Author: That's right, I'm back suckers! And I'm your host killer keemsta- No not really… This chapter will contain more romance and the introduction of Shahvee. Have fun you filthy readers!
"No, you hold the handle of the sword not the blade!" Shouted Gah then continued to groan with annoyance.
Fears dropped the sword and looked at the floor, ashamed with his appalling 'skills' "I'm sorry Gah. I can't use a sword," he looked back up at Gah-Nassa "It's too heavy."
Gah thought on this and many ideas passed through his strange mind. Great sword? No, too heavy. Daggers? No, too sharp. Bow? Oh, yes. He decided to give it a try to see how good he was. He walked over to a space imperial bow on the table of assorted weaponry. Picking it up and stretching the string back he noted that it was too easy to pull, perfect for Fears. "Try this." He handed it over to fears.
Fears took it and looked at it as though he'd never seen one before. "A-a bow?" A grim look covered his face.
"Yeah, hold it with your left hand. No, not the string, the wood. There! Grab the string with your right hand… In the middle!" This ordeal continued until he was in a good enough position.
"Now what?" He asked.
Gah grinned. "Arrows…" he retrieved three dwarven arrows from the table, their golden cravings smooth and formidable.
After teaching Fears how to shoot an arrow it was time to actually release the string. "Now when ready release in your own time."
Several seconds passed before he released the string, his brow sweating and his body tense under his blades armour, the arrow flew… It soared through the air, time seemed to slow down before it made direct impact… with the rock one hundred metres to the left of the target. "Oh my god!" He screamed "What the-"
He was cut off by a large red dragon landing behind him. "Language young argonian…" Kovaniir growled…
"So where have your travels taken you dragon?" Asked Gah-Nassa. The three of them, and two other dragons that had recently arrived, were sat around a large fire, the darkness of skyrim behind them and their features lit up, apart from Gah who kept his helmet on.
"Many places. Bandits were slain, other things…" He spoke, staring into the large bonfire.
Gah nodded. "Gah?" Fears squeaked from next to him.
"Mm yes, what?"
Fears gulped, unsure how to word this, "What are you under that helmet?"
Seconds passed, they felt like hours to everyone there. Eventually Gah-Nassa stood up and faced Fears. Another long stretch of time in which Fears stood shaking. The dragons were tensed and at the ready to stop any trouble.
Longer.
Longer.
Suddenly, Gah's hand gripped around Fears' face and lifted him a couple of metres into the air. He held Fears' face as the argonian continued to struggle against the dragonborn's strength. Without warning Gah dropped Fears to the floor and waited for him to stop coughing and crying, he didn't think too badly of Fears for crying. His hand had cracked dragon skulls. After fears stopped coughing the Dragonborn proceeded to uppercut the lizard, sending him flying towards the fire. He only landed centimetres away from the furnace of death.
Gah walked back to his seat, which happened to be a shady oak log, and sat down. Fears lay still as blood dripped from the side of his mouth.
Many silent hours passed until Kovaniir began leaving and heading towards the temple to sleep. The other two dragons joined him shortly, Gah noted the one who called himself Odahviing was one of the two.
A crack sounded behind him. Like lightning Gah stood up and drew his Dragon bone great sword and pointed it at the source of the noise, an… Argonian? Yes definitely. Short? Shorter than Fears! Wow! Really small! They have a helmet on… Mercenary? No, too thin. Rogue? Maybe… "Who are you?" His voice rumbled like thunder.
The small rogue argonian, that's what he decided it was, drew its sword only to have it knocked out of its grip by Gah's weapon. It gulped "I- I am a wanderer!" Scared? Oh, yes! Female? From the voice and shape, yep. Dangerous? Uh, no! Kill? Maybe…
"State your purpose here!"
She gulped again "M-my name is Shahvee. I w-work at the Windhelm docks! Well, used to. I left in hopes of a better life…" She removed her helmet. She had green scales and kind, yet scared eyes, horns donned the top of her head and she shivered at the sight of the mighty warrior.
Shahvee? Yes. Dockworker? Yeet. Met before? No. Kill? No. "My name is Gah-Nassa, I am the dragonborn and this is my pawn sh- my base of operations. Your welcome to stay if you're willing to fight. If so-" The thud of an arrow hitting a tree twenty metres to his right stopped him. He turned his gaze to Fears. "Seriously?"
Fears looked at the floor.
"Ehem." He turned back to Shahvee.
"What?" He asked.
"I have revealed my name and who I am. Who are you under that mask?"
Kill? Yes! Kill now? Wait, no! Don't kill? No, don't kill. Reveal? Should we? Yes…
The dragonborn's hands went to his helmet and unbuckled it. It clicked at cracked from having been shaped to his head from so many hits. He pulled it up and dropped it to the floor. Beneath was a… Good looking warrior. He had strong features and several spikes coved his head and eye brows, his scales were the darkest green possible without being black, his eyes were yellow, one eye had a round pupil whereas the one on the left was a slit. The only thing that could have cause this anomaly would be the enormous scar running from the top of his brow and down his eye. It went all the way down to the bottom of his ribs. He was, by argonian and human standards, extremely handsome…
"Well…" Shahvee spoke after staring for a few minutes, "Not bad."
The dragonborn gulped, "Thanks I guess…"
Well that's that losers. Done another one for yall. Shahvee is here the dragonborn doesn't look like a butt and it's all good. Sort of, I guess. Apart from a war that's happening later of course. Bye walrus monkeys…
