Fanfic: Howls of the Damned
Summary: Luke Mahariel, years before going to Endiness went to Tamriel, danger, and Were-wolfy goodness ensures.
'The Damned that Howl don't deserve help...' - Unknown Were-wolf hunter (Made it up myself.)
Pairings: Luke X Aela, mentioning of Luke X Merril.
Rater T for: Language, Suggestive themes, occasional graphic scenes, and Were-wolves.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Age: Origins, or Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, if I did, I'd be rich, and level +999...without further waste of time...
Howls of the Damned
Chapter 1: "Damn Dalish Elf"
En Route to Helgen
(Luke's POV)
I blinked, waking up. "Where am I?" I asked, looking around the Cart.
"Well...you're finally up, looks like you walked into an Ambush meant for us Stormcloaks." one said, he had a blue cloth, gold chainmail suit of armor on. "I'm Ralaf of Riverwood."
"Stormcloaks...oh Divines...who's the one gagged?" a man in rough spun clothing asked.
"Watch your mouth you are talking to the True High King, Ulfric Stormcloak." Ralaf said.
"If that's...oh Divines, where are they taking us?" the rough spun tunic wearing one said.
"What's your name Horse-Thief?" Ralaf asked.
"Andy." Andy said.
"Where's your home?" Ralaf asked.
"Riften...I'm from Riften." Andy said.
"A true Nord should die, remembering their home." Ralaf said, seeing Helgen. "Sovenrgaurde...waits for us." Ralaf said.
"Elves?" I asked, seeing one Black-robed, hooded Elves.
"Thalmor...Damn Elves." Ralaf said. "Sold us out to the Empire probably."
"Son, get inside." a Soldier said, he had the bearings of a lieutenant.
"Why I want to watch the soldiers." the boy said.
"Inside now." the Soldier said.
"Death to the Stormcloaks!" a Woman shouted, she had roughly the same armor.
"I die...today..." I sighed, and heard a faint noise.
"We'll meet again, one day." Ralaf said.
The cart stopped, and Andy was pushed out, followed by Ralaf, Ulfric and then myself. "Step slowly to the block when we say your name." Hadvar said, reading the list.
"Ralaf of Riverwood..." Hadvar said, after triple-checking it was 'Ralaf' and not anything else.
"It has truly been an Honor." Ralaf said, going next to one of the prisoners from another cart.
"Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm." Hadvar said, Ulfric grunted, and then followed Ralaf silently. "Andy of Riften." Hadvar finally said.
"You won't catch me!" he yelled, running for it.
"Archers." the heavily armored Woman said, (she had the armor a Centurion of Rome would wear.) her white steel went well with the steel plate on the chest, and her helmet had a slightly Elven look to it.
The archers killed Andy with ease. "Rikke, Sorry, Legate...he's not on the list, what should we do?" Hadvar asked.
"Who are you?" Legate Rikke said.
"Luke Mahariel, of Dalish Clan Sabrae, ma'am." I said, bowing slightly in respect.
"Hm...Send him to the block..." Rikke said.
"I'm sorry Elf; I'll make sure your remains are sent...where ever you live..." Hadvar said.
"Bury my body, and plant a tree over it, it's all I ask." I said.
"Ok..." Hadvar said, and I went to the line-up.
"Blessing on the Eight Divines, may they give you Mercy-" a Priestess started.
"For the love of Talos, Shut up, and kill me already, I haven't all day." a Stormcloak soldier said.
The Stormcloaks laughed, as he had insulted the Priestess, and the Imperials. The Priestess sighed, and said. "Very well, die then."
The Executioner, was wearing a classic black triangular hood, and was very well fit, but he had to, as he hefted a heavy two-handed Great-Axe, it wasn't like a normal one, with a curved blade, it had an almost square-blade, and it looked sharp enough to go through three cows.
He took a deep breath, and cut off the man's head. I heard that awful cry, rolling noise again...it sounded closer, now, much louder.
"What the hell was that?" Hadvar asked.
"Next prisoner." Rikke said, as it happened again.
"Please...for the love of the Divines...have mercy, I am not even a Stormcloak." one of the Stormcloaks said.
"Quit your whining so the Wood Elf with the awesome facial tattoos can die." Ralaf said.
"I said, Next prisoner." Rikke said.
"Easy to the block now Prisoner." Hadvar said.
I sighed, and slowly walked to the headsman's block, I didn't even think of anything but 'I die today….Creators have mercy.' I had just got onto my knees when I was forced right onto the block; I winced at the drying blood now on my neck. I sighed, thinking it would be my last… I felt the axe gently touch my neck, and then suddenly that noise again….and a Black-colored dragon appeared.
"What in Oblivion is that?" a man said, he looked to be something akin to a General.
"Dragon!" Hadvar shouted, and charged when it roared, knocking the Executioner down. I had fallen, and nearly got knocked out from hitting the ground, hard.
"Get up Dalish Elf, we need to get out of here, the Divines won't give us a second chance." Ralaf said, and helped me to the nearest tower.
"What is a Dragon doing out of Legend?" a Stormcloak said.
"Legends don't burn down villages." Ulfric Stormcloak said. "Elf, go with Ralaf, and escape I'll be fine."
"Ok." I said, and I ran up the Tower, just as the Dragon broke the second floor's stairs, and burned a Stormcloak to death.
"Jump, and May the Divines protect you!" Ralaf said, almost throwing me out the new hole.
"Holy...!" I yelled, just before I landed in a house missing part of the roof.
I kept running, I came across the boy, and Hadvar on my way around. "Gamming come here..." Hadvar said, and Gamming, the boy did so. "Good boy...run to Tulis." Hadvar told Gamming, who nodded and ran to do so.
"Follow me, you'll be safe prisoner." Hadvar said, and I nodded, we carefully made it to a spot in the Fort/Prison where there was two entrances, one went with Ralaf, the other with Hadvar. I followed Hadvar.
I rushed inside as the Dragon breathed fire at me. "Can you remove the bindings; I can help you in case of a fight?" I asked.
"Alright, here..." he said, as the bindings just dropped somewhat loudly, I winced, my ears were more sensitive than most Elves.
"Find the key, and any weapons or armor, and the gold coins, are called Septims, they are currency here in Skyrim." Hadvar said, knowing I was not from any known part of Tamriel.
"Alright..." I said, equipping the armor of a scout in the Legion, it was all studded leather, and I liked it. "Where's my equipment anyhow?" I asked.
"Most likely being used for a Militia in Riverwood by now." Hadvar said.
"Alright then." I sighed, and swung the sword carefully. "It's a beautifully made iron sword." I said out loud.
"I like my Imperial Sword, but they are alright." Hadvar said.
I opened the door, and heard some Stormcloaks talking about a dead guy in the room ahead. "I will kill my enemies." I said, and suddenly my left hand shot out lightning, killing the Stormcloaks before they were even aware of us. "Interesting." I simply stated.
"Never been able to use magic before?" Hadvar asked.
"Where I'm from only a Mage can use magic." I explained Thedas in a quick way.
"Sounds like a lovely place." Hadvar said.
I nodded and we went on, entering a storeroom, I quickly killed my enemies and took their armor, one had a quiver with ten arrows in it. "So...who are the Divines?" I asked.
"They are the gods of Tamriel...there really isn't much about them that I could tell you, other than Mara is the goddess of Love and Matrimony." Hadvar said.
"I see...well I'll just skin up the animals hanging there grab the potions, and the Septims in here then we will head on ward." I said, and he nodded.
I heard commotion just a few moments below us. "Torture room." Hadvar said, and I nodded.
"Well hello Hadvar." the Torturer said, as he killed the last Stormcloak.
"Where's the exit, a Dragon attacked, we need to get out of here." Hadvar said.
"Down the hall, I'm coming with." the Torturer's assistant said.
"Go on ahead; I'll catch up in a minute." I said, and just as they were out of eyesight, I slit the Torturer's throat, looted the cages, and took his equipment; I gave a quick prayer to the dead mage, and quickly set his spell book in my bag.
"Where's the old man?" Hadvar asked.
"He had a slit throat...can't imagine how it happened." I said, and they both nodded.
"He wasn't worth living anyhow." the assistant said.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Tom." Tom said.
"Well...let's go kill some Stormcloaks..." I said, pulling the bow off my back, and had an arrow ready.
"What was that?" a Stormcloak said.
"Nothing, just the waters...probably." another said.
"Keep to the Shadows." I whispered, and my arrow hit a Stormcloak right in his forehead.
"Assassin!" one shouted, as he got an arrow to his heart.
"Hide behind your shields!" Ralaf shouted, pulling out a long square shield.
Hadvar fired an arrow that killed Ralaf. "This is for the Empire!" I shouted, as I fired another arrow, killing the nearest Stormcloak, before charging into the Grand Melee (Grand indeed when death can be a possibility) I hardly got hurt, other than two arrows that had hit me.
"Damn Dalish Elf..." one of the Stormcloaks said, before dying.
End of Chapter 1
(A/N: So far, I like this story, even though I haven't played Skyrim in about two months, I can remember some parts of it.)