By the time that Avetor had made a run around with Embershard Mine, patrolling the mine for over half an hour as he made sure his wound was covered by the makeshift bandages, though he didn't have any equipment he wanted to use. Even if he had healing potions, he needed to buy a Healing Spellbook. Medical Equipment wouldn't be an issue if he had a spell book, but despite the pain, he could still walk but just not as fast as running. Avetor Edentian proved his worth as a warrior and then outfitted himself in some of the pieces of Iron Armor that were left around, wearing three-quarters of a full set, without the helmet. Since one of the bandits did not have any helmets in use, and he couldn't find one anywhere within the mine. He also claimed ownership over the Iron Shield, since he did need another set of defense for his front and his back. The shield was strapped around his back, the leather straps connecting under the iron plates of his armor. And his sword sheathed and covered by his scabbard.
This was the first bandit hive that he had taken out, on his own, and without too much trouble at that! With managing to overpower his foes with ease, though with a stab wound and threat of his life being taken by lack of air, aka being choked, he still survived. And with his survival, and upon reporting to Gerdur, he should expect some glory or recognition from the woman. Maybe she would not have been as mean or stern as last time, then again, she was not THAT mean. Just stern. Right? At least, that was how he could remember it, it was hard to remember or even think about it.
What with his eyes glued on every corner, and every shadow for any possible lurking or sneaking bandit, that was prepared to catch his off-guard and attack once again. Just like that Bosmer had done, the one that gave him the injury that was in his abdomen, and of course that he was going to feel that stab wound for some time even if it was healed up.
Avetor Edentian made his rounds around the mine once more, looting the room that he needed from earlier. He found a spell book of 'Clairvoyance', another spellbook, and some septims to pocket. And a coin purse, with a good amount of septims, then he took his leave from the back exit that was mentioned from before. By the first pair of bandits that he fought, before the second pair that was on the bridge.
Avetor was glad to know that he was better in combat against a gang of bandits, which turned out to be such a disgraceful and shameful bunch. They were killed by a single man when they could have grouped up together on the other side of the bridge. If they were grouped in five, Avetor would have surely been overpowered by the Bandits and likely killed, or worse.
Despite the little pain and problems that he faced from his first quest, he felt alright. He just needed to report back to Gerdur in Riverwood about his reward for doing this, and he was expecting for a decent pay, though not expecting a healing fee. He would take whatever he would have gotten, and he would be proud for what he did here today. He fought valiantly against these bandits, but there were worse things then this whole gang in the mine. Greater forces that would take much more skill to deal with, rather than a man who used strength and tactics, those little things would be his key to victory. That is, if he used his tactics and combined with his strength. So far, it was working incredibly well.
Ambushes was his best advantage against the enemy, it caught them off guard and most likely sent them to the ground, to kill them before they could have even retaliated against the attack, and like believed, would kill them before their sword could be raised and even be considered 'fighting back'. Avetor Edentian proved to be a somewhat skilled fighter, a decent one. Perhaps a novice or apprentice level? Those, with good tactics, and a decent level of strategy in his mind. Avetor had left the cave, only for his eyes to be blinded from the sun that peeked past the leafs of the pine trees that surrounded him, he looked through and grumbled in irritation. He could see past the trees, and the wooden town of Riverwood, and so he made his direction and path towards the town and look around for Gerdur.
Not even a minute of walking, and he made his way through the front entrance as he could see the common townspeople. With an old woman leaning over the wooden railing of her farmhouse, overlooking the adventurer as he entered, the sound of a hammer smashing down against plates of iron and steel, and other noises. A dog barking, the laughter of children and with the drunken man stumbling down the rocky street. He was stumbling, carrying a tankard of ale, or some mead, often drinking it as some would drip over his scruffy orange-colored beard.
He burped, and seemed to be happy from drinking so much, of course he would drink. He was an alocoholic, and when the Adventurer, or the Warrior as he was called, Avetor was staring. And the drunken man...just grunted and looked at him, with a weird look in his eyes. "I-I...I ain't fu-...done nothin' to ye." He grumbled, slurring this under his breath as he burped and fell back, leaning against a wooden post. That was supporting the Riverwood Trader, of course. His eyes closed, now continuing to stumble down the street.
The Human rolled his eyes because of this, it was a little amusing and he couldn't help but crack a smile, but other then that, he proceeded his search for Gerdur. He stood there, observing, he couldn't see her standing on the Sawmill, but he could see that Hod was working and hauling a huge cut-down tree into the mill with a few other workers. He swore that he saw that Gerdur was wandering by, overlooking what was going on, while disappearing by the sawmill. He hummed, taking notice and then walking over the little wooden bridge, looking over the watering stream that led...further down, to Whiterun as he would assume. Avetor watched as the labourers had carried the tree up, to add to the stack, while he maneuvered around them and to run after Gerdur. "Ma'am! Ma'am, Gerdur!" Avetor called out.
Gerdur, the nord woman stopped in her tracks in some disbelief on her face, her eyes widened in surprise now. She huffed, and cracked a smile. From these looks she shared to him, Avetor could only cock a brow and smile in confusion, though just scratching the side of his head. Gerdur responded. "I can't believe it. You returned from the mines! I half-expected for you to have been killed, or worse. But...it seems that you handled yourself well. Perhaps you do have a future in Whiterun." She spoke, and muttering under her breath. "Or maybe in adventuring, in general..." Avetor didn't barely hear this, but only to raise his brow, only to speak. "Believe me, when I say that I am full of surprises. Really." He told, raising a hand as he closed his eyes and put a hand over his hip, the nordic woman noticed this and she perked up a bit.
There was silence between them for a while, the Nord Woman was distracted by the hand that was planted on his hip, clenching on the iron armor...Gerdur thought for a moment, and the worst of thoughts came in mind. "You...didn't happen to have gotten injured, did you?" She murmured, with concern in her voice by the slightest, her hand raised and covering her lips. Of course, she was definitely concerned. Avetor didn't stutter, whenever he spoke to her. "I was caught by surprise, one of those bandits stabbed me in the hip with a knife. Luckily, it wasn't that deep and I hope to get it treated soon." He told, and Gerdur winced as she put a hand on her own hip, where she imagined that injury would have been. "Damn. I'm very sorry about that, friend. I hope that you feel better..."
Avetor grunted, and just shook his head. "It's fine." He reassured, nearly sweating as he felt a sting once again, upon shifting in his posture, it was hard to even rotate or move his body around that much. That also accounted for walking, since it was a pain. He almost forgot about the reward in the bounty, that was stated on Embershard Mine bounty. "Do you got my reward?" He asked, grunting a little, Gerdur nodded and pulled out a coin purse. "Yes, here you go. As promised, your payment." Avetor looked at the coin purse, grabbing it by the sack, he pocketed it and just shivered a little. Gerdur continued on. "You...didn't happen to find any of the miners, did you?"
"No. I have never spotted any bodies with miner clothing, or anyone that was stuck in the cells. It was as if they vanished." Avetor told. Truthfully, he never found any miners in the mines at the time. No corpse or man was hidden in the shadows, or locked in and behind a cell door, it was just him and the corpses of the many bandits that littered the mines. Gerdur looked troubled, her expression shifting from worry, to absolute suspicion and a bit of agitation. "Damnit! I was hoping that some of them were there but...no, it couldn't be." She mumbled, she went completely silent and then her arms crossed, looking down and staring off into the stream, hearing a violent splash of water, and a tree was going downstream.
Avetor was...confused. "What's wrong?" The question itself, made Gerdur squint and grow an expression of more agitation, as if wondering if he was stupid or something. Though she couldn't blame him, he could not read her mind. "Don't you see? Those...bastards! I can't believe that they did this, went behind our backs and...Thank you for killing those bastards. Thanks to you, Embershard Mine is now in our possession." Gerdur told, giving no concept of what she was meaning or referring, but Avetor understood...by the slightest.
"Someone stop that bastard!"
Five minutes earlier
"I said no! No adventures, no roughhousing or wandering outside of town without permission!" The rough sound of an Imperial spoke, that Imperial, was Lucan Valerius The owner of the Riverwood Trader, his hair was cut down shortly and his thinned black beard displayed over his facial hair. The Imperial's hands were planted firmly over the wooden counter, and a simple glare sent over to an Imperial woman, who was standing and with her arm crossed over her chest and with a bit of anger. Childish Anger. "But why not? I want to go out there and explore! There is so much to see in Skyrim, I'm tired of this place- I-I can't be here forever!" She whined, just stomping her foot on the ground.
And this, was Camilla Valerius. Lucan's sister, who had desired for adventure and fame throughout Skyrim, and with her desires to be untended too, there was only depression and sadness, and only for her to be left here at the Riverwood Trader. The only thing to look at, were the same people, that creepy old barrow at the top of the mountain, and then the two boys that always flirted with her. The bard and the hunter, Sven and Faendal.
Lucan pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes closed as he grunted. "Because I said so! I am your older brother, you will respect me." He ordered, just giving her a stern look while she glared. "Who says that you dictate my life and how I run it? Come on, brother! I can't be here for the rest of my life!" She complained, just slamming he rhand on the counter and with frustration, Lucan was equally as frustrated but irritated. He didn't want to deal with his annoying but childish sister. "Camila! I'm trying to protect you- are you even aware of how DANGEROUS it is, let alone, what could happen to you if you even took a step out of town with all the...the thieves that will rob you, or-or the bandits that will torture or...or even kill you- your going to see bad people you don't need to see! You can't leave!"
"I can take care of myself, Lucan! Faendal has been teaching me how to use a bow and arrow, and just as well as running! He's been showing me that much. Hod has even shown me how to swing a weapon, like an ax properly! I'm fine!" She argued back, and Lucan didn't know how to respond to this, but only reacting irrationally. "No! I said no, you won't leave. End of story!" He exclaimed, because of this, Camila kicked the counter and nearly yelled. "You bastard! God, I am...I'm so sick of you, sometimes!" She turned to the side, and rushed herself upstairs, Lucan shouting to her. "I'm just trying to protect you!" There was...a strangely awkward silence after that, and Lucan grumbled, his head slamming against the counter as his arms placed and surrounded his head, grumbling. "What am I going to do with her..."
"Sibling troubles, eh?" The thick accent of a dunmer sounded, Lucan raised his head and jumped up in surprise, by the sound of the elf and with such fright. He was completely caught off-guard by the Dunmer! Who was standing from across the counter, in complete hide armor, and a sword sheathed in his scabbard. The dunmer was looking at him, with a serious look on his face, and his arms crossed. Lucan grunted, as he muttered to him. "Ey- I er...Well, I guess you can say that, yes."
The Dunmer just hummed, and then looked to the side, and over to Lucan again. Lucan spoke. "She wants to go out adventuring, and I keep telling her how dangerous it is out there! But she doesn't seem to listen to me, only complains and argues!" He grumbled, just sighing with a cough, covering his mouth as he closed his eyes for a moment. "She doesn't understand that she's all I got. Since we've been together since we were kids! She can't pick up and leave me, its...its a connection, you get me?" The Imperial mumbled, quietly over to the dunmer, who had been listening awkwardly. As what he was about to do, was going to be more than awkward but even enough for him. "Well- I uh-...Um...Sometimes, you gotta- gotta let them go, I suppose." He told nervously, in truth, he wasn't sure HOW to respond to the Imperial and shifted in his stance anxiously.
Lucan groaned, and then turned around while his hands covered his face, his fingers digging into his skin as he nearly groaned. "Damnit! How can I let her go, even in times like these? Skyrim is just dangerous, not because of the bandits but because of the...the Civil War! With rumors that Ulfiric escaped Helgen, no doubt that the Stormcloaks will become more ruthless, just as well as the Imperials. It will be chaos soon enough!" He nearly shouted, just slamming his fist against the wooden shelves, where he had his wares placed oddly together.
Without a single care, and with such a poker face on the dunmer, the gray-skinned elf grabbed for the golden claw that was sitting on the counter, making some noise as some wares dropped off the counter. Lucan gasped, stammering as the dunmer backed up and went for the door. "What the hell? Hey!" He called, with surprise while the dunmer ran out of the door. "Get back here, you theif!" He shouted in anger.
"Someone stop that bastard!"
From across the bridge, Avetor was jogging and he was on the road, there was an Imperial pointing out towards and down the road, that lead to Whiterun from what he thought and knew. And from far away, a dunmer had been running and he was crossing a bridge, however, a Bosmer had gotten up and proceeded to run after the Dunmer that was running away. On the chase, while Avetor was completely confused. Some of the people came out, watching as the Bosmer was chasing down the thief, who had been running up to the mountains...disappearing out of their line of sight, while Avetor stepped over to the Imperial who clawed at his face. "God damn this place! Thieves, fucking thieves, everywhere!" He shouted, in pure anger as he punched his door.
Avetor gulped, feeling a bit cautious around the Imperial man, who just looked down and let out a puff of air. He was hoping to god that the Bosmer would have caught him, as that piece of treasure was his prized possession. Avetor Edentian approached the man and then planted a hand on his shoulder. "Sir, uh...are you okay?" He asked, just shaking him a bit, Lucan spun around with an angered look. Avetor backed up and placed a hand on his hip, just standing there. "No! No I am not okay, 'sir'! That thief took my claw! That is my families' prized possession! Had it since I was just a kid! And that...thief, just stole it!" He groaned, and just continued to claw at his face and groan, with such frustration. Avetor thought that he could help, it sounded like a quest just for him. "...Give me the details. What does it look like?" Lucan seemed a bit intrigued, and just raised his head, only grumbling. "It's in the shape of a dragon claw...like an ornament, ancient, it's got three symbols of animals on the palm! Golden! Not too hard to miss...the thief that took it, is heading up there." He pointed.
Avetor turned around and followed to where he was pointing, and then he started to notice something that he never noticed before. Up in the mountains of snow, there was a great and enormous structure, of ancient structural design. To that, built by the Ancient Nords. "See that nordic ruins up there? That is Bleaks Fall Barrow. That's where the bastard is headed...he might have friends up there, so you're going to need to get a friend too. If that is, you're going after the claw." He spoke. The Barrow was enormous from the outside! Avetor Edentian was in awe because of this, it was incredible! Unbelievable, almost, and just so bewildered by the size of the ruined structure, it was a good view of the landscape...He could probably see all of Riverwood from up there! He could hardly imagine the beautiful view that he can have from being up there, but also from how cold it might be. Considering that it was all snowy up there.
"A companion...? Hm." Avetor grumbled under his breath. "The thought of someone watching my back...I've never considered it, before. Do you have any recommendations?" He continued on with this, his arms folding, and awaiting for an answer from the Imperial merchant. Who's hand raised, and his mouth was agape. "There is Sven in the Sleeping Giant Inn, although, he might be too afraid and he isn't that experienced...he's just a boy, anyway." He told, and then nervously looking to the side. "I mean...I do know someone, that could help you. Let me just...get her." He mumbled, with anxiousness, he would retreat into the Riverwood Trader and leave Avetor in the dust, while he blinked and waited for the Imperial to come back out, with whatever he went back in for. And for the while, he was just looking at the ground...Perhaps this was the time that he required for a companion, to fight his battles for him when wounded, and absolutely necessary. For an equal, to have the same amount of skill, but learn with him. Perhaps this...'Sven' would have been a worthy candidate. He didn't know much about him, or who he was or what he is, although he could tell that he was a young man from how Lucan sounded so nervous. But even more, from another recommendation, he never spoke about.
Lucan Valerius came out from the front door of the Riverwood Trader, the general store of Riverwood, and practically pushing out his sister Camilla Valerius who crossed her arms with an annoyed look on her face, and her eyes closed. Her black hair was braided, and running down her back, there was some curls down by her cheeks and neck, that made her absolutely gorgeous. She looked similar to Lucan, and Avetor could tell that they were brother and sister from his own eyes. He was just confused, but also in awe, wondering why he needed to shove a woman out.
"Alright, this is my sister. She's been wanting to adventure for a while- and...since Bleaks Fall Barrow is not that far from here, she can come with you." Lucan told, with calming tone in his voice, and Camila looking back at him with an annoyed look, only to get away and walk towards the exit of Riverwood to wait. This left Lucan with Avetor, who whispered. "Can...can you please protect her? Don't let her get hurt by that thief...or, anyone." He whispered in a little grumble. Avetor...understood this. And he nodded hesitantly. "Of course, sir..." Lucan Valerius just patted his shoulder, and then looked down, feeling anxiety. "Thank you...thank you, I really needed to hear that. But I hope to see it for myself...If she's dead if she is killed. It's on you." Did he murmur, as a silent threat? Then he retreated into the Riverwood Traders, once again.
Camilla Valerius had no armor, she was just in her normal yellow dress that covered the entirety of her body. However, the sleeves were rolled a bit, and this showed her hands and wrist, and her gorgeous face to be shown. She was staring, at Bleaks Fall Barrow in particular. With an Iron Mace hooked to the belt around her dress, with a hand on the weapon. Avetor slowly began to approach her, and observe, checking out what she was wearing and now realizing this. "You don't have any armor...It's dangerous to fight without armor, you know that, right?" He questioned, and the Imperial woman slowly turned her head to him.
"Well, my brother won't spend any gold on armor. So he just threw me a mace, and told me that if I wanted my own things, I'd need to get them myself." She said, in a matter-o-fact tone, almost...as if she was ready, but also not at the same time? Agitated, annoyed, fairly pissed. This was not what she imagined for her first adventure. Without armor, and just a mace, and a hunting bow, to her? It felt like her brother actually wanted her dead. Avetor cleared his throat and pulled out his sack to take out some hide bracers. "You can wear this, protect your wrists. That's all I have, as of now." Camila looked back at the pair of equipment, and muttered a simple 'Thanks' while grabbing them, and putting them over her wrists.
It seemed that Camila wasn't that interested, well, she kinda was but not that much, in the adventurer. Avetor. She didn't bother to ask his name, although she needed too anyway, to get fully acquainted. But, Avetor motioned for her to follow. "Come on, we can head up to the barrow from uh...Well, I see a path, I'm sure you know it better." He mumbled, not bothering to ask for directions since he had ideas anyway. Camila followed him, reluctantly. And for the while, she proceeded to ask after taking a breather. "So...What is your name?" Of course, this was the only thing she could ask. What else could she say, or ask of him? "I call myself Avetor Edentian. I...don't exactly know what my real name is, but its fitting."
"Wait, what do you mean 'You dont know your real name'?" The answer itself sparked a great curiosity in her mind that itched at her, there was something off with the human and now she was already staring at him. Her eyes fixated. "If you don't know me or heard of me from Gerdur already. I've come from Helgen, woke up in...well, surprise surprise. A cell. Apparently, I was signed up for execution, though I don't remember anything about who I am or my past. If I even have one. But, I call myself Avetor Edentian. But, I suppose it will just be Avetor. As I said, it feels like it fits." He explained. Camila was a bit cautious, but also wondering about him, maybe the caution came from when he said that he woke up in a 'prison cell' which might have indicated that he was a criminal. Although, he sounded genuine about what he said about not remembering anything. "So. If you...don't remember anything, right, then have you thought that your 'fitting' name is actually your real name?" She questioned, Avetor put some thought into that question.
It was silent. He didn't exactly answer, for a moment or two. "Could be. Never know for sure..." He mumbled, awkwardly as he scratched the back of his neck, his eyes were wandering. As he walked, he started to notice ruined pieces of structure that were littered over the ground, almost buried and in the crust of the earth. Camila looked around the destroyed structure, and only to shiver. The cold was getting to her. She looked back at Avetor, and looked over his head, though she didn't see anything...His hair was covering the sides of his head, and even his ears! It was so long! She could almost even braid it, if she really wanted...Well, if she was allowed. Camila didn't know this man that much.
"Maybe you are suffering from amnesia, or you have had a brain injury. Not saying you are stupid, or anything..." Oh boy. She was already embarrassing herself, she shut herself up whenever Avetor turned his head to look at her, humming uncomfortably as the man just shrugged his shoulders. The cold winter was sinking in their skin, Avetor didn't feel as bothered, but Camila was cold as all snow hell! She was shivering a bit, and unable to do anything but rub her shoulders, and hug herself. From a distance, as Avetor looked ahead, there was a tower. A tower built so long ago, but there was someone...a Bandit leaned against a tree, he was limp and just sitting there. Just as Avetor looked and stared at the bandit who was leaned back, he proceeded ahead of Camilla so fast, that she was barely able to keep ahead. "Wha- Hey! Ave, wait for me!"
When he got closer, his boots planted against the snow floor as it crunched, the bandit was leaned against the snowed tree, his hand clutching onto his wound, that was stabbed and caused with a steel dagger in his stomach, and his hands were soaked in his own blood. Nautious, the need to vomit blood. The bandit was on the verge of dying, but luckily, he was at mercy. Avetor pulled out the Imperial Bow and pulled the string, loading an arrow as he aimed for his head.
"Mercy."
He whispered, the string released and the arrow penetrated through his scalp with a violent crack. From this, he approached and took the arrow when the bandit had been killed. Out of mercy. Camilla felt a bit horrible, for a strange reason, and her chest began to tighten. "Oh my...Was that necessary?" She wondered to herself, in a whisper, Avetor chose not to answer and looked at her. Then to what the Bandit wore, noticing that he wore a fur cloak. He spoke. "Take his cloak, your cold." He ordered but also stated since he noticed how she was shivering. And she mumbled. "Aren't you bothered by the cold?" She asked, concerned, he shook his head. "Nah. Not at all."
"You must be a Nord, then. You sound and act like one. Except, you are more different than Sven. Though he is a kind gentlemen, so is Faendal, uh...They both send me poetry, about me." She murmured. Just as she knelt down, nervously, (or maybe just trembling because of the cold) took the fur cloak and right off the bandit, only to clip it around her neck as it draped down the back of her body. She closed it over and around her a bit, and sighed of relief as she felt a bit more than warmed. "Ah...that feels much better." She whispered to herself. Avetor was curious. "You said that they send you poetry about yourself, that they are both...you call, 'gentlemen' like?" He repeated, just as he continued up the path and moving past some debris, she followed behind and cleared her throat. "I've been told that the two of them like me. But to be truthful? They are quite obsessive about me, Orgnar told me one day, and I kinda just...pretended that I didn't know." She mumbled something else, under her breath. "I don't know why I'm telling a stranger this..."
"We are only strangers because you never told me your name." Because of this, she smirked and laughed a little, before punching his shoulder. "Unlike them, you are such a smartass. But...a right man, indeed." She shrugged her shoulders. "I'm Camilla Valerius. My brother is Lucan, he owns the Riverwood Trader." She introduced, giving this bow as if she were presenting herself to royalty. In reality, Avetor was just a warrior adventurer. "Your brother cares about you a lot." He murmured, this was obvious.
Camila nodded silently, looking off to the side while he stopped and put a hand on her shoulder, to stop her as well. "Hang on a second...Something ain't right, so get your bow ready, I'm charging in. Things get rash, you come behind with your weapon. Aye?" When his head turned to face her, she seemed to have a distaste in her mouth and shook her head. "No! We should fight together so that nothing happens to us if we are far from each other. Teamwork makes the dreamwork, Ave."
That nickname...it was catching him off-guard, it was like they were already friends! "Not that I don't mind you calling me that, but why do you call me by Ave instead of my full name?" Camilla perked up, and then her hazel eyes set on him, thinking for a few seconds. "Well, um...I just think- that maybe it would make you feel better!" She quickly told, and Avetor cocked an eyebrow, confused. "How is that suppose to make me feel better, now?" He questioned, not exactly understanding and only growing to be confused.
Camilla put a hand on her mouth and looked down, before dropping it. "As in: Well, I was thinking we could be friends! I don't know that much adventurers, or people outside of Riverwood. I'm often kept in the Riverwood Trader, and the little town just in general. Don't get much interaction except for the common traveler or patrons that come by." She explained, a hand raising and planting on her own cheek, an uncomfortable look...she was making herself uncomfortable since she was beginning to sound like a complete moron. Or, that's what she thought.
"Aye, lass. I don't mind it. You can call me whatever you like, so long as I'm known to be Avetor, makeup whatever...nickname, I guess." He shrugged, not entirely sure how to answer to this, but only giving a soft laugh. After this, he hummed and then patted her shoulder. "Stay by me, then. We'll take care of what comes in front of us together. Right?" Camilla smiled to this, and she nodded. "Right." She felt confidence. And a bit of encouragement! As she was ready for what battle might come, she pulled out her mace and repeated some words in her head. Swing the mace as hard as you can until you make them bleed.
And there it was, the great entrance of Bleak Falls Barrow. The tomb of the ancient nords, and where the entrance was most-likely housed by bandits, as the thief had ran through the mountain and up here. They must have gone inside, though they couldn't see precisely, Avetor took the charge while Camilla followed from behind him and with her mace raised, her fingers grasped over the handle tightly and with such strength. She was ready to bash in a man's face, if she had too! And she knew that she needed too, even if she did not want too, though the killing was never a thought for her except for adventuring. Adventures was something that she wanted to get into, as a hobby but her brother never said she could do that, but he was letting her? It was strange. Maybe it was just desperation, and he loved that claw more than his own sister. There was...no sounds of voices, as it was snowing like a blizzard down and unto the mountain, to where they were following up the footsteps of the ancient ruins.
There was a callout. "They're here!" From above, two bandits came out and with bows out and in hands, their arrows were pulled back and Avetor could only look in surprise, before he had rushed to unlatch the shield from his back as the arrows were already slinging at them, one of them had hit his chestplate and his legging, though not puncturing it, he had pulled out his shield and saw two more bandits running down, with a warhammer and a battle-ax in hand. Avetor pulled out his ax and then roared in fury, the Bandit jumped and sliced his battle-ax at his shield, knocking Avetor back while Camila took this opportunity to swing her mace right across his face and successfully sending him to the floor. Avetor had fallen down the steps, rolling as he yelled, and Camila was fairly cautious as she backed down for a moment. The bandit that she knocked down, had gotten back up while holding his bleeding cheek. He was an Orc, and he was enraged because of this! He got socked by an Imperial woman! "I'm going to skewer you, bitch!" He exclaimed, and then raising his battle-ax, just about ready to slice down at her. She was quick to react, slamming her mace in his leg, this threw him off balance and the blades of the ax, that had cut the sleeve that covered her left arm. She proceeded to grab him by the neck and throw him down the steps, shoving him forcefully.
Avetor got back up to his feet after the fall down the stairs, he heard the groans and tumbling of a bandit right next to him. He attacked, picking up his steel battle-ax and then slicing down at his neck, slitting his throat and having finished him off. Only to sheath his ax, eyes wandering as Camila was battling with the second bandit. While two archers were reloading, and picking out their arrows with inefficency. He pulled out his bow, and loaded an arrow to aim at one of the archers, releasing his bow and shooting into the arm of the first archer, and completely throwing him off of his target and to drop his bow. The other archer had backed out but kept his arrow behind the string, and Avetor loaded in another arrow and shot at the same archer again, and in the leg, barely piercing his flesh. The arrow had actually went through his skin, but both sides are shown, espicially the tip of the arrow! He was bleeding now, and he dropped to the ground. There was the sound of a bash of skulls, the Bandit had wrapped his arms around Camilla's neck with his warhammer, and just now slamming his head against her neck once. Then continuosly slamming his own head against hers, this was sure to give Camila some bruises, and she had dropped and began to tumble when he let her go.
The Bandit looked down at him, with a simple glare as he breathed heavily, and hit the ancient steps with his warhammer. "You're a disgrace to your own kind!" He exclaimed, with the thickest nordic accent as he raised his weapon, pointing towards Avetor who was descended on the steps. "A disgrace? I thought I was already looking at one." Avetor smirked from his own little comeback. The bandit roared in fury, clearly angered by this and then started to charge down the steps while Avetor pulled out his ax and his sword. Althoug, due to the slippery steps from the snow, that nearly froze some of the stairs, he tripped and the warhammer dropped. Avetorthrustd his sword and as he fell, the sword penetrated through his stomach and the steel ax sliced down to his back. He yanked out the sword and then knee'd the bandit in the face, now throwing him off while running to Camilia's body. And then kneeling down.
When he dropped his ax, muttering a swear. "By Shor's Bones, I..." Shor? Why would he whisper such a name that he wasn't familiar with, Shor sounded strange but...genuinely, it was familiar and unfamiliar to him, at the same time. How it was, was unknown. But his hand dug under the snow to grab the back of her head, and his fingers pressing against her neck, afraid that she was done for from the fall and being smashed by another forehead...
Thump. Thump.
A pulse. "Thank whatever God there is." He whispered, his breathing was getting much colder, and it was more than visible now, the Human had grabbed her by under her legs, and the other arm wrapped around her back. And with his boot planting against the snowy ground, making a rough crunch, had picked himself up to his feet while carrying Camila and then ascending carefully up the steps.
By the time that he ascended and made it up the steps, he could see two bodies, that were actually bleeding from stab wounds and arrows...This must have been the works of the thief, or the man that followed him. If anything, they must have went further into the barrows. Avetor grumbled, and looked down at the Imperial woman just before he was overlooking the Ancient Doors into Bleak Falls Barrow, that were so enormous, it must have fit the size of...whatever fit inside, maybe an army, or an enormous creature! He walked inside of the barrows, the ancient tombs, even if this meant that he was disrespecting the dead. Well, not being the first of course.
And from outside, there was a survivor. The archer that had fled for the moment and hid, planned to follow behind...