Chapter One
AN: First chapter, everyone! I'm nervous, as I have never posted anything here on fanfiction before. My co-author tells my not to worry though. Well, Hope you enjoy! Try to R&R!
It is the twenty-third of Last Seed, year four-hundred-thirty-three of the third era. Two adventurers are sitting on opposite sides of a campfire. One is a nord with light coloured skin, ice blue eyes, and slicked black pecan brown hair that reaches the middle of the back of his neck.
The other is an imperial with fair almost pale skin, pitch black hair, and chocolate brown eyes. He looks over at the nord and says "You've been awfully quiet the past ten minutes, Derger, what's up?"¹
Derger turns to him. "A priest of the daedra and a priest of the aedra walk into a bar, they sit down at the counter, and the deadric priest orders a heavy ale, while the aedric priest orders a wine glass. The aedric priest says "Why order such a heavy drink, when you can keep your wits about you if you order a glass of wine?" to which the daedric priest yells "Because Sheogorath is not a pussy!" he then chugs his drink, and orders another."²
"Is that it?" The imperial asks, throwing another piece of wood in the fire.
"C'mon, Noah, you know that making a joke is-" he then speaks in a thick Scottish accent, "like tryin' to get into a librarian's miniskirt." He says, smiling.
Noah chuckles a bit. "So you're keeping first watch, right?"
"Don't I always?" Derger says with a chuckle.
And so, Noah heads to bed in his tent, and Derger brings out his weapons of iron, and tower shield of steel. Around twenty minutes later, Noah is asleep, and Derger is using his shield as support for his back. As he is stretching his arms, he notices something: Shadows. At the edge of the campsite. He stands up, picking up his shield and spear. He cracks his neck. "Why does this always happen at first watch?"
Suddenly, the three bandits show themselves, and the second they do, the middle one of the three gets impaled though the lung with Derger's spear, and is flung back. Derger quickly grabs his halberd and brings it down into the right one's shoulder to it's chest. As he pulls the shaft to retrieve it, the left bandit makes his way to him, only to meet Derger's shield, getting bashed back to the ground. As the bandit looks up, he sees Derger raising his halberd high into the air, resembling an executioner. As the deathstick comes down, the bandit realizes these are the last seconds of his pitiless existence, and opens his mouth to scream, but the sound is interrupted by the halberd's axehead, burrowing into his skull.
Noah wakes up to the smell of food, and knows it's his shift. He puts his tight black leather chestpiece on, and grabs his two iron longdaggers. As he steps out of his tent, he looks over at Derger. "What'cha makin'?"
"Just some soup." Derger says, and gives Noah an evil smile.
"Out of what?"
"These guys." Derger says, holding up one of the bandit's heads.
"By Sheogorath's beard!" Noah says in disgust.
Derger laughs heartily. "Relax, I'm joking. I found a rabbit."
"Oh…" Noah says, relaxing a little. He swears to himself that he will never eat any of Derger's soup ever again.
1: For Noah's voice, think of Flynn Ryder from Tangled, but slightly younger.
2: For Derger's voice, think of a sober Oghren from Dragon Age: Origins. Hard to do, I know.