Since the last time I have written many things have begun to take shape. It seems I have a knack for getting myself into matters that should not involve me in the first place. My misgivings must be put on hold for now because with many of these things I am involved with, there are innocent lives at stake. When I first visited High Hrothgar, I do not know what I expected, but it certainly was not the deepening sense of dread I feel in my heart. With every step I take forward in this quest as the Dragonborn, there seem to be more elements coming together.
When I went to Ustengrav, the final resting place of Jurgen Windcaller, I could not have guessed that someone would have beaten me to his horn. I entered his burial chamber and found only a note telling me to meet this mystery person in Riverwood at the Sleeping Giant Inn. I asked for the attic room like the note said, but the Innkeeper, Delphine, told me there was no attic room. I reluctantly took the next room she offered, but she followed me in and revealed herself as the one who took the horn. I could have clobbered her right there, but she lead me to a secret room where she explained what was going on. She is a member of a group of people who slayed dragons lead by whatever dragonborn was around at the time. She said they had been searching for someone like me for a long time. Are there really more people out there like her, waiting for me to lead the charge into battle? Is this even something I feel ready to tackle head on?
Delphine recaptured my attention when she told me dragons were not just coming back, but that they were coming back to life. On top of that since she had the Dragonstone, (yes, she was the woman with Farengar when I returned with the Dragonstone), she knew where all of the ancient burial mounds were and which one would be brought back next. We practically sprinted all the way from Riverwood to Kynesgrove, just outside of Windhelm. By the time we got there, it was already happening. The same black dragon from Helgen was there circling overhead until at last he spoke a few words and the full skeleton of a completely different dragon emerged from the burial mound. Right before me, the flesh and sinew came together to make this beast fully alive again for the first time probably in thousands of years.
The big black dragon wheeled off, presumably to the next burial mound, so Delphine and I were tasked with bringing down this recently resurrected dragon. This dragon was different because instead of fire bursting from his gaping maw, it was a shocking icy blast. We were chilled right to the bone, but we persisted and finally managed to fell the terrible beast. Delphine looked on in amazement when I absorbed the dragon’s soul; it was as if the scales fell from her eyes and she could finally see me for what I was. She admitted that she had no earthly idea where these dragons were coming from or who was responsible, but her suspicion is with the Thalmor. The Thalmor are a group of High Elves whose job is to make sure Skyrim stays in line with the Empire and the Aldmeri Dominion. In other words, they make the rules and enforce them, whether we like it or not. Delphine believes that if we can break into the Thalmor Embassy near Solitude, we could find some answers.
While Delphine searches for a way to get into the Embassy, I have been keeping myself busy. I finally returned the Horn of Jurgen Windcaller to the Greybeards and was officially welcomed into High Hrothgar as the Dragonborn. Then I traveled to stronghold near Riften, to speak with the leader of the Dawnguard. The Dawnguard are a group of Vampire killers, and they need all the help they can get. I have been tasked with finding out why a group of vampires attacked the Hall of the Vigilants, hunters of all things supernatural, and discovering their end goal. It seems that they are looking for something in a place called Dimhollow Crypt. As foreboding as that name sounds, I will accomplish this task.
I hope to find peace in the midst of all these troubles soon. I will rest tonight in Whiterun with my husband and child to set my mind at ease before setting out tomorrow.