Author's Note: So, as you may notice, there are some issues with this chapter, so let me get right to answering some problems I know people will have. A lot of items that can be found on bodies are not in Harry's inventory. This is mostly because well, he's Harry. I don't see him as the type to pick over someone's body like the original Dragonborn did. I especially don't see him finding mage robes and putting them on after taking them off a decomposing body, at least not yet.
Also, this is going to be a Harem series. I don't plan on just dumping women on Harry, but rather picking a choosing who I want from the stories he interacts with. Now, that said, there will be a couple of women from Skyrim who will be bound to Harry and follow him through the stories. Not all of them will be bound by love/marriage. One, introduced in this chapter, well I had so much fun writing her she'll probably stick around. The others will come over time, so don't worry about it. We'll get there.
A few people have called out for Dragon Age to be the next task, but I'm going to have to dismiss it. The only one I've played is Origins, and I'd have to play the others to know the story. I'm currently leaning the second task to be one of the following. Final Fantasy VIII, Dungeons and Dragons, or Highschool DxD, for anyone who has watched or read DxD, Dragonborn + Boosted Gear = Awesome. Now I just need to narrow it down between those three.
Well, onto this chapter, I hope you guys like it as much as you did the last chapter.
The Boy-Who-Hated-That-Title emerged from the caverns beneath Helgen as he had learned the town was called, coughing and trying to knock the dust off the heavy leather armor he now wore. An axe, currently dripping bear blood, hung from his waist across from an imperial sword. He had managed to gather a few gold coins, as well as an interesting spell book from a prisoner's cage beneath the town's keep. He had also managed to grab a pack, several potions, lock-picks, and food from his latest adventure.
Hadvar a seemingly polite Nord and fierce believer in the Empire walked out of the cave just behind Harry. The blonde north-man opened his mouth to speak before another mighty roar rang out. Grabbing onto the youth he pulled him down, minding the quiver of arrows and bow on Harry's back, as the flame spitting dragon flew overhead. "By the Gods that was close," Hadvar muttered as the two watched the dragon fly off over a distant mountain.
The green eyed wizard watched the Legionaire climb back to his feet before doing like wise. For a moment of silence the two walked down the cobblestone path leading away from the town. "You should come to Riverwood," Hadvar continued, putting his hands in his pocket as though the dragon attack didn't just happen. "My uncle is the blacksmith there and he could probably fit you with something better than Stormcloak armor and maybe some decent weapons."
"I've never really worn armor before," the teen said with a shrug. He was still rather disappointed he had been forced to cast aside his champion robes for something more durable, but it hadn't really held up against sword strikes that well. Speaking of, he maneuvered his pack around his quiver and dug through it for the book called 'Sparks' that he had found. Opening to the first page he suddenly felt a wave of dizziness as knowledge of the arcane was forcibly stuffed into his head. "Merlin," he muttered dropping the book and grabbing his head in pain.
Hadvar simply nodded as he walked. "Aye, that would be magic for you," the older male said with a frown. "I never took up the art though, preferring good nordic steel to anything overly flashy." The Nord laughed as if he had told a great joke, causing the youthful Harry to glare at him annoyed. Merlin he hoped he didn't have to travel with this guy for the whole game.
After recovering for a moment, Harry followed Hadvar further down the twisting and winding path, until they came to three standing stones with symbols carved into their faces. One appeared to be a man sneaking with a hood up, another was an aged wizard holding aloft a staff, and finally a warrior swinging an axe. "The standing stones," Hadvar supplied as Harry approached them. "They are said to bless whoever touches them."
Emerald eyes glanced back at the nord for a moment before he stepped forward. Gently he traced his fingers along the stone with the wizard on it and felt power lurch through his body. A buzzing sound filled the air before he looked upward, noticing a ray of blue light streaking toward the heavens from the stone. Turning, he looked toward Hadvar for an explanation, only to see the nord already walking down the road. Growling, Harry took off after him. "What good did that do me," he questioned.
Riverwood turned out to be a small little village on the bank of a flowing river with a decent sized log sawing business on a small island just off the bank. Hadvar's uncle had a place just inside town, a small wooden house attached to a forge and across the road from a small supply store. After a brief conversation about the dragon, Harry was tasked with speaking to the nearby Jarl, apparently what his world called a Lord, who lived nearby in a town call Whiterun. He was also given a key to the house and told to take what he needed within reason.
The raven haired youth looked around the forge picking up bars of steel and ore and putting them back down. While they could be valuable in the future, he felt they would way him down at the moment. Night was beginning to fall on the land and the adrenaline rush he had received at the start of the task followed by the dragon attack was starting to wear off. He would need to sleep soon and wondered just how much time had passed. These tasks were not going to be easy or short. Saving a world could take months or even years depending upon the skill needed.
'The iron armor on the table would be good, Dovahkiin,' the voice of Durnehiviir rumbled in the back of Harry's mind as he stepped around the forge. 'If you were taller and stronger,' it continued with a chuckle. 'As it stands now, you are just a boy, you have not developed the muscles required to wear true armor, stick to the hides and leathers, cower in your sorcerer's robes because the strength to bear the arms of this world will allude you.'
Harry's inner voice growled back at the dragon in his frustration. 'You forget, Dovah,' he snarled the word in his mind, 'I am a wizard.' Walking to the armor on the table, Harry looked at the bland iron and sighed. While it might have been historically more accurate than what he saw in movies, it was still boring. With a quick flash his holly wand was in his hand, and he felt the pull on his magic and felt the power of the dragon's soul rise to meet the magic and sentience of his phoenix wand. With a shout of pain the wand gave out, exploding in shards of burning wood that quickly turned to ash and blew away in the wind.
His green eyes could only stare at the charred remains of his wands handle in his grasp. "That didn't just happen," he whispered. "Tell me that did not just happen," he growled as he closed his fist around the remains of his only ties to the magic of his true world.
'You bear the soul of a Dovah now,' the undead dragon's soul remarked with an obvious vicious grin in his voice. 'Did you think some flimsy phoenix feather could handle our power, Dovahkiin? This world has ways of amassing power and recreating what you have lost,' the dragon continued. If we can find Relonikiv, he will have the knowledge we seek. Last I had heard of him, he found a Ved Dey, a Black Book, that transfers the reader to the realm of Hermaeus Mora, the Daedric Prince of Knowledge. If he is still alive, he would know more than any Dovah or human could possibly truly comprehend.'
'Yes well we need sleep and supplies,' the new Dragon Born thought with a frown as he pocketed the remains of his wand. He would find someway to honor his wand in the future. For now, the day had simply worn him out and he didn't want to think anymore. 'Lets go to the inn and get a room.' He figured a room would be better than trying to be put up by the blacksmith and his family. They already had Hadvar staying with them, he didn't want to impose.
The Sleeping Giant Inn seemed to be rather busy with a musician, 'Bard' Durnehiviir corrected, set up in the corner and playing his guitar, 'Lute'. A few men sat around at the fireplace, drinking and eating their fill as they laughed at a story that one of them had decided to tell. As Harry moved away from the door and began to make his way toward the bartender who he assumed he needed to pay for a room, he was stopped by a sudden hand on his shoulder. Turning he looked to see who had grabbed him only to come face to face with one of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
By her pointed ears Harry could tell she was some sort of elf with long auburn hair that was swept over her head from right to left. Her amber eyes were narrowed into a hateful glare and her face was filled with piercings, from her ears, to her eyebrow, down her nose and even her lips. The elven woman's skin was a deep tanned color, hinting to a long life on the road and baking under the sun. A tattoo cross her left cheek, vines of a type that Harry couldn't readily identify.
She was dressed in what some might call armor. Harry thought it looked more like a metal bikini. It was a highly polished silver color with blue gems peaking through at random places, and seemed to mold to her body, a flame like pattern contoured to the shape of her breasts and held on by two pieces of string like an Earth bikini top. Her shoulder pauldrons were rather high and ended in black bird feathers that reached toward her silver gauntlets. A plated skirt, maybe that was what he could call it, was hanging between her thighs and over her ass, but left her thighs exposed, while knee high armored boots seemed to finish her look. A single ebony blade hung off her side that she gripped with the hand that wasn't holding Harry's shoulder.
"So, you finally arrive," the woman slurred out in drunken speech and Harry was slammed by the smell of ale on her breath. "You son of a dog," she bit out took a heavy step forward. Harry realized quickly that she was holding his shoulder to steady herself in her drunken state while she was talking to someone behind him. Turning his head, he saw another, paler, elf who looked like a deer suddenly trapped in the headlights at the sight of the elvish woman. "You didn't think I'd found out," she demanded holding up a piece of paper and slamming it down onto a nearby table, making the bottles rattle. "I know all about you and that human whore," she growled.
"Tamaria, please," the soft spoken elf said while raising his arms in a show of peace. "This is not the time or the place for such a discussion," he started to plead.
"Oh shut up, Faendal, I'll talk where and when I please," the woman now known as Tamaria snapped. "You have been pining for that merchant's sister since we arrived, I saw it in your eyes! I ignored it though, thought you'd realize the folly of trying to love a human, but no, now I find out you're writing love letters behind my back," she said in a furious calm. Harry knew that tone, it was the tone Hermione often took with Ron when he said something obviously stupid enough to make the teenage girl ready to kill.
As the female elf took a step forward, the new dragonborn threw himself up against her, his arms latching around her waist as his face was plunged between her rather large breasts. "Look, Miss. Tamaria, this really doesn't seem to place to have such a conversation," he tried to help the elf-man out, only to be utterly ignored. It was like she didn't even feel him buried in her cleavage!
"We're through, Faendal! I'm leaving this little town tomorrow, do you understand me," she barked tried to walk closer, only for Harry to impede her way. Looking down at the rat's nest of hair between her breasts she frowned before looking up. "I'm going with this human," she said triumphantly as a smile slid on her face. "I don't know where we'll go, but it will be a sight better than being trapped in this town watching you pine for another woman," she nearly shouted, before grabbing one of Harry's arms.
He didn't even get to go to the bar as the woman simply dragged him parallel to the wall the front door was on, and pushed open another door before stalking inside, Harry being dragged along in her wake. Once the two were inside, the woman began to strip, much to his embarrassment, causing him to turn around, as she undid the strings to her top and let it fall to the floor without care. He could hear the plate metal of her clothes clinking as she took them off, and then the flump of her body hitting the hay mattress of the bed.
Cautiously he turned around, only to blush immediately at the sight of the naked elf woman on the bed, thin chain rings hanging from her nipples, her eyes closed and her breathing deep and rhythmic. Thinking fast, he turned to leave, but saw the door only locked from the inside, meaning if he left she would be naked and vulnerable in a room he couldn't lock from the outside. Groaning, he slid his quiver and bow off his back and leaned them up against the wall, along side his axe and sword, before sliding out of his pack and using it as a makeshift pillow against the door. It wouldn't be his most comfortable nights sleep, but it was still a good sight better than sleeping in the cupboard beneath the stairs. With a sigh, he lay down on the hard wooden floor and closed his eyes, letting sleep take him.
When Harry awoke it was to an immense pain filling his left side as all the air was knocked out of his body. With a groan of pain he rolled over onto his right clutching is side. "Merlin," he wheezed, "what was that." Rolling back onto his back he was met with the terrifying anger of an elf woman dressed in armor and holding an ebony blade above his body. "Shite," he yelled as he scrambled to his feet and moving to take up his own sword only to find his weapons missing. Searching the room he found them on the bed behind the severely pissed off woman.
He realized the pain in his side was from her kicking him awake and moaned as he realized he had brought this mess on himself.
"Alright kid, you have a very short amount of time before I end your wretched life to prove that killing you is something I don't want to do," she snarled as she stepped closer to the wizard, the tip of her sword digging into the soft armor he wore.
His emerald eyes wide, he backed up against the door as much as he could. "You dragged me in here last night," he defended himself. "You had a fight with that elf guy about a letter and some woman, then said you were going to go with me today before dragging me in here!" Knowing it sounded like a lame excuse he thought back to the sparks spell he learned yesterday and felt a tingle around his hands. If he needed to, he could still defend himself without his weapons, if only his wand hadn't broken though.
The woman seemed to think for a moment before sighing and lowering her sword. "By the nine," she muttered as she stepped back from the teen. "I was drunk last night wasn't I," she asked. Seeing him nod, she began to swear in a language he didn't know. "I never think when I'm drunk, I just do things," she admitted before moving to sit on the bed. "Well, can't back down now, if I told the whole inn I was going with you than I really can't stay without looking like a pathetic loser. I'm Tamaria Soul-Tamer, who are you?"
"Harry Potter," the boy said with a hint of steel in his voice. He hated to be threatened, but still he let the magic fade from his hands and sighed himself. "I'm on a quest of a sort. I have to save the whole world from some sort of catastrophe which I think is tied to the dragon attack on Helgen yesterday," he admitted with a shrug. "After that, I don't know what I plan on doing, or if I'll be able to stick around."
The woman looked up with a glint in her eyes. "But you do have a goal," she said with a smile as she stood up. "I'll have to thank whoever sent you on this path that you rescued me from my boring existence in this town," she said excitedly. "Quick grab your weapons and we'll get going! Oh, Nine, I'm so excited, finally I can spill some blood," she said with a twisted glint in her amber eyes. "Its been so long since I put my sword through anybody!"
Harry frowned at the woman's attitude. She talked about killing people the way he and his friends talked about playing quidditch. It was unnerving. Was this what Hermione felt every time he and Ron would go off on a tangent about some team or the other? Shaking that thought aside, maybe having a woman who was into fighting wouldn't be to bad to have around. He didn't particularly like killing and could use the back up. "Glad to have you on board," he said as he walked by her to the bed and began to slip his weapons back on. "We'll need supplies though, I have enough for me but not for the two of us."
The smile immediately fell from the woman's face as she glared at the wall just past Harry's head. "You're right, and there is only one place to get supplies in town," she said with a cringe. "We'll need to go to the Riverwood Trader next door. Which means I'll have to see that bitch of a human woman," she growled before turning away from Harry and slamming the door open and walking out.
Rushing after her, Harry stopped just long enough to pick up his pack and follow her out of the inn. The two quickly climbed the steps next to a cart of cabbages and into another shop. A man was leaning on the counter talking to a woman in a yellow dress. Her hair was done up in a bun as she seemed to glare at the man.
"Well, someone needs to do something," she was saying with arms crossed under her breasts.
"No! No adventuring, no thief chasing," the man said before slamming his hand down on the counter. Before Harry could speak up, Tamaria cleared her voice from her place just in front of him. "Oh, uh, a couple of customers," the man said straightening up and looking at his sister with a glare. "Sorry about the noise, we've just been having some problems."
"We were robbed, Lucian, it isn't like we misplaced the stupid thing," the woman said as she walked across the room in front of Tamaria, not even giving the two a look before she dropped into a chair at a nearby table.
Harry cleared his voice and stepped around Tamaria, who was openly glaring at the woman that he guessed was Camilla from the night before. "Sorry to hear about your problems, is there anything we can do," he asked innocently. He didn't see Tamaria's eyes turn to look at him, or the smile that formed on Camilla's face as she smirked triumphantly at her brother.
"As a matter of fact young man, there is," Lucian said with a smile as he stroked his chin.
Author's Note: the mods used in this chapter are Tamaria Soul-Tamer by MissBonJovi and Silverlight Armor Mod by MrKrossFaith. Look them up if you want to see Harry's first Companion.
Also, next chapter is Bleak Falls Barrow and the first Wall! Once I get passed the Greybeards, this story is going to explode, ha ha!