2 Thunsheer 835

(Sigurd)
I’m happy we have joined the Riders on the Storm. I think we have a fighting chance now. Of course, I don’t know how much stronger Isi.. Isla… Isku… his mum is going to be. Davinara seems worried. I say no need, these Dragonhunters know their shit, they’ve found was to get and keep them grounded. And their all Kordist… good, honorable people, cut from the right tree. I like them.

After days we track the momma down. Scouts and the priest do these work. Then we run up the tree. Khajit can climb trees as fast as he can run over the plains. Much faster than I can, but then he has to catch his breath for a minute. He’s still a lazy cat.

It’s a big fight, we climb up, tangle her wings. She breaks free, breathes poison, bites, claws, bitch-slaps us with her wings. All the while we attack, we follow-up and some of us die. About 15 of us. But then the priest shoots a magic bolt, there’s a flash, and the momma dies. Kord is great.

We go and find her lair, it takes hours but it’s worth every minute. There’s a sword that’s so sharp, it falls through anything. The others are more interested in the boat, Davinara wants the ring.

No one cares that I taken the sword. It felt like I had to align with it, so I did. I’m glad it doesn’t speak, I’m getting tired of everyone speaking in my head. It used to be just Khajit. Now it’s Davinara as well. It’s never quiet in my head now. It’s times like these when I miss my old job. Simpler times.

Now to find that blink dog that took my dad’s hammer. Oh and take Uthemar to Uthodurn. I haven’t opened the bag, but I bet he reeks now.