Chronicles of #Skyrim – Day 46 – Into Apocrypha
Lydia and I pick up the Earth shout from the "Wall Of Obscene Dragon Bathroom Poetry", though now I don't have a Dragon Soul to power it… damn friggin' jerkass other Dragonborn guy, grumble grumble grumble… and head to a nearby cave to explore for a bit and fill up
Lydia's our carrying quotient of armor and weaponry before we return to Raven Rock and barter them for gold, and by gold here I mean Ash Turnips, because (as I may have mentioned before) Raven Rock is sort of a shithole.
The cave is Breckenridge or something similar. I don't know the exact name because Lydia was supposed to be keeping notes instead of just writing "All carrying burdens and no play makes the Lydia a dull housecarl" a few hundred times over and over again. It is once again full of
smurfs nac mac feegle choking leprechauns tiny Doctor Manhattans dyed hobbits reikings, and once again something very bad happens to their civilization.
We are unto them as a plauge of locusts. Lydia reassures me that they were asking for it, wearing such tight-fitting clothes. It is small comfort… but they're small people, so small comfort is really all I need.
At the end of the system of caves, we pick up the first word for a new shout, "Cyclone". If only I had a dragon soul to power it. If only.
And then, on to the next chamber, where I find another "Black Book". This one is called Untold Legends… thoigh, if I found it, and it's in a book, it's not really that untold, now is it? Anyway, I open the book and actually get to wander around in the Oblivion realm of Apocrypha for a few minutes this time.
After getting a greeting from Hermaeus Mora, who appears to me as a gibbering wall of eyeballs and tentacles (motto: HP Lovecraft, eat your heart out. Literally, I will eat your heart out if given the chance), I get to wander the halls for a bit. The realm is literally made of books – the walls, floor, and ceiling are stacks upon stacks of decaying books, pressed together from ages of oblivion funk into structures.
Also, and this is kind of cool, the loot drops for killing things here… are books. Some of them rare ones I've never seen before. The chests have books in them too. And since I am building the Great Library of Skyrim in my home (I've been collecting at least one copy of every book in the game) this pleases me to no end. Unfortunately, no Lydia… so I find myself having to choose between dumping weapons, armor, and other useful stuff I was planning on selling… or books.
I chose the books.
I am weak.
I get to the end and discover actual the Black Book, "Untold Legends". Reading of it gives me one of three potential powers:
Bardic Knowledge – a spectral drum beats, causing you and everyone you are nearby to regenerate Stamina faster (presumably so you can get as far away from the Bard as you can)
Secret Servant – summons a Dremora butler to carry your shit for you, up to 148 whatever-unit-of-measurement-we're-using.
Black Market – summons a Dremora merchant to trade with you. He sells Daedric armor and weapons and has 2000 gold for trading.
Tempting as the Secret Servant is (no longer having to listen to Lydia complain… yay!) I decided to go with Black Market instead – because it means we can adventure for twice as long, and won't be slowed down by the crappy economy in Raven Rock anymore. I summon my new special bestest friend, let's call him "Vinnie the Fence", unload a bunch of loot, pick up a bunch more books (because… books) and head back to the real world, where Lydia is about to dip my unconscious hand in warm water.
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