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Epic of Ralof: Reunification of Skyrim

Chapter 1

"Hey, how are ya doin? Long time no see friend." It's been a while since I've seen that face. I haven't seen her since the campaign on Falkreath, which was roughly two months ago. Well, she basically did my job for me that night. She managed to take on fifteen Imperials single handed as well as save six of our boys. By Ysmir, what can I expect? She is the Dragonborn.

"I'm good Ralof. And you?" she replied with a smile as she started to catch her breathe. She crouched down and slowly regained her air. She must of either ran here or sprinted here, damn.

"I'm doing okay I guess. Only sometimes I get these dreams where I'm still in battle and I see myself fighting the Imperials. I can see all their faces and worst of all, I can still hear their screams. Do the people you kill haunt you in your dreams?" I asked sheepishly. I felt kind of dumb taking this conversation to the next level, but she's someone that I trust completely after saving my life at Helgen more than a few occasions. She looked up at me with a dumbfounded face and she bit her lip.

"I do, but I tell myself that if I didn't kill them, they would of killed me," she exclaimed. She seemed like she was staring into the deepest plains of Oblivion for a second, then she snapped out of it.

"That's what I keep telling myself," I replied quietly, "but never mind that. What brings you here Linda?" She must of came her for a purpose.

"Well Galmar told me about an Imperial convoy passing through here. Am I right?" She cocked an eyebrow and rested her head on her fist.

"Yeah, actually we have been following it for about a day now. But now it's not going anywhere because it had a little... accident." I said with a smirk. She smirked back and she put her hand under her chin then looked up at the sky.

"How about this: You take out that sentry first, then I'll go in and take out the rest of them as you assist me with a barrage of arrows?" she said after a long pause and rubbing her chin.

"Sounds like a good plan. We should wait till dark. Shouldn't be too long." I sat down on the ground just waiting for time to pass, cradling my hammer. One of the Stormcloaks soldiers were watching the convey in case anything happens. The other three were messing around with their steel daggers, drawing things in the dirt. Linda got to her feet, walked towards the edge cliff and looked out at the sunset along with rest of the Reach's rocky landscape.

"I never thought the Reach was this beautiful. All I heard about this place was about the damn Forsworn. Can't anyone actually take time to admire the view out here?" She seemed like she was in awe at sheer beauty of this land. Her steel plate armor shined in the sunset light and her sword called Dawnbreaker which gave off a sparkle of light. It was a beautiful sight to see her in the sunset. Linda.. Such a beautiful looking Nord. Brunette hair that was long and flowing through the air, beautiful green emerald eyes that looked as innocent as a puppy, and not to mention well built for a woman. Beautiful and dangerous. She had the blessing of beauty, thanks to Dibella. She turned her head and looked at me with a slight concerned expression.

"You okay Ralof?"

I snapped out of my daydreaming and my war hammer dropped to the ground with a loud thud. One of the Stormcloaks chuckled. I looked back up her and I realized she was looking at me with a smirk. Shit.

"Oh, uh, yeah I'm fine. Just thinking about..." I paused and picked up my hammer," what I'm going to do later." Obviously she caught me staring into her beautiful eyes. Truth be told, I am really attracted to her, but she's too good for me though. I looked down at the ground and frowned. I couldn't help it. She's just too good for me. She's the Legendary Dragonborn that saved Skyrim from Alduin, and I'm just some guy who was in a war.

"Sir, it's time. The sentry is in position," one of the soldiers whispered.

I lifted my hammer and slowly got up to a crouching position. "Okay, get ready to-"

"Hold on, look over there!" Linda cried as she pointed towards the top of the hill. A Forsworn war party was creeping towards the Imperial camp with their.. weapons of some sort, unsheathed. No doubt they were going to raid it for whatever they had. Damn scavengers.

"Linda, what should we do?" I asked. There was a pause.

"Mmm, maybe we should mix it up a little. Both groups will be confused. I'll cast the mage light spell once they get closer. That should wake up the imperials. Hopefully, both groups should get into a brawl. Then we will go in and finish the job," she said with a smirk while her hand lightened up.

I smiled, seems like a good plan. "Sure that's good". Sure enough, the Forsworn crept closer to the camp. One of the woman Forsworn drew an arrow and released it at the imperial sentry. The sentry was hit in the back of the head with the arrow right through his skull, the flint coming out in between his eyes. He dropped down like a sack of potatoes. The other imperials below the ledge were not alerted.

Next, the other Forsworn went on top of the cliff ready to pounce on the imperials. At that moment, Linda casted the Magelight spell, brightening up the surroundings and flying towards the convoy. The Forsworn quickly looked in our direction, but the imperials looked up at them and unsheathed their swords, yelling out.

The Forsworn war party jumped down and went face to face with the soldiers. It was an even fight, six versus six. The first to fall was the woman Forsworn who looked like she seen only eighteen winters. She was stabbed in the chest and went down slowly with her hand covering wound. Three of the imperials were dispatched by the ax-like weapons. One imperial was fleeing from the war party only to get arrowed in the back. Another imperial was stabbed to death.

The last imperial had a familiar battle stance, one similar to mine when I wield swords. He took on the last five Forsworn scavengers single-handedly. The first Forsworn sprang for his neck, but the soldier swiftly moved to the left and pierced his blade through the attackers chest. He then picked up another sword and started to to slice away at the remaining Forsworn. He swiftly swiped through three more and took a step back. Strange, he used the same technique I know when I'm out numbered.

The last Forsworn was a Briar-Heart. He was much stronger than the imperial just by looking at him. The Briar-Heart swiped his spiked sword across the imperial, but the imperial blocked the attacks with his sword. The Forsworn relentlessly kept on hacking away. The imperial only had the choice to block every blow. Just then, the Briar-Heart whipped up a powerful blow and launched the sword out of the imperial's hands. Without warning, he stabbed the imperial in the hamstring and clubbed him in his chest with his fist. The imperial flew back to the ground and struggled get back up.

I had to make a choice. That imperial was too familiar after his little battle display. I had to know if it was.. my old friend.

Without warning the others, I started sprinting with my war hammer and just before the Briar-Heart was going to ascend his spiked sword onto the imperial's neck, I swung my hammer aiming for the side of his head. His quick reflexes made him duck right be before impact, leaving me still following through my swing. Divines, I need to start using something a little more lighter.

He moved back a little bit noticing that he was surrounded by us. He pulled out his other ax looking weapon and gave out an extreme war cry. Damn that was too loud for any man.

He lunged after one of the soldiers, the soldier blocked his attack and moved back a little. The Briar-Heart looked back at me and lifted his arm ready to deliver another blow. Then out of nowhere, an arrow was shot into his chest. "Yes! Got 'em." Of course it was Linda. She was a damn good archer among many other things.

He dropped his weapons and knelt down with his hands at his chest. He was hit in the Briar-Heart. The superhuman Forsworn looked up at me. His completely black eyes were grimacing. I took out my steel dagger and held up his head by his headdress looking thing with antlers. I shoved my blade into his throat. He coughed up blood and looked at me wide eyed. I removed my blade and kicked him back to the ground.

I cleaned off my blade and sheathed it, then I heard a weak voice.

"Ralof... I never thought.. You would actually save me." I know that voice. Could it be..? I turned and saw that face...

"Hadvar, is that you old friend?" I couldn't believe that it was him. My childhood best friend on the ground, stabbed in the hamstring and possibly a few broken bones.

"Yeah..." he could barely even speak. He was grimacing from all the pain. His hands were on his stomach trying to stop the pain however he could.

"Should I put him out of his misery?" One of the Stormcloaks asked me walking over with a iron dagger ready.

I glared at the Stormcloak like he was a retarded troll, "No! He's an old friend."

"Hadvar, it's been too long," Linda came over with her healing hands and started to heal Hadvar, starting with his hamstring injury. The blood was gushing out of his leg, but it slowly started to ease down. "Yeah, these wounds are going to take a while to heal." She gave him a nervous smile.

"Prisoner... I didn't get your name..." he coughed, squinting his eyes.

"Linda, also known as the Dragonborn," she said with pride. A couple of the soldiers chuckled as they retrieved the weapons from the wagon.

"No way... The Dragonborn? I thought... it was ..only a legend," he murmured, trying to keep his eyes open. The coughing got worse. Finally his leg stopped bleeding. Thank the Divines.

"Yeah Hadvar, that's the Dragonborn. She is pretty powerful. She killed Alduin and saved Skyrim from the Endtimes." He looked at me with face that looked like he would say something against saving Skyrim. Divines, why can't he understand our reason for fighting? Never mind, now wasn't the time to argue about this.

"Alright let's get you outta here, Hadvar. Gents, finish up with the gold and weapons. Let's get out of here."

"Ralof, don't..." he rolled his eyes back then passed out, probably due to the fatal blow to the chest. He probably got the air knocked out of him in that blow. That Briar-Heart had super human strength. Linda and I lifted Hadvar to his feet and we were off to the Stormcloak Camp. Gods above us, Galmar is not going to like this... Divines watch over us.

Well there ya have it. Chapter 1. I wanted to change up things with Ralof and Hadvar since neither of them actually had a plain conversation in the game. I hate how you have to choose between the two! I wish we could somehow choose both. Anyways keep reading and Please review!