FIRST ENTRY

I am called Wulf. At least that is the name I chose for myself when waiting in line to have my head lopped off. I thought it was better than appearing on the Imperial list as “Eye Dunno” or “Utel Me”, which were my first impulses.

That joyous occasion happened on Sundas, 17th Last Seed, 4E 201.

I awoke in a carriage I shared with several individuals that were being transported to Helgen for execution. I awoke with no memories. A blank slate on who I was, where I came from and what I was doing when scooped up and found guilty, without trial, of the capital crime of being in proximity of rebels.

A timely intervention of a passing dragon, something that was not supposed to exist according to those screaming around me, allowed me to escape.

Several days later, I discovered I was a “Dragonborn”.  I am a mortal blessed by Akatosh with the soul and blood of a dragon.

I awoke knowing the language of dragons.

I awoke with the ability to quickly master the Thu’um also known as “Dragon Shouts” or “The Voice”.

I awoke with superior skills in sword and bow.

I awoke knowing many powerful spells.

I awoke knowing nothing of who I was. I would swap all the rest in a heartbeat for that piece of information.

Dragonborn are supposedly placed on Nirn to undertake tasks on behalf of The Divines.

I find myself helping a young woman whose tragic tale pulls at my heartstrings. Her safety is now my priority.

Why do I have no memories or identity? Is it a requirement for, or consequence of, receiving Akatosh’s gift? Have The Divines deemed it a necessary evil for me to perform their tasks?  Evil it is! All sentient beings have a right to their identity, their family and their memories.

This journal is insurance against a time The Divines decide to blank out my life and memories again. I do not how and when, but eventually I will pass this journal onto knowledgeable men for safekeeping and perhaps one day it will jog the memories of a future me.

Perhaps it is not much hope.

Setting aside the dubious use as protection against further interference by The Divines, my deeds should be recorded. Not to glorify myself but to educate mortals on how The Divines manipulate and use us to ensure Nirn remains their domain and the inhabitants safe from Daedric persecution. These journal entries will allow the deeds and actions of both evil and good to be attributed to the right beings and for the right reasons. The inhabitants of Nirn have an intrinsic right to this knowledge. The Divines, no matter their intentions, have no justification for denying this right. They have no grounds for hiding my history from me.

The first few entries in this journal are written days after the events they depict. I will endeavour to write entries as close to the date of their occurrence as possible.

Wulf, Vilemyr Inn, Invarstead, Fredas, 22nd Last Seed, 4E 201.

2 thoughts on “FIRST ENTRY

  1. This time tomorrow night I will have been playing Rigmor of Bruma. Kept a profile moded up to what is needed and waiting outside the exit cave from Helgen for about two months now so you can understand my excitement in playing and reading Wulf’s journey. Thank you Mark.

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