Infiltrating the Thalmor Embassy

I hope you don't hate me for leaving you with a cliff hanger for a week. Not really cliff hanger for those who have played the game, though. Those who haven't played it must have endured torture, and you are seriously neglected if you haven't played this yet. No more dilly dallying; let's just GO!

Let's have a PARTY!

This next step towards finding out where the heck these dragons came from involves party crashing... in a very subtle and smooth sort of way. Stylish too. Delphine tells you to drop off all of your gear with a guy serving drinks at the party. He's a wood elf with a bad personality and very skittish. I forget his name, but I remember I killed him multiple times trying to figure out how to get through some dumb door. Story for later. I drop off my gear and then head back to the stable in my under wear to get the clothes for the party. Come on, I just wanted to have all my equipment available at the party. They do pat downs and won't let anyone sneak by with so much as a pen knife; not that they have pens, but I suppose the equivalent would be a quill. That accomplished, they take me to the Thalmor Embassy on my very own specially procured wagon!

Dude, that's why EVERYBODY came.

Woohoo! What a PARTY! Everyone sitting around, chatting, and drinking. Woo... I pop on over to the bar and meet my good friend the antsy elf. He discreetly tells me to get a distraction going, so that I can sneak to the back where all my equipment is. Easy enough. I ask my good friend the Jarl of.......... Morthal? The lady who is psychic and stuff. She helped me out by shouting about all sorts of bad omens and such. It was very comical, but I couldn't stay because I was sneaking around to the door. Success! Then a little skittishness from the elf worrying about being noticed. No problemo man; we did great distracting those fools. Then his dark side takes over....

He shuts up the cook who just so happens to be a khajit addicted to moon sugar. He'll apparently rat her out if she rats us out soooo.... Yeah! I get my stuff and kill the guy millions of times because I can't figure out that the door I'm supposed to go through is right across from the chest my stuff was in. Most frustrating moment of my life.

Ha... Yeaaaah, this kinda does happen, actually.

  I didn't MEAN to, okay?! My sneaking skill at this point totally sucks, and I can't sneak past anyone worth a d***. They ALL hear me and they ALL attack me and they ALL end up dead. I don't understand how the people at the party never noticed. Doesn't matter to me; I got what I came for. A journal and this one guy. He was a prisoner that I released who does something I forget and I kill a bunch of people down in the dungeon too. Quite the blood bath. Welp! I got what I came for, so SEE YA!

What the heck are you doing out here!

Leaving this place should have been relatively easy, but once I got out of the embassy, I met up with a troll. Thankfully, I was on a ledge and simply shot him and roasted him to death. Needless to say, he was very frustrated that he couldn't get to me, and I was very pleased. NOW, I am TRULY free, and I take my findings back to Delphine and she tells me....