User blog:Assassin'sArt/Hjorvalin

4E 171, 18 Last Seed

Fifty years...fifty years spent roaming te woodland and ice-capped mountains of Skyrim. What to show for it? One good eye and a body riddled with scars. Old armor and less than tirty septims to my name. At least I still have da's sword..Hrunting..good steel, forged in the Skyforge te way he'd tell it, never failed me though.

4E 171, 19 Last Seed

I climbed up this cliff day before yesterday and broke camp. Great view of Whiterun and te valley from up here when the clouds part. I'm still below te tree line so teres plenty of wood for the fire. I think I'll stay here for awhile. Maybe mark it on te map. Te ruins of my ancestors are on te mountain opposite me, so close yet so far, its good its this way. As luring as te ancient places are, teres nothing but deat in tem.

4E 171, 21 Last Seed

Went down into te forest today to hunt, took down a buck from a tree. Broke its neck after I grabbed its antlers. I don't know what made me start writing, never kept a journal before. Seeing Skyrim from this particular cliff I realize I've never taken it all in. But maybe its just te age getting to me. Tis land is harsh. Mostly jagged mountains. If te cold doesn't take you the dragons will. Bastards. I've seen their graves, I've read the histories. Tey should be deat. One passed overhead last night, I woke up hearing te tump of its wings. All the trees around te camp groaned from the force..

4E 171, 22 Last Seed

Went to te stream today and bated. My braids were clinging to my helm when I took it off so I figured it was about time. I've decided to build a home here. Live out what few years I have left. Hopefully with time this place will mean something to others, wind up on a map, "Hjorvalin Hall," I like the sound of that. At least I'll have some legacy. Maybe write down some of my adventures. Te tings I've seen...

4E 171, 19 Evening Star

Its finished. Finally. Makes me proud to look on it. I nestled it nicely amongst te pines on te cliff. Its larger than Jorrvaskr but its still dwarfed by Tirsk Mead Hall. I met wit one of my contacts at te College and she agreed to come and magically inscribe a riddle in te dragon language and an enchantment upon te doors for tem not to open until its been solved.. "Tinvaak, fahdon, ahrk hav." "Speak, friend, and enter." The future for tis Hall is beyond my knowing, but I feel it will be important, because of tis I asked my contact to go inside and place wards upon the timbers to protect it against fire and rot. Tis place will stand for centuries and histories will mention the great deeds that were planned and people tat were housed here.

4E 171, 20 Evening Star

My friend from te College decided to stay and we spent the night drinking and feasting. One ting led to another and we ended up tumbling in te bed. She says she'd like to stay here wit me. I agreed. She mentioned adding an escape tunnel and basement to the Hall, tomorrow I'll see what can be done, but for now...she beckons...

4E 172, 16 Sun's Dawn

Tunnel's finished. Leads out near a clearing nestled in the mountains overlooking Riverwood. I don't think it can be seen or reached from below but it's possible to scale down from te area with some rope. I buried a chest before the only tree in the area wit some rope in it and marked the tree with a wolf's head, my symbol. Leya keeps reinforcing te Hall, and now te escape tunnel, with spells. I don't think even te Psijics could break in here at tis point. She is a Master Wizard after all.. I marked te entrance to te secret tunnel in te house by a small wolf's head carved on te tird timber on te right wall from te back. The timber is a little shorter tan te oters and can be pushed back allowing te wall on its right to be grabbed and pulled back. I put a handle on te inside too to close it after its been open.

I tink Leya is pregnant. She is starting to show.

4E 172, 25 Heartfire

A girl! A beautiful baby girl.. We decided to name her Mirabelle.. Mirabelle Ervine.. She looks more Breton tan Nord, but maybe thats a good thing, she'll have her mother's looks, if she looked like me she'd be doomed ha-ha.

When I saw te child's face I finally became content in tis life. I have a home, a wife, and a little girl. On tis day I hung up Hrunting. If I have a son someday, or a hero claims it, it will bring him good fortune, but until tat day it will rest upon the sword plaque behind my high seat.

4E 172, 2 Frostfall

Leya says my night terrors haven't stopped. She has spoke of tese since she decided to stay and has frequently asked me what plagues me. I can't tell her. If she knew..tere would be nothing between us anymore.. Even so, she asks me to write tem out if I will not speak of tem. It's past time I put to paper tese monsters to paper and rid myself of tem. After tey're done I'm going to bury tem in te chest in te clearing with te rope. I don't want Leya or Mirabelle stumbling upon tem and finding out who te one tey love really is.. Now...where to begin?


 * This is written from a Nord's view and although he wouldn't write with the wrong spelling I just felt like cutting out the h's when coupled with t's since Nords don't pronounce them. Try and keep that in mind when reading.*

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