter the Thieves Guild, thinking nothing of it. It wasn’t until my encounter with this frost dragon that I thought about it again; as its soul entered mine. What could it mean? Am I really the Dragon Born? What matter of madness is this? I couldn’t think about it then; I had to get to Winterhold, and fast.

The frost dragons attack pushed me further west than I wanted, and further into the mountains. After many days of travel, I have arrived in Winterhold, and rented a room at the Frozen Hearth Inn. As I approached the city, I saw a large statue at the top of the mountain. When I asked one of the Winterhold villagers, they told me it was the “Shrine of Azura”. They also told me that a priestess was up by the shrine of Azura on a regular basis, and spoke of visions she received from Azura. I’d like to visit that shrine, but first I must focus on my current quest. Tomorrow, I speak to the Jarl of Windhelm.

I hope you enjoyed my short story of my Skyrim character. I plan on posting the continuation of Arcticus’ story very soon. In the mean time, Gaming Cuisine would like to see your story’s! Head on over to the a la carte page where you can submit your own short story, fan art, or just about anything else. The link provided will take you right where you need to go! I am interested in reading them, and hope that this can become a place for you to submit your game related fan items to be enjoyed by every one! Submissions don’t have to be about Skyrim, but can be about anything related to video games! Just send us an e-mail at gamingcuisine@gmail.com with your submission, and name so we can show who submitted it and we’ll be sure to read them. In the future, we may hold a contest for the best fan art or stories. Awesome prizes will be involve, and imaginations will be blown.

Until next time, keep on gamin' on!

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