THE LONG MARCH
When I wake up most of the camp is awake and I remember to ask Brynjolf for his Dwarvish runes book. When I find his tent he is still sleeping so I wake him up and ask him for his runic booklet.
"Brynjolf. Where is your runic alphabet book?" I ask
"In the knapsack." He says slightly annoyed at the fact he had to be woken up.
"Thanks." I say, taking the book to my tent.
I pick up my sword and start rubbing the markings on to a small piece of paper with a stone. After managing to successfully find all the correct markings I began to recite what it said.
"This blade was crafted by the dwarf masters of old. Should it find it's way to the wrong person all hell shall be unleashed ,however, given that the right person finds this blade first and uses its powers correctly peace may be restored to the land." I read.
That meant that either I'm going to unleash hell or restore peace and I don't think that can be done without unleashing hell! But perhaps I don't truly understand the true power of my blade, I know that I can freeze people but that's about it, but perhaps that is the power of the blade but coldness is something of second nature to true Nords.
After I spent another couple of minutes trying to get my head round the strange inscriptions and what they meant I decided that somehow the dwarf masters must have foresaw an event which made this blade to Skyrim, perhaps it was the civil war they foresaw and Talos' knows why it's in Skyrim, Ralof came to my tent saying that we were again heading back onto our 6 day journey to Whiterun.
"Bormir, we're leaving." He says.
"Be with you in a minute." I reply.
I sheathe my sword and put it to the back of my mind as well as putting my armour on. When I walk out of my tent the sun is high in the sky, indicating that must be around noon. I start to walk out in front of the group and head east to Whiterun. After we walk a few miles Ralof approaches me and tells me something that has obviously been troubling him for a while.
"Bormir, you do know that the Elves won't exactly leave this little army unnoticed walking across the plains of Skyrim and I don't think regular people take a few thousand friends from each of the races for a walk!" He exclaims
"Well, like you said, it's a small army and woe betide anyone who challenges us all." I say, smiling.
The rest of the day was mostly untroubled besides a few armed patrols which were easily dealt with. When we set up camp the stars were shining and the moon cast beams of light across the plains and gave us a clear view of anyone who would try and attack us. Again we spend the night telling tales of adventure from far away places, this time I decide to stick around and share my stories
"I used to hunt dragons." I say, since no-one else seemed to be wanting to share. "You might remember , 10 years ago, the dragon Alduin was raising dragons from the dead and I had to kill them and. Once I even traveled through time to learn a shout that was used against Alduin eras ago. And then I had to travel to Sovngarde and fight Alduin with the very same people I learned the shout from." I say.
"How did you get back." A Nord asks.
"The people I learned the shout from used a special shout and sent me back." I explain.
After I share my Sovngarde adventures the silence seems to grow deeper and slightly awkward But we didn't need to wait long for something to happen. We first heard a small rumbling to the north but I didn't trouble to much with it as there was a giant camp located a few miles north but then it gradually grew louder and louder and closer and closer and eventually when I look up I see a giant on a mammoths back.
"RUN!" I scream to the army and sprint as fast as I can.
I sprint south and I hear my army following quickly behind me but when I turn to make sure I trip over a stone. I didn't have time to recover so I quickly catch a breath and roll to the side.How in the name of Talos do I kill a giant and a mammoth, I think and then it hits me. I quickly take my bow from my back and take some arrows from their quiver. I chase after the two beasts screaming at them as to lure them my way. Eventually, they turn and come in my direction. I start shooting arrows at the mammoth's head and after a few misses I eventually hit it's eye and it falls over. I sprint towards the stunned giant and and take two arrows out of the quiver. These had better be strong arrows, I pray to myself and start scaling its arm. I get to it's shoulder just as the give way and I start attacking it's face with a flurry of shouts and swings from my sword.
"FUS RO DAH!" I shout in its ear while stabbing my sword into its left temple." FUS RO DAH!" I again shout making its ear red with it's blood making it obvious I had burst it's ear drum.
I take two other arrows and scale it's ear to get to it's head , I begin to get light headed at the height but manage keep my cool, When I make it to it's head I start to stab it as far as I can make it go. When I retract my blade I get sprayed with a grotesque fluid from it's head and it slumps forward on the mammoth's head which must've woken it because it stood up and started running into the distance. I quickly run down the giants back and pray that I don't break my legs jumping from the mammoth. I jump and by luck's favour I live but where was the group? I look around and see a mass of body-like outlines running so I decide to shout after them.
"COME BACK! THEY'RE DEAD!" I shout and begin to run after them.
After several minutes of running I finally catch them up. I run to the front of them and stop them. Ralof asks what happened.
"What happened?" Ralof asks.
"I killed it!" I say.
"How?" Someone else said.
"A sever case of brain freeze" I reply, smiling at my reply. " Let's get back to camp." I add.
When we eventually get back to camp it's way past midnight and I go straight to my tent to think up some battleplans.
"Well, what if I were to send a small group through a drain and get a mage or at least someone familiar with fire spells." I say, talking to myself.
"That could work." said someone through the tent materials.
"Who the fuck?" I ask.
"It's me, Ralof. That could work but where are we going to find a group of people willing to go through a drain and were will we get oil!" He exclaims.
"Well if so then we just storm the city." I say smiling."Now, off you go."
After Ralof goes away I go to sleep eager for day five of the journey to begin.
When I wake up the sun is a little lower in the sky so I must be getting some sort of rest. I put my armour on and walk out of my tent. When I am out of my tent the faces of my soldiers are gloomier and you could tell that their courage hung by a thread and one false word could send them heading for each of their countries. There was a day left before we expected to go to battle in Whiterun so we started the march a little earlier than usual because the soldiers needed something to do.
The rest of the day was rather settled until we came across an oliphaunt patrol.
"Get down!" I shout at my army as I hit the floor.
We lay on the grass for what seemed like hours and days waiting for the big beasts and when I crouched up a little I seen that Bragor was right the orcs were on the oliphaunts back.
"Take out the rein-master, eh?" I whisper to Bragor preparing an arrow and my bow.
"Don't, they'll know that they are being watched." He whispers back.
Eventually they pass and when I stand up I could see Whiterun in distance. We walked at a quickened pace and the day ended not far from the city walls and Brynjolf, Ralof and I are discussing battle plans.
"We go up the drains and if we follow the right path then we can appear in the guards barracks and kill them so there are none reinforcements"I say.
"I suppose but who will go through the drains." Brynjolf asks.
"I'll take a small group of people and then when our business is done in the barracks we'll come out and open the city gates where you come in and kill anyone in an elven uniform." I explain. "I'll take the first battalion ,Brynjolf you take the second battalion and Ralof you will take the third battalion." I add.
I walk out of the tent we were using and find my battalio.
"You are all coming with me."I say to my battalion which included Bragor and Farkas.
"Where are we going?" Bragor asks.
"The drains"I reply and walk up towards the city walls.