how to buy house in solitude

It adds a small cupboard with an open crate on top containing four tomatoes and above this on the wall shelf it adds a potion of plentiful healing, a small unit holding an empty wine bottle, a two-shelf bookcase, a small round table beside main table with bread and cheese on top.
There are three wall shelves, one of which has two bottles of Nord mead on, a narrow table with an iron dagger on top and a food sack underneath, a sideboard with a small mead barrel on top and two open crates, one of which is on a small set of shelves.
The small unit has been upgraded, the narrow table now holding a platter of three sweet rolls and a plate of two green and a red apple, and low table and chair have all been upgraded now holding a plate of bread and cheese and a bottle of alto wine.
Added to the room are a wash basin, a wall shelf holding a bottle of wine, a bottle of spiced wine, three bottles of Nord mead, two weapon racks, and a two-shelf bookcase with a bunch of tundra cotton on top, beside the safe.
At the bottom in an alcove on the right are a set of shelves filled with small mead barrels, a bottle of wine and two bottles of Nord mead, a cupboard holding two food sacks and some cheap crockery, and a food barrel with eight iron ingots on top.
Past the partition where the alchemy lab is placed is an extinguished fire pit in the middle with a silver ingot on the surround, a cupboard holding several loaves of bread and cheese wheels, four food barrels behind the cupboard and three food sacks beside it and two stacks of crates including an open one containing a red apple and three potatoes.

However the upgrades available for Hjerim make it arguably one of the most desirable house in the game, featuring the largest amount of storage space, a large armory with several display cases, plaques and mannequins, and a large amount of bookshelf space.
Windstad Manor Land purchased from Aslfur or Pactur Price to purchase land 5,000 Valdimar [edit] Available Residences Location Name Details Dawnstar Dawnstar Sanctuary Available after completing the Dark Brotherhood quest Hail Sithis!.
When purchasing upgrades for the houses, the alchemy lab upgrade option will not disappear and will not be included in the house; the dialogue will remain indefinitely and will continue to be available for purchase.
Three unique plots of land are available to build a house on throughout Skyrim, and the rooms of each house may be customized, with the houses potentially becoming larger than any of the city houses.
Sanctuary can be upgraded during Where You Hang Your Enemy’s Head… Falkreath Hold Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary Bed available after completing Sanctuary for the Dark Brotherhood or completing Destroy the Dark Brotherhood! Haafingar Volkihar KeepDG Available after Bloodline if you accept Lord Harkon’s .
 360   PS3   In Hjerim, Vlindrel Hall and Honeyside the mannequins can glitch so if the armor is taken off the mannequin, if the player re-enters the house, the armor has been duplicated and will be on the mannequin.
 PS3   Many pointed out bugs, like mannequins, weapon racks and dagger displays not working properly, can be avoided by buying the house and all upgrades at once and then entering the purchased and upgraded house.
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By request! Welcome to another episode of SKYRIM GUIDES: Houses – a quick guide on how to purchase a new home in Windhelm.
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First you get to clear Wolf Skull Cave, then when you go back the Jarl goes "Falk told me you could be trusted, bring this horn to the shrine." That was literally all I did in Solitaire before I was offered a house.
When you ask the steward about the house, choose "I’ll take it!" and cancel the conversation while he’s in the middle of talking, run over to the cabinet that is near him and put all of your money into it (your money is in the "Misc" part of the inventory).
To get the Solitude house Proudspire Manor you have to talk to the steward (red-headed guy) at the Blue Palace.
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Then talk to the Jarl and do her misc quest about placing the horn at the Shrine of Talos.
Go the the blue palace, and talk to the Firebeard guy and do his quest.
Both quest have Necromancers and a variety of undead for enemies, so I suggest having a Silver or Fire weapon, and/or the Dawnbreaker if you feel up to doing that Shrine.
Is there a quest that I have to complete in order to unlock the option to buy a house there? I can’t even find the Jarl of Solitude, if there even is one.
You only need to do the first quest to get the house, but I still recommend doing the second because you get good rewards, loot and you need it to obtain Thane status in Solitude.
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What I figured out is there is a known glitch for buying the house in Markarth but, has anyone figured out a work around? I completed the first quest, have not been able to get them to offer me another one and no ability to buy a house? This is for MARKARTH not Windhelm or Whiterun (I already own Breezehome (and am about to kill my thieving husband because barrels are coming up empty along with lots of other ‘missing’ items, married Marcurio from Riften and items missing are showing up in his inventory for sale)).
You guys, to purchase the house in Markarth you need to be at LEAST level 20, after that talk to the jarl and if you already finished forsworn quests for him, he’ll give you a personal quest to find something that belonged to his father.
Hey, I only bought the house in whiterun before finishing the main quest, and i think its noteworthy that after that I could buy riften’s and markarth’s without any further quests at all… it seems that completing the main quest already makes you elegible to buy houses anywhere.
Oh my god are all of you people retarded “I have just bought a house, where do i find it?” Right after you have purchased your house from a Jarls Steward there is a map marker that directs you to, believe it or not, the front door of your newly purchase house.
I’ve read a few comments of people having issues with not having the option to buy a house after finishing the Jarl’s quest.
Hey guys I’m trying to buy a house in windhelm and i’ve assisted all 5 citizens in the hold, and the new Jarl gave me the option to buy a house but when i talk Jorleif (the guy her sells it) he tells me that the house is not available due to recent unpleasantness.
To get the house in Windhelm without cheating or glitching, complete the imperials questline, if you are in the imperial army, and the new jarl will make you a thane and offer to sell you that house (if you have helped the required people), which will trigger the Blood on the Ice quest if it has not already somehow been done.
All he says is stuff like “yes?” “Need something?” “I’m retarded, I don’t want you to have a sweet house, so I won’t even talk to you.” If anybody can tell me why this douche won’t talk to me, or how I can upgrade it, I would appreciate it.
“I cant find the house i just bought” is one of the funniest comments i have ever read on the internet! People look at the map!! it’s what its their for and it will show you exactly where the houses are.
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We had a good family meal there on a Saturday night, but my positive impression of the place stems from the chef’s (Steve) willingness to bake us a cake for my husband’s birthday.
For apres skiing, Honeycomb is a bit stale with more of a stuffy restaurant feel but the food and drinks are good.
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That’s kind of, you know, the future." A lonely future, Spencer realized, thinking about Ryan, and Brendon’s empty bedroom, and the family Christmas celebrations he wasn’t a part of.
Spencer was so busy watching Brendon work, humming under his breath and smiling, that he realized he hadn’t really looked at this earlier version of himself, working under Brendon’s direction at the other end of the table.
The other Spencer was carefully pressing the cookie cutters into the dough in neat rows, and Brendon was watching him do it, holding an empty baking sheet in his oven-mitted hand, and the expression on his face made Spencer’s heart skip a beat.
Marie was the only person who even knew of Brendon’s existence, and all this time Spencer had tried to tell himself that Brendon meant nothing to him, that he was just his roommate.
"Made you look," Gerard said, softly, but Spencer couldn’t tear his gaze away, because Brendon was watching him.
All that said, Spencer still didn’t actually want Brendon turning up at his place of work.
Spencer remembered trying to keep an eye on where Brendon was putting the decorations, but the other Spencer wasn’t looking at Brendon’s hands.
"He’s watching me," Spencer said, in disbelief, because Brendon was his sort-of annoying roommate, the guy who didn’t own a tie and who Spencer had never introduced to any of his colleagues because he had no idea how to explain away someone who wore mittens and a ridiculous red puffy coat.
Spencer closed the distance between them, leaned in, and cupped Brendon’s face in the hand he wasn’t using to hold his red cup.
It made Spencer breathless just watching, and his stomach flipped every time he saw the way Brendon looked at him.
"Catching up with Brendon," Gerard said, letting go of Spencer’s hand and slipping behind the counter.
When Spencer looked across at himself, he found that this other Spencer was watching Brendon too, a soft smile on his face.
How had he not known how important coming home to someone was? How much he appreciated living with Brendon? He’d spent so long trying to hide Brendon away, even from himself, that the realization of how much he’d come to mean to Spencer was much more of a shock than he’d thought it was going to be.
He watched as Brendon stopped in the doorway, watching the other Spencer struggle to get the tree straight with an indulgent grin on his face.
The first one was Spencer watching Brendon with stars in his eyes, the other was Brendon and him, holding hands on the top of a hill, the sky full of stars.
This day was like, a week ago, and Brendon had made Spencer walk three blocks to pick out a stupid Christmas tree and then walk three blocks back carrying the Christmas tree.
"Yeah," Spencer said, his attention momentarily shifting from Brendon back to Ryan.
Spencer looked involuntarily at the mess in the kitchen, at Brendon, covered in flour and singing along to the Christmas CD in the stereo.
Brendon was smart and funny and could even make Spencer laugh, provided that it wasn’t when Spencer was trying to work.
"No," Spencer said, wanting to stay, but the room was already fading, Brendon disappearing as the familiar walls of Spencer’s office began to reappear.
"I do not it," the other Spencer complained, as Brendon fumbled with the door and burst into the living room.
Blushing a fiery red, Brendon leaned over one of the coffee cups and wrote, MAKE OUT WITH ME, SPENCER SMITH, in thick black sharpie.
Gerard didn’t seem to notice, though, because he was too busy making gimme hands at the coffee machine in the cupboard in the corner of Spencer’s office.
"What was that," Spencer said, because he couldn’t think about anything other than the expression on his own face as he’d snuck glances at Brendon.
Spencer had complained and complained, but Brendon had made him coffee and Spencer remembered having actual fun.
Brendon looked away, and then Spencer watched as the other Spencer started to watch him again, out of the corner of his eye.
They looked a lot younger, sure, and in all the pictures Spencer had seen of Brendon’s family, his brothers and sisters looked a hell of a lot older than they did right now.
He couldn’t stop watching Brendon, a much younger, teenaged version of the Brendon that Spencer knew.
So Spencer had spent the summer secretly looking at pictures of Gerard Way online and figuring out that there was really no way he could label himself as straight anymore, and then he’d come out to Ryan the night before Ryan left for college in Chicago.
Ryan looked fragile and young, and Spencer didn’t remember him being so shuttered and closed off at the time.
When the other Spencer looked up, Brendon ‘s expression shifted into an easy smile.
Spencer’s stomach dropped at the memory of Brendon dropping the coffee into the trash can, earlier.
Spencer startled, before Gerard clapped a hand to Spencer’s shoulder, and reminded him that Ryan couldn’t see either of them.
Brendon was busy with the already-baked cookies, sliding them off the baking sheets and onto the cooling racks that Spencer hadn’t even realized he’d owned before that day.
Brendon smiled and dropped the coffee cup in the trash can by the water fountain, and Spencer winced.
Spencer had bought his own coffee machine for his office, not long after Marie had started working for him – at least this way he didn’t actually have to make conversation over the office percolator.
At home, he let Brendon put his feet up on the coffee table sometimes because Brendon had a way of getting around Spencer when Spencer least expected it.
The summer that Spencer had spent saving pictures of Gerard Way to his hard drive, Ryan had been scribbling Fall Out Boy lyrics in notebooks.
"And now it’s going to be a snack," Brendon told him, and ruffled Spencer’s hair.
When Brendon looked across at him and grinned, Spencer ducked his head and pretended to be busy.
How could he never have noticed how important music was to Brendon? How much happier he was when he was singing? He never said, that’s why, a little voice inside Spencer’s head told him.
Spencer remembered this day; he remembered Brendon waking him and dragging him out of bed and demanding that they spend the day making holiday cookies for their families.
The way his heartbeat had sped up when Brendon looked up, smiling, and Spencer realized he had flour on his cheek.
Spencer had actually bought Brendon a tie of his own for Christmas, in the vain hope that Brendon would stop stealing Spencer’s.
But he couldn’t, so Spencer had to stand and watch as Brendon ordered two coffees and a selection of cookies.
"Oh," Spencer said, softly, because Brendon looked miserable, and frustrated, and sort of skinny and oh so fucking young.
"I’m trying," Brendon shot back, but Spencer knew better than anybody that Brendon found it almost impossible to stay still.
Brendon wasn’t like anyone Spencer worked with.
A picture of Spencer’s family stood on the shelf by the TV, and next to it, a picture of Brendon’s family, all smiling and waving at the camera and pulling stupid faces.
His heart jumped and Spencer wondered why he’d tried to deny how he felt about Brendon for so long.
"See you later," Brendon said, brightly, and Spencer was left with a horrible, crawling feeling in his gut, and an empty, lonely feeling where his stomach used to be.
"Sure," Brendon repeated, and Spencer recognized the fake edge to his voice.
By the time the summer before Spencer’s senior year had rolled around, Brent had stopped mentioning this kid he knew from school who might take over where Trevor had left off, and Ryan had stopped scheduling band practices completely.
"I do," Spencer said, automatically, but the prickling sensation crawling up and down his back was enough to tell him – even if he hadn’t already known – that he hadn’t even asked Ryan where he was spending Christmas this year.
Spencer slid his hand into Brendon’s hair, and kissed him back.
Suddenly he realized what they were doing here, what Brendon was doing here, and Spencer wanted to fix this more than anything.
It reminded him of texts from Brendon when Spencer told him he was working late and wouldn’t be home for dinner.
"Fuck you," the other Spencer said, giving Brendon the finger.
Spencer had no idea how to explain Brendon to the people he worked with, so he never had.
"What?" Spencer said, trying to tear his attention away from the way Brendon was looking at him.
Spencer blinked, and tried not to look as Brendon dropped the towel and pulled on a pair of jeans, without bothering with underwear.
After a moment, he pressed a button on the remote so that the picture changed, this time to one of Spencer’s parents and his sisters and two guys Spencer didn’t recognize, all sitting around the table in Spencer’s parents’ dining room, charging their glasses.
Spencer hadn’t even known that Brendon had moved out of home so early.
Spencer had come out to Ryan when he was seventeen years old and he’d realized that his idolization of Gerard Way had less to do with wanting to be a rock star himself and slightly more to do with wanting in Gerard’s pants.
"Sure it is," Brendon said, dropping to his knees next to Spencer.
"Here," Spencer said, rolling all his courage up into a ball and thrusting his piece of paper at Brendon.
Brendon’s gaze flicked from Spencer, to Spencer’s whispering staff, back to Spencer again.
Brendon’s empty bedroom in Spencer’s apartment.
"You can make it up to me," Brendon breathed, and then he kissed Spencer like he really fucking meant it, wrapping his arms around Spencer’s shoulders and pulling him even closer.
"Uh-huh," Spencer said, still watching Brendon.
Brendon, Spencer thought.
"Hi," Spencer said, breathlessly, ignoring Jeannie-from-finance, who followed Brendon out of the elevator and gave Spencer an odd look.
Why are you even telling me this?" Spencer resolutely did not think about Brendon in the future with his British guy who liked breakfast in bed.
Brendon grinned against Spencer’s mouth.
"Next time," Spencer said, confidently, even though the kind of parties that Ryan went to weren’t exactly Spencer’s idea of a great night.
"I don’t recognize this place," Spencer said, which was kind of a stupid thing to say, since he hadn’t visited Ryan in over a year.
He barely even owned a suit, and whenever Brendon had a job interview he always had to raid Spencer’s closet for a tie.
Wind rushed past Spencer, so strong that he would have fallen if it wasn’t for Gerard’s hand on his arm, anchoring him in place.
So, Spencer liked Brendon.
Spencer could hear him and Brendon before he could see them.
The kind of box that held a ring, Spencer realized, and his eyes widened as Ryan flicked it open.
"Brendon trimmed it," Spencer said, automatically.
"Look at it," Spencer said, and Brendon did.
Spencer didn’t want to move, but Gerard’s grip was strong.
He did, however, recognize Pete fucking Wentz when he pushed open the door to Spencer’s office and switched on all of the lights, bathing the room in bright florescent light.
When Spencer looked up, Gerard Way was sitting in his office, smoking a cigarette and picking at the tab of a can of Coke.
Spencer held his hand out to push open the kitchen door, but Gerard just hooked his hand in the crook of Spencer’s elbow and walked right on through the closed door.
"Just in time," Gerard said, pointing at the door, and Spencer’s mom and dad came in, his mom cradling a tiny baby in her arms.
Still, it was barely ten minutes later when Spencer heard a noise in the outer office, and while the pizza place was pretty fast, even they didn’t usually manage to deliver in so short a time.
"Thanks," Spencer said, distractedly, and when he looked up again, his coffee was cold and that stupid mistletoe was pinned up outside his office door again.
The rest of the people in the pictures were strangers to Spencer, although when he took a closer look, he recognized a few of the friends that Ryan had hung on to over the years, people like Jon and Cassie and even Ryan’s current girlfriend, Z.
"It’s okay to admit it," Gerard said, poking the coffee machine with a finger until the light came on and the burbling sound of the coffee percolating sounded loud to Spencer’s ears.
She didn’t look at him, and Spencer tried to reach out and touch her, but Gerard curled his fingers around Spencer’s wrist.
Marie was standing in the open door of Spencer’s office, her arms folded, and above her a sprig of mistletoe hung from the doorframe.
"Total lie," Ryan said, clearly feigning ignorance of those few years where he’d ignored Christmas except for hanging out for leftovers by Spencer’s parents’ fridge.
"I guess," Ryan said, sadly, and when he hung up and dropped the phone back on the couch next to him, Spencer wanted to rewind this whole day and have the conversation again.
But Gerard just slipped his hand into Spencer’s, and the room went dark, and the wind rose around them, cocooning them close.
"Sure," Spencer said, but he wasn’t listening, because the picture had changed again, and this time Spencer knew exactly what he was looking at.
Spencer remembered the tiny velvet bag he’d seen Ryan pull out of his pocket, and the way Ryan’s eyes had shone as he’d taken out the ring.
That first year away from Vegas, Spencer hadn’t stopped worrying about Ryan at all.
When Ryan twisted the key in the lock and pushed the door open, he was bundled up against the weather, scarves and gloves and a huge woolen coat that Spencer had helped him pick out as a goodbye gift from Spencer’s parents.
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Old Johnson, in his "Wonder-Working Providence," speaking of the first settlers of this town, with whom he was contemporary, tells us that "they burrow themselves in the earth for their first shelter under some hillside, and, casting the soil aloft upon timber, they make a smoky fire against the earth, at the highest side." They did not "provide them houses," says he, "till the earth, by the Lord’s blessing, brought forth bread to feed them," and the first year’s crop was so light that "they were forced to cut their bread very thin for a long season." The secretary of the Province of New Netherland, writing in Dutch, in 1650, for the information of those who wished to take up land there, states more particularly that "those in New Netherland, and especially in New England, who have no means to build farmhouses at first according to their wishes, dig a square pit in the ground, cellar fashion, six or seven feet deep, as long and as broad as they think proper, case the earth inside with wood all round the wall, and line the wood with the bark of trees or something else to prevent the caving in of the earth; floor this cellar with plank, and wainscot it overhead for a ceiling, raise a roof of spars clear up, and cover the spars with bark or green sods, so that they can live dry and warm in these houses with their entire families for two, three, and four years, it being understood that partitions are run through those cellars which are adapted to the size of the family.
I sometimes dream of a larger and more populous house, standing in a golden age, of enduring materials, and without gingerbread work, which shall still consist of only one room, a vast, rude, substantial, primitive hall, without ceiling or plastering, with bare rafters and purlins supporting a sort of lower heaven over one’s head—useful to keep off rain and snow, where the king and queen posts stand out to receive your homage, when you have done reverence to the prostrate Saturn of an older dynasty on stepping over the sill; a cavernous house, wherein you must reach up a torch upon a pole to see the roof; where some may live in the fireplace, some in the recess of a window, and some on settles, some at one end of the hall, some at another, and some aloft on rafters with the spiders, if they choose; a house which you have got into when you have opened the outside door, and the ceremony is over; where the weary traveller may wash, and eat, and converse, and sleep, without further journey; such a shelter as you would be glad to reach in a tempestuous night, containing all the essentials of a house, and nothing for house-keeping; where you can see all the treasures of the house at one view, and everything hangs upon its peg, that a man should use; at once kitchen, pantry, parlor, chamber, storehouse, and garret; where you can see so necessary a thing, as a barrel or a ladder, so convenient a thing as a cupboard, and hear the pot boil, and pay your respects to the fire that cooks your dinner, and the oven that bakes your bread, and the necessary furniture and utensils are the chief ornaments; where the washing is not put out, nor the fire, nor the mistress, and perhaps you are sometimes requested to move from off the trap-door, when the cook would descend into the cellar, and so learn whether the ground is solid or hollow beneath you without stamping.
The next year I did better still, for I spaded up all the land which I required, about a third of an acre, and I learned from the experience of both years, not being in the least awed by many celebrated works on husbandry, Arthur Young among the rest, that if one would live simply and eat only the crop which he raised, and raise no more than he ate, and not exchange it for an insufficient quantity of more luxurious and expensive things, he would need to cultivate only a few rods of ground, and that it would be cheaper to spade up that than to use oxen to plow it, and to select a fresh spot from time to time than to manure the old, and he could do all his necessary farm work as it were with his left hand at odd hours in the summer; and thus he would not be tied to an ox, or horse, or cow, or pig, as at present.
Sometimes I rambled to pine groves, standing like temples, or like fleets at sea, full-rigged, with wavy boughs, and rippling with light, so soft and green and shady that the Druids would have forsaken their oaks to worship in them; or to the cedar wood beyond Flint’s Pond, where the trees, covered with hoary blue berries, spiring higher and higher, are fit to stand before Valhalla, and the creeping juniper covers the ground with wreaths full of fruit; or to swamps where the usnea lichen hangs in festoons from the white spruce trees, and toadstools, round tables of the swamp gods, cover the ground, and more beautiful fungi adorn the stumps, like butterflies or shells, vegetable winkles; where the swamp-pink and dogwood grow, the red alderberry glows like eyes of imps, the waxwork grooves and crushes the hardest woods in its folds, and the wild holly berries make the beholder forget his home with their beauty, and he is dazzled and tempted by nameless other wild forbidden fruits, too fair for mortal taste.
I find that even so long ago as 1792, in a "Topographical Description of the Town of Concord," by one of its citizens, in the Collections of the Massachusetts Historical Society, the author, after speaking of Walden and White Ponds, adds, "In the middle of the latter may be seen, when the water is very low, a tree which appears as if it grew in the place where it now stands, although the roots are fifty feet below the surface of the water; the top of this tree is broken off, and at that place measures fourteen inches in diameter." In the spring of ’49 I talked with the man who lives nearest the pond in Sudbury, who told me that it was he who got out this tree ten or fifteen years before.
At night there was never a traveller passed my house, or knocked at my door, more than if I were the first or last man; unless it were in the spring, when at long intervals some came from the village to fish for pouts—they plainly fished much more in the Walden Pond of their own natures, and baited their hooks with darkness—but they soon retreated, usually with light baskets, and left "the world to darkness and to me," and the black kernel of the night was never profaned by any human neighborhood.

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