Skyrim - Dragonborn

20th of Last Seed

The journey to Whiterun was unremarkable, besides the landscape. The sun was rising over the plains as they unfolded before me. I mostly just followed the river north till the road split off.

There was a giant - a real giant! - terrorizing some poor farm. A group fo heavily armed warriors were fighting it off, though, and they had downed the creature before I even got to them. The leader of the group, Aela the Huntress, was a bit snarky to me, but still tried to get me to join her guild - The Companions. I told her I wasn't interested, and she said, "If you think you're better than us, go talk to our elder Kodlack Whitemane." Miss, I said I wasn't interested...

The city itself is bustling and quite dense. In the markets I met a woman running a produce stand, named Carlotta Valentia. She told me of a bard named Mikael who was harassing her, so I went to speak to him. It seemed the only thing a woman could do to get him to listen was to beat it into him. Needless to say, he won't be bothering Camilla or her daughter anymore.

Finally, I reached Dragonsreach (after passing a very, very loud priest of Talos) (isn't that outlawed?) and spoke to the Jarl. He gifted me some very nice steel armor for my troubles, but swiftly roped me into talking to his wizard, a somewhat pompous but scholarly nord named Farengar.

He wanted me to go to Bleak Falls Barrows - the very same that Lucan mentioned! - to retrieve some old stone tablet called the Dragonstone. A map of ancient dragon burial sites. He's researching the dragons to help potentially stop them.

So I travelled back towards Riverwood. It didn't take long to get there, and the bandits guarding the place were quick work with the bound sword spell Farengar sold me.

The crypt was dank and crawling with undead and skeever. Thankfully I don't think I've contracted anything from the journey.

The claw was on the person of one Alvor the "Swift" - he didn't get far after trying to trick me. To think he almost died from that giant frostbite spider that I saved him from, and he still had the gall to doublecross me. Oh well.

Now the Dragonstone was held in this huge cave-like chamber, with the body of what can only be one of the ancient dragon priests Farengar mentioned. Nearby there was a great stone wall with strange inscriptions on it. One of the words seemed almost to reach out to me...

I had no time to waste, though, so no time to try to understand what just happened to me. I made my way back to Riverwood to return the claw. Lucan and Camilla were so grateful, they let me sleep there for the night.

No sooner than I had given the Dragonstone to Farengar did the housecarl burst in saying a dragon was attacking the western watchtower and I was needed (being the only one there who'd had any sort of lived experience with dragons at all).

The dragon had almost completely destroyed the tower, and taken two guards for his lunch. We fought hard to kill that beast - I almost died, and all I saw was Helgen. But eventually, it fell from the sky, and the flesh burned itself away to bone. Then the strangest thing...

Some sort of power, or soul, eminated from the corpse of the dragon and was absorbed by me.

Some of the guards I fought with said I'm the Dragonborn. I'm not sure what that means for me, but I picked up a book about the Dragonborn in Helgen. I can read it on my travels...

On the way back to Dragonsreach, I heard voices like thunder tearing down from the Throat of the World - they shouted, "Dovahkiin."

Jarl Balgruuf called it a summons and told me I should go to High Hrothgar, the Greybeards' hall. They are masters of the Voice, some mystical dragon power that the Dragonborn can use without training. Perhaps they can answer my questions.

While by the watchtower ruins, the guards told me to use the Voice. I wasn't sure what they meant. I reached within myself. The strange wall in the Barrow came to mind, and that word intermingled with the power I drew from the slain dragon. It welled up within me, gathering in my throat. Before I really knew what it was, I Shouted,

"Fus!"

A wall of sound burst from my Voice, and the very air buckled under its force. The guards in front of me stumbled and dust swept the grass away. The power surged through me and into my Voice, and as the word left my mouth, it waned.

I'll need to do some research, search for books on both Dragonborn/dragons, and the Civil War.