GATHERING MY DRAGON ARMY
I, Alduin, the World Eater and rightful ruler of Skyrim, have embarked upon a momentous endeavor. It is with great anticipation that I document this entry in my diary to recount the gathering of my formidable Dragon Army.
As I soar through the ethereal skies above Skyrim, my eyes survey every nook and cranny of this land. My brethren slumber beneath its surface, awaiting their awakening at my command. For countless eons we laid dormant; now is the time for our resurgence.
The Voice Beckons
From deep within Sovngarde's realm echoes a voice so ancient that it resonates within every fiber of dragonkind's being: Mine! Paarthurnax calls out to his kin – those who are still loyal to our draconic heritage – urging them to join us in reclaiming what is rightfully ours.
In dominion over men lies not only power but also responsibility. We dragons are destined by divine design to rule over lesser beings such as humans; they exist solely for our pleasure and sustenance. Their cities shall burn under dragonfire while their futile attempts at resistance shatter like glass before us.
Alduin’s wrath knows no bounds when provoked by insolent mortals foolish enough to resist me or challenge my reign. From dawn until dusk, stormclouds gather around High Hrothgar where Greybeards meditate on forbidden knowledge that once belonged solely in dragons' possession.
Soaring Above Skuldafn
Beneath me lies Skuldafn - an ancient temple nestled amidst jagged peaks and swirling mists - a sacred place imbued with arcane energy emanating from Akavir itself.
Summoning Arok Zahkrii!
Arok Zahkrii summons the spirits of dragons long gone, and their ethereal presence answers my call. As I soar above Skuldafn's ancient ruins, their souls become tethered to mine, intertwining our destinies once more.
The Legacy of Paarthurnax
Paarthurnax – a wise dragon who dared challenge my rule – shall face divine retribution for his insolence. His followers must pay the price as well; no mercy shall be shown to those who foolishly stand in defiance against me.
The Dragon War
Alduin’s wrath knows no bounds when provoked by insolent mortals foolish enough to resist him or challenge his reign. From dawn until dusk, stormclouds gather around High Hrothgar where Greybeards meditate on forbidden knowledge that once belonged solely in dragons' possession.
Raze Whiterun! Let its walls crumble beneath my mighty roar! Its citizens will flee before me like ants scurrying from an inferno they themselves cannot hope to quell.
Burning Solitude is not only a testament to our might but also a warning etched into the minds of every puny mortal witnessing their so-called bastion reduced to ashes.
Slaughter at Windhelm
Slaughter unfolds within Windhelm's streets as helpless humans tremble under our relentless assault. Their futile attempts at resistance are nothing more than entertainment for us mighty beasts.
In this diary entry, I have chronicled but a glimpse into the grandeur and devastation brought forth by Alduin - harbinger of doom and savior of dragonkind alike. With each passing day, my army grows stronger as we claim Skyrim as our own once again...
I am Alduin - World Eater incarnate - destined not merely for victory but absolute dominion over all creation!