Welcome to a blog about Weys, a traveler in Skyrim. That’s Weys up there, under the moon, looking romantic. Before he posed for this glamor shot, Weys was a prisoner in a cart traveling with three other prisoners, one of which was a horse thief. The other two prisoners were apparently enemies of the State of Skyrim. Weys, when asked, decided to be a Wood Elf with a nice white beard and braided hair. No one seemed to know much about him, but even so, he was condemned to death. But a big black dragon intervened right before the executioner’s axe severed Weys’ head with its nice white beard and braided hair from his shoulders. Confused and overwhelmed, Weys ran into a burning building with a stranger (henceforth, The Stranger). The Stranger was kind to Weys and led the way. Suddenly, Weys was a sidekick in a dynamic duo and helped The Stranger slay some people in high fantasy fashion. It all happened fast. Weys was unsure of himself and proved clumsy with a sword. He thought it would be a good idea, and somewhat fashionable, if he put on a hood (see illustration above) that he found somewhere along the way. It is very likely that he pulled the hood from a corpse. No matter, the hood suits him.
After acquiring the hood and getting poisoned by giant spiders, and acting as a bumbling sidekick as The Stranger killed the spiders, and getting better from the poison, and sneaking past a sleeping bear, which was a close call, and during which time Weys was given a bow and some arrows by The Stranger, Weys ended up outside of the town where the people had wanted to kill him for an unknown reason until the big black dragon flew in and FWOOSH! Rumble! Roast!
I forgot to mention that Weys picked a lock in the torturer’s chamber, although he broke close to a dozen lockpicks in the process. Weys decided that he wanted to be a “thief”–the hood probably influenced his decision, as well as the lockpicking experience, even though it left a few things to be desired–and activated a superhero rock that brought down the power of a remote thief constellation onto Weys, or so he believed.
Let me state right here that it is highly probable that Weys is mentally ill. Besides the account given above, I will present several symptoms of Weys’ imbalance.
Let’s begin with the elephant in the room. Weys is a Wood Elf who ended up in a place called Skyrim, which is very cold and stony and has a few plants, sure, but also very large mountains with snow. See:
A Big Snowy Mountain
A Wood Elf doesn’t belong in a snowy place like this, yet although Weys seems to have trouble walking along the roads and climbing stone steps, he otherwise seems satisfied wandering in this tundra. He should be resting in a shady copse or frolicking in the occasional sunny meadow south of the State of Skyrim, I would imagine, but instead he walks along stony roads in a Man’s land and doesn’t miss his Wood Elf environs. It is quite possible that sane Wood Elves, were they able to view Weys through this blog or otherwise, would say, “What is he doing? He’s sick in the head.”
Secondly, Weys found a book about something called “The Dragonborn” while browsing the goods in the torture chamber, and he immediately knew that the book was talking about him, and also had thoughts of the 4th Edition of Dungeons & Dragons.
Third, he found the torturer friendly, informative, and somewhat charming.
Again: it is highly probable that Weys is mentally ill.
That said, let’s resume the narrative. Weys made it to a town called Riverdale or something on the evening of his first day in Skyrim. He hooked up with The Stranger once more and talked to The Stranger’s crony, who suggested to Weys that he should go to another town, called Whiterun, and tell the Jarl (translation: Big Man on Campus) of Whiterun, “I saw a dragon.” And Weys, having no other plans and obsessed with dragons, and knowing that he is Dragonborn, said, “Sounds good. I’m on it.”
Weys Relaxing Before Walking to Whiterun
Next up: Whiterun!
