16th of Evening Star, 4E 201
“You have it, the Kel, the Elder Scroll. Tiid kreh…qalos. Time shudders at it’s touch. There is no question, you are doom-driven. Kogaan Akatosh. The very bones of the earth are at your disposal. Go then. Fulfill your destiny. Take the Elder Scroll to the Time-Wound. Do not delay. Alduin will be coming. He can not miss the signs.”
I looked at Farkas and he nodded at me with encouragement. I nodded back, and stood in front of the Time-Wound, with my husband behind me. I took a deep breath and opened the Elder Scroll in front of the Time-Wound, and watched three Nord heroes, Hakon, Felldir and Gormlaith in a battle against Alduin. Gormlaith mentioned “THEY did not have Dragonrend” and my ears perked up. Dragonrend, I repeated in my head and I watched even closer. “JOOR…ZAH FRUL!” they shouted in unison. I repeated it in my head. Dragonrend. The reenactment of the battle ended, and there he was above me - Alduin the World-Eater.
“Bahloki nahkip sillesejoor. My belly is full of your fellow mortals, Dovahkiin”
12th of Evening Star, 4E 201
The Dwemer ruins of Skyrim are full of perils and wonders; I have never seen any place, above ground or underground, as beautiful yet as horrifying as Blackreach. It was tedious enough trying to get through Alftand as it was, but when I opened the massive double doors to Blackreach, I sighed with awe at it’s immense beauty, but it was not the time or the place for tourism.
I pressed the buttons in the correct order and watched parts of the giant sphere rotate and then out of the centre appears an emerald sort of pod and it opened to reveal my prize - the Kel, the Elder Scroll. I walked on top of the sphere towards the centre, my breath and hands trembling. I picked it up by the ends and examined it in my hands. I was holding a piece of history and the answers to defeating Alduin the World-Eater.
After leaving the tower and returning to Winterhold, I went straight to the Inn, guessing that my husband would be there waiting for me. I saw him sitting in the corner with a tankard of mead and a plate of warm, home-cooked food. He heard me walk in and walked over to me, eyes smiling.
“Looks like you came back in one piece, my dear”. He looked me up and down, and kissed me. I hugged him tightly.
“Did you get what you went in for?”
“Yes. I know what needs to be done now.”
“That’s great, love. Here, I’ll get you some mead and some food.”
He showed me to where he was sitting, and smiled at me as he went to the bar to get me a plate of delicious home-cooked food and a large tankard of mead. I put the recent and the future events behind me, and savoured the moment…
11th of Evening Star, 4E 201
A crazy old man named Septimus Signus who lives in an outpost north of Winterhold under the ice told me that the Elder Scroll, the kel, was deep within Blackreach. To get there, I would have to go through the ruins of Alftand, and indeed, it would be a perilous journey for no one knows what lies in there. Farkas begged to come with me and have my back the whole way, but I told him I didn’t want to have to carry him on the back of Ally, my horse. Instead, he escorted me to Winterhold.
“You better come back in one piece.”
“Haha don’t worry, love, I intend on coming back alive. Gods be praised.”
He held my hands close to him and leaned in towards me and kissed me. “I’ll be waiting for you here, my love.”
I slowly walked down the path under the archway at the College bridge entrance and looked back to see my husbands’ dark eyes still set on me as I walked in the snow.
A wonderful painting of my husband. Many thanks to the artist. You really captured him ;)
The past few hours have been almost as much as a blur as that day at Helgen. One minute, I am returning to the Shrine of Talos in Markarth to Eltrys with evidence of the Forsworn in the city, and the next, I’m in a jail cell in nothing but the same sort of prisoner garb I woke up in at Helgen. Everything taken from me, including my wedding ring, save one thing - a bottle of Skooma. A small bottled substance goes miles around here. I got the information I needed from Madanach behind the Forsworn attacks, and after I allured the bastard for information, I conjured a sword and sliced his neck ear to ear and escaped.
Stepping outside finally and breathing in the night air was a pleasing feeling after finding myself locked underground and being told I would never remember the sunshine or the night sky. All I could think about was escaping and returning home to Farkas.
Apparently no one escapes Cidhna Mine. Well, citizens of Skyrim, someone has.
Sundas, 15th of Suns’ Dusk
Mara had seen me coming, apparently. A priestess at the Temple of Mara in Riften asked me to act as an agent of Mara and in her name, aid a few certain individuals in Skyrim with their troubles with love.
There was one last mission, and that was helping a woman named Ruki become reunited with her husband Fenrig. She stood alone at Gjukar’s Monument, where the Great War was held hundreds of years ago. What in Oblivion was she was doing there by herself? I initially thought. But as we approached the monument, it turns out she was a ghost. And then I asked myself, why hasn’t she and her husband gone to Sovngarde to join all the other Nords? Was it their strong love for each other that, until it was satisfied, prevented them from their journey to Sovngarde and they would remain incomplete without one another?
I told Ruki I would find Fenrig for him. He wouldn’t be far from the Monument, and as it turned out, he was near a familiar site - Dustman’s Cairn.
“Dustman’s Cairn is over there, honey. Bring back any memories?” I asked Farkas.
“Yeah. Terrible ones, dear.” He said smiling.
Farkas pointed out a bluey glow slightly east of Dustman’s Cairn. “Is that him there?”
“Yes, who are you?”
“I’m Hildur and this is my husband, Farkas. Your wife is looking for you.”
“Ruki? If she’s come this far, it must be important. Where is she?”
“Gjukar’s Monument, a good distance away from here.”
“Will you take me there? I have to get back to camp before sunrise. Lead the way.”
I went along with the little, I don’t know what to call it, game, I suppose, about the battle, the bodies. Farkas looked at me. “Camp?”
“He’s a ghost from the battle hundreds of years ago. Gjukar and his men camped here. Just go along with it, darling. I am.”
Fenrig saw Ruki by the monument. He looked at me and I nodded to him and whispered, “She’s come a long way for you, Fenrig. Go on, go with your wife to Sovngarde.”
“Thank you, Hildur, and thank you, Farkas.”
He walked up to her and they faced each other and spoke about how much they missed each other. I felt a couple of tears fall down my cheeks and I sniffled softly. Farkas turned his eyes to me. “Oh, shut up”. I said, and put my head on his shoulder one arm around his back, and my other around his right arm, and we watched Ruki and Fenrig ascend above on their journey to Sovngarde.
She rode through the trees, slumped and hurting on her stead, red hot with fury. Everything belonging to her ached; her head, her back, her heart, nearly everything she could point out on a physician’s anatomy map. Though long ago, she had stopped cursing the Gods and began looking for other…
This was definitely a memorable day indeed. Aela said that she needed help in finding the Totems of Hircine and that she would be honoured if I came with her in finding said totems. I gladly agreed to go, and I’m happy I did. I didn’t think Aela was one for research and reading; I thought Vilkas was more into it.
I thoroughly enjoyed spending time with Aela and adventuring around Skyrim and going on a hunt. No day is the same in Skyrim - there is always another dragon attack, more draugr to kill and for me, another Thu’um to learn.
I felt bad for killing Grelod the Kind, or well, Grelod the Mean and Nasty. The guilt weighed itself down in my stomach. I couldn’t eat, even if it was a nice meal from my husband. Okay, so the fact that an old hag gets butchered in her own orphanage is going to spread like wildfire around Skyrim soon enough. But I guess those poor children will be a lot happier now that she’s out of the way. I couldn’t bear to see how badly she treated them. Unfortunately, this was something I couldn’t talk myself out of. I prefer to scare my victims into submission and know that they’re not going to cause trouble again, rather than just deal with them at the point of a knife. From this, I’m going to avoid all contact with the Dark Brotherhood at all costs. That Aretino kid… by the Gods, he creeps me out.
I found that there was a horse for sale in Whiterun and I went an asked about it. It was a beautiful dark brown mare. The man said she was about 6 years old. Her deep, black eyes smiled at me as I stood in front of her.
“7000 gold? I’ll take her” and handed over the gold in a heartbeat. I brushed my hands through her mane. She’s such a beautiful horse. Animals just seem to understand the pain you feel instantly and know what is wrong. They don’t question you or bite back or treat you wrong.
I put one of my feet in a stirrup and lifted myself into the saddle. A good ride around the hold would surely clear my head.