Traveling through The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim

"Stop it! No more fighting!"

Rocker has been dealing with horses for five or six years. The horse in front of him is old and its physical strength is no longer at its peak. It can't even pull such a heavy cart fast on a flat road, let alone uphill. It's useless to kill it. Noel and I moved two large stones to support the wheels, and the horse pulling the cart finally got a break.

"Your horse is no good, try our horse instead."

"Ah! Kind man! You are such a kind man! Cicero thanks you, and his mother will thank you too." The clown danced with joy and kept thanking him.

"What are you pulling? It's so heavy?" Noel frowned and patted the wooden box on the car.

"Oh...oh...that's my mother, ah, her body, she's dead, I want to send her to a new home, uh, a new grave, yes, cemetery."

"Is it in Falkreath? It's on our way." This Cicero is the guardian of the Dark Brotherhood and a powerful assassin. I have to make friends with him.

"That's the Baron's horse!" Riya also jumped out to express her objection. Cicero's voice was shrill and his mental state was obviously abnormal. If I didn't know his identity, I would never want to have anything to do with such a person. I had no choice but to look at my father. Now he is the most senior person in this team and has the final say.

"Help him."

I harnessed the carriage, and some of us pulled it from the front, while others pushed it from the back. Finally, we got the carriage on board. Cicero burst into laughter and dance again. Noel pulled me aside and pointed at his temple. "Are you sure you want to go with this guy? Is there something wrong with him?"

"I think he's a poor man who lost his loved ones. What are you worried about? Sheogorath? You and Ilandur are both professionals. It shouldn't be difficult to check it out, right?"

"It's because neither of us noticed anything wrong that we're worried. We've already pulled his car up, and it's important for us to get on with our journey. It's been so long since the werewolf incident, I'm not sure if we can find any clues."

This time the old man did not speak, and I could not insist on my opinion, but Cicero still thanked me politely and forced a hundred septims on me. The old man and Lucia rode on one horse, and the others walked back. Cicero's old horse walked too slowly, and soon we left him behind and disappeared.

The return trip was much smoother. We traveled early in the morning and slept at night, concentrating on the journey. Dad and Lucia got along very well. The little girl had Cyrodiil blood and loved listening to Dad tell her about the world war. Noel asked me and Riya about the details of the werewolf incident and the past of Skuna. He keenly judged that Sindin's ring was related to the change of Skuna, and thought it was probably the artifact of Hircine, the hunter of the demon race.

I was thinking about the Dark Brotherhood all the way. This assassin organization had a rough fate in the game. It almost suffered a catastrophe, but it eventually left a spark. Assassin-type players will choose to join this organization and eventually complete the feat of assassinating Emperor Titus Mede II. A series of tasks will also bring rich rewards, including several sets of powerful assassin suits, a dagger with the highest damage, a pretty good bow, and an artifact-level scimitar-Wind Blade. Because I play the role of an assassin in the game, I like Cicero when I see him, and I want to use him to get in touch with the Dark Brotherhood. But now that I think about it carefully, with my current identity and strength, it is not easy to join. Moreover, the members of the Dark Brotherhood are a group of killers without political stances. They only care about the orders of Sithis and the Night Mother. It is very disturbing to have such a knife behind my back.

The appearance of Cicero may mean that the Dark Brotherhood is beginning to take the stage, and how to use such a force is a big problem. The Dragonborn in the game participates in all the excitement in Skyrim, but after all, I don’t have the aura of the protagonist, and I am not capable of many things.

As we approached Falkreath, we saw many ragged people coming from the north, walking in groups of three or five, carrying the elderly and children, along the official road to the south. These people had dull eyes and expressionless faces, like zombies, and among them were children of the same age as Lucia. The sudden appearance of such a large number of refugees made me worry about Loristede's situation.

"They are the Reachmen. Markarth recently sent troops to clear out a group of Forsworn strongholds, and the nearby villages suffered as a result. They are heading to Falkreath."

Ruiya found out the news and came back to report to her father.

The Lord of Markarth, Igmund, has a blood feud with the Forsworn. More than 20 years ago, the King of the Reachmen, Mednarch, seized Markarth and declared independence. He then lured and killed Igmund's father, Hofdir, in the name of negotiation. The Empire was unable to quell the rebellion of the Reachmen, so it hired Ulfric, who formed a militia to quell the rebellion and promised that Markarth could ignore the White-Gold Agreement and retain the faith of Talos. Ulfric led the Stormcloaks on a killing spree, Mednarch was captured, the small kingdom of the Reachmen was overthrown, and those defeated soldiers were scattered all over the place, continuing to resist in the name of "Forsworn". It was at this time that my father left his homeland and fled to Morningstar. However, under the pressure of the Thalmor, the Empire betrayed its promise and arrested Ulfric. The leaderless Stormcloaks broke up into small groups and hid in the western mountains to fight guerrilla warfare. They indiscriminately attacked the Forsworn, the Markarth army, and the villagers who supported the two parties. Cindy's hometown was massacred by these stragglers. For more than 20 years, the three parties fought each other, and each side had blood on its hands, and gradually it became a situation of no end.

"Alec! Isn't that old Alec?"

Suddenly seeing a familiar face among the refugees, the old man quickly dismounted. Alec and an old woman were each leading a little boy under ten years old and were walking with their heads down, but the old man grabbed them. He raised his head and looked at the old man with his cloudy eyes in confusion. After a while, the old man recognized the person. The old man and Riya carried the two children on horseback, squeezed together with Lucia, and asked about Alec's situation.

It is said that the cause was the assassination of the envoy sent by the Empire to Markarth on a secret mission. General Tullius ordered Igmund to be responsible for the incident. After some investigation, the lord determined that the murderer was a Forsworn spy who had sneaked into the city, so he announced a revenge operation. The soldiers of Markarth recaptured the Koskeg Mine, but the attack on the Broken Tower ultimately failed, so they turned back and swept a group of civilians who were believed to be supporters of the Forsworn, so as to make their "records" look less bleak. In the final analysis, it was still the common people who suffered. The Forsworn were not harmless little white rabbits. It was pitiful enough that they could survive under these thugs, but they didn't expect to borrow their heads to help the king's army brush up their records. Alec's son, daughter-in-law, and adult grandchildren were all beheaded and taken for credit. The old couple and their two little grandchildren really didn't look like Forsworn, so they were too lazy to kill them. They just took away the valuable things in the house and burned the worthless ones.

Markarth's real main attack direction was in the south. Although the plan to capture the Spear of Karth Fortress failed, they still successfully opened up the road connecting to Loristed east of Old Haldane. This also caused a large number of refugees to flee along Loristed to Falkreath, and the remaining Forsworn troops in various places reorganized and occupied the Sunny Garden Fortress at the junction of Falkreath, Whiterun and Reach, which barely stopped the defeat.

Alec was my father's former workmate. In his early years, he escaped the disasters of Mednach and Ulfric. But he couldn't escape Igmund when he was old, and his family was broken up. The two old men sighed all the way to the outside of Falkreath. There were refugees on both sides of the road. Some people built simple shelters with broken pine branches, but most people only had a dying bonfire in the cold winter. Alec refused to follow us into the city, and joined the refugee team with his two little grandsons. We surrounded my father and went straight to the lord's longhouse. Tageir stood at the door, his hands on the pergola, looking towards the west gate. When he saw us, he laughed and greeted us.

"Old Jage! You are such a stubborn person! You can't get away this time, can you? You have such a good daughter!"