And So It Begins... wait that's a line from Fable 3

In the spirit of sharing my experience as the first of my friends (to my knowledge) to delve headfirst into the world of Dawnguard and Hearthfire... I will be keeping a running live blog of my experience. Last night, I patiently waited for my download to finish. Patiently. Then less patiently. Then cursing the gods of cheap DSL and ruing the day I decided I couldn't afford high speed cable internet, I decided to play Gran Turismo. Because, hey, that's a little more productive than staring at my xBox Live home screen, watching my avatar play with a parrot... contemplating it's hairdo...

After finishing a B Class license and buying myself a Subaru WRX... which is off topic... But damn do I love me a Subaru. And I didn't want the station wagon...

OK BACK TO THE TASK AT HAND

Finally my download was ready to open. I loaded up Skyrim, anticipation coursing through my veins. Load last saved game? You bet your sweet ass.

What's this? I'm standing outside the Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary. I don't FEEL any different. I look at Kharjo. He says something helpful like "You are taking us somewhere warm, I trust?" Listen kitty, we will lay in sunbeams and scratch bellies later. Right now, we got some vampire shit to take care of.

Or do we? We're walking around, trying to figure out where to go to next. Kharjo is telling me he may or may not smell enemies coming. He's full of helpful advice right now. We decide to check out Riften. Upon entering the city, an oddly dressed courier comes up to me.

DISCLAIMER: This may be a glitch, or the personal style of this particular courier, or maybe a new fashion trend of the colorful town of Riften, I am not sure...

The guy is in Skyrim Underwear and he is filthy. He looks like he was put in a loincloth and dropped off a cliff into a mud bog, then dragged back up said cliff. It was weird, at first I thought he was gonna ask me to spare a coin or something, then he tells me he has been looking for me. He gives me a letter from the Jarl of Falkreath asking for help, and a notice that I can now adopt kids from the orphanage in Riften. Well great. Did I mention my burly blond Nord husband asked me 30 seconds after getting married which house we should live in and promptly disappeared? (Before I could say, "My House, cause you my BITCH, bitch) But hey, Skyrim Orphans need love too, deadbeat dad or no. So I'll consider it, thank you kindly.

Kharjo and I decide to check out this Jarl's offer. He's some brat who got the job when his uncle fell ill. Great guy. He wants me to take care of some bandits who stopped paying him off. Moral alignment be damned, I'll kill some stupid Bandits...