---Last
Seed, 24th, 4E 201---
I
write this early in the morning. Farkas and I fought all through the
night at Dustman's Cairn. It turns out that Farkas and the other
members of the Companions' inner Circle are Werewolves! Not the
mindless and insane supernatural beasts that you hear stories about,
but men who can become powerful beasts, yet retain their faculties. I
must admit that I find such a thing appealing. Farkas used the form
of the beast to defeat a group of five warriors of the Silver Hand,
who seem to be Werewolf hunters at war with the Companions in secret.
The
Silver Hand were strong and well equipped. I found myself often
shooting around corners, healing myself, and even summoning the more
taxing of my conjurable creatures, the Flame Atronach that I
affectionately call "Betti". As always she fought hard for
me, but left me with little Magika after each summons.
Farkas
and I are exhausted. We have set up camp off of the road and plan to
trade watches until tomorrow morning, the 25th, when we will head
back to Whiterun. I have brought food enough for both of us, and
there is a stream nearby for water. If anything, I'm worried about
another attack by the Silver Hand.
In
my pack I have the fragment of Wuthraad, but that is not all that I
received in the halls of the ancient barrow. Deep within I discovered
another of the etched walls, and received power from it as I did the
wall in Bleak Falls. In my mind I see a word, "Yol", but I
know not what it means. I do, however, recall the dragon at the
watchtower saying it when he spat fire, and since defeating that
dragon, I understand that the power of the walls comes in the form of
words, and I understand the word I learned from the first wall,
"Fus", which means force. Must I kill another dragon to
glean understanding of this new power as well?
Where
did these walls come from? What do they have to do with my emerging
powers as the Dragonborn? Farkas cares not, and offers no opinion. He
is a man of actions, not words. There may be, in fact, no answer to
these questions that has withstood the test of time, but if answers
do exist, I'd like to find them. Perhaps the Greybeards have the
answers? Am I ready to answer their summons? I do not know.
I
also find myself reflecting on the final battle in the Cairn between
Farkas and I and a group of upwards of twenty undead, in the room
with the Word Wall. Never before have I fought so many at once, and
yet I found that I enjoyed the thrill. I blame my Nord blood.
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