Ceabhail:
Chapter 1 went over pretty well, i'd say. So... i guess I'm in the clear. Onward!
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Oh, and enjoy =^^=
Do you ever wonder if you could go back in time and pause at the very moment you knew you fucked up? Well, if I had to sum up the exact second I fucked up, it would be the very second I jumped out of the tower and freefell to the burning inn on the other side. You see… it's not the moment I put on the headset; it's not the moment I insulted Ralof to his face; and it's not the moment I punched Dad in the face and told him I never wanted to see him ever again. It was the moment I jumped out of the burning tower, freefalling two stories into a burning building. And the reason why… because I forgot I'm scared of heights.
"Oh, shit, fucking shit!" I screamed as the wind pulled up on me and my stomach ended up in my throat as I fell to the ground. I've never jumped from something this high up before, and especially not into something as lethal as a burning building. As I fell do the building underneath me, I closed my eyes and screamed, "Maximum effort!" As if that would somehow make this easier for me to deal with.
I crashed into something, something stuffed with cotton and hay, but it hit with so much force that I felt my leg snap as I landed on top of it. Blinding white pain flashed through me as I rolled through the mattress of the inn's surviving bed, landing on my back with my left leg feeling like I shattered it. When I looked down at my leg, it was bent awkwardly. Well… that's not a game mechanic. At least, not in Elder Scrolls. I'm not secretly in Fallout, right? Oh gods… I would hate that so much.
So, here I was, lying flat on my back, my left leg broken, and I was in too much pain to move while the building around me was burning its way to the ground. This was not like the video game at all. But still, I had to get moving, or I was going to die in the tutorial stage of the game. Talk about embarrassing for a veteran player of the game.
I screamed as I started propping myself onto my elbows as I started pushing myself backwards, using my elbows to walk myself away from the burning side of the inn, trying my best to make it over to the staircase. I wish I could stand up, but my leg was broken, no doubt about it. And it's not like I can just set it back in its spot and then magically fix it. Wait… Talia… you're forgetting something. One: you have spells. You know Healing. Two: you have Histskin. Ok, so… I have the tools, but… how? It's not like I can just select my spells and activate them. I mean… I can't even open up my menu. What good were spells right now?
I sighed as I dropped my head onto the wooden floor. The fire was spreading across the inn, and I couldn't crawl fast enough to get away. There was a fast way down to the ground floor though, but I'm not sure I want to take it. There's a hole in the floor to my right, and if I dive through it, I'll end up on the ground floor. From there, I just have to limp to Hadvar, and I'm sure he'll carry me all the way to Riverwood, if I asked him. I was hoping to get done with the first quest before the end of the day, and by first quest, I mean going straight up to Bleak Falls Barrow, grab that golden claw, go back to Riverwood, turn the claw over, and then head over to Whiterun to talk to the Jarl and hand over the Dragonstone. Maybe take the passage through that mountain pass where the random necromancer has made his home, kill him, take his enchanted knife, learn how to do enchantment, and then… I don't know… hopefully finally figure out spells.
Sigh…
It sounds so easy when it's just a video game, but now it's real. Magick… real. And not the magick I do when I light candles during full moons. Not the magick I do when I cup my hands around a piece of paper and launch a ki blast at it. Something more tangible… or is it? What if it's the same? The Histskin… how would that work? If I had to imagine, I would guess it would be second nature, like breathing, or at least blood clotting. A bodily function. So, what if Histskin is already doing its job? What if Argonians just heal faster? Or… what if I need to drink Hist sap for it to work? So many questions, not enough time to experiment. Oh well then… I guess Plan A.
I rolled over to the hole in the floor. I could already see the ground floor welcoming me. Oh well… here I come. Kandosii'la.
I grunted as I pulled myself through the hole, freefalling once again, but this time landing more heavily on my collarbone, and not on a soft bed this time. I was in so much pain, I screamed out in agony/blind pain as I impacted on the floor.
"Did you hear that?" Hadvar said as he rushed to the doorway. "Seeress!" He charged into the burning building. "Don't worry, I got you." He reached down, wrapping his arms around me as he started dragging me out of the building. The second floor was just beginning to collapse onto the ground floor, the fire spreading even further. Well, it's not a game over, not yet anyway. Survival mode has nothing on this.
As soon as we were clear of the burning building, Hadvar set me down, looking me over. "Are you hurt?" He asked while glancing at my awkwardly bent left leg.
"Oh, no. My leg just does that from time to time whenever I freefall from two-story towers." I said through grit teeth. "And I'm having some trouble remembering how to do my Healing spell. Or my Histskin."
Hadvar scratched at his head. "Um… you just focus your spell energy on your wound and then… I don't know… it just sort of… works. Histskin though… I don't know how that works. Argonians are pretty hush-hush about it." Of course they are. Too bad I can't just use Shadow like Pra'ja or something.
"Well, I really don't want to fix my own leg, so… can you, and I can't believe I'm suggesting this, can you grab my leg and reset it?" I was already reaching for whatever I could grip. I need something to chomp down on to.
Hadvar shrugged as he reached for my leg. "Ok, then. Just… give me a second to mentally prepare myself."
"Isn't that supposed to be my line?" I could barely finish my thought as he snapped my leg back into its spot, and I felt a hot flash of pain wash over me, so much that I growled out a whole legion of Mandalorian slurs at him, maybe even threw a few waves of lightning at him. Yeah, when he snapped my leg back together, I snapped my fingers out, and lightning flashed out of my fingers, smashing Hadvar in his face. Well… that was cool. Felt natural too, like doing a ki blast on a piece of paper. Which made me realize that… yeah, spells are intuitive. I didn't even have to focus that hard on them. Once I had that figured out, I sat up and cupped my hands over my leg. "Ok, I'm going to try Healing now."
"You certainly have Shock figured out." Hadvar's face deadpanned after I hit him hard enough to paralyze his facial muscles. I certainly hope he gets his nerves back. Haha.
I closed my eyes and did with my Healing spell that I did with my ki healing training back when I was in high school. Should be more or less the same thing. I just hope I don't have to do any form of pressure point dim mok stuff to make this work. I mean… I know some basic stuff, but I'm not the healer my brother was. Ki was his thing, I just kind of picked it up from him. Jeez, how many times do I begin my stuff with him having already done it. I think the only thing I did first was Kendo, while he focused on tae kwon do. Speaking of which, I would feel a lot safer if I got my hands on a sword of some kind.
I slowly started to feel the warm pressure starting to cover my body, one that felt a little familiar. Wait… Ralof was standing over me when I felt this. Did… did he heal me? Or… oh great Morrigan… did I wake up because my Histskin already saved my life? I bet that's exactly what happened. That meteorite had me dead to rites… and then I just wake up feeling completely warm and fuzzy? Yeah, that's the same feeling, only this is isolated to my broken leg. So… my Histskin won't work again for a full day… or until I drink Hist? Or… does it even have a cool down? I don't know how things work here in real Skyrim.
I must be feeling pretty good if I'm able to think about the cooldown system located inside my body. My leg was feeling less painful, but… that doesn't mean it's fixed. That just means I might have a placebo effect going on inside me right now. I might just stand up and then… snap, right back to where I started. And while I sat here, healing my leg, Alduin was flying overhead, crashing into a nearby tower, plucking an Imperial off his feet, and carrying him up into the sky where he took a bite out of him, ripping the Imperial in half. That was gruesome. And kind of awesome.
Hadvar was leaning over me, lifting a shield over my head as it rained red blood down all around us. "Hurry up!" Hadvar said as a pair of legs was dropped on top of us, which Hadvar tossed to the side. The giant rope of intestines falling down around us was not comforting though.
I groaned as I looked up at him. "Hey! I've never worked magick on this scale before. Hehe… scales." I shook the thought from my head, trying my best to be serious. "What I mean is that… I'm new to healing. So… I don't know when my broken leg will be fixed. Now… there is an obvious solution that I think we haven't considered. I could focus on healing my leg while you wrap me up in your arms and carry me to the garrison fort."
Hadvar only nodded as he lifted me into his arms. "You know… you're surprisingly light."
I shrugged. "It's my ego, it's like a balloon." I pointed to the ruined building just ahead of us. "Now, onward, Samwise! You cannot carry my burden, but you can carry me!" I hugged Hadvar close to me.
Hadvar only rolled his eyes, clearly not getting the joke. And I'm ok with that. If I have to explain it though, it's going to take me a long time.
Hadvar took off in a small jog, but I directed him back by punching him. "No, stop. Go behind the building. The dragon is about to land and kill Torolf by breathing fire down on top of him."
"We should save him!" Hadvar sounded alarmed. And he quickly tossed me on my shebs, racing over to Torolf. "I'm coming, Torolf."
"Dad… I'm scared." The tiny kid leaned over his father, whose leg was shattered just as badly as mine. A piece of a wall had fallen down on top of him, crippling him, it seems.
"Little cub, you will be fine. Just… be strong. Be the bear you're meant to be." Torolf said, grabbing onto his son and pulling him close. "Now… it's time for you to be a man. Go!" He shoved the boy away from him.
"No…" The boy shook his head.
"Watch out!" I screamed, looking up at the sky as Alduin freefell down right behind Torolf. Hadvar just had enough time to scoop the boy in his arms, bringing his shield in front of him. Alduin took a deep breath and breathed out a torrent of fire that I honestly could feel from where I was sitting now. Hadvar was proudly hiding behind his wooden shield, protecting the boy as the fire almost enveloped them. When the fire cleared, Torolf was nothing more than a charred corpse. Alduin flapped back into the sky, taking off without even considering eating Hadvar or the boy. Well, somethings just like the game don't change. I wonder… am I able to leave Skyrim? Or will there be an invisible barrier? Will I be able to see any Argonian children? I have Ram-ku downloaded. Which… is the same name of a shadowscale in Rogue Shadowscale. Coincidence? Maybe.
When the fire cleared, Hadvar slowly lowered his shield, still shaking in his boots. He glanced over to me, wide-eyed. "You really are a seeress. We can't change the outcome, can we?"
I shrugged. "If we can, that would be great. If not, well… at least we'll try. But… we can escape. I struggled to pick myself up by holding my arms out like a toddler wanting to be carried by my parent. When Hadvar walked over to me, picking me up again, he looked me in the eye.
"Ok, so… how?"
Ok, Talia. Be gentle this time. Don't get all angry like you did with Ralof. Remember… Hadvar is not racist, and he's an Imperial. He's your favorite. "We can get out of this situation by grouping up with Ralof and venturing down into the garrison fort. There's an old cave system under the keep, and the cave travels far enough away from Helgen that we can escape without the dragon noticing."
He looked slightly offended at what I just said. "What? Why do we need Ralof?"
I poked Hadvar in the arm. "Because the Seeress says so. This here, this dragon god… yeah, it's a god, by the way, is more than the Stormcloaks or the Imperial army can face. So, the two armies need to put their dicks away long enough that we can survive dragons invading the towns. We need Stormcloaks defending their borders and Imperials defending theirs. We can't have proper defenses when everyone's marching around looking for someone to kill." I poked Hadvar in the arm again, not to make a point, but… man, he's almost a bulky as Ralof. I wonder if I poke him under his ribcage… will I get a squeal out of him like I do George? Hehe… that might be a fun experiment.
"Are you going to keep poking me, or are you going to focus on healing your leg?" Hadvar glanced down at me.
Huh? Healing? What healing? Oh… right, my leg might still be broken. I smirked as I turned my attention back to my "broken" leg, feeding more Restoration magick into it. This was good practice anyway. And it's true, I don't know if my leg is properly healed yet or not. I don't think I'm good enough in Restoration to determine if my leg is healed or not. I might just take two spears and make myself a splint. Just to take some pressure off my leg while we're doing our thing.
"Think we have time to make a splint for my leg?" I said, looking up at Hadvar.
He nodded. "Once we're inside the keep and out of immediate danger, sure, why not."
He started carrying me through the streets, coming up along the wall that Alduin perches on.
"Keep close to the wall!" I scream, and Hadvar instantly threw himself onto the wall, just in time for Alduin to land right where he was supposed to. An Imperial archer who was unfortunate stood there as Alduin breathed fire down on top of him. I could feel the heat from where I was standing. As soon as Alduin finished his Thu'um, he took off like a bat out of hell.
"I think I pissed myself." Hadvar replied to me, breathless.
"That makes three for me then." I replied back with a breathless laugh. I returned my focus back to my healing. "Just keep heading to the fort. Alduin will be too busy killing the other Imperials. And no matter what you do, don't just stand around like an idiot. General Tullius will make it out alive with some legionaries, but… only if we don't stand around like idiots and watch the dragon kill everyone. Got it?"
Hadvar nodded. "Yeah, I think I understand." He pushed us forward, ducking and weaving through the crushed building, jumping over rubble and barely scraping us by the burned wooden support structure. And once we cleared it, we arrived to the biggest battle I was sure that I going to see over and over again. Imperials were everywhere, civilians screaming as they ran in circles. In the middle was Alexander the Great… I mean, General Tullius. He was shouting orders at the battlemages, who I wanted to sit down with, have a cup of tea, and discuss how I can become a badass with magick like them. Hopefully, I can find out to sit down with.
General Tullius looked at Hadvar, nodding to him. "Into the keep, soldier. We're leaving!"
Hadvar glanced at me, and I smirked like I called it. I'm just becoming quite the prophet to him, aren't I.
I leaned forward, whispering to him. "We're going to make a cute couple, you and me." His face blushed over, and I laughed as I looked away. "Ha, never happening. My heart's already taken." If I say, Ralof, I wonder if I can trigger a love scene between the two men. I'm almost certain that it will work.
I pointed through the gateway, to the keep. "Ok, on we go. And don't forget, Ralof is not your enemy today."
Hadvar still looked concerned, if not unbelieving, but he nodded. "If you say so."
"I already had a chat with him. He knows to be on his best behavior." I replied. "Now, let's continue forward. I'll try to focus on making sure my leg is good to go." And while Hadvar raced on through the gateway, I watched as Alduin soared into position for my favorite scene. He plunged from the sky, grabbing an Imperial archer, and picking him up into the sky, squeezing the life out of his body, and then letting the body fall into a group of Imperial soldiers, killing them with their own friend's body. Man… that sounds kind of dark now that I think of it, and to watch it happen in real life… I think I should be more scared. I mean… I could literally die here. Or from sitting in my chair for too long and gathering blood clots. Hmmm… I think I'm actually better off in this world.
It's really too bad that there isn't any background music to keep me enthralled. And honestly, that should have been my first hint that I wasn't in a video game anymore. No background music. And I don't have my iPod either. Shit. And last I checked, the songs in this game were lame. Not like in Inquisition. I guess I'll be the first to sing about shadows falling. Maybe I'll sing it when I meet the leader of the Dawnguard. Because… you know… the dawn will come.
I turned my focus back to healing my leg, humming the Dawn Will Come in the back of my head. This song was still giving me hope, even right now as I ran magick into my leg. I could actually feel the draw from my inner reserves. I wonder how Stamina works in this world, or health for that matter. Will I survive taking an arrow to the chest? Or will I just die like in real life? Another thing I don't really want to test out. Well, I did just watch a soldier get squeezed to death, and another one was ripped in half by a dragon so… definitely not video game logic. So… death by arrow. Great…
I suck at dodging… at least in video games. Almost as much in real life.
The feeling in my leg was growing more and more tolerable by the second. Great, I think it's working. Now, the inside of my leg is just itching a lot. So… healing. Good.
Hadvar came to a sudden halt as Ralof showed up out of nowhere. And the two of them just stood there, looking at each other. I could hurry this along, but these two need this moment. I'll just focus on healing my leg. Should be good as new shortly.
"Ralof… you traitor." Hadvar tried to sound more civil than he clearly felt.
Ralof glanced at me, pointing at me as well. "We're escaping, Hadvar. You won't stop us this time."
Hadvar grunted a small laugh. "Won't? What makes you think I'll let you just leave?"
Ralof nodded to me. "Did the seeress not tell you? We're to work together."
I nodded. "Or both of you will ultimately die." I replied back. That's a lie, but… whatever. "The war will rage on, and the dragons will win. The Empire will fall to Alduin the World Eater, and the Stormcloaks will die when their leader, Ulfric Stormcloak, is burned alive in his town of Windhelm. What we need is to work together, put this war of yours on hold, and defeats the dragons. And then… when Alduin is gone, and the dragon uprising is dealt with, then you will have the ability to return to killing each other for a senseless cause." All are lies… maybe. Who knows, I might just be a seeress after all, and I'm secretly speaking the truth. Unbeknownst to even me.
Ralof and Hadvar were both looking down at me, and then up at each other. "I suppose, we don't have much choice." Hadvar sounded despondent.
Ralof nodded. "I do not like this either, brother." I did a spit-take. Brother?
I glanced at the two men. Ralof: kind of shorter, buff, really blond, and had blue eyes. Hadvar: taller, muddy brown hair, like my own, curly too, like mine, and almost just a buff. Both were Nords but… Ralof has a sister: also blond, taller than him. And Ralof has an uncle: also brown hair, tall like Hadvar. And… and…
My brain fizzled out. I could not connect the dots. Hadvar and Ralof are not brothers. I had to be thinking something incorrect. If that were true, then Gerdur, Ralof's sister, would call Alvor, Hadvar's uncle, her uncle as well. Unless… wait… what if Hod who was married to Gerdur was actually Hadvar's biological brother, and these two are brother-in-laws? That would explain everything. Hod married to Gerdur, son of Alvor, but that would make them cousins, not brothers. Ok, so… that myth is busted. You know what… I'll just ask.
"Umm… you two are brothers?" I pointed to both of them.
Hadvar shook his head. "Blood brothers."
Ralof nodded. "When we were kids, we used to fight wolves together."
Hadvar sighed. "They were stuffed toys."
"Fifty against the two of us… and we fought bitterly. During the scrap, I was bit by one of them, rendering flesh from bone, blood everywhere."
"He got a splinter from his toy sword." Hadvar explained.
"And then a shield-maiden joined us, screaming wildly, she commanded the wolf army, turning on us at the last second, she charged up to me, holding me down…"
"Gerdur didn't like us playing with her dolls." Hadvar explained.
"Aye, it was a noble fight, and the two of us barely escaped with our lives. Cut and broken, the two of us limped our way to the river, escaping the fury of the witch by diving under, letting the cold water take us away. We floated down stream for hours…"
"More like ten seconds."
"Until we came across a massive waterfall. We tried to fight the current, but nay, 'tis too fast, pulling us down into the cold depths, churning us around like washed clothes. And as we lay there, breathless, consumed with the cold water keeping us pulled under, the wind took us. And we fell… into darkness."
I glanced over to Hadvar to see if he could explain that. His eyes were distant, like he was back in that nightmare. Uh… this is not what I signed up for.
While we stood around like jackasses, Alduin was busy picking apart the Imperial Legion, breathing fire down like it was nothing. The Legion continued to die all around us. I wondered how long until Alduin turned his attention over to us. I wondered how long until I could change out of this potato-sacked clothing they forced me in at the start of the game.
"When the darkness broke, I found myself lying on the edge of the river, Hadvar clinched in my hand. The two of us had escaped our harrowing demise, but lo… it came at a price. The price was too steep for either us to fathom."
"We were grounded for a week." Hadvar said with a sigh.
I've been grounded for longer for a lot less.
"So, as we lay there in the cold waters, we were bloody and broken, and the two of us connected our arms, calling each other blood brothers, blooded in the forge of men. The wolves tested us, the water tested our resolve. We died in the fall into darkness as children, and emerged as men. And we became brothers." Ralof finally finished his story, and I'm wondering just how much of it was actual reality. I mean, Hadvar shared enough that I understood the boyish charm of… imagining great battles where there were none.
Alduin landed nearby, crushing an Imperial under his weight. He snaked his head around, breathing fire over a wave of Imperial soldiers. Ok… we're done here.
"If we continue to waste time, we're going to die." I said to the two 'brothers'. "We have to get moving, now."
Hadvar nodded. "Fine. Ralof… guard my back."
"What happened to the seeress?" He looked down at me, probably wondering why I'm being carried.
"I broke my leg jumping over to the inn."
Ralof's eyes shot up. "Oh… I thought you would tuck and roll."
"Too afraid of heights. I shut my eyes when I jumped."
Ralof sighed. "That was your fault then." He turned his attention to my leg, running his hand across it. "Hmm…" He shrugs. "I don't feel any swelling, and the bone seems intact. I'd say you're safe to stand."
Me, take advice from a Nord? No way.
I pushed Ralof's hand away from my leg. "Unless you can use magick to see the inside of my leg, then don't offer advice on how 'healed' it might be. I don't want to stand up and be proven wrong and end up with more damage than I started with."
Out of the corner of my left eye, I could see Alduin looking right at us. "Um… we need to move!"
Hadvar and Ralof were finally noticing the fact that there was a dragon just 20 feet away, and that's…. too close for me. And he was arching back like he was about to breathe fire. Shab!
"I got this!" Hadvar said as he tossed me over to Ralof. "Take her!" I almost screamed a protest as I was tossed like a sack of useless potatoes over to Ralof, who managed to grab me more or less correctly. Meanwhile, Hadvar was pulling out his shield, placing it in front of us. "Move towards the door! I'll cover us." Just in time for Alduin's fire Shout to rain down on top of him, his shield doing what it could to absorb the impact.
Ralof started running towards the door, and Hadvar kept himself positioned in a way that protected the three of us from the wave of fire descending on us. And I'm just wondering what I can possibly do to help. I kept coming up with nothing though, and focused even harder on fixing my leg. And the Healing spell was active as it coursed through my leg, I could feel it working. The pain was pretty much gone now so… I think I'm good. I just might to continue working on it for right now, make sure it's good enough to run on.
"This would make a better comic than a book!" I screamed to myself as we rushed through the door, the flames of Alduin still pushing down on top of us as he approached. As soon as we cleared through the door, Hadvar reached out for the door handle, pulling the door shut behind me. He screamed in pain, reaching for his hand, which was now thoroughly burned by grabbing the hot metal frame that made up the door handle.
Once we were inside, it was suddenly quiet. I could hear Alduin outside, breathing fire on someone else, but we were safe at least.
"I hope Ulfric got out alive." Ralof said with a sigh.
"I do hope General Tullius was able to escort the civilians to safety." Hadvar grunted out as he started tending to his burned hand. His shield arm was turning red too, as well as blisters starting to form. Oh no… second degree burns, maybe even third degree. Not good, very bad, very very bad.
Ralof noticed it too. "You're burned."
Hadvar winced as he moved his arm. "No doubt. This is bad."
How to treat burns? Oh yeah. "We need to cool his burned area in some cold water for a few mintues… and then apply some kind of clean wrapping to it to keep it from getting infected. And maybe… I can use Healing to help it along."
Hadvar nodded. "You're starting to sound like a healer, seeress. Tell me, do you see a body of water nearby for me to rest in?"
Yeah… I know where there's one. "Yup. Under the keep, there's a small stream with a small waterfall. You can rest in the water, we'll be safe. I kind of want a shower anyway." A cold shower? I wonder how that will feel as an Argonian. Uh… I might want to wait until I can take a warm bath. I have Flames, so… yeah. Actually that could work. Huh… I think I can handle that much at least. And I know there's a change of clothes nearby, worn by some dead guy but… hey, it's clothes. And they're magically enchanted robes. I wonder how it will feel to wear enchanted clothes. Only one way to find out.
"Well, anyway, we're not getting closer just standing here." Ralof said as he started setting me down. "You, seeress." He pointed to the dead Stormcloak. "Gungar here is not going to be needing that weapon anymore, or his armor. You should get changed." He grabbed onto my sacky clothing, rubbing it with his fingers. "This… whatever fabric this is, won't do much for arrows."
I nodded. "Yeah… but…" I looked at the Stormcloak armor. "It's covered in blood, and…" I know what happens when you die… you release your bowels… and other liquids. "I'm not wearing his clothes." Huh… if that's true then… those robes will have to be washed before I put them on. Ooh! I can dye them new colors too! Joyous day.
Ralof stroked his cheek. "Is it because there are two guys in your presence? We can vacate while you change."
"I'm not wearing Stormcloak colors!" I suddenly screamed. "Just… please don't ask me to wear your faction's armor set. Either of you. There are clothes down in the dungeon that I will choose to wear. Mage clothes."
Hadvar nodded. "I doubt she will be changing her mind, and my arm is beginning to hurt worse. I even feel tired and faint. I do not wish to continue on like this." He looked over to me, as I sat there on my butt. "Can you stand?"
Well, it was now or never, I suppose. I turned myself around, resting on my knees as I brought my right leg underneath me. I brought my left leg under me next, and using my right leg mostly, I pushed myself back up onto my feet. I shifted my weight a little on my left leg, but I felt a small pressure of pain, and I instantly stood off it. "Any crutches I can use?"
"A what?" Ralof shrugged.
"Oh come on! This world doesn't have crutches? How advanced is this world? A cane, anything?"
"Oh…" Ralof nodded. "We have canes. And splints. Do Argonians call them crutches?"
I shrugged. "Sure, why not. It's a thing I can use to walk with, keeping the pressure off my leg while it continues to heal. I think if I got my hands on some Hist sap, this would be good as new in seconds. But… I have no Hist sap."
Hadvar rubbed the back of his head. "And I know not of any Argonians in the Legion. Your best bet would be to go to Windhelm and speak to the dock workers. They might know of any Hist communities. But… that trip would take a couple days, and by then, your leg would be healed by the use of your Healing magick."
Yeah, that's about what I thought. "There's a healer in Whiterun. I want to talk to her. Or…" I know a healer that's much closer. And it's on the way to a very important dungeon I want to go to. "There is this really old woman. She might be willing to help me."
And I started thinking of what exactly what might happen. Fool, no one must ever know my secret. And Then Anise laughs manically as she spews fire at my face, melting it off.
Yeah… visiting Anise might not be the best idea, even if I go alone. Well, here's to not dying.
"There's an old woman, Anise. She's a witch, but she's a good one, as long as we approach her carefully. Let me do the talking, and she'll…"
"Anise?" Ralof says, rubbing his chin. "The kind woman who baked pies for us when we were children?"
Hadvar nodded. "Who would have guessed. When I fell and banged up my knee, she healed it by kissing it and rubbing it. I never would have guessed."
And now… I have confirmation that she knows Healing spells. Perfect.
"Once we treat Hadvar's arm, we'll get him bandaged up and then head to Anise's cabin. And hopefully… nothing bad will happen." Oh crap, I just jinxed us… didn't I?
Cearbhail:
Yup, my leg's still pretty sore, but i'll manage. And i smell like burning. Ugh... i can't wait for a shower.
