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Warning! I haven't finished the main questline of Skyrim! Mostly I've just dicked around in game!

Warning! Things will be different in this fanfiction! Example! There will be spears. My character will use a spear, as will some others.

'Thought/Dreams/Memories'

"Dragon Shouts"

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Ke'elave - Dragonborn

Chapter OneChapter Start

I was on my knees, glaring up at my executioner. While I knew many might pray to their gods for help, I would not. I had lived my life and not once had the gods helped me. Aedra, Deadra, or Hist. I had spent countless hours, praying, dedicating my life to them, and had got nothing in return.

So as I waited for my death, I built up what power I had at the moment, into a very dangerous spell. Quite simply, it was an explosion, that I would direct outward. I intended to roll away at the last moment and unleash it. To take as many of them as I could. If I were to die, I would do so in battle, not on some headsman's black.

My concentration was broken as a giant, flying lizard crashed down onto the tower behind the executioner. The force of its wings sent the burly man stumbling away before it let out a strange roar.

It took a moment for my mind to register that this giant flying lizard was a dragon.

Not a moment after I realized, fireballs began raining from the sky. I forced myself to my feet as the people scattered. I ran towards a large tower and threw myself through the doors. Luckily they were not barred shut, and my weight was able to force them open.

I quickly rolled to my knees and twisted my arms while looking around myself, there were a few notes already inside, and more coming in. My craws were able to grip the leather that bound my wrists, and with a few careful tugs, cut through with relative ease.

I stood, looking around at the Nords who now surrounded me, here and there in the room. Ignoring some idle chatter, I followed a Nord upstairs, several paces back, I wanted to get up top to see if I could find a good way out.

Just as I reached the second floor, the wall exploded, throwing huge chunks of stone onto the Nord, killing him almost instantly.

The dragons head then peaked into the room and loosed a jet of flames inside, burning anyone who was in its view.

I silently cursed, knowing how close I had come to death. I looked out the hole, deciding it wise to leave the tower as soon as possible lest the dragon bring it down on my head.

I dove out, into a house which was missing a chunk of the thatch roof. I landed in a clumsy roll and proceeded to a hole in the floor. I dropped down landing with a small grunt as I bent my knees to absorb the fall.

I made my way around until I came across an imperial soldier, one who actually seemed decent enough, considering.

"Still alive Argonian?" He asked retrospectively, before pushing a small boy whom he was sheltering towards another solder. He gave the man orders to protect the child, and find general Tullius, then join the defense.

I snorted to myself. It would be difficult to protect a child while fighting a dragon. Of course, I had to cut the man some slack, I couldn't imagine he had a huge amount of experience fighting dragons.

I followed the man, Hadvar if I remembered correctly. He lead me down against a wall, where we waited for a moment as the dragon landed just above us and roasted some unfortunate soldiers. Then through a burning house, and finally, he lead me down toward the keep, where we were interrupted by a Stormcloak soldier.

"Ralof! You damned trait! Out of my way!"

"We're escaping, Hadvar! You're not stopping us this time!"

"Fine! I hope that damned dragon take you to Sauvegarde!"

I snorted as the two finished their lovers spat and went separate directions, as they did, they both called me to follow.

I chose to follow Hadvar, as someone stationed in the hold, he would most likely know how to navigate better than Ralof.

Once in the keep, Hadvar suggested looking the chests around for weapons and armor. I was able to find a set of imperial armor, unfortunately too small, a key, and a sword.

I sighed to myself, even if the armor had fit, it would have to be modified for the spines on my back. Instead, I grabbed a large pack and stuffed them inside, knowing they would at least sell for a few coins.

We made our way down a hall, to a door where we heard voices from beyond. Hadvar peeked through. "Stormcloaks, perhaps we can reason with them."

'Not likely, Nords are a stubborn lot.' I thought as Hadvar pushed the door open. He didn't get a single word out before one of the men attacked him.

The one that attacked wielded a battle ax, he swung with great force, which has at narrowly avoided, before drawing his sword, he pushed the man back so we two could enter the room. Once inside I stood at my full height. I could see the natural fear that welled within the Nords. After all, I stood more than two heads higher than them.

The first to overcome his fear, that wasn't fighting Hadvar, gripped a great sword, swinging horizontally. I stepped back, out of the blade's path, then I stepped forward, swinging my own sword, driving him back.

The second Nord broke from his stupor and charged having an iron sword.

He swung clumsily, I dodged and, using my tail, threw the man across the room. My eyes snapped back to the first Nord to attack me, his sword lifted high in the air.

I waited until he had begun his swing to step out of the way. The Greatsword smashed into the ground and I stepped forward, the Nord to shocked to react as swung, my blade cutting across his throat. I turned to the second Nord, to see him pushing himself up.

Upon seeing his companion dead, he charged in a blind rage, swinging his sword with fury. The man was new to the fields of battle but experienced enough to overcome some fear. He, however, lacked control over his rage.

I stepped forward and to the side, dodging the man's attack, I shoved my sword through his neck. Just as I did I head a cry of pain, and looked to see Hadvar having cut through his foe's knee. The man fell, and the imperial knight took his head, with a swift, clean strike.

"You finished there?" Hadvar asked looking to me.

I nodded, lifting the Greatsword, I pulled the sheath from the corpse and strapped it to my back. It too would sell.

I took the Nord's other weapons, the iron sword, and battle-ax, hoping to get something from them.

We continued on, fighting through room after room of Stormcloaks, giant spiders and eventually a bear.

By some miracle, we were able to make it out relatively unharmed. Once out, I was hit by the blistering cold of Skyrim's winds. I clenched my teeth wondering how it was that men decided to settle here. 'Someone had to have been off balanced in the head.'

As the dragon soared above, we hid behind a rock, until we were sure it had passed, then I followed Hadvar down the mountain, listening to his idle chatter until he said. "You should head to Solitude, join the Imperial Guard. The Legion could use someone like you."

"You Legion tried to execute me today, perhaps you don't remember?" I replied, my voice rasping as I spoke, a trait of an Argonian.

He looked away, flustered, not being able to defend his side. "I know today may not have been the best introduction for you. But the legion is truly an honorable fighting force."

"Yes, clearly." I replied. "Killing innocent, and trying to strip that which families have held dear for centuries. Very honorable."

"I understand you may have misgivings about us, we're not so bad." Hadvar started, a little irritated.

I sighed before speaking again. "While I am sure some are not, as a whole, I see it as nothing more than a tool for some corrupt lord's games. The Stormcloaks, while I do disagree with a log of what they believe, at least fight to protect what they hold sacred. You may fight for peace, but the empire started this war the moment they decided to strip Talos from the land. Even I, as someone who holds no love or care for your gods, can see that."

Hadvar frowned. "Then why did you not run with Ralof? Why did you follow me?"

"You were more likely to know the layout, my chances of survival were higher." I replied simply.

"So… you will join the Stormcloaks then?" Hadvar asked.

"No. While you and your brothers fight these petty squabbles, the Aldmeri Dominion gear up for war. No one will win this war, for they will be crushed by the elves. Can you not see that is their plan?"

Hadvar stayed silent for several long moments. "I am not sure how you have drawn that conclusion, but I assure you, it is flawed."

I shook my head slowly. Nords truly did have more muscle than brain. Though I supposed my time as a monk had given me a more level head.

After several long hours, and a few skirmishes with wolves here and there, we arrived at the small village of Riverwood.

"I may not like your beliefs, but you still saved my hide back there." Hadvar started. "The least I can do is offer a bed to sleep in."

"Perhaps some other time." I replied. "I don't intend on staying here long." I started, then added. "Let not the next time we meet, be on the fields of battle."

Hadvar laughed. "Yes, it would be dreadful fighting an argonian of your stature."

I couldn't help the toothy grin that came over my face as I turned away and headed over toward local trader.

I walked in on an argument, hearing two, what I assumed to be siblings, fighting over something or another.

"I told you! No heroics! No bandits and no thief chasing!"

"Then what are you going to do then?"

"You're not going! That's final! Er, it seems we have a guest. Sorry about that."

I shrugged. "It's of no matter." I pulled my pack off and lay it on the counter. "How much for these armors? And weapons?"

The man looked over everything I was selling and offered a price of four hundred and twenty gold coins. I accepted the deal gladly, taking the gold and helped the man put what he'd bought up.

"I hate to intrude, but I was curious about what you two were arguing about. I heard bandit and thought I could help after I've had a few items made."

"R-really?! Thank you, sir! It, uh, just that we've had a sort of break-in recently. The thieves made off with a, er, a family heirloom, a golden claw! They're up at Bleak falls barrow from what I can tell. I have some gold coming in from my last shipment, it's yours if you can get the claw back."

I grinned. "Consider it done." I replied, turning towards the door. "I'll set out as soon as I am ready."

The man nodded excitedly, as made my way out. I headed out to a sawmill I had seen from outside the village.

I was able to get the man working the mill to set aside a smaller log and cut the core out, for fifty gold pieces. I then went to the blacksmith and asked if I could use his forge when he wasn't. The man was kind enough to let me do as I pleased, saying he was going to spend time with his nephew who had returned recently. It didn't take much to figure out he was talking about Hadvar, though I kept quiet about traveling with the man.

Once the blacksmith, Alvor, left, I set to work. Taking the bear pelt I had acquired, I began carefully cutting it to make myself clothes. I knew it would be better to have treated it first, but treating leather could take days, to months. And I didn't want to wait that long.

By the end of the day, I had fashioned myself a pair of fur pants, the fur on the inside, and fur coat. Using the rags I had been wearing, I bound and worked into a pair of shoes that would wrap up and around my shins to help keep me warm.

It wasn't great clothing, but it would do. After I finished, I was able to find Hod, the man running the mill, to see that he was treating the wood that would be my staff. He was carefully baking if over a fire so that it wouldn't warp as much in the future.

In truth, he said it would be better to let the log dry for at least ten years, but knew I was not willing to wait that long for it. He informed me that he would have it finished by midway tomorrow.

I accepted that time, and went to the inn, to both rest and eat.

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The sun was setting on the second day I had been in Riverwood, and I was doing the finishing touches on my spear. The shaft of the spear was the staff Hod had made. The blade on the end of the spear was like a sword, but only three quarters the length, a small bit wider and thicker, and at the end, having two blades, almost like a crossguard. The first half of the blade being split in two with the socket starting at the beginning of the split, coming out a quarter of the blade's distance beyond the blade.

Then at the opposing end, I had fashioned an iron counterweight, to balance the spear, it having a socket of its own.

The socket for the blade and round counterweight were the of the same make. Wrapping around the wooden shaft, and having six holes in them, three sets for nails to pass through and be formed into rivets. The top and bottom were aligned while the center set went crossways to the other two.

With the shaft having been burned into the sockets (heating the sockets then pushing the roughly shaped shaft inside, so the heat will burn and mold the shaft to the sockets shape) and the hole having been marked. All I needed now was to push the heated nails through, and flatten the ends while the Iron was still malleable.

Under Alvor's supervision, I pushed the first of six nails through with a pair of tongs, flipping the spear I immediately began beating the ends down, forming the rivets.

Doing this five times over proved to be one of the easiest parts of the weapon. Once I was finished, I lifted the spear, pleased with my work.

before I left for the tavern once more, Alvor presented to me a single-edged short sword, as a gift for helping Hadvar. Saying that it would be a shame if my spear should break without a backup weapon.

I accepted the weapon gladly. Afterward, he bid me a good night and a safe journey on the morrow.

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The air was cold, and I was glad for my fur clothes. The track up to Bleak Fall Burrow so far was had been uneventful, save for a wolf that attacked me. I had found myself thankful for the short sword, skinning it with a spear would have been more troublesome than it was worth.

Now, however, I crouched and moved slowly forward, my eyes locked to a female Orc unaware of my approach. I knew stealth was not of my forte, being that I was a few heads taller than a tall man, but if I could get a little closer, and have less distance to cross, it would be better.

Took careful breaths as I approached, and once I was a distance of ten meters was, a few meters away from the rocks I had been using for cover, she noticed me. As soon as her eyes landed on me, I dropped all pretense of stealth and charged.

The Orc woman stumbled back in surprise, trying to get enough room for her to pull her sword, room I did not afford her. The moment she was within range, I trusted my spear into her chest, slamming into the tree behind her.

She let loose a strangled cry as I yanked the weapon from her quickly dying form.

I was quickly able to locate an elven man trying to sneak around the old watchtower, thanking my previous masters who had taught me to be aware, I sprinted towards the male.

When he saw he was not as hidden as he had hoped, he began firing arrows at me, I sprinted around, until the cliff was no longer behind him, and threw my spear.

His shock kept him in place long enough for my weapon to sink deep into his flesh, through his gut. He gave a cry of pain as his legs gave out. I ran to the male and quickly ended his misery, by putting my sword through his heart.

Pulling my spear from his corpse, I was pleased to see it still in good shape.

Hearing motion from within the tower, I circled around, holding my spear at the ready. I was greeted by a furious more wielding a mace and shield, the man charged at me, holding his shield before him to prevent me from striking him.

Clearly, he didn't understand all the uses of a weapon with such a long shaft. I spun it, quicker than he could react, and cave his head in with the counterweight.

The man's body collapsed, and I went about looting the dead, and the tower.

I then set off towards the burrow again.

As I neared the entrance, I fought to not stand in awe at the stonework before it. While I was able to keep my senses about me enough to spot a large orc man, and a Bosmer archer, I wasn't able to detect the Dunmer archer. He, however, spotted me and sent an arrow my way. Luckily, it did not hit my unprotected head or lightly protected chest, it did sink deep into my left arm, missing the bone by a few hairs width.

I snarled in pain as I spun away, hiding behind a wall of stone. I gripped the arrow, and with a deep breath, I pushed it through. After pulling it out from the other side, I cast a quick healing spell. After the wound was closed, I prepared myself, knowing it would not be long before the three reached me.

Having dropped my spear, I gripped my sword and waited.

The Orc came around the corner first, I greeted him with a rush, jumping into the air. The Orc lifted his shield, which my feet struck. While the green man may have been strong, it was nowhere near the strength needed to hold off my full weight.

The Orc slammed into the ground, my feet crushing his shield into his chest and shattering the bones in his harm.

I charged the Bosmer Archer, who was between me and my spear. In his panic, his aim was off, not helping by the fact I didn't run straight. As I neared him, I dropped low, sliding across the snow, before leaping up with all the force powerful legs afforded.

It was easy to drive my sword the man's stomach, up into his chest, and out his back. Landing in a roll, I gripped my spear and came up sprinting.

I could see the fear in the Dunmer's eyes, not that I blamed him, I weight at least there times what he did, and moved faster than he could hope to. I was very thankful for the time with the monks.

The Dunmer dropped his weapon a moment before I reached him. I stopped my sword only a fingers distance from his throat.

"Please spare me!" He begged.

I considered it for a moment, before sheathing my sword. "Very well, go your way." I replied and started toward the large doors that lead into the burrow.

As I did, I heard the Dunmer scuffling about, then his footsteps quicken toward me.

I spun with my spear at the ready. His look of victory changed to horror as he was already sailing through the air towards me.

I caught the Mer on my spear, suspending him in the air for a moment as he choked out what I assumed were his last words, despite them being nothing more than gargles.

After holding him in the air for a moment, I swung my spear downwards, throwing the elf off. Then continued my track into the burrow.

Reaching the massive doors, I braced my palms against it and shoved with all my might.

The door I pushed against opened, slowly. Quieter than I expected, but it still groaned in protest.

Once the door was open, I made my way inside, thankful for the cavern blocking the winds.

As I proceeded onwards, I saw a light in the distance and heard the voices of two Nords. I sighed to myself, wondering how they did not hear me enter.

I crept around as silently as I could, making sure that there wasn't a bandit third hiding in the shadows.

After affirming that there wasn't, I lifted my spear, and with careful aim, I threw it.

The two Nords conversation was halted by a blade being shoved through the man's back and out his chest, throwing him forward. The woman screamed in surprise, while she had no doubt killed many, and seen many die, the suddenness of her partner's death was enough to rip the sound from her.

I was already sprinting as the man fell to his face, the woman stumbling away in shock and fear. I leaped over the man, yanking out my spear, spinning the weapon as I had done with countless others. The blade was sent through the woman's neck.

She fell to her knees as her severed head rolled down the stairs.

Checking over my spear yet again, I was pleased to find only the tip dull where it had struck the stone floor. I decided to rest a few moments and warm myself by the fire.

After going farther, watching a man die from stupidity and looting my way through the Burrow, I reached a large room that held a single Dunmer, trapped in webs, the moment I saw the webs I had ducked behind the entrance to the room. Looking around everywhere, I was able to determine the spider would most likely be hiding up top somewhere.

Knowing that If I wished to proceed, I would have to kill it, I walked out and slammed the butt of my spear to the ground. Not long after, the spider descended, with the Dunmer screaming in fear.

The spider screeched and charged at me, limping its way. Seeing that one of the legs on its right side was injured, I circled to that side.

Gripping my spear at the halfway point, I let the spider get close as I continued to circle. Once it was in my range, I threw the spear, letting it sink deep into the spider's side before I ripped it and yanked it out, and threw it again. I had to lunge forward this time as the spider stumbled back, to grab my spear, pulling it out, I leaped back again. This time letting the spider come at me.

It jumped towards me and I dove under the beast, as I rolled, I swung my spear up at its exposed stomach, cutting deep into it.

The spider landed with a scream, turning to me it lunged, I barely rolled away in time. I leaped up, just in time for it to attack again.

I leaped into the air and slammed the butt of my spear into the spider's head, using its own force to properly me back, while giving it a nasty headache.

I flipped and landed on my feet, my tail slapping the ground painfully to keep me from falling backward. As soon as my footing was sure I charged, seeing the spider still dazed, I thrust my spear into its skull, the blade horizontal to ensure that I got its brain.

I pulled my spear back and walked to a wall to rest.

"What are you doing?! Hurry up and get me out of here!" The trapped Dunmer cried.

I shot him a glare, showing my teeth. "You'll stay put, and quiet. I've been fighting since I got in here. I deserve a rest."

"What do you mean you deserve a rest! I almost die-"

His voice stopped as I leaped up and threw my spear, cutting deep into the cobwebs to his left. His dark face paled as he went silent, understanding my threat.

I sat back down against the wall, pulling my feet toward myself, I rested my palms on my knees and pulled in a deep breath. 'I really should do this more often.' I idly thought as I began to empty my mind.

Within just a few moments, my body stopped moving, and I sat silently, my mind and body resting.

After feeling that I had rested long enough, not even an hour, I stood and walked towards the web-bound elf. "Alright." I spoke, gripping my spear. "I came here looking for a golden claw, you wouldn't happen to know anything about it?"

"Yes! Yes! The claw! I know it works, the claw the markings, the door in the hall of stories. I know how they all fit together!"

"Idiot…" I muttered and thrust my spear into his throat. His eyes were wide in surprise and disbelief. "Why would you share with me, and not those you've traveled with?"

The Dunmer couldn't answer, of course, as he choked to death on his own blood. After I was sure the man was dead, I cut his corpse from the webs and began looting him. I found the claw, and a journal, taking a quick look through the journal, I figured it would be good to continue to explore.

Before I got much farther I encountered a new for, something I had never seen or dealt with before.

I was in utter shock as the corpse walked towards me, its great sword at the ready.

In my stupor, I almost allowed it to cleave me in two. However, I was able to evade at the last second, spinning away, I gripped my spear and thrust it into the corpse's stomach, which did little to nothing. As it lifted its sword, I thrust again, this time using the width of my spearhead to cleave through most of the neck.

The corpse's glowing blue eyes faded and it collapsed into a heap on the ground.

I continued in the room, checking every corpse, two others who woke and attacked me. Luckily, they had ever little concern for their own well being, so it was pretty easy to dispatch them with my spear.

The first room held a trap, a very obvious trap, and beyond was more crypts, which held another undead. This one stronger and more aware than the others, using ice magic as well.

I was struck by the first few blasts of ice but evaded the rest. Hissing in anger as my left arm was numb and frozen, I used my right to stab the undead several times. Without my left hand, however, my aim was poor. I wasn't able to catch its neck, but I was able to disable the arm it was using for magic.

Getting an idea, I turned and sprinted away, leaping over the traps plate, and continued towards the wall. When the undead crossed over, it stepped on the plate, and a spiked wall swung out, smashing into the undead, throwing it across the room.

I flinched as the undead slammed into the wall next to me and crumpled to the floor. I watched as the trap reset itself, knowing that, had I not watched my step, I could have been hit by it. Though I'd really have to not be paying attention. Still yet, seeing the power it held did not make me trust it. It would kill by crushing my bones more than the spikes, it would not be a pleasant death.

I sighed and continued on.

After what seemed like hours, I reached what I assumed was the hall of stories. After reading through the journal one more time, I was able to figure out the sealed door. Once I pushed the disks into place, I pushed my hand into the stone, not wanting to break the claw, testing it, I turned the stone and was surprised to see the disks spin before the door began to sink.

I waited patiently for the door to sink all the way, before stepping through. As I walked onward, I kept my guard up, my spear held the ready. My vigilance was rewarded by the surprise of nothing jumping out at me.

I made my way deeper into the chamber where I found a large coffin, a chest, a table, and a large round wall with strange symbols engraved into it.

As I neared the stone wall, staying away from the coffin, I began to hear chanting in a strange tongue. It was as if the wall was trying to pull towards it.

I stilled my mind and brought my being into focus. Taking a slow calming breath as I blocked out the sounds from within my head. I stepped back and turned away.

This feeling, this power that I felt from the wall, it wasn't normal, it wasn't of the mortal race, of me. The Gods, the Hist, and all the other things I had spent my childhood and early teen years praying to, had not once answered me. Not when I was starving, not when I was freezing, covered in ash and soot, beaten and broken, no not once had they answered me.

Now for them to try and present something to me? It kindled a rage, burning deep within me, a fury like fire, threatening to consume my being.

Another deep breath and I made my way towards the coffin, knowing that an undead had to be sleeping within. There just couldn't not be in this situation.

Lifting my spear, I slammed the but into the Ebony lid and leaped back. A moment later the lid was blasted off and another undead climbed out. This one looked, powerful. The way it held itself, the way it walked, and the almost assured stare it gave.

I stepped back, putting a little more room between me and it, gripping my spear tightly as I lowered my stance.

The creature charged.

Drawing in my mind once more, remembering what I had been taught, spun my spear, sending the but crashing into the undead's chest with enough force to shatter a man's ribs.

The being shrugged off the attack almost effortlessly and continued its advance, I stepped back again, trusting the blade of my spear at it, trying to sever its neck. Only for it to deflect each attempt.

The undead was quick, quicker than any other in the tomb that I had met. It almost seemed alive, and if not for the dry, papery skin that covered its bones, I would have thought it alive.

I went to step back again when I was struck by something unexpected.

"Fus!"

A wave of power struck me and sent me stumbling back. I tripped and fell as the undead advanced. Knowing I had to act quickly else I'd lose my life, I swung my spear at the undead's legs. It leaped back in time not to get hit, and while I'd have preferred its legs been broken, I used what I had and rolled backward onto my feet.

As soon as I was standing, the undead was on me again.

It swung its sword, and I ducked, spinning away while trying to flash at its stomach

The Undead blocked the strike, but I pivoted my spear the opposite direction, managing to score a harsh strike on its lower ribs.

Pivoting the spear again, I was rewarded with a shallow slash that drove the being back. Seeing that I had more room, I thrust, managing to sink the end of my blade into the undead's chest, before I had to yank it out.

I stepped forward and thrust again, once more driving the beast back. I spun my spear like a staff and slammed the counterweight into the beasts' hip, spinning with the recoil of my strike, I slammed the blade towards the undead creature's opposite side. Unfortunately, it managed to block this strike.

It stepped forward, refusing to let it go back to pushing me, so did I. My eyes widened slightly seeing its mouth working, and I braced myself.

"Fus!"

I had underestimated the pure force of its verbal attack. It felt like a horse galloped into me, throwing me back several paces.

I landed heavily on my back, my breath being forced from my body. My vision spun this way and that as I tried to gain my bearings. By the time I did, the undead was bringing its sword down at me. I shoved myself out of the way and its sword struck the stone floor, shattering.

Now uncomfortably close to the stone wall, I force myself to ignore the heavy chanting. I gripped my spear and charged. Without a weapon to block my own, my strike was easy to execute.

I shoved the blade into the undead's stomach and lifted it high into the air, leaping from the edge of the platform I plunged my spear down into the soil below. I shoved the blade through the undead and into the ground. Still, it had the desired results when the creature struck the ground many of its bones broke, and its head, slamming to earth, split open.

I watched with a sigh of relief as the blue lights in its eyes went out.

After the tiresome job of pulling my spear from the ground, and from the corpse of the beast, I made my way to the stream that flowed through the chamber. With a rag, taken from my foes corpse, I began cleaning my weapon.

After I was satisfied with how clean it was, I went through the chamber to loot it. Finding a chest hidden behind the wall, I was rewarded with a sword and a set of studded armor, which was again, too small.

Afterward, I began making my track out of the cave, making sure I had grabbed everything there was to offer.

By the time I reached the entrance, my pack was full, and I was dragging three makeshift bags.

I sighed, knowing that it would take, three round trips at the very least to get everything back to Riverwood.

Chapter End

All right! That's the biggest chapter I've ever written on my phone, I think.

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