Author's Note: Hellooooo! How're you everyone! I'm glad you're all doing just fine! I'm pleased to announce that the First Chapter of Bloodskal is now up and ready! Though before I begin, there are a few things I need to clarify a few things for this story before we begin:
I will be doing a Modded Playthrough while writing this story, it's mostly to emphasize the lore that I put into the backstory of Ormr and the Bloodskal Clan. I will list a few of my mods in the final part of this Author's Note.
While I will try to stick to the game Mechanics as best as I can, this is my Fanfiction, so I'm going to modify it as best as i can to try and get everything I can to work. If you find anything you don't understand, feel free to ask me in an Author's Note, but I won't be delving too deep into how I am doing all this for now. Just chalk it up to "Shenanigans" until I can clarify what is going on later on in the story.
Thanks in large part to the Youtubers known as FudgeMuppet, Avarti, and Shoddycast, I will be using the videos they have on Skyrim and the Elder Scrolls to help me work some things out in the story, like how Delphine is an Idiot, and other things.
These are a few of the Mods I am using for the playthrough that I'm basing this story off of. They are as follows:
Ars Metallica, which will allow me to convert all the unenchanted loot I find into materials for crafting, which I can see Ormr doing normally, being the Mad Genius that he is. Plus it will let me create money and lockpicks!
Better Bloodskal Blade: Basically allowing me to properly hone the Bloodskal Blade
Expanded Crossbow Pack: Gotta Get that Dragonbone Crossbow when I can get it!
Dragon's Den: A hidden home for Ormr to work his craft in private! Yes please!
Unofficial Skyrim Patch PS4: Always need better graphics
Smithing and Enchanting at Start: Fits well with Ormr's backstory of being a Bloodskal, and a relative (or a Descendant, haven't decided yet) of the MadGod Sheogorath
Unlimited Sprinting: Gotta go Fast!
Faster Leveling: I picked this one up be for I got Smithing and Enchanting at Start, I shall deactivate it soon
Stump Stash: I needed this way ahead of the start, and I'm glad I uploaded it!
Cooking, Brewing, And Alchemy Mod: I want to be a Brewmaster in Real life, and this provides me with a bit of that passion, as well as allows me to do something I wanted to do in the game, Brew Alcohol! Also, it fits in with something that will appear in this chapter!
Anyway I think that is everything I needed to say, so everyone enjoy the first chapter of Bloodskal: Unwillingly Prisoner, and don't forget to Follow, Favorite, and Review! Catch ya on the Flipside! DOV-AH-KIIN!
Chapter 1: Unwilling Prisoner
On the Road to Helgen, 17th of Last Seed, 4E 201
Vision blurry... A pain in his head… His hands bound, and the air frigid against his skin… Ormr wakes up shaking his head as he groans, looking around, to which, frantically, he begins to move his bound hands up and down his chest, and feels what should be there is there in his shirt, a sigh of relief flowing from his mouth. "Hey, you there! Finally awake?"
"Huh?" Ormr asks, looking at a man dressed in blue trimmed armor. "Who are you?" Ormr asks.
"I'm Ralof of Riverwood, a member of the Stormcloaks!" Ralof says, looking at him, "You were trying to cross the border, and walked right into that Imperial Ambush, same as us, and that Thief over there!" They look to the thief who is bound as well, dressed in roughspun garments.
"Damn you, Stormcloaks… Skyrim was fine until you came along. The empire was nice and lazy! If they hadn't been looking for you, I'd have stolen that Horse and been halfway to Hammerfell!" He then looks to Ormr a look of desperation in his eyes, "You there! You and me - we shouldn't be here! It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants!"
"We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, Thief!" Ralof says.
"Shut up back there!" An Imperial soldier shouts to them.
"What's wrong with him, huh?" The Thief asks.
"Watch your tongue! You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the True High King!"
"Ulfric Stormcloak, the Jarl of Windhelm?" Ormr asks, his eyes widening, but as he opens his mouth to say something, as Ralof notices that Ormr has a look of shock and excitement in his eyes.
"You're the leader of the Rebellion!" The Thief says, "But if they've captured you…! Oh Gods, where are they taking us!?"
"I don't know where we're going but Sovngarde awaits…" Ralof says.
"Jarl Ulfric…!" Ormr says, to which the Jarl looks at the man next to him. "Waan mu filok nol daar kendov, Zu'u lost frahzogin fah hi tol hi fen laan wah hon! (If we escape from these warriors, I have information for you that you will want to hear)" Jarl Ulfric looks at Ormr, shocked hearing the Dragon Tongue from a person he has met before. To answer this, the Jarl raises his hand and starts carving runes in the air with his thumb rapidly, to which Ormr reads, and looks to him. "My family descends from one of the Dragon Priests of the Merethic Era! We learned how to speak Dovahzul but never pursued the Art of the Thu'um!" Ormr explains, to which Ulfric begins air writing more, asking another question, "I can read, write, and speak Dovahzul, Daedric, and High Elven!" Ulfric writes one more time and Ormr smiles, "I can't tell you if we're all dead, and the information is sensitive, I can't let anyone else hear it except you and one other person I trust… Please believe me, Jarl Ulfric, I care more about Skyrim's future than you realize, especially after what the Thalmor did to my Clan… I am unsure whether to take sides with the Empire or the Sons of Skyrim, but no matter which side I take, I will always stand against the Thalmor." They soon begin to approach some shapes hidden in the fog banks and Ralof looks to the Thief.
"Hey, what village are you from, Horse Thief?"
"Why do you care?"
"A Nord's Last Thoughts, should be of Home…"
"Rorikstead… I'm… I'm from Rorikstead…"
"General Tulius, sir, the Headsman is waiting!" A soldier calls out.
"Good let's get this over with!" General Tullius calls out from nearby. To which they ride past him, and Ormr glares as he sees the robes of the Thalmor.
"Look at him, General Tulius, the Military Governor… And it looks like the Thalmor are with him! Damn Elves! I bet they have something to do with this!" Ralof says, but then looks at the fortress around them. "This is Helgen… I used to be sweet on a girl from here… I wonder if Vilod is still making the mead with Juniper berries mixed in… Funny… When I was a boy, Imperial Walls and Towers used to make me feel so safe…"
"Ralof…" Ormr says, "If by some miracle we get out of here… Then I want to share one drink with you, no matter what side of the war I fall on!" Ormr smiles at Ralof, who looks at him stunned, "I created a mead recipe that I would like to get your opinion…"
"I would be honored, Kinsman…" Ralof says, to which the carriage slowly pulls to a stop.
"Why are we stopping?" The Thief asks.
"Why do you think? It's the end of the Line…" Ralof says, then looks to Ormr, "Let's go, we shouldn't keep the Gods waiting for us!"
"No! Wait! We're not rebels!" The Thief says, desperately.
"Face your death with some courage, thief!"
"You've got to tell them, we're not with you! This is a mistake!" The Horse Thief says.
"Step towards the Block when we call your name! One at a time!" The Captain calls out.
"The Empire loves their damn lists…" Ralof says, sighing.
"Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm!" A Soldier says.
"It has been an honor, Jarl Ulfric…!" Ralof says as Ulfric makes his way towards the block
"Ralof of Riverwood!" Ralof does so as well.
"Lokir of Rorikstead!"
"No! I'm not a rebel! You can't do this!" Lokir shouts.
"Halt!" The Captain calls out as Lokir runs.
"You're not going to kill me!"
"ARCHERS!" An Archer places an arrow through Lokir's back piercing his heart. "Anyone else feel like running?"
"Wait…! You there… Step forward!" The Soldier says, "Ormr Bloodskal? What are you doing here!?"
"You know him?"
"Yes, he's Legate Rikke's younger brother, adopted after his clan was killed in the Great War!" Hadvar says, "I've only seen him a couple times, but he's an Imperial Loyalist!" He looks to Ormr, "Shor's Bones! You picked a bad time to come home to Skyrim, Kinsman! What are you doing here!?"
"Wait... Hadvar!? Stendarr's Mercy, am I glad to see you!" Ormr says, "I was actually crossing the border to deliver special information that I had intercepted from Stormcloak Spies that were near the border, and I was on my way to deliver it to my sister…! I have the information in my shirt!"
"May I see it?"
"Unfortunately it has very sensitive information inside that only General Tullius and Legate Rikke need to see. As much as I trust you, Hadvar, I need to ensure it gets into their hands directly!"
"I can understand that…" Hadvar says, "Normally, since I know who you are and where your loyalties lie, I would ask my superiors to let you go, but given the circumstances, they make the final decision on that… Captain… What do we do? He's not on the list!"
"Forget the list, he goes to the Block!" The Captain says, to which Hadvar and Ormr look at her shocked. "I don't trust this Nord one bit… You're an exception because I know you!"
"By your orders… Captain…" Hadvar says the last part of that sentence with venom. "I'm sorry… At least you'll die here in your Homeland…" Hadvar says, to which Ormr nods, solemnly and pushes the book up out of his shirt and clumsily passes it on to Hadvar.
"Tell Rikke… That I'm sorry I couldn't bring it to her myself… And no matter what you do, don't open it!" Ormr says, looking at him with a look of desperation. "It has to get to my sister and General Tullius!"
"Alright then… Follow the Captain… Prisoner…" Hadvar says as he puts the book in his bag, to which Ormr nods and follows the Imperial Captain, whilst speaking a faint prayer to the two gods he worships, hoping they are listening.
"Ulfric Stormcloak… Some here in Helgen call you a hero! But a hero doesn't use a power like the Voice to murder his King and usurp his throne!" General Tullius says, looking directly into his eyes as Ulfric growls. "You started this war and plunged Skyrim into Chaos! Now the Empire is going to put you down and restore the Peace!" That is when they hear a roar in the distance, everyone looking up to hear it.
"What was that?" Hadvar asks.
"It's nothing…" General Tullius says, sighing, "Carry on…" General Tullius looks to the side and sees Ormr, seeing the boy look directly into his eyes, in which the hardened general feels a sense of nostalgia hit him as he looks into those completely black eyes, eyes that are as black as everlasting darkness, and hide the madness that are contained with in, and an anger towards the world, and a boy's desperate cry for help. He shakes off that feeling, and begins to walk away.
"Yes, General Tullius!" The Imperial Captain says, "Give them their last rites!" She says to a Priestess of Arkay as she steps forward.
"As we commend your souls to Aetherius, blessings of the Eight Divines upon you, for you are the Salt and Earth of Nirn, our Beloved…"
"For the Love of Talos, shut up and let's get this over with!" A Stormcloak Soldier says, stepping towards the block.
"As you wish…"
"Come on, I haven't got all morning!" The Soldier says as he is forced to his knees and his head rests against the Block. "My Ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials! Can you say the same!?" The Headsman decapitates him with one fell swoop, and his body is knocked to the side as one of the Female Stormcloaks sheds tears for the one she loves.
"YOU IMPERIAL BASTARDS!"
"JUSTICE!"
"DEATH TO THE STORMCLOAKS!"
"As fearless in death, as he was in life…" Ralof says, as the female Stormcloak loses he will and begins to weep before everyone, Ralof looking at her with sympathy, knowing the two were lovers.
"Next the Nord in the Rags!" The roar comes again and fades just as quickly.
"There it is again! Did you hear that?"
"I said, Next PRISONER!"
"To the block, Ormr, nice and easy…" Hadvar says, defeated.
'Ormr…?' General Tullius thinks, looking to the Nord as he walks to the block, and is forced to his knees. 'Wait… A Nord with completely black eyes, hair like ebony… And a scar running down his left eye…' Tullius then remembers seeing a little boy with similar features, with a fresh variant of that scar…
"I wish I could've seen you one last time, big sister Rikke…" Ormr says, as his head is forced onto the block. General Tullius then remembers Rikke, as a younger woman, taking that boy home and helping to raise him as her younger brother, and meeting the boy to check up on him, and remembering something on his hand, a ring made of gold with a diamond upon it, roughly made but with the highest quality materials, and he looks at the writing on the band, the words translate from Dovahzul to "Thank You"
'NO!' The General says, and is about to move as the Headsman takes his position, but then his attention is drawn away as the roar is now closer and nearby, and he sees a shape in the distance. "WHAT IN OBLIVION IS THAT!?"
"Sentries! What do you see!?"
"It's in the Clouds!"
"Alduin…!" Ormr says, the Old Books having shown the image of the King of the Dragons.
"DRAGON!" A Stormcloak shouts as the World Eater shouts loudly, and sends his roar to cause the skies to turn red whilst meteors fall from the sky. The Beast then turns to Ormr, looking directly into his eyes, and Ormr can see only hatred in them.
"FUS…! RO-DAAAAH!" The dragon shouts, sending Ormr flying to the side. General Tullius barely recovers as he sees Ormr thrown, and is quickly picked up by a Stormcloak Soldier and taken to a nearby tower.
"GUARDS, GET THE TOWNSPEOPLE TO SAFETY!" General Tullius calls out, knowing he can worry about Ormr later. Inside the tower, Ormr growls as he and the Stormcloaks catch their breaths.
"Jarl Ulfric! What was that thing!? Could the legends be true!?"
"Legends don't burn down villages…" Ulfric says as he takes off his gag. "We need to move now!"
"Up through the tower, let's go!" Ralof says, leading Ormr up, to which they see someone at the rubble.
"Hey! Give me a hand here! We just need to clear some of this rubble out of the way to get through!" The Stormcloak soldier says, but then Ormr feels something.
"LOOK OUT!" Ormr shouts, but not a moment later, did the dragon's head punch through the wall.
"YOL! TOOR-SHUUUUL!" The Dragon shouts before fleeing and they all get to the top. Ormr, noticing some Dragonfire still left on the floor, reaches for it to burn the ropes off. The Heat of the Flames is near unbearable, but it breaks his hands free, and he pulls the ropes apart.
"See the Inn on the other side?" Ralof says, pointing down to the Inn below them. "Jump through the roof and get going! Go! We'll follow when we can!" Ormr, seeing no other option, jumps down, and runs through the ruined in and lands on the bottom floor, to where a man is lying on the ground, injured, whilst a boy tries to pick up his father.
"Haming! You need to get over here now!" Hadvar shouts, to which the boy hears a few last words from his father, before running away. Ormr, looking at the boy, seeing the distress and sorrow on his face, remembers the look on his own face, and rushes towards the man, growling as he channels his Restoration Magic in both hands. "That a boy! You're doing great!" He then looks as the dragon lands, the man smiling at his son. "Torolf !"
"That's it son… Make me proud…" The dying nord says, to which Ormr runs past Hadvar, and growls as he gets in front of the man.
"GODS! EVERYONE GET BACK!"
"YOL! TOOR-SHUUUUL!" The Dragon shouts as Ormr puts forth his best effort and utilizes a Lesser Ward, the only other Restoration Spell he knows. The Ward struggles to maintain itself as the breath rages, Ormr screaming in agony as his ward badly cracks and begins to give way, but it holds as Ormr takes Minor Burns from the fire breath. Alduin flies away, despite being angered with his quarry, he is thoroughly impressed his spell managed to barely hold against his full powered shout. Ormr groans as he falls to his knees, but channels his Healing spell to recover some of the strength he lost, but then brings Torolf to Gunnar and Haming as best as he can, the old warrior giving the wounded man a healing potion.
"That was reckless, Ormr! Well, if you want to stay alive, keep close to me! Gunnar, take care of these two! I need to find General Tullius and join the defense!"
"Gods guide you, Hadvar!"
"Wait…!" Haming says, looking Ormr. "Thank you for saving my father!"
"It is no trouble!" Ormr says, and he leaves with the Imperial Soldier as they make their way to where the General is.
"Hadvar! Into the Keep, Soldier, we're leaving!"
"It's you and me, Ormr! Stay close!" The two of them making it to the Keep as fast as they can, only to run into someone they didn't expect. "Ralof! You damned traitor, OUT OF MY WAY!"
"We're escaping, Hadvar! You're not stopping us this time!"
"Grah! Fine, I hope that dragon takes you all to Sovngarde!" Hadvar says, in which both Ralof and Hadvar call to Ormr, and he tries to make a choice between the two, but then he smirks at Ralof.
"I'll see you at the nearest Inn, Ralof! Remind me that I owe you a drink!" Ormr says, friendly, before rushing towards Hadvar. Ralof looks at Ormr, stunned that he would say that, but then guesses that the two of them know each other, and that Ralof only just met this man today, so he simply accepts what fate has written. Once inside, Ormr pants as he falls to his hands and knees, and rubs his wrists. Hadvar pants as they get inside, and looks at Ormr.
"Looks like we're the only ones who made it… Was that really a Dragon, the Bringers of the End Times?" Hadvar says.
"Without a doubt, and that was no ordinary dragon…" Ormr says.
"What do you mean?"
"I am Bloodskal, remember? We made sure to record everything we could since the Merethic Era, and I had seen depictions of that dragon… That was Alduin… The World Eater…" Ormr says, reminding Hadvar, "If he's back, that can only mean one thing… The End of the World is at hand, and a new Dragonborn is about to be discovered in this World…"
"A Dragonborn?" Hadvar says, "So you mean we're safe…?"
"If he isn't found and killed by Alduin first, then there is a chance we may be able to fight him!" Ormr says, to which Hadvar notices his hands.
"How'd you manage to get your bindings off?"
"Dragonfire burns hotter than normal flames, I used some of the flames Alduin breathed to burn my bindings away!" Ormr says, "Anyway, I think we should probably keep going!"
"Right… There should be some armor and weapons around here somewhere! Take a look around!"
"Right!" Ormr says, and finds a chest with some Light Imperial Armor in it and slips into it. "Not my first choice, but I'll take what I can get…" He looks around, "Do you know if there's a Greatsword around here?"
"No, sorry, I think you might have to pick one up in the dungeons below!" Hadvar says, "Let's get going!"
"Right…" Ormr says as he takes both Iron Swords and decides to dual wield them until he can find a blade that suits his tastes more. While he does use magic, he prefers the feel of a greatsword in his hands any day. The two begin to make their way through the Keep, finding themselves in a small foyer, where a pair of Stormcloak Soldiers are resting from running for their lives.
"Hear that? Stormcloaks, maybe we can reason with them…" Hadvar says as he opens the door. "Hold on now, we just want to talk!"
"Die Imperials! The woman shouts as she draws her greatsword, Ormr smirking as he spots the weapon he is looking for, and charges for her, clashing his blades with her large one, whilst Hadvar takes on their other opponent. Blocking attack after attack, Ormr drops one of his blades and aims Flames for the face of the Imperial Woman, roasting her brain in her skull. Hadvar finishes up quickly, and Ormr picks up the Iron Sword with a smile on his face, Hadvar seeing the menacing smile the Bloodskal holds.
"You know you look rather terrifying with that face…"
"Do I?" Ormr asks, smiling as he takes the straps from the woman and ties the sword to his back, following Hadvar as close as the can through the building that is collapsing because of the World Eater, eventually, the two of them travel into the caverns that lead out into the world beyond Helgen. However, as they exit, Hadvar pulls Ormr to the side as Alduin flies overhead and past the two of them.
"Get down!" Hadvar says. They look out to see Alduin flying away, and Ormr just can't help but feel like this isn't the last time he has seen the World Eater, and if his family's records are right, dragons in general. "Looks like he's gone for good this time… But I don't think we should stick around to see if he comes back!" He looks to Ormr as he begins to walk. "The Closest town from here is Riverwood! My Uncle the Blacksmith's there. I'm sure he'll help you out! And if anything Legate Rikke has told me about you is true, I am sure he'll help you get back into shape when it comes to using the Forge and Anvil!"
"I haven't touched the Forge in a while, so I guess having a teacher help me get back into practice would certainly help!" Ormr says, following Hadvar close behind, and the two of them begin down the path that leads to Riverwood, but Ormr then trips along the path, and hits a stump. "Ah!" He then looks at the stump and sees something inside, a stash of Septims and a note, one which indicates this belongs to someone there. "Whoa!"
"You found something?" Hadvar asks, "Shor's Balls!"
"I think there's at least 30,000 Septims in here at least!"
"You lucky milkdrinker!" Hadvar says, "Well finders keepers I suppose… In any case, as far as I'm concerned, you've already earned your pardon!" He says as Ormr ties the satchel onto his belt. "But until we can get that confirmed by General Tullius, just avoid any Imperial Soldiers, okay?"
"No promises there! I still need to get to my sister!" Ormr says, looking at Hadvar, "Speaking of which, I would like my book back!"
"Yeah, considering you're no longer going to be executed, I see no harm in it!" Hadvar says, taking out the book and handing it back to Ormr, who smiles as he slips it into his inventory and continues on until they see a ruin at the top of the mountain. "See that ruin up there… That's Bleak Falls Barrow… When I was a boy, the damn place used to give me nightmares… Draugr coming down from the mountain to take me from my home. That kind of thing! I admit, i still don't like the look of the place!"
"Wait…" Ormr says, stopping Hadvar from going any further. "Do you smell that?"
"Smell what?" Hadvar says as Ormr sniffs the air loudly.
"I smell an adventure waiting to happen!" Ormr says, smiling.
"Oh that's right… Legate Rikke always said you were a trouble maker… Always trying to get into things that didn't belong to you…" Hadvar says.
"Hey!" Ormr says, "I'm offended!" Hadvar simply laughs at this as the two continue to make their way down the road and within minutes, come across a sight that has Hadvar smirking. "What are these?"
"These are the Guardian Stones, 3 of the 13 Ancient Standing Stones that dot Skyrim's Landscape! Taking on one of these will grant you power you never knew!" Hadvar says, "Go ahead! See for yourself!"
"Hmmm…" Ormr says, stepping before the stones, and then places a hand on his chin, and thinks carefully. 'I was born on the 23rd of First Seed, 27 years ago… And on that day, the Serpent was attacking the Lord… If it had been any other year, I would've been born under the Lord Constellation… And the Lord is protected by…" Ormr thinks, raising his right hand as he touches one of the stones. 'The Warrior!'
"The Warrior…! Good! I knew you shouldn't have been on that cart the moment I laid eyes on you!" Hadvar says, "Despite your reputation, your sister has always said you had talent with a blade and she had to purchase locks for you to fiddle with from the blacksmiths back in Cyrodiil!"
"Bloodskal! Puzzles are one of my family's favorite pastimes!" Ormr says, smiling. "Still I was born under the Lord Constellation, if the Serpent hadn't been stalking me that day, I would've been born with that Sign."
"Serpent? Well that explains your completely black eyes then! I heard that those whose signs were attacked by the Serpent would be afflicted by the Lightless Eyes!" Hadvar says, "Well, let's get going!" Ormr rushes off the altar of the Guardian Stones and follows after Hadvar as they head down the path. "Hey, if you're up for it, you should join the Imperial Legion! I have a feeling you could really make a difference! And the Legion is always looking for good soldiers to fight!"
"I'll consider it after I give my report to General Tullius and my sister!" Ormr says, the two of them coming across Riverwood, and giving Hadvar's uncle a brief rundown of the situation, before being asked to inform Jarl Balgruuf of what is going on with the Dragons. "I'll see what I can do to get this message to the Jarl!" Ormr says, "However, do you know if there is a messenger in town? I need to send a letter off to my sister and General Tullius!"
"I think I know a courier! He's currently taking a rest at the Sleeping Giant Inn! If you can catch him before he leaves, I'm sure he'll help you!" Alvor says, smiling at him. "I have some ink, pen, and parchment on the table over there! Quickly write your letter and then send it off with a few Septims for the Courier!" Ormr nods, and then sits down at a nearby table and begins to jot down what he needs to tell his sister. It takes him a few minutes but he gets everything he needs to say down, signs his name, and then seals the letter before rushing to the Sleeping Giant Inn. Looking around, he notices a man, dressed in modest clothes with a hat on his head, and Ormr smiles as he walks over to him.
"Excuse me, are you a Courier?" Ormr asks.
"Yes, I am! You got a letter to deliver?"
"Yes, how much to deliver?"
"Depends on the Hold!"
"I've got a letter for my sister, Legate Rikke of the Imperial Legion! Can you get this to where the Imperial Legion is based out at?"
"You mean Solitude, in Haafingar Hold? Sure! It will run you about 20 Septims! Roads there have been dangerous lately!"
"Here…!" Ormr says, handing him 40. "I also need you to run a second letter to Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak in Windhelm!"
"Alright then! I've got to go then!" The Courier says, running as fast as he can.
"Hey!" A familiar voice calls out as Ralof enters the Sleeping Giant Inn, "You owe me a mead!"
"That I do, Ralof!" Ormr says.
"Hey, Ormr!" Hadvar says, walking in, but then the two Nords glare at each other, Ormr getting between them and placing his hands on their chests, causing their muscles to seize up, and hold them in place.
"Don't fight you two… We've both had a rough day, so for one day, no spilling blood!" Ormr says.
"I agree with Snake-Eyes there!" The owner of the Sleeping Giant Inn says, "I suggest you both get some mead and food in your bellies before you cause any trouble!" The two men come out of their Paralysis, and grumble as they sit at the bar with Ormr, who purchases several bottles of Honningbrew Mead.
Ten minutes later...
"MMM!" Ormr says, drinking the mead. "This is delicious!"
"I know, right?" Hadvar says, smirking as Ralof laughs loudly. "Man this feels like old times…"
"Yes… Back in the day before the Rebellion, the two of us used to get into a lot of trouble!" Ralof says, smiling. "So, Ormr, mind telling us what you were doing, trying to cross the border?"
"I'd rather not speak of it right now… Let's just say…"
19th of Last Seed, 4E 201
Rikker sits in the Winking Skeever, having arrived in Windhelm just yesterday after catching up with General Tullius, and what she was told by the General was disheartening… Her little brother… Ormr Bloodskal… Was in Skyrim, and thanks to a Dragon he just barely avoided being beheaded. She had warned him over and over again to stay in Cyrodiil, but it seems that, like her, he is still a stubborn Nord. From what the General told her, Ormr was more than likely still alive, thanks to her subordinate, Hadvar, having escaped Helgen with him. Despite this, her nerves were shot as she knew her little brother could be doing Shor knows what right about now and getting himself into trouble. However, a Smirk spreads across her face as she thinks about the little boy who had come to grow attached to her after she and her parents adopted him into the family. However, her thoughts are interrupted when a Courier rushes over to her. "I've been looking for you! I've got something to deliver, your eyes only!" The Courier says, looking to the Legate. "Let's see here… Oh that's right, a letter from one Ormr Bloodskal, claiming to be your little brother! Looks like that's it, got to go!"
Rikke takes the letter and then quickly opens it, her eyes scanning the text within and then her eyes go wide with horror and she rushes to Castle Dour. "GENERAAAAL!" Rikke says, rushing into the General's war room. "You need to see this!" The General takes the letter from Rikke and reads what is inside.
Meanwhile, in Windhelm
Jarl Ulfric sits on his throne, having woke up from the nightmares that are plaguing his mind, nightmares of the tortures that the Elves had put him through, their spells digging deep into his head, the blades and whips cutting into his skin. He can barely think nowadays or even look at an elf without seeing the tortures he went through. In truth, Ulfric has nothing against the Elves, it is the Thalmor that have earned his wrath, but seeing any elf has caused him to have terrible flashbacks to the trauma he had undergone. Galmar Stonefist tries to rouse his Jarl from his trauma, but that is when they are interrupted, and see a courier rushing in, "I've been looking for you! I've got something to deliver, your eyes only!" The Courier says, looking at the Jarl. "Let's see here… Ah a Letter from one Ormr Bloodskal! Said you'd know what was written inside would mean! Looks like that is it, got to go!" He hands the letter to Galmar Stonefist, to which the Jarl opens the letter and reads it closely, seeing only a small line of text that is part riddle.
When the Wolf and Bear cause Skyrim to run red with blood, and the Dragon's eyes are blinded by their rage, the Golden Knives cloaked in Black shall reveal their string laced hands, razing the Snow Tower by it's Foundations.
Author's Note: Finally got this chapter done! Man this was a bit of a rough one! I had a hard time trying to keep with the story and instead just skipping over some stuff! Anyway I think I managed to get everything done that I needed to! I hope you guys liked it! BTW I Play special edition on the PS4, so the amount of mods i have are much more limited than Xbox 1 or PC, but in any case, I'm glad I'm going to be able to do this series. And when Baldur's Gate 3 Comes out, you can bet your butts that I'll start working on my Role the Dice Series using my Baldur's Gate Character! Anyway, I think that is enough out of me! Be sure to Follow, Favorite, and Review this story, and be sure to Follow and Favorite me here on Fanfiction, and if you have any questions, send me a PM and I'll answer to the best of my abilities! Anyway, Catch ya on the Flipside! DOV-AH-KIIN!