ON THE RUN
"Halt, the public have reported you on charges of disrupting the peace!" One of the guards say abruptly
"Disrupting the peace? I'm sure I have no idea what your on about." I say, trying to lead them off the scent of the fact that I'm a Dragon-born.
"Oh really, then what was that loud noise coming from the temple?" Another says.
"Oh, that was..."I stutter before sending my blade through his heart and then stabbing another, which sent me aback because as soon as the steel connected with his flesh he froze literally."RUN!" I shout to all who were behind me.
We started sprinting towards the exit and we were again met by guards which were easily dealt with, with a stab in the chest and a dagger between the eyes and a few others who had the misfortune to cross us. when we finally get to the gates we seen that they were locked somehow and we didn't have time to find the lock or anything else so I had to do what was necessary.
"FUS RO DAH" I shout and run through the large gaping archway and into the rest of Skyrim and quick as my feet could carry me.
I turn briefly to see if the rest of the group is behind me and thankfully they are. I also see that the large creatures that were coming over the distance to the south were much closer and I could almost see the actual size of them , which was probably at least twice the size of a mammoth. I find a good rocky patch with plenty of crevices to hide in so I signal to the group to hide in there and then we waited for what seemed like hours for the Elves to pass. Eventually just as they as were ready to go back to Markarth one of the Argonians slipped on a rock and a closer elf turns and approaches us.
"GOL HA DOV." I manage to whisper and send him the other way.
I exhale deeply and wait for them all to go return to their stolen city. We all move out of the highly uncomfortable crevices and caves and stretch our legs, I look again to the south and I could for the first time I see the abominable creatures face in perfect detail. Their faces were wrinkly like a prune and their eyes looked tired and had droopy skin below, them their tusks stretched to the earth and if left untended to probably further. I heard a faint gruff voice which seemed to say:
"Keep that thing in line, if that goes wild we'll all be in for it from King Heceriil and the worst part of that is he's coming from Alinor himself!"
"Where's Alinor?" I ask to anyone who would bother answering.
"It's the capital of the Summerset Isles and King Heceriil resides there." replied a Wood Elf.
"Thanks..."
"Bragor"He says
"Thanks Bragor." I say, thanking him.
"Well, if he's coming here then I'm going to kill him. Hopefully if he dies so does the rest of High Elf presence in Skyrim." I say.
"Well first we need a place to set camp." Aela says.
"What do you think Whiterun is for?" I ask her sarcastically.
After that we began on the long walk to Whiterun and I began to get increasingly worried about the strange creatures that approached from the south considering that we would inevitably have to fight them so I decided to ask Bragor since he seemed to know a lot about the Summerset Isles.
"Hey Bragor, any ideas what those big things that were coming from the south?" I ask
"Could you describe them?" He asks
"Tall, grey wrinkly skin and droopy eyes , big long tusks." I describe.
"Oliphaunts. They don't come from Skyrim or Summerset. I think if I remember rightly they're from... Orsinium. The Orcs are probably the only race hardy enough to tame them that'll be why we heard a faint gruff voice back there. The Aldmeri have conquered half , if not all, of Tamriel." Bragor explains
"Any ideas on how to take them down?" I ask rather distressed at the news.
"Kill the Rein-master or get it to run off a cliff." He says.
"Right thanks." I say, grateful at the information.
We again start walking to Whiterun having no clue how well guarded or how well armed they were. I hated to admit it but we may be slightly out-matched because in that temple I did not see warriors. I saw shopkeepers, bartenders and civilians. They may have been able to wield a blade but it was their skill and force behind it.
We set up camp in an are that seemed to be rather deserted due to lack of human or animal tracks. The group spent most of the night listening to tales of lore and adventure from Valenwood, the Black Marsh and Morrowind. Since I was too tired I decided to retire to my tent. Just before I fall asleep I see an unearthly glow coming from my sword's sheath. I pick it up and remove it from the sheath and look it around. I notice strange markings which I could not read but I identified them as Dwarvish runes ,Oh brilliant now I need to find someone who can read Dwarvish!, I think to myself but then I remembered that Brynjolf usually carried a Runic alphabet booklet since he was on that mission for the Theives Guild and reading Dwarvish was vital. I'll ask him in the morning, I say to myself. I continue to look at the sword and I see that inside the handle is encrusted with what could only be explained as a soul gem which must be what froze that guard but then the question of why didn't it freeze the first. Perhaps once it starts to taste blood it's soul gem starts to find power and freezes its opponent, that's probably right, I think and go to sleep.