We really lucked out in finding this hunters home in the wilds. You may not know of this, but the housing market has really gone insane in Skyrim. Not that I have a shortage of gold, but still, being squeezed for even a medium sized house does not quite have the same allure as finding a home for free. It is vexing however that we were not able to save the original inhabitants. They seemed like they would make good friends to share a hunting tale or two with. Rayya, however, does not view things the same way, and unfortunately we cannot come to an understanding. She does not wish to stay at the house (which we have named Nyyriki) and returns to Falkreath.

With our party reduced to its two original members, Lydia and I return to Whiterun, after we take care of these Glenmoril witches. Kodlak will be pleased when I present him their heads.
However, things do not turn out as planned. Upon arriving in Whiterun, we make a gruesome discovery. The Silverhand have attacked Jorrvaskr in our absence and have managed to kill Kodlak and steal the fragments of Wuuthrad.



And just when he could finally find peace. I didn't know much of his plans, but he seemed to have find a way to rid himself of the werewolf blood inside him. If only I was here to defend him! Farkas seems to agree, for he has a very accusing look in his eye which I find very hard to meet.



At least there is some glimmer of hope. Vilkas knows where these bastards are hiding. Some den up North called Driftshade Refuge, somewhere South West of Dawnstar. We waste no time and hire a carriage to take us to Dawnstar. I do not want to waste any arrows or poisons on the way, nor do I want to be distracted from my revenge. Vilkas agrees and readily joins us. Unfortunately, we arrive in Dawnstar late, tired and hungry. Lydia cautions us not to rush to battle unprepared. It's hard to admit, but she is right. We stay at the Windpeak Inn for the night and leave at first light to Driftshade Refuge.



These Silverhand stand no chance against our combined fury.

We wiped the Silver Hand out. We searched every room and every corner and left none alive. But it is still not enough. Knowing that Kodlak's spirit is with Hircine instead of his beloved Sovngarde urges us straight back to Whiterun. There we can perform all proper funeral rites and plan our next step.



After the funeral, I speak with Eorlund. He takes the pieces of Wuuthrad that we recovered from the Silver Hand and requires me to get the last piece in Kodlak's rooms. I'm happy to oblige, but while I'm there I also find Kodlak's journal. After some soulsearching, I decide to read it. It may give us some clues to the method to free his spirit from Hircine.



The journal does not contain much in the way of information, but it seems the old man had me marked as the next Harbinger. I doubt that his trust was entirely justified, as I have given in to the Beastblood. Although, now I swear that I shall do whatever is in my power to follow Kodlak's last wishes.

After giving Eorlund the last piece of Wuuthrad, I meet with the Circle in the Underforge. There we convince Alea to honor Kodlak's wishes and head to Ysgramor.

We head to Ysgramor post haste. We travel as fast as possible, but still we only arrive at Winterhold at dusk.



To go tramping around in this frozen wasteland at night is a fools game, so we head to the inn to warm our bones and get a nights rest. At first light we head out to Ysgramor. The ghosts of dead Companions put us to the test before they let us approach Kodlak's shade.



Luckily, I have the heads of the Glenmoril witches with me. So we have the tools to cleanse Kodlak's spirit. Once we do, Kodlak declares me to be the new Harbinger (much to Alea's surprised envy). Seeing as Kodlak wanted to rid the Companions of this werewolf curse, I too cleanse myself of it. May Kodlak's spirit be at peace at Sovngarde for eternity.

Now that this ordeal is over, I can finally head to Riverwood to finally confront the dastardly coward who stole Windcaller's Horn.

It appears to be Delphine of the inn there. Apparantly, she is a member of some group called the Blades. Or so she claims. But she has an interesting story to tell. According to her, the dragons were long slain and are now being ressurected from the dead. She appears to think that the next one will be ressurected at Kynesgrove. We ride to inspect the site, when sure enough, that big flying bastard that torched Helgen comes along and resurrects a dragon. It goes down easy enough though.

My apologies. I haven't been keeping up with the story, but you're not missing much. Lydia and I have taken some time of from adventuring and are laying low (and chilling out) in Elsweyr. Talked to some Khajit in Falkreath and they were kind enough to let me on their caravan, back to the motherland.

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