Wow, it's been a while since I updated this. I've been doing some job searching and spending time with family. So, after quite some time, I finally got around to writing a bit more. Enjoy.

Chapter 4: Rebuilding the Dawngaurd

A few days have gone by since Talis and Tymvir reported back to Isran. After fending off a few of Harkon's minions, they told him about Serana and the Elder Scroll she had. As Talis predicted, Isran wasn't too happy. However, he realized they had more pressing matters to attend to. So he sent the two of them to recruit a few of Isran's old colleagues. Sorine Jurard, a Breton who was an expert in Dwemer technology. Isran told Talis she was last seen in the Reach. Gunmar, a Nord hunter was said to be hunting bears in Eastmarch. Talis went to the Reach, and Tymvir went to Cronvangr Cave.

Talis took in the sights of the Reach. The last time she was in the area, she was freeing Markarth from Imperial rule. While the Reach was considered the most dangerous Hold in Skyrim, Talis would rather be here than where Tymvir was. She felt the breeze blow against her face. She tracked through the mountains, looking for this Breton girl. She fought off many of the Forsworn, most of them fighting for Madanach's revenge, Saber Cats, and Bears.

"By the Nine, how hard is it to fine one damn girl!" Talis yelled. She was to the west of Druadach Redoubt. She sat by a river. Talis reached into her knapsack and pulled out a loaf of bread. She also took out her map. As she was eating, she noticed a satchel floating by. She walked over and picked it up. She looked inside. "Dwemer Gyros." Talis said to herself. "Isran did say that she was a Dwemer maniac." She followed the stream to its source.

"No, no, no, no! Where is it?" Talis heard. She walked in the direction of the voice. She saw a woman, standing beside something Talis assumed was a small Dwemer ruin.

"Uh, pardon me." Talis said. The woman turned to her. She was dressed in leather armor and was carrying a Dwarven War Axe. "Are you Sorine Jurard?" Talis asked.

"I am. And you are?" The Breton asked in response.

"Talis Winter-Blood. I was sent by Isran." Talis told her.

"You must have the wrong person then. He made it perfectly clear the last time we spoke that he didn't want my help." Sorine said. "Said some very hurtful things to me."

"Look, we're starting to have Vampire problems. And to make matters worse, they have an Elder Scroll." Talis told her.

Talis got Sorine's attention. "Well, that is serious. I can see why he wants me. Alright, but I need to find the satchel."

"Satchel? What satchel?" Talis asked.

"A satchel full of Dwemer Gyros." Sorine said. "It's very important to my research."

Talis held up the satchel she picked up from the river. "Is this it?" She tossed it to Sorine.

"Yes! That's it!" She looked back at Talis. "Oh, thank you! Now that I have this back, I'll go with you. To Fort Dawnguard, right?"

"Yes. How did you know?" Talis wondered.

"Isran wouldn't stop talking about the place when we worked together. Anyone else you're recruiting?"

"A Nord named Gunmar. My…friend is getting him." Talis said. They started to talk as they went on their way. "Out of curiosity, do you know someone named Calcimo?"

Outside of Cronvangr Cave….

Tymvir smirked to himself. "I can see why Talis wanted to stay far away from this place." He said as he approached the web covered cave. Cronvangr Cave was a Frostbite Spider lair. He drew Kodavvhun and approached a red haired Nord with a Nordic Mace.

"Stay back! I've been tracking down this damn bear for two weeks! I won't let it have any more victims!" The Nord said.

Tymvir cleared his throat. "You're Gunmar, right? Isran sent me to find you."

"Isran? Needing someone else's help? Never thought I'd hear that. Well, he's a few years too late. I've already moved on. Besides, he assured me he could handle anything himself. What could he possibly want my help for?"

"Vampires. With an Elder Scroll." Tymvir dryly said.

Gunmar's eyes widened in shock. "By the Eight! Alright, help me with this bear and I'll go see Isran."

"Deal." Tymvir said. They entered the spider den, slaying the eight legged monstrosities. They made their way to the deepest part of the cave, seeing a Giant Frostbite Spider and Gunmar's Bear fighting. Tymivr drew his Nordic Bow and shoot the spider, killing it. The bear looked in the direction the arrow came from. Gunmar charged at it. Tymvir could hear the bear's skull crack when Gunmar hit its head.

Tymvir turned his head back. "Talis, you can come…oh, right. She isn't here."

"Friend of yours?" Gunmar asked.

"More than that, actually." Tymvir said. "She's deathly afraid of Frostbite Spiders."

"Ah. By the way, I never did get your name." Gunmar said.

Tymvir held out his hand. "Tymvir Stormcloak."

"The Son of High King Ulfric?" Gunmar asked. Tymvir nodded. "Are you going to get on my case about Talos?"

"No. The goal of the Stormcloaks was to restore the freedom to worship Talos, not to make it mandatory." Tymvir said.

"Oh, good." Gunmar said as he shook Tymvir's hand. "So, back to Fort Dawnguard."

As they walked out of the cave, filled now with dead spiders, Tymvir tried to make conversation. "Out of curiosity, why do you not worship Talos?"

"Personal reasons." Gunmar said.

"Fair enough." Tymvir said. "I won't pry any further."