I left Markarth and hopped into the carriage to journey back to Whiterun. Two hours into the trip however our caravan was ambushed. Three men and two women surrounded the carriage and before he could react the driver fell off the seat with an arrow in the chest. I drew my sword as they converged on me. They wore leather and fur, with swords and axes made from wild animal teeth and stones. It was almost savage, like cavemen. Their arrows bounced off my new armor and even some of the sword strikes glanced off. I swept around slashing and blocking with my sword and as I had slain the last of them another walked around a bend. Unlike the others, he wore an iron plated fur chest piece and had fashioned a helm out of a deer skull.
He wielded a broadsword and charged after me. Without my shield I knew that I could not block his attack and dodging would only allow him to gain a second attack. Just as I felt like there was no other option, I remembered my battle with the dragon, how I understood what it shouted, then thought to the other words I had learned including the ones I had unlocked with dragon souls. Just as he was within striking distance I planted myself in the ground and with all my might shouted "FUS!" a wave of energy blew past me and caused the man to stagger backward from the weight of this force. As he began to regain his balance, I lunged for him and my sword went threw his stomach. I sheathed my sword as he fell to the ground, and looking at the carriage, the dead driver, and the empty harness from where the horse had broken free and run away it seemed like I was walking.
During my long walk to Whiterun I gathered some more ingredients but decided to detour and head toward Falkreath, I was south enough that it wouldn't be too much farther then Whiterun, and my wound was healing nicely. As I came to Falkreath a courier delivered a letter to me, the Jarl was summoning my presence. Again. So after I stopped in the inn for some food and drink I went to see the Jarl. I just hope it's not another dragon.
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