Sup everyone? This one is a little different from the first chapter. I was actually going to use this for my Dragonborn but figured this would fit better. I didn't want to change it very much because it did start as a good piece. Hopefully you all will enjoy it.

Allons-y.

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The string of the warrior's bow hummed lightly as it was pulled back completely taut with the overwhelming force in the shaft. The warrior lined up their shot carefully taking slow deep breaths as a bead of sweat slowly descended down from their temple. Moving slowly forward the warrior made their way through the shadows the black tinted armor masking their presence. The warrior stopped as movement was caught out of the corner of their eye.

A dark bulky shadow moved slowly forward the faint glint of dark armor and weaponry allowed the warrior to decipher if they were friend or foe. The warrior's companion, shield brother and family had tagged along on the mission saying that they were there was always trouble. Extra protection was the excuse this time.

The familiar ache of holding the heavily weighted bow reminded the warrior that this had to be done precise and silently. Moving the sight back into place the warrior took aim and waited for their shield brother to move to his targeted place. Taking another deep breath the warrior slowly started to relax their muscles before letting the air from their lungs come out easily as their released the arrow.

The aim was true as the arrow pieced through the back of the leather armor and into the heart of the enemy. Just as the plan played out three of the companions of the fallen ran over looking at what had happened to their comrade.

The warrior notched another arrow as her shield brother moved closer towards the target. Taking aim again the warrior let loose the second arrow just for it to make its home in another enemy's chest just above the heart in their aorta. Not even by the time the second enemy had fallen the warrior had loaded two more arrows and dropped the third and fourth enemy. The warrior set another arrow and crept forward silently as their shield brother moved forward through the now unguarded tunnel.

In a matter of moments the warrior and their shield brother had found the treasure room they had been looking for after disposing of several more enemies. The warrior's shield brother turned and looked at them dark amber gold eyes glinting from under his armor hinting at that roguish feral grin he would be wearing.

"I think Farkas will not be pleased that he will have to pay for our drinks at the pub for a full moon cycle." His chuckle muffled by his helmet.

"I think that Demitri will just be happy that you will return Gareth." The warrior said their voice also muffled by their helmet.

"Aye well grab this damn thing and be back at Whiterun by the morn. The wolf doesn't like it when he can't hunt for long."

The two pushed the doors open and quickly moved out of the way as the sound of an arrow trap releasing. The pressed themselves up against the side of the tunnel wall as the arrows cut through the air unrelentingly. The warrior grabbed the black armor plated shield from their back and the metallic black sword from their waist as Gareth pulled his increasingly larger shield from his back before retrieving his long sword. Throwing up their shields the two dodged and weaved through the door and around opposite sides of the room blocking and swiping arrows and spikes as they came.

What seemed like minutes later the barrage of projectiles ceased. The two warriors studied the room for a moment checking for more traps. Gareth gave the other warrior a brief nod before striding to one of the few chests in the room. The warrior placed their shield and sword back in their rightful place as they walked to the chest that was supposed to contain their target prize.

Testing the chest to see if it would just open the warrior huffed quietly at discovering it was locked. If one thing had come out of the war it was that people started to actually use their locks. Crouching the warrior pulled out their lock pick tools and started to work on the mechanism. Gareth moved slightly to cover the warrior's back as he finished his looting his eyes never staying in one spot too long.

"Did your mother ever teach you that lucky trick with her picks?"

After a few twists and a turn the warrior pulled back from the lock as the chest lid popped open. Gareth guffawed heartedly.

"It appears she did. At least you're more competent than the last milk drinker I had to tote around for the last quest. Sod couldn't tell what end could go into the lock from the hilt of his blade."

Putting the tools away the warrior waved him off then opened the lid fully taking a good look at what was inside. Crowns, golden and silver goblets, coins ranging from gold to copper littered the inside of the durable wooden prison. Grabbing what could fit into the cloth bag the warriors had brought the shorter of the two pushed aside some of the gold coins to find exactly what they had been sent to look for.

A pure gold and silver talisman of Talos shined dully back at the warrior. Grabbing the talisman and shoving it inside their armor the warrior turned and kicked the top close as the sounds of yelling and fast paced footsteps echoed through the tunnels. Tossing the bag to Gareth the warrior drew their bow taking point.

"Come on then you dirty bastards. I've fought skeever with more teeth than you lot." The giant of a man yelled.

"You just love egging them on don't you."

Taking off up through the tunnels the two shield siblings didn't stop to hesitate when attacked. Their pace, thanks to the beast, never slowed and found they were coming out of the ancient Nord tomb in a matter of minutes. Racing towards the tied off horses several yards away the smaller of the two turned and fired off several arrows each of them finding their home in a live body.

Making it to the horses they quickly untied them and took off at the fastest the horses could gallop. Looking back the two warriors saw the enemies yelling in anger. Gareth let out another loud guffaw at the scene behind them as he steered his horse towards Whiterun. The smaller warrior watched for a second longer before following at a slower trot.

As the two rode towards what they now called their home at Jorrvaskr they kept a wary eye out for the bandits that liked to roam in the area ahead of them that would cut off two days travel instead of going the safer route. True the Circle had claimed them as the foolhardy duo when they went on an assignment together but that did not mean that they were completely senile.

Resting one hand on each of their blades the warriors bayed their horses into a faster speed. Pushing forward into the bandit territory each of the warriors prayed to the gods that they wouldn't be pulled into another fight so soon after their last battle. With their prayers said they made their way deeper into the bandit country.

Hours blended together turning the bright midmorning into twilight as they moved closer towards Whiterun with not so much as a bothersome bug. Slowly the lush greenery of the forest and hills gave way to plains of grass and bushes that were scattered in odd places. Elk and deer lifted their head as the two passed by watching with a cautious eye before going back to their grazing.

Gareth reached back into his bag and pulled out a hunk of dried horker meat before splitting it into strips with a clean dagger. Waving a piece at his companion he broke the silence that had settled between them.

"You should eat you know. You won't be able keep up your strength if you don't."

The warrior waved him off with a black gloved hand. "I'll eat when we are back to Jorrvaskr."

Shaking his head Gareth pushed his helmet up so his face could be seen as he started eating. "Have it your way. I just hope, for your sake, that Serana doesn't find out."

The smaller warrior huffed through their nose and shifted in the saddle. The two continued in a muted silence that was only broken by the flesh being torn in two as the taller warrior ate. The sky slowly turned from hues of orange, blue and pink to an inky black with flecks of light coming from the stars.

Gareth shifted slightly as he looked around. "Something doesn't feel right."

"It's all the horker meat you've been eating. I don't think you've taken any time to breathe since you brought out the six pounds you've already eaten."

An arrow whizzed through the air before imbedding itself into the shorter warrior's shoulder just under the protective plate. They let out a startled grunt of pain before snapping the reins, pushing the horse into a full gallop. Gareth tossed the last hunk of meat to the side before taking off unsheathing his long sword. The archer shot out of the brush fast trying to keep the distance between them. The smaller warrior snarled and lobbed a dagger. The aim was true as the archer crumpled to the ground. Gareth looked towards his friend.

"It's not poisoned is it? I don't think we have any cure potions with us."

The short warrior wretched their helmet off short sharp pants breaking from their lips. Dark silver bangs fell into pained golden green eyes.

"Yes it is damn well poisoned. I can already feel it. Loot the archer I'm going ahead to Whiterun. Hopefully Sofie has her potions well stocked."

Gareth nodded. "Try not to get hit this time Ronaan."

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Hope you all liked it. It's a little rough around the edges but I think was ok.

Read and Review. Please.

Until next time.

-DCG