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"Speaking"

Thoughts

"Spells"

Chapter 2

Alexander whistled to himself as he walked. Sure he could have flown but he decided to enjoy the scenery. The country around him was truly beautiful. Game graphics came nowhere close. Alexander had always enjoyed wide open spaces and he loved nature. Alexander inhaled deeply enjoying the various scents that tickled his sensitive nose. The trees, the grass and the flowers. He enjoyed the sound of a gentle stream. Several times he had seen rabbits and small foxes running around not paying him any attention.

Movement up ahead caught Alexander's attention.

Narrowing his eyes Alexander sensed ill intent coming off the group. Several of them appeared to be unwashed and none of their armors or weapons matched. They were a mixture of people. A couple had dark skin, one green and another was large and burly. Two of them carried bows while the others had a mixture of bladed and blunt weapons. Bandits, Alexander guessed.

"Halt traveler!" The clear leader, a green skinned being with two large tusk like teeth said in a growling tone, arms open wide. "There is a toll on this road."

It was so cliché that Alexander almost wanted to roll his eyes. He had clearly seen the tactic before in movies and television. A large burly man and the woman beside the leader laughed.

"I'll give you one warning." Alexander told him clearly, his tone leaving no doubt. "Leave me be and let me pass."

The leader laughed before he spat on the ground.

"Fool." The Bandit swore before yelling at his crew waving his arm at Alexander. "Kill him."

Swinging his wand in a wide arc several Stunning Charms flew from Alexander's wand. One his stunners caught the only woman in the face and flipped her arse over teakettle to land on the ground unconscious. Alexander nearly winced. She would more than likely have a very bad headache and some impressive bruises when she woke up. A flick of his wand caused some roots to erupt from the ground and grab the leader.

The leader yelled as he was quickly dragged to the side and restrained. He still struggled with muffled growls but Alexander put him out his mind. Alexander raised a quick shield charm to block to arrows that flew at him. Alexander shrugged his traveling trunk turned backpack off his shoulders before tossing it to the side before he swiftly disarmed one of the archers. He started to train his wand on the other one when a big burly guy in iron armor got in his way.

"Mage!" The big burly guy spat like a curse. "Milkdrinker! You know not how to fight like a real man!"

The man roared and ran at him, raising his great sword over his head. Alexander dodged to the side allowing the sword to bury itself in the earth. A flick of Alexander's wand had the man's armor tightening on him before stiffening leaving him standing like a statue unable to move. Alexander could still hear him cursing and growling though. Alexander hissed as an arrow slid across his cheek, opening a cut beneath his eye. Dodging to the side Alexander hid behind the new iron statue.

There was nothing to save the second archer this time. Alexander quickly turned his attention to him where he hid partially behind a boulder. The man was short and stout with a tanned complection and closely cropped brown hair.

"Why don't you give up?" The archer asked.

In response Alexander transfigured his bow into a long snake causing the man to scream before it bit him in the throat several times injecting it's paralytic venom. With a push of his magic Alexander had it sit on the bandit's chest and guard the body.

"Fear the fury of the Nords!" Another bandit with a thick tangled beard yelled, raising a mace toward as he ran towards Alexander, trying to flank him. The man appeared as if he hadn't bathed in days and was covered in mud. Or at least Alexander hoped it was mud.

Who even says something like that? Alexander wondered to himself.

Varensa! Alexander cast.

A tangle of twisted and sparking blue lines erupted from his wand, flying towards his target faster than the dirty bandit could dodge. It turned into a net of lightning just as it hit him, slamming him into the ground and enveloping him. The bandit screamed as he was electrocuted. It took several seconds before he was unconscious.

Alexander's danger senses flared and he barely rolled out of the way of a sword. A closer look revealed it to be a scimitar. The dark skinned bandit had clearly moved stealthily behind him, an achievement with Alexander's sense of hearing. The problem was even though he had a highly acute sense of hearing Alexander wasn't always focusing on it so he could still be surprised. It was only Alexander's reflexes that saved him from being sliced.

"You'll not catch me off guard so easily as the others. Oafs that they are." The dark skinned bandit, a Redguard told him, unsheathing a second scimitar.

Letting out a warbling yell the Redguard slashed at Alexander several times, his blades flashing in a blur. Alexander raised a small wall of earth in front of his legs to slow him down. Alexander jumped backwards several times before he grinned and fired a Tripping Jinx, Lapsus, at him. The dark skinned bandit dodged it nimbly but was captured when Alexander conjured chains which wrapped around the man's limbs and quickly grew heavier sending him to the ground with a grunt before they trapped his limps together. The bandit cursed at him before Alexander knocked him unconscious with a stunner to the face, snapping his head back.

"Guess you weren't as good as you thought you were." Alexander told him, smirking a little. His attention was quickly returned to fight however when the leader roared as he finally broke the roots holding him down.

"I was going to just kill you quickly but now I'm going to skin you alive." The leader howled, blood lust clear in his glaring eyes before running at Alexander with a roar, warhammer raised to crush him.

Alexander dodged to the side and the hammer continued and hit a rock a couple feet away from Alexander. The boulder cracked apart from the hit, a piece clipping the bandit and opening a gash on his face but it only seemed to make him angrier. Whirling around the bandit roared his fury and rushed Alexander again. Having enough Alexander slammed his fists into the guy's chest. The guy spat blood before he flew through the air and slammed into the side of a rocky outcropping. There was a nasty crunch causing Alexander to wince.

Shit! Alexander thought as he ran over.

It was indeed as he thought, the man was dead. His neck hung at an awkward angle. Not to mention the broken ribs where his armor had clearly been punched in by Alexanders fists. Grimacing Alexander pushed away his disgust. The man had been intent on killing him and robbing his corpse.

Waking the Redguard who still wrapped up Alexander placed his sword against the man's throat letting him feel the sharp edge.

"Now I'm only going to ask this once." Alexander told him seriously. "Where is your camp and are there any more of you?"

The dark skinned bandit just glared at him but Alexander added pressure to his sword giving them man a small cut.

"No lies now." Alexander chided him.

The bandit gritted his teeth in anger before he huffed and gave Alexander the information. As soon as he was done his world went black again. In his bad mood Alexander resorted to his fist rather than magic. Maybe a bit excessive but it made Alexander feel a bit better.

It didn't take long for Alexander to find their camp. Alexander, of course, didn't walk straight into it. He did the smart thing and scouted around it a bit. The bandit had been surprisingly truthful as there were no other bandits there or hiding nearby. Four abandoned tents sat set up around a dying fire. There was a long table with several items of food and drink on it with a couple of wooden chests beside it.

Inhaling Alexander froze before cursing. A dead body was nearby. Heading behind the tents he discovered the body. The dead person was an older man with grey hair. Bloody clothes hung on his body partially revealing the wound that killed him. Tsking to himself Alexander reached down and closed the man's eyes. Out of respect Alexander conjured a sheet that wrapped around him. He would take him to the nearest town and hope someone knew who he was.

Trying the lid Alexander found it locked. Shrugging he hit with the unlocking charm causing it pop open.

"Hmm." Alexander hummed interested.

Inside the first chest he found a ruby which he rolled over his fingers before pocketing, a couple of money bags with a mixture of coins inside. They appeared to made of copper, bronze, silver and a few gold ones Alexander recognized as Septims. Also inside the chest were three Spell Tomes. Alexander recognized the Healing Spell Tome but the other two were unfamiliar to him. Shrugging Alexander added them to his pack. The last thing he found inside was two bottles of potions which he would have to have someone identify.

Opening the second chest he found another money pouch with about fifty of the silver coins inside, a set of leather armor, leather boots, a fur helmet, an iron sword and dagger, a bow exactly like the one he found on one of the bandits, a black wolf fur cloak, a quiver of arrows and a silver ring with a ruby embedded in it. Rolling it around in his fingers he slipped it into his pouch. A swish and the muttering of a spell had the tents and bedrolls rolling themselves up. Giving the camp one last look he took some fresh apples there and a couple of bottles of alcohol.

Turning towards the bandits he started rubbing his hands together before Alexander chuckled. Alexander had never been much of a prankster but that didn't mean he didn't know how to prank somebody. Alexander was due for some amusement and the bandits some humiliation.

About thirty minutes later Alexander came upon a wooden wall with a set of large wooden gates attached to it. Alexander could see some guards standing watch.

"Hail!" Alexander called out, raising a hand in greeting as he led the bandits towards the town. "What town is this?"

"This is Helgen traveler." One of the guards replied.

"What's all this then?" Another guard, obviously a man, asked eyeing the bandits and him suspiciously. Alexander noted that his hand was the handle of his sword.

To be fair he had a reason to be suspicious. Each and every bandit had their faces heavily painted with make-up, their hair cursed into blond ringlets and they were each of them wearing a dress and very tight pantyhoses while they were chained together by chains Alexander had conjured. They had tried to run once and only once. They learned the hard way not to do so again. As soon as they tried to escape the chains had become heavier until they could not longer move.

"I was assaulted on my way here." Alexander informed him waving towards the bandits. "This group attacked me after I refused to pay them a toll for using the road. I was able to knock most of them unconscious but unfortunately killed one when he got too close. I figured a little humiliation had been earned."

"I'll take them off your hands." Another guard said curtly before he shoved one of the bandits. "Let's get going scum."

"Don't mind Magvar much. He doesn't really care for magic or those who practice it." The guard told Alexander, removing his helm.

I don't really care what that asshole likes. Alexander thought uncharitably as he watched the guard walk away, yanking the bandit's chains. Magic is a fundamental part of the world and I will do it when I please.

Alexander refocused on the guard as his face was revealed. The guard was fairly young with blond shoulder length hair and a thick mustache.

"Many Nords dislike magic outside of Restoration spells because of the Elves. Due to them being powerful mages." The guard continued. "I have spent time down in Cyrodiil and been a guard long enough to know that magic isn't bad or good. It's the one wielding it you have to watch out for. My name is Vignar."

Alexander nodded filing the information away before gripping the man's arm.

"Alexander Morson." Alexander introduced himself.

"I'm just glad the bandits ran into someone who can take of themselves." Another of the guards piped up, this time a woman. She too removed her helm revealing a woman with long brown hair and a fairly pretty face. Alexander guessed her to be in her mid-twenties. "Theses bandits must be new to the area though as we haven't heard of any travelers being assaulted or killed. I'm Heleen, daughter of Sygnar."

"Unfortunately there has been a casualty aside from the apparent Bandit leader." Alexander said levitating the dead man out of the nearby woods and laying him before the guards. "I do not know him but I found him at their camp already dead and stripped of his belongings."

Vignar stepped forward and pulled back the sheet Alexander had wrapped him in. The female guard gasped in recognition.

"That's Tomar Torren, his wife Elise lives here in Riverwood." Heleen told him. "He was always very friendly and respectful. He never heard anybody and was always willing to lend someone help if they needed it. Bastards!"

"Young blood!" Vignar called out causing another guard to come rushing over. He was noticeably younger than the other two with brown hair and a clean shaven face. His blue eyes were slightly nervous.

"Yes sir?" The guard asked.

"Go and fetch Madam Torren." Vignar ordered him. "Have her meet us at the Guard House."

The young guard saluted before jogging away. Vignar turned back to Alexander and motioned for him to follow him.

"Please bring him to the Guard House." He requested. "I will need for you to give your report as well."

Alexander nodded.

"Of course." Alexander replied before levitating the body and following him.

The Guard House turned out to be a small building just inside of the gates. Stepping inside warmth washed over them. Alexander saw several desks with chairs, some benches and a stone fireplace. There were stairs leading to a second level and a basement.

"You can lay him down on the bench." Vignar told Alexander, motioning towards a nearby bench. Alexander did so before following him to a nearby desk. Vignar pulled out a roll of parchment and a quill. "If you give your account on what happened."

Alexander nodded and told him how he had been traveling and came upon the bandits.

"You have our thanks friend." Vignar told him. "There's not a bounty for these bandits but you can have your pick of their loot minus anything Madam Torren desires to have back. Anything of quality you don't want we can buy from you or you can sell them to Lucan at the Riverwood Trader or to Alvor at his blacksmith shop."

"I took everything from the bandit camp and will gladly return anything belonging to him." Alexander told Vignar.

The door opening brought their attention to the front door. Standing in it was the young guard and a tall grey haired woman with brown eyes wearing a simple dress and shoes and a worried expression. She was clearly the dead man's wife.

"No!" Elise cried out in grief. She rushed over and fell to her knees beside the corpse of Tomar. Throwing her arms around him she started sobbing. Clearing his throat softly Alexander backed away to give her privacy. In the end Alexander returned one of the sets of leather armor, the silver ring with the ruby, an iron sword and dagger, the bag of fifty silver coins and a fur helmet. In gratitude Madam Torren gifted Alexander her husband's black wolf fur cloak, hunting bow and his waist quiver full of arrows.

Alexander hadn't planned to accept but she had to guilt him into taking them as she assured him she had no further use for them and they would just go to waste in her home. Heleen helpfully carried Madam Torren's husband's belongings to their house while more guards carried his remains. Alexander ended up selling several suits of the armor to the guards along with a couple of the swords. One of the guards was a collector and liked the scimitars.

One of the guards had taken the time to explain the monetary system of Tamriel after Alexander confessed to being a foreigner. Thankfully the Nord hadn't seemed to hold against him. Surprisingly Skyrim used a variety of currency unlike the game which used only Septims, something that had always bugged Alexander when he played. In real life Tamriel had the Copper Penny, the Bronze Conti, the Silver Denari, and the Golden Septim. There were twenty Pennies to a Conti, twenty-nine Conti to a Denari and seventeen Denari equaled a Septim. A Penny was worth one cent, a Conti was worth twenty cents, a Denari was worth five dollars and eighty cents and a Septim was worth ninety-eight dollars and sixty cents. A money system, that while still a little convulted, made more sense to Alexander than everyone paying with one kind of coin, one made of gold at that.

Spells used in this chapter:

Varensa- Conjures a net of lightning. Can be used to capture a target. Once restrained if the target moves they are shocked by power arcs of electricity. The user can also have it electrocute them even if they do not move. It erupts from the wand as a tangle of sparking blue lines twisted together before erupting forward with great speed. Created by me.

Lapsus- The tripping jinx. Found in "Easy Mode" by Codename-ShadowFox.

A/N: I plan to place this at the end of all my future chapters. Not because I want to pad my chapters but because I know how annoying it can be sometimes to remember money systems. Here is my monetary system:

Septim- Gold- $98.60

Denari- Silver-$5.80

Conti- Bronze- .20 or 20 cents

Penny- Copper- .01 or 1 cent

20 Pennies = 1 Conti

29 Conti = 1 Denari

17 Denari = 1 Septim