4E201, 31 Evening's Star, Old Life Day, 4:15am

We had been laying low in Whiterun hoping we could evade the Morag Tong, but they are not inclined to give up. They found the bodies and knew we would be in Whiterun. They heard the guard report of our arrival in the early morning. They have been asking and found out that they are looking for a Dunmer and an Orc. A Dunmer with a limp. The Morag Tong Assassins have been on constant vigil for us. We must reach Brand-Shei before they do.

"We need to get out of here. More are showing up every day we don't appear." Garnag said concernedly.

"How do we hide an orc your size and a Dunmer with a injured leg?" Jenassa asked.

"Invisiblity!" I exclaimed. The solution had been in front of our faces the whole time.

"Brilliant!" Uthgerd shouted.

"I am a master of Alteration, Why didn't I think of that!" Garnag pouts.

"Well I can give us a few minutes of invisibility, but we must be quick..." He continued.

"Yes, Pack up both of you. We will leave immediatly!" Jenassa exclaimed as she stood up and grabbed her knapsack.

"Agreed, I don't want to linger anymore." I decided it. We will leave.

We had gotten packed up and were waiting for Uthgerd and Jenassa to give us the all clear. Jenassa came back and gave us a motion to become invisible. Garnag let a green cloud of magicka envelope us and we set out at a swift pace. We reached the gate out of the city where a Kajiit in Morag Tong leathers approached Uthgerd and Jenassa.

"Awfully early to be leaving such a pretty town." the Kajiit said menacingly.

"We are going to Windhelm to visit a cousin of mine. This fine Nord is my hired protection." Jenassa lied.

The Kajiit sized up Uthgerd the Unbroken realizing she was very well built. She was in steel armor and carried a huge Dwemer Greatsword.

"Well then please go on your way ladies. I did not mean to keep you waiting." He apologized and backed away.

We were home free. Garnag and I ran ahead and mounted our horses. The potion had worn off and Jenassa and Uthgerd had arrived sprinting. They hopped on there horses and we rode off at brink speed towards the 7,000 steps. We arrived later that day at the base of the mountain. We dismounted our horses and started the climb.

4E202, 1 Morning's Star, 8:00am

We had been traveling for a day up the Throat of the World. I had been told by Garnag not to use my Thu'um in case we were being followed. I had been counting the steps, only 200 more to go. We kept climbing while fierce winds nipped at our noses. Then I could see it, not more than 20 feet away. The ancient grey doors of High Hrothgar. We entered the door and were greeted by Arngier who looked as though he had been waiting for us to arrive.

"Good morning Dovahkiin. Parthunaax said he saw you coming up the mountain side. Interestingly enough it is a New Year. Brand-Shei will be excited to see you." the old Nord spoke.

"Same to you Arngier. Assemble the Graybeards and Brand. I have an urgent message to report." I spoke quickly.

"Indeed Dovahkiin, as you say." He replied.

He tilted his head up and shouted," DOV AH KIIN." the ground shook and he lead us to a council room. The Greybeards slowly arrived and finally Brand Hlaalu. They all took there seats along with my companions. Brand approached me in a Dunmer cultured greeting and then embraced me.

"How are you Brother!?" he said cheerfully.

"I am well Brother! I have both good and bad news! Which would you like to hear first?" I replied.

"The good news obviously!" He spoke with excitement.

"You are going to be an uncle!" I said realizing the truth of it.

"Oh by Akatosh! I feel so proud of you! Who is the lucky lady who tamed the leader of the Dark Brotherhood!?" He was beside himself with joy.

"Remember the girl who was with me in Riften? The vampire." I said slightly scared.

"Yes... Wait... How..." He didn't know what to say.

"She had the Vampire in her removed. She took some aging potions. She looks 18! Pretty great for a 300 year old?" I said it with sarcastic, jokeful, joy.

"Well I guess that is it then!" He said this with love and no judgment of my choice.

"I am going to name you the God-Father." I said shaking his hand.

"Well I'll be damned... Thank you brother." He responded dumbstruck.

"But now for the pressing bad news. Because you are Dovahkiin like me. People have heard you shout. That means you must be related to me. In my line of business we have long been warring with the Morag Tong. They think the Dark Brotherhood is weak right now, they have been making our lives harder than this mountain. They are likely making you a target and will try to infiltrate High Hrothgar. They have already made an attempt on my life near Whiterun. We came to warn all of you to be on your guard." Just as I finish a Nord in her 50's and and four other behind her enter the room. They did not look like Morag Tong Assassins for they stood to proud.

"Hello Dovahkiin, We are the Blades. We have come to serve you as you are the last of your kind. I am Delphine, Grandmaster of the Blades." She finshed staring Brand and I down.

"Well actually, I am having a child." I say.

"Yes, my brother and I were just talking about it." Brand said supporting me.

"Then a new bloodline has been established. We will guard you till our last breath." Delphine said.

"I should really get a lock for those doors." Arngier sounded frustrated due to so many people being at High Hrothgar.

"The Blades survive?" Said Uthgerd sounding surprised.

"Yes we have... We hope to someday recommit the Imperial Throne to a Dragonborn Emperor. So meeting you will be a start." She spoke this to me. I became flustered and decided to clear an error in the womans judgement.

"I do not wish to be Emperor... My brother would be much more suited with that line of work. I am an assassin for the Dark Brotherhood. This place may soon be attacked by the Morag Tong. Stay here and defend it with the Graybeards." I finish staring Delphine down.

"YOL TOOR SHUL!"I realize that there was a commotion happening outside of High Hrothgar and that not all was right.

"Right! Everyone rally behind the Blades. It sounds as if Parthunaax is in trouble outside!" I yell as I draw my bow.

We all formed up besides the Greybeards who we decided should stay inside and watch the door. We charged out the front and saw Parthunaax fly by breathing fire at three Morag Tong Assassins. I counted at least thirty running about trying to get passed Parthunaax to get inside. The battle of High Hrothgar had started.