Valkrig's Journal
Entry 1:
Skyrim beckoned. And I answered it's call. It showed me pain, and also fellowship. Trough those, I have found a sliver of greatness. I've never been as tired, as I am tonight.
This morning, I went to Jorvaskrr for my third task in becoming a companion. I was to speak with Farkas, who told me of a scholar that spoke to the companions about a piece of Wuulthrad, said to be housed in 'Dustman's Cairn'. I traveled with Farkas to this place. Inside we found members of the 'Silver hand'. By pulling a lever, I opened a gate. And another closed me in. With me out of the equasion, these Silver Hands saw fit to attack Farkas. Cornered and alone, you would think he stoudn't a chance. You would be wrong. He called upon his . . gift, curse, no matter what you would call it. In battle it is more of a gift.
It seems as though all things are twofold. Good and bad. But I digress.
Farkas was a were wolf, as it turned out. He was more calm about it than me. But he shrugged it off. Leaving me bewildered. He explained that the Silver Hand exists to kill werewolves, and are thus a sworn enemy of the Companions. I would ask the Silver Hand why they do what they do, but they answer with steel. Or, silver, I should say. They wield silver swords, the silver works well against all dark manner of beings. I took a silver greatsword to my liking, leaving my iron one behind me. Another unthought battle. Why we fight does not matter. The apparent rule of this world, and these lands in particular, is that blades are answered with blades. A fight, a challenge, must always be answered. So they say.
I prefer the peace of the wilds. But the glory of battle beckons. As skyrim beckons, and always will.
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So yeah, I thought it'd be cool to start a journal about what my character does in skyrim. Wish I'd started from the beginning of the game.
Comments, criticism?
EDIT: Oops, spelling error in the thread title ;P