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His breathing slowed as he pulled his conjured sword from a dead dragr. The foul thing was still twitching, dammit. Rumarin frowned as he plunged the sword in the creature once more, straight through its heart… if it still had a heart that is. No more movement. Good riddance he thought as he looked around. It was a small outdoor ruin with a couple of sarcophagi and a big chest behind a locked gate. He didn't run into a lot of trouble either, two draugr and a skeleton, child's play. He hoped for good loot, The Devines knew he could use it. He made his living robbing dungeons, graves… sometimes he went out of a dungeon with enough coin to live comfortably for a couple of weeks. But during these past two months his luck was running dry.
Just as he was about to look for a lockpick to pry the gate open he heard a loud roar. His blood chilled in an instant. It was unlike anything he ever head, it didn't sound like an animal, it sounded like a beast. He panicked, conjuring up a bow and readied himself for whatever was to come. Rumarin felt it's closeness and as he looked at the sky he saw two huge red wings flying above his head, the creature roared once more just as it breather lava-like fire at the ground a couple of yards away from him, down a little hill the ruin was on. Rumarin could feel the unbearable heat. He figured that he was standing too close to the target. Just as he shot an arrow at the dragon he heard loud cursing "I will have your head for this!" A female voice screamed. He had his eyes fixed to the sky, shooting arrows, but as he looked down the hill he could see a woman shooting from her own bow, looking at the dragon and cursing it. She was tall and curvy, but that was all he could see, her body was clad in pitch black armor with a hood covering her head and the majority of her face. Rumarin was baffled but this woman's courage, not only was she intent on killing the dragon she was also slurring vile curses at it. She must have a serious death wish. The dragon roared once more, Rumarin felt the ground shake as it landed maybe two feet away from him.
"Shit!" Rumarin cursed taking notice that the damned thing stared right at him. It's yellow eyes filled with fury. He conjured two swords one for each hand trying to slash the thing as it started walking closer and closer towards him. He slashed the thing's snout and the dragon halted for a moment getting irritated by Rumarin, it opened its huge jaws and Rumarin could feel his vision blur as the creature tore through his robe sinking teeth into his thigh. The pain was sharp and breathtaking; he stumbled but managed to slash the wretched dragon once more before he fell on to the ground, his blood coloring the snow crimson. He looked up at it once more. He did a good number on the beast slashed the goddamned thing's eye. It growled in pain and annoyance and opened it's jaws once more.
This is it, Rumarin thought, he never knew his end was going to come by a dragon but at least it was what the Nords called an honorable death. Rumarin wasn't someone who dwelled much on honor or courage but this made sense. Well, at least it's not death by skeever. He laughed to himself mentally. It was all happening in slow motion in his head but he was sure this was all just a matter of a minute or two.
The thing breathed preparing for another fire breath. Rumarin heard a scream "Watch out!" just as someone tackled him out of the fire storm; the push was a hard one, forcing the air right out of his lungs as the woman, he noted disoriented, covered him with her body as a human shield from the dragon's fire. He looked up seeing a pair of bright silver eyes looking at him for a moment. She got up the moment the fire passed. He could move up in a sitting position but his vision was getting more blurry from the pain as his adrenaline rush was passing, but still he could see her jumping on the dragon shouting with a force "MUL QAH DIIIV!", the aura around her flowed a bright orange, her blades in hands hacking and slashing, the thing was pissed off trying to shake her off but she remained still just as she was about to plunge her black sword in it's skull. With a final growl it fell down on the snowy ground dead.
Rumarin saw the puddle of blood dripping from his leg. He winced in pain, feeling his vision go dark and the last thing he saw was his savior standing victoriously as the dragon started to decay right there and from it coming an unbelievable colorful aura. It seemed that the woman was absorbing it somehow. Dragonborn he though just as everything went pitch black.
Avalon scoffed at the weather. She loved the cold, she was after all a Nord, but heading so far north where nothing could survive was a little too extreme even for her. Well, at least there's no storm yet. She scoffed once more taking in her surroundings. There wasn't much but snow, snow and a lot of snow. Maybe a frozen tree but that was a rarity in this part of Skyrim. She was wandering around aimlessly watching out for an ice wraith. Some merchant in Rifften offered her a good sum of gold for three pairs of ice wraith teeth. Avalon could care less for the gold, this mission offered her a break she needed. After the Civil War was over, Ulfric on the throne and Alduin defeated she needed some peace. Of course every Jarl wanted her assistance and the war against the vampires was still going on, Serana and Isran were hell-bent on pointing that out, and of course Miraak was still lingering in Solstheim. But Avalon was exhausted. She was the Dragonborn, Thieves' Guild Master, general of the Stormcloaks, Listener and of course Arch-Mage. She was a powerful woman, and too young to carry out all these responsibilities without being torn on every side. She just wanted to go home to Lakeview manor and relax with a bottle of mead without everyone bitching about having the slightest problem. She felt like everyone' mule… Dragonborn this, Dragonborn that… As if saving the world and ending a war wasn't enough. So she wanted to go MIA for a couple of days, so what? The world was alive before she was declared Dragonborn and with no Alduin it, it will continue to live long after her. The moment she gets some lead involving Miraak or the vampires she will stay away, the rest can go to hell.
She walked slowly feeling the chill through her Nightingale armor. It was her preferred armor, she loved the fact that only a couple of people know what the Dragonborn looks like. All everyone knew was that the Dragonborn was a female Nord. And she was intent that it stayed just like that.
Avalon's face grimed as she heard the all familiar roar. She didn't even have time to look up as the fire came on her. "Can't I have one moment of peace!?" She heard the dragon spilling fire in response. She felt the burn as she shouted back to the damned thing; took up a bow on her back ready to shoot arrows. "I will have your head for this!" Like a madwoman she proceeded to curse at the dragon. She was livid. One day, just one day without stress and then this idiot of a dragon decided to show up. She fell to her knees the pain catching on. The dragon made a circle and landed just atop a little hill that had a ruin on it. She grimaced chugged a healing potion before she started sprinting after the dragon, her swords drawn. She climbed the hill and almost stopped dead in her tracks as she saw the dragon biting into a man's leg and doing a number on his stomach too. He was really tall and a little too broad shouldered for a high elf, she couldn't see much of his face with a hood on his head, and she started running straight to them as the man slashed right at the dragon's eye. It was an amazing strike; she had to give him that. Avalon saw the beast breathe, getting ready to spill fire on the elf. "Watch out!" She panicked and jumped on the man, tackling him to the ground away from the fire not so gently. He was hurt and despite everything she couldn't let someone innocent die so she did the only thing she could… she jumped and covered him. The elf looked straight in her eyes in disbelief. His eyes were a bright gold, a short beard on his chin but his red war paint baffled her, not many elves wore that kind of marking. As soon as the fire passed she got up shouting the Dragon Aspect shout, jumping on the annoying dragon and with one final blow to the skull feeling it fall down.
Avalon felt the powerful dragon soul seeping into her as she turned around to see the elf with his eyes closed. Quickly she jumped to check for a pulse and sighed in relief as she felt his heartbeat, slow but not dying yet. The wound on his thigh and lower torso was a bloody mess. With the dragon aspect still there she was able to lift him up, dragging the elf's body anywhere warm. By the Nine, he was heavy. She quickly conjured her horse Arvak to her aid and headed west.