Chapter Three
Tell Me About Yourself
The two men were soaked to the bone in sweat, Solomon especially due to his heavy plate-mail robes but the cool air gave the respires from this. Hadvar looked back to see Solomon at this time removing his lion-helm, it was good for keep his face safe but it didn't allow much in the way of breathing room.
"Alright, the closest town to here is Riverwood, my uncle, Alvor is the black smith there. He should be able to help us out. It's probably best that we stick together, besides you still owe me an explanation as to who you are, where you come from, why your here and how any of that is related to the dragons coming back." Hadvar said as he began running down hill
"You'll get your explanation in due time, Hadvar. No one is more keen on getting some answers around here than me." Solomon following close behind him, catching up to him in no time.
"Listen, Solomon. You should go to Solitude and join up with the Legion. We could really use someone like you. And I think you should tell General Tullius your story too, he'd could help you out in the long run of things." Solomon could use someone that had his back here, with no contacts aside from a lone legionnaire, he could use all the allies he could get. "And if the rebels have themselves a dragon, General Tullius is the only one who can stop them."
The pair kept on going, past hills and flowers, all sorts of things really, Solomon hadn't the chance before to take in the beauty of the land his was now in, although in doing so he just reminded himself that he was home anymore. Hadvar stopped a moment to catch his breath.
"See that ruin up there, Bleak Falls Barrow. When I was a boy, that place always used to give me nightmares. Draugr, the dead come back to life, coming down from the mountain to sneak into my window, that sort of thing. I'll admit, I still don't like the look the place." Solomon could admit that the look of the place did give off a very creepy vibe from it as it loomed over-top of them. Solomon could something strange up ahead: Three stones placed around each other, in a formation. Hadvar could see that he would need to explain this to him, as he had done before and he would do again.
"Ah, These are the Guardian Stones, three of the thirteen standing stones that dot Skyrim's landscape. The right one is the Warrior Stone, the centre one is the Mage Stone and the left one is the Thief Stone." Hadvar pointed to the stones and Solomon could see the images of the aspects of each of the stones carved into them: the right had a warrior wielding a mighty axe, the centre had a wised old wizard with his staff, and the left had a sneak thief, hood on and dashing to get away.
"What do they do?" Solomon's question was a taste, Hadvar felt, of what was to come when they reached Riverwood.
"I not such I'm the right person to answer that, you'd have to talk to a mage or scholar for that information. There is the Collage of Winterhold, it's mage academy up in the far north but I wouldn't go there myself. It's in Stormcloak territory." Solomon looked a bit disappointed by the news. "But what I do know is that each Standing Stone represents a star sign at night, our months are categorized by which star sign is shining brightest at the time of a persons birth, for example I was born under the sign of The Steed, which means I am very good lifting things."
"And since I'm not from this world, I don't think they'll work for me, but I guess it's worth a shot to try anyways." Solomon looked them over, The Warrior Stone did reflect his martial side of himself but failed to see the priest part, The Thief Stone was out of the question, he was not one to go about sneaking, stealing and generally being shifty, and The Mage Stone, well he had some skill ad healing magics but not the over all skills of what one would consider to be part wizardly.
"I don't think any of these fit me, but I'll be on the look out for anymore of these Standing Stones to see if any of them fit me." The two left, of again to Riverwood and Hadvar's uncle. Not to mention a nice warm bed, warm food and some well earned and needed rest. Hadvar especially looked like he could use it, he looked like he was going to drop any moment.
"Listen Solomon, as far as I'm concerned you've earned your pardon today, even with General Tullius giving it to you before hand. But just to be on the safe side, keep away from any Imperial soldiers and avoid any complications alright."
"Weren't you also the one who said I should join up with the Imperial Legion no more than four minutes ago?" Solomon stared daggers into Hadvar and they both laughed at it.
"Ahahah! Gods, I really do need a drink right now, can't even think straight." The two kept laughing until a town gateway came into view. "Ah, here we are Riverwood, come on, my uncle's smithy is just up ahead. Riverwood was a quint town, a mill for lumber, a smithy for weapons and tools, and a nice inn for travellers, it even had a general trade store, so Solomon had a good idea of where to go for supplies.
"Things look quite enough here. Come on, there's my uncle." Hadvar said, he sounded like he barely had the strength left to stay awake, let alone walk and talk.
"Uncle Alvor, hello..." was all Hadvar could say before collapsing on the ground. Solomon could see a man in a blacksmith's apron, he assumed he was Alvor, Hadvar's uncle.
"Shor's Bones! He needs help, Hey you there, give me a hand with him. We'll get him inside." Alvor said, pointing at Solomon to help him when Hadvar's hand came up and bade him to back off.
"Easy, I just lost my balance, Uncle. It's nothing to worry about." Hadvar got back on his feet, his posture gave away the fact that he was exhausted from the actions of today.
"Nothing to worry about, son? You look like you lost argument with a cave troll, and who this with you?" Alvor said, looking at Solomon the whole of the time, seeing if he would do anything or not.
"He's a friend, saved my life in fact, I'll tell the whole story inside." Hadvar, now limping, moved inside, his legs looking like they were about to give out. Solomon wasn't much better: his legs were like solid oak, his arm were like paper and his head still hurt from the blow he received when he got here. The two of them needed a rest and this was going to be it or they were going to be resting permanently.
"Okay, okay, come inside. Sigrid will get you both something to eat. You two look like you could eat a house whole right now."
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Inside, Solomon and Hadvar sat down before a variable spread to food: Fresh warm bread, cool ale and mead, crisp lettuce and tomatoes, baked potatoes with butter on top, cheeses of all kinds. The two of them stuffed thier faces until they couldn't hold now another piece of food.
"Well it looks like the two of you built yourselves quite the appetite. Now, tell me Hadvar, what happened to you? Alvor's words rose Hadvar to meet his eyes, although slightly lagging from the food and the day he had.
"Where do I start? Well, you know I was assigned to General Tullius' bodyguard, right." Alvor nodded in assertion. "Well, we had captured Ulfric Stormcloak and were bringing him to Helgan, it was also there that we came across my friend here." Hadvar gesturing to Solomon.
"We had him right there, about to have his head chopped off, when this one start going off about who he was, where he came from and why he was here, about to have his head chopped with the rebels, and if I hadn't seen it for myself, I never would have believed him either." Hadvar's disposition changed, Solomon knowing why, now came the hard part.
"We were about to start lobbing off heads when we were attacked... by a dragon." Alvor's eyes grew upon hearing such things as did his wife, Sigrid and his daughter, Dorthe.
"A dragon? That's ridiculous, you aren't drunk, are you boy?" Alvor said before getting and earful from his wife.
"Continue Hadvar." Sigrid said, as she picked up the bowls and dishes.
"Not much more to tell. This dragon just flew and just started wreaking the whole place. Mass confusion. I don't know if anyone else made it out, I doubt I would have made it out myself if not for my friends here. I need to get back to Solitude and let them know what's happened. I thought you could help us out. Food, supplies, a place to stay." Hadvar gesturing once again to Solomon, who at this point in time had taken looking around, trying to find some books, gather as much information about this world as possible.
"Of course. Any friend of Hadvar's is a friend of mine. I'm glad to help in any way I can." Alvor said, looking at the strange man that had helped his nephew out.
"With that done with, I do believe I am owed an explanation." Hadvar said, eyeing Solomon up and down like he was the last piece of meat and Hadvar was a starving wolf.
"Right, I did say that. Well, I believe that my name should be first on that list, I don't think i nor you gave a proper introduction to myself. I am Sir Solomon Ariel, Son of Ariel. I am a Paladin of the Heavens Undivided and i am not from this world of yours, this Nirn, was it?" If Alvor didn't think that this some kind of joke before, He sure did now, even Sigrid and Dorthe couldn't hold back from laughing a bit form the utter nonsense that was coming out of his mouth.
"Alright, alright. I know when I'm being pranked. Now you've had your fun, Hadvar but be serious about this. Who is this person?" Solomon and Hadvar both looked at each other. Alvor could tell that they weren't joking about this.
"Kyne's Breath! Your serious, aren't you, boy. No lie, you're from another world, like Oblivion. Your not not sort of Daedra are you, lad." Solomon just looked at him dead in the eyes.
"I can assure you, I am no Daedra, whatever those are. No, I am an Aasimar, a child of the heavens, one who was born with divinity flowing through their blood. I come from a city called Baldur's Gate, from a land called Faerun, a world called Abeir-Toril. I came to this world when a portal opened up while I was flying, it sucked me in and I landed somewhere in the snow where I found myself watching the Imperials ambush Ulfric Stormcloak, and in the midst of it, I was some how dragged along with them." Solomon went on to explain all about himself., of how he had been part of a team of adventurers that had saved not one but two cities from being dragged down to Hell, which here described as something akin to one of the Planes of Oblivion. Of his son Gabriel and his wife Ravania and how he missed them greatly. Of his world's history: The Dale Reckoning, the Times of Trouble, the Spellplague, of all the legends and myths of his world. In turn, Alvor and Hadvar informed Solomon about the history of their lands. Of Ysgramor and the Five Hundred Companions and thier war against the snow elves, of Tiber Septim, once Talos of Tamora, who became the first Emperor of all Tamriel and eventually a god, of Martin Septim who stopped the Oblivion Crisis at the cost of his own life, and of the Great War with the Thalmor and the banning of Talos worship.
Alvor couldn't tell what was the more outlandish story: the one about dragons returning to Skyrim or the one about a man who claims to be from another world. He must be going mad, he must because for some reason, some Gods-only-know reason, he believed them both.
"As outlandish as your tales are, I believe you. Hadvar, I've never known you to be a liar, nor one to cover up for liars, So yes, I believe you both. Now, I'd like to help out in anyway I can but I also need you to do something for me." He looked at Solomon, the glint of fear just barely making through.
"I need your help, we all need your help. The jarl needs to know that there's a dragon on the loose, Riverwood is defenceless. We need to word to Jarl Balgruuf in Whiterun to send whatever soldiers he can. If you do that, I'll be in your debt, but I think I'll let you leave that for the morning, right now you two need you rest." Solomon wasn't going to argue that point, neither was Hadvar. The two of them were going to find the nearest place to sleep and just drop down, wherever that might be.
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Solomon awoke, hoping beyond hope that what had happened before was all just a terrible dream, it wasn't he was still in Alvor's house, away from his family, his friends, his home and unlike before, he didn't know if he could go back or not.
"Oh, looks like finally up, come on lets get some breakfast before you head off." Hadvar said. He was sitting in chair across from him, biting into an apple.
"Can you give a man a bit of time before ripping into him?" Solomon said, getting his armour, he somehow had the strength to removing last night before turning in. Solomon could smell the comforts of breakfast and moved to receive them. Up top, Solomon could see some food alright there; some meats and breads, muffins and milk to drink.
"Ah you're and about time too, you've slept in half the morning off. We were beginning to worry that you've died in your sleep." Alvor said, tearing into a piece of bread. Solomon was almost insulted by Alvor's remarks but he had to concur that he had been exhausted, both physically and mentally. Solomon sat down and ate a bit of cheese with bread, some salmon meat, charred to perfection, and a bit of milk to wash it down with. Hadvar joined him at the table, seating right next to him for easier conversation-making.
"You said something about me heading off, right? I thought you would be joining me in that adventure." Solomon liked Hadvar, as would anyone who fought by his side. "They who stands with me shale ever be my sibling-in-arms." was what he said when meeting a new person to fight beside.
"Yeah, about that. Listen, I'm the only protection Riverwood was has right now, aside from for Faendal, but he's a lumberer, not a soldier. Anyways, if it was directions you were in need of, don't worry, just cross the bridge and head down the road, you'll see Whiterun in no-time." Solomon was a bit saddened by this, Hadvar was the only person he knew here, and even then not that well, going off by himself felt off, like he was missing something.
"I understand, Hadvar. I'll bring back troops soon so you won't have to defend this place alone. I'll not forget the kindness you and your kin has shown me, friend." Solomon said, getting up and shaking Hadvar's hand.
"Nor I to your actions, friend. Oh and before you go, my uncle had somethings for you, for you journeys. He also wanted to speak with you," Hadvar said as he pointed towards a knapsack, filled with food, supplies and a bit of coin for him to spend. They said there goodbyes and off he went to Alvor to see what he wanted. Solomon didn't have to go far to find him as his smithy was right next to the house.
"Hadvar said you wanted me for something, Alvor" Solomon said, thought he doubted if Alvor could actually hear him, he could barely hear himself over the sounds of the forge-work being done.
"Ah, yes thanks for seeing me before you went off. I appreciate it." Alvor eyes didn't look away from what he was smithing, for only a fool looks away from the forge when the iron's hot and there's work to be done. He tempered the steel in water, cooling it enough for it to harden. He then looked over to Solomon, examining him for whatever reason, most likely his arms and armour. Solomon was quite sure that the people of Skyrim had never seen anything the style of armour Solomon had, while plain steel plate-mail, it was how the metal was shaped that really gave it a look of menace behind it. What Alvor's attention was really on was Dark Angel, he eyed the blade as if he were a carrion and it was the corpse of a huge mammoth.
"I see you eyeing my sword, Alvor. Don't think that I cannot see you doing so, it's alright you are a blacksmith and any blacksmith worth his hammer would be looking at this blade too." Solomon said as he took it out and laid it before him. Alvor just stared at it, lost in it's black blade, hypnotized by it.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Take a closer look at it." Solomon said trying to snap Alvor out of his stupor. Alvor just looked at him with eyes of awe at the steel of the thing. He traced it over, getting a small cut for his troubles, and then gave it back to Solomon.
"That's a mighty fine blade you have there, Solomon. Best blade I've ever seen. Can I ask where you got it from?" Alvor's curiosity was well warranted, Dark Angel was a one of a kind sword, blessed by his father, Ariel and gifted to him by him to be used to defend the lands. When he received the sword, he didn't think he'd be using it in a whole other world, with the possibility of never being able to go home. No, Solomon had to keep up hope, without it, there was no way he was ever getting home.
"My father, Ariel gave me a quest of sorts to collect materials to form the blade, he called it a gift, from a father to his son." Solomon said, taking Dark Angel back into its sheath. He had half a mind to ask Alvor what a good way to make money was but he didn't know how he would respond.
"Alvor, Can I ask you something?" Alvor had gone back to his work, Sharping a sword over a grindstone, which reminded Solomon to also ask about if he had any whetstones available for sale, Solomon could feel like he was going to need a lot of them.
"Go right ahead, I'm willing to help out in whatever way I can, within reason of course."
"Right, it's actually two things. One: Do you know a good way of acquiring coin for someone like myself. And two: do you have any whetstones to sell?"
"Well, if it's work your looking for, a could use a hand or two with a few pieces I'm working on. After that, you could talk to any inn you come across, they normally have bounties put up for bandit nests, wild animal attacks, that sort of thing. As for Whetstones, I normally don't use them myself see as I have this here grindstone but if you go into any of the cites, the smithies there should have some on hand. They're always getting the adventuring lot coming through their way. Now, if you want give me a hand, pick up those ingots on the ground and see if you can fashion me up something, if there are dragons on the lose, I may need to start making more weapons and armour than I ever had before."
Solomon looked down to see some ingots of iron and steel laying next to the work-bench. Luckily for them both, Solomon had been spending his time since returning from Avernus to take up smiting to help with Elturiel's rebuilding. It was already mid-day however and smithing wasn't something that could be done quickly, he really did need to get on his way but he also wasn't one to let someone down if he could help it. He grabbed some of the ingots and proceeded to start heating them up. The metal began to glow bright with fire, allowing him to shape it to whatever he needed. He was deciding on what to make when he realized that none of the people he had seen so far where using pole-arms, not the Stormcloaks or the Imperials had bothered to pick up a spear or two. One would think that a mighty army such as the Imperial Legion or the Stormcloaks would be using one of, if not the most, simple to make and simple to use weapons ever created.
But Solomon had it in his head to go for something a bit more elaborate than a simple sharpened stick. No, for him he was thinking a glaive would do, while it was more a slashing weapon than a piercing one but he figured the people of Skyrim wanted a weapon that they could swing around more than one with precision. He worked on the blade, seeing as he would be using a wooden pole this, tempering the blade out and getting the thickness of the blade just right. He then remembered the spell tome he had recovered from the cell inside Helgan. He could use that as a basis for an enchantment, he knew a bit of the craft when he was on his trek to create Dark Angel. Solomon opened up the book again, taking in the knowledge within its pages. As he turned through the pages, Solomon could feel the power from before rise again, as if something was empowering him as he read the pages. Solomon knew the next part would be hard: the actually putting of the enchantment on the blade, which was harder than normal seeing as he had little in the way of money. Last time, he had quite the bit of coin, both from his accumulation from his adventures in Avernus and during his journey to make Dark Angel and yet, he could feel the spell tome's magic flowing into the weapon. Solomon began carving runes into the weapon to hold the enchantment to the metal together, this wasn't necessary for Dark Angel but that required a great amount of time to create and a mastery of the craft that Solomon hadn't perfected yet.
Alvor could see Solomon working quite hard on something, which made him very pleased, but when he looked at the techniques he was using, he could see that this wasn't he first time using a forge.
"Alvor, I need some wood for the base of this piece. You wouldn't happen to have some about, would you?" Solomon said, by now the blade had become a fairly thick, long thing with a hole about it for the pole.
"If its wood you need, ask Gerdur, she runs the mill, I'm sure she'd give you some if you say it's for something I need." Alvor said as he finished up another sword. Solomon then put down his blade, cooling it in the waters before him. From what Alvor could see, it was a thick and heavy looking blade with a single edge to it. He had put some carvings into the blade, a bit of flare he thought, the young were always trying to show off in some way.
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"Gerdur? Gerdur? Are you here? I need to buy some wood. Alvor said I could put it on his orders bill." Solomon said, looking for Gerdur as he walked around the mill. He could see a man working about, hauling lumber over to the saw, it splitting the huge logs of timber.
"Hello, excuse me! I know this might inconvenience you and your work but do you know where I might find Gerdur?" The man came down, looking towards the stranger before him.
"Gerdur isn't here right now, but I think that I can help you out with what your asking for. I'm Lod, my wife is Gerdur and she and I run the mill. If Alvor sent you, then I assume he said to put it on his bill for us then." Solomon at least glad that someone could give him what he needed.
"So, what were you looking for anyways, lad. You never said." Lod turned to him as the two approached the lumber, the smell of freshly cut timber was nice on the nose compared to the fire and brimstone of before.
"I need a pole, strong yet thin enough to use in battle, do you think you have that?" Lod looked back to him, his face looking upset by this. Solomon felt like should ask why his sudden change of attitude but he could sense that it wasn't something one would ask so abruptly. Lod came back with a solid oak branch, the length was good for what Solomon wanted and oak was good wood for this.
"How's this, this good enough for you?" Lod had a sting to his voice that Solomon found unprofessional.
"Yes, thank you very much." Lod didn't seem to care about it though. He took the branch and left, getting the feeling that he wasn't welcome anymore at the mill. Alvor had moved the blade over onto the anvil as he needed the room for the sword he was working on.
"I just had the worst reception from the man at the mill. Lod, I think his name was." Solomon said as he begun to have the blade wrap around the pole. He then took leather strips and layered them around the pole, giving it a grip all around. He could feel the sun going down, it was well past midday and the sun was hiding behind the mountains at this point but the weapon was done.
"I'm done Alvor, take a look." Solomon said as he put down the final touch on the weapon. Alvor finished the sharping an axe over the grindstone when he saw it. A thing of beauty it was, long and slender, deadly in it's touch. The runes on it's blade glowed ever faintly over it. Alvor could see from the work that Solomon had worked the forge before.
"Boy, this is not a weapon, it's a work of art but will it work well in battle, weapons no good if it breaks right away." Seeing this as an opportunity to test his weapon out, Solomon could see a large stone across the river that would be perfect for his use.
"Alright, let's test this thing out then you can judge it. I'll use that stone over there as a testing of sorts." Moving over to the stone, Solomon gripped the weapon tightly, he could feel the power it had within, he knew this would be a test it would easily pass.
"Come on lad, we don't have all day now." Alvor said, looking on from a safe distance. Heeding Alvor's words, Solomon brought the weapon up and with all his might, brought it down with a thunderous crash. The stone was split right down the middle, though it only went in about half way. Alvor's eyes went wide as the sight of the solid stone being cut like a piece of meat fresh of the fire.
"So, how was that?" Solomon asked, being not just a small bit smug at his handy-work.
"I-I... Lad, I don't know what you did to that weapon of yours, but you keep it. It won't do it any good by gathering dust in my shop." Solomon was taken aback by this. He didn't want to have used Alvor's metal and forge and not give anything in return for it.
"I can't do that Alvor, I've used your resources to make this. I need to give you something in return for you time and metal." Alvor looked on to Solomon, the man was too honorable for his own good for a land such as this.
"Well, do you have any other weapons that you don't want? I'll take those off your hands and you can keep that there... whatever that things is." while grateful for the offer, Solomon had no other weapons to give, then he remembered the crude mace he'd picked up in the cave.
"Well, I have this mace, but it's a bit crude and I don't think that it would be very good to sell." Alvor looked over the mace, he wasn't wrong it was crude but it had a sort of ruggedness to it that gave it a charm of sorts.
"Nah, lad, with this and you going off to tell the jarl about the dragon, I think we've got everything cut rather even. Now, it's almost dusk, you're welcome to stay with us for another night if you wish but I get the feeling that you're probably going to head off into the road." Alvor wasn't wrong, he needed to get going, having wasted most of the day here and the more time wasted, the more time that dragon had to terrorize the people of Skyrim. Solomon said his goodbyes to Alvor and went off, with a new weapon in hand or rather, in his Bag of Holding he was lucky enough to have had brought this with him went he was dragged here. He took his new weapon, tucked into the bag where it was safely kept and went on his way.
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It took about an hour from Riverwood to start seeing Whiterun, atop it's hill, it was quite the sight. Over past the river and a place called the Honningbrew Meadery, he could see off in the distance what looked like a battle. Thanks to his celestial blood, Solomon had the ability to see in the dark, though only in black and white and not for very far but it was enough to see what he took to be a hill giant fighting against three warriors. Three against a thing that size, they would get crushed by it. He needed to help them so he sprinted like the wind towards them, and took out his new weapon, which he still hadn't named yet, and charged at the foe.
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"Damm this thing won't die, will it." Aela, the archer said as she put another shaft into it's body. Her fellows were a gruff looking man wielding a great-sword of expert quality and a lightly armoured woman, sword and shield in hands.
"Come on and die." Farkas, the gruff man said as he brought his blade down, striking the giant's massive club. The shock from the blow knocked him to his back-side.
"Farkas!" The archer woman said as the lightly armoured woman ran to intercept the giant as the archer moved to aid her fallen comrade. The giant was quicker, however and moved to crush the man with his massive club when out of the blue came a golden clad warrior, wielding an odd weapon, and slammed into the giant with such force, it sent him toppling to the ground.
The three warriors were dumb-struck by this, to see some passer by just be able to tackle down a giant was something for the songs. This warrior then proceeded to wrestle with the giant until he was knocked off of him. As the two fought on, Ria, the lightly armoured woman, took hold of Farkas and watched together this stranger fight against the single handed, and hold his own well against, a giant that was giving the three of them trouble.
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Solomon gave as good as he got from the giant, crashing his weapon against the giant's own and manoeuvring to get in a good hit against it. Finally, with a good solid slam against the giant's club, which broke in two as a result, Solomon delivered a mighty slash across the giant's chest. At first the giant limbed a bit looking like it still had some fight left in it but then it fell to its knees and finally it fell, Solomon had slain the giant, almost all by himself.
"By Ysgramor, that was impressive. You handle yourself well, very well in-fact. You'd be an excellent Shield-Brother." the Archer woman told Solomon as she joined her fellow warriors. Solomon wasn't sure what a Shield-Brother was but Hadvar had said that The Companions were stationed in Whiterun, perhaps they were them.
"Thank you, and by any chance, are you the Companions?" Solomon asked. The three warriors looked at him with now small amount of pride at the mention of the honoured warriors of Ysgramor.
"Yes, we are. I'm Aela, the big lug is Farkas and the shield-maiden with him is Ria, our newest recruit. Seeing as you know of us then take my advice and join us, be a Companion." The archer woman told Solomon. Solomon could hardly believe it, by the way Hadvar and Alvor had gone on about them, he had imaged someone like Solomon to be unworthy of the honour of joining, by Hadvar's account anyways, the oldest order of warriors in all of Tamriel.
"Thanks for the offer but I'm busy with some errands for Riverwood."
"Fair enough but if you so choose to change your mind, talk to Kodlak Whitemane. The old man has an eye for talent. By the way, we never got your name, friend." Solomon had been so busy with the giant that he never properly introduced himself.
"My apologizes friends, I am Sir Solomon Ariel, Son of Ariel, I am a Knight of..." Solomon realized that he couldn't say the Heavens Undivided because they don't exists here, he would have to come with a way of phrasing it without lying, for that was against his code.
"A knight of what? Speak up friend, we haven't got all night."
"A Knight of God-Sworn oath, ma'am." Solomon blushed a bit from that, it wasn't in his nature to not tell the whole truth of things. He felt bad the one time he needed to do it in order to uncover evidence of a duke in Baldur's Gate trying to sabotage the city's guards by proving they couldn't do their job.
"Well, Sir Solomon Ariel, Son of Ariel, I thank you for your help, if there is anyway in the future we can help, we shall." And with that the three Companions went of to Jorrvaskr, thier mead-hall in the city. Solomon walked a bit behind, not wanting to disturb any conversations they were having, more than likely about him.
When they reached the gates, the guards let the three through no problems. Solomon did not have this luxury, however.
"Halt, city's closed with the dragons about. Official business only." one of the guards told him.
"Yes it's about that, Riverwood calls for aid against the dragons, one passed by yesterday over the barrow. We think it might be in there but we're not sure."
"Riverwood's in danger too, You'd better go on in, The jarl's plaice is in Dragonsreach, just at the top of the hill." the guard moved aside at opened the gates for Solomon.
And so it begins in earnest now doesn't it. Yes it does. With another chapter done I have a bonus for everyone. I want to hear the best name for Solomon's new weapon. Leave your suggestions in the comments and I'll pick the one best suited for it, and even give a shout out at the end of the next chapter.
