Skyrim: Legend of the Dovahkiin
Acceptance 8
Ria let out a long, tired sigh as she yanked her blade out of the skull of an Argonian bandit. It had been at least an hour or so since the Harbinger had agreed to retrieve Lucan's Golden Claw from a group of criminals that had stolen it a day prior.
As it was still daytime when they departed, getting to the barrow was no challenge, but getting in had taken some effort. The band of criminals were spread throughout the burial grounds, both inside and out. Ria and the Harbinger managed to fight their way through the barrow, thankfully sustaining almost no wounds of their own in the process. At least for the moment.
They delved even further into the ancient burial site until they came upon yet another group of bandits who were attempting to open a large, reinforced metal gate, and quickly dispatched the brigands.
"I wonder, do you think these guys are from the same group of bandits we fought in Riverwood?" Ria asked.
The Harbinger shook his head. "Unlikely. If these lot were a part of Hajvaar's group they'd have already made off with whatever treasure they found in this place long ago, assuming they weren't killed by whatever calls this barrow home. Besides, Lucan mentioned that his… claw, was stolen the day after Hajvaar and his men raided the town. How he managed to hide the thing from the brigands for so long is a mystery in itself."
"Well, now what do we do about that?" Ria said as she gestured to the iron gate in front of them.
"Simple, solve the puzzle."
The Imperial furrowed her brow in confusion. "Puzzle?"
"Indeed. The ancient Nords were notorious for incorporating puzzles into any piece of architecture they built, so as to protect the treasures and secrets they held from would be grave-robbers and plunderers. Look," the young Nord pointed over to what appeared to be drawings of animals. "The two images on the top look like a snake and some kind of sea animal, and the one near the lever also resembles a snake."
"I see," Ria said as her eyes widened in realization. "So we have to match those spinning totems with the images on the walls."
"Correct. Now, let's get to it."
The duo quickly changed the pattern of the totems and pulled on the lever, opening the ancient portal. The two Companions pressed forward, descending down the winding staircase though yet another tunnel. As they ventured forward, the Harbinger heard a faint noise. His eyes narrowed at the sound and he drew one of his swords. Ria followed suit, pulling her blade from its scabbard.
"Is something wrong, Harbinger?" the Imperial inquired.
The young Nord went silent for ten seconds before he finally responded. "Steel yourself, Ria," he told her, his tone devoid of any kind of emotion. "I don't know what lies ahead, but if you want to survive, keep your guard up at all times."
"Got it." Ria gripped her sword and shield tighter as they trudged onward.
The Harbinger was impressed with the girl's nerve. Most newbie warriors would have outright lost their calm demeanor and flew into a state of overwhelming fear, something he was used to seeing. Ria remained calm and focused, her mind fixed only on the task at hand. The young leader smirked, he hadn't been this impressed with someone in a long while.
The Harbinger's brow furrowed. There it was again, that damn noise. Was it real, or was he just hearing things? Ria didn't give any indication that she'd heard it either, as she remained silent. The noise again found its way to the Harbinger's ear, this time a lot clearer.
"Did you hear that?" Ria suddenly asked.
"Yeah. Sounded like… panicked shouting."
"You think someone's in trouble?"
The Harbinger shrugged. "Sounds like it. Come on."
The Companions moved through the tunnel at a faster, but cautious pace, taking care not to trigger any traps that may have been active. As they descended further into the barrow, the two warriors could pick up the noise more clearly than they had before. It was definitely panicked shouting and cries for help. Someone was in trouble.
The duo broke into a full sprint, barreling through the ancient tunnel, their previously cautious nature all but abandoned. They arrived in a large antechamber, the last room before the burial chambers. After a quick glance around the place, the Harbinger immediately drew his second blade. Ria gave the young swordsman a curious look before she finally took notice of their surroundings.
Spider webs. Giant spider webs covered the entire chamber, and nearly everything inside it. On the opposite end, held firmly in place, was a male Dunmer.
Upon seeing the two warriors, the man called to them. "You two, hurry and cut me down! Quickly, before it comes back!"
The Harbinger felt a pit form in his stomach at the Elf's mention of 'it.' That could mean only one thing. Almost as if confirming the young leader's suspicions, a large, horrific looking nightmare of a spider dropped from the ceiling above them, cutting them off from both the man and the way forward.
It was easily bigger than any house they had seen in Whiterun and just as wide. Its eyes darted back and forth between the two Companions, venom dripping from its maw, forming sizzling black pools of foul liquid.
Ria and the Harbinger's grip on their weapons tightened, and they fell into a battle stance.
"Be careful, Ria," the Harbinger warned. "A spider's movement can be erratic, but predictable If you watch it closely."
The spider slowly scuttled towards them, a predatory gleam in its eyes.
"Okay," Ria started as she backed away. "What exactly do I need to watch for?"
"A frostbite spider attacks in three specific ways depending on the range of its prey. At long range it will spit out a wad of venom, blinding its prey and sending them into a state of panic before they rush in for the kill. At mid range they'll usually try to throw itself at its kill, using its size to take them down."
"And the last method?"
"At close range it'll attack with one of its front legs. Be wary, the power of those strikes alone have ended the lives of many a warrior."
Before Ria could part her lips to reply the gigantic arachnid shot forward, hissing as it moved.
"Move!" the Harbinger shouted.
The duo dove to either side of the spider, narrowly avoiding the wad of concentrated venom the thing spat at them. Rising to his feet, the Harbinger went on the offensive and slid his swords across the arachnid's abdomen. The spider let out a hiss of pain and attempted to strike the Nord with one of its back legs but found only empty air as the young warrior again dived to the side. Again, he slashed at the vile creature, and was rewarded with spray of greenish black liquid that splattered across the floor.
Bellowing a battle cry, Ria shot forward, her shield held firmly and level with her face. She lashed out, delivering blow after blow, trying to penetrate the spider's though exoskeleton. Annoyed, the insect swatted the petite Imperial to the side. Ria was lifted off her feet and thrown into a pile of broken pottery and, while the initial landing hadn't cause any serious damage, the blow from the spider had shaken something lose.
The Imperial flew into a coughing fit, blood paining the floor with each hack. She cursed herself for not being more careful. Even after the Harbinger's warning, she still managed to let herself get wounded. By a bug of all things. Ria managed, though just barley, to rise to her feet. Just moments ago, her sword and shield felt almost weightless to her, like they were a natural part of her body. Now, she could barley hold on to them.
At that moment, the spider ran at her, hell-bent on making a short meal out of the foolish girl. Ria sluggishly raised her shield in a futile attempt to repel the oncoming assault of the house sized insect. The spider sprang off the ground and threw itself at the defenseless woman.
Suddenly, a war cry that Ria could only describe as 'heroic' resounded through the chamber. From the spider's left flank, the Harbinger launched himself through the air and drove his blades through the creature's side, knocking it off course. The spider squealed and flailed its legs around in pain as the young Nord stabbed, slashed, gouged, and hacked at its side and soft underbelly. Panicking, the arachnid lashed out with a quick kick that caught the Nord in the chest, hurling him across the room.
The Harbinger slammed into one of the chamber arches and fell to the floor in a heap. While his steel armor had taken most of the damage, the sheer force of both impacts had managed to cause considerable blunt force trauma to his chest and back, no doubt leaving him with large bruises. Rising to his feet, the Harbinger charged at the heavily injured spider, ignoring the pain that surged through his body. The insect lashed out with a powerful strike with its front mandible, dead set on bludgeoning the human to a pulp.
Dodging, the Harbinger rolled underneath the overgrown arachnid and drove his twin blades into its stomach, black blood spraying and staining the floor thereafter. The Spider snarled in agony and began to sway as its legs started to buckle. Putting both his hands together, the Harbinger rammed them through the spider's underbelly and unleashed a powerful torrent of fire magic, scorching the beast from the inside out until its eyes exploded in a gory mess.
Yanking his hands free from its insides, the Harbinger rolled to the side as the spider's corpse collapsed on the ground in a charred heap, some of its legs even turning into ash. The young Nord rushed to the injured Imperials side and gently scooped her into his arms.
"Harbinger, I'm sorry. I rushed into the fight without thinking. Even after you warned me, I-" Ria flew into another bloody coughing fit..
"Be quiet," the Harbinger said. His words were hard, but held a hint of concern within them. "You've got massive internal bleeding. Stay still, this is going to hurt."
Calling fourth his strongest healing spell, the young Nord placed a hand over the area where the spider had struck the girl and let the magic wash over her body. Ria gave a small cry of pain as the healing magic began to repair her damaged insides. A minute passed before the pain finally subsided and the Harbinger pulled his hand away.
Ria looked up at the young warrior and gave a weak smile. "I didn't know you were a healer."
The Harbinger's lip twitched in amusement.
"You should be okay now, but I want you to go sit over by the shrine to regain your Barings while I go put our friend over there to question."
Ria looked over at the Dunmer who was still trapped within the spider's web, pleading with the Companions to cut him loose. Walking over to the Elf, the Harbinger crossed his arms and glared at the man.
"Where's the claw"
The Elf's brow furrowed in false confusion. "Claw? What claw? I have no idea what you're-"
"The Golden Claw, the one you stole from the general store owner in Riverwood."
"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about!" the Elf shouted, still feigning ignorance. "You've got the wrong man! You-"
Fed up with the Dunmer's lies, the Harbinger decided to try a more… delicate approach. "Listen to me," he growled as he grabbed the man by the mouth. "I've spent more time than I want in this damned barrow, my Companion is hurt and my patience is wearing thin. You had better start coming clean or I'm going to start cutting off more than these webs."
The threat seemed to loosen his tongue, and he began to sing like a bird. "The claw, yes! I know all about it! The markings, the door in the Hall of Stories. I know how they all fit together! Cut me down and I'll show you, you won't believe the treasures the Nords have hidden here."
The Harbinger stared at the trapped bandit for a moment, processing everything the man had told him. He was skeptical to say the least. He didn't trust bandits as far as he could throw them. For all he knew, the Elf could be leading him into a trap. The Harbinger quickly pushed that thought aside, no way someone as careless as this bandit could ever hope to trap him.
"So, you gonna cut me down or not?" the Dunmer practically shouted.
Flicking his wrists, the Harbinger brought his flame magic to life and began to go to work on the silky adhesive. The Elf however, was not pleased the Nord's method of freeing him.
"Hey, be careful! Watch those flames!"
"Quiet, I'm almost finished."
The Elf hit the floor with a loud thud as the last of the webbing burned away and released him from his captivity. The Harbinger stepped forward.
"Now, I want the cl-"
The Dunmer cut Nord's sentence short by bashing him across the face with one of the burial urns that littered the chamber. The Elf quickly turned on his heels and darted down the tunnel leading to the burial chambers.
"You fool, why should I share my treasure with you!" he shouted as he darted off.
Ria sprang to her feet, her earlier pain replaced by anger, as she ran to the young Nord.
"Harbinger, are you alright?"
The Nord merely nodded as he rubbed his temple. Though the scrawny Dunmer looked to have hit the young warrior with everything he had, it didn't look like he did any damage at all. Not so much as a scratch was visible upon the Nord's visage.
Ria glanced over at the tunnel entrance, anger flaring in her eyes. "I can't believe that fucking Elf would do that. Even after we saved him from being that spider's next meal! When I see that bastard I'm gonna-"
"Do nothing." the Harbinger finished.
Ria shot the Nord a confused look. "What, why? That Elf has the claw, he betrayed your kindness, he-"
"Won't be getting far," he again finished. Upon seeing her look of confusion, he elaborated on what he meant. "I knew he would pull some kind of double cross on me the moment I got him down, it wasn't difficult to see through his ruse. We don't have to worry about him making off with the claw either, the residents of the barrow will see to that."
"R-residents?" Ria stammered.
The Harbinger let a wicked grin form in the corner of his mouth. "The thing about these old crypts, the dead having trouble staying that way.
Njada made her way through the streets of Whiterun at a hurried pace, eager to return to the warmth and comfort of the Jorrvaskr mead hall. She had spent the last hour and a half helping several Whiterun guards dispatch a small group of bandits that harassing the miners at Halted Stream camp and was dying to unwind with a large plate of food, good mead, and a fistfight with Athis.
She smirked at the last part on her "to do" list, wondering what she was going to say to get the Elf riled up. Njada had just made her way up the steps leading to the hall when she heard the sound of raised voices coming from the training area. By the sound of it, Aela and Vilkas were in the middle of a rather heated conversation with an unknown individual. Njada was not one to involve herself in the affairs of the other Companion members, especially members of the circle, but her curiosity got the best her.
Steeling her herself, Njada rounded the corner and casually approached the small group, giving a light nod to Vilkas and Aela. The two circle members returned the gesture before turning their attention back to the man in front of them. Njada shot the man a suspicious look. He stood clad in a dark variant of mage robes with a large shrouded hood that hung over his eyes and wore a black face mask of sorts over his lower facial region. He carried a finely crafted glass shield and steel sword upon his back, indicating he preferred melee combat over arcane duels.
Stonearm briefly glanced at the strange man before turning back to Vilkas and Aela. "I've dealt with the bandits at Halted Steam, they won't be bothering the miners or anyone else again."
Vilkas nodded, his eyes never looking away from the hooded stranger. "Good, you'll receive your pay when Aela and I are finished speaking to our… friend, here. Return to Jorrvaskr"
There was a long, tense pause as the three Companions glared at the man. Njada wanted to remain with Vilkas and the Huntress, wanted to hear what exactly the hooded stranger had to say, but Aela thought otherwise.
"Did you not hear him, whelp? Get back to Jorrvaskr, this does not concern you."
Growling, Stonearm turned on her heels and retreated to the hall. If it was one thing she hated more than being called a whelp, it was when The Circle members would pull rank on her.
The second they heard the door slam shut, the two Companions went back to putting the strange looking man to question.
"I will ask one last time, why is it you seek our Harbinger?" Vilkas asked, his tone aggressive and dark.
"As I have said before, I cannot tell you why I need to speak with him," the man answered calmly. "But I assure you, it is of the utmost importance."
The Huntress snarled, eyes flashing with anger. "You come demanding an audience with our Harbinger without giving reason as to your intent. You are either incredibly brave, or monumentally foolish. I suggest you leave this place at once, while you still can."
The hooded man shook his head. "Such hostility, is this the way the Companions treat everyone they come across?"
The two Companions merely shot the man a cold glare, and he sighed.
"Very well, I will leave. But, if it isn't too much trouble," he pulled a letter from the inside of his robe and held it out to the two warriors. "Could you at least give him this?"
Vilkas eyed the man for a moment before snatching the letter out of his hand. The hooded man gave an appreciative bow before turning on his heels heading for the steps leading to the Wind District.
"I don't trust him," Aela said flatly. "He reeks of death."
Vilkas nodded. "I know what you mean, there's something strange about him."
"I don't know what he wants with the Harbinger," Aela began. "But if I so much as see him breath in the direction of Jorrvaskr, he's a dead man."
"This is starting to get very repetitive." Ria grumbled as she slammed her sword back in its scabbard.
The Harbinger nodded. "Agreed, the constant draugr attacks are starting to get on my nerves."
After retrieving the claw from the recently deceased Arvel the Swift, as he called himself, the duo descended into the deepest reaches of the barrow, battling their way through what seemed to be hordes of the undead. Though victorious against the once proud Nordic warriors, their efforts were not without setbacks. Their progress through the barrow had been slowed considerably.
The Harbinger remembered hearing that Bleak Falls was one of, if not the smallest of the burial sites that dotted Skyrim's landscape, a fact that slightly frustrated him. He was tired. Tired of this morbid exploration, tired of the constant barrage of draugr, tired of all traps they found around every corner and tired of the pit that was forming in his stomach. If it was his choice, he would have left the barrow the moment he pried the claw out of Arvel's severed hand.
Unfortunately for him, he had already promised the Jarl he would find this Dragon Stone, or at least make an attempt. As far as he or anyone else knew, the hunk of rock may not even exist. If that was the case, then he and Ria were wasting their time on a fool's errand. The young Nord shook his head. Letting one's mind wander while exploring a crypt filled with the walking dead was a good way to get killed.
Clearing his mind of all unnecessary thoughts, the Harbinger pressed forward, Ria close behind. The two Companions continued their decent, battling their way past the seemingly limitless hordes of undead. Finally, after hours of constant fighting, they reached the doors to the inner sanctum of the crypt. The duo entered, both deliberately slow, both wary to the dangers of traps and draugr. Fortunately for them, anything that could possibly kill them was virtually non-existent.
They continued their journey through the dreary tunnel until finally, they came upon the Hall of Stories. The two warriors were in awe. They had heard about the great Hall of Stories from various books and Kodlak White-Mane himself, but to lay their own eyes upon it was… surreal. Just like the former Harbinger had described, the stories of great Nordic warriors were carved into the very walls themselves. The carvings depicted the warriors triumphing over scores of enemies, rescuing beautiful women and saving whole cities and its people.
The Harbinger allowed a smirk to cross his lips. Though he cared nothing for the history of his people or in general anything of the sort, the hall was admittedly impressive.
"It's amazing," Ria said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've never seen anything like this."
"Ria, look."
The Imperial turned attention to her right. "That door… do you think it's the same one Arvel mentioned in his journal?"
The Harbinger strode over to the large stone door and immediately began to inspect the surrounding area. If there was one thing he knew, it was that the ancient Nords always rigged doors such as these.
"Is something wrong, Harbinger" Ria asked as she approached him.
The young leader pointed down. "Look."
Looking to the floor, Ria saw a number of metal holes set in the walls and ceiling where they were situated.
The Imperial swallowed. "Okay, I'll bite. What are those?"
"Some form of trap, I'd wager. This door has very specific markings upon it, and so does this claw we got from Arvel."
Ria shrugged. "Okay, but I still don't see what that has to do with the trap underneath us."
The Harbinger sighed. "Don't any of you whelps ever use your heads? The trap is the door itself, another puzzle."
Ria took a moment to examine ancient portal, taking special note of the animal carvings. Then, realization hit her.
"I see, it's just like the iron gate we came across just before we fought that spider."
The Harbinger nodded. "Exactly, we have to place these dials on the door in the right combination to gain access into the chamber."
"Then we're out of luck," Ria huffed out. "We don't have the combination."
"Again, you're not using your head," the Harbinger pulled out the claw and held it up to the Imperial. "If what Arvel wrote in his journal is true, then the combination to the door is literally in the palm of our hands."
Ria shot the Nord a skeptical look. "Are you sure we can trust the words of a bandit?"
"I trust the words of a man who was so sure he could come up on the biggest payday of his life that he broke into an ancient Nordic crypt crawling with draugr."
"I see your point."
The Harbinger began spinning the dials, matching them with the images on the claw.
"Well, here goes."
The young Nord placed the golden key into the center of the door and turned. The room rumbled for a moment, sending small vibrations surging through the two Companions. Before long, the ancient door screeched open, revealing the long forgotten chamber. The duo slowly made their way through the small cave they'd entered, weapons drawn, eyes searching the floor for traps left behind by the ancient Nords.
Ahead of them, at the very center of the cavern, lay a large sarcophagus. Around it, various jewels, gold and other treasures neatly laid about, including a large chest. The Harbinger's gaze fell on the curved wall situated behind the ancient coffin. That was when he heard it. Strange, unfamiliar chanting. Chanting he'd never heard a day in his life, yet sounded… familiar.
He sheathed his blades and moved for the wall, enthralled by it. As he neared the ancient structure, he heard the sounds of rushing air fill his ears, the strange chanting growing ever louder.
"Harbinger, what are you doing?" Ria growled.
The young Nord pressed forward, the words of his shield sister never truly reaching his ears. The words suddenly burst out at him, probing their way into the deepest crevices of his mind, blurring his vision.
Fus!
The young Nord reeled backwards with a surprised grunt, clutching the sides of his head. Then, as quickly as it began, the chanting ended and the light faded. The Harbinger stood silent, his eyes coming back into focus.
The young Nord stood silent and unmoving, his body shaking violently. He shouldn't have known what the strange markings said, shouldn't have been able to constantly repeat the word over and over again in his head. But he knew. He knew it like he knew his own name.
And it scared him to death.
"Harbinger, what's wrong with you?" Ria all but shouted as she shook the young warrior. "Snap out of it!"
"Fus…" the Harbinger muttered.
Ria raised a confused eyebrow. "What?"
Behind them, the coffin began to rumble. Ria turned to face the ancient sarcophagus, pulling her sword from its sheath. The coffin was suddenly thrown through the air by a powerful but unseen force and exploded into pieces as it hit the floor. The event seemed to shake the Harbinger from his trance as the young Nord spun on his heels toward the tomb, swords drawn and ready to rend flesh from bone.
Rising from the ancient coffin was a large, sinister looking draugr. Unlike the other undead warriors the duo had come across, this draugr sported a darker, more powerful looking set of the ancient armor and spiked helm. On his back rested a large ancient great sword, ready to spill the blood of its master's foes. Pulling the sword off its back, the draugr lunged at them.
Ria threw her shield up, bracing for the impact. She had expected the impact to send a numbing vibration through her arm, what she didn't expect was the icy chill that froze her to the core. The Imperial quickly backpedaled away from the undead Nord, narrowly avoiding the blow aimed at her neck. Ria shook the frost from her arm and charged the corpse. She rammed her shield into the undead Nord's midsection, forcing it backwards.
Capitalizing its lack of defense the Harbinger slashed at the ancient Nord's exposed back, the razor edge of his sword cutting deep into decayed flesh. The draugr spun and lashed out at the young Nord, aiming to sever his head. The Harbinger ducked the blow and slashed at the dead man's knees. Roaring a battle cry, Ria launched herself at the undead warrior and drove her sword through its gut.
On any man or woman the wound would mean instant death, but dealing a death blow to an enemy that was already dead was proving to be rather difficult. The Two companions found themselves becoming more and more frustrated by the minute. No matter how many times they stabbed or slashed at the walking corpse it continued to press its attack, seemingly unfazed by the duo's constant barrage of attacks. The shield siblings leapt backwards and put some much needed distance between themselves and their undead opponent.
The Harbinger let out a grunt of frustration, none of the draugr he'd faced before had been as tough as the one before him. He knew they were tenacious, but this one seemed to have limitless durability. The young Nord sighed.
I don't have time for this…
With the speed of a released arrow, the Harbinger charged the undead Nord. The draugr, seemingly surprised by the Nord's sudden burst of speed, began to backpedal. The Harbinger launched a blitzkrieg of vicious sword strikes that staggered and jarred the undead warrior. The draugr slammed its decayed foot into the young Nord's midsection, forcing him back. The undead Nord swung a mighty overhead blow, attempting to decapitate the young warrior.
Drawing from the strength of his beast blood, the Harbinger swatted the ancient great sword from the draugr's hands and, in one swift, precise swing, spun and lopped the dead man's head from his shoulders. The now headless draugr collapsed in a heap, finally brought down for good. The Harbinger slammed his blades into their scabbards and strode over to the sarcophagus. There, where the draugr once lay, sat the object the two Companions sought.
The legends, the myths, the fables, they were all true. Farengar was right. It existed.
The Dragonstone.
Ria walked over and peered inside, eyes wide in amazement. "So this is it then, the Dragonstone."
The Harbinger nodded. "So it is. I can't believe it, that know-it-all was right."
"The Jarl will be very happy when we bring this thing to him."
"I suppose." the young Nord turned to the Imperial and gave a rare, friendly smile. "Ria, you did well today. Not just with Hajvaar and his gang, but the barrow as well. You showed courage and kept your composure in the most dire of times, something I haven't seen in a new blood warrior in years. You've brought great honor to the Companions and yourself, Ria."
Ria's face went beet red. "T-thank you, Harbinger! I-I don't know what to say I-"
"Save it for when we return to town. For now, let's just get out of this damn tomb."
"As you say, Harbinger. I've had my fill of adventure for one day."
The Harbinger hoisted the stone from the sarcophagus and promptly proceeded to wrap it in linen he found near the chest. The two Companions then made their way for the nearby exit, eager to finally return to the living world. As they left, the Harbinger took one final look at the strange wall. He briefly wondered what it was that made him become so enamored with the ancient structure, why the strange markings seemed so familiar to him.
Shaking the thoughts from his mind, the young Nord willed himself forward, not wanting to waste another second in the foul tomb. He turned his thoughts to more pressing concerns, the main one being that of the Imperial Ria. She had passed her trail with flying colors, almost flawlessly. But the question of her reaction to their… gift, still haunted his mind. Would she accept the price of joining the Companions inner ranks, or would she turn from them?
Only time would tell.
A/N: Well, here we are again people, the next chapter of the saga. I know I had said that I'd put both Bleak Falls AND the dragon fight into this chapter, but doing so would have meant a lot more writing for me plus a bad first dragon fight scene. I plan on taking a few days off from writing to get my ideas together, that way when I do the fight between the dragon and the Harbinger, I'll have a very well put together scene.
Now, while I liked this chapter, I found it kind of hit and miss, especially on the last fight scene, I mean it's okay, but not the BEST, know what I mean? I personally think I could've done better, but you guys seem to really like the story so far, so that's good. Glad to see everyone enjoying it.
On a completely different note, did you guys see the Saints Row 4 Gat is back trailer!? I'm like "Holy Fuckin' shit, now I HAVE to get this game!" Swear it's gonna be sick as hell.
Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this latest chapter. Stay tuned, next chapter is the one you've all been waiting for! The Harbinger/dragon fight and the identity of the Harbinger will finally be revealed. Furthermore, the rating for this story will probably change to "M" in the future. Until then, stay gold.
~Bang