Another chap for my rims rom. i love these two. hope u do too!
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DL Golden Titan
Chapter 2: Affinity
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The stairs led us to a small side of the mountain. A stone table and wall wasinvading into it. Moss and other vegetation had grown into it. But...what is this? There behind the table was a massive wall. It looked to be a plain slab of flat stone, but upon closer inspection there was engravments. There was lettering. Such intricate grooves to be put on stone must've taken an expert. But the letters ...are glowing.
Leira brought out her blade and headed to the stone table. I didn't understand. Why was the wall glowing!? Shouldn't she be more worried about that? Like maybe it's a trap or something?!
CLOMP
What?
CLOMP
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A skeletal hand burst through the coffin. It was as I suspected. A new Thu'um was hiding in the back of the cave. And of course it was guarded by another massive Draugr. It's deteriorated body slinked up from it's confinement at my presence. Derkeethus wasn't saying anything so I'm assuming he is just in shock at the display.
"Derkeethus prepare yourself!"
I gripped my dwarven sword feeling the enchantment's power rise with my anticipation. The ugly zombie roared with anger at being awoken. It wielded an Ancient Nord Greatsword.
Perfect.
He charged towards me roaring it's battle cry. Our swords clashed leaving a metal screeching sound emanating the place. I heard Derkeethus round him from behind. I held the Draugr as Derkeethus used the Glass Sword I gave him and slashed his back. I then pushed the restless soul off while it shrieked in pain and pounded it with my shield.
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Leira and I took turns confusing the Draugr but no matter how many hits it took it just wouldn't die! I hacked at the thing so many times I would've thought it would be in pieces by now.
The Draugr eventually caught on and leapt back. It sucked in a huge amount of air and shouted. I felt myself being flung to the wall. My back slammed against the hard stone making me flinch and release my sword from my grip. I gritted my teeth as I opened my eyes. Leira had lost her shield and was now fighting it with just her sword. Even without her defense she parried the dead form still.
Suddenly though both jumped back then charged lunging at each other. The Draugr's greatsword reached her first. It was a much longer blade and it sliced across Leira's helmet smacking it off her. It released her long flowing flaming hair. It looked like fire dancing in the air as she stabbed the Draugr. The blade sunk into its abdomen. A killing stoke. It still wasn't dead though! It grabbed hold of her blade inside itself and sucked in more air.
I thought I knew what was going to happen. That Leira would get blown back by it's powerful voice and lose her weapon. But i was wrong. Leira smacked a hand over it's gaping mouth and shouted back. "FUS...ROH DAH!" sending it off of her blade and into the wall. Leira stood there breathing heavily. Her exhausted gasps were the only thing that indicated her lack of energy. Her body was still standing strong.
Her hair was tied behind her but it still cascaded down to her shoulder blades. She turned and looked over to me. Her eyes were glassy as she breathed. She looked beautiful. Like a cat who stands silent in triumph after a kill. Her firm stance even in exhaustion amazed me. Her defined visage held so much wisdom and experience. Especially with the two scars along her jawline. She reached down and plucked up her helmet but didn't return it upon her cap. She just held it, walking over to me. I held my arm that had gotten wounded from the impact of the stone.
"Are you hurt?"
She didn't wait for an answer. Her hand started glowing with a soothing warm aura. She placed it on my arm and the feeling spread throughout my whole body. My arm no longer felt the sore stiffness nor did the rest of my body with it's aches.
I watched her the whole time. My savior.
"There. You should be healed. Is there anything else that needs tending to?"
I looked into her eyes. They were so unique with it's color. Purple such a beautiful color to be allowed on a woman's face.
She must've been skeptical about my praise and staring. I felt the heat rush to my face again. I thought she figured me a pervert who was thinking dirty thoughts.
"You must forgive me for not telling you."
What? She's asking for forgiveness from me? She didn't do anything to me though. I was the one making her uncomfortable.
"What didn't you tell me?"
She looked back into my eyes. Hers though held remorse. "That I'm the Dragonborn."
It clicked. Everything she had done. Her shouting. She's the famous Dragonborn. "You...you are the Dragonborn. The one who can speak with Dragons."
Leira turned away from me. Placing her helmet back on she walked to the still glowing letters. There the light dissipated and detached from the wall. It fused into her body. The power surrounding her in light. The whole scene made her look like a majestic being. As if this was a phenomena rarely seen.
But as she was transfixed on the new power coursing through her she hadn't noticed the same Draugr getting up.
I grabbed my pickaxe and bolted. My muscles pumped with every lunge forward. My movements were desperate. I had to make it to her.
As it lifted it's vile hands towards her I gave one final leap toward it, swinging my pic.
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I knew he would act different when he found out who I was. That's how it was with everyone. As soon as they knew they would do one out of three things. Flirt with me. Get scared and run. Try and kill me. The key word in the last one was try. None succeeded before, and none will now.
I thought Derkeethus was a decent man. I saved him for gods sake. But as he thought I was distracted I heard him pick up his pickaxe and run in my direction. Idiotic lizard. I let my body collapse to the ground but as it fell I unsheathed my blade while turning around midair and swung.
But before I could make contact I stopped my swing. There just above me was Derkeethus. His pickaxe had stabbed through the same restless Draugr's head. It stuck to the wall piercing into the stone wall. I could feel a few drops of blood trickle on me, but my focus never left Derkeethus. He let go of his pickaxe that was in the wall and looked down at me. He was breathing so haggardly. His broad shoulders heaved up with each intake. He saw my blade in my hand drop from near his side. His eyes returned to mine. I tried to search what he wanted but I found nothing but worry.
His clawed scaly hand reached out.
"Are you ok?"
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After a a few awkward seconds she had taken my hand. Lifting her up she didn't feel that heavy even with that armor on.
Now standing she looked at the Draugr I killed. It's head was leaking rivers of blood. She then turned back to me. "Th-thank you."
She sounded flustered. It was cute really. I'd guess she just figured out I was saving her not attacking her.
After that though she turned and started walking. I followed her as we began exiting this vile cave.
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When we returned back to Dark Water Crossing it was late and dark. Everyone had woken up from our rustling and greeted us with cheers and welcome backs. They had offered Leira free use of the mine for my rescue and a bed to sleep in, in the lodge. She declined the bed saying she loved the wilderness and outdoors more.
So now my savior was staying with us for the night. We guaranteed no disturbances during the night so she went and changed out of her armor. When she returned I was stunned to say the least. She was a small petite woman I wouldn't have believed she could hold up her Dwarven armor. Her body was toned though. Her muscles were defined with each step. She wore a long sleeve cloth shirt with cloth capris that showed off her calves. They were by far the most muscular. I bet she could run anywhere.
Leira walked past over to the new tent set up by the fire. It was next to mine. She sat at the opening looking into the fire with an intense gaze. I laid inside mine but I faced the fire. She was deep in thought, I could tell. Three people had tried talking to her and each time she would mutter a "what?" as if not paying attention.
It had to have been hours and still Leira was not asleep. She still stared into the fire with her hands clasped together. I started becoming worried. I sat up in my tent and moved closer to her.
"Leira?"
"Hm?"
"Is something the matter?"
She then turned to face me. She held a small smile and put a finger to her lips. She then used the same hand and cupped her ear. There I tried concentrating on listening but all I heard was the cracking of the fire and the river splashing by.
"What is it?"
"Don't you hear it?"
I tried listening again but only got the same sounds. Shaking my head to her she smiled again.
"Peepers..."
The sounds I'd heard of the spring peepers never phased me before. I guess it's because I am a reptile and it's a natural sound. I listened with her for a while. She smiled at the echoing peeps. Her grin was contagious it seems and spread onto mine.
"You know, this is the first place that I have heard them. I have seen them in previous areas but they were too scared because of the surrounding dangers."
She kept on staring into the fire as she spoke, not looking at me. She was so concentrated on the peepers she hadn't noticed my staring. The fire's flame had made her look radiant in the light. Her lightly sun kissed skin looked smooth despite her rough scars marring her jaw. Her deep purple eyes still baffled me. Such a unique color. She wore it perfectly. Her already bright hair had become more attractive in the light.
Hair was always a fascination to me. Argonians are scaly creatures with no use for it. I have heard it is to help with the warming of their sensitive heads. I have always wondered what it felt like. Maybe fur since it helps with temperature? Or maybe horsehairs for the flowing wind?
Her hair though, didn't look like any of those. My curiosity was getting to me. I wanted to touch it. Since it was loose and not tied up it flowed over her shoulders until it placed itself just over her chest.
The Nine must have heard my pleas. A gust of wind picked up and waved her hair over to me along with her scent. it was a mixture of sweet fruit and of the wilderness. An odd combination but it just reminded me of wild fruit in the woods.
Her hair brushed my face. The silky feel soothed over my scales and tickled the creases. She had tried to tame it back behind her ears but she was having quite the difficult time. It was amusing to watch my savior fight her hair and losing.
"Here." I went and lead the strands tucked behind her ears. Her hair was smooth and soft. She kept it well. I saw her shudder a little at my small claws grazing the backside of her cartilage. I looked down at her then. She had goosebumps on her now and small blush spread on her cheeks. I then felt the heat rush to my face.
"I'm...sorry."
"No..."
I had looked away after the intrusion but at her voice we locked eyes. A grin graced her features. She held onto her knees now looking at me.
"It's fine. I...don't mind."