This is a sequel to my Destiny in a Crisis story, so there are characters I made up from before if you are new to this. Now if you are new let me give you the quick insight of the characters and everything. The protagonist of this story is Rohan Thunderblade Satilus. He is the nord Dragonborn and just slain Alduin, he was adopted as a baby by imperials thus the reason why he has an imperial last name. His birth parents were killed by thalmor. He joined the Companions and has a very "perplex" relationship with Aela the huntress. Now as for the characters made up there is one character I like to mention is Rami. Rami is a seventeen year old nord girl who is an apprentice healer at the temple of Kynareth. In my Blessings of Nature story Rohan is captured by witches at Orphan Rock and forced to have sex with Rami, (read my Blessings of Nature story to know more) and then they escape together, Rohan finds a place for her at the temple where she works as Danica Pure-spring's apprentice. So I hope that helps you a bit if you feel lost reading it, Thanks and enjoy.
"Hold still! You're making the wound fester more!" Rami presses down on the legion soldier's thigh. A big bloody gash was oozing of puss as a hot linen rag burns it down. "AHHHHH! FUCKING BITCH!" goes the soldier; he coughs up some blood mixed with mucus. The soldier was a brawny red haired nord, who looked to be in his mid thirties. He smelled terrible, like ash and dirt. Blood and vomit stained his red bushy mustache and he had a cut over his right eye. "You're whining isn't going to help!" snapped Rami. It was a busy day for her. Soldiers were coming in and all were in the most gruesome condition. Limbs were gone and so were organs, sometimes a soldier comes in with his entrails pouring out. A whole mess of injured soldiers would come to the Temple of Kynareth and half of them wouldn't even make it to the next day.
"ARGH! Why don't you heal it with your magic all ready you fucking girl!?" barks the soldier.
"Look!" Rami lifts the rag and shows the legion his smoldering wound, it had maggots and puss packed in the dead skin, "It's infected! I need to clean this before I even let my hands touch it. Now shut up and hold still!" Rami pressed down with the rag and the soldier grunts and groans, trying to keep still but the stingy pain was overwhelming. Rami was wiping the maggots and blood off, a lot of people would just back away from how disgusting it was but for Rami it didn't bother her. She had seen many wounds more gross and sickening than this. She pours some wheat oil on the wound and takes another hog rag, wiping down. "How can a soldier let a wound like this get so bad?"
"Fucking stormcloak slammed his mace right in my leg!" said the soldier, "I wrapped it with a bandage seeing it would heal its own but after two weeks I started to lose the feeling in it."
"No wonder this in the state it's in. You took no care in this!"
"Oh shut up girl and make it better!" Beads of sweat was coming down the soldier's forehead. He was getting feverish due to his infection. Rami finishes cleaning it and with a quick warming of her hands a golden hue shines from her palm and the wound stops pulsing and the puss vanished. There was still some scaring, but Rami wrapped the leg with wheat oil soaked linen. "The infection is gone and now your body can heal it properly. Now let me go get you something for your fever." Rami goes across the room of moaning, aching legion soldiers and enter the medicine room. She gets a small bowl of clear crisp water and mixes it with a health and stamina potion. Supplies were starting to run low so the healers had to manage their healing potion use. She goes to the feverish soldier and helps him drink the water/healing mix. The soldier coughs out a "Thank you." And Rami puts a warm rag on his forehead as he begins to doze off asleep.
Rami cleans her hands off and go to see Danica Pure-spring who was helping a near to death soldier on a healing bed. Healers try to stop the bleeding and Danica was holding the soldier's hand tight. "Hold on dear, try to keep your eyes open!" said Danica. The soldier was a brenton, he looked no older than nineteen, and blood was spewing out of his stomach for he had taken a stormcloak sword in the intestines. "I'm….going….I'm going to Atherius." Said the soldier in a faint tone. "No! Stay with me my child, please!" pleaded Danica, she was too late, the life had faded from the boy's gray eyes. Danica sighs and looks down with sorrow, "Get Andurs."
One of the healers gets the priest of Arkay who was standing over helping other priest remove some dead soldiers. Andurs comes over to see the dead brenton teen, "Damn another. And a young one too." He does a quick flick of his hand to gets his other priest of Arkay to attention. They scurry over and put the body on a stretcher and carry him away to the temple of Arkay. Danica goes distraught, she didn't know how many deaths she could see in one day. "Mother Pure-spring can I get you something?" said Rami, she had been calling Danica 'Mother Pre-spring' for that's how she viewed her, as her mother.
"No my dear." Said Danica her eyes not looking up, "This temple used to be for a time of praise and kinship. Now it's just horror and death."
"As soon as this war ends it will all stop soon Mother I'm sure."
"Soon? This war has been going on for years child and it doesn't look like soon. Everyday more soldiers come. Skyrim is still in turmoil and I don't think stopping the World Eater was going to save it."
"Is saved a lot!" said Rami, "If it wasn't for Rohan we would all be doomed."
Danica does a slight snigger, "Always defending him aren't you Rami."
"You sounded as if you aren't grateful for what he done. He almost got killed."
"I'm grateful girl. No need to get all iffy, it's just that things haven't really gotten any better."
"Yes Mother, I agree. But I'm still happy to know that I'm still breathing this air on Nirn and I have Rohan to thank."
"Everyone has Rohan to thank child. Speaking Rohan where is he?"
"He went to Solitude to help out some with some trouble around Dragon Bridge. He said he'll return soon. He's gonna bring me back a gift!"
-Haafingar, Wolf Skull Cave/Ruins
"We summon Potema!"
"Blessed be the unholy spirit! We summon you Queen Potema!"
Six necromancers stand in a circle with a wolf glyph craved on the stone floor of the Wolf Skull ruins tower. A glowing purple beam of energy swirled around high. The summoning of the Wolf Queen Potema Septim was being enacted and the necromancers could feel her getting closer. "Potema! Hear our call!" calls the master necromancer, "We summon you to our realm!"
"We summon Potema!" chants the other necromancers.
The beam of energy glows brighter, "YES! RETURN ME TO THIS REALM!" says a loud ghostly voice of a woman. "Queen Potema I summon you, heed my call and perform my bidding!"
"WE SUMMON POTEMA!"
The loud hissing of the beam blasts as the necromancers get no respond. Minutes pass and the master necromancer calls again, "POTEMA HEAR ME! I SUMMON YOU TO THIS REALM AND EXECUTE MY CALL! I BIND YOUR SOUL, NOW RESPOND!" Nothing but hissing, the necromancers continue to hold hands waiting for the Wolf Queen to reply. They finally get an answer.
"YOU FOOLS! DISGUSTING MORTALS! YOU DO NOT CONTROL ME! I WILL NOT HEED YOUR CALL!" The beam vanishes as Potema disappears. She wasn't going to listen to them, for the necromancers wished to control her. Disappointed, the necromancers let go of hands, huffing from frustration. "Damn! You said the charm will work!" says a dark elf necromancer.
"It was working, she heard our summons!" says the master necromancer, she was a nord.
"She just went up and left! I knew this was a waste of time!" says a brenton necromancer.
A dragonbone arrow zips through one of the necromancer's neck. The necromancer falls dead as the others look around startled. "FUS RO DA!" a shout comes out of the darkness and pushes two other necromancers off the high tower, falling to their deaths. "What is going…
Two dragonbone swords surge through a necromancers chest from the back. The necromancer looks down to see the broad boney blades stick out from his torso, choking up blood. The blades pull out and the necromancer drops dead. Behind the necromancer was a tall warrior dressed in Ebony mail armor, with a dragonpriest mask on. The warrior's swords dripped blood as the last remaining two necromancers stood in horror. "Who are you!" says the dark elf.
The warrior does a fast spin of his swords and blades go swinging fast. The dark elf's head flies off. The master necromancer cast some ice spike spells hitting the warrior. The spikes breaks at the hardness of the armor and the warrior just stood there not moving. "You like ice do ya?" says the warrior and with a heavy shout, "IIZ SLIEN NUS!" Frost spills from the mouth area of the mask and the master necromancer turns to ice. The warrior then brings his heavy foot on the necromancer's frozen head and crushes it like it was a block of ice. Ice and frozen blood cubes splatter everywhere.
Rohan pulls of his mask, the dragon priest mask was called Krosis and it was the mask he kept from Shearpoint. He liked to wear it sometimes to give off the spookiness when he sneaks around to kill. He runs his hand through his shaved head. Rohan had gotten a new haircut seeing his long shoulder length hair was starting to become a nuisance, so he had it cut down to a nice buzz cut. His grew his beard out and then trimmed it down giving off a nice well groom scruff.
Rohan leaves Wolf Skull cave and the nice cold afternoon air blows a soft wind. He breathes in the cool air, it strengthens his lungs and he needed strong lungs for shouting. He gets on his horse and rides off to Solitude. It had been almost two months since the death of Alduin and Rohan was now a fabled hero across the land. Songs and stories were about him and bartenders were naming drinks after him. He was talk amongst the hold guards and the girls, everyone in Skyrim knows who Rohan Satilus is.
-Solitude.
"HAHA! I am Olaf one-eye the captor of dragons!" says a young nord boy playing in the streets of Solitude with his friends, he swishes a wooden sword around. "And I'm Rohan Satilus! Slayer of dragons! Masters of the thu'um! All enemies will end with the mightiness of my shouts!" says an imperial boy who was playing too.
"That's not fair you always get to be Rohan!"
"So!"
"I make a better Rohan, I'm much taller!"
"No you're not!"
"Are too!"
"Excuse me boys." Rohan walks through them with a smile heading to the Blue Palace. The boys stare at the man walking by, trying to really believe if that was who they think he is. Rohan makes his way to the massive palace. "Hail Dragonborn!" says the guards as they see him walk in. The inside of the palace was marble and it had a nice shiny glow. One of the servant girl sees Rohan walk to the throne room, "Is that really him?" she whispers to her friend another servant girl. "Yeah it is! Told you he was good looking!" The girls giggle and gets back to their duties.
The throne room was filled with the usual court. Thanes sitting about, pompous nobles, the housecarl standing by the Jarl's side, the un talkative court wizard, the same old thing. An imperial delegate from Cyrodiil was speaking to Jarl Elisif who was trying to really follow along but had no idea what the man was talking about for he kept rambling on things such as the war and imperial procalmates, so she sat on her throne and nods her head pretending like she understood.
Falk Firebeard, the Jarl's steward was standing by listening when he sees Rohan walk up the stairs to the throne room. He goes over to him, "Rohan! You made it!"
"I told you I can handle it Falk."
"What did you find? Was it bad as the rumors told to be?"
"Worse, I found some necromancers summoning…" Rohan leans in close to Falk and whispers, "Summoning Potema Septim."
"The Wolf Queen herself!? Gods I wouldn't know what we were going to do if Potema returned."
"Don't worry the ceremony was stopped and the necromancers are dead."
"I knew we can count on the Dragonborn." Falk pats Rohan on the shoulder, "Let go get your reward right quick. The Jarl is busy with a delegate and….
"Don't be silly Falk, let me speak to him!" says Elisif.
Rohan steps forth and kneels down, "My Jarl."
"Stand Rohan, please. You should be the one that doesn't need to bow."
"You humble me so greatly Jarl Elisif." Rohan stands and keeps it polite for he was before royalty, giving off his nice courtly smile that compliments his bright blue eyes. "Rohan, I like you to meet Cocius Vinipter. He's one of the highest ranking senators from the Imperial City." Rohan bows his head to the imperial. The imperial senator was a middle age man, and had a slightly large belly. His head was bald but he had a short gray beard covering half his face. The senator wore bright blue robes, flashing of nobility and a small gold ear ring in his left ear. "Ah yes, Rohan Satilus. There has been much talk of you in Cyrodiil. A lot of people in Chorrol have been cheering your name."
"Yes, well I grew up down there so I'm guessing some locals remember me." Rohan missed Chorrol, Skyrim was now his made home but he still misses the lovely forest and the Colovian highlands of Chorrol.
"A lot of diplomats have been talking about you as well. Some talk among our Aldmeri brothers."
Aldmeri brothers?! Paak! Those Thalmor are nowhere close to our brethren. Rohan was disgusted by the Senator's words about the Thalmor. The pompous short sided fool seems to have forgotten the atrocities by the Aldmeri Dominion.
"Yes well once you slay the World Eater by shouting him out of the sky, talk will travel a lot." Said Elisif.
"Yes I was talking to your Jarl here about the war effort. It's quite a shame that the Empire's most respected and well known province is under turmoil of this civil war created by that murdering barbarian Ulfric Stormcloak. And I assure you Jarl Elisif that Emperor Mede will bring justice after the tragic death of your husband. General Tullius is a hard man but he gets the job done and he gets it done right."
"I know the General will find victory soon. Skyrim is still hurt and she needs to be healed. But as long as Ulfric Stormcloak is still breathing, she will never heal." laments Jarl Elisif.
"I say Rohan, I see you not taking the fight. May I ask who you side with on this war?"
Cocius was getting annoying. Here he was calling Rohan out in front of everyone. The court stood silent waiting for Rohan's answer. Even Elisif was staring at him waiting for a reply. "I am on the side that I always stood. Skyrim."
"That sounds like something Ulfric would say." Jeered Cocius.
"Yes but unlike a Stormcloak, I stand and see the problem and not follow some greedy man's wishes like a brain washed fool." Snapped Rohan.
"And what is the problem?"
"The problem is that this war has claimed so many unneeded lives, when it's really just one over illustrious debate!"
"Hmm, well. Politics doesn't seem to be your way. Mr. Satilus. I must be off Jarl Elisif; I have a lot more scheduled to do today. It's been an honor." Cocius bows and leaves and Elisif remains staring at Rohan.
"An illustrious debate?"
"Forgive me my Jarl." Rohan kneels down, "I had wish not to offend." He knows how much the war meant for her. The war started when her husband was killed. She didn't look at it as a petty debate, she looked at seeing justice made for her husband.
"Jarl Elisif" said Falk breaking the award atmosphere, "I have good news. Rohan has just thwarted the trouble in Wolf Skull cave. Turns out it was necromancers summoning the Wolf Queen."
"The Wolf Queen? Queen Potema?" A smile comes to Elisif's face, "Once again Rohan you've saved us all! You must be rewarded!"
"Please my Jarl I had volunteered. I seek no reward."
"You must be gifted something, Tell me what is it that you seek?"
"My jarl, knowing that everyone here is safe and clear from harm's way is the only reward I seek. Now if you excuse me I must return to Whiterun."
"When will you be back?" Elisif hated to see him leave and so soon.
"Um, soon. My Jarl. I'll return soon. I have business with the Companions. Good day." Rohan bow his head and leaves.
Elisif folds her arms disgruntled. There had been many attempts for her to get to know Rohan. Ever since the day they met at the peace council at High Hrothgar he had been somewhat intriguing to her. But he just goes and leaves in a split second for her to even hold a conversation with him. "What did he mean by illustrious debate? Does he not care that Skyrim is in a war?"
"If I may my Jarl." says the court wizard Sybille Stentor, "A lot of the citizens believe this war in not needed and that it's only making matters worse. That said most people who cares not for this war also don't care for Ulfric's propaganda and they believe that he is the root of all this turmoil. So don't take Rohan's view as an insult."
"But he is the Dragonborn! He is suppose to care for Skyrim's hard ships." Huffed Elisif.
"Understand my Jarl, he just slain a great evil to this world. I don't think he's in the mood for more heighten bloodshed at the moment." Said Falk.
Word from the Writer: I know this is a little short but this is just a chapter to get the word down if you will. I'm a little runny at ideas at the moment but bear with me now. Tell me what you think and Thanks for Reading!