Helgen

I have to say, this may have been the perfect time to start a diary.
I wandered into Skyrim early Yesterday. It was a quiet, peaceful morning... Raining of course. I swear, no matter WHERE I go in the world, it's raining. I wandered through Cyrodil Damp, I wander through Black Marsh, Damp. No matter where I go, it's always raining. I'm told sun exists, but I've yet to see it. Maybe next adventure I can head for Hammerfell. I'm told it's mostly desert. Then again, I came to Skyrim hoping snow would beat out rain. No luck so far.
I'm getting distracted here. Back a few steps.
I wander into Skyrim, happy to explore a new place, make new friends, Drink new drinks, Maybe get in a few fights, make myself overly friendly. You know. The usual.
Within a few minutes of wandering, I am grabbed, a sack over my head, and then knocked unconscious. My last thoughts? Mostly they were "WHAT IN THE NAME OF SHEOGORATH!" But also, "I hope they don't take my Skooma." Have you ever been grabbed and knocked out? It's kind of hard to think reasonably while it occurs.
I awoke tied, arms behind my back in a cart, loaded with what I assume were hardened criminals. Turns out Skyrim is in some form of rebellion... I suppose I should have paid attention and found this stuff out before I came, but sometimes the fun of arriving is worth more than you know, research. Anyway, I've been mistaken for some form of criminal, and now I'm being transported with the leader of the rebellion to whatever fate rebel leaders face.
I'm guessing it is not a stern talking too.
They dragged us to Some little town called Helgen. Just over the border there. Nice place. Mountains in the background, looks pretty. You know, Picturesque. If I was an artist I'd have drawn it, but I'm just a Renrij, So I just had to admire it.
They tell a story, in my land, of a young Altmer, who was taken with adventure. He had quested the world over, doing odd jobs, dealing with various dungeons and delights, and found himself at last in the province of Elsweyr. Something he did upset the locals, and he was chased off of a cliff by the Khajiit guards. Falling, he managed to catch himself on a branch, and in relief looked down to see if he could perhaps climb out of this situation, only to see that below him there was a gathering of Orc Bandits, hoping he would fall so they could loot his dead body. Looking up he could see the gathered Khajiit soldiers, glaring down at him, grins on their faces as they realized his situation.

Looking at the cliff wall, he realized he was holding a bush, that was growing Blackberries. Picking one, he tasted it. And found it was the most delicious thing he ever had eaten.

He still died though.

I was hoping my admiration of the beauty of this place was not going to end in a similar fashion.

Hold on, I think I heard something. I'll have to continue this in a bit.