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Hevnoraak couldn't remember anything of before the Dragonborn entered Valthume. He knew who he was and what happened since his guest entered the halls to stay there forever, but his knowledge and his past was lost.


As he arrived in Whiterun, most of those useless mortals still had the nicest dreams.
With all of his loot he headed for the inn, closed the door to his room, sat down and sorted his loot.
Armor, most of it hide. One or two Iron cuirasses. A new Warhammer to crush human skulls with. A few potions, gems. 44 Iron ore.
Some books. And then he saw it - a spell tome.


"Transmute" - the ability to transform Iron ore into silver, and silver ore into gold.
He grabbed the book immediatly, opened it and started reading. When he finally closed the book, he raised his right hand, touched some iron ore and casted the spell.
It worked. The rest of the morning was spent by transmuting iron into silver, and then silver into gold ore.
After smelting the ore and smithing the ingots to something, he had 44 rings, a lot of money if he sold them all. But he had better plans. If there just would be some kind of enchanter nearby.

Asking the locals for advice revealed that they hated magic, and that there was one single mage in the palace, Dragonsreach.
As he entered the rulers throneroom he was greeted by the sound of rubbing steel and the sight of an armed darkelven woman.
It was hard not to laugh, but he knew that trying to disarm her with a single movement would result in nothing - he couldn't cast such spells in this poor condition.
Anger grew in him, who was she to pull a sword in his presence? If he just could unleash his real powers, the whole city would be ravaged by a firestorm no dragon could cause.

Mustafa was a orphaned laborer in his homeland and was detained while taking his masters horse to a settlement near the Skyrim border. It soon became clear that the Imperial in charge wanted to steal his masters horse and he was sent to the chopping blocks. In Helgen, the fire and sorrow that followed he only remembered the friendly face of Hadvar, so with nothing but a fledgling friendship he headed off toward Riverwood. He was welcomed into the home of Alvor the Smith and was relieved that politics and bigotry did not exist in his house. He cooked for the family and stayed the night there.

When out hunting at dawn on day 2, Mustafa was attacked by two Dunmer in black robes. He had never seen magic and as the sorcery laced frost threatened to kill him his fear turned into adrenaline. His newly purchased steel sword and dagger flashed into his hands and through the robes of his enemies in time to save him. He cast their bodies into the White River and stumbled back to Riverwood thinking how lawless but beautiful Skyrim is. (Level 4 so far!!)

He has spent a week hunting the White River valley with his new friend Faendal, and has learned many things about Archery from the wood elf in the process. Together they retrieved Lucan's claw for him and discovered quite a few mysteries as well. When they returned to Riverwood, Mustafa swore to Alvor to take the warning message to the Jarl of Whiterun. He left before dawn the following day, loaded with supplies and more gold than he had ever had before. Faendal could not be found, so he traveled down the hill toward Whiterun alone.

The joys of the Honningbrew meadery helped to lighten his pockets of gold and when he stumbled down the road in the early morning hours he swore he saw a giant... then is dreams came true... he saw his horse. He trades nearly all of his hard earned gold for the very black mare that was stolen from him a few weeks earlier. With his horse under him he turns from the gates of Whiterun and heads off down to road toward where Valthiem towers and the leader of the bandits that have been haunting him since coming to Skyrim.

(Level 10 now, upped the difficulty to Expert)

The odds required him to play nice, so he did. "I have news from Helgen" he spoke, hoping this reason would be good enough to speak with the jarl.
The Ruler seemed very interested, and so he was "allowed" to report the news directly to him.
Hevnoraak gave them some informations, telling them that there was a dragon, but neither who the dragon was, nor who summoned him.
After discussing how to protect the city, the jarl gave him a little reward and offered him work. Again, the odds required him to accept any work that was possible, so there was no choice but to help the weaklings.

Farengar Secret-Fire, Jarl Balgruufs "Mage" - Hevnoraak considered that title misleading - told the dragonpriest to find the dragonstone, an ancient relict burried in Bleak Falls Barrows. He needed that for his "Dragon Research". Ignoring his pride, he bought some spells from the selfclaimed mage, and agreed to the work.
He spoke to the Jarl again, telling him that the troublemakers in Halted Stream Camp were dead.
His reward was poor, and if he wasn't so weak Hevnoraak would need all of his selfcontrol to not burn down the entire city.

When he got up the next morning, he felt the curse of mortality - his bones and muscles hurted, his head was empty of thougts and full of them at the same time.
He gave his best to ignore that, and so it only took him about one hour to reach the mountain path to Bleak Falls Barrows.
When he walked up the road, trying to see through the cold, foggy air he was accompanied by a somehow familar, but unsettling feeling all the time.

Grudgingly facing his destiny Mustafa goes to face the Dragon that has been terrorizing the area around Northwind Summit. His knowledge of hunting and archery put him behind the great beast on a ridge and in perfect position as it slept. His first arrow strikes directly into the flank of the beast sending him howling into the air. The Dragon quickly spots Mustafa and his mount as they scamper down the rock face toward the ruined buildings below... and cover. The Dragon is too quick and just as Mustafa raises his shield his body is snapped up into the jaws of the beast and he is thrown from the Summit like a childs toy, his lifeless carcass lands in the river far below... a few days later a Forsword scout wonders how a Redguard ended up here... RIP Mustafa, Level 11, Bought a horse then bought the farm.

On his way he found a tower full of bandits, and the bandits found death when his lightning bolt stopped their hearts from beating.
After looting the tower and going even further up the mountain, he finally saw it.
The Old Structure still looked beautiful, but terrifying and dangerous as well.



And then he heard it - familar but unexpected.
"Don't forget. You mustn't forget it. You'll need it. Your way to power lies ahead, go on."
That voice was his, but not that of this body. He was here before.
The ruins were almost empty, just a few weak bandits that had to be killed, or killed themselves with traps.
It was easy to reach the catacombs door, but when he wanted to open it he heard the voice again, his own voice.
"Almost there. The dead roam this place. You must find it! Climb the Overlords throne, and get your revenge. My revenge."
It was like an echo of the past, but he knew it was talking to him, here and now.


Descending deeper into the ruins, the place started to fill with spider webbings. When he arrived in a big hall the monster and its prey - a dunmer, caught in the spiders lair - made their presence known.
The giant spider was though, but no match for him.
After cutting down and killing the man, he took a golden claw from his body. "Good, you'll need that." he heard himself say.
The dead in the catacombs were not really dead, but he took care of that. It didn't even shock him, the dragonpriest knew they were there, somehow.
And then he finally reached it - the Sanctuary.
A big chamber, light falling through a hole in the ceiling onto a coffin. Behind the coffin, a big wall with carvings in it.


"It is here. And the power you can access with it lies right next to it. Claim it, and use it."
He walked up the steps, the stone wall called for him. And when he reached it, the power that was shining from the wall went right into him.
And he remembered. This was a Word Wall, built to contain the ancient power of the thuum - and the power was now his.


He was disturbed by a noise behind him. The guardian of this place was ready to defend it, but the Dragonborn was ready to cut him in pieces.
After a short fight the draugr was dead, and the axe he wileded was now Hevnoraaks.
Finishing his thougts, he decided to use his power - FUS! he shouted, using the word that he learned, that was buried in his brain.
"Fool! You'll need more to do that. Use the Dragonstone. And don't die."


That was enough for the day, it was time to head back to Whiterun. Leaving the Dungeon through a secret exit and heading for Riverwood, he planned to return to whiterun tomorrow.