Majestic and the
Talking Draugr
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Skyrim, if I did; Alduin would have been a LOT more epic during the final battle.
Chapter 1
My eyes sparkled with the warmth and companionship of the blazing fire set before me. It is a fine night in Skyrim, 28th of Rain's Hand 4E 402. I stared silently into the fire as my friends and brother get wasted, chugging down their flagons of mead, sharing the tales of the legendary Dragonborn. The "Savior of Sovengarde", the "Hero of Skyrim", Dovahkiin, in the dragon tongue. My warrior instincts kick in as I draw blade, coming face to face with a female Nord and her companion. I couldn't help but stare her down, admiring her strong yet feminine physique, and her Scaled armour...shiny.
"You gonna' stare? Or be a gentleman and put ya' sword away?" she said calmly, with a strong Nordic accent. From this I deduced that she had spent most-if not all-of her life in this fine province. I then noticed the suppressed laughter from your group, my brother, Hoknir, placing his hand on my shoulder.
"Look, I know you're not as "attuned" in the ways of the female creature as I am, but I think that was a hint to out your sword away" he said with a shine of amusement in his eye and a smirk on his face. I slowly slid my sword into its scabbard.
"I still don't trust them..." I said aloud, your voice showing naked concern and suspicion.
"Well," the woman's accomplice said, his voice harsh and gruff, his face completely covered in cloth, except for a thin slit for his eyes. Now that I looked at him properly, I noticed his entire BODY is completely covered form head to toe, his thin, blue eyes the only things to prove there was actually anything in there at all.
"Aren't you a charmer" the bundle of robes continued.
"Please, forgive them" my life-long friend, Tiberious begged, "A bit slow in the head". Tiberious shot me a sideways glance and a smirk.
"Fuck you" I quickly snapped, though Tiberious was as used to my bullshit as I was of his, and so he simply laughed at the hateful comment. Tiberious, aptly name "big T" was a massive, muscle-clad, stone hard warrior. Not a milk-drinker like the rest of the Imperials, that's right, my life-long "brother-from-another-mother" was an Imperial!
"Please, sit" he finished, showing the new found guests to a log to sit on.
"Would you like a drink?" Maluril, a Bosmer archer (obviously!) offered. "We have water or snow berry juice"
"Anything alcoholic?" the Nord woman hoped, drawing looks, the lookers then looking at each other.
"AHA! Spoken like a TRUE Nord!" yelled Hoknir, before giving a hearty laugh and pouring her a flagon of mead. "What about you?" his icy blue eyes gliding across to the...now that I thought of it, what was he? Breton? Could be with the robes, a mage. No, no, too big. Nord then? But the voice, lacked any kind of accent found in Skyrim. Could have been brought up elsewhere. That word, sounds like "Elsweyr", Khajiit? No, doesn't have a tail. I settle with Nord, he certainly had the cold blue eyes of one.
"I'm quite alright, thank you" he politely declined the alcoholic beverage. Well, he sure as shit wasn't a Nord, then!
"Anyway, Maluril, you were telling a tale of how you brought down two bears, no sorry, three, ugh sorry! FOUR bears with one arrow." my brother asked, mocking the fact that Maluril changed the amount of bears it was every time, when it was in fact one bear, and Maluril didn't even kill it. The fall from the twenty-or-so feet high waterfall did. I should know, I was there. I noticed Maluril's face enblazen with a shade of crimson more red than the famous and ancient dragon Odahviing's scaled hide, burn hotter than the very fires of oblivion itself, as the Nord female leaned in closer, eying him like a hungry Sabre cat would a deer. What was her name? Wait, what was her name?
"What's your name?" I asked, giving voice to my thoughts, yanking everyone's attention.
"I don't really have one," she said. "My father-well, not really my father, but her brought me up as if he were-called me 'Majestic'". Majestic, a name that suits its owner.
"Why'd he call you that?" pondered Tiberious, as Maluril opened his mouth to protest the sudden lack of attention given to his story.
"T'was the name of the ship wreckage he found me in, the wreck of the 'Queen Majestic of the Ocean'." she started, as everyone sunk into her story like her ship sunk off the coast of Solitude, two-hundred years ago...
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