Chapter 2: Whiterun, The First Night, Bleak Falls Barrow, And One Big Enemy
I had now made it to the bridge past Riverwood, it was a beautiful thing to see. I said it before and I will say it again that Riverwood is a beautiful place. As I walked over it I peered into the running water so pure I could now see my face.
Despite what happened before I still looked clean for the most part, my brown hair barely went down my forehead while it was combed straight for all of my life. So I didn't look any different. I was 5 foot 11 inches and thanks to the small Nordic part of my blood that made me taller than most Imperials but still not as tall as a regular Nord. And nowhere near an Altmer.
Enough gazing at myself, I must go on.
The road looked like it was going straight for Whiterun which was now a pleasant sight as I can now barely see it in the distance. It looked half the size of the Imperial city, it was big but I would need a closer look.
I heard howling again, this time I would not be taken advantage of! I readied my shield and sword as I now stared at a pack of wolves. I have to kill them before they can surround me!
I rushed at the closest one and quickly stabbed it in the head, it was a disgusting sight but a clean kill. I now blocked another wolf who had tried to pounce on me with my shield as my sword now cut into a 2nd wolf. It seemed that a dormant killer part of me was awakening today.
And now I used my shield to bash and slash the last one. I considered taking their pelts so that I could perhaps use them but I suppose I had no way as of yet. It was sad to see animals go but they had attacked me first. Did everything in Skryim have a death-wish?
I could see Whiterun and it's lands perfectly now, it was a sight to behold. Plains that went on for miles with farms scattered across. The city stood in the Middle of it all with roads that both went into it and out of it in multiple directions.
I felt cheerful at this, I finally had almost made my way to the first city in Skyrim and from a distance this place was nothing like any of the towns back in Cyrodil. I was now near some farms as I heard something big and the sounds of a skirmish. Looking to my left there was a giant fighting 3 individuals, I had to help them before any single of them could die! I rushed off to it, the overwhelming height of the creature was frightening but I would not be alone. I quickly used my momentum and went high enough to stab it in the chest, I aimed true but as I did I noticed it were no longer….. Moving? It already was dead? The body fell causing a huge thud as I heard some giggling and laughter next to me. The same 3 were amused because of me! What I had I done to have earned this? One of them walked up to me, she had red-ish brown hair, some warpaint on her face in the shape of a claw mark she wore some weird armor and sort of revealing but barely so.
She now spoke sounding like some kind of huntress maybe? "That was a good attempt boy, you don't seem to be much of a milkdrinker." Was that a compliment?
"Thanks I guess."
"Ha, you have great potential to become a shield brother you know? Perhaps you should join us if it is money and glory you want."
Money and glory? Did I just help out mercenaries? Perhaps I should ask who they are.
"A shield brother? Are you part of some mercenary group? Forgive me if I am wrong I only come from Cyrodil." It is best to be respectful. After all they weren't incredibly hostile to me at all.
She looked pleasantly surprised "Never heard of the Companions have you now?We are an order of warriors, brothers and sisters in honor and we show up to solve problems provided if the money is good enough." She finished with a wink
I blushed a tiny bit, yet I couldn't figure out why.
"I-I see good luck in your hunts!" I said to the group of Companions as I now began walking a bit fast towards Whiterun, my original goal. I think the one I talked too was still staring at me after I left.
Something is weird here in Skyrim and I don't want to know what it is.
I passed the stables and was now moving through what seemed to be a multi tier defense system. These were perfect positions if anyone wanted to defend this city in a siege they create a slaughter out of whoever would attack. This reeked of genius!
I had now reached the gates and was about to enter with a smile on my face before suddenly a guardsman stopped me abruptly, ruining my mood.
"Halt! The city is closed, rumors of Dragons or some odd creatures like that about. State your business." They heard about it already? Someone probably saw that Black Dragoness flying away.
"I come from Riverwood, they may be in danger from the Dragons and are asking for assistance. They sent me here." The guard gave a nod of approval
"Fair enough, you are allowed to enter. Just be careful not to cause any trouble, it is peaceful as it is." After thanking the man I went into the city now, it was beautiful!
I saw many houses, plants and decorations along the path, fires burning beautifully and then my moment of admiration was ruined. I now listened in on a very angry conversation between a blacksmith and some man who I heard the blacksmith refer to as a 'Battleborn'. The man seemed drunk.
The conversation was finished and as I walked to the man to ask what that was about he quickly said to me "Overwatch or Battleborn?" I was confused as heck here. But then my instincts told me "Battleborn!" I said to the drunken man.
"Well met friend! I knew ye was a good one the moment I'z put me eyez on ya!" He seemed like he truly had drunken something.
I now started towards the keep, it's impressive sight towered above the rest of the city as I now went past a huge market place with many shops and stalls set around the area with people milling around. Riverwood may have been beautiful because of how well it blended in with it's environment but Whiterun so far was magnificent!
Just not as much as the Imperial City, or what was left of it.
Hm? What was this? A statue of Talos that was still standing!? A town that not had his worship forbidden? Praise the Divines a shrine dedicated to him was still up wherever it was.
I wanted to listen to what the priest was saying but I had to tell the Jarl about what happened back in Helgen and would could happen in Riverwood.
I now walked up the many steps that went up like I was going up a hill.
Before I could go into the keep itself another guard stopped me, ruining my hype of what it would look like as I now had an irritated and disappointing look on my face, he practically asked the same questions as the last one and I gave him the same answer.
I would go in but I would be disarmed of my weapons until I could come back out, that was fair enough.
I think the guard referred to this place as 'Dragonsreach' an impressive if not coincidental name due to what had happened earlier and what I was going to tell the Jarl about. As I walked into a great dining hall where I saw him sit on his throne, a female Dunmer bodyguard with the same red-ish brown hair that went down to her back as the Companion stopped me, judging form the way she moved, the somewhat grim and experienced look she had on her face. She is not the kind of person to mess around with, in any way. She made me a bit nervous just from appearances alone.
"What's the meaning of this interruption? Jarl Balgruuf is not receiving any visitors." The guard at the door mentioned nothing about this! The Jerk!
I had to respond before I think she would cut my head off, "I come from Riverwood miss, they are in danger of a Dragon that destroyed Helgen." She eased a tiny bit at the news but was also alarmed by the mention of Helgen.
"You know about Helgen then?" I nodded vigorously at her question
"Very well then, the Jarl will want to speak to you personally, approach and cause no harm." I could understand her caution. I imagine people have come up to Jarl's in the past who were too careless and murdered them that way.
I could now finally see the Jarl, he was a very impressive man. He had Blonder hair tied up into a traditional Nordic bun, he had a sort of crown that was not like that of what the Emperor would wear if he ever got out of his depression but the crown was still pretty fitting of a Jarl I suppose. He had some very nice and cozy clothing as well that did not sacrifice comfort for style. He now spoke his voice kind and authoritative.
"So, you were at Helgen? You saw this Dragon with your own eyes? Any reason why it might have been there?" The Jarl asked of me
"Yes my lord, I was at Helgen and I saw this Dragon. She and I know it was a she is almost godlike in her power as she razed almost the entire town to the ground, me a few others made it out of there. Why she did it? Well the only thing I can think of is either two things: The fact that Ulfric Stormcloak was caught and to be executed there." His eyes widened at the name, surprise as well coupled with some amusement. "Or believe or not I stood face to face with the Dragon as she spoke perfectly in our language: I have found you Dovahkiin. I have little idea what that means either. I am worried at what that may mean myself." He nodded at this, lost in thought a bit trying to think. He gave a small sigh as he now spoke to a man on his right that seemed as if he could only be a steward.
"Proventus, did you hear the words of this boy? The Dragon seems to be on the hunt and has destroyed Helgen whether it may be to save or kill either the boy in front of us or Ulfric Stormcloak and will stop at nothing to get either of them. Shall we trust in the strength of our walls? Against a Dragon or even more of them that can easily fly over them and raze this city in a matter of 30 minutes?"
The man known as Proventus looked at the ground uncomfortably, it seemed the two had been arguing about this before. I heard the Dunmer Bodyguard speak to the Jarl.
"My lord, we should indeed send some troops to Riverwood at once especially if the Dragon is searching for any more survivors she will undoubtedly come across it, I fear for the lives of anyone there if that were to happen, my Jarl." This Dunmer spoke some very good sense.
Proventus however was angry or rather upset at this "The Jarl of Falkreath will see this as a provocation of war! He'll assume we're preparing to join Ulfric's side and attack him!"
Before he could say anything else I now spoke up, "I know General Tullius, if need be I can convince him that this is a protective action over one of your towns. Besides I think he understands already, he was at Helgen as well." The Jarl smiled at me before giving Proventus an irritated look.
"I will not sit idly by while a Dragon is burning down my hold and slaughtering my people!" He looked at me again.
"What is your name boy?"
"Ruigus Kessel my lor- I mean my Jarl. I come from Cyrodil."
"Your help has been much in convincing me away from the words of my Steward who has now become a milkdrinker at the moment." He looked back at his bodyguard.
"Irlileth, send a detachment to Riverwood at once."
Irlileth now bowed "Yes my Jarl." She was now leaving us and out into the town.
Proventus now looked ashamed "If you'll excuse me, I'll return to my duties my Jarl." He went away up the side of stairs that were connected to an upper floor of the building and… wait a second.
Is that a Dragon's skull right above Jarl Balgruuf as an ornament? Must be ages old.
Anyways as he was halfway up I heard him mutter"That would be best….." He was clearly disappointed in Proventus for being a milkdrinker, whatever that was. I just call him a coward.
He now spoke to me "Well done, you on Riverwood's behalf have perhaps saved it, and maybe the lives of many more people in my land, you have done them all a service. I won't forget it." I decided to bow, forgetting to have done so before.
"You don't have to bow to me Ruigus. Now come along with me I have further need of you suitable for your talent, perhaps. Let us go to Farengar my court wizard, he has been looking into Dragons. Beware however, mages can be a bit diffucult." I found it so amusing I began to laugh, I brought yet another smile among the Jarl's face as we now reached the mage.
"Farengar, I think this young man will be of great use to your research. Are you the adventuring type Ruigus?"
"Actually that is why I came here orginally my Jarl."
"See Farengar? He will be helpful." He now began walking his way back to the throne.
Farengar now looked at us, he was nothing too special for a mage at all really, in terms of appearance.
"So, how do you feel about going into a dungeon no, a dangerous ruin and retrieving me an ancient stone tablet that perhaps may or may not be there?" I wanted to be an adventurer, this fit my job description! Well I guess right now I am a self made man at the moment. And perhaps also a Dragonborn if that Dragon was right, though I have no idea how she thought so. I have no abilities like that at all.
"Of course I can do it, though how is this tablet related to them?" He looked pleasantly surprised his smart sounding voice reflected this
"Ah! No mere mercenary, but a thinker, perhaps even a scholar?" Kind of?
"No no no I am not either of those well perhaps a bit of a thinker but I do know someone that is bit of a scholar if that means anything. But please continue. With your explanation sir."
"You see, when stories of Dragons first began to circulate, many dismissed them as mere fantasies, rumors and impossibilities." When I was a kid I always had wished they existed, guess I might regret that wish now. "One sure mark of a fool is to dismiss anything outside of his experience as being impossible. But I began searching for information about Dragons. Where had they gone all those years ago? And where are they coming from?" I liked this man.
"Where shall I go to get this for you?" I asked him, now I was eager on going. And getting some sleep as well.
"I…. learned a certain stone tablet said to be housed in Bleak Falls Barrow, a 'Dragonstone' if you will. Is said to contain a map of Dragon burial sites." Now this was more than anything intriguing, why we need to find this out? And it is in Bleak Falls Barrow!? Convenient.
"Go to Bleak Falls Barrow and find this tablet no doubt in the main chamber somewhere and bring it back to me, very simple." Right next to Riverwood with an Inn I can stay at for the night, thank Akatosh.
"I will do it!" I responded eagerly
"Off to Bleak Falls Barrow with you. Both I and the Jarl are not patient men, come to think of it." He finished as I now left Dragonsreach heading for Riverwood.
"Mirmulnir, I trust that you cannot cause any havoc until I order so yes?" I told the newly resurrected Dovah.
"Of course thuri, you can trust me." Mirmulnir was obviously lying, I would not tolerate this.
"If you even dare to a single part of my orders you will be punished harshly, at worst I will kill you as an example." I said with a growl.
"Hmph, if you are wise you would best heed my words Mirmulnir. Anyways I have something for you to do, Odahviing is out to find out more about what has happened in these lands since my forced departure through time and almost all of our deaths. You on the other hand I will need to see what the Dovahkiin is doing and scout out the area around him, you will not engage him yet, if you do I will either kill you myself or if you are that weak and incompetent you will die at his hands." Mirmulnir nodded hesitantly
"I do not hear an agreement from you."
"Very well then, I will do as you ask Thuri." His tone was irritated, I now began regretting for even thinking of resurrecting this sorry excuse of a Dovah in the beginning, at the very least he knew what the Dovahkiin looked like.
"Now leave me, I have fellow Dov to bring back."
I now walked into the Riverwood yet again, I had quite a few questions to ask Alvor and perhaps the other Imperials if they were still around; but it was nighttime. And was too exhausted to continue.
I walked into the inn, I couldn't even bother to read the name as I now walked up to one of the owners at their little lobby.
I asked the Bretonian woman how much it was for a room she seemed old enough to be in her mid 40's and had light brown hair as well. Though I could not really get a better look of her.
I think she had mentioned 10 gold coins so I handed them to her and she pointed to where my room was. Finally I could sleep for the first time now. As I had undressed into my night cloths I began feeling a bit of sadness. For everyone that died at Helgen, for the people and animals I killed. The memories of them all would haunt my dreams for the night. Sleep didn't come easy.
Among all, nightmares involving that Black Dragoness persisted, it was the memory of today but something…..…..Different.
Any thing I remembered of it was gone as I woke up. Groggily I walked to the same woman I had talked to before about the room, and to have a table where I could have some darn breakfast before I went anywhere else, my stomach was rumbling quietly thank goodness for that.
"Hey, what is your name?" I asked the woman as I ate.
"Delphine, yours kid?"
"Ruigus, thanks for the room last night. I was sure out of it."
"You payed for it." She said in a matter of fact voice.
"Heh, hey would you know anything about Bleak Falls Barrow? I have been asked to go get some ancient Dragon tablet from there." Did her eyes widen a bit at that?
"I wouldn't know anything much it." Came her reply
"Eh, oh well." I took another bite of Salmon before finishing off some of that wine, I couldn't ever get around to the thought of drinking mead non-stop like these Nords did.
I would have asked for milk, I don't care if it made a milkdrinker. I mean come on, it was a good drink! Oddities aside, it was time to further check the town before I went, I think there was a store right before Alvor's house.
I walked into it to see two people arguing, now from what I was hearing two siblings were arguing over some kind of claw that was stolen. Time to pry I guess.
"Excuse me, but what are you arguing over? I can probably be of help." The two calmed down a bit, the brother who was a short haired man with a very thin mustache but on a business man type of kind face and the sister who also was dark haired and a bit pretty. Anyways, appearances aside the man now explained it to me
"Some damn thieves broke into our store a few nights ago and stole a golden claw that I had payed much gold for. They took off with it towards Bleak Falls Barrow whatever those bastards were thinking. I do not see any reason why they they would even go there in the first place." Woah, woah, woah. This was far too coincidental. I bet Akatosh is having a giggle at this if he payed any attention to it.
"That…Is odd for I was planning on going there anyways my self." Skyrim is funny. The merchant's Sister now spoke.
"See Lucan? Since you are such a milkdrinker a handsome young man is now going to do it himself." The man was visibly upset at this but then gave a defeated sigh. Before turning to me.
"I will pay you half of its price for this, 150 gold coins?" I don't think I want to accept that much money at all, I did not want to hurt this man's business. I have seen too much of what happened when people became too greedy back in Cyrodil. Businesses came and went when I was a child and there would always be suffering. I do not want these people to suffer like we did back in Cyrodil, it would be a sin against the Divines if it were to happen.
"I will only accept 25 coins. I need some money sir but I do not want you or this town to suffer." The both of them looked at me as if I were some kind of saint. I was still taking some of their money I did not deserve this praise. The Sister now replied a bit solemnly.
"I thank you. You are far too kind."
"Only when the job is done. Do not worry, I will do it." Was the last thing I said before now going to Alvor's house and seeing him working his smith. He looked at me and smiled, quickly checking behind me I could now see Whiterun guardsmen coming into the town.
"Thank you for delivering the message Ruigus, on the part of Riverwood you have our thanks. I will spread the word about you."
"It was nothing."
"Ha, anyways Hadvar and the others left. They told me to relay to you that they were going to Solitude in order for them to get back into the Legion and tell Tullius how you were." I pray they made it there.
"Good to hear that Alvor. Would you mind me asking you a few questions?" I had to sort of yell over his hammering of weapons being pulled out of the forge and being put on the workbench, thankfully he stopped.
"Sure lad, what is it?"
"For one I was going to ask you how this Civil War started, I think I would like to hear it from you." His face saddens a bit.
"Aye, sit down. This is a tragic tale." I complied as he sat down next to me.
"It all pretty much started with Ulfric Stormcloak, now before I say anything else. He was a fed up man. Particulary with the White Gold Cocordat which as you know outlawed the worship of Talos. And he worshipped him adamantly." This was a sad part of our Empire's history. Where we had to surrender to the murderous likes of the Thalmor. I could not blame anyone who was angered by it, even the Emperor himself was shamed by it. Any time of him being happy was far too long gone.
"I suspect after the Markarth incident he had also grown power hungry and even egotistical. He wanted the to lift the ban of Talos and expell or kill all Thalmor agents and Justicars here in Skyrim on behalf of our Empire thanks to the concordat. And thanks to all of the anger and outrage that existed due to all of this he saw a perfect oppurtunity to make his ideas and name known in Solitude where the High King of Skyrim was." Again it would be short-sighted of anyone to blame these people that would rebel for this. They had the right too. But could not do what was necessary, and that was to stay loyal to the Empire.
"He walked through the gates, allowed in there by a guard named Roggvir and challenged the High King to a duel, ultimately Ulfric used some sort of 'shout' if that was what they called it to kill him." A shout? I doubt words could ever kill anyone like that unless if, oh no. It were the same types of words that Dragoness used. But how!?
"And after the death of the High king you pretty much can figure out the rest, every town and city to the west of Whiterun announced their loyalty to the Empire. While everything else to the east of Whiterun announced loyalty to Ulfric who now rules from his city, Windhelm. This is merely a war of East vs. West in a sense, yet Whiterun is still neutral because Balrguuf refuses to do anything about it!" He exclaimed, angry at the Jarl's neutality. I can see why the Jarl would stay neutral, to stop the bloodshed and maybe wait for it to calm down. But peace would not last forever, he would have to make a choice soon and I fear the outcome if something were to happen.
"So here it is for the Empire, the Jarls of Solitude the original capital of Skyrim, Markarth the biggest mining city in all of Skyrim, there is a saying that goes there boy 'Blood and Iron' now I never have been there myself, but that should be explanation enough for them. Falkreath is nothing too special, it is just some smaller city in Skyrim with a very large forest, also where most of the Imperial soldiers stream in if not from the sea Solitude stands over. Morthal is the same deal as Falkreath just without all of the soldiers." This was quite a bunch of info to digest.
"As for the treacherous Ulfric he rules over the city of Windhelm, his own capital that seems to have a refugee problem with the Dunmer ever since almost the entirety of their region was destroyed by the eruption of their volcano." A shame about what had happened to them.
"Windhelm also has a bustling port and quite a decent amount of farming goes on despite the harsh winter weather over there but that is barely different than our side of Skyrim in that case. The next however as far as I have heard is disgusting, Riften. This is apparently a city so corrupt that the slums have nearly taken over this once beautiful city while there are rumors of the Thieves Guild HQ being there somewhere inside. I have heard some nasty things about a rather brutal and again corrupt family known as the Black Briars but you would have to ask somebody there about them." The mention of this corruption set something off inside me, the people who dared take advantage of others in exploitation would be stopped no matter what.
"And the final one is Winterhold who house the Mages guild of Skyrim I guess you can say, and it is called the 'College of Winterhold' now they are rumored to be greatly diminished int their old power and influence, I bet it is because of Thalmor agents trying to sneak around and destabilize the entire region even further, other than that the city is known for having some of the worst storms Skyrim has ever had." Winterhold must be a depressing place.
"And finally is Dawnstar, not much about them either except for the fact that they mine the 2nd most out of the Stormcloak provinces other than Windhelm." So those were the sides and cities of Skyrim.
"Thank you Alvor, that certainly answers ever question I could have had about the war or any towns of Skyrim I think." The Blonde haired man thanked me before leaning in to whisper me a secret.
"Now listen here boy, there are many Imperials here in Skyrim that still worship Talos, I am one of them. I know you are a smart and kind enough lad to never tell anyone; but do not let the Thalmor ever hear of this. Families are known to disappear if so much as even one person is accused of his worship."
"Your secret and that of many others are safe with me, I worship him when I can as well, a priest back in Cyrodil always made sure I do it in secret." He leaned back, pleased with our conversation.
"Is there anything else?"
"Yes actually, do you know anything about Bleak Falls Barrow?" He shrugged a tiny bit
"Other than it is teeming with Draugr, they may be undead and dumb but they can easily outnumber you as far as soldier and adventurer's stories go. And there is always some good treasure in these types of places scattered around Skyrim but not so sure on Bleak Falls Barrow myself." He had been most helpful but now I must continue my quest into that ruin.
"Well I must head to it now then, thank you Alvor. And if I ever feel in the mood mind if I ask you more about Blacksmithing? I would love to get some practice in myself as I have not done it in ages it seems." The fatherly blacksmith smiled at me
"Of course, thank you Ruigus for choosing an average like myself as your teacher. It pleases me to hear that one is interested in it. Talos give you strength." I was a bit teary at his words.
"Talos give you strength. For the Empire Alvor."
"For the Empire." Were our last words as I began walking my way up to the old Nordic ruin.
It was both an awe inspiring sight and creepy to think about. The old Nords who lived so so long ago were undead in this place, rest had not taken them in an eternity. I continued to move up the mountain as it now became even colder but not freezing enough to the point where I would be running for the nearest fire….Yet.
I now walked up the steps to be greeted to the sound of voices. I took cover behind a pillar belonging to the ruin. I decided to take a look at them.
Bandits, the same ones Lucian told me about. Time for them to pay! I rushed after the closest one while he only had his bow out and managed to get one off that hit me before I could deflect in time before even looking to see where it hit I slashed him a couple of times before he was wounded enough for me to finish him. He died with me thrusting my sword into his chest. I looked down real quick, no injuries so I guess my armor had done it's job against iron arrows there.
There were four more and now they were coming at me, I had to single them out and take them down before a single one could stand on even terms with me. I began to run back, a cocky one rushed towards me thinking I would be an easy kill, but I would not die like this as I immediately turned around and cut through his chest upwards, he fell on the ground and was very close to death. His armor made out of the hides of animals were nowhere near enough to have even helped against a steel sword.
And the next one would just be too slow. He died with a slash into his head. The last two decided to team up. One had a bow and arrow and the other had an axe and a shield, both made out of iron.
I began to play it out in a defensive Legionary tactic, I would use my shield to make sure none of the woman with bow's arrows did not hit me while I closed in on the man with the axe. Axes were good against shields, but ones of iron barely did enough damage to break one of steel, much less anything else. Thankfully, he was also inexperienced and untrained.
He made the same mistake as the rest I noticed, for he too was slow enough which earned a slash across the chest. His comrade now began to panic, pulling out a dagger in order to fight me in melee. This woman would never live long enough to learn that a dagger was no match for a sword.
A bit shaken myself at the death that had taken place I quickly checked them, I took some gold and arrows as well as some other useful things as much as it disgusted me to loot them. But it had to be done. No claw was found yet.
I quickly opened one of the doors leading into the ruin and was surprised by how it didn't look that bad for something probably a thousand years or so old.
I leaned against one of the ancient walls to rest for a bit. And to get a bite out of another piece of food I had stored away in my rucksack. The more I looked at the more I realized it could probably fit a man inside, it was really that big. But it now was attached to my armor again after I finished. Time to move on.
A second afterwards I noticed that part of the reason this entrance was lit was because of a campfire where more voices were heard, only two this time. Mentioning something about an Arvel rushing deeper inside the ruin with a claw. I just wished I would be able to find him before I could reclaim it and find what I was sent here for by Farengar as well.
I killed the two of them who were unprepared for anyone to simply sneak up and kill them. I kind of felt bad for killing them, they were still people no matter how you put it. Yet they had stolen and perhaps killed others for their own selfish reasons of greed, that was justification enough in the end. I picked open the chest next to their nice little camp to find some gold, inferior armor, a health potion and some gold.
I now was going down a hall. Then I began to notice some weird things I had never seen before: Urns. I was curious to see what was in the so I checked one to find a…. What the hell!? A gold coin that looked like it was made by the Empire!? In this ancient ruin!? Did the Bandits put money in here or something?
I searched more urns and pots to find even more of them, including a health potion and a soul gem!? That's it. That's it, Skyrim does not make any sense to me. I had already gathered 30 or so coins. I don't think it is a good idea to question this any longer. I should accept it for what it is and go.
One thing I did notice is that some of these urns were placed on some rather fancily crafted tables and tombs. I had to be careful of these tombs if the Draugr truly were undead.
I continued with my sword and shield drawn as I went down these hallways, nature had started taking this place over a long time ago as I walked over vines and roots of whatever these things were a part of. Some hallways were collapsed, their secrets and relics were lost, forever.
Rocks and bits of crumbled pieces of this ruin narrowed my path a little bit, it seems there were more lights burning every turn I took. Wax candles and torches too.
I quietly proceeded down some steps as I saw another bandit in a peculiar room, I stabbed him right as he noticed me and I took a good look around the room as he fell over dead.
There were some movable statues with these three symbols on each of them and there were three more as well that did not look movable, perhaps I had to match the ones that could be moved with them? I went to pull a lever that was next to the gate which led out of this room.
Well apparently it worked as the gates that were obstructing my path now raised. I took the opportunity to find…. Even more coins in ancient urns and a chest with gems in it. At least that made sense I guess.
Looking to my left I saw a stairway that looked as if it would have led to Oblivion itself.
Exiting out of the stair way I saw skeletons that had coin pouches next to them, but no claw or tablet. The same would be with the chests.
A cocoon of the same kind I had seen from the spiders had been inside that cave in Helgen. I gulped as I walked in before cutting a web in front of me.
Looking upwards I saw a spider the size of a small shack above a Dunmer who looks like he would be bug food soon. He was yelling for help as he was stuck in a web himself with more cocoons near him. The spider now dropped down, this was not as big as the Dragon but it sure was the biggest damn bug I had ever seen in my life.
Good news was that one of it's legs were gone, hindering it's mobility.
I charged it, my shield ramming into it's skull as my sword aim for it's neck. I had to be quick or else this thing would bind and eat me.
It had survived my cut so I think another one was appropriate as I now circled to the side where it's leg was cut off. It would move slower here.
With all of my might I leapt into the air and brought my sword upon it's neck; cutting the giant frostbite spider's head off.
And blood was all over me now! This was disgusting! I had managed to clean off my sword mostly though a tiny blood stain from yesterday was still on it and my armor luckily had the same color as blood so I would not look as horrendous as I feared. In my vanity the Dunmer was still yelling.
I quickly rushed over to cut him off of his bindings he fell down and right before I could ask anything he punched me right in my face. And my sword accidentally went into his chest.
Woops.
Well at least he had the claw and some money. But I still need to find the tablet.
I have to keep going further into this strange place.
More urns were a good thing. But now I came into truly the most odd part of this place.
There were the bodies of undead laid in what seemed to be graves built into the walls along my path. Lights were lit which was also suspicious as I now heard a sound of something moving and stared into the shape of one thing I should have never seen had I stayed in Cyrodil.
A Draugr. And it was running at me with a weapon of strange design that could only look like a sword. It had blue eyes that were glowing unnaturally, hair that was still on it's head flowed down in a mess. And it's body seemed malnourished and skeletal, but the skin was still there yet deathly white as snow.
I braced for it as it hit my shield with a mighty slash. I took the chance to get my hit in, my sword cut through it's flesh like buttter. The top of his body separated from the lower half at least it seemed like a he.
Examining the body the blue eyes were gone, the organs were the same white as it's skin. These Draugr would be very intriguing creatures indeed.
I went further, more of them woke up and charged after me. Each time they rushed they would be felled. Some got some good hits on me though, and I had to call on my healing spell which I was still learning to use as I went through what seemed to be hordes of them.
My armor was still in good shape despite all of this.
I then stared into what had to be the most evil thing I had ever seen in my life.
Giant axe like things were going horizontally in a line across a hallway, I saw them go right to left in front of me over and over again. I think I had memorized when they went.
Actuallly I didn't, for I just ran through them screaming for mercy.
I can't complain.
The area I had stepped into was a hallway that seemed to be more narrow than any part of the ruin before now. There were sleeping Draugr in some corners, standing even. I killed them before they could wake up.
Proceeding through there was a new room. This one was rather pretty, water ran along under a very tiny bridge about as long as my leg. And then two tombs I was looking at in wonder popped open. Draugr came after me.
They were torn to shreds, not because I was that good or anything. I just did it to make sure they were dead.
Pulling a chain I went through yet another closed door that raised upwards. It would suck to get crushed under those things come to think of it.
It was now leading me into a cave and hopefully the darn tablet. I kept following the way a path seemed to be leading me until there was yet another room with a bunch of Draugr in it.
This was really starting to become some good practice for me with fighting against large groups.
I kept going until I had finally seen something peculiar, a hallway with odd markings on the walls next to me as I came across a door with what seemed to be odd symbols and a claw mark…..
I pulled out the Gold claw, it had the same marking as the door did but if I could change them a little and place the claw on the door….Aha! It worked as well.
I now proceeded into yet another cave, but this one had an odd wall in it. I began to feel drawn to it! As if it were pulling me in mentally.
My vision began to darken as I got close to it, suddenly I saw a bit of blue on a part of the wall it was if it were reaching out for me with some sort of blue ethereal wind.
'Fus, unrelenting force' was all I could hear in my mind. I had no time to think before I heard something open behind me.
The tomb was open. And so came out a heavily armored Draugr with a sword and shield shield, he would not be an easy foe to take down like the other ones. We traded blows, my shield blocking his attacks for the most part and his shield was almost always brought up too slow.
Eventually the blue ethereal light faded in it's eyes and the Draugr fell over, almost comically. It was kind of anti-climatic taking a quick look into his tomb I saw what I had come here for! The tablet was now in my possession as I stored it away.
Looking around the room I saw a path most likely leading out of this place. And it did as I now saw light belonging only to the sun.
Running out I ran headfirst into a Dragon.
It had been looking at me the whole time. But it were not the Dragoness from before and instead this one was slightly smaller and red scaled. It also was chuckling?
Panic ensured, this may Dragon did not terrify me as close as the Dragoness did but I certainly was scared beyond belief.
"P-ple-please don't eat me!" I stammared my way into begging. The Dragon ceased his laughter. It seemed masculine in shape, and so was his voice.
"No mortal, I come to ask something of you if are willing enough to."
O-okay I mean if he isn't going to kill me.
"Uh sure…. Why not since I am still alive now." Yeah, staying alive with a Dragon is a very good start.
"Good, if you were not able I would have had no choice but to kill you. But on my honor as a Dovah I will not since you have agreed to answer them." The Dragon also had a less intimidating head as I noticed. Though the one back in Helgen did kind of look cool like that.
"Now if you are that knowledgeable, tell me everything you know about the earliest of times, and human I mean everything." Aw crap.
I told him everything I knew, exactly as he asked and it took us probably 2-3 hours to get done informing him. Like he promised I was to live and he let me go. He seemed quite like the honorable sort, I wish the rest of them could be like that when I do meet them.
Still he seemed to be almost as powerful as the female who destroyed Helgen but still felt leagues away.
I liked him, and he was kind of pleasant to know. Ah danmnit, I only now realize here in Whiterun that I missed my chance to ask him questions about Dragons or 'Dovah' as he said.
I never did get his name anyways, I did tell him mine.
Oh well, time to go give the tablet to Farengar. Thankfully I was also able to turn in that claw to the merchant in Riverwood, interesting how it was able to open doors like that.
Dragonsreach seemed a bit busy, I disarmed again to the guard and went in.
I saw Farengar and a woman that looked like…...Delphine? The woman back in Riverwood's inn! She was here? What for? I now went to Farengar and now handed it to him a giddy look came across his face.
"Ah!, the Dragonstone of Bleak Falls Barrow! Seems you really are a cut or two above the usual brutes the Jarl sends my way. My associate here will be pleased to see your handiwork. She discovered it's location, by means she has so far declined to share with me." Instantly the time we talked back in the Riverwood inn flashed through my mind, she was hiding something but I just cannot tell what it is.
"So Delphine, your information was correct after all. And we have our friend here to thank for recovering it for us." Delphine looked at me a tiny bit impressed.
"You went into Bleak Falls Barrow and got that Ruigus? Nice work." She then switched her attention to Farengar
"Just send me a copy when you deciphered it." As I was leaning against a wall in a lab I saw Irileth rush right past me, her urgency bode ill.
"Farengar! You need to come at once. A Dragon's been sighted nearby." As Irilieth said these terrifying words I lost all hope at the very least that was what the expression on my face stated.
Farengar looked like he was about to jump out if his own skin and Delphine remained stoic.
Curses! I pray it is not either of those Dragons I met before, especially the one that said those words to me at Helgen. The one who also had the powers of a God. But that may be all Dragons. Irilieth looked at me, thankfully I did not look so down as I did before.
"You should come too." I gave a nod at this. Oh Gods! This was not going to end well.
"A Dragon! How exciting! Where was it seen? What was it doing?" Came Farengar, I would have said 'terrifying' instead of exciting if I were him. Irilieth gave him a bit of a stern glare.
"I'd take this a bit more seriously if I were you. If a Dragon decided to attack Whiterun I don't how we can stop it." She was exactly right. But there had to be a way to defeat one, just so long as it was not anything like the other two I 'met'.
I and Farengar began going up the stairs of throne room to what seemed to be a 'strategic' or war room where you would look at a map and see all the territories of a region and plan attacks and defenses from.
We arrived to hear Balgruuf talking to a frightened, tired, and if not traumatized guard.
"So, Irilieth tells me you came from the Western watchtower?" Balgruuf himself sounded a bit worried but calm nonetheless.
"Yes my lord." He was shaking like I had back in Helgen.
"Tell him what you told me. About the Dragon." Irilieth ordered him.
"Uh… that's right. We saw it coming from the south. It was fast….. Faster than anything I've ever seen in all my years." He seemed a bit better now. And Balgruuf still wanted to ask more questions.
"What did it do? Is it attacking the watchtower?" Balgruuf pressed.
"No my Jarl, it was just circling overhead when I left. I never ran so fast in my life…..I thought it would come after me for sure!" So it didn't seem like the one who burnt Helgen down, I think that one would have been the type to go straight in for the kill. Not a scout like this one or whatever it's intentions were.
"Good work son. We'll take it from here. Head down to the barracks for some food and rest. You've earned it." Balgruuf bestowed the guard graciously. He seemed like he would not be able to have fought properly anyways.
"Thank you my lord!" As the guard walked away Balgruuf now turned his attention to Irileth.
"Irileth, you better gather some guardsmen and get down there." He ordered her, but to my ears it came off as a suggestion.
"I've already ordered my men to muster near the main gate. I have 33 men at my disposal. I would have more but they were sent to Riverwood." Balgruuf seemed a bit worried at her words, but he grew confident once more.
"Good, don't fail me." Balgruuf said sternly. He now turned to look at me.
"There's no time to stand on ceremony my friend. I need your help again. I want you to go with Irileth and fight this Dragon. You survived Helgen, so you have more experience with Dragons than anyone else here. But I haven't forgotten the service you did for me in retrieving the Dragonstone for Farengar. As a token of my esteem to you Ruigus, I have instructed Avenicci Proventus that you are now permitted to purchase property in this city. Is there anything you would like?" The Jarl now asked me. And I responded.
"Other than that I may come back alive my Jarl." Balgruuf actually managed to chuckle for a few seconds before Farengar interrupted.
"I should come with the Guardsmen. I really want to see that Dragon." He sounded rather hyped up even through the Guard's fear. Balgruuf now gave him a nod of disapproval.
"No. I can't afford to risk both of you. I need you here working on ways to defend the city against these Dragons." Farengar sighed sadly. His dreams would not be fulfilled for a while.
I followed Irileth to the main gates of the huge city. We both saw the thirty three men she said would be there, now thirty five because of us. She got to a higher point of a barracks by stairs and now addressed the men.
"Here's the situation. A Dragon is attacking the Western watchtower." Some began muttering, some did not seem to believe it, and some even looked a bit grim at this news. She yelled at them once again.
"You heard right! I said a Dragon! I don't much care where it came from and who or what sent it. What I do know is that it's made the mistake of attacking Whiterun!" She said with passion. But a guard was curious.
"But Housecarl….. How can we fight a Dragon?" The Guard questioned, I had no idea myself.
"That's a fair question. None of us have ever seen a Dragon before, or expected to face one in battle. But we are honor bound to fight it, even if we fail this Dragon is threatening our homes…. And our families. Could you call yourselves Nords if you ran from this monster!? Are you going to let me face this thing alone?" I was sure going to go with here either way. I have now made up my mind, I would do what I can to kill it if it's intentions truly were to kill Humans and others that lived here. She continued.
"But it's more than our honor at stake here. Think of it, the first Dragon seen in Skyrim since the last age." But what about the Dragon at Helgen? I know there was the red one that surprised me at the exit of the barrow, but I was the only one there. As I thought about this Irileth kept on with her speech.
"The glory of killing it is ours, if you're with me! Now what do you say? Shall we go kill us a Dragon!?" The men cheered and raised their weapons high. We were ready to kill it. And so we moved out of the city, the fire could be seen in the distance as we continued down the road, the plains of Whiterun were blowing in directions as gusts of wind came about.
You know, I think there is more glory in surviving than killing.
We had arrived at the tower, bodies everywhere and so were the ruins of the watchtower. Only a single floor out of the stone structure was left. But the Dragon was nowhere to be seen.
"No sign of any Dragon right now, but it sure looks like he's been here. I know it looks bad, but we've got to figure out what happened. And if that Dragon is still skulking around somewhere. Spread out and look for survivors, We need to know what we're dealing with." The Guardsmen began searching around the ruins, thankfully there was couple wounded. Yet there were still many more dead, I walked up into the tower with another guard to only receive a jump-scare from three guards inside of it.
"No! Get back! It's still here somewhere! Hroki and Tor just got grabbed when they tried to make a run for it!" Suddenly a roar in the distance, not like the one at Helgen. But it was terrifying enough that we all looked at the direction of it's voice all weapons drawn. Thankfully the Guards did bring bows and arrows with them so they could do some damage.
As it got closer I had a good look at it now, few horns were on it, it had brown scales which did not really make it intimidating as the other two who just screamed death and destruction, and he generally seemed smaller and weaker. Yet I feared it's power. He was about to land…..
"Worthy enemies! Your deaths will being me satisfaction!" It said in perfect common, a powerful voice indeed. Still nothing compared to the other two. It now began to open it's maw yet again.
"Yol Toor Shul!" Fire came out of it's mouth as one unlucky guardsman that had tried to aim for it's neck was burned alive in a ceaseless wave of fire. The Dragon now flew back up into the air again and began to circle, looking for a good target.
"Guardsmen of Whiterun! Shoot it down!" Came a yell of orders from Irileth as guards arose from there positions behind cover and began firing arrows at it. Some seemed to have penetrated while others either bounced off or missed completely. The Dragon came in yet again.
"That hurt mortals! Keep fighting! You will only make me feast on your flesh in delight!" It said trying to taunt us Irileth gave another order.
"Take cover and wait for an opportunity!" She had gave us a smart idea! The Dragon in it's murderous pr even hungering desire for blood and a fight had ruined this fort so much that the pieces of it lying around made perfect ambush locations.
"Cowards! I will feast on your corpses even if you hide, I can smell and hear all of you." I imagined that Dragons would have excellent senses but we would put that to the test. I heard a scream of terror as the Dragon found one Guard, a bunch of us rushed and surrounded it.
"The wings! Get the wings!" One Guardsman yelled and we all went for it.
The Brown Dragon quickly finished off the wounded guard in front of him right as twenty sliced it's wings. Now it should not be able to fly.
"Gah! I curse you and your allies Dovahkiin! Die as sport!" It was now outraged immensely, it's voice had become bestial. We took cover again. As I hid I now realized that it too had called me 'Dovahkiin', before I could try to make sense out of it another scream was heard.
The man was devoured as the Dragon's bloodlust increased. It's ruined wings were still allowing it to move on ground quickly, this thing was wounded but even more terrifying. Irileth was right next to me now.
"Irileth, I have a plan. I need some of your men to come at it from the front. And the rest of us will stab it everywhere else and kill it in one go." She nodded at me.
"Make their deaths worth it." This time the Dragon was now close to us. And I think it wanted either me or Irileth in particular, we gave each other a nod as she now yelled at the guards.
"Surround it once more! Finish it for glory!" And every single man came out with weapons drawn. This Dragon would die due to his own mistake of simply creating so much cover for his enemies. I rushed in to now jump on top it.
The spines on it's back were a good defense for this situation, but there were not enough as it was about to open it's maw to breathe fire on a group of courageous guardsmen right before my sword went into it's skull. It now seemed to go limp.
Odd, the body started to feel like…..Water. I quickly jumped off into the arms of cheering guardsmen who were doing so out of sheer victory, and for me.
I felt proud thanks to them, and the fact I had managed to kill a murderous Dragon. I now was locked in place as I turned to look at the body of the Dragon was melting away and there was the same kind of energy that was moving towards me! Just like in the Barrow except different. Blue and Orange essence or…. Something went into me and it felt stranger than anything before. It was almost indescribable but I now felt ethereal.
The Guardsmen looked at me in awe, Irileth looked a tiny bit impressed. But one of the Guards now said something to me.
"I can't believe it! You're… A Dragonborn!" I stopped a sigh, this was just as I thought.
"Dragonborn? I have heard of it multiple times but what does it mean?" I actually still had that book with me but I did not give myself the time to read it.
"In the oldest tales, back from when there were still Dragons dominant in Skyrim. The Dragonborn would slay them and absorb their power. That's what you did isn't it? Absorbed a Dragon's power?" What?
"Uh I think so?" I said. I felt another sensation inside me, this time in my head 'Yol'…Fire?
"Try to shout. You can do it." He said both encouraging and eager himself. I think it was time to say one of those odd words.
"Yol!" I shouted as Fire came out of my mouth towards one of the walls. Unfortunately it was not continuous as the other Dragons did it. My throat felt a bit funny. The guards exclaimed in surprise. In attention to me that was unwavering.
"Fus!" I said and a force of wind came out of my mouth sending a bunch of grass flying, and it was burning in pain now! It bloody well hurt.
The guards gasped Irileth finally seemed impressed as well. She then walked up to me, a bit bloody presumably from the Dragon though I really did not see him bleed that much.
"You better go to Jarl Balgruuf immediately, to tell him what happened to that Dragon and yourself. I don't know anything about this Dragonborn business, but I do know that it's very important."
"It certainly seems to be that way, I will get going now and tell him everything. Let us hope that the wounded can recover." With a bow of respect from me to her. I walked off towards Whiterun.
As I went along the road and looked at the sky admiring it's beauty. Thank you Divines, for watching over us in that battle. For making sure all of those men lived. Again, you have my thanks.
A few moments ago I felt something…...Strange, but familiar. Was Mirmulnir that foolish and insubordinate that he had managed to die to the hands of the Dovahkiin? I could not feel bad for the fallen brother, he was simply weak and it were simple as that.
No matter, Odahviing now landed right next to me. It seemed he had finished his mission.
"Thuri, it is done for I found a willing mortal that was both willing and able to divulge the information to me. He was a kind and honorable human named Ruigus. Though he seemed not much of a fighter. If you are curious my Thuri, it was on that old ruin that used to belong to us far too long ago indeed. Thuri, it was next to the mortal town that you destroyed." I had seen what he meant when I flew away from their town.
Wait a minute, next to it? Had he talked to the Dovahkiin!?
"Odaviing, tell me what this Ruigus looked like." He nodded.
"He had Brown hair and brown eyes thuri, he seemed physically weak but also appeared to be quick on his feet as he had managed to run into me. He also asked me not to eat him." …..
"Odahviing, that was the Dovahkiin." For the first time I had ever been around Odahviing he seemed stunned. He seemed as if he were to apologise
"Do not worry at all my brother, I had not told you how he looked in his appearance."
"Thank you my Thuri." Odahviing had always outshone other when it came to loyalty and understanding to me… Except for those who betrayed me, the very ones I used to put my trust into. I will remember and hunt you both down if you still live Paarthunax and Miraak I swear it as a Goddess that I will.
"If anything Thuri I now have an opinion of him and what we should do for when the others arrive here in Skuldafn to tell them what you have planned or want to say about the Dovahkiin. I will be sure to tell you all that has happened over the time since your rule after this council session is over."
I could see them now. The first one was Lokyolkriaan Odahviing's mate, and she looked similar in appearances, she had earned her way to the top with Odahviing by mastering her speed and ability to stay in the air for extended amounts of time when it came to flight. And she would always remain in the sky while Odahviing fought on the ground while she gave him support by doing fly by's using her flame thu'um in order to annihilate anyone who resisted. And she had good eyes for targets as well. She now went over to her mate and the two relished in the others love. They had not been together ever since we lost, both of them had died in separate battles before my banishement. Seeing them made me desire that as well, and thoughts of the boy came back to me. I now noticed another one of my loyal Dovah land.
Faaskunven who was of a darker and more fearsome red and black color. Faaskunven excelled at making her enemies fear her, she always used this morale panic among them to then defeat whoever still stood or attempted to run away and do so quickly. Yet she always was known for being the far more sympathetic one out of the many brethren Dovah I had known for this reason alone she stood out to me. And thanks to this it also made her a decent leader as well. She did have these matchmaker tendencies between fellow Dovah, though she had yet to have a mate herself.
The last of us, Wuthdeinkinbok had an emotionless expression on his face. He had a few horns that would tell one that he was an authority figure. He was not one to speak much but whenever I handed command of something to him he would yell, talk, direct, order, and guide well with his power of position. He had a way of making one do things either by being nice or harsh to them. Not only that he was tougher than Odahviing was and for that reason he was the slowest out of us, but also the heavy hitter for he was one of the best in melee. He also was my guard for the most part. But now I had him rebuilding and refitting Skuldafn, in charge of only a few Dovah. The meeting was now to begin.
"Brothers and sisters, it is fortunate we are to be together and working for our goals yet agai-"
"Dovahkiin!"
I was cut off by thunderous voices that ringed throughout Skuldafn and undoubtedly through Keizaal itself but I remained unimpressed. These were the voices of mortals who had known the Thu'um, but were unable to control it because they were too weak and ill disciplined as usual.
Because of the interruption Odahviing and his mate had stopped kissing and talking quietly to the other and were laughing along with Faaskunven while Wuthdeinkinbok remained nonchalant.
"Again." I finished what I was saying before whoever those people were that were asking for Ruigus, the Dovahkiin and the subject of this meeting. He had an interesting name for I never heard anything like it back in the times when I ruled over this land. They will be missed but they will come again. I am sure Odahviing might have an idea on who they are.
"As I was going to continue on about before the mortals interrupted us I wanted to ask you for your opinions on what we should do about the Dovahkiin, known as Ruigus. Odahviing you said you had one yourself correct? I want you to go ahead with what you must say."
"Thuri, I think you may just want to convince him to join us, he has little idea of what we are aside from the town, Helgen I assume they called it and myself. Another idea is that you simply could just kill him or take him prisoner." The latter was a tempting idea, I could not find myself wanting to kill him…Yet. However, this is weird of me to have even let him live in the first place when I saw Ruigus. Then Faaskunven decided to speak.
"Perhaps you should just pounce on him and take him as your mate already, you do have a physical form that I have seen you switch into multiple times that would be compatible anyways. Even if it would make you look a bit different to him." We all stared at her for a while in shock at her suggestion, an odd silence took place among the other side of Skuldafn where we were.
I began pondering it, perhaps if I had just a few more days I would think about such a thing as having my one and only mate. But for him to be this mortal boy who screamed every bit of all things weak?
"I should have expected that from you Faaskunven." The deep and indifferent voice belonging to Wuthdeinkinbook. Odahviing's mate now looked at me as well.
"I could give you some advice on such things if you…. Were to pursue it my Thuri." Came her soft voice. Again, he would be considered. I admit to now having a desire for a mate ever since the last few days of the mortal rebellion, but there was still nobody that fulfilled my wishes yet.
"Perhaps, but enough of Ruigus. Tell us all what you learned from him Odahviing."
We now listened to what he had to say, I imagined that this would take a while but I had patience.
Jarl Balgruuf had told me who the men that made that thunderous sound for me were, the Greybeards.
Seems like a name for a bunch of old men if you ask me.
Anyways I received yet another reward for the Dragon and I was given Breezehome, a house here in Whiterun with some furnishings for free! And I was named Thane of Whiterun, a huge honor among these people.
He would have given me a Housecarl but apparently she had quit for reasons she had not said so they were currently out of available ones.
But I could do this myself I think. I walked into my new house, it was perfect. A little fire had been lit in a pile that I could use to boil, burn, or cook food at where a pot hanged from.
There was also a rather nice but small kitchen but I wanted to go to sleep now. Besides, I had eaten and drank a few things on my way back including some water which was a blessing.
So hunger was not an issue. And it was late at night yet again. Time to fall to sleep before heading off to a mountain next to the Stormcloak city of Riften called the 'Throat of the World'
Apparently the tallest mountain there ever was. And I did not like mountains.
I slept a bit more peacefully tonight. If I had any nightmares I would not remember them.
I wonder where the Dragon that destroyed Helgen would be now? Who knows.
And that wraps up the 2nd chapter, thank you all for reading so far!
To PyroSolracIII: Pleased to hear I didn't do bad but yeah on some of the errors for the last chapter I noticed there was something wrong with it compared to how it was when I had typed it up, I may have to switch the font from Arial to Times New Roman. Will keep an eye on dialogue spacing for now on. But on the Alduin's forms…Lets just say she will have a human one for disguise only. I am thinking of a monster girl type of form for her. I admittedly do not like anthromorphs or whatever they were originally called. So a human face and human features but also Draconian as well. My excuse for this however? She is a Goddess, besides the magic in this series is weird as well. And thank you for being my first review as well.
To Utruk Doomhammer (Epic name btw): With this compliment, you shall receive.
Also a few things I forgot to mention in the last chapter.
Do not worry about asking questions, for I promise I will answer them as worse as I possibly can.
And you may have noticed the rather German and Italian/Roman names. This is part of how I think the Empire of Tamriel is, Cyrodil is both German and Roman inspired due to the Colovian-Nibeean culture of their people, Skyrim is Scandinavian and German. While High Rock has English and French names. And Morrowind's humans will have French names.
Speaking of those three I decided to change up how the Imperial uniforms would look.
Skyrim and that of the native Colovians I want to imagine have the appearance of their soldiers similar to that of the Empire from Warhammer fantasy outside of the Imperial Legion itself which is based on the Roman legion, High Rock I imagine them to be kinda like the very fancied Brettonians from Warhammer Fantasy too as they are a bunch of honorable and courageous men running around in heavy plate supported by very amazing knights, pretty much the true medieval nation of the series in the first place. Nibeeans will remain the same as the Imperial Legion, but I want you to imagine them with more elegant and beautiful armor that is quite light.
I would also like to tell you that I will go through the main story with some changes bound to happen, but after that and the DLC's are done we will go beyond them.
And not sure what else for me is to say on this.
Other than to thank you for reading this story.
And feel free to give harsh as possible reviews if you want.
Dovahzul:
Thuri – Overlord/King
Od-ah-viing – Snow hunter wing
Lok-yol-kriaan – Sky fire killer
Faas-kun-ven – Fear light/rightness wind
Wuth-dein-kinbok – Old guard leader
Dovah – Dragon
Keizaal – Tamriel
Oh and thank you Guest reader for seeing the mistake I made of breaking things off, I thought I had drawn lines in but it looks they didn't stay, Libreoffice is weird. So for the moment I will use horizontal lines and see how they work.
