Chapter 18: The Lost City

Ruby's Perspective

I leapt off the back of the carriage and waited for everyone else to follow. The Dragonborn walked us through the gates, lead us to an inn over a channel that ran through the center of the city and then sat us at a table.

"So we need a plan of attack." He said straightforwardly.

"First comes understanding the area we are searching, so anything in that book that can assist us in finding that out please read." He continued.

"This is what is says;

'Upon reaching this decently flat area, we can finally sit down and relax. Looking down from where we are, we can see Fort Greenwall down in the woods near the base of the mountain. The Throat of the World can be seen clearly from our position, and if there weren't mountains in our way, we'd be able to see Riften. Ildator says we need to help him clear the entrance, so I guess that's what we'll be doing for the next few hours.'"

"This is what I read on the carriage, but I felt that it was worth reiterating." She explained.

"Good, good." The Dragonborn sounded contemplative.

"When can I smash dwarven skulls?" Nora asked impatiently. The Dragonborn chuckled.

"You would make a wonderful Nord woman." He smiled at Nora.

"I can break their legs!" Nora said happily. Ren smirked.

"That would be great when we get to the ruin, but for now we need to plan." Blake chimed in.

"Next, we need to know where the trail is near." The Dragonborn prompted.

Pyrrha pulled out her map and then pointed to a fort.

"I triangulated the areas that the views could be seen from and found a trail that lead in that area coming from this fort." She explained.

"So our search begins here. Great!" Yang said happily.

"Alright. Anything else in that book that is worth mentioning?" The Dragonborn asked.

"There's this;

'Sneaking past those bandits was a real problem. I thought the fort had been cleared by now. Upon reaching the base of the mountain, we noticed the remnants of an old path, but, it was heavily covered in snow and rocks. I'm beginning to doubt Calcelmo's information, however, Ildator was insistent we make our way up the mountain, so we began the effort of clearing the path and climbing the jagged slope.'"

"Well, that's not too weird." I said, causing everyone to look at me. "We already know it's in the mountains, so a mountain path isn't too weird."

"That's a good point." The Dragonborn replied, to which everyone else agreed.

Pyrrha looked slightly embarrassed.

"At least that information wasn't shocking." She said sheepishly.

"Not at all!" Jaune replied sarcastically.

Pyrrha glared at Jaune.

"I'm-sorry-please-don't-hurt-me!" He blurted out.

"What was that?" Pyrrha asked teasingly.

"I'm sorry, please don't hurt me." He repeated.

"That's better." She replied.

"He looks like a Nord, but most certainly doesn't act like one." The Dragonborn said to Yang.

"Tell me something I don't know." She replied.

"I can hear you guys!" Jaune complained.

"But what are you going to do about it?" The Dragonborn challenged.

"Nothing." Jaune squeaked.

"Anyways…" Pyrrha prompted us to move past picking apart Jaune.

"Does anyone want anything to drink? It's my treat." The Dragonborn said.

Jaune started to raise his hand, but Pyrrha grabbed it and guided it back down.

"You got drunk after two. You are not allowed to drink." She said sternly.

The Dragonborn looked at me. "Did he really?"

"Yes." I answered.

The Dragonborn simply shook his head.

"So, I will get two milks then." He said.

"Why two?" I asked.

"The second is for you." He replied.

"Why me?" I questioned.

"Because you're the last person I want to see drunk." The Dragonborn said.

"I am?" I asked.

"Of course, is that odd?" The Dragonborn asked.

"Maybe not." I replied. I was confused by why I was the one he didn't want to see drink. A small part of me said that it was because he cared, but I wasn't too sure.

"So, aside from the milk-drinker, does anyone else want anything?" The Dragonborn asked.

Yang raised her hand.

"Ok. Anyone else?" He repeated. No one else responded.

"I will get those drinks and be right back." He then walked over to to the innkeeper and began speaking with her.

"Here's yours." The Dragonborn said, handing Yang her mead. "And yours." The Dragonborn said distastefully as he handed Jaune his milk. "Yours." He said as he handed me mine with a smile.

"Thank you!" Yang and I said in unison.

"Thanks." Jaune mumbled.

"Jaune! Where are your manners?" Pyrrha asked angrily.

"Thank you, Mr. Dragonborn." Jaune said loudly.

The Dragonborn simply gave Jaune a cold stare in response.

"Sorry." Jaune said meekly, protecting his face with his hands from a hit that never came.

"Learn to handle your mead, until then, you have no right to touch any." The Dragonborn said, coldly. I guess Nords take their mead pretty seriously.

"Yes sir." Jaune depressively replied.

"Now then, we need to begin planning the journey to Vzaldam. Are all of you properly equipped?" The Dragonborn said and asked.

We all conversed about our current armor loadout and any weapons we had, and in which situations to use them. The Dragonborn, however, decided to ask a few questions of his own.

"With the exception of Blake and Weiss, since they're wearing their respective guilds armors, are you completely positive that your outworld outfits will be durable enough to withstand the Dwarven automatons?" The Dragonborn asked.

"They have survived them twice." I replied, waving my cape in the air.

"Judging by those patches" The Dragonborn paused to point at the patches on my outfit "they didn't do all that well in actually stopping them."

I stuck my tongue out at him jokingly.

"They were mostly from your sword." Yang replied, taking a sip of mead.

"If your clothes can't stop my blade, they won't be able to do anything against Dwemer forged blades." The Dragonborn said, also drinking from his mead.

"Well, mine are made for my fighting style." I explained.

"If those are the clothes you wear to battle, I can only imagine how easy to take down the enemies of your world are." The Dragonborn said.

"I meant that I am a rogue class warrior." I explained further.

"Well, what about the new arrivals? How does their armor fare?" The Dragonborn asked.

"Mine's bronze." Pyrrha explained, pointing to her shield and breastplate.

"Mine's iron." Jaune indicated what was iron by tapping his shield and breastplate.

"I have a hammer!" Nora said proudly. Ren nodded.

"What about potions?" The Dragonborn asked.

I poured out my pack full of health and stamina potions. The table was covered with potions before we reached the third person.

"And Weiss, how much magic do you actually know?" The Dragonborn asked.

"I completed the Alteration and Restoration courses at Winterhold and I dabbled in Destruction and Conjuration." She replied in her usual snobby way.

"And Pyrrha, do you have the final search location marked?" The Dragonborn asked.

"I do." She replied, pointing to a marked location on her map.

"Then we have everything we need, let us head out." The Dragonborn said, standing up.

We began hiking around the lake that Riften resided on. The early morning sun bounced off the rippling water of the lake, giving a sheen to the top of the water. The cool autumn breeze blew through the trees, causing a gentle whooshing noise to fall over the scene. I think there was something funny in that milk; I'm thinking weird.

We continued walking along the lake and I just let the calm surroundings soothe my nerves. I was preparing for battle; I was preparing to leave this world. But not by dying. It was by breaking this plane of reality and forcing our way back to ours. That sounds pretty weird. Like something out of a Sci-fi novel.

To the north we walked. At least it wasn't an eastward walk or else we'd be blinded by the bright sun. You'd think that the northern lands would have less sun…

Pyrrha stopped abruptly.

"We are near the area that the trail is." She announced. "Split up and search."

"I'll go ask the Stormcloaks at Fort Greenwall if they know anything about this path." The Dragonborn said.

Pyrrha stood with her mouth hung open for a second. "Th-That's a good idea." She had the face of "I wish I had thought of that!"

"Had none of you thought of that?" The Dragonborn asked.

"...No." Pyrrha admitted. I shrugged and a few other people looked like they weren't thinking about the path at all.

"After spending all this time in Skyrim, I hoped that you would've at least learned to ask other people for assistance. Especially if they may know something you need to know." The Dragonborn said, a hint of disappointment present in his tone.

"Where we're from we kind of have to do things on our own without the help of anyone besides our team members. So, we just have the mentality stuck in our heads." Pyrrha replied.

"And what a truly disappointing mentality that is." The Dragonborn said.

"We've gotten this far on it haven't we?" Pyrrha asked angrily.

"Hey, calm down. The Dragonborn's right. To a point." Yang admitted.

"At least those who've experienced these lands somewhat agree with me." The Dragonborn said, nodding to Yang.

"Fine. We should've asked for help more often." Pyrrha admitted, to stop the inevitable argument.

"Now then, I'm off to the fort. Those who wish to accompany me can, those who don't should start searching for the path." The Dragonborn said.

After a brief moment of silence and hushed conversations, I decided to speak up.

"I'll go." I offer.

Everyone else decided to assist Pyrrha.

"Suit yourselves. Don't come crying back when a bear or troll starts mauling you." The Dragonborn said, starting to continue towards the fort. I quickly followed after him.

"Are there really trolls in the forests here?" I ask as we walk to the fort.

"Oh yes, there are." The Dragonborn said, casting his gaze to the forest on our right.

"So that wasn't a joke to scare them?" I asked.

"Do I look like the joking type to you?" The Dragonborn asked.

I laugh. "No. You don't."

"So, you're just going to walk in and ask them about a path?" I asked him.

"Yes, since it's in the area, I assume they would have information on it gathered by their scouts." The Dragonborn said.

"Makes sense. But how are we going to explain the path we are going to take?" I questioned him, drawing a questioning glance.

"Simple, we'll explain our predicament, and they should be willing to assist." The Dragonborn said, meeting my confused face with a "It's so obvious" expression.

"Whatever you say. But you're doing the talking." I compromised.

"I thought that was a given." The Dragonborn said.

Thank Talos. He wouldn't have made me talk!

"Not much of a talker, are you?" The Dragonborn asked, taking note of my expression.

"I don't need to talk to people, I drink milk." I comment.

The Dragonborn's face visibly twitched when he heard me say that, but he forced it back to its usual look.

"Are you disappointed by the fact that I drink milk?" I asked him as we neared the Stormcloak banner covered fort.

"Force of habit, my apologies." The Dragonborn said.

"It's alright." I reply.

I looked at the fort. It was fairly run-of-the-mill; it had wood stakes in front of it and large walls. However, the large Stormcloak banners and the collapsed tower made it look less common than I had assumed. But with the many collapsed and old things in this world, it wasn't too out of place. A single tree stuck out of the center of the fort. It didn't seem to be sacred, just that it grew in the fort. As we entered the fort, I noticed that the road didn't end when it reached the entrance; it just ran right through the center of it. Well… that's… unique. I guess it isn't as run-of-the-mill as I expected it to be.

Two guards walked over and saluted the Dragonborn.

"Stormblade, it's an honor." The Guard on the left said.

"No need for honor-names here, I'm here to request some information." The Dragonborn said.

"Ah, of course. We believe that we've located the Imperial cam-" The Dragonborn cut the Guard on the left off.

"Not that kind of information, not yet at least. For now, I need to know where I can find the information your scouts bring back from their patrols." The Dragonborn said.

"Speak with the Fort Commander, he should have it stored in his quarters." The Guard on the right said.

"Thank you. As you were, men." The Dragonborn said.

The two guards saluted him again and walked back to their posts.

As we walked over to the Fort Commander, I had a question burning for me to ask the Dragonborn.

"So… Where'd you get the 'honor name' 'Stormblade'?" I asked him curiously.

"Ulfric awarded it to me after the Siege of Fort Snowhawk, which preceded the Siege of Solitude." The Dragonborn said, pride present in his voice.

"Well…" I was unsure how to respond, "Good job for not getting killed…?" I said uncertainly.

"I believe it has more to do with the number of Imperials I killed, but thank you." The Dragonborn said.

"If you died, we wouldn't have had a chance to get home, so I'm very grateful that you didn't die." I commented.

"And I'm grateful that you put so much faith in me." The Dragonborn said. Well, at least he didn't respond strangely…

We took a left, following the lead of one of the two guards, before heading up a set of wooden stairs. And after carefully maneuvering around one of the stone supports, which the platform was next to, we climbed another set of stairs before reaching the ramparts. We then took a right and crossed a very...shifty looking wooden bridge, after which was a set of stone stairs. The Nords sure like their stairs… After another quick right, we stood before a door which, I assume, lead to the Commander's Quarters. The Dragonborn, not giving it a second thought, pushed the door open and went inside.

Upon entering the dimly lit room, I immediately noticed the Stormcloak banners that adorned the walls. Accompanied by the scattered set of antlers or mounted animal head, nothing seemed like it screamed Commander's Quarters to me. We took a right down the hallway, past a couple of bookshelves and a dresser, and reached a large room with a fireplace, a ladder leading to a trapdoor on the ceiling, and a table, where an average looking Stormcloak was sitting. The Dragonborn approached him without even thinking, and the soldier turned in his chair to face him.

"Greetings, Stormblade. What brings you here today?" The Commander asked.

"I seek some possible scouting records of the nearby mountains, would you happen to have any here?" The Dragonborn asked.

"Give me a moment, I'll go and check." The Commander said, getting out of his chair and entering his quarters to the right.

After a few minutes, he came back with a rather hefty looking logbook.

"Let's see here...what exactly are you looking for?" The Commander asked.

"Signs or remnants of a path that leads into the mountains, have your scouts seen anything of the sort?" The Dragonborn asked

"Hmm...they did report something of the sort to the southeast, but they marked it as an avalanche and kept going. Maybe that's what you're after?" The Commander explained.

"Is there anything else?" The Dragonborn asked.

"Nothing that isn't already on a map." The Commander said.

"I see, thank you for the information." The Dragonborn said.

As we were leaving, the Commander called back "Anything for you, Stormblade."

"I think you did more than kill a few Imperials for you to have earned this much respect…" I mumble.

"Well, I did slay Alduin…" The Dragonborn replied.

"I know. I watched as you did it." I replied.

"I don't recall taking you with me to Sovngarde." The Dragonborn said, jokingly.

"I thought you said you didn't die!" I replied, jokingly.

"I may have visited the realm of the dead, but I assure you, I wasn't the one destined to remain there." The Dragonborn said, chuckling a little.

"Could a being that stopped men from reaching Sovngarde stay there after he died?" I asked curiously.

"If you weren't preparing to leave this world, I would explain to you how the gods ripped his weakened soul from his body as he fell, taking it for their own. But, I think it's just easier to say I killed him." The Dragonborn said.

"Uh… Okay." I was more confused from the answer than the thing that made me ask the question…

"The point is, I helped liberate Skyrim, and I saved Nirn from the World-Eater. So I tend to get a lot of respect in my travels." The Dragonborn said.

"Makes sense." I reply.

We finally caught back up with the group and found everyone to be in good shape… except Jaune. He had his clothes torn with cuts and scrapes all over him.

"What happened boy? Troll sneak up on you?" The Dragonborn asked, his head raised high.

"No…" Jaune said dejectedly, "I tripped over a root."

The Dragonborn heaved the heaviest sigh I have ever heard as he mumbled to himself "The damn boy can't even drink milk properly…"

I started giggling uncontrollably, drawing weird looks from everyone else.

"What are you laughing at, Ruby?" Yang asked.

"Did you not hear Stormblade?" I said the Dragonborn's honor name jokingly.

"Only my Shield-Siblings get to call me that." The Dragonborn said.

"Oh…" I started to feel my face heat up, "I-I-I was m-making a joke." I stammered out.

He raised his hand, and I retreated behind my hood instinctively. But, instead of a punishing slap, his hand landed softly on my head.

"Technically, you are my Shield-Sister, thanks to the Companions." The Dragonborn said, grinning.

I laughed. "Oh right. I am."

I faintly heard Pyrrha whisper to Yang.

"Was he like this when you were in the Companions together?"

"No. He showed up for two quests and never showed up again unless he wanted to take food from the hall."

Pyrrha had a strange look on her face, but quickly pulled it back to neutral and rejoined the conversation.

"What's with that look? Something on your mind?" The Dragonborn asked.

"Nothing. I was just thinking." Pyrrha replied.

The Dragonborn gave her a quizzical stare "Sure, nothing. Enhance your speechcraft before trying to tell such an obvious lie."

"You could get a blessing of Dibella or an Amulet of Dibella." Weiss commented, spouting information she picked up at college.

"Exactly." The Dragonborn said, nodding to Weiss.

"Alright. I was asking Yang if you acted this way when you were in the Companions together." Pyrrha admitted.

"Acted what way?" The Dragonborn asked.

"Like Shield-Siblings." Pyrrha explained.

"Of course, for it's the way of the Companions. Everyone is family there." The Dragonborn said.

"Okay. Makes sense." Pyrrha replied.

"Now then, are we going to stand around here all day, or are we going to get to that path?" The Dragonborn asked, more so addressing the group than Pyrrha.

"Let's get moving!" I shouted, throwing my fist up in the air and striking a pose.

"But… we haven't found a path…" Jaune said.

"Let's look some more!" Nora shouted enthusiastically.

"Well, maybe if you had decided to tag along with Ruby and I, you would've found the location of the path." The Dragonborn said.

"Oh yeah they haven't seen the scouting reports." I realized.

"There was a record of a possible path located southeast of here. Not too far away from where we are now if I recall." The Dragonborn said.

"So my calculations weren't wrong!" Pyrrha mumbled.

"What was that, Pyrrha?" Jaune asked.

"Oh nothing! Nothing at all!" She said, fairly loudly and stiffly.

"If you say so." Blake commented.

"So, you're all ready to begin the journey back to your world?" The Dragonborn asked.

"YEAH!" Everyone replied in unison, some pumping fists into the air.

"Very well. May we reach our goal, or Sovngarde take us!" The Dragonborn yelled.

"Yeah?" A few replied from confusion.

"For Talos!" I shouted.

"For Talos!" The Dragonborn shouted.

"I think Ruby's gone native…" Yang whispered to Blake.

"Let's get going then, I'll lead the way." The Dragonborn said, taking point.

The Dragonborn lead us southwest in search of finding the path. Every few feet, he'd stop and nod down twice and then look around and continue walking. I was confused, but then again I have seen him using one sword and then when he unsheathes it a minute later, it's a completely different sword. Same thing with armor, although he mostly just uses this armor. Well, I'm sure that I'm just reading too far into it.

We reached a place that the scout notes had mentioned, and it did appear to be just an avalanche.

"What are we doing here? This is just an avalanche." Weiss questioned the Dragonborn.

"This, Weiss, is the path to Vzaldam and the path for you to get home." He explained coldly.

Weiss looked partially shocked and also hard pressed for words to retort with.

"Still an avalanche." She said semi-quietly, defeat hanging over her voice like the mountains to our east.

"No other complaints? Then we go up." The Dragonborn commanded.

Up we quietly treked on half-frozen snow and dirt. Up we climbed with our feet falling through the ground with every other step. But this was our way home, so we have to take whatever trail we can to get to Vzaldam. Weiss was livid, both from looking dumb in front of everyone and because her white boots were now speckled with mud and dirty snow. Guess the Ice Queen can't take dirty snow; she only likes the richest snow. Woah. I need some sleep. That thought was too malicious to be made by me.

The farther we walked, the more I could see my breath. Its calm white puffs billowing out in front of me and the gentle breeze carrying the puffs behind me. But I could also see the breaths of everyone around me billowing around their faces and being caught by the breeze. The midday's sun gentle flickered on the snowflakes along the path along with causing a small circular shadow to form around me. Must be from my combat skirt.

As we walked, my circular shadow elongated to form a shadow of all of me and not just my skirt. Shouldn't we be getting close to Vzaldam by now?

"How far away are we from Vzaldam?" Pyrrha asked the Dragonborn.

"The trail ends soon, so soon. Hopefully." He replied.

A gentle snowstorm picked up not long after we were within sight of the peak of the mountain path, snowflakes serenely floating on the cold breeze, with my breath and the snowflakes floating past my face. In Remnant, this would be cause for much joy and many, many cups of hot cocoa, but not here. Not in Skyrim. Not in Nirn. Not in the Velothi. My heart ached from the memory of the good days. I could feel the drink warm me up from the inside out, then the icy breeze picked up and I was chilled to the bone again. How much further? We've been walking for hours…

Thank Talos we finally reached the peak!

"Don't stop here. We're not even close to the ruins." The Dragonborn warned, causing all of us to groan. "Let's go everyone." He waved us forward.

I was so hoping that we were done walking when we reached the peak…

The path dipped down and the walk was entirely downhill. Thank Talos. And the snow was more packed, so our feet didn't sink in with every step. Thank Talos. The Dragonborn looked back to check on us.

"Oh right." He realized. "None of you have Nord blood."

"What do you mean? It's clear that we don't." Yang replied, slightly angry and shivering.

"I mean that you aren't resistant to cold." He stated. "I can't fix it, but I can try."

He looked to the sky and took a deep breath. "Lok… Vah Koor!" Instantly, the snow began to stop and the breeze calmed. "I was hoping that'd it warm up more, but no wind or snow is better." He mumbled to himself.

We walked for a few more minutes, no longer dreading the cold breeze that beared down on us. Then the Dragonborn stopped in his tracks. He nodded his head down twice and then turned to face us.

"We've reached the end of the path." He stated.

"So Vzaldam is close?" Weiss asked, hope ringing in her voice.

"Yes, Weiss." The Dragonborn replied, with something that sounded like reciprocated happiness.

"I can go home!" I said happily.

"You can." The Dragonborn smiled, but also seemed slightly sad.

"So, follow me to Vzaldam." The Dragonborn said. He did a full 360 and then stopped in one direction and began walking towards it. This is another one of the weird things he does… He was probably just looking around to see if he could spot a cave, nothing more. Or am I glossing over something ground-shakingly important about him in the name of preserving my ideas of normality? I need sleep. Desperately.

Through the white haze set on by the snow, I could see something that didn't look organic begin to appear. It was like a crevasse that was ripped open. It was a massive pile of rock that looked like a ragged gash from a dull knife that was given by the Nine Divines. The Dragonborn dauntlessly climbed over the first rock and into a very slim opening. Is all that muscle on him going to fit? To my surprise, he slipped right in.

"Who's next?" He called up through the opening.

"I-I'll go." I replied, wanting to not stand in the cold for any longer than I had to. I shakily made my way over the first rock and into the opening.
"Don't worry about falling, I'll catch you if you do." The Dragonborn said to me.

"I'm wearing a skirt, so don't look." I replied, dropping through the opening. I slammed into something semi-soft and semi-hard.

"See? I told you that I'd catch you." He said, smiling at me. He had caught me in the position that women are carried in on their wedding day.

"I hope you didn't look. Or else." I said, mock anger covering my joke.

"Of course not." He replied sarcastically, while smiling.

I didn't know how to respond.

"You can put me down now." I commanded.

"No, I was just going to hold you here and let everyone else hit the ground." The Dragonborn said, sarcastically.

"Fine by me." I replied jokingly.

"Suit yourself, but I'm not letting anyone end up with a mouthful of dirt." The Dragonborn said.

"What do you mean by-" I was cut off by the Dragonborn putting me on his back in a piggy-back fashion.

"So, this just happened." I commented. "Where'd you even learn this from?"

"Nora and Ren." He replied. I silently cursed Nora and Ren. Just as I cursed her, Nora fell from the sky. She landed on her feet without the Dragonborn's help.

"Nora!" She shouted.

"How did you land without hurting yourself?" The Dragonborn asked.

"It wasn't too far of a fall." Nora replied, confused by the Dragonborn's curiosity.

"Nora! Catch!" Ren shouted. Nora caught Ren as he fell.

"You can let go now." Ren said.

Nora looked at me and the Dragonborn and I saw gears turn. Oh no.

"Nora no…" I said.

"Nora yes." She replied. She put Ren on her back in the piggy-back fashion.

"Nora?!" Ren shouted out of confusion.

"Yes, Ren?" She asked as if nothing was wrong.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Nothing." She replied.

"What do you mean noth-" He was cut off by Yang landing on him.

"Heyoooo~" Yang said from on top of Nora and Ren.

"Could you get off?" Ren wheezed. Yang threw herself onto her feet.

"My bad guys." She said with a smile. I patted the Dragonborn's chest.

"Hmm?"

"You didn't catch her." I said.

"Uh. Well. She didn't give any warning." He explained.

"I'm coming down!" Pyrrha called. I squeezed my legs around the Dragonborn's waist.

"Don't let anyone fall on Ren and Nora this time." I said. He nodded. Then he caught Pyrrha before she hit the ground and put her on her feet.

"Why are you two laying on the floor?" Pyrrha asked Ren and Nora.

"Yang fell on Ren." Nora replied.

"So why are you on the floor too?" Pyrrha asked.

"Ren was on my back."

"What?" Pyrrha replied. Before Nora could answer, Jaune called out from above.

"I'm coming down." Jaune fell through the crack and, unlike for Pyrrha, the Dragonborn just watched him fall to the ground.

"Ow! Wh-Why didn't you catch me?" Jaune asked sadly, rubbing his behind.

"True Nords don't need help with a fall as small as that." The Dragonborn said, coldly.

"But I'm not even a Nord!" Jaune protested.

"And that's painfully obvious." The Dragonborn replied.

Jaune mumbled something under his breath.

"Jaune! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" Pyrrha asked angrily.

"Oh, so he's a momma's boy. That explains everything." The Dragonborn commented.

Weiss and Blake fell in and were caught by the Dragonborn, much to the displeasure of Jaune. We were all glad to be out of the icy cold wind, besides the Dragonborn, who walked around in it without sleeves. He is either super tough, super insane or both.

The path was at a descending angle, just as the one at Alftand did, but the turns in this were not as intense. After only a few minutes, we were walking on cobbled paths with collapsed statues lining the walls. Some of them were still partially standing while others were completely crumbled and toppled over. The cobbled path was made of the same stone that made up the streets of Blackreach, which brought up some unpleasant memories. At the paths end was a sight that caused us to stop in our tracks and stare in awe, much like we did back in Remnant.


/AN: Hey guys! Sorry for the delay, a lot of stuff has been happening on our end recently, but now I have some good news for you guys. We're completely done on our end! So, you're probably wondering what that entails. Well, lets just say that you'll be getting updates MUCH more frequently, as in once a week for a couple of weeks. After that, our adventure is over! Well, maybe. We'll have more time to discuss that once the final chapter is out. For now, this is the last authors' note until then, so happy reading, and I'll see you guys again in a couple of weeks!