Darrien Riuki Journal Two: Ancestral Gifts

• Posted by The Shadow December 18, 2011 - 907 views
  As I write this I'm sitting in Sleeping Giant Inn with a bottle of ale on the table next to me whilst listening to Sven play the lute and watching Embry do a weird dance. If it weren't for the return of the dragons I would settle down here without a moments pause. After arriving in Riverwood Sven asked for some help with delivering a forged letter to his beloved. I did it straight away, but now I wish I had read it first for now Camilla (the woman Sven fell for) hates a bosmer named Faendal. I quickly ran to the forge before I could cause any more trouble and helped Alvor. I sold him all that I made and started chopping some wood for Hod. The second day I went exploring, coming back just in time for dinner. I sold all I had collected to Orgnar and bought an ale and some food. So here I am, drinking and listening. Yet there is something else, a weird feeling in my head. It must be nothing, after all I'm sure I didn't catch any diseases. Maybe I'm just tired. I've had another one of my visions. Once again I was in the body of the black dragon, but this time there was another one. I was talking to him in a strange language. I had no idea what I was saying, but one word was unmistakable, Whiterun. That was when I woke up. I packed up all my stuff and put my armour on. I guess I can't put it off any longer. I have to warn Baalgruf. Maybe he'll know what to do. If not I'll have to find it out myself, and with my gift of insight I might just have the means to do it. When I see my mother again I'll have to thank her for my heritage because without it I wouldn't know what to do.