Greetings, sera. Blackblood here with yet ANOTHER character profile! (imsosorry) As I was sitting down sifting through some Thalmor v. Stormcloak crap I thought “Huh, I’ve never really made an ultimate, honest to truth, proud-of-his-race-and-beliefs Nord warrior character.” One with a mastery of all combat skills including One-Handed, Two-Handed and Archery, skill in heavy armor (Because Stalhrim LIGHT armor is on the WRONG side of the tree, and the helm doesn’t sit well with me!), and MAYBE has some destruction magic potential in the form of frost magicks. And so, without further ado, I present...
4E 201, 17th of Last Seed
I walk into Skyrim, only to be attack and nearly beheaded by Imperial Soldiers! Thankfully I managed to escape somehow with my head still attached,
I'm staying in Riverwood for the time being. Work around the town and collect some money. I'm not sure what I'll do at this point. Guess I really didn't think this through.
4E 201, 20th of Last Seed
That tears it. I saw a Stormcloak prisoner in rags being taken away by a bunch of Imperials. I let him loose and gave him the Iron War Axe I'd escaped Helgen with, but he didn't get far before he was shot down. Luckily the Imperials forgot I had been there, so I was able to escape in the fight. I'm nowhere near strong enough.
I'm going to forge me some good Steel Armor. I can't sit here and be a civilian any longer. I have to take the fight to the Imperials.
4E 201, 21st of Last Seed
I needed some more materials for armor, so I headed down the nearest mine. Turns out it was infested with bandits. Good thing I had my Steel Armor on, otherwise I might not have been back to write this.
It was my first time fighting something other than a wolf. I don't think I did too bad. In fact I'm actually incredibly surprised I made it out of there. I wonder if I've always had this potential.
Now I need to smelt the ore I've mined up. Ralof says there's a smelter in Whiterun just up the road. But first I'll need to put together the rest of my armor, and sell of the junk I took from those bandits.
4E 201, 22nd of Last Seed
I helped a merchant reclaim a stolen artifact from a bunch of bandits that had holed up in a Nordic ruin. I managed to reclaim it, but then I was surprised what secrets it unlocked. I had found a massive wall containing some long lost language, but one of the words seemed to echo to me. I think it said "force".
He seemed happy to get the thing back, and now I have to head to Whiterun.
4E 201, 23rd of Last Seed
I ran into a group of warriors, the Companions. Brothers and sisters in honor. I wonder if they would take a worker like me. Show me how to properly wield a weapon. Perhaps.
4E 201, 24th of Last Seed
Gods what a fool I was. I became blind in one eye and limped back to Jorrvaskr a wreck. I should've known some foolish worker like me could never be a warrior. I want to fight for my homeland, but how can I fight like this.
4E 201, 27th of Last Seed
It's strange. Even with one eye I've got this combat sense. Skjor says it might be my destiny to become a warrior. I'm still unsure, but for now I'll continue down this path.
They've inducted me into the Companions. All I had to do was retrieve a fragment of Wuuthrad. It felt like an honor to retrieve a fragment of such an iconic weapon.
But then I saw one of them, my Shield-Brother Farkas, transform into a werewolf. I'm not sure what to make of it, but he says only members of the Circle become werewolves. Will I be like that one day?
4E 201, 29th of Last Seed
It's amazing. The feeling flowing through my blood. Like that of a beast. I've become a member of the Circle, and in this I am also a werewolf. In truth I was hesitant to change my body, but to advance in the strength I need to protect Skyrim I must.
We went to a bandit hideout in honor of my initiation. It was supposed to go well, but Skjor was taken down. He believed in my potential the most, so this news is greatly saddening. In his honor, I promise many more will fall.
4E 201, 2nd of Heartfire
My heart weeps this day. The old man, Kodlak, was killed when the bandits attacked Jorrvaskr. I was taken with a member of the Circle to avenge him, purging them from Skyrim for good. I let loose the beast and fed upon all of them. I should be glad they are dead, but the foul taste still lingers in my mouth.
The funeral was today. It was a sad time. Worse yet he was not yet able to cure himself of the curse of lycanthropy. But there may be a way. With Wuuthrad in hand I shall carry my valor to Ysgramor's Tomb, and hopefully give his soul ease.
4E 201, 5th of Heartfire
Kodlak's spirit is free to pass on to Sovngarde. And my own has been purged of the beast blood. He named me Harbinger of the Companions, but I am not sure if I deserve the title. I still have much to learn. I will continue training, improving my talents, that one day I shall truly earn this respect.
4E 201, 8th of Heartfire
Many a sleepless night as I wonder if I really deserve it. Just a time ago I was but a worker, having traveled to Skyrim to make an honest living in my homeland. Much has happened, and I now watch over the Companions as their Harbinger. Fears circle through my mind of the ancient Nords who would look down upon me in shame, feeling my weakness. I realized I must prove myself to them.
I have decided my trials. I shall travel the lands of Skyrim and return my fallen brothers to their restful sleep. All throughout, Draugr wander the ancient Nordic tombs, their sleep unrestful. I will return their peace to them, and let them sleep once more.
I start my journey to the west.
4E 201, 10th of Heartfire
I begin my assault against the Thalmor to free my brother Nord. Those damned elves think they can lock up a Nord and get away with it? Wuuthrad will once again taste the warm blood of the elves!
4E 201, 13th of Heartfire
Today I learn of the identity of the Forsworn. They are the past native of The Reach that attack indiscriminately all over. I was put in Cidhna Mines because of their connections with Thonar Silver-Blood, and they've attacked me many a time during my travels as well.
If Skyrim is to be free once more, they must also perish with the Thalmor.
4E 201, 24th of Heartfire
I had a dream. I was travelling to somewhere, but where I cannot be certain. I traversed many a harsh land to get even an idea as to where I was going. I turned behind me, and I found countless men and women. Armed with our traditional weapons they looked towards me. I myself was wearing armor fitting of a Nord in the ancient times, like I am today. And as we travelled and travelled, we finally stopped. Ahead of us, countless friends and foes alike, strewn about in battle. It was at that time that I, and the people who followed me, knew exactly where we were going. We were going to Sovngarde. But just then, a massive black figure appeared out of nowhere, and it swallowed us all.
As I lay awake, my body dripping with sweat, I spent countless hours pondering the meaning of that dream, or what that battlefield ment. I fear it is a terrible omen for what is to come.
4E 201, 26th of Heartfire
My fears are coming true. The dragons are returning. One attacked outside of Whiterun, and although we managed to slay it, I cannot help but feel a terrible boding for what is to come. Why have they returned? and where did they go all this time.
But there is more. After I slayed the dragon, I somehow absorbed its soul. The guards say that I am Dovahkiin. Dragonborn. I've heard the stories told by my father from my youth, of the mythic Dragonborn hero and his quest to slay the dragons. I never would have ever dreamed I would become that hero.
Jarl Balgruuf says the Greybeards have called me to High Hrothgar. To such an honor, I am eager to complete.
4E 201, 10th of Frostfall
It has been many days since I last posted an entry into this journal. It feels as it I've never had the time to do so, as I've been scrambling about Skyrim seeking answers and not wasting a moment's time. As I write this, I am on a boat to foreign lands where my people once lived.
I faced Alduin two days ago, atop the Throat of the World alongside a dragon ally known as Paarthurnax. He was incredibly strong, and it took all of my, Mjoll's and Paarthurnax's strength to subdue him. But we could not kill him. Not here, in the mortal realm. Thus he left wounded. Paarthurnax said he would not be active for some time. It could be months before he returns again, fully powered.
I have taken some time to think myself. For the longest time, I have fought for the honor of my homeland. I have wielded weapons and armor of the ancient and long lived Nords of old, cutting down many of our foes along the way. Without their support, I could not get this far. But once I realized I was Dragonborn, a man with a destiny of his own to slay the mighty Alduin, thoughts began to arise within my head.
I am a strong and hardy Nord, but the power I wield is not one I forged myself. Up till this point I have been relying on the power forged by others. If I am to fulfil my destiny, I must do so with my own strength only. I can no longer rely on the gifts of the past to carry me through my journey, lest I be nothing but a pretender wielding the weapons and armor of another. As a Nord, and as Dovahkiin, I seek my own strength.
I head now to Solstheim, a land my people once called home. It is harsh and unforgiving outside the walls. This is the perfect place for me to hone my talents. When I return to face Alduin, I will return with nothing but my own power in tow.
4E 201, 2th of Frostfall
I've managed to reopen the mines. The locals say their lives will improve considerably, and I will be able to use the ore to craft this special Nordic armor. But there is more. I've heard from the smith about a rare ore called Stalhrim. Enchanted ice, it's called. Rare. If I could craft an armor out of it. I might find what I'm looking for.
I head to the Skaal village tomorrow. They seem to be the only ones who truly know of Stalhrim.
4E 201, 15th of Frostfall
When I got to their village it was almost completely empty, except for three of them who required total concentration for some sort of barrier. Then I found this odd stone near Raven Rock. Touching it put me in a trance, and I could hear someone's voice commanding me. A Dunmer in the lands has pointed me to the direction of a possible castle that might hold some answers, and so I go there to find out what plagues Solstheim.
4E 201, 17th of Frostfall
The source of these troubles lies with this "Miraak" person. Not only was he a Dragon Priest from the old times, but he was Dragonborn like me. His thu'um, however, far surpasses my own. Not only that, but I've found one of the books that Miraak derives his power from. Reading it sends me to Hermaeus Mora's realm, Apocrypha. I had hoped to find the end of the book, but I am indeed too weak. Before I can attempt again, I must forge further strength.
4E 201, 28th of Frostfall
Miraak is dead. He gained his power from Hermaeus Mora, a Daedric Prince. He was strong, but I have learned the art of forging Stalhrim Armor. It is strong, like Ebony. But there is still more that I need. I need to perfect it, and make it my own. I still have some time left. I'll remain in Solstheim for a while longer while I search for the last bit of strength I need to honor my brethren and my blood.
4E 201, 8th of Sun's Dusk
As I write this, I prepare to return to Skyrim. I have learned so much, and helped many people, both Nord and Dunmer, on the isle of Solstheim. I believe in the strength I've acquired, and I'm ready to return now. I still have a bit to learn in some places, but I've never felt so mighty in my life.
I think I'll return to Whiterun first, that I may share my stories with the members of the Companions, then I will return to my old life, and improve upon my Voice.
4E 201, 13th of Sun's Dusk
I had yet another dream. I was facing a terrible wave of enemies. First stood an army, yet they did not seek to fight me. They instead fought each other, and in their chaos I saw blackness fly from them, forming the darkness above which threatened to consume us all. I rushed in, and fought for my brothers, turning the tides quickly and swiftly, bringing merciful ends to many. Then I fought the blackness. It forced me back, but I challenged it well enough to scare it. No matter how loudly it roared, it could not avoid its destruction. The skies cleared and the men cheered. But then I saw a new foe in the distance. I'm not sure who it was, but I knew it must be defeated.
I know what I must do. It is time for the sons and daughters of Skyrim to reclaim what has been lost to us. I am stronger now. Wiser. With the blessing of Talos, I shall rescue our faith from those that stole it from us.
4E 201, 11th of Evening Star
It's finally over. After days and weeks and almost a month of fighting and killing, Skyrim now belongs to its true sons and daughters. The war is over, and Ulfric will await the moot, that he may be declared High King of Skyrim.
Now there is but one more foe I must defeat. Alduin, the World Eater. Paarthurnax has a way to find information on Alduin's current location by means of calling one of his followers, Odahviing. I'll trap him in Dragonsreach and interrogate him.
4E 201, 15th of Evening Star (Final Entry)
I've won. Alduin is dead. The world is save. The dragons still wander the world, but I may slay them all the same. I feel a sort of emptiness, even as I write this down. When the battle ended, I felt each of my bones grow heavier to my body. The greatest of the fighting has ceased, and so I rest my soul. I have done much in this time. I've fought many foes. There may be many more foes to face. But for now, I rest. I'm feeling tired now.
I have much to do, and much I hold value. There will yet be purity in my soul as I seek to settle down for the time being. But only for a time. There are yet many more battles to be had, and many more stories to be made. In time, my bones will regain their strength, and I shall raise a weapon once more.
Until then, My fate wanders aimlessly. I will meditate upon the Way of the Voice to find my next path. Hopefully I will understand soon.
