Now then! On to better things!
Retrieving the Horn of Jorgen Stormcaller, for the Greybeards.
After ascending High Hrothgar and meeting with the Greybeards, they presented me with a task; to fetch some ancient artifact known as the Horn of Jorgen Stormcaller, the first of the Greybeards. Such an item of course would be within the sepulcher of said owner, because he's been dead for thousands of years. So y'know, I better be careful with whatever I find down there.
|Honey, I shrunk the Dragonpuncher|
|Naptime of the Living Dead|
|You got: Dragon Word! It makes you translucent. Boo.|
|Jorgen's got a lot of junk in his trunk.|
So I go ALL the way back to Riverwood; and meet up with the owner of the note; Delphine. Delphine is a Blade. Not an actual blade, but a person with the title of. They used to be the Emperor's personal Guard back in Cyrodiil, and were pretty badass. They wear splintmail and use katanas, so think of them as the awesome Samurai caste within the Emperor's entourage, even though the Emperor is more of a Westernized King-figure than say, an Eastern Emperor. Anyways, Delphine is one of those, and its been 200 years or so since the events in Oblivion (Elder Scrolls 4), and the Blades are kind of in a bind. There's 2 of them left, and she's one of them. Also, she doesn't know where her other Blade friend is. So she needs help.
Back when I got that Dragonstone for the Jarl? Yeah, that was her doing. She convinced him to make me do it, so she could suss out just who I was, and then, if I was trustworthy. Lady, I'd gladly help you out, but you went the wrong-ass way of asking me. Give me the Horn.
Oh she will, she says, first she needs to test out a theory of hers, and I'm gonna help. It'll be win-win for me she says, because that Dragonstone? Actually a map. Of all the dragon burial sites, but the dragons they're not staying dead.
Basically she wants me to kill a dragon dead, to prove her theory that they're not staying dead, and that she knows where they'll show up next. Ok lady, fine. I'm the Dragonpuncher. One punched dragon, coming up.
|Dragon souls taste like strawberries.|
|Delphine the Blade; kinda like Mack the Knife, but more lame.|
Goddamnit. Everyone's a critic. Is it SO HARD to beleive that yes, I can absorb dragon souls into myself and use their essence to form powerful vocal magic shouts? Also I punch things? Thoroughly impressed with me, she gives me Jorgen's horn, and tells me to lay low for a while, as she's got to think some things over. Hopefully she'll ponder her trust issues with me.
Next time on Geeking Out! in Skyrim: I decide to join the fighter's guild: The Companions!