Enter Mirmulnir

Tirdas 11:47 am

Figgin took advantage of the quietness of the upper room at the Trader and slept in until almost noon on Tirdas. Faendal was already awake and mending his bow in the corner.

"Where did you learn to do that?" asked Figgin.

"My father was a master archer." replied Faendal. "He taught me almost everything there is to know about bows until his untimely death by Sabre Cat outside Whiterun. I am a Journeyman of Archery. I can teach you if you like?"

"I don't have that kind of coin." responded Figgin.

"You saved my life once or twice in the Bleak, it's the least I can do." said Faendal.

They worked all day and Faendal taught Figgin everything he knew about archery. Figgin knew he still owed Gerdur a trip to Whiterun so Figgin asked to take the lessons on the road and asked Faendal to accompany him. Faendal obliged and the two elves were off. They stopped at The Sleeping Giant Inn for some breakfast and drink for the trip to Whiterun.

Upon entering the Giant, they heard the sounds of Sven singing an old Nord song of love. Figgin could only try to conceal his chuckle and smile as they walked past, thinking of how heartbroken and devastated he must be about Camilla. The two elves ate and Figgin asked the bartender if there was any work around here to earn some coin. The bartender said there were some bandits holed up in Valtheim Keep and the Jarl was offering a bounty for their capture , dead or alive. Seemed easy enough, it was only yesterday that the pair of elven warriors took out a bandit camp at that tower on the way to Bleak Falls Barrow. How hard can these guys be? Faendal agreed and they plotted to take care of that after they speak to the Jarl. After all, Figgin still had to fulfill his promise to Gerdur and tell the Jarl about the dragon he encountered at Helgen.

As they set out of Riverwood en route to Whitrun, they happened upon three Imperial Soldiers gambling and drinking mead on the side of the road. Figgin, never missing a chance to punish Imperial Soldiers, snuck up on the rocks and unleashed a barrage of arrows at the soldiers. The soldiers were stunned and staggered up the rocks at the two elves. Figgin conjured up his Flames and shot fire from his left hand and struck the wounded soldiers down on the rocks. They looted the men and continued to Whiterun.

After selling off the loot, they ascended the staircase to Dragon Reach as they entered the Jarl's Palace. They were met by a Dark Elf named Irileth, the Jarl's Housecarl and taken to Jarl Balgruuf the Greater. Figgin told him all about Helgen, well almost all of it minus the almost execution piece. Pleased by this the Jarl gave Figgin some Studded Imperial Armor and asked him to stay a talk to Farangar, the Jarl's wizard who was working on some dragon research and could use his help.

Farangar looked more like a Necromancer than a wizard, but what did Figgin know of these things? The wizard asked if the duo would be interested in traveling to Bleak Falls Barrow and retrieving an ancient Dragon Stone for his research. Not aware that Figgin and Faendal had already ventured to the Barrow and were already in possession of the stone, Figgin whipped the stone out and casually laid it on the wizard's table.

"You mean this stone?" Figgin slyly remarked.

"Ahh, the Dragon Stone, you have it? You are cut from a different cloth." Farengar exclaimed.

Just then Irileth busted through the door, panting and rambling about a dragon at the West Watch Tower. When the Jarl heard this he sent Irileth to the tower with her men and asked if Figgin will join them and help him one more time. By now it was getting dark and a trip to Valtheim Keep in the dark to attack bandits seemed less appealing to Figgin now plus why not see another Dragin, this time he would be armed and ready to fight.

The watch tower was just down the road a bit. The flames and smoke could be seen from the city gate. When the party arrived they were warned that the dragon was still around and to leave the area. It was too late, as  the enormous winged beast landed and flooded the ground with its firery breath. Figgin unleashed a steady stream of arrows hat pierced the scales of this mythic beast. Mirmulnir, that was the name of the dragon, took to the skies and landed on the opposite side of the tower, torching two guards before Figgin took aim at the heart of Mirmulnir and plunged an arrow deep into it, bringing down the towering creature.

Figgin, standing only 3 feet from Mirmulnir's fallen corpse breathed in a deep breath of relief. and turned to find Faendal. All of a sudden Figgin was frozen in his tracks and an enormous light came from the dragon's dead body and blinding pain encapsulated Figgin as the light moved through him and all around him and then, what seemed to be, straight down his throat to the pit of his stomach. Intense pain and strange power overtook Fiigin and he dropped to one knee. The light subsided and there was Figgin alive, much to the disbelief of the rest of the party. Figgin stood up and surveyed the landscape. Something was different. Figgin felt revived and oddly stronger than before.

"What happened?" asked Figgin.

"You are Dragonborne!!!" one guard proclaimed.

"Dragonborne? What does that mean?" Figgin cocked an eye at him.

"Ancient legend says that the dragonborne absorbs the souls of the slayed dragons and takes its power. that is what you did. Try to shout, that will prove it."

Figgin, remembered the words he utter in the cavern at Bleak Falls. He had a feeling it was connected somehow. He turned tot he sky and yelled as loud a s he could those words. The ground shook with such a force that everyone stumbled backwards and almost fell down. Maybe it is true, maybe I am dragonborne? but what did that mean? Figgin had to talk to the Jarl and see if there is something he knew. Just then a thundering voice came from the top of one of the far off mountains that seemed to shake all of Skyrim.

When they re-entered Whiterun, Figgin met two Redguard Alikr' Warrior who were looking for a Redguard women who was a fugitive. They were offering a reward, so naturally Figgin agreed to let them know if he saw them. Not thinking too much of this encounter, as he had his own agenda, he darted passed them and up the steps to Dragon Reach.

The Jarl explained the legend of the Dragonborne and that other voice they heard was that of the Greybeards, master of the voice. they were calling Figgin and summoning him to their mountain sanctuary at High Hrothgar. The Jarl suggested Figgin make the journey up to High Hrothgar to speak to the Greybeards, only they could tell him if he were truly Dragonborne. Before Figgin could leave Dragon Reach, the Jarl bestowed upon him the title of Thane of Whiterun and assigned Lydia as his Housecarl. He also gave him the helmet of restoration as a token of thanks for all the help today.

Figgin and Faendal would get a room at The Bannered Mare for the night and planned to visit Valtheim Keep in the morning.