Chapter 3

RiverWood Whiterun Hold

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Asbjorn stood by the forge, waiting for the steel rod to get white hot. Thinking back over the last year he apprentices with

Alvor alongside his daughter. It was a deal they made, Alvor would tell Asbjorn about Tamriel, and teach him how to Smith. And In return, Asbjorn would teach Alvor about Earth and his world. Alvor couldnt wrap his mind around cars and planes,. he would often say "How can a metal box fly through the air at 700 miles in one hour?". To which Asbjorn gave up trying to explain.

When the topic of war came up. Asbjorn told Alvor that his people didn't use swords anymore, instead using firearms and weaponized vehicles. When Alvor asked if he knew how to make one Asbjorn said "Yes, but I will not make one. Not now, not ever." and said no more.

Looking at the steel rod he pulled it out and places it on the anvil, hammering it evenly to get it flat. The satisfying clink of the hammer hitting the metal ringing through his ears. To repeat the process when the rod cooled down. While he waited for it to reheat he went over to the leather armor he had been working on and started finishing the final stitching. Alvor was in Whiterun buying new material.

Hearing a strange roar coming from Helgens direction he saw a massive black shape fly over the barrow. Knowing what it is he sat down and said "Son of a bitch, that was a fucking dragon." Quietly. "Elves, Orcs, Gaint walking cats and now Dragons. What else is This place got in store for us."

He had come to terms with Elves and would Hunt with Feandal when he had the chance. Often learning a new method of tracking and shooting from a crouched position. He was already a decent shot with a longbow before he came to nirn. However, with Feandals' help he soon became an expert.

Shrugging his shoulder he finished the suit of leather and set it aside, as he went back the blade. Working the blade to sword shape he doused it oil to heat treat it.

Pulling it out after it was treated long enough he set it to the grindstone and sharpened the edges.

Next thing was the handle. He had made an Oak handle already and had some sinew to glue it to the Tang. His final thing was his mark. A shape of Mjolnir right above the handguard, with the letter AY inside it.

Smiling as he finished his sword and tested the balance and weight by Going through fighting motions, and found it good. Hanging it up, he just waited for Alvor to get back. Sitting down, He opened a bottle of Mead and looked at the barrow when an Imperial and a StormCloak soldier walked up. The imperial said "Who are you? What are you doing in my Uncle's forge?" As he put a handle on his sword looking angry and suspicious.

Asbjorn sighed stood up Steel sword in hand, and said "I work for him. Apprentice d under him for the last year." Gaining an even angry look from the Imperial soldier who yelled. "Lair!!!! Dorothy is his apprentice not some dishonorable lying Nord!" And swung is sword in an over head swing immediately after pulling it out.

Asbjorn had swung his sword at the incoming blow to knock it off course.

And threw an iron helmet at the soldier who had recovered by now. Standing in an offensive stance he jabbed at Asbjorns gut, who moved just in time to get a small cut on his side. Roaring in rage Asbjorn kicked the soldiers left knee cap and tackled him off the porch onto the ground with a loud thud. Both men where now swordless and resorted to hand to hand combat as Asbjorn rained punches at the soldier as he sat on top of him. The soldier now bloody had rolled over and was now on top with his knife to Asbjorns throat and said "Sovengarde awaits you." and began to slice when he stopped suddenly as Asbjorn laughed historically. "If I'm going. to Valhalla, Your coming with me." has he twisted his own dagger in the soldiers stomach pointed up causing a few Drops of blood to spill onto the blade.

Both were do focused on each other that when a loud "HADVAR, ASBJORN WHAT IN MARAS NAME HIS GOING ON HERE!!!" the both look Ed over and said simultaneously "Oh fuck." At the sight of a furious Alvor walking down the road.

Looking back at eachother, Asbjorn shoved hadvar off him and onto the groud with a small thud. "This isnt over imperial." During his time with alvor he learned about why the civil war was happening. The great war, and the cowardice of the imperials. He supported the Stormcloaks, however he didnt let alvor and his family know as they supported the Empire. However, he suspected Alvor knew but didn't say anything.

Alvor had reached them by now and looked surprised at Ralof's presense.

"All of you inside. Now." he said in a no nonsense tone. Ralof smirking whispered over to hadvar "Just like old times eh?" To which Hadvar shook his head and said angrily "Before you became a traitor." before they all sat at the table.

Alvor looked at the soldiers and asked concerned. "What brings you both here? Youve not worked togethet sinse the rebellion started?"

Ralof was the first to respond. Smiling is said in an almost charming manner "Well uncle, hows the old saying go?" he said hesitating before saying "There be Dragons about."