Like I intended, I brought one of the nearby draugr corpses over to the central firepit, pulled the lever on the pedestal overlooking it and opened the way to the nearby passages. If I was standing here completing these challenges though…would I be awaiting myself at the end? My brain reeled at the possibility. Never in my wildest imaginings could I have predicted that I would be completing my own puzzles and ciphers, those that I put in place to test those who would try to trespass here and to make sure that anyone who reached the final burial chamber was a worthy hero in their own right. “A sacrifice will bring you closer to that which you seek.” Tharstan interrupted my thoughts by reading the nearby transcription, probably assuming that I could not read the dragon tongue nor already knew what it said. Standing here with the body of a young man felt surreal, like everything that had transpired so far was simply a very strange dream. I stood on the very same precipice as an old man with an ailing body 4000 years prior, making sure that everything had been made to my specifications. The one where all my closest confidants and followers were buried, where I was buried. I stared at the large dragon spire hovering in the background, the central firepit, the adjoining passageways and the gated cage that would lead further onward. When I rounded the corner and looked upon the tomb proper, my jaw went slack. Apparently despite being buried for what he thought was a few centuries, the interior was almost entirely intact and that there were some sealed doors up ahead that I might be able to help open. Luckily, Tharstan had waited for my arrival and came bounding up to me with all the energy of a young boy. Upon seeing the double doors leading inside I knew this couldn’t be anything else, and yet, I still doubted. It didn’t take long to arrive at the newly unearthed tomb entrance, which was just skirting the edge of the island that had been lost to the ashfall. I made my way to the location with a mental battle of sorts going on in my head. I knew of a tomb that was built there, a very specific one. It looked to be on one of the hills overlooking the southeastern tip of the island.
The old man began jogging away, but I found myself mesmerized by the spot Tharstan had marked. I was quite willing to help, and he marked the location on my map so I could meet him there. Not knowing what was inside, he wanted my help in exploring it.
This is why he immediately knew that an entrance he had stumbled upon recently was not one he had seen before. When I inquired about what he needed it for, he said that he had been studying the history of Solstheim and documenting the many tombs scattered across the island. He said that he heard about my rescue of Baldor from the Thalmor and that my bravery in the face of danger was just what he needed. I believe writing it down will help me wrap my head around everything that has happened.ĭuring one of my many return trips to the Skaal village, I was approached by the old scholar named Tharstan who had spent a year studying the Skaal people.
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