After making a few more stops (I.E. clearing out all my ingredients since I rarely use them, dropping of Aela since I want her to watch over the Companions in my absence and picking up a new hire for the journey: Vorstag, due solely to his prettiness), I headed to Windhelm.
Gawd, I hate Windhelm. The city is so depressing and every time I enter it, I realize that I can never support Ulfrik Stormcloak. Despite myself, I ended up talking to the apprentice at Calcemo's alchemy shop and running a quest for Felicia Day's hubby, Scouts-Many-Marshes. Finally, I managed to get on the boat to Solstheim.
It makes me yearn for Morrowind, which is weird, since Morrowind freaked me out after playing Skyrim-- it seems so alien to me.
It was dark when I arrived, so many I wandered a bit and read all of the books-- The Red Year, in case anyone is wondering, has almost exact excerpts from real-life book Hiroshima by John Hersey. Just as I started to head over to the Earth Stone to investigate the cultist goings-on, a dragon, of course attacked.
I killed the sumbitch, investigated the stone, and saved game, since it was getting late.
I logged out, and now, 1PM the next day, hope to start up again!
-- 121 hours in
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