Morndas 31st of Last Seed, 4E 201
An old woman has died by my hand, a woman who ran an orphanage. I did it because a child begged it of me, telling me stories of abuse. I did not set out to do it, imagining the child exaggerating his plight but I went to the orphanage and saw the child was right. The children were fed only once a day, mocked, ridiculed and hurt. There is no telling how much pain this woman caused to these children and they called her Grelod the Kind,out of some dark humour. I waited until darkness and struck then, leaving little trace of the deed. I returned to the child and told him the task was complete. He thanked me and then thanked the Dark Brotherhood. He believes I am one of them.
Speaking of the Dark Brotherhood, a third assassin came for me today while I was alone on the road. He was quick but I was stronger and after a quick fight he lay dead. I am still no closer to finding out who has employed them to kill me.
The roads have become more dangerous since this war begun. Bandits have grown bolder, setting up camps on the roads themselves knowing soldiers are too preoccupied to deal with them. I even encountered a group trying to poach a mammoth. Poor fools were killed by the mammoth quickly. I can only imagine that desperation led them to that.
Though a minor event, it has had a profound effect on me. If I am to defeat the dragons I need every skill at my disposal. This has led me to seek out the Thieves Guild in Riften. The Guild is nothing like the legends I heard about, really just a lot who feel sorry for themselves. We are in a time where survival is all about having a variety of skills at your disposal. To learn these skills I must break the law.
Before I joined the Guild, I had to go through a few tests to test my skills, one of which was to make it to the gang’s hideout without coming to harm. I managed to do this but there were some close calls where I almost failed. The hideout itself is in the sewers, the Guild being nothing more than opportunists. They need to be changed but first I have an urgent matter to attend to.
Middas 2nd of Heartfire 4E 201.
I found Jaree Ra the Argonian, who had instructed me to extinguish the lighthouse flame and then tried to have me killed. He was based in a cave with his Black Maurauder friends. Of course, being the coward he is, Jaree Ra sent the Maurauders after me first but my anger was so relentless I dispatched them one by one. Only one of the Marauders gave me a real fight, I guess their captain.
Jaree Ra eventually charged me but he was too weak to overpower my rage and I will not lie when I say I took great satisfaction in the moment before I killed him, seeing the fear in his eyes. I crushed his skull and he fell at my feet. Not only did I avenge myself but I feel I avenged those dead sailors. I hope they have found peace.
Fredas 4th of Heartfire 4E 201.
For the past 2 days I have been investigating murders around Windhelm. All the victims were young women, such a waste. I took it upon myself to patrol the streets tonight to find whoever was committing these acts. I may come across as a hypocrite for I have killed myself, but I try not to kill innocent people. These women were murdered for no real reason. I made some mistakes during the investigation which led to the death of another woman, a blame I will carry on my shoulders. However, the murders are now at an end and the killer shall never strike again. It seemed he was trying to practice necromancy, a foolish and dangerous endeavour especially in Skyrim, where Nords do not practice even basic magic often.
I thought that would be the end of my eventful day but as I came to write this a courier gave me a note. He could not describe the author of the message bar telling me he wore a dark hood. I have just opened it in the privacy of my rented room. It has a black handprint with the words “We know” written underneath.
Loredas 5th of Heartfire 4E 201.
Today I hunted a dragon. There were rumours around Windhelm that one was dwelling in the mountains nearby so I decided I would have to look for myself, to see if the rumours were true. I gathered provisions for the journey and headed for the mountains. It was a clear day, though a deep chill was in the air and as I journeyed up the mountain slowly. I listened for any sound but for a time I heard and saw nothing. Nearing the top I believed I had wasted my time and was about to turn back when I heard it. A huge roar shook the ground and then a shadow appeared in the sky.
I barely had time to dive out of the way as it fired ice at me. My warhammer would prove useless here so I took my bow and some arrows, which I tipped with poison, and fired towards the beast. Many missed as the dragon flew around but a few met their mark. They just served to infuriate the dragon. I knew I had to make the dragon land, so I started retreated down the mountain path, which would be obscured by the high walls making it difficult for the dragon to get me from the air. My plan worked and the beast landed. I took the warhammer off of my back, facing off, ready for battle.
It is time to see the Greybeards.
Sundas 6th of Heartfire 4E 201
Today has been intense. I have made it to the Greybeards though the journey itself was perilous. To get to High Hrothgar, the Greybeards home, I had to climb The 7000 Steps, though many of them have worn away from so much use over the eras. It was not an easy journey with wolves, wraiths and trolls all blocking the path. There were even some pilgrims who prayed at the small shrines on the steps and I learnt some things from them about High Hrothgar.
I reached High Hrothgar at dusk, the scene looking impressive with all of Skyrim at my feet. I was met by the Greybeard Arngeir, who told me that he and the other Greybeards would show me the Way of the Voice. When I arrived there were only 4 Greybeards, though I was told there is ia fifth who lives at the summit of the Throat of the World. Only those who master the Voice can reach him. I also noticed that Arngeir was the only one who spoke, learning that the others were so powerful that even a whisper from them could kill me. So much power here.
We wasted no time in starting the training and the powers were surprisingly easy to learn. The Greybeards were astonished, Arngeir telling me it had taken years for them to learn what I had in a few hours. I can feel the power coursing through my body but I must not let it overwhelm me.
The Greybeards have now given me a task to find the Horn of Jurgen Windcaller as part of my training. It will be done.