LwE17

Dear Diary,

Arch-Mage Aren is, for a lack of better words…underwhelmed by our find in Saarthal. He barely paid me any mind when I told him about it. He seems to only be concerned if a student gets incinerated. Why would students get incinerated? What kind of school is this?

Wait…I am confused as to what kind of school this is. I came here hoping to be educated in magic, and so far all I’ve done is kill draugr, talk to ghosts, and deliver messages. This is what I already do! Thank Talos this college is free.

The Arch-Mage did reward me, though. He gave me a staff of magelight. I guess I’ll sell it since I already travel with a mage who could cast a magelight if I need it. I think I’ll make Marcurio carry it, too. He loves carrying things.

Wait…why did the Arch-Mage of the MAGIC COLLEGE just give me a staff that casts a magelight instead of teaching me the spell. Wouldn’t that make more sense? Giving me a staff was so lazy when you think about where we are. I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised. Savos did say that he had so much to deal with but was just sitting in his tricked out room reading a book. I hope I actually learn spells here.

Deeeeear Diary,

Marc and I are having so much fun at the Bannered Mare. The mead is flowing, the bard is barding, and the people of Whiterun are singing my praises with ‘Tale of Tongues’. It’s a good time for everyone.

Marc, short for Marcurio—his name is too hard to say after a few bottles of mead—is helping me to loosen up and not take everything so offensively. He thinks I’m too uptight and judgmental. He may be right, I’m afraid. But those traits also help me to be careful of people with ill intent, so I don’t want to loosen up too much.

Then this guy in the black robes walked in. My guard was up immediately, but he behaved quite jovially and benign. He approached me, introducing himself as Sam Guevenne, and challenged me to a drinking contest with some really strong brew he had with him. I was unsure, but the Nord in me wanted to win! He promised me a special staff of some kind if I won. I was intrigued, and hope this special staff wasn’t the one beneath his robe, if you know what I mean. I almost turned his offer down, but Marc pushed me, saying that I was acting like my old, stuck-up self.

"It irks me that you can’t wear the Crown of Barenziah."

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Dear Diary,

Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods! Look! Look what is happening! Vilkas and I are going on a date. And by date, I mean we are going to go murder some Silver Hand. That’s a good first date, right? I mean, he could have chosen anyone to go with him, but he chose me. There has to be reasons for that. I’m sure it’s my adorableness.

But, to be honest, we aren’t going on the best of circumstances. You see, when I returned to Whiterun with my bag of disgusting, bleeding, rotting, witch heads, the Companions were standing over dead Silver Hand members outside of Jorvaskr. When I went inside, things were a lot worse. Not only were all the pieces of everyone’s favorite, most un-useful, and old battle axe missing, but Kodlak had been killed. Our very own harbinger is no more. Everyone is extremely distraught. As am I.

But because of Kodlak’s death, I get to go on a date with Vilkas! I almost believe that Kodlak may have sacrificed himself for my happiness, but that sounds kinda narcissistic, so I won’t be repeating that to anyone.

When I entered Jorvaskr, Vilkas was there to greet me. And by greet me, I mean yell at me and blame me for not being there to protect Kodlak. I told him that I was doing an errand for Kodlak, because it didn’t seem that anybody else wanted to go collect witch heads. He loosened up on me after that.

And seriously, did they expect that if I was there that Kodlak would have lived? Do they put that much stock in my skill over theirs? Is it just because I’m Dragonborn? If everyone didn’t depend on me to do everything, and went out, and took care of some issues themselves, maybe they would have been in good enough shape to fight the Silver Hand off. Just saying. All I ever see anyone do is eat and mess around with the practice dummies. Not very productive, if you ask me.

Dear Diary,

I did NOT sign up for this! Holy crap, this is the scariest thing I’ve ever seen! I must be being punished. Kodlak was not happy when he learned that I was helping Aela with avenging Skjor’s death. So he sent me on an errand to go gather witch heads. Do you know what these witch heads do? They cure lycanthropy! Yes, cure it. Kodlak, and some of the others want to be cured.

I don’t get these people. They invited me into their inner circle and had me become a werewolf. They made it sound like a really good deal, too. Now, they are all blubbering about Sovngarde, and the blood lust, and blah, blah, blah, and want to be cured. Why did they have me become a werewolf in the first place, then?! Now, I don’t know if I should stay one. I don’t want to be the only werewolf. It’s not fun unless the rest of your friends do it, too. Ugh, what a nightmare.

And now I’m in a cave beheading witches that stand back up after decapitation, and just stay there. It’s so damn creepy. I just want to get out of here. Why did no one else have to collect witch heads? Everyone just assumes that the Dragonborn will take care of everything. My presence here makes all the other warriors lazy. I feel that I may be being taken advantage of. And not even in a fun way :(

I swear, if I don’t get a little somethin-somethin from a cute wolf boy for carting around all these damn witch heads I’m going to be really pissed.

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