"Legends don't burn down villages.", Ulfric had said; damn fool Nords and their pointless talent for the obvious. Just about my luck, though, my people's luck, to be spared from the headsman's axe only to, literally, gaze into the eyes of the Eater of Worlds, and smell his foul breath.
And again, here at Kynesgrove: Alduin bringing one of his children out of its tomb, back from the dead. There must be hundreds of these tombs scattered across Skyrim, dragons buried for thousands of years, farms and villages built next to them, travelers passing by them, children playing atop them.
I'm standing here, next to the empty tomb, in among the charred remains of a village-burning 'legend', with that half-crazy Breton innkeeper (The Blades? Really?), and that snarky housecarl Balgruuf probably just saddled me with to keep me out of trouble.
I'm reminded of what an old Khajiit fisherman from back home, years and years ago, told me, only half-joking: "Dragons aren't gone. They're just invisible, and very very quiet."
He was right, wasn't he? For all that it's worth when the world ends.
Skyrim: Dunmer Dragonborn, Alduin, M'Aiq the Liar:
And again, here at Kynesgrove: Alduin bringing one of his children out of its tomb, back from the dead. There must be hundreds of these tombs scattered across Skyrim, dragons buried for thousands of years, farms and villages built next to them, travelers passing by them, children playing atop them.
I'm standing here, next to the empty tomb, in among the charred remains of a village-burning 'legend', with that half-crazy Breton innkeeper (The Blades? Really?), and that snarky housecarl Balgruuf probably just saddled me with to keep me out of trouble.
I'm reminded of what an old Khajiit fisherman from back home, years and years ago, told me, only half-joking: "Dragons aren't gone. They're just invisible, and very very quiet."
He was right, wasn't he? For all that it's worth when the world ends.