The Nights of Solstheim
Chapter 2: Kidnapped
The Nords were a very native, religious and traditional people. They lived simple lives, mostly living off the land, using the tree's to build their small towns, and fur to make their clothing. They were very fond and religious about nature. Many of their beliefs and legends derived from the environment. The Nords were native inhabitants on the island of Solstheim. The Nords were one of the only races that would bother living in such a cold and rigid place. Their small towns were located in the Northern part of the island, the biggest one being the Skaal village. In Skaal resided their leader, Tharsten Heart-Fang, and the Nord Shaman, Karst Wind-eye. The town was often ravaged with snow storms and other natural problems, but they endured onward with their way of life, resentful of the encroaching Imperials...
On this night, the moon did not show at all. The gray clouds blocked out all light from reaching the surface, and almost nothing could be seen through the shadows and darkness. The night was also unusually quiet. Many fires were lit inside the small wooden huts, and the firelight could be seen from the outside. Ulfrun was a Nord female warrior. She walked the snowy 'streets' of Skaal, watching. Whenever there were problems the Skaal Honor Guards and her would usual handle it. She had long brown hair, and wore black wolf armor. And the Skaal Honor Guards wore heavy Nord Mail armor, giving them good protection. Ulfrun walked along a small path through town, her boots crunching against the snow, which was the only sound other than the howling wolves in the hills. There was no snow or wind coming off the mountain, then suddenly there was a huge burst of unnatural wind, blowing the tree's violently, and blowing snow into Ulfrun's face. She wipes it off, and looks up toward the sky. "Hmm..."
The sky was almost as pitch black as the ground. The Moons could not be seen, nor the stars to guide many of the travelers in the region. The silence began to break, as a large object in the sky moved closer toward the quiet town of Skaal. The object moved slowly and somewhat quietly. Ulfrun continued to walk cautiously, then from the sky a loud sound was made, and a huge boulder came from the object in the sky, and landed in the middle of the Skaal village, then it rolled into a hut. "Ahh, help!" Ulfrun shouted loudly in the direction of the Great Hall. Another boulder was launched from the object and it landed on a hit, and wood from the hit was flung in all directions. One of the Honor Guards quickly opened the door of the Great Hall and jogged outside into the cold. He looked up, then quickly took out a horn from his bag and blew it loudly.
The Skaal guard quickly ran back inside the Great Hall. Inside the King gets up from sleeping and slowly puts on his things. "What is going on?" yelled Tharsten. The Guard quickly ran toward him shouting back, "We're under attack!" Tharsten grunts, and quickly draws his sword. "From who, man?" "It's...it's...th-the ship, sire." Tharstens eyes widen in fear, and points toward the door, "Alarm everyone, tell them to make it into the safety of the forest...now!" The Guard nods and quickly runs back out, Tharsten draws his Nordic Silver Longsword and slowly walks toward the door outside.
The object in the sky stopped launching boulders, and began to descend down toward the surface. When it got close to the ground Imperials and Dunmer jumped off the ship onto the ground, and ran into the town. They grabbed torches and began setting the buildings aflame, and seemed to be looking for something. "Where's the old mans house?", said one of the Imperials. "I don't know, I'm looking." One of the Dunmer turn toward an undamaged hut. "I think it's that one!" "Alright, let's go and get him." A few of the Dunmer and Imperials ram their way into the hut. "There he is, grab him!" They run over to a Nord huddled in the corner and grab him up by his fur robe. One of the dirty Imperials walks up close to him, "Your coming with us, old man!" A dunmer pushes him forward toward the door. The exit the hut into the cold again, and back toward the ship. "Get him up there!" Another Imperial grabs the Nord Shaman and lifts him onto the floating object. "Your going to see the leader, Shaman! Har."
A few Dunmer remain on the ground. Most of the buildings are on fire, and many of the Nords have fled to the forest to hide. One of the Dunmer saids loudly, "We have the Shaman, what about the other?" "The leader said we had to find one, he told us to make sure they were good for the ritual too..." The three Dunmer look around, searching for a Nord, then they all stop when they see Ulfrun. "Her?" "Perfect!" The three dunmer run toward Ulfrun, as they reach out their hands to grab her, Tharsten swings his sword down, cutting off one of the Dunmers hands. He falls to the ground "Agggh!" The other two dunmer draw their shortswords and spar with Tharsten. "Run, Ulfrun!" The Dunmer quickly outnumber Tharsten, and they stab him in the middle. He falls to the ground, putting his hand near his stomach and groans. "Get her up with the other one." The Dunmer grab Ulfrun who struggles with them, then they smack her with a rock and she slumps over. "That'll keep you quiet."
Two of the Dunmer carry Ulfrun toward the flying object, one grabs her head, and the other her feet. The lift her up toward a rail, and two Imperials on board lift her up onto the ship. "She's going to see the leader too!" "We should get out of here now, we got what we need." "Alright, lift it up!" The object begins to ascend again toward the dark sky. When it reaches a certain height it begins to move forward, back in the direction it came from, leaving the burning Nord village behind.
Chapter 2: Kidnapped
The Nords were a very native, religious and traditional people. They lived simple lives, mostly living off the land, using the tree's to build their small towns, and fur to make their clothing. They were very fond and religious about nature. Many of their beliefs and legends derived from the environment. The Nords were native inhabitants on the island of Solstheim. The Nords were one of the only races that would bother living in such a cold and rigid place. Their small towns were located in the Northern part of the island, the biggest one being the Skaal village. In Skaal resided their leader, Tharsten Heart-Fang, and the Nord Shaman, Karst Wind-eye. The town was often ravaged with snow storms and other natural problems, but they endured onward with their way of life, resentful of the encroaching Imperials...
On this night, the moon did not show at all. The gray clouds blocked out all light from reaching the surface, and almost nothing could be seen through the shadows and darkness. The night was also unusually quiet. Many fires were lit inside the small wooden huts, and the firelight could be seen from the outside. Ulfrun was a Nord female warrior. She walked the snowy 'streets' of Skaal, watching. Whenever there were problems the Skaal Honor Guards and her would usual handle it. She had long brown hair, and wore black wolf armor. And the Skaal Honor Guards wore heavy Nord Mail armor, giving them good protection. Ulfrun walked along a small path through town, her boots crunching against the snow, which was the only sound other than the howling wolves in the hills. There was no snow or wind coming off the mountain, then suddenly there was a huge burst of unnatural wind, blowing the tree's violently, and blowing snow into Ulfrun's face. She wipes it off, and looks up toward the sky. "Hmm..."
The sky was almost as pitch black as the ground. The Moons could not be seen, nor the stars to guide many of the travelers in the region. The silence began to break, as a large object in the sky moved closer toward the quiet town of Skaal. The object moved slowly and somewhat quietly. Ulfrun continued to walk cautiously, then from the sky a loud sound was made, and a huge boulder came from the object in the sky, and landed in the middle of the Skaal village, then it rolled into a hut. "Ahh, help!" Ulfrun shouted loudly in the direction of the Great Hall. Another boulder was launched from the object and it landed on a hit, and wood from the hit was flung in all directions. One of the Honor Guards quickly opened the door of the Great Hall and jogged outside into the cold. He looked up, then quickly took out a horn from his bag and blew it loudly.
The Skaal guard quickly ran back inside the Great Hall. Inside the King gets up from sleeping and slowly puts on his things. "What is going on?" yelled Tharsten. The Guard quickly ran toward him shouting back, "We're under attack!" Tharsten grunts, and quickly draws his sword. "From who, man?" "It's...it's...th-the ship, sire." Tharstens eyes widen in fear, and points toward the door, "Alarm everyone, tell them to make it into the safety of the forest...now!" The Guard nods and quickly runs back out, Tharsten draws his Nordic Silver Longsword and slowly walks toward the door outside.
The object in the sky stopped launching boulders, and began to descend down toward the surface. When it got close to the ground Imperials and Dunmer jumped off the ship onto the ground, and ran into the town. They grabbed torches and began setting the buildings aflame, and seemed to be looking for something. "Where's the old mans house?", said one of the Imperials. "I don't know, I'm looking." One of the Dunmer turn toward an undamaged hut. "I think it's that one!" "Alright, let's go and get him." A few of the Dunmer and Imperials ram their way into the hut. "There he is, grab him!" They run over to a Nord huddled in the corner and grab him up by his fur robe. One of the dirty Imperials walks up close to him, "Your coming with us, old man!" A dunmer pushes him forward toward the door. The exit the hut into the cold again, and back toward the ship. "Get him up there!" Another Imperial grabs the Nord Shaman and lifts him onto the floating object. "Your going to see the leader, Shaman! Har."
A few Dunmer remain on the ground. Most of the buildings are on fire, and many of the Nords have fled to the forest to hide. One of the Dunmer saids loudly, "We have the Shaman, what about the other?" "The leader said we had to find one, he told us to make sure they were good for the ritual too..." The three Dunmer look around, searching for a Nord, then they all stop when they see Ulfrun. "Her?" "Perfect!" The three dunmer run toward Ulfrun, as they reach out their hands to grab her, Tharsten swings his sword down, cutting off one of the Dunmers hands. He falls to the ground "Agggh!" The other two dunmer draw their shortswords and spar with Tharsten. "Run, Ulfrun!" The Dunmer quickly outnumber Tharsten, and they stab him in the middle. He falls to the ground, putting his hand near his stomach and groans. "Get her up with the other one." The Dunmer grab Ulfrun who struggles with them, then they smack her with a rock and she slumps over. "That'll keep you quiet."
Two of the Dunmer carry Ulfrun toward the flying object, one grabs her head, and the other her feet. The lift her up toward a rail, and two Imperials on board lift her up onto the ship. "She's going to see the leader too!" "We should get out of here now, we got what we need." "Alright, lift it up!" The object begins to ascend again toward the dark sky. When it reaches a certain height it begins to move forward, back in the direction it came from, leaving the burning Nord village behind.
