Strange things have occurred on the island of Solstheim. People have found dead horkers littering the shores, without any signs of struggle or disease. The bodies of soldiers have been found in the wild, partially eaten...Some of the natives have even reported sightings of some kind of a beast, moving only at night, and close to a cavern in the north part of the island.
The natives connect these strange happenings with an old superstitious legend known as
"The Bloodmoon Prophecy". The imperial soldiers that inhabit the southern part of the island do not believe in this so called "legend", they call it a superstitious tale. But if the prophecy is true or not, they will soon find out...
Chapter 1: Arrival
"Bartender, give me another round!"
The bartender grabbed a bottle of sujamma and gave it to the already half-drunk Nord.
"You know Ulfgar, if I were you I would slow down on the drinking" the bartender said.
Ulfgar grabbed the bottle and emptied it in a matter of seconds, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He shoved his hand down his pocket, and grabbed a handful of septims and gave them to the bartender.
"This should cover all the drinks I have had today" he said with a smile on his face. The bartender smiled as well. Ulfgar left the tavern and walked out in to the night. He stuck his hand down his pocket, and grabbed a small piece of paper. He then unfolded it and read it once more, like he had done the day before.
"Dear brother, I have been positioned as a guard here on the island of Solstheim, and I hope that you will come and visit me someday.
Your brother, Ansgar"
He hadn't seen his brother for 10 years, and now, all of a sudden, he sends a note? Ulfgar felt uneasy about this note, but since he hadn't seen his brother in such a long time, he felt that a short visit couldn't hurt. He had done some work at the local smith, so he had enough septims to pay for the long journey to Solstheim. He returned to his little hut, and packed some shirts, a pair of pants and his armor and favorite weapon, a nordic silver axe which had been handed down from his late father, Brandr. He left his little hut in the sleepy village of Hla Oad, and started walking towards the village of Khuul.
It took one and a half day to get to Khuul, and Ulfgar was exhausted. The sun was on it's way up, but all the sleepy Nord had in mind was to find a tavern. He checked in at the only tavern in town, "The Sitting Guar". After about 10 hours of good, well-needed sleep, the nord was on his legs again. As he stepped outside the building, he saw dark clouds in the sky, closing in on the village. If he was going to make the trip to Solstheim, he would have to do the trip now, or wait a couple of days for those nasty clouds to vanish.
He thought for a second, and then decided that he would make the trip as soon as possible, and he then turned and started walking towards the docks. As he reached to the docks, he noticed that there was only one boat in the water, all the other boats had been pulled onto the shore. He saw that the owner of the boat in the water was untying the knot that prevented the boat from floating away. Ulfgar took a deep breath and approached the owner.
"Excuse me sir?" he said," Does this boat go to Solstheim perhaps?"
The owner looked up, and Ulfgar saw that the owner was a Khajit, a mix between a cat and a man.
"Yes, this boat goes to Solstheim", he hissed.
Ulfgar nodded and examined the boat. "How long does it take to get to Solstheim?" he asked.
"That depends on how much you pay", the Khajit said without taking his eyes of the rope.
Ulfgar nodded again and reached into his pocket and grabbed a small leather pouch, and dangled it before the Khajit's eyes.
"Will 35 septims do?" he asked. The Khajit looked at the pouch, and then at the Nord.
"Yes," he hissed,"35 septims will do just fine".
"When are we leaving?" he asked.
"Whenever you feel like leaving".
Ulfgar dumped his belongings in the boat and got in. The Khajit jumped in as well. They slowly floated from the docks, and while the Khajit fixed the sails, Ulfgar stared down into the murky water.
They had barely left the island of Vvardenfell, when one hell of a storm hit the little boat. The giant waves created by the storm hit the sides of the boat, almost sending it into the abyss. The Khajit struggled to prevent the storm from ripping the sails.
"You should not worry," He shouted, "I have faced even bigger storms".
Ulfgar smiled, and he was not prepared for the massive wave that rose above the boat and washed his belongings into the sea. He watched in fear as his fathers axe, the only thing that he had left of his father, disappeared in to the deep murky waters. He stood up in the boat, and was just about to dive in, when he heard the terrifying scream of the Khajit captain. Ulfgar turned around and saw to his horror, that the captain had been hit by a massive wave that had thrown him into the sea.
Now, Ulfgar was facing a hard decision: Would he ignore the captains desperate cries for help, and dive into the water to retrieve his fathers axe, or save the captain, knowing that without a captain he would never reach Solstheim, and thus losing the only thing he had left after his father to the treacherous sea.
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