Let's find the tax collector. Where there are tax collectors, there's money. Fargoth is our best friend now, so we cannot betray him. Can we inform him about Hrisskar's plot against him? That ring seems like it's decent for overworld travel, so I suppose we could take it. We should find some armor before trying to take out the smugglers, but our axe arm is itchy after that first taste of violence...

Do we have any spells at our disposal right now?

For next time: If you were a river I'd be a dam because dam u fine.

We have Hearth Heal, a starting level healing spell thanks to our amazing Restoration. We can cast it like, twice because we have shit mp.

Part 3: Yook Thunderbeard, Nord Detective





Last time, we found new clothes and failed to win over a girl. Today, we shall look for the missing tax collector.

Now, does this Hrisskar guy seriously want us to steal or extort money from our good man Faggot? What the fuck. He is messing with the wrong beard and deserves a good round of ass-kicking.

"Your face looks like a turd. And I don't like it."



We can taunt people. If we taunt them enough, they might attack us. This way we could fight anyone without getting a bounty, as if they attack first, it's self defense.



I went around asking people about more rumors in case they would know something about the tax collector, but no luck. While I was doing so, my Athletics skill increased.



At least one person likes us...



Not having anywhere else to look, we are going to have to venture to the forests around Seyda Neen. It is night and rather dark, but we're going to have to keep our eyes open.





What.



So, a man fell from the sky...



And died. Let's see what he has.



Yes, we'll take all of this.



A hat for true men.



This book was something that belonged to the fallen man. An Acrobatics skill of 1000 certainly would make you leap very high. I believe there is only one thing we can do.



Use the scroll and jump!





The forest is disappearing behind the draw distance fog.



Oh, it seems like our jump ended already. Going down.



Wait.



Right.






Let's continue our search during this beautiful sunrise.



I found a door on the side of a small hill. Seems like we get to raid a tomb.



It's rather dark down here, but I can see some light and a bigger room up ahead.





No.



No.

Please note my health.



I believe we just saw a ghost. With a floating hammer of some kind. It hurt, so we're not going to raid a tomb today.



Continuing our search, I actually managed to find the missing tax collector. Can you see him in this image? Take your time.






Here he is. In the original, unmodded game, there isn't as much grass and other vegetation around. This area would be bare and the body would be easily found. Here, it looks like whatever killed him did a rather good job at hiding their tracks.



We'll take this and the gold.





We can now talk about the murder with townspeople. The first one I talked to directed me towards Socucius Ergalla, the person we made our class with.



He's close, so let's go pay him a visit.



Oh. Well then. Looks like we have another choice.


Shall we keep the gold we found or give the gold to Ergalla?

He's a tax collector, he keeps his books. When we come looking for his murderer, we don't want them to hold anything over us, like, say, a few hundred Septims that didn't get plundered from his corpse. I am sure the grateful townspeople will reward us manifold for our honesty, although their apathetic responses may not betray their desire for justice.

In lighter news, Yook is looking very swanky in his sky-man clothes. Does he run exceptionally fast with the scroll as well?

KILL, no criminal scum gets off easy on our watch.

Everyone knows that the best kind of smashing is that which is sanctioned by the authorities. We shall take him to justice the way only a Nord knows how; a soft and tender loving in his backside by Little Yook. His axe.

Justice cannot fully be served until we have returned the ring, so we must do that. Afterwards, we can indulge in further state-endorsed smashing by smashing smugglers; by now our bloodlust cannot be sated by petty unarmed criminals. Meanwhile, we are looking sufficiently strong to weather any storm that blows our way, be it would-be-assassins falling from the sky or anything else.