I’ve recently been playing a lot of Skyrim and have fallen in love with the game. So much that the roleplaying side of me has begun to creep out. Weirdly I’ve never felt the urge to write a journal for any of my character’s in any other games before.
This game has made me do it. I’m not all that good at writing fiction though but I try my best, hope you’ll like it.
!WARNING! This is an actual dungeon in the game, if you don’t want to get spoiled don’t read it!
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Elder Scrolls Skyrim - Dakhnar’s Journal
Fredas, 10:46 AM, 9th of Frostfall
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Farkas and I traveled to Markarth and spoke to the Jarl, Igmund. He had an important quest for us. We had to acquire an ancient shield that had been passed down to him by his ancestors.
Apparently it got stolen by witches and they hid it away in a cave known as “Hag’s End”. We accepted Igmun’s request and headed out towards this cave in the wintery wasteland of the north.
When we arrived we noticed that the cave was out of reach, it was located at the top of a mountain. We had no choice but to walk around it to find a pathway. We encountered a few wolves and bandits on the way that weren’t any trouble for us. Farkas knows how to handle that new axe I gave him. I can see a smile on his face everytime he swings with it. He’s enjoying it.
We stumbled upon some ruins on our way to “Hag’s End”. Battling through some bandits we thought we’d take a look inside to see if we could find any treasures. I mean Igmund’s shield isn’t going anywhere.
These ruins looked stunning and very ancient. Tree roots spreading across the ceiling, torches and various writings and figures carved into the walls.
Apparently we encountered bandits whom were pillaging these ruins and the Draugr weren’t happy about that, they weren’t happy to see me and Farkas either. After a bit of hacking and slashing we found ourselves in a room that looked similar to a dining room.
Wooden tables and chairs, broken pots scattered across the floor. Corpses of foul oder and fresh blood from the bandits, they must have had an encounter here.
Moving along we stumbled upon a different room with ancient statues and altars. In each corner there was a stone altar with a lever which could be pulled out and below it was a stone carved face with an image of an animal at its mouth region.
In the middle of the room were four black coffins and stone figurines holding five unlit torches. Each torch pointing towards each corner of the room. We couldn’t go any further because the path was blocked by iron bars. In front of the iron bars was a pedestal with an old book on it. I carefully opened it and read:
“All four are bound to the same land as we. Some lay low, consumed in shadow, Others stand tall, stretching their necks to see. While none live in this sacred barrow, They all demand your attention if you are to proceed.”
Second page:
“The first fears all, The second fears none. The third eats what it can, preferably number one. The fourth fears the second, but only when alone. All must be activated in order, if you wish to go home.”
Farkas asked me about the book:
- “You understand anything about this? Seems all blurry to me.”
Farkas wasn’t the smartest of people.
- “Well, I’m no mage but I can clearly tell that this is some sort of puzzle or perhaps a trap. We’ll just have to figure it out.”
I patrolled back and forth observing the room, carefully examining the stone carved animal forms. There was an image of a fox, snake, wolf and bear. I started talking out loud:
- “We have a fox, snake, wolf and bear to work with. And the book’s first phrase stated, The first fears all.”
- “So that’s have to be the fox, right?”
I looked at Farkas and he just nodded silently.
- “Let’s give that a try.”
I went towards the altar of the stone carved fox and pulled the lever. One of the coffin doors opened and fell, out came a Draugr, charging us with its greatsword.
Farkas quickly unsheathed his axe and cleaved through the Draugr’s armor, its bones scattered.
- “Hey! Be more careful will you?”
- “Sorry, dear. Hmm, so if it isn’t the fox that fears all then it must be the snake?”
It’s got to be the snake, I mean I doubt the bear or wolf fears all. I walked towards the snake altar and pulled the lever. The torch facing the snake altar lit up. I smiled and looked at Farkas:
- “Good work, love.”
- “Next up is, The second fears none. Well, that’s easy, the bear of course.”
I went and pulled the lever at the bear altar and another torch lit up.
- “The third eats what it can, preferably number one.”
I pulled the lever by the fox altar and the last one by the wolf altar. All torches are now lit and the iron bars lowered. Farkas approached me and gave me a hug.
- “You’re so smart, I could never have figured that out.”
We went through the corridor and a spiral staircase went down below facing an iron door. We went through several similar rooms from before, encountering a few Draugr but no bandits, I guess they didn’t make it this far. Sounds of metal clinging echoed throughout the ruins.
We had reached the final room, in front of us was a coffin and a throne, nordic writing and carved figures on the walls behind, torches lighting the place up. An ornate ivory treasure chest beside the throne.
- “I smell more Draugr.”
- “Yeah, be on guard.”
As we slowly sneaked towards the throne, a crackling sound could be heard and the lid of the coffin flew open and a terrifying Draugr rised. His eyes were glowing in blue, fully armored in steel and holding an elven greatsword.
- “Careful Farkas, this one isn’t like the others.”
The Draugr Death Lord charged against me with speed I’ve never seen before. He knocked me down and was about to stab me in the chest. Farkas rushed at the Death Lord and cleaved through its chest but was not entirely effective. A few pieces of metal fell off but the armor was still whole. The Death Lord had an angry expression, unfocusing me and screamed towards Farkas:
- “Dolak Naak FUZ!”
A cold stream of frost came out of the Death Lord’s mouth and Farkas tried to withstand it but fell to his knees, shivering.
- “Ack.. ghnn..”
- “FARKAS!”
While the Death Lord kept spewing out frost I took a chance and chanted a Turn Undead spell. It took a while to channel since I’m not fully trained in Restoration.
- “Taasnah Draugr!”
Glowing rays of light shot out of my hand and flew into the Death Lord’s glowing eyes forcing it to its knees, rendering it stunned for a short period.
I hauled myself towards Farkas. The frost really got to him, his skin was turning pale blue and his breathing was heavy. I stripped a fur pelt off the wall and placed it gently onto his shoulders, clutching my arms around him.
- “Farkas, I’m here.”
- “…”
I unbuckled Farkas’ chest plate and lowered my hand onto his hairy chest. A yellow:ish sphere of gleaming light lit up the room and energy was flowing back into him. His skin turned back to its neutral color and his eyes slowly opened.
- “Dakhnar..”
I tilted my head forward and gave Farkas a kiss. Whispering:
- “Now get up and slice this Draugr bastard to oblivion.”
Farkas stood up, held his axe high and clenched his fists. The Death Lord awakened from its stunned state and saw Farkas rushing forward, screaming.
- “RRAAAAAAAAAH!”
The axe hit the tip of the Death Lord’s head and cleaved through its skull and armor, shattering it to the ground. Farkas dropped his axe and kneeled.
- “Nice work, darling.”
- “Couldn’t have done it without you.”




















