Chapter 10 Sorrow
Ok this is the chapter we have all been waiting for! (For about an hour that is). I have decided I will not publish past the eleventh chapter until I get the final OC. someone please submit one. I also need more suggestions. Until I get at least 7 suggestions for the chapter (it can be anything!) I cannot write it. SO it will be put on hold until I get the suggestions. You can submit multiple suggestions. The updated SYOC Form is:
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Now on to the Story.
Just as the nord had uttered those words he felt a sharp pain pierce one point on his back. He turned and saw the Khajiit fire another arrow into his chest. The nord staggered backwards. Three more arrows impaled the nords upper body until a fourth hit his forehead. The nord fell to his knees and collapsed face first. When he hit the ground the arrow shafts snapped in two. Urgorad could care less however. He dropped his bow and kneeled at the side of the Friend who had protected him with his body.
Dro-nah laid on the ground bleeding severely from a wound to his chest. He saw his guildmates huddle around him. He tried to speak, but only blood came out of his mouth. He started to gurgle. The Broadsword had pierced his lung and he was dying a very slow and painful death. "Finisssh… Me" he forced out, his old argonian accent making an appearance.
When he saw his friend lying on the ground choking on his own blood, Selcma's gut was wrenched. The argonian was a true friend and Selcma liked him, even though they bickered often. When he heard Dro-nah gargle out the command to end his pain, Selcma did not hesitate. He knew the always drunk argonian would do the same for him. He summoned s tiny lightning bolt that stopped Dro-nah's already weakened heart. "Thanksss….Friend." he said with his dying breath.
Breyia barely was able to hold back tears as she saw the funny little Argonian close his eyes for the last time. His ragged breathing slowed to an unsteady stop. Suddenly she heard shouting. "That Mangy Khajiit killed our Dragonborn after he slayed the might beast!" One guard shouted. "What?" She exclaimed. "Urgorad killed it!" "Now the redguard is spouting lies!" another screamed at her. Urgorad sprang to his feet as the Dark elf who had led the guards approached them. "Khajiit we will let you go for helping kill the dragon, but you have an extremely high bounty in this hold for the murder of the Nord Dragonborn." She told Urgorad. "And by the way, don't waste your sorrow on that pathetic excuse for life. He is a waste. Just leave him to rot. Now leave Whiterun hold!" Breyia saw urgorad's claws slowly slide out of his right hand. "No!" she yelled at him, too late however. Urgorad lashed out and slashed the elf's eye out. She screamed in pain. Urgorad picked up his helmet and put it on."Go Breyia! I will cover your escape! You are the leader of the Guild now!" He shouted at her as he picked up the Elf's Glass sword and shield. The Guards then mobbed him.
Breyia shouted at Selcma to follow her. They sprinted to the top of a hill and Breyia slowed down to look behind her. Urgorad had killed three of the eight guards and had lost his helmet. He chopped off one of the 5 remaining guard's arm and bashed him in the face with his shield. Another Guard took a swing at him and knocked his sword out of his hands. Urgorad blocked his sword qwith the shield and bashed him with the sharp edge, slitting his throat. A third guard hit him from behind causing him to fall to his knees. He then planted his foot in Urgorads back. One of the three guards left unscathed walked up to the kneeling trapped Urgorad and swung his sword down at him. Urgorad crumpled to the ground.
Breyia gasped in shock. Two of their team dead in just minutes. "We must keep moving, Breyia." Selcma said gently. She nodded and they jogged down the hillside. They reached the bottom and headed back towards the mountain range. After about half an hour they saw a figure approaching them. "It's the nord! How did she escape?" Selcma exclaimed. They had both been too preoccupied with Dro-nah to check on her.
They both drew their weapons, Breyia her bow, and Selcma his spells. "Wait I want to make a request!" She called to them. Breyia scanned her and got a better look at her appearance. She was pretty in a petite way. She wore her ebony hair in a small ponytail. She had gray eyes that when combined with her pale skin gave her an ominous appearance. A amulet of Dibella was clasped around her neck and it stood out on her black armor. "What do you want nord? We are not in the best of moods so you better make it quick." Selcma stated in a hostile tone.
"I want to join your guild! Where is Urgorad? He is the one who freed me." She said confused. "He fell in battle." Breyia said in a hoarse voice. "The dragon killed him?" Jayna asked surprised. "No. The Nord who came with the guards killed Dro-nah, and Urgorad killed him. The guards attacked him after he punched the elf because she disrespected Dro-nah. He bought us enough time to escape, but was overwhelmed by the amount of enemies." Breyia explained. "Oh, I'm… Sorry." Jayna said in a sorrowful tone. "It was not your fault. Those Damn Whiterun guards!" Selcma cursed.
"As it seems we are running low on members, and Urgorad supposedly approved of you, Yes you may join what's left of the Guild." Breyia told her. "Thank you, I'll do my best." Jayna thanked her. The remnants of the Adventurer's guild headed back to the cabin where they had built their Home.
So what shall happen next? No one knows! Except me of course. Thanks for reading. Remember send in characters and Chapter Ideas! I am in dire need of them!
-TheBerserker18