Dragons. Why is it always dragons?

Another day. Figure I should head north to the larger city up there, Whiterun. Maybe I can learn more about this FUS word. FUS! It's kinda fun to say.

FUS!


Anyway... found the road north, but stumbled into ANOTHER cave full of bandits. How many bandits does this place have? Anyways, killed them all, took their stuff. There was a nice cooking fire, made some delicious stew. Mm. Stew. Found Whiterun. They almost didn't let me in, but I convinced them I was there to report about the dragon attack, which is technically true. So I went to find the Jarl (I guess it's what they call lords or whatever up here) and tell him what I knew. It wasn't much, but he appriciated it. He's kinda hot...


Ahem.

So, he took me to talk to his mage about the dragon, apparently the guy was studying them or something. He asked me to find something called a dragonstone, which I already had gotten from that barrow I learned FUS in. Apparently the rock WAS good for something.

After that, I was thinking about bedding down for the night, except a guard came running in with a report that the damn dragon was over by the towns western watchtower. Ass. Stupid dragon. The Jarl asked me to help, since sadly I had the most practical experiance with them... despite that experiance being about five minutes of running away.

So, the guards and I went out to the watchtower... at first, all we saw was a beat up watchtower, and some fire around it, then sudden DRAGON!

Note to self: Standing in front of the dragons mouth is not a good thing. Singed fur is not good, and OH GOD TEETH!

Eventually, we managed to kill it. Amazingly, none of us died. Went over to investigate... wait, why is it glowing? Why is there freaky energy coming off it towards me?!


Woah... felt like I blacked out for just a second, but still standing. All that's left is dragon bones, some guy is babbling about me being something called Dragonborn, and my head hurts... there's something different about the wierd word I learned...


FUS!


Oookay, apparently I can now shout it and it projects this wave of force... hence fus meaning force I suppose. Right when I was getting back to the town gates, there was this sound like a huge thunder noise, and this booming voice... don't understand what that means. Maybe the Jarl knows?

Got back to the Jarl. Still cute.

He's saying something about me being Dragonborn too... and apparently that noise was something called Greybeards summoning me... apparently they study something called the way of the voice, which has to do with FUS and it's language. And he's naming me Thane? And giving me his axe? (Too bad that's not a euphemism, I certainly wouldn't protest.) And I have... a housecarl? Fighter servant? This is just too much...


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Damn, yesterday wasn't a dream. I was almost hoping. Apparently these Greybeards live somewhere called High Hrothgar? Waaay far away. Going to have to hire a cart.

Bluh... can't sleep in bouncy cart. Finally got to place called Riften, closest place cart would go. Guards tried to shakedown for me to get into the damn town. Does not bode well.

Boarding house? Damn, for local workers. Probably for the best anyways, the owners niece is a total bitch. Tried to get me to help her shame her aunt for worshipping Dibella and sleeping with three men in the last month. Would have given her lighting to the face if I thought I could get away with it. Bitch. Found another inn though.

Next morning, left town. Heading along the road east, I walk by these old keep remains, and MORE FUCKING BANDITS. Kill them all, AGAIN. Lydia is pretty good in a scrap.

Found more barrows on the way there. Learned more funny words. Don't do anything if I shout them, though. One of the barrows was pretty entertaining. This dark elf woman's diggers apparently ran off from the couple of undead. Helped her get into the inner chamber, and she ran in shouting about how the treasure was all hers. Set of a trap, went squish. Moron.

Phew... at the foot of the mountain. Small town here. Yay, an inn! Apparently people do some kind of pilgramage to High Hrothgar. Huh. Sleep.


Morning. Long day ahead of me. I guess them calling this climb the seven thousand stairs isn't a metaphor. Brrr. Cold up here. Ack! Troll! Kill!

That's a gloomy looking castle. So these are the Greybeards, huh? Shouted FUS at them since the wanted to 'taste my voice'. Then they taught me another word that goes with FUS. Apparently FUS is force, but with some other words it becomes unrelenting force. Apparently these 'shouts' are made up of three words. The second one is RO, which means balance. They also taught me WULD, whirlwind, which lets me zip forward super fast! This is actually pretty cool. They want to test me? Find some horn of their founder. Huh.