Tirdas 25th of Last Seed.
Early Evening.
I have hired a wagon to take Vilkas and I to Dawnstar and find it hard to write with the rocking of the wagon.
I managed to kill every witch in that Coven and take their heads. They were strong in the way of magic, and ugly as sin, they looked like an old crone was mated with a raven. They have been able trow fireballs that exploded but their aim was horrible and could not keep up as I was strafing to the left and right, always keeping them guessing on where I would be next. Up close and personal, they were weaklings. It was satisfying cutting off each of their hideous heads.
I returned to Whiterun proud that I have put an end to the evil witches, but as I approached Jorrvaskr there was a gathering of people there. As I my way through the crowd. I saw Aela and Torvar standing over a couple dead Silver Hand. Those bastards attacked brothers and sisters while I was away. My blood was boiling, I stood there for a moments stewing in my rage. I wanted to scream, to kill everything.
A hand fell upon my shoulder and I turned to its owner and beheld Aela, she was putting on a strong face but her eyes told me that she was glad that I was there, she pointed up the stairs to Jorrvaskr and told me to head inside that they needed me there. Once inside I saw a few dead Silver Hand, then my gaze fell to Kodlak's stripped and broken body. Njada and Farkas were at his side, I clenched my fist and nearly let my rage overtake me turning me into a feral beast of wrath.
Vilkas' voice broke through the haze and brought me back. He told me that the Silver Hand had taken almost all the shards of Wuuthrad and fled after killing Kodlak and stripping him of his armor. He knew where they where hiding thanks to Aela translating the stratagem. Vilkas and I were going to exact revenge on the cowards and kill every fool foolish enough to call themselves Silver Hand. Before I left the halls of Jorrvaskr I deposited the witches heads in a foot locker.