Forward Notation.

I would like to point out that I use a large number of mods for Skyrim. Some of them are no longer available. One includes adding various armors from the Morrowind game such as Troll bone, Dreugh, chitin. As a result, someone might find me making reference to a material last seen in the Video Game Morrowind. Also I was never happy with the fact that some weapons were removed from the later games. Spears, Staves, throwing weapons etc. So I will be including them and perhaps other medieval weaponry such as a Mancatcher. And this is a nit pick on my own part. In Morrowind the shield have two strap, over the arm and one to hold onto. The shields of Oblivion and Skyrim only have the hand hold. Which is a step back in shield technology. So I will be correcting many of these errors as I am doing minor research in medieval weapons and armor. As for styles, expect to see armors from previous games such as Oblivion, and Morrowind in this story. Such as Irileth's emerald green armor. Which is Vvardenfell Glass armor. While there is also Cyrodillic glass armor, and Skyrim glass armor. These are more regional styles of armor.

Also on Murtagh's skills for clarification he's quite skilled with blades of all types. Daggers, short swords, one handed and two handed swords. He's experienced with Heavy armor, to a lesser extent Light armor. Also blocking, sneaking and of course archery. So in game states Murtagh is around level 30-35. The use of money such as adding Silver and copper coins, is historical. Gold is a fairly rare metal, and while prized for money it is Silver that carried the backs of empires like Rome. Greece. So I am adding Trade bars of Copper, Gold and Silver. Ten copper coins equal a Silver coin, ten silver equal one gold coin. Copper coins are called Crowns, Silver coins Drakes, and Gold coins are called Dragons. For future reference on the story

Inheritance of Skyrim
Chapter 5

A Father's Sword

By. R. Reichelderfer

Murtagh had to wonder and ask himself why he was here. Of course, he recalled. He had been walking in Whiterun and over heard a man arguing with his wife over his Father's sword. Apparently he or his father had lost his sword, and it had been recovered by bandits. After hearing how his father had fed his family from the gold he made from that sword. Murtagh felt some pangs of empathy. So when his Wife told him that he could go get his sword or keep his wife and daughter. For if he stepped one foot outside the city gate for it she would not be there when they got back.

Feeling some sympathy Murtagh, as much as he hated his own father wanted Zar'roc, his father's sword. It was his, and he resented the fact someone else had it. Even if it was his younger brother, Eragon. So that was why he was here. I was a walled fort around an old Iron mine called Halted Stream Camp. Now taken over by bandits according to locals he asked, the area had at least six of them patrolling the outer wall. Thankfully it was night time, having woken up in the late evening. So after telling the man he would at least consider looking for the blade. On the rocks as the moons provided enough light to see, the clear skys allowed the aurora to allow him to see fairly well. Thorn had woken up and then nuzzled Murtagh and convinced him that he would be alright alone. Murtagh said to Thorn if anything bad happened to him he would burn Whiterun to the ground and kill every single person.

Murtagh had scouted the camp from a distance, he was now up on top of the Rocky outcropping above the camp. He could see a few braziers with fire providing light inside the camp, and a couple patrols on the outer wall. Holding his bow he could see at least four or five people in the area. Drawing a few arrows Murtagh watched the patrols on the outer walls. He watched them Move around and the pattern was fairly routine. Three guards between three walls and two gates. Taking a look around to make sure there were no bandits on his area he watched the two to the right side of the wall meet at a gate and then turn around and head the other way. At the other end he could see a guard reach the end of his patron and turn back. So the way it worked was that the guy in the middle would meet his patrol partner when he reached one end or the other. Which meant Murtagh would need to be very quick. If the one guard got to the end of his wall and not see his companion, he would raise the alarm.

Choosing to start with the one on the far left. Murtagh judged the distance sixty or seventy feet. The guy in the middle, forty to fifty feet. and the one to his right, thirty to forty feet. He would have to be quick and fast on two. Starting with the farthest Murtagh put two arrows into the ground and then drawing his bow back he took aim at the bandit. as he met his partner watching them with a trained eye he watch him turn and head back the other way. As he got to the middle of his trip he let the arrow go. It flew through the air, and impacted his target in the head knocking him to the ground unmoving.

Drawing a second arrow from the ground Murtagh took aim at the watchman in the middle as he met his counterpart and turned to head back. As he reached the middle of the wall Murtagh fired the arrow as it sailed clean and true impacting the man's head.

Working quickly Murtagh took aim at the third guard drawing his bow back as he let his arrow fly. The air sailed through the air and impacted the spike on the wooden wall with a thud before continuing to hit the guard in the head striking him dead. At that point someone in the Fort area said, "What was that?" and moved into the open, Murtagh saw a flash of light as the man now had an aquamarine glow around his entire body. In his right hand held a white light and in the other what looked like fire. Taking a deep breath Murtagh drew his bow back taking aim at the base of the man's neck. As he turned around The arrow was let go as it struck him through the mouth knocking him back. Murtagh held his ground. listening and waiting for the reactions of anyone else. For a full five minutes Murtagh held silent before he began to creep down to the main camp. In the light he made sure his targets were dead before he spotted the door to the mine and began to move forward.

Once inside. He could hear the tell tale sound of a pickaxe hitting the rock wall, as well as the sound deeper in the mine as he began to creep along in the darkness. Roots and rocks stuck out of the walls of the mine, wooden beams cracked and dirt fell from the roof. It had not been entirely well cared for. In the faint torch light Murtagh could see a round plate on the ground, and creeping closer he could see it as a pressure plate. Looking around, and finally up he saw loose rocks above him held in position by some wooden planks held together by ropes and hooks. Moving with extreme care around the plate he could see a single person working a pick axe at a vein of Ore. He was wearing at beast a mixture of lethal and hide armor. Taking aim Murtagh was able to bring him low before he knew Murtagh was there.

Creeping around he could see a locked gate blocking off the rest of the mine. Murtagh checked the lock and saw a key on the table near the back of the mine. Taking hold of it he moved to the gate and with luck managed to unlock it with that key. Pocketing it, he might need it later for some reason. Checking through the corridor down Murtagh carefully took some steps down into the main area. Listening he could hear a number of people talking and making noise. He had to be careful of the bone chimes hanging from the ceiling. they would be loud enough to give his position away. As he listened he could hear one in a deep voice say. "Gotta have a sharp axe to cut through all that fat..." He heard as he peeked around a corner to get the layout of the area.

He could hear someone sharpening an Axe on a grind stone as a reply came from out of sight. "Hurry up with it, we've got a merchant in the pit to take care of after we carve this thing up." Getting a glimpse of the area Murtagh could see the entire place was dirty, messy, and worse covered in oil. Inhaling he could tell it was Flammable oil, one spark would set it off as he saw a massive Mammoth inside the main area. And in the area of the oil two or three people. someone was standing on a platform, as Murtagh looked around for anything that could start a fire, and noticed glowing pots above the area providing light. Flames licked from the side of them as Murtagh drew an arrow, took aim at one of the ropes holding the pot a lift and then let the arrow fly. It sunk deep into the wood cutting the rope allowing the pot to fall through the air as people took notice and then one turned around just in time as the pot hit the oil covered ground and burst open.

The oil under then ignited causing an eruption of flame making them scream out in pain. Rolling black smoke came from the fire as Murtagh pushed back the way he came. Screams were heard as the fire engulfed them and Murtagh got behind the iron gate, slammed it shut and locked it. He could hear a number or them swearing they would would, Split him open like an old woman's purse. As he got to the back of the mine he drew his bow as the smoke yielded two people badly burned with their fur and hide armor blackened from the fire. As they hit the gate Murtagh fired off an arrow through the bars and hit a woman who's skin was burned between the eyes. As someone else came up Murtagh fired two more shots through the bars dropping them as well. The Smoke after a while started to thin out as Murtagh began to get closer to the door and unlock it. Stowing his bow he began to draw his sword and shield.

He could hear coughing and hacking down in the mine area. So he came down the decline prepared for an ambush. The Sword he used wasn't the steel sword he had been given. Rather it was a Dwarven hand and a half sword. It had the title Blade of Whiterun. A Symbol of his status as a Thane. The Blade held a lightning enchantment that would help defeating enemies, as he moved down onto the charred and smouldering wooden rampart. Murtagh could see in the distance, someone in Bone white armor with a helm that looked like a Skull of some sort. He was holding a sword and shield. Recovering he looked over at Murtagh and said, "Time to Die Hero!" And with it he began running at Murtagh. Murtagh jumped over the smoldering rail of the rampart as Murtagh and the Bandit leader clashed.

Lifting his sword up he lashed out bringing the blade down on the Shield of the bandit which was a large round shield like he had, there was a flash of light as an electrical charge erupted. As the chef blocked his blow Murtagh swung with his shield arm and bashed the bandit leader who had been ready for an attack. The Shield bash staggered the Bandit as Murtagh took advantage of his staggered situation as Murtagh spun around swinging his blade around and with a well placed strike took the bandit's head clean off his shoulders. Murtagh despite the recent events had lost none of his deadly skills. Now all he had to do was take stock of the situation and find Aren's Sword.

Having thoroughly searched the mine Murtagh was almost over loaded with what he had uncovered. While he had managed to find the Iron sword Aren wanted, but Murtagh had found perhaps something of greater value. He had found multiple bars of Gold. All reasonably pure, but what he found more importantly was a tome of magic. After leafing through it some how the Tome imparted the knowledge within into Murtagh's mind. As he could feel the magic in him he began to focus on it and understood the function of the spell. Through experimentation he found he could turn Raw Iron ore into silver, and then silver ore into gold. It did tire him out some what but he did find that it was not what he thought it was. There was something new, The same energy that the dragon had filled him with when he slew it, and it replenished faster than his stamina did. He also found out that he could cast other spells without words.

He had found over thirty gold bars, and with some practice with the Forge and the pouring buckets he was able to produce the gold bars with reasonable purity. Gathering any coins up, those gold bars, and other things of Value. Murtagh would be set financially in Skyrim for a very very long time. Gathering up the items of value, gems, coins and some armor. Those gold bars would be enough for him to perhaps buy some better gear. So he was en route to Whiterun as he lead his Horse behind him walking. Having loaded up his stallion he did not want to over work him. Looking up at High Hrothgar, Murtagh wondered about heading there. But decided against it for the foreseeable future. He wanted Thorn to grow strong and big enough he could carry him aloft. Preferably when he could breath fire. Heading back to the City.

Murtagh had spent so much time in the mine that the sun was rising in the east. Allowing him to watch as the light shined from behind the Mountain, Throat of the World. Walking through the plains Murtagh could see the butterflies and various other animals. He could also see the giants in the distance he had been told about. Moving along he kept and eye on his surroundings making sure that he wouldn't be ambushed. After a couple hours he reached the gates of White run and with his horse managed to move into the city. The Gold bars he would need to explain to the Jarl at least but since they had no marks chances are unless the Jarl had missed a few shipments of gold. he would be able to keep them hopefully for a modest tax. Murtagh knew where they had come from, that spell and the mine.

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Having returned to Whiterun. He was able to return the blade to it's rightful owner who gratefully showed Murtagh a number of Sword and shield techniques. One's that would help him greatly in the future. Selling off the excess goods he had, Murtagh had returned to Dragonsreach. Approaching the Steward. Murtagh had talked to him about the gold he found. Regardless he could buy more Iron Ore for transmutation. He was told the bars were lacking any marks and that no shipments of missing gold had been reported. If they contacted either the Stormcloaks or Imperials they would undoubtedly say it was their shipment respectively. As he listened he heard that the Battle-Borns and Grey-Manes where both interested in buying the mine after it had been taken over by bandits. The Jarl had place a price on the mine. One thousand gold coins to who ever gathered the money first. And after the accountants purified and refined the gold bars. Murtagh had roughly 25 bars of nearly pure gold once excess slag was removed. The smelter said it was most likely reformed from raw ore, and then smelted by novices. Each bar was fairly small and weighted two pounds. Fifty coins to a pound. So Murtagh had twenty five hundred gold coins.

Meeting with the Jarl the pair talked about the Mine, and with Murtagh laying down eleven bars of gold helped convince the Jarl. And with some time Murtagh was able to buy the deed to the Mine. With the average coin used being silver, and Silver coins being ten to one gold coin. Murtagh had a lot of money. He know this would anger the Battle-Borns and Grey-Manes. But if Murtagh was to be a Thane, he would need to have some sort of income. And now all he had to do was figure out who to hire to guard and work the mine. He had used a money changer to turn the Gold bars into silver coins. And now, in terms of wealth. There was little doubt he was wealthy. If it were not for the oaths holding him bound to Galbatorix, he would actually be quiet content to settle down and live his life peacefully. But with Thorn, and him apparently as this. Dragonborn. His life in Skyrim promised to be anything but dull.