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Blog entries by Kohlar the Unkilled

  1. Miraak... So much talk and posturing; appearing from thin air to steal the souls of dragons that were rightfully mine, then vanishing like a mudcrab in the reeds. Miraak, hiding from his destiny amidst infinite volumes of books tended by tentacled giants and sadistic floating librarians, mocking...
  2. Subjective ages have passed, though Jordis tells me it's been a shade under two years. She's been handling my affairs out there, in the world, whilst I've lived in utter seclusion at Heljarchen and the surrounding tundra. Had not my ineptitude in destruction magic repeatedly caused the...
  3. As I glance back in time through my writing in this journal, it occurs to me that I've been avoiding something of great importance out of fear. That something is the reason for my very existence. That "winged impossibility" from my first journal entry, and from my dreams, is real. Alduin is...
  4. We ravaged one another. There was a look in her eyes, an immediate understanding, and I must've had the same look. After some initial clumsy fumbling about, we wordlessly helped each other out of our armors and coupled right there on the cold of the stone floor. Even though we'd just met,...
  5. I've spent the last few weeks building upon the property I purchased in Falkreath hold, the aptly named Lakeview Manor. The general layout of the dwelling is now complete, with an entryway attached to a great-hall. Now all that remains to be done is the furnishing and decorating, which I have...
  6. Arngier says that my training is going well, yet his eyes show shades of apprehension. I sense that he fears what I might do with my power, now that it's becoming honed. Who would blame the man, after what Ulfric Stormcloak did to the High King, and Ulfric's acumen lies significantly below my...
  7. I dreamed of St. Alessia during the night, as I do most nights. She was clad in mail made from dragon's bones, while I resembled a great bull with my furs and horned Nordic helmet. We soared through the void on the backs of dragons, guided by the lights of Aetherius. I've seen this dream,...
  8. The first time that I saw Aela the Huntress, she and her companions were slaying a giant to which I struck the killing blow. This event set off a series of dreams within which I knew the Huntress intimately. This was not so, in waking life. Still, these dreams forced me to seek out Jorrvaskr....
  9. *** Lydia and I searched the White River for days, never finding the body of the fallen bandit chief. The river took us all the way to the Great and imposing city of Windhelm. The city wasn't long in making an impression. Two Nords were being openly belligerent to a Dunmer woman, for no...
  10. *** I write this tonight from within a troll cave. The Bandit leader of Valtheim towers is dead, the one with a bounty on his head. Apparently he fell to his death attempting to snipe Lydia before we even entered the towers. After slaughtering his feeble party and harvesting their loot, we...
  11. *** I burst through the Jarl's longhouse door, resplendent in blood. All were silent as I strode with the poise of a bull up the stairs, toward Balgruuf the waiting. Sven slipped in like a mouse through the crack of the closing door. According to Sven, my eyes went white after absorbing the...
  12. Fredas, 22nd of Last Seed I could fill a volume of books with all that's happened over the past days, if I had the patiencs for so much writing, which I do not. I compose this entry from my newly acquired house Breezehome. It needs work, yet will serve for storage and sleeping. Since the...
  13. This is the first entry into the journal of the reincarnated Kohlar. Turdas, 19th of Last Seed: Here I sit in the Bannered Mare, unparching my throat with cheap ale, with a funny looking Nord named Sven standing over me. I've arrived in Whiterun, a city I've only heard about. Though...
  14. A great golden dragon radiant like the sun, seeded my dreams with images that I experienced as memories. Impossible memories. First, I saw myself as I was when I was younger, standing aside a fallen man in red robes at the top of a mountain. Silas Vesuius. Silas the maniac at the shrine of...
  15. Miraak... So much talk and posturing; appearing from thin air to steal the souls of dragons that were rightfully mine, then vanishing like a mudcrab in the reeds. Miraak, hiding from his destiny amidst infinite volumes of books tended by tentacled giants and sadistic floating librarians, mocking...