Not that anyone will ever read these journals of mine but I like to write them it helps to set out in my mind what has happened, and with a new chapter in my life comes a new journal. Well what a week this has been, if the rest of my new life is this hectic then I'm not sure I want it. I left Sadrith Mora by boat nearly 2 weeks ago and the journey was fairly uneventful, due to storms we were unable to travel to Blacklight so instead we travelled necrom and I had to make the rest of my way to the college of winterhold on foot. In Necrom I was able to hitch a lift with a merchant caravan which took me down to Mournhold. From Mournhold I travelled by foot on my own across to Cheydinhal, up to Bruma and then I entered Skyrim.
Up until I entered Skyrim everything had been going smoothly, other than a few bandits and the odd wild animal the whole journey was fairly uneventful. As I entered Skyrim something hit the back of my head and that's all I remember.
So that take us to today, I woke up tied up like a hog roast and thrown in the back of a cart I was very surprised, it turned out that I had been caught in an imperial ambush, and I was on my way to be executed
Obviously I wasn't killed, otherwise I wouldn't be writing this in here. So what happed was just as the imperial hairdresser was about to give me a nice shave and take a bit off the top, this huge dragon attacked. It was MASSIVE!!!
During the confusion I managed to escape with another prisoner a Stormclock called Ralof. We made it out of the village where I was being held (Gerdur later told me it was called Helgen). We made it down through the countryside and on to Riverwood, where I met Gerdur, Ralof's sister.
I'm now about to go to bed in Gerdur's cottage then I will decide what to do.
