So...as I said, things are going to get interesting. As always, the writing may or may not be pretty bad. My first language isn't English.
WARNING. HIGH LEVELS OF VIOLENCE AHEAD.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Lets get the show on the road.
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The Dragon
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Mikael, Hiccup and the rest hurried to their dragons after hearing the horn warning of a Berserker skirmish. There were already some homes on fire thanks to the catapults firing fiery rocks from the invading ships. So far no Berserker had landed on their shores or the harbor, so there aren't any bodies.
"I have an idea on how I can help." said Mikael. "You have dragons, right? You should drop me off one ship at a time, then you guys focus on the rest. Once I am done with a ship I'll give you a signal, you'll pick me up and we repeat the process. Sound good?"
"Wait, you're not gonna take on a ship full of Berserkers by yourself?" said Astrid. Astrid was a competent fighter, the best of all Berk but even she couldn't handle that many Berserkers by herself.
"Yeah Mikael. Even when I am obviously the best warrior on Berk, even I can't fight a ship full of Berserkers all by myself." Snotlout chimed in, with Astrid giving him a glare. "But you leave some of them for me, you hear?"
"You haven't seen me fight yet. I can handle myself perfectly fine. You remember what I have been training for, you know?" Mikael said. "If I am supposed to fight the most deadly dragon of all existence and live, I doubt a ship full of angry Vikings wouldn't be a problem."
"If you say so, but yell at us if you have any trouble so we can back you up, you hear me? Your leg is still injured!" said Hiccup.
"Deal. Now let's go." Mikael said and hopped on back of Toothless with Hiccup.
The Berserker flee consisted of about 30 ships, each having about 15-20 men. It was strange. Usually a Berserker skirmish consisted of 10 ships. They all had about two catapults each and continued to fire upon Berk when closing in. The skies were on fire from the constant rain of fiery boulders, dragon fire and the burning homes. Some homes were unlucky and were hit by a boulder, starting an out of control fire. Luckily fire brigades with dragons were on the job.
"Drop me off on the closest ship to the shore." said Mikael, and Toothless went down. Toothless descended to the sea level, basically invisible to the naked eye against the black horizon. When Toothless got close enough to the Berserker ship, he went up right at the last moment allowing Mikael to hop off the dragon, landing with a massive thump at the bow of the ship.
Mikael drew his Dragonsteel longsword, held it up with one hand and yelled:
"Victory, or Sovngarde!"
That got the attention of the last Berserkers. Mikael held out his sword and cut a Berserkers head clean off with a single slice. The rest charged with their weapons. 'I shouldn't use the Thu'um until absolutely necessary', thought Mikael. 'Only Speak in time of True Need', as the Greybeards taught him. He kept his powers hidden for now, and for a good reason. Not only because he abided by the philosophy of the Way of the Voice, but for the sake of the village he was living in for the time being. Magic was unknown to the world he was in, so he didn't want to risk being banished for using the Thu'um. Besides, wooden boats plus earth shaking Shouts really do not mix.
He parried the first two attackers and then sliced ones mace and the others sword in a single swing. The Berserkers looked perplexed at their now broken weapons, but were too slow to notice Mikael swinging his sword back with one hand and slicing one mans head off and the others arm off with a single sweep. Blood was everywhere on the ship by now, even Mikael's armor had some blood on it. Mikael charged once again at the Berserkers, who had utter fear in their eyes. Even with his wounded leg, he was still moving very fast. Being a Nord, a veteran fighter and a member of the Companions he could ignore the throbbing pain in his leg.
By now Hiccup and the Dragon Riders were battling about a ship each. Even after three years the Berserkers had no idea how to combat dragons and their riders properly. Mostly they tried to pack bola or net launchers on their ships but the Riders have gotten better with their dragons over time. Berserker skirmishes were good practice. Rider-dragon coordination, aiming with dragons and evasive maneuvers.
Even Meatlug and Fishlegs were too quick for them unless they got too close. But they were too smart for that. Fishlegs could over right above a ship and drop lava blasts on enemy ships. They only had to dodge arrows at that point, but once they were high enough they could dodge them easily. The lava blasts of Meatlug had more force to it than the rest of the dragons. It wasn't hot but it packed a punch.
Astrid had fun with each Berserker skirmish. She and her Nadder were very fast but not as fast as a Night Fury and lacked its natural stealthiness of the night sky. Even though Astrid fought for the good of the village she always tried to find fun in it. Having a dragon with poisonous spines as a weapon was useful as one hit from them and they could be incapacitated for the rest of the battle.
Snotlout and Hookfang though breathed and lived the Viking way, even though about three and a half years ago it clearly didn't involve using dragons in combat. Well other than the dragons being the opponent in combat. So he tried his best sinking Berserker ships, of course using his signature battle cry of 'Snotlout, Snotlout, oi oi oi!'.
The twins of course had their own mindset. Usually involving just watching when something bad was happening, like Tuff watching Ruff when she was on fire and didn't do anything for a while. The Zippleback is an interesting dragon to use against ships as they could release gas going over it and spark it when going up, resulting in an explosion on the deck, usually burning a few Berserkers in the process who were too slow to go overboard. Those who did only survived the sinking ship or the Zippleback gas flames, but mostly to either die by Dagurs discipline or the cold waters of the Norwegian Sea.
Hiccup of course was the Dragon Rider. The First Rider, and he rode the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself. Nobody could match to him and Toothless. The Night Fury was blazingly fast, had very deadly plasma blasts and invisible to a naked eye during the night. And never misses. All those facts combined it meant shooting Berserker ships were mostly shooting a fish in a barrel. He mostly sank Berserker ships by trying to make holes in the side.
The Dragon Riders had downed a ship each, except Hiccup downing two. Once Hiccup was about to move to the next ship...he saw a figure on one ship trying to jump up and down to get his attention.
"Hiccup! Pick me up!" Mikael yelled from a ship. He went for a very quick nose dive with Toothless, and landed on the ship, allowing Mikael to get on the back of Toothless. Hiccup got a quick glance of the amount of bodies on the deck, with blood everywhere. Most of them had a missing head but some had a missing arm or a leg. Either he was strong, or his blade was incredibly sharp...or even both.
"Mikael...you realise you just took out a ship full of Berserkers...all by yourself? How...your leg is still wounded!" Hiccup asked Mikael with a worried expression. Hiccup did have a problem with taking a life, unlike the Nord behind his back. It worried Hiccup a lot. Sure, the Berserkers were at war with Berk and therefore were their enemies, Mikael seemed very apatheic when it came down taking someones life.
"Yes, I did. Total count was about sixteen soldiers." Mikael deadpanned. "And besides, you have dragons. I guess you took out more ships than I did."
"You do realise how the Berserkers got their name? They are...a bit berserk, don't you think?" said Hiccup.
"Can we talk about this later? Drop me off on that ship over there, closest to the harbor." Mikael pointed with his sword. It was very bloody but otherwise didnt have a single scratch on it. Hiccup obliged and dropped him off. Once he was back in the air he noticed Mikael fighting off about 7 Berserkers at once. He was moving very fast, like his armor didn't weigh him at all. He parried attack after attack, sometimes somersaulting out of the way of an overhead strike of a warhammer. Technically he was fighting all of them at once but in reality Mikaels combat style involved fighting a group of enemies one at a time. His agility allowed that, as he could sidestep, somersault or twirl out of the way then do a quick attack. It was like a dance. A dance of death.
He spotted Astrid coming up next to him on her Nadder, looked at Hiccup for a second and then noticed what was he looking at.
"Oh my Thor...how is he doing that? His leg is still pretty hurt." Astrid asked.
"I have no idea...but for once I am glad we aren't on his bad side." said Hiccup.
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The ship Mikael was on hit the harbor, with one Berserker soldier getting off the ship but wasn't quick enough for Mikael to slice his legs off. Astrid and Hiccup grimaced at the sight of the Berserker trying to escape without any legs and saw Mikael piercing his sword throught the man to finish him off. Mikael then saw a lot of ships coming up on the harbor, ready to land. So did Astrid and Hiccup. There was about 10 ships total. All of them filled to the brim with Berserkers.
"We should help him, there is no way he can defeat that many Berserkers." said Hiccup.
"I think he'll be fine. He has Stoick, Gobber and the rest of the village behind him. We should go after any ships that are too far from the harbor." said Astrid. Hiccup nodded and flew back to the sea to help the rest of the riders.
Mikel got off the boat, and got ready to hold off a wave after wave of Berserkers trying to get inside town. The Berserkers main objective was to weaken Berk by raiding their food supplies, destroying any weapons or generally massacring anyone getting in their way. Just like the dragon raids three and a half years ago. However, the Berserkers weren't dragons or didn't ride dragons. The only way to the food storage , armory and the rest of the village from the harbor was go to up a series of wooden ramps. This made most attempts taking out Berk very hard, but not impossible.
He saw Stoick, Gobber and some other Vikings come down the ramps to the docks. It was now Mikael plus about 6 Vikings versus 150 Berserkers.
"Nice of you to show up! Too bad I have share some of the glory now!" Mikael shouted at the group of Vikings.
"How has the battle been going? This skirmish is larger than the previous ones...And why are you here yourself?" asked Stoick with a worrying look on his face.
"I think the dragons and their riders are doing fine. We have taken out about...eight ships so far. I think the riders are going after the ships that are the furthest away from the harbor. I told them I would go after the ones closest to the harbor." reported Mikael.
"How did you get on their ships?" asked one of the Vikings.
"I got on Hiccup's dragon and he dropped me off at a ship and once I was done with one he would pick me up and drop me off at the next one." said Mikael. The Vikings had a suprised look on their faces. How would a non-Viking fight off a ship full of Berserkers by himself? "But now we have Berserkers coming up. Lots of them."
"Agreed. We won't be able to fight them here. Let's back off to the plaza, well have a bigger chance of winning this battle there." Stoick then said.
The group then retreated to the plaza. The harbors thin docks and piers were too thin to fight them off at. The plaza did provide more room the fight them off but if they lost the village would be at the mercy of the Berserkers. And they played for keeps. The group took their stand just at the top of the ramps and held their ground.
"I just want to let you know...it has been an honour." Mikael said, offering a hand to Stoick. Stoick shook his hand. "Now let's make the gods proud." Even though Mikael worshipped a different pantheon of gods compared to the Vikings, the Vikings understood his meaning.
"Agreed. We will battle to the end." Stoick said gripping his warhammer.
Mikael and the Vikings turned their gazes towards the marching Berserkers. They had a shield wall up, and slowly but surely advanced on the Vikings. They needed to hold them off as long as they could until the dragon riders have finished off any straggler ships still in the ocean. Mikael wasn't a stranger to fighting lots of enemies at once. He fought in the Civil War of Skyrim as a Legionnaire and later on as a Legate of the Imperial Legion. Stormcloaks were similar to the Berserkers but were more coordinated and had a different purpose for the war. This time however, it was Mikael plus six of his allies versus 150 Berserkers, unlike facing the Stormcloaks during the Battle of Whiterun when it was Mikael, Legate Rikke and about 100 of their allies combined from the city guards and Legionnaires versus about two to three hundred angry Stormcloaks.
"Surrender maggots and you will not be harmed! You're surrounded...at least from this side!" shouted one of the Berserkers. Mikael chuckled at the threats made by the Berserker.
"Good, then we attack everywhere!" Mikael yelled back at the Berserkers and then taking a quick glance at the Vikings. They aknowledged him. He looked back at the Berserkers. Mikael then bellowed a battle cry, and the Vikings followed suit. There was only thought inside Mikael's head.
'A Nord will not be judged by the way he lived, but how he died.'
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The battle in the skies and in the sea was going pretty well. No rider has been injured so far, and only about 6 ships were remaining. Out of the 30 ships that were attacking two of them were cleared by Mikael, 14 of them were destroyed by the riders and 10 of them managed to land on Berk. However the dragons were getting tired and they were nearing their shot limits. Only Meatlug had a seeminly unlimited amount of shots thanks to her being a Gronkle. She could eat catapult boulders from the air and then spew it back.
"Riders, regroup!" yelled Hiccup. The riders obliged, even Snotlout who was just going to attack another ship. They met high in the sky and far enough from the ships to be safe from the different launchers the ships had. "We haven't fought this many ships before...How are your shot limits and dragons?"
"Barf is running out of gas pretty soon, but dunno when." said Ruffnut. "We've been busy blasting those ships. I think even Belch doesn't have that many sparks in him." said Tuffnut.
"Hookfang still has plenty of fire in him, and he is wondering why were waiting around here and not kicking Berserker butt! Right Hookfang?" said Snotlout. Hookfang tried to flame up but quite couldn't. "Okay never mind, he is out of it too."
"Stormfly is getting low on fire too. And I think she doesn't have any more spines on her." said Astrid, looking at Stormfly's tail. She was right, almost out of spines.
"Yeah, Toothless has run out of plasma. How about you Fishlegs? Is Meatlug okay?" said Hiccup.
"Well, as you know Meatlug is a Boulder class dragon so she can eat large boulders and fire them back. I think she's fine, right girl?" Fishlegs said and hugged Meatlug and Meatlug licked him back. However once Fishlegs was done hugging Meatlug he looked up and saw all of the riders looking at him and his dragon curiously. "...and I've said too much."
The plan was simple. Make the ships fire at Meatlug so she could eat the boulders and keep firing them back. However one dragon didn't really warrant firing the rest of the dragons were supposed to fly in formation and try to attract the attention of the catapults, and when they fire they disperse, making way for the boulder to go at Meatlug so she could fire the boulder back at the ship.
"Allright gang, remember not to attack but to fly around the ships in a formation. Once you see a boulder coming at us, break off the formation and allow Meatlug to catch the boulder. Got it? No attacking! All of our dragons are out of shots, so don't bother!" said Hiccup. "Fishlegs, keep your distance behind the formation so you have more time to catch the boulders."
"Okay Hiccup, got it." Fishlegs said. The other riders went to a formation."I hate it when this happens." he said to himself quietly. Fishlegs was intelligent but his mouth was too fast, and boy did he know and hate the fact. One good example of it was that he had to carry Dragon Root and lure a Screaming Death to Outcast Island of all places.
They spotted the remaining ships going around rescuing any Berserkers caught in ice cold waters. That meant each ship carries about 20 Berserker soldiers, but each one was equipped to accomodate about 15 of them. The riders decided to against a ship that was furthest away from Berk, so it could have less soldiers on them. Safer to test the waters, so to speak. The main formation went down and tried to make them look like they were attacking the ship.
"Riders dead ahead!" one Berserker shouted and pointed at the riders.
"Ready the catapults! Fire on my mark!" The captain of the ship ordered. Berserkers loaded the catapults, and the rider formation was closing in and fast.
"Hold it...hold it...FIRE!" the captain yelled and pointed at the dragon formation.
"Riders, disengage!" Hiccup yelled and the four dragons got out of the way. Meatlug was a good distance behind the formation and managed to catch a boulder. The other boulder that was fired from the ship went right past Meatlug.
"Good catch girl! Now let's sink some boats. Lava blast!" Fishlegs said and pointed at the ship. Meatlug fired a lava blast at the bow of the ship, making a large hole just at the sea level so the ship caught on fire and it started to sink but slowly. The Berserkers saw the damage and had to either abandon ship or try to get on another ship. They couldn't repair the damage because it was right at the bow of the ship. Luckily for the Berserkers they saw another ship not too far from them.
However, after that they saw the riders go after that said ship.
"I think help isn't coming. We need to sail to the Berkian island, hide there and make repairs. Hopefully we could spy on the Berkians in the meantime." said the captain and sailed towards a secluded beach on Berk. Nobody saw them land there.
The riders repeated process until one ship remained. The rest of the ships didn't share the luck the first ship they sank, as they were hit mostly on the deck, as Meatlugs lava blasts went straight through the floor of the deck and the cargo hold. However once they were just attacking the last ship they could see Berk in flames. Sometimes there were fire blasts going around as if there was a dragon wrecking the place. Not only that but there were loud noises going around but they were too far away to tell what the Hel were those voices.
"Hey Hiccup, do you see and hear what is going on over there?" said Astrid and pointed her finger at Berk.
"Yes I see. If there is a dragon wrecking Berk we need to head down there. Snotlout, Ruff, Tuff and Fishlegs, you deal with the last ship. Astrid and I are going to Berk and see what the Hel is going on over there." said Hiccup.
"On it, Hiccup!" said Fishlegs and the rest gave a nod.
The pair left the other riders and closed in on Berk. Once they were close they didn't see any bodies on the harbor, thank Thor. However once they ascended to the plaza, heard a loud thundering sound that knocked off several Berserkers off the cliff and most of them died from fall damage. After that they saw a tornado appear from the cliff, headed straight for an escaping Berserker ship. They could not believe what they were seeing...and hearing.
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The battle inside the village was not going well for both sides. The Berserkers had a large advantage in numbers, even when the Vikings got some reinforcements. It was 150 versus about 30 in the start. The Berserkers didn't go after the food storage or the armory at all. Their plan was to kill or wound every warrior that were standing in their way so they could raid the village in relative peace without any resistance. However, even with a five to one advantage the battle was going bad for them. That man with strange white-grey armor and a white sword was thinning their numbers like crazy, just like the Chieftain of the village and the man with a hammer for a left hand and a peg leg on his right foot.
The rest of the Vikings were warriors but they succumbed against the numbers. Most were heavily wounded. The Berserkers were a savage tribe and their warriors even more savage but even they knew that if a warrior was heavily wounded they should leave them be. However, some of the Vikings tried to drag the wounded away and had limited success bringing the wounded to Gobber's shop so they could be collected from there after the battle...if they succeeded.
"Twenty one..." Mikael bellowed after piercing a Berserkers stomach with his sword, pulling it out then slicing the chest. "...twenty two!" said Mikael after giving a hug of death to a Berserker by shoving his sword through the chest. "How are you doing Gobber?" Mikael yelled to the Viking next to him.
"I have nineteen! But your kills don't count!" said Gobber, accusing him of cheating because of his unusual gear. They turned the battle to a game to see who would get the most kills. It was made up so they could keep the adrenaline flowing and to keep any fearful thoughts supressed since they were fighting against the odds.
"Yes they do!" Mikael yelled. He put his both hands on his sword and swinging it at a head of a Berserker, decapitating him and breaking the weapon of said Berserker in half who tried to block the swing. "Twenty three!"
"Twenty!" said Gobber, splitting a Berserkers head like a grape by swinging his hammer-hand downwards.
"Why don't my kills count?" Mikael yelled, and after disarming a Berserker and then swinging his sword wildly around to confuse the Berserker he did two deep cuts to the Berserkers chest. "Twenty four! Besides, I have a wounded leg! And don't even mention you have a peg leg, at least it doesn't hurt like crazy once in a while!" Gobber chuckled and then crushed a Berserker soldiers shoulder with his hammer-hand. "Twenty one!" said Gobber.
"Mikael, Gobber, we could use a hand here!" yelled Stoick and was surrounded by about 10 Berserkers. Stoick was strong, but he was too large of a Viking to have any agility to fight 10 of them head on. "On my way, Chief!" Mikael yelled and jumped to action very fast, slicing his way through a wall of Berserkers with Gobber smashing any stragglers on the way behind the tall Nord.
Stoick took a glance of the situation. It was looking very bad for the Vikings. Out of the 29 Vikings and one Nord at the start, they only had him, Mikael, Gobber and three Vikings remaining. The rest were either killed or wounded. And it looks like they were cornered at the bottom of the steps to the Great Hall. There were now about 70 Berserkers left, all of them focusing on the remaining six opponents.
"Looks like we are on our way to Valhalla." said Stoick to the two warriors next to them. "Find me at the great halls of Valhalla, Stoick." said Gobber to Stoick. "I will, old friend." said Stoick and shook Gobbers good hand.
Mikael however, wasn't having none of this. He couldn't fall in battle, at least not in this world. What if he couldn't get to Sovngarde when he was in this world that wasn't Nirn? And besides, he had the World-Eater to fight on Nirn. He had to end the battle now. His thoughts went at the Greybeards, Paarthurnax and Skyrim as a whole. He needed to use the Thu'um. Badly.
'Only Speak in True Need', the very core of the Way of the Voice rang in his head.
"Stoick, Gobber and Vikings...I need you to listen to me very carefully. It is going to get very hot and loud here. Cover your ears."
"What are you doing Mikael? What do you mean hot and loud-" said Stoick.
"Trust me. Either this or we get crushed. I am not going to Sovngarde...yet." said Mikael raising a hand interrupting Stoick.
Stoick sighed, wanted to fight to the end. He was a Viking after all. He took a quick glance at Gobber and the remaining three Vikings which were Spitelout, Phlegma the Fierce and Astrids father. Astrid would be devastated if her father died and the village would be very weak losing the best warriors of Berk and their chieftain. He reluctantly agreed.
"Very well, I hope you know what you're doing. Cover your ears!" yelled Stoick to the other Vikings. They obliged and put their hands on their ears.
Luckily for Mikael, the Berserkers were closing on the Vikings and him in a four single lines. They were getting closer and closer. It was now or never.
"YOL TOOR SHUL!"
Mikael Shouted, and the result was a fiery breath from his mouth. The resulting sound wasn't that comforting either. The Berserkers closest to Mikael and at the front were burned to a crisp, killing them instantly. The ones behind them were burned very badly but the ones at the very end of their file were singed at worst. The Vikings behind him flinched at the at the thunderous voice, wondering what in the name of Thor was that. Did the man just breathe fire, like a dragon?
After the first impressions of what the Hel was that, the Berserkers started to flee after hearing some of their comrades screaming in pure terror and seeing their charred flesh. The stench of burning flesh was unbearable to some, making them falter. They clearly were fighting against a god, or a human with Odin-given powers. Mikael took a deep breath and Shouted again. Even more Berserkers were burned and killed. However, once Mikael saw some Berserkers near a cliff he decided to grant the Berserkers some mercy.
"FUS RO DAH!" Mikael Shouted again.
This time there wasn't any fire. It was a blue, glowing shockwave, and much louder than the previous Shouts. His Voice knocked down most Berserkers but some of them were flung right off the cliff for a gracious death from fall damage. It was that or being burned to the bone.
There were only a few Berserkers remaining. Some of them tried to reach the boats but one managed to slip away to the forests of Berk. The ones going to the boats got on one boat and tried to sail away in pure panic. They forgot that the man who almost single handedly yelled and burned half of their raiding party could burn their ship. Not to mention the dragon riders of Berk. Once they were a decent distance away from Berk, they heard that monster yell again.
"VEN GAAR NOS!" Mikael Shouted but this time a huge tornado or a cyclone appeared, and once it hit their ship the mast was torn to shreds, and most of the boats wood was destroyed. Not to mention most of the Berserkers were thrown off the ship. The ship sank in seconds.
For now, the battle was over. Casualties were high on both sides, but none of the food or other supplies were stolen and Dagur had thirty less ships and a lot of Berserkers less. The Berkians gained 9 more ships to their fleet thanks to the 10 ships landing on the harbor, completly intact and with catapults on it. Overall it was one of the biggest victories so far in the war, apart from the Viking casualties.
Mikael had still some adrenaline remaining in him, and walked away the cliff where he shouted a cyclone at the ship. Shouting that much can take a decent toll on a human, Dragonborn or not. And having a wounded leg didn't help that much either. He was just about to collapse from exhaustion but suddenly Hiccup and Astrid appeared next to him, and holding him up by moving his arms around their shoulders. They moved Mikael to the Haddock Hall to get some rest. He fell asleep on a bed very fast, thinking of what might've happened if he didn't use the Thu'um. 'You didn't have a choice' he thought. 'This village including you would've been slaughtered if not for the Thu'um.'
Tomorrow was going to be a long day explaining himself to a village or a world full of superstition towards magic.
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Hiccup and the Dragon Riders woke up early to convene a meeting with the village without Mikael, and for obvious reasons why. The man used some sort of magic to repel the skirmish and the village was very grateful for it apart from select few. Namely Mildew, Spitelout and some other the older Vikings didn't approve of his prolonged stay any longer. He was a magic user afterall. User of powerful, and very loud magic that involves yelling incoherent words, but still magic. They're Vikings, they have stubborness issues.
The Hall was full with murmurs and random chatter, wondering what was the meeting called about. Usually a meeting of this scale wasn't called after an attack either by dragons or the Berserkers. Mind you that most of the village hid in the Great Hall when it happened so they couldn't see what was going on outside even when Mikael started to roast half a hundred Berserkers to ash.
"Settle down everyone!" bellowed Stoick, holding out his hands and moving them down as a gesture. The crowd around the large table quieted down but some whispers were heard. "Some of you know why the meeting was called without our...guest. Some of you might be wondering why are we even calling this meeting. Without further ado, we must discuss what happened last night, during the latest Berserker skirmish."
Stoick cleared his throat, and sat down.
"The last Berserker skirmish was much larger than the ones launched during this whole war. They had about thirty ships overall, while the usual count was about ten to fifteen. That meant some of them managed to land on our harbor while our Dragon Riders were busy taking care of the ones in the dark sea." Stoicks face went sour after taking a deep breath.
"However, that meant casualties. About one hundred and fifty of them assaulted our village and we only had about thirty of so of us against them. A five to one disadvantage, but we still fought bravely, like we always do as Vikings." This statement brought up some "ayes" and "yeahs" in the crowd. "However, we had Mikael, our guest to help us. I believe he has proven himself as a true warrior, but not only that, but as a Viking. I would be honored if he decided to stay in the village permanently." With that statement said the more opposing Vikings like Spitelout almost started a riot but decided not to until the Chief finished his speech.
"But there was one thing Mikael did during the battle." Now Hiccup and Astrid had a worrying expression on them, with the rest of the riders completly oblivious on what was going on. They were at sea at the time. "He used this...magic when we were completly surrounded. It was Mikael, me, Gobber, Spitelout, Phlegma and Leif against about seventy Berserkers. Mikael told us that it was going to get loud and hot, and even with my protest he told me to trust him." Stoick took a deep breath.
"So I did. He then let this...shout, yell or a roar and suddenly more than thirty of them that were closing on us were scorched to ashes, like he just breathed fire like a dragon."
The crowd went into a shock. How could a man breathe fire like a dragon?
"I know, it sounds impossible. However I had eyewitnesses. Leif, can you agree with me?" Stoick then gestured to Leif.
"It is true, Chief. I had my ears closed and the heat was intense so my eyes were almost closed but I still saw the chaos that erupted from his magic."
"Phlegma, Spitelout, Gobber? Can you too agree with me?" Stoick then gestured the three warriors next to him.
"Aye." all of them said in unison.
"So. After that first wave he then did the same thing again, this time burning even more Berserkers. At that time all of the Berserkers were running away in panic. After that he shouted some words again, this time letting out a shockwave similar to a Thunderdrums sonic blast, knocking down and sending Berserkers flying off a cliff. After that I didn't see much but it seemed Mikael went after the group that tried to escape by boat. I was too busy getting the wounded to the healers."
Now Stoick moved his gaze from the crowd to the Dragon Riders that were around a smaller table, away from the main crowd but still paying attention to the meeting.
"Hiccup, Astrid. You saw him collapsing to the ground not long after that, yes?" Stoick said and gestured to the pair. Hiccup stood up and cleared his throat.
"Yes, father. We saw the fires coming out of village and decided to investigate, leaving the rest to deal with the remaining ship. I can only presume the twins, Snotlout and Fishlegs got the last ship?" said Hiccup with a glance to the four riders. All of them nodded. "Good. Anyway, once me and Astrid arrived at the village we were seeing all of the Berserker bodies around the village, almost half of them burned badly, and we saw Mikael using that...shockwave as you put it. Our dragons stuttered for a while after hearing that as they do not like loud noises. He then went to the cliff and...summoned this cyclone or a small tornado and used it to destroy a fleeing Berserker ship. He then started to walk away from the cliff but started to falter and collapsed. So we took him to our house and laid him to rest. That is all." Hiccup said and sat back down.
"Very well. Well, now you all know what happened during the battle. I seriously think we are in debt to him, that we should repay one way or another. I therefore open up the discussion with a permission to speak one at a time." Stoick said, and saw Spitelout raising his hand. "Spitelout."
Spitelout cleared his throat.
"Are you seriously considering leaving this magic user among us? True, what he did was a gift from the gods or it seemed, but I think I am not alone having an opinion that he should be banished off the island at once. Magic users have no place here." He then gestured towards the crowd, and some of them agreed with Spitelout and started to raise their fists and yelling.
"Are ye daft, Spitelout?" said Gobber, suprising Spitelout and his supporters. "The man saved our lives. If he hadn't used that power or magic he was using what could've happened? All six of us would've been killed, the village would be without its Chieftain, our food stolen and to top it off they would've stolen our weapons, leaving us defenseless!" The statement from Gobber seemed to gain the agreement of the rest of the Vikings. Magic user or not, the man was a hero to the village and they were in debt to him.
"It was deviltry that the man used! He does NOT have a place among honourable Vikings!" shouted Spitelout at Gobber.
"Cast aside yer stupid superstitions for once an' think!" Gobber yelled back.
"ENOUGH!" bellowed Stoick. The two Vikings settled down, almost starting a proper fight having their weapons raised.
"We are not in a position to start a miniature civil war among ourself. We are still at war with the Berserker tribe, and of they hear our village has been divided among itself they will take advantage of it. I propose the following: We let Mikael speak for himself, and then decide what to do. Besides we shouldn't lay down any punishments towards anyone without him or her being present. If you agree, say 'aye'."
The crowd said 'aye'. Even when they were superstitious they still were Vikings and were honourable. They must allow the man to speak for himself.
"Allright. Hiccup, go get Mikael. I suppose he is still asleep from the exhaustion but wake him up."
"Yes, Dad." Hiccup stood up and left the hall. The rest of the Dragon Riders stood up as well, not wanting to wait around in the hall. Besides, they had personal questions. They opened the great doors of the Hall and closed them behind.
"Hey Hiccup. What do you think they will do to him? I hope they aren't really banishing him from Berk. He is a stranger to our world." said Astrid.
"I dunno Astrid. My father seems to be on his side even after witnessing what Mikael did. I really hope Spitelout or Mildew don't start any riots. After this raid we really cannot afford to be on the edge of the village splitting in half."
"Also I really think he wouldn't just throw away an ally like him. Remember, according to him he has the blood of the dragons. Maybe if we let him to join us, we could learn more about dragons that we possibly could before!" Fishlegs chimed in.
"Whatever. I just hope I get a chance to spar with him. Gobber told me that he slew about twenty eight Berserkers at the plaza alone. Not counting the ones he burned to death." Snotlout said.
"For once I agree with you. I really want to see him go at you, Snotlout." said Astrid.
"Yeah! Wait what?" said Snotlout with a confused look.
"Guys, Stoick said he could breathe fire like a dragon right? Well what did we say about him when he told he was this 'Dragonborn'?" The group looked at Tuffnut. "Well, think of the roasted chicken we could make if we could do that!" said Ruffnut. They then banged their helmets together.
"I think the gods, or whoever or whatever granted him those powers wouldn't grant them to you two." said Astrid jokingly. "Thank Thor for that."
The group then arrived at the Haddock house and opened the door. They saw Mikael sitting next to a table, writing to something that looks like a journal. He was in a deep concertation, so zoned in that he didn't notice the six Vikings standing over the doorway.
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Fourth Era Year 204, Hearthfire 10th
All I have to say is...Talos preserve me.
Last night the village I lived in was attacked a hostile tribe called "the Berserkers". Hiccup thought I should stay in the Great Hall but I thought I should help the village out. So I did. At first I was on dragonback, and told Hiccup to drop me off at Berserker ships one at a time then let the dragon riders take care of the rest. Even after my initial reaction to the dragons the Vikings here used I trusted the dragons without hesitation. They seem to aknowledge my dragons blood after all, and show respect.
I took out two ships at first but the second ship I was on crash landed on the harbor. I then saw ten other ships closing in on the harbor. I decided to hold them off at the Plaza since the docks probably wouldn't like me using the Thu'um. At first I saw the chief, Gobber and some other Vikings in the plaza, and we made our stand there.
The battle was very bloody. It still wasn't as bloody as the Battle of Whiterun, or the Battle of Windhelm during the Civil War of Skyrim. But very bloody nonetheless. Me, Gobber and the Chief laid waste to the Berserkers, thinning their numbers. But the ratio of the amount of Berserkers to the Vikings was rapidly going up. In the end it was me, Gobber, the Chief and three Vikings against seventy of them. It was looking very grim.
I had to use the Thu'um. I pray to Talos and Kynareth that it was the correct choice, as the Greybeards told only to use the Thu'um for the True Need. I think if I didn't the village would've been captured or razed to the ground. But I still used it for warfare, even if it was for survival.
Talos guide me.
"Good morning, Mikael." said Hiccup. Mikael then turned to the group and almost yelped out of suprise and then closed his journal.
"Good morning. I saw most of the village was empty. What's going on?" asked Mikael.
"Mikael, you need to come with us. I think your little...show off at the battle has raised some tension in the village."
"Show-off?" Mikael asked angrily. "I only used it for-" Hiccup cut him off by raising his hand.
"Explain it to the village. We can talk privately later." Hiccup then gestured to the door, and Mikael followed the Riders back to the Great Hall.
"Okay then...however, I must warn you one thing, Hiccup." Mikael said right before entering the hall. Hiccup looked at Mikael interrogatively. "You might not like I have to say. Let's just say it involves you, your riders and the dragons you ride."
With that said Mikael entered the Hall. The gazes of the crowd immediately turned to the Dragon Riders plus Mikael. The crowd was silent at first when he approached but once he closed in on the table he could hear either curses, or prayers to Thor they wouldn't be burned like the Berserkers. Mikael sat down next to Stoick, but then Stoick gestured the surviving warriors to get up and let Mikael sit at the center spot while having the Dragon Riders at his sides. Mikael was offered a tankard of ale to clear his throat which he accepted gladly. Mikael hated talking too much, so he needed some alcohol in his throat to keep talking.
"Allright, quiet down. Mikael, you have been summoned to this meeting to discuss your...abilities that you showed us during the battle. You may proceed." Stoick then sat down. Mikael took a deep gulp from his tankard.
"Okay, how should I start...For starters from what I saw from your faces from the last time I was here, your people do not seem to be kind towards anything...supernatural or magical in nature." Mikael said, and looked at the crowd. "Is this correct?" Mikael asked, and saw nods and heard 'aye's all around the crowd.
"Well, as you can see I kept my...powers hidden from you for the time being. I didn't want to get killed, or banished from this village. As for the powers themselves, I'll explain the nature of them." Mikael then took another large swig from the tankard and gestured to bring him more. Man, this is going to wreck some nerves. He then took a glance at the Riders around him, all of them had a worrying look on their faces except the twins. They really had a knack for causing havoc or being a nuisance. What if they could do stuff like him? He then got another tankard from Hiccup, and took a deep breath.
"As you may or may not remember from what I said from the previous meeting, I am the Dragonborn, or Dovahkiin by the language of dragons. A mortal that has been gifted or cursed with dragon's soul and blood, depending on who is asked about the subject. This has some effects on a mortal. One, usually when a Dragonborn is found it is usually at the same time when there is...an event going on in the world. In my case, the World-Eater from the prophecy has returned to Tamriel. I was destined to stop him." Another deep drink.
"Two, I can..." The took a look around him glancing at each Dragon Rider. The next part won't be pretty on their ears. "...absorb a slain dragon's life force and soul directly." With that statement the crowd went in to murmurs but the Riders were in absolute shock. Absorb a slain dragons soul? "That allows me to become the ultimate dragonslayer. I am the only one who can kill a dragon permanently. At least the ones from my homeland. I also gain power and knowledge from the dragons' souls, allowing me to use the same kind of magic the dragons use. Case in point, the last nights battle." The crowd seemed to understand now. "You see, the dragons of Tamriel do not use natural gas to breathe fire. They use a special kind of magic called the Thu'um to breathe fire, frost or do other things. Thu'um translates to 'Voice' to common language. To use said magic you need to Shout certain words in the language of dragons." Mikael then pulled out a parchment and some charcoal.
"For an example, 'Fire Breath' consists of 'Yol' which means 'fire', 'Toor', which means 'inferno', and finally 'Shul', which means 'sun'." Mikael then scribbled some draconic runes to the parchment with the corresponding Norse runes below them and showed the to the crowd and the Riders. The twins were ecstatic to say the least. Mikael saw the looks on the twins faces. "However, it requires constant meditation and practice for many decades before one can Shout even the simplest Thu'um. Me being the Dragonborn however can absorb a slain dragons soul and learn the inner meaning of the words nearly instantly. No normal mortal can learn the amount of Thu'um a Dragonborn can in a lifetime." The twins weren't happy about this. Medication? Practice? Nobody has time for that, especially the twins.
Mikael then finished his tankard.
"However, as some of you know and saw, Thu'um is very taxing towards the body of a mortal who is using the voice. I almost collapsed after using Fire Breath in a quick succession. My wounded leg didn't help it either after the adrenaline went down. Since the dragons of Tamriel are immortal they can Shout as much as they want without getting tired."
"Wait, dragons are immortal?" asked Fishlegs.
"Yes, they are. I met a dragon called Paarthurnax who lives on the tallest mountain of Tamriel. Apparently he has lived on top of that mountain for thousands of years, unlike most of his brethren who were slain by humans. However I am not completly sure about your dragons if they are immortal."
Mikael then took a glance at Stoick.
"I give my personal oath and I swear to the name of Talos that I will not harm any of your dragons that live here on my own accord. I am sure that your dragons do not have the same attitude and nature as the ones from my homeland now that I have seen them flying around and being ridden by humans. However I will still act on personal defense if necessary. I hope that will never happen as absorbing a dragon soul isn't that pretty to watch."
"Understandable." said Stoick, and then turned to the crowd around the hall still looking perplexed by what Mikael just told them. "Now that the man has spoken for his own accord, we can discuss what should we do."
"Wait, what?" Mikael asked Stoick. Stoick then leaned down and whispered to his ear.
"You are right, we Vikings tend to get on the edge when it comes down to the gods' wrath, magic or anything supernatural. Some of them want you banished, or publicly executed. I, Gobber, most Vikings and the Riders agree that you should be allowed to live here. I am not sure if the Riders like what you just said though." Stoick then rose up.
"Allright, I open the meeting for discussion. As before, raise your hand and I grant you permission to speak." Nobody, however did raise their hand. Spitelout had a look on his face that said 'I think I already told you what I and others want'. After a good minute of watching if anyone would raise their hand, Stoick spoke up.
"Since nobody has decided to speak, I propose the following. We allow Mikael to live in the village..."
"WHAT!" yelled Spitelout.
"Are you listening to yourself Stoick?" yelled Mildew.
"...and owe him the debt for saving our village." Stoick finished. Spitelout, Mildew and others in favour of banishment or other punishments were stunned. How could their Chief do such a thing?
"What debt? asked Mikael.
"It is said in the Viking Law that should a village or a tribe of Vikings be saved by anyone, they are hereby in debt to their saviours. I think everyone here agrees that we really owe him that." Most Vikings nodded, even some of the Vikings that were on Spitelouts side.
"So...what do you ask in return of saving our village?" asked Stoick.
"Are you really sure?" Mikael asked Stoick.
"We are. The majority seems to agree with my proposal." Stoick gestured the crowd and most of them nodded at Mikael.
"Well...I only ask for one thing in return. I must find a way back to my world, and I only ask your help in the search of a way for me to return to my world. I do not know which one of your villagers are willing to help me out, since you all know my true nature as the ultimate dragonslayer. However I will only take volunteers."
"Allright. Now I will repeat the conclusion of this meeting. We allow Mikael to stay in the village, and he can ask for volunteers. Everyone in favour, say 'aye'."
"Aye!" said most of the crowd and raised their hands.
"Allright, it is settled then. Now, the meeting is officially over. Go back to your duties." Stoick bellowed and gestured the crowd to scram. Stoick then took a glance at Mikael who was sitting at a table alone, trying to enjoy breakfast. The Riders were sitting at a different table now, sometimes shooting a glare at Mikael. Especially Hiccup was angry at Mikael.
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It was afternoon now. Mikael now just sat alone at a table while the Riders were across the hall. When Mikael went to the forge to help out Gobber Hiccup was already there and shot a glare at him that said 'please go away, murderer'. Stoick noticed this, and went to talk to him.
"Mikael, you know I could've assigned some people to help you in your mission. After your...speech on your past and special 'status' I really do not think anyone will volunteer to help you. Especially the Dragon Riders. They are very attached to their dragons, you know. They will not like anyone who has slain lots of dragons. I admit, our village had traditions and special warrior training towards killing dragons but that was over three years ago. It is in our past now." Stoick said, and placed a hand on Mikael's shoulder.
"Thank you for your offer, Chieftain. I know what I am, and I know what I must do once I return to Tamriel. Fight the demi-god dragon Alduin, the World-Eater and stop him from eating the world whole. But I do not know this world, and I wouldn't want anyone following me if they were not willing. Not only it would lower the morale and the abilities of them."
"Well, do you know who to ask?" asked Stoick.
"I do not know, Chief. At first I thought I would ask the Dragon Riders. After that I have no idea. I suppose I must gain the trust of your tribe before I could ask anyone. Besides, the time in the village could give me time to gather information." said Mikael.
"Well, I wish you luck on your mission. I am eternally grateful for your help. I know most of the village are still terrified of your abilities, but I trust you after saving our village. I made the same mistake of initial mistrust based solely on traditions when I disowned Hiccup for befriending a dragon."
"Wait, what? You disowned your son for befriending a dragon? Can you tell me more about that?" asked Mikael.
Stoick sighed and sat down next to him. "I know, I am still regretting that decision that day. More than three years ago we were at war with the dragons. We were attacked by a regular basis, and they stole our food and livestock. Hiccup was...a different boy from the other teens of his age. Often causing trouble one way or another, but not by mischief. At one raid Hiccup claimed to have shot down a Night Fury, the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself. The fastest dragon ever, never seen and never missed a shot. So on those grounds we didn't believe him at first."
Stoick then took a swig from a mug and inhaled some air.
"So, I put him in dragon training with the other teens. At the same time I left for another search of the dragons nest so I am telling you what I heard from Gobber telling me what happened during the training. At first Hiccup had trouble in training but at the third training session he herded a Hideous Zippleback back to its cage all by himself. Something unheard of. Then he knocked down a Deadly Nadder. Then after knocking a Gronkle unconscious he was selected by the Elder to fight the Monstrous Nightmare and kill it."
Mikael was starting to understand a bit.
"However, during the fight he dropped his selected weapon and shield and even his helmet. He tried to show us that the dragons could be trusted, trained, and even ridden. So we wouldn't have to kill them. However, I struck my hammer against the cage of the arena with my hammer causing a huge sound making the Nightmare go crazy. Hiccup was pinned down by the dragon and suddenly a Night Fury came out of nowhere, blased a hole in the cage and dove in. The Night Fury saved Hiccup's life. However, I saw the dragon as an enemy and charged at it. It pinned me down and was about shoot me but Hiccup yelled him to stop. It stopped and the Night Fury was captured when it was distracted. I found out that Hiccup actually shot down, befriended and trained it and named him Toothless. So I disowned him." Stoick sighed again.
"He revealed that he has been to the nest, and only a dragon could find the island the nest was on. So we chained and muzzled the Night Fury, and we set sail to Helheims Gate. We did find the nest with the dragons help, and once the Red Death showed itself I realised I was a fool and it burned our fleet to splinters. However, Hiccup showed up later with the other teens riding the dragons caged in the Arena. Toothless was still chained and muzzled and on a burning ship. Hiccup got to him but before he could free him the massive dragons tail hit the ship he was on and Toothless sank to the ocean while still chained in the trap. Hiccup dove and tried to free him but went unconscious. I had to dive and get Hiccup to surface and then dove back. I had to trust the Night Fury at the moment and I freed him. Then after Hiccup got on the Night Fury I apologized for everything and told him that I was proud of him being my son. Truth to every word."
"So, to put it shortly, Hiccup defeated the Red Death, but he lost his left foot after nearly falling to death. Toothless caught him midair and took most of the fall. I thanked the dragon for saving my son's life. Since then we've had dragons in our everyday lives but without us killing them. Apparently the Red Death used some sort of mind control magic to force lesser dragons to raid our village so she could be fed."
"That is very similar to the Alduin, the World-Eater. To the dragons of Tamriel, he is the wisest one of the all dragons. To the dragons of Tamriel, power equals truth. Alduin being the most powerful dragon he is the wisest of all dragons, making everyone else a lesser dragon. He commands them to fight humans." Mikael then said to himself. He now turned to Stoick.
"But I think I now understand the Dragon Riders hate towards me and I think I know how to convince them. Thank you, Chieftain."
"Mikael, you can call me Stoick from now on." Stoick them said and smiled.
"Very well, Stoick." Mikael said. Mikael then took a look at the Dragon Riders. They were still musing about what Mikael said during the meeting. He decided to approach them. Once Mikael was close to the table, they all gave him an angry glare.
"Hello guys. I know I said some things during the meeting that you do not agree with, but I would like it if you guys heard me out." Mikael said, gesturing the group around the table. The group looked at each other, then at Hiccup.
"Allright. Sit down and make it quick." Hiccup said with an angry tone.
Mikael sat down and took a deep breath.
"I know why you are all mad at me. I have killed lots of dragons in my lifetime, but you guys need to understand some things before you hate me for it." Mikael said and took a drink.
"The dragons of Tamriel are not the same as the ones in this land. They are arrogant, prideful and stupidly stubborn creatures. They think of humans as if they were flies, or slaves. Unfortunately them being immortal creatures their ways cannot be changed at all, apart from select few. Only one dragon, Paarthurnax has decided to help me fight against Alduin. He was Alduin's second-in-command and top liutenant during the Dragon War but decided to help the ancient Nords fight Alduin several thousands years ago because he saw that the War was not good for either side. No other dragon has openly rebelled against Alduin's lordship. Since then he has meditated on top of the Throat of the World, and taught the Greybeards on the Voice, and adopted the philosophy of them called "Way of the Voice".
All of them were looking at like Mikael was rambling. Well, he was rambling.
"Anyway, the short version is that the dragons of Tamriel cannot be reasoned with unless they somehow lose their respect and fealty to Alduin. The same thing happened three years ago, remember? Your father told me about the Red Death. After she died, all of the dragons became calmer and more reasonable and stopped the raids. Unless I stop Alduin the World-Eater, the dragons of Tamriel are going to get killed by the hundreds. Either by me because they are stopping me from stopping Alduin and I won't be that sorry for them, or by the other humans around Tamriel because the dragons are attacking people. That is why I will need your guys' help."
The group went silent after the short speech, but after a moment of consideration Hiccup beamed up.
"Mikael, I am sorry about our reactions towards you. You know I care about dragons, but you proved that the dragons of Tamriel are being forced to act against their free will, just like our dragons by the Red Death. Therefore I think we should help you and the best way to do that would be if you became one of us." Hiccup gestured to the whole group. All of them seemed to be in agreement.
"So, welcome to the Dragon Riders. But to truly be one of us..." Hiccup looked dead in the eyes of Mikael.
"...you need to ride a dragon of your own."
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Meanwhile, on the secluded beach...
It has been several hours since the battle. They were lucky and their boat didn't sink like the rest. They are inside enemy territory with limited supplies and had to hurry to fix their boat and report back to Dagur. However these tasks seemed very hard to complete. They had to gather wood, food and water in secret.
It wasn't long after another Berserker came running down the beach, waving his arms around as he was trying to tell not to shoot him. He finally came to the boat, fell down to his knees and panted heavily.
"Thank Thor, I thought I was the only one alive." He then saw a captain approach him, holding out a hand. He took it and was lifted to both feet.
"I am Captain Borg. Report. What do you mean 'only one alive?'" the captain asked.
"Well...I was one of the soldiers assaulting the village. We had them Berkians cornered at one point...but I swear I am telling the truth but one of them started to breathe fire at us!" he explained.
"They have dragons, remember that soldier?" the captain said with a serious tone.
"No...one of the Vikings. He had this strange armor on and a longsword that cleaved through our flesh and bones like they were made out of butter!" he then explained.
"I was lucky I escaped. I think most of us who were surrounding the remaining six Vikings were burned to the bones, some of them were knocked off by this...shockwave that was similar to the one Thunderdrums use. I seriously think we should get out of here as soon as possible and warn Dagur about this man. Or should I even call it even a man?"
"Agreed. However, as you can tell we must do everything quietly. We're behind enemy lines. We must gather supplies for the trek back to our island and repair our boat." the captain replied.
"How long before we can do that?" the survivor asked.
"Couple of days at most. The damage to our ship can be repaired quickly enough but gathering supplies for the return journey is going to take a while. We also need to watch the weather, we need to leave at night time and we cannot risk going to a thunderstorm." said the captain.
"I really hope Dagur is pleased of the information we're gonna provide." said the survivor.
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Authors Notes:
Finally, I have finished this chapter. Totaling about 10k words and then some. I think I have now "set the stage" so to speak for the rest of the story.
Can you guys guess what dragon Mikael is going to get? Hint: It will not be the Thunderdrum. Even if Thunderdrums are nearly deaf and wont be harmed by the excessive sounds Mikael would make from Shouting. I figured he should be riding something special.
Please review and give constructive critisism. If you guys do not tell me what I am doing wrong (other than sometimes writing this story at 3 AM) then I won't get better.
If theres some confusion of what happened, here's some info.
- Mildew returned to Berk after the Battle of Outcast Island since he helped Alvin rescue Hiccup from Dagur. He was pardoned by Stoick but his status in the village was the same as before. The social outcast.
- If you cannot tell yet or haven't read the character information page on my profile, Mikael is a very skilled fighter, having learned from different masters around Tamriel, travelling around and being a member of the Companions and the Fighters Guild of Cyrodiil. Besides, even when his leg was hurting a lot he kept going with determination.
- (from chapter 2) Mikael is a very talented blacksmith. Remember, he was an apprentice to his father, and has learned how to pound an anvil since he was 8. He may not have the skills Hiccup has for tinkering and inventing things that are mechanical but he knows a lot about different alloys one can use to make a blade.
(SKYRIM MAIN QUEST SPOILERS!)
- Mikael knows most of the Dragon Shouts available in the base game and expansions. I don't think I'm gonna invent any more Shouts but I can tell you this: He has been to Skuldafn and learned a word for Storm Call there, not realising the said temple was used by Alduin to gain access to Sovngarde. How he reached the place? By climbing the mountains of course. True, the area is off limits in normal game play until a certain point in the main story but how could the ancient Nords build the place if they couldnt reach the place themselves?
