Lycanthropic Legends of Skyrim Content . Lycanthropic Legends of Skyrim by Lentulus Inventius Order of the Horn I had heard the same rumors as everyone else — that the province of Skyrim was awash in various forms of Lycanthropy . I had studied werewolves for some time , and was keen to see if these rumors of werebears were actually substantiated . I elected to pursue these studies in the warmer summer months in deference to my fragile constitution . One quickly finds that common villagers are of practically no use in this land . Whereas in Cyrodiil , even the youngest child can tell you the true fauna that inhabit its environs , here I find alleged " wise men " recounting tales of unicorns and flying horses directly alongside their stories of werebears , so I don ' t put any stock in the rumors . They certainly have their traditions for warding off werebears ( certain plant s and ceremonies ) , but nobody can attest to even having seen one first - hand , much less possess any sort of artifact . Everyone has a cousin or a friend who saw one once , but when pressed , these stories fall apart . I don ' t wish to completely discount these stories , but I also must conclude that they may have spun out of some wild retelling of a particularly vicious , but mundane , bear . Legends can take a life of their own , particularly when there are grains of truth , as here we have the very real threat of werewolves . I worry that by spreading stories of a potentially false ( or at least rare ) beast , people may begin to discount the threat that real beasts pose . But if Skyrim ' s people choose to lead a backwards life , shrieking at shadows and clouds , I will not stop them . The werewolves of this land are a curious sort . At least the legends of them . Given the Nord flair for bravado , I had expected to see werewolf pelts lining walls in the cities , werewolf heads on pikes , that sort of gaudy show . Instead , few people in civilized society ever mentioned them , and my questions were usually met with nervous stares . Thinking that perhaps the common folk were simply more cowardly than I had been lead to believe by my Nordic acquaintances in Cyrodiil , I sought out those known for actual bravery . The supposedly fearless warrior band of Whiterun , the Companions , lost all color when I broached the subject , and asked me to leave . I had thought better of them , and was disappointed at how quickly brave men and women can be intimidated by stories . Pressing into the wilderness , away from any sort of settlement , I would often find hunters , willing to recount stories of their kills . It was finally through one of them ( a certain Karsten Hammer - Back ) that I heard my first ( and unfortunately only ) verifiable stories of werewolves in the province , accompanied by pelts and claws to prove the killing . Just as I was thrilling to finding some actual evidence of the local beasts , he got a wild , conspiratorial look in his eyes and began spinning tales of some band of werewolf hunters and their exploits in hunting down the creatures . I left him to mop his drool and continued my journeys . In the end , I regret that my trip to Skyrim did not prove more productive . If it is indeed true that their breeds of lycanthropes are distinct from and more powerful than our local ones , they could prove to be powerful allies in our conflict against the influx of werevulture s in Valenwood . If they have grown as great and terrible as my friend Gaelian asserts , they could soon threaten the interior of Tamriel . When the summer next crests , I plan to travel there for a better accounting of the winged cretins , so that I may make more fitting report to the council .