Ok, I needed to post this(Really wanted to), so I just posted it anyway, without any reviews. Chapters 1 and 2 now officially done! After this one, you have to review (At least one, PLEASE) before I will post anymore! Tell me how you like it! Also, this one ends right when Jhak finishes Bleak Falls Barrow, then in the next chapter he goes back to whiterun and all that blahblahblah. PLEASE READ THIRD PAGE AND ANSWER QUESTION PLZ... THANK YOU FER READINZZZ(Chapters are not officially done until I say it at the bottom)
BETHESDA OWNS SKYRIM
Jhak walked up to the gates of Whiterun, behind Farkas and Aela. They were whispering about something, but Jhak's Khajiit ears picked it up easily. "So, do you think he might be able to join?" Farkas whispered softly to Aela. Taking a few steps before responding, Aela looked back at Jhak. "Yes. There's something special about him. And that armor he wears, red and black colored. He might be an assassin." Aela whispered back to Farkas. Jhak had heard everything they said. Aela and Farkas walked through the gates without a problem. "Stop right there, cat. You aren't allowed into the city." A guard said when he went to step through the gate. Farkas turned around, but Jhak had already confronted him. "This one has an important message for the Jarl. But, if you want to fly around in a dragon's stomach, turn me away." He didn't wait for a response, just walked forward.
Pushing open the gates, it was a lot different than Riverwood. People walking around, guards talking to citizens. A market was set up in the middle, so Jhak went forward and bought an apple. "See, we don't ALWAYS steal stuff. Only mostly everything." he said to the fruit seller. "Furry! Me and Aela are going back to Jorrvaskor. Feel free to join us after you talk to the Jarl. It looks like a boat, you cant miss it." Farkas yelled to him from across the market.
Walking up the steps to Dragonsreach, Jha'kzar was nervous. He knew that Khajiit were generally shunned by Nords. But he also knew that Riverwood needed help, and fast. With dragons about, a small town like that would get destroyed without a chance. The guards paid little attention to him, both discussing their terrible fate of being struck in the knee by an arrow while about adventuring. He opened the large doors, and saw the head of a dragon mounted on the wall above the Jarl's throne. "Wow..." Jhak whispered to himself as he stared at the ornate decorations, which had all probably cost more gold than he had seen his entire life. Jhak stepped up to the throne, looking at the Jarl. "Hello, my lord. I have come to inform you about the dragon attack on Helgen. Jhak was there." Jhak said. The Jarl turned, mouth open. "You survived? How?" Jhak, looking nervous, responded, "Hadvar helped this one and the Legate escape. We went to Riverwood, and they need guards there in case of a dragon attack." The Jarl contemplated his choices. I could either ignore him and send him on his way, or get his help and do what he asks. He has experience with dragons. Balgruuf looked up. "I will send soldiers there immediately. Let us go speak to my court wizard, Farengar. He has a project you can help him with."
Jhak followed the Jarl into one of the side rooms, and saw a man wearing dark robes standing over an alchemy table. "Farengar". Balgruuf said. "Yes, my Jarl?" the wizard responded without looking up. "I have someone who will help you with your dragon research. He will fetch the stone for you." Farengar stopped working, then slowly turned around. "A CAT? You have recruited a CAT to get an extremely valuable artifact out of a cave? First of all, they can't fight, second, he will probably run off with it." Farengar said darkly. "I'll copy down the information first, my lord." Jhak said sarcastically to the wizard. "Fine, I am looking for a stone in Bleak Falls Barrow. It has carvings on it. There will be Draugr, kill them." The wizard said, shaking his head. "Yes, my lord. I will return within a week." Jhak said.
Walking into Jorrvaskor, Jhak shook his head. This was the companions main base? An upside down boat filled with mead? "Ahhh, Farkas, I get it." He said, sitting down next to the big warrior and grabbing a mug. "Get what?" He asked. "The whole place. I was thinking that someone was obviously a bad captain, but then I saw the mead! There's no ocean anywhere near you, I'm surprised you have any left." Jhak joked. Farkas laughed and said "We get more every night. That's what the newest member's job is!"
Jhak walked out of Jorrvaskor with Vilkas, both thoroughly drunk. "So... you tink you can besth meee..?" Vilkas asked. "Yer, dis one can beat you anyyy day..." Jhak responded, throwing his sword into the practice dummy. "Oops, dint mean to hith you so hard buddy.." Jhak said, thinking the dummy was Vilkas. "Thas awright. Dint hert to ba... Wha you say about weee come back tomora an try agai..." Vilkas said, stumbling into a target. "Ye, maybe you are wight..."
"Damnit, fucking hangover..." Jhak said to himself the next morning. He got out of his bed and walked to the wash basin, splashing water on his face. Walking up into Jorrvaskor, Vilkas stood with his sword at his side. "Hey, Jhak. I hope your better now. I get to test your skills." Jhak grabbed his swords off the table and walked outside. They stood, ready to fight. Vilkas darted forward, slicing outward. Jhak jumped around his sword and sliced at Vilkas' back. Vilkas stumbled forward and Jhak banged the pommel of his sword on the Nord's helmet, just hard enough to make him collapse, but not knock him out. "Good fight, cat. Now help me up." Vilkas said, holding out his arm. Jhak shook it and pulled him halfway up before letting it go. "Bitch!" He heard behind him as he walked away laughing. "I'll get you back!"
Stepping away from the grindstone and sheathing his sword, Jhak was more than slightly worried about the upcoming adventure. He would have to clear out an old Nord tomb, filled with Draugr. Who knows what else would be in there. Maybe a dragon, he thought, purring in amusement. He walked towards the gates of Whiterun, ready to leave. "Khajiit! Yes, the one with red and black armor! Stop!" He heard behind him. "I am fairly certain I am the only Khajiit within these walls, there was no need to specify." He said, turning to face the courier. "Sorry, sir. I have been asked to deliver these notes to certain people who I think might like to visit a Mythic Dawn museum in Dawnstar. You look like the type who might like to go. Here, take the paper." The man said, before turning around and walking off. Jhak shoved the note in his pocket before walking towards the gates.
"And, right there..."Jhak whispered to himself as he released the arrow. It flew through the air, punching through the leather armor of the bandit he was shooting at. Drawing another arrow, he turned just in time to see one rushing at him, great-sword raised in the air. He let go, the arrow going through the eye slit in the helmet. The bandit collapsed, rolling down the hill. Jhak strapped the bow to his back and unsheathed his shortsword and dagger. He ran up the steps, blocking the swing of another bandit, then stabbing upward into the man's heart with his dagger. Crouching now, Jhak looked around for another enemy. None came. But out of the corner of his eye, he saw the quick movement and rolled forward. The arrow shot through the strap holding his quiver to his back, barely missing him. Jhak quickly stood up and threw his dagger. It jammed into the mans shoulder, giving Jhak enough time to slice into his chest with the sword. Gathering his stuff, he walked into the old tomb.
Leaning against the wall, Jhak tried to catch his breath while drinking a few stamina and health potions. Just having taken down about ten Draugr, he was injured in many spots. "Damnit. Hate thses stupid things. Can't they just have snakes like in Eleswyr?" He asked himself. "Or skeevers... Damnit. To Oblivion with this, I'm out. At least there's no spiders, hate those." He turned around... straight into the face of a giant frostbite spider. "FUCK" He yelled, and stumbled backwards. The pain in his leg was almost unbearable. His whole body was becoming numb. Quickly, Jhak drew his swords and stabbed forward, managing to jam his dagger into one of it's eyes, his sword slicing across the side of it's body. Stepping back, he grabbed the sword with both hands and crushed it down onto the beasts head. "Damnit, Damnit, DAMNIT!" Jhak yelled as he felt the poison spread through him, then ripped open the top of his pack. Grabbing a cure poison potion, he chugged it. "Ugh... I asked for it..." He said, leaning back against the wall. "Yes, you did, now do you think you could get me down...?" He heard from a spider web. "Sure, do you know where I can find a dragonstone?" Jhak asked him. "Yes, get me down and I'll tell you." The man said. Jhak sliced above his head, cutting him down. "Ha, loser, you think I'll share my treasures with YOU? A cat! Ha!" He yelled and ran off. Jhak sighed and picked up a war ax off the ground, throwing it into the man's back. "Idiot" he sighed, walking over and digging around in the man's pockets for a few septims and a strange golden claw. "Hmm, might need this." Jhak said to himself.
Jhak continued through the old tomb, eventually coming to a large circular door that had three outer rings. They had symbols engraved in them, and he realized that the claw he had found earlier had those exact same symbols, except in different orders. Jhak reached into his pocket and pulled out the claw, looking at the back. He quickly turned the wheels to match that inscription before inserting the claw into the center hole. The wheels spun rapidly, and the door started grinding downwards. Jhak reached out and pulled the claw from its place.
After many more Draugr and a couple skeevers, Jhak came to a black sarcophagus on a large stone altar. Next to it was a stone engraved with a strange language, on a taller altar, rising from the stone one. Gems were scattered around, mostly common soul gems though. He then saw a wall just like the one that was in Falkreath Sanctuary. It had a single glowing symbol. But Jhak heard it in his head. Fus. "Force" He whispered to himself, wondering how he knew it. He turned back around and picked up the dragonstone. As Jhak was walking away, he heard the now-familiar screeching of a sarcophagus opening. He turned around, but was not fast enough to avoid a deep cut on the side of his leg, and recognized a Draugr Overlord from a painting he had seen while stumbling backwards. Grabbing his daggers, he jumped out of the way as the Draugr swung at him. He threw the smaller one into the Draugr's shoulder, drawing his shortsword with the empty hand. With a massive swing, the greatsword came crashing down onto Jhak's crossed weapons, staggering him backwards. After that, a quick stab forward caught the Khajiit's shoulder. Jhak lashed his tail and dove to the side and the second swing slammed into the hard stone, sending up sparks. While the Overlord was unbalanced, Jhak rushed forward and slashed his opponent multiple times, before roughly dragging the blade of the dagger across the Draugr's throat.
After his most recent fight, Jhak was exhausted. His arms and legs ached like crazy, and he was out of breath. He stumbled up the stairs, following the winding cave into a small opening. From there, the exhausted Khajiit tripped out into the open forest of Skyrim, and collapsed on the ground, falling asleep.
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