---Last
Seed, 29th, 4E 201---
On
our way to the stronghold of the Silver Hand we encountered a green
dragon much like the one that attacked the Western Watchtower. With
the help of Mjoll and Odvar I managed to defeat it. I absorbed its
soul, and learned the meaning of "Yol". Now I can breath
balls of fire. Upon inspecting the Dragon's lair, I found another
wall and now there is another word swimming in my head. I also
discovered several corpses, burned and eaten by the dragon, and a
strange crystal beacon which was too large for me to bring along.
This
battle took long enough that my friends and I have decided to camp
below the dragon's perch tonight. I observed several ruins in the
area, including one which seems to contain another Word Wall. Maybe
I'll investigate them tomorrow after dispatching the Silver Hand and
recovering any shards of Wuthraad that they might be hoarding.
---Last
Seed, 30th, 4E 201---
The
Silver Hand were nothing, only six strong. They did have a fragment,
though, which I recovered.
After
defeating the Silver Hand, Odvar, Mjoll and I journeyed up a nearby
hill to the ruin with the Word Wall that I saw from the dragon's
perch. An Imperial Captain, Captain Valmir, was stationed outside. He
enlisted my help to retrieve a mask from the depths of the ruins,
which used to be a stonghold of the ancient Dragon Cult. I'd all but
forgotten the Cult. My knowledge of Dragon War lore is not
substantial. I wonder if the Dragon Cult has anything to do with my
powers, or the dragons' return?
After
a long-fought battle, my party and I worked our way through the ruin,
deep into the crypts, and defeated the litch of the Dragon Priest
whose mask the Captain wanted, and we took his mask from him. It is
embued with a powerful enchantment, I can sense it. My senses have
also told me since speaking with Valmir that there is something not
right about him. Since when does a High Elf wear Imperial colors?
We
made our way out to the upper exterior level of the ruin, where I
took in the word. When I think on this word, I see storm clouds, and
it excites me. Then, after absorbing the powers of the wall, I
observed Valmir, now dressed as a Stormcloak Officer, trying to
convince a Stormcloak soldier to follow us in, as we were surely
dead.
When
he saw me and realized that his deception was uncovered he attacked,
and the Stormcloak stood with him, but they were quickly dispatched.
I took a note from Valmir's body that contained orders from an
unnamed entity to retrieve the mask and return it to the infamous
ancient ruin of Labyrinthian. We've decided to sleep here tonight and
head for Ivarstead in the morning. Maybe I'll take the mask to
Labyrinthian myself some day and see if anything comes of it.
---Heartfire,
1st, 4E 201---
I
learned something about the Rift: it is all depressing. Its
mountainous regions are impassable, and its forested regions are
infested with Bandits, wolves, bears, and those horrible giant
spiders. The walk to Ivarstead was long. I had to reveal my nature as
a Werewolf to Mjoll when we were ambushed by a camp of Bandits. She
is wary, but she believes me that I control the beast, and that the
beast does not control me.
Ivarstead
itself is nice, however. Small, but quaint. It sits on a river, and
it sees more traffic than most small towns, thanks to regular
pilgrimages up the mountain to High Hrothgar. Tomorrow Mjoll and I
will look around for the girl that Mara has sent us to help. I
believe her name was Fastred. Meanwhile Odvar will, as he puts it,
seek out a bottle of mead and help it into his stomach.
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