Hey everyone, I feel bad for not posting any of my KH stories but I've just lost my muse on both, sorry! . but now, I have started writing a Skyrim FanFic, Please enjoy!
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The only thing he felt was the cold, the harsh, murderous, unforgiving cold. He had lived in Dawnstar since he was nine years but nothing could prepare you for the Pale, the harsh winds, the wildlife that could make a grown man cry in fear and of course, the feeling of all the heat in your body slowly ebbing away.
He had been walking for a day, only resting in a small cave once and he still hadn't found Heljarchen Hall, the esteemed Guild Hall of the DragonBorn Guild. He had heard legends of the guild from his aunt and uncle and the other residents of Dawnstar. There were many guilds dotting Skyrim's landscape since as far back as the start of the Fourth Era. The DragonBorn Guild is one of the most famous legal guilds around.
Though there are many guilds, not all follow the SGC's laws. The Skyrim Guild Council (SGC) has a list of laws that all guilds must follow. If a guild goes against these laws and stays active they will become an illegal guild. One of the most famous illegal guilds around today is The Dragon Priests, a mysterious group that conducts their sinister business in secret. There have been multiple attempts to shut down the shadowy organisation but to no avail, the senior members all wear enchanted masks to conceal their identities and any captured members don't know enough of the secret goings on to use them as evidence.
As he continued his trek across the frozen wasteland his eyes started stinging from the snow, making him blink, rubbing his eyes.
"This place looks exactly the same!" the young black haired Breton sighed angrily, wiping the wind swept mess of hair out of his eyes, back over to the left side of his face.
"Aww, the little whelp's lost." A voice from the blizzard rang through the silence.
"Looks like it boss." Another voice spoke from the opposite direction, accompanied by the unsheathing of a sword.
"I think we should cut 'im up!" A gruff voice spoke from the direction behind him. The young boy spun around quickly, grabbing the knife from his belt, holding it outwards.
"Aww, the kid has a knife, how cute!" A female voice spoke with a hint of sadism in her voice from his left.
"Why don't you show yourselves, you cowards!" the voices laughed in unison as a group five bandits through the mist.
"That better kid, now where are you headed?" The leader of the cutthroats was smirking at the teen.
"I'm going to the DragonBorn Guild!" The bandits resumed laughing while the boy wiped his fringe out of his face, bright blue eyes glaring angrily, matching the ice cold of the Pale.
"What're you gonna do? Collect supplies? You aren't fighting material kid." The woman smirked at the younger boy.
"I don't need to be a muscled moron to fight, I'm a mage!" The gruff tank like man glared at the boys remark, the others laughing loudly. The leader walked forward one step, smirking at the boy.
"You don't look like a mage to me." The leader glared, smirking sadistically as he raised his mace, pointing it at the teen.
"You'd be surprised!" The leader laughed loudly at the teen.
"Well, surprise or not, you won't make it to Heljarchen Hall!" It was the boys turn to laugh as he sheathed his knife, smiling sadistically at the bandits as his hands glowed an icy blue.
"Now you're all in for a treat! Blizzard!" The boy moved his hands in an intricate pattern, leaving a trail of icy blue light in front of him, forcing his hands out as the bandits ran forward, trying to land a hit on the boy before the inevitable. The icy tornado had already started, freezing the bandits solid. When the blizzard dissipated the young ravenette was swaying gently, clutching his forehead.
"I shouldn't have used a master level spell…" The boy's vision started blurring as his mind let go of reality, falling back into the snow with a soft thump.
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"Kamin, where are we going?" Zoki Bannermist, Nord member of the DragonBorn Guild was following his friend Kamin, another guild member through the wild tundra's of the Pale, blonde hair billowing wildly.
"I heard something, it sounded like magic." Kamin Frostmere, another Guild member was wandering through the Pale, about a mile from their home in Heljarchen Hall.
"Everyone can use magic…" Zoki was now mildly cold and extremely pissed off at his friend. Thank god for Nord's natural resistance to cold.
"Zoki, you can go back if you want to."
"Eh, no way, then I'll be blamed when you get eaten by a Frostbite Spider or a Frost Troll." Kamin rolled his eyes and continued walking.
"Your unbridled worry for a friend has me tearing up…" Zoki chuckled and kept up pace with Kamin.
"I wouldn't, your tears would probably freeze." Kamin laughed and nodded.
"That's a good point. Okay, maybe I was wrong about-." Kamin stopped and quickly readied a Fireball spell, charging a dual cast spell, keeping it near his chest.
"Kamin? What's wrong? "The boy nodded towards the group of bandits surrounding an unconscious boy in the snow.
"Oh shit." Zoki pulled the large battle-axe off of his back and readied it for battle.
"Wait, I think they're frozen…" Zoki looked to Kamin, who nodded. Zoki looked back at the group, squinting his eyes slightly. When he detected no movement from the group he sheathed his battle-axe.
"What about the-?" Before he was able to finish his sentence, Kamin had ran forward, landing on his knees next to the black haired boy.
"Hey! Kid! Wake up!" Kamin checked his pulse and his breathing before lifting the boy up.
"Is he alright?" Kamin nodded and glanced down at the boy.
"He's breathing, but I can't wake him up." Zoki nodded and pointed to the south.
"We should bring him to the Guild; the master will be able to help." Kamin nodded and tightened his hold on the smaller boy, sprinting towards Heljarchen Hall, Zoki following beside him.
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The large building known to the inhabitants of Skyrim as Heljarchen Hall sat on the border between Whiterun and Dawnstar. The large Guild had a huge main hall with a large grand dining table in the centre of the room with a multitude of different corridors leading to different faculties all over the guild. The main hallway lead to the Guild bedrooms, the left hallway leads to the kitchen, Alchemy tower and Arcane tower and the right leads to the Armoury, storage room and the Guild master's room.
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The doors slammed open, revealing a panting Kamin carrying an unconscious black haired boy, Zoki walking in behind them.
"Master Kal'Moran! We need your help!" The members who hadn't turned to see the trio had acknowledged them and were watching the drama. A red Argonian in light grey robes ran through to the hall from the right hallway, looking to the door, frowning at the sight.
"Where did you find him?" The red Argonian was standing next to Kamin, checking the boy's vitals.
"He was unconscious out in the wilderness." Kamin whispered the next part of the conversation to the Master.
"He completely froze about five bandits." The Argonian man nodded and pointed towards the Guild member's quarters.
"Take him to the allocated room and let him rest." An orange haired girl, bordering on red stood up, gaping at the Guild master.
"That kid is our new member!?" Kal'Moran ignored the flame headed girl and addressed the whole guild.
"Everyone, meet your new Guild member, Caleb Ilinalta."
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There we go, I'm up to Chapter 11 on my smexy new writing pad and wanted to post the first chapter as a sort of taster chapter, please review and give me your feedback!