Author's Note: I do not own Skyrim.
Paarthurnax wasn't angry, or at least he didn't appear to be angry with me. I don't know it's hard to tell. We climbed ALL the way back up to the summit and I read the scroll in the time wound just like he instructed. Unlike the other time though, I was teleported (or at least my consciousness was, almost like with the black books but I wasn't REALLY there) back to the time the three great hero's battled Alduin.
This allowed me to learn the shout to bring his scaly ass down. This is a good thing because as soon as I put the scroll down he appeared, and we fought. I thought he was a pain in the ass back at Helgan, but damn! Forget Miraak, forget Harkon, and even the countless dragon preists we have faced, Alduin really is the king. King of pissing me off!
He comes up all high and mighty (big surprise there) claiming he's more powerful and a whole lot of other shit, and I am really getting tired of facing off with these tyrants who believe themselves to be the most powerful being in all of Mundas. I don't even claim that title, nor do I wish to ever hold it. If it's one thing I have learned, the moment you start claiming that you are powerful and unstoppable, you die. So, I'm not going to do that.
What I did do was kick Alduin right in his "all-powerful" arse. Sent him running with his tail between his legs. And now I have to convince Jarl Balgruuf to allow me to capture one of Alduin's lieutenants to learn where he has gone to put an end to this once and for all. I have a feeling it's not going to be as easy as it sounds.
Well, I was right, it's not going to be easy. I have to convince two stone-headed men to hold a peace conference because lord fussy pants won't let me capture a dragon in his keep unless there is at least a temporary cease-fire. To make matters even more interesting I was pickpocketed by this young foolish Argonian who setup camp next to the stables outside of Whiterun whilst on my way to report back to Master Arngeir. After thoroughly giving him a sound beating, and taking back my gold, I listened to the whelp's story.
Apparently he was banished from Black Marsh after being wrongly accused of stealing from one of the royal houses? I don't know, but the kid did show promise in the art of pickpocket, well, at least till Serana saw him. So, I sent him to the Thieves Guild in hopes that Brynjolf can teach the lad a few things.
And after climbing back up that stupid mountain, Arngeir sent me to Solitude and then to Windhelm to "extend an invitation of peace" to both General Tullius and Ulfric. At first both kind of laughed at me, but once Alduin was brought into the conversation they seemed to change their tunes rather quickly. Which is good because I was about to smack Ulfric in his self-righteous attitude.
After that, you guessed it, back up the wretched mountain. Too bad Serana won't ride a horse because it would make things so much easier. She says they smell and she doesn't want to have to deal with saddle butt while trying to fight off the many things that want to kill me. Please, have you ever heard of such a ridiculous thing, who ever heard of saddle butt? On second thought, it does get rough riding for long treks so she might have a point in all that. But still, it would make going to High Hrothgar easier.
Speaking of which, both of those men are really big babies. The entire time the peace conference was being held, both were complaining because the Stormcloaks want this city, or the Imperials want this one. And since I still hadn't forgotten how both parties treated me, I gave the Imperials most of the goods. That'll teach the bastard to mouth off.
Suprisingly enough, Esbern and Delphine appeared. I honestly had forgotten about them, but it all came back to me why I left them to begin with when Esbern made his speech. I'm not too big a fan of dragons myself, but they are completely crazed about destroying them. They even want me to kill old Paarthurnax.
I tried to reason with them, but they won't listen to me. So I guess that's that because I refuse to kill him. Yes, he's a dragon. Yes, he was Alduin's right hand. But, whatever his previous crimes might be, he still turned against him and aided us in defeating him and the rest of his kind, his own brothers. For that, honestly he deserves more than to be isolated atop a mountain and surely he doesn't deserve to be killed for some self-righteous reason. In the morning, Serana and I will journey back to Whiterun to recover before we attempt to trap Odahviing.
I swear the next time I see Brynjolf, I'm going to kick him square in his ginger ass. He sent that stupid punk back to me giving me a letter pretty much telling me that since I so willingly sent him there, then he can be my apprentice. What the hell am I supposed to do with an apprentice? Lydia and he seem to be getting along, which is good because maybe now she will leave me alone, but I doubt it. She doesn't seem to be the guy loving type. His name is Haj-Gei Xermus, but that is too complex and very difficult to pronounce. I think I will call him Haj instead.
My little brother caught wind of my story and has been pestering me for days now to add him to my story, hints the Argonian that now exists in it.