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-18th of the Last Seed, 4th Era 201-

The next morning, Rahgol awakened to Danica marvelling over his clean bill of health, saying that even with Restoration Magic and potions he should've been bed-ridden for another two days at minimum.

"I've always been a fast healer." Rahgol said as an explanation as he stood and stretched, grunting as he felt several pops in his body. Lowering his arms, he looked at Danica. "Don't you have anything better to do than fawning over me?"

Danica shot him an annoyed glare before walking off with a huff. Shaking his head, Rahgol grabbed his weapons and the top half of his Iron Arkour, having taken it off so Danica could take a look at his wounds the previous day. Once he was dressed, the dark-haired Nord left the Temple of Kynerath and made his way to Dragonsreach, firguing he might as well see what it is the Jarl wanted him to do.

Entering the palace, Rahgol made his way to Balgruuf who was sitting at one of the long tables, having his breakfast but looked up upon hearing footsteps approaching him. "Ah, Rahgol. Feeling well today, I hope?"

"Yes." Rahgol grunted before crossing his arms. "Now, what is it you want me to do?"

Balgruuf stood and gestured for him to follow. "Come. We must go speak with my Court-Wizard, Farengar. He's been looking into a matter related to these Dragons, and… rumors of Dragons." They walked into a room, with an arcane enchanter, some potions, an alchemy table and a large table with a man with blue mage robes standing behind it. "Farengar, I've found someone who I think can help you with your research. Go ahead and fill him in with all the details."

As Balgruuf left, Farengar looked at Rahgol with an unimpressed look. "So the Jarl thinks you can be of use to me? Oh yes, he must be referring to my research into the Dragons. Yes, I could use someone to fetch something for me. Well, when I say fetch, I really mean delve into a dangerous ruin in search of an ancient stone tablet that may or may not actually be there."

"An artefact... you want me to bring you a possibly nonexistent artefact?" Rahgol asked with annoyance, mainly at the fact he could be going into a ruin for something that might not even be there. It didn't help that he was already grumpy, though that was just the way he is, and the fact he hasn't had something to eat yet also added to his foul mood. He sighed. "What's so important about it?"

"Not just a regular brute eh, but a learned one, perhaps even a scholar? Well I - like many others - long believed the Dragons to be mere myth and fantasy until you arrived with news about Helgen. From there, I poured over the ancient texts and sure enough, the patterns were there – hidden in the data – proving the existence of Dragons. This artefact, the Dragonstone, could be critical in determining where the Dragons went all those years ago and how they're making a comeback now." Farengar answered, his eyes lit up with excitement as he marked a map of Skyrim with the possible location of the Dragonstone, which just so happened to be Bleak Falls Barrow and handed it to Rahgol,

Rahgol sighed. "Fine. The payment better be worth all of this."

"You'll have to speak to the Jarl about that when you get back. Now, off to Bleak Falls Barrow with you. The Jarl is not a patient man. Neither am I, come to think of it." Farengar said. Rahgol shot him another annoyed glare before he strode out the room and out of Dragonsreach.


Rahgol blinked as he found himself in a very dark place. So dark he couldn't see anything in front, beside, or behind him. He then felt a breeze on his body and looked down, his eyes widening when he saw he was completely naked. He wasn't even wearing underwear!

"Well, this is unexpected." Rahgol muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. Suddenly, he heard breathing behind him and his body tensed before he slowly turned around only for his eyes to widen when he saw none other than the black Dragoness from Helgen standing before him. She had a very hungry look on her face as she licked her chops while eyeing him.

"Frolok ahst, kriist us zey ko hin jahr moro." The Dragon said. This time Rahgol could clearly make out the feminine voice. It was a beautiful voice, often associated with gorgeous women, yet it was powerful. But despite that, her words caused Rahgol's eyes to widen and he stepped back as she took a step forward.

"Easy now..." He said in warning, but she didn't seem to listen.

"Hi los gakrizar wah zey. Zu'u unt wah wahl qor aldak, jol hi unt wah helt qor aldak. Zu'u los ekrah, jol hi los joor. Hi los dii lotpaal, gaht Hi los gein zu'u lokal."

"Wait, what?" Rahgol blinked at her words in confusion and shock.

The Dragon pushed him onto his back and pinned him with one of her paws, laying down while crossing one foreleg over the one holding Rahgol down, her face coming inches away from the dark-haired Nord.

"Hey!" Rahgol grunted, trying to move but she had quite a grip.

"Hi frolok rinik liig, hi mindok tol?" The Dragon said, causing Rahgol to give her a surprised look but he was still very confused about what was going on here. However, he stiffened when the Dragon's wet tongue slowly licked him on the cheek, causing his mouth to drop open and he stared at her. And the more he stared... the more a part of him admitted that the Dragoness was completely gorgeous..

"Mu fen krif enook vorey. Un Thu'um fen keinul midrak enook vorey. Nuz waan monah los ges, ruz lokal zind pah, ahrk hi fen kos vungol mahfaeraak, Dovahkiin…" Rahgol's eyes widened, especially at that last word.

"You're mine, Rahgol." The Dragoness said with a smirk. Suddenly she vaguely disappeared, and everything went black.


-19th of the Last Seed, 4th Era 201-

"Gah!" Rahgol sat up, gripping one of his swords on instinct as it was laying next to him. He looked around wildly, only to see he was out in the wilderness, having already began the ascent to Bleak Falls Barrow but had stopped to rest. The sun was already rising on the horizon, so he must've been asleep for a few hours. However, his mind turned to the weird dream he had.

"Okay... I should lay off the mead." Rahgol muttered, rubbing his forehead. "I doubt a woman with anger issues like that Dragoness would ever act like that. Heck, I doubt any Dragoness would view a mortal in that way. And then she called me... Dovahkiin. Ah, just some damn dream. There's no way a Dragoness would be interested in a mortal like that, nor is it possible that I'm the 'Last Dragonborn' that's been prophesied. That should go to someone who fits the hero bill, which I do not."

Shaking the dream off as mere nonsense and just that, a dream, Rahgol got to his feet and continued onwards towards Bleak Falls Barrow after putting out the campfire he made.

He trudged through the snow on the ground, though it didn't slow him down. However, he narrowed his eyes when he saw a ruined tower that a few bandits had decided to occupy... and it didn't take the bandits long to notice him. One of them, a man, stepped forward while planting his Steel Warhammer into the snowy ground.

"You lost, friend?" He asked gruffly, eyeing Rahgol.

"No." Rahgol said calmly, his face blank as he stared at the bandit, noticing an archer above in the tower with his bow in hand while two others, a man and a woman, came out of the tower to stand beside their friend. "You do not want this fight."

The woman laughed. "Oh yes we do... but if you're too scared then just hand over everything you have. Coins, your weapons, and we'll let you live."

"No." Rahgol said coldly.

"Good." The woman smirked before she unsheathed her sword and charged with a yell, but Rahgol ducked her swing, then grabbed her sword arm and broke her arm which caused her to scream as she dropped her sword. Hearing the sound of an arrow be released on a bowstring, Rahgol used the woman as a shield to for the arrow which struck her in the head, killing her instantly. Rahgol tossed the body into the other two bandits who grunted and pushed the body off them while Rahgol casually cracked his knuckles, not even going to unsheathe his weapons as he strode forward towards the two bandits.

One bandit rushed at him with an Iron Sword,but Rahgol ducked under it, grabbed his wrist and broke it before he forced the bandit to stab the one with the Warhammer in his unarmoured chest while the first bandit fell on the floor in pain, right by a cliff's edge with a steep drop. Rahgol noticed this so he kicked the bandit in his stomach, causing him to roll off the side of the cliff and fall to his death. Rahgol then decided to check out the tower but was attacked as he ascended the stairs to the first floor by the archer, who had ditched the bow for an Iron Shield and Sword,

"Die!" The bandit yelled as he attacked the dark-haired Nord.

Rahgol quickly grabbed his sword arm and held it away from him while his other hand grabbed the exposed neck of the bandit and lifted him off of the floor while also applying enough pressure to force the bandit to drop his shield and attempt to force Rahgol to release him, which just annoyed him.

"I would've let you live had you not attacked me but since you've really pissed me off, I'm going to show you how long the way down is." He said, confusing the bandit as shown by the "huh?" he let out before Rahgol threw him over the edge of the stairs and let gravity take its course, hearing a loud CRUNCH as the bandit hit the floor.

After looting the tower, Rahgol continued on his way to the ruin where he encountered more bandits but he easily killed them in a similar manner before he entered the Barrow. There, he heard a rather interesting conversation.

"So we're just supposed to sit here while Arvel runs off with that golden claw?" One bandit said to his comrades.

"That Dark Elf wants to go ahead, let him. Better than us risking our necks" A second replied, female this time.

"What if Arvel doesn't come back? I want my share from that claw!"

"Just shut it and keep an eye out for trouble." Chimed in a third. Here, Rahgol walked out only to get attacked by all three at once but he grabbed one and threw him into the path of another's Warhammer, resulting in that bandit meeting a rather messy end and angering his colleagues who he killed by stabbing them both with his Iron Swords. After cleaning his swords of blood, he looted the comp the bandits had set up, finding a couple of Iron weapons and about 50 Septims in all… the currency that is, not the family.

From then on he headed further into the Barrow, finding a few bits and bobs here and there with the most notable find being a Fireball scroll, which he was about to discard until he heard someone calling for help. Curious, he followed the voice until he came upon a room covered in spider webs, much to his displeasure.

"Fucking hate spiders." Rahgol growled before seeing a Dark Elf trussed up in webbing 'Hm, that must be the Arvel that those idiots were talking about earlier.' He thought before noticing a big Frostbite Spider, which the Dark Elf was begging him to get rid of and free him.

Rahgol had to roll to avoid being struck by the spider's Frostbite Venom, then looked at the Fireball scroll he had before he quickly clenched his fist around the scroll and poured magicka into it, causing the scroll to activate and encase his fist with a fireball which he shot at the Spider, causing an explosion of fire and driving the spider back a bit, resulting in the thorax of the spider crashing into the Elf's web prison

"Oops." Rahgol said with amusement before the spider lunged at him and tried to stab him with its fangs but Rahgol quickly ran towards the spider and slid under it on his knees while stabbing its underbelly with one of his swords as he did so "HEY! Why are you angry at me? It was the Elf that touched your thorax, not me."

This comment appeared to anger the spider even more as it attempted to stab him with its fangs again which only got it an Iron Sword in its head but that STILL didn't kill it.

"Oh for fuck's sake... Just fucking die!" Rahgol yelled, stabbing his sword into the spider's head repeatedly until it finally collapsed and stopped moving. Rahgol panted a little before retrieving his sword and cleaned the blood off it, then the Dark Elf, Arvel, got his attention by speaking.

"Well done! That was quite a fight!" He said with wide eyes. Rahgol looked at him and approached, holding his swords in reverse and letting their tips drag along the floor to produce a metallic scratching sound as he approached the bound Elf. "Cut me down from here! Now!"

Narrowing his eyes at the Elf's arrogant attitude, Rahgol pointed one of his swords at him while giving him an intimidating glare. "I'd advise speaking to the man who just saved your sorry ass from being lunch with a little more respect. I'm assuming you're Arvel if you colleagues' description was anything to go by."

"Yes I'm Arvel, now cut me down or you'll never get the claw and the power the Nords have hidden here." Arvel said, trying to tempt Rahgol with the promise of power and wealth, which didn't impress him at all.

"I didn't come here for claws or power, so what are you talking about?" Rahgol growled, holding one of his swords up to Arvel's neck threateningly. "Explain quickly or this web will be decorated with your blood."

"OKAY! OKAY! The claw opens the door to the main chamber where treasures of massive value are held, I know how they fit together so release me and I'll show you."

'He's obviously lying and no doubt intends to take off after I release him, but I can use him to draw the Draugr's attention and to find any traps.' Thought Rahgol before slicing the webbing apart, cutting Arvel free and allowing him to run off calling Rahgol a fool, Rahgol halfheartedly aimed a stab at him but missed as the Dark Elf ran away taunting him, to which Rahgol responded with a sinister warning "You can run, Arvel, but you'll only die tired…"

Rahgol followed him through the crypt, watching as he narrowly avoided death by a Draugr's axe and a spiked door before he fell over and turned around to see Rahgol stalking up to him, swords drawn and held ready.

"You… you used me to get through the crypt…" Realised Arvel, eyes widening in terror as Rahgol approached, a bloodthirsty smile on his face, showing sharp canines. Arvel also though he saw Rahgol's pupils narrow to vertical slits but dismissed it as a hallucination due to his fear. He desperately swung at Rahgol with his Iron Sword but left himself wide open, which allowed Rahgol to dodge the swing and slice his sword arm off. Arvel cried out and recoiled away from Rahgol, hoping for something to save him from the angry Nord. "You… you're a… monster…"

"I don't like being double crossed Arvel, especially by someone I just saved." Rahgol said, seizing Arvel by his neck and lifting him up to eye level. "And now you pay the price for betrayal."

"Please… there must be something I can do… some form of reparation I can offer…"

"Your services are no longer required, this tomb is now yours." Rahgol said coldly before proceeding to cut Arvel's head clean off before shaking his own head as he dropped the body. 'Just what was that all about? It was like some red haze clouded my mind when Arvel ran, why did I react like that?' Shaking it off just now, Rahgol lotted Arvel's body and found the Golden Claw, as well as Arvel's journal. In fact, Rahgol was sure he heard something about a 'golden claw' being stolen from the Riverwood Trader when he was in Riverwood.

He didn't investigate since it wasn't his problem, but if this does belong to someone there... then he could get a decent amount of coin as payment for finding it. Rahgol hummed at this before pocketing the Claw, tossed Arvel's journal aside since it was of no use to him nor did he care about what the dead Elf had written, and continued on further into the Barrow, killing Draugr and nearly being sliced to ribbons by a trap until he reached a door with three carvings of animals on it, all stacked on top of each other, and a stone circle with three indentations on it.

'Hm, those carvings look like they can be moved, are they similar to the statues earlier on in the Barrow? If so, what's the combination? Those indentations look like they could fit the claw, maybe it has a clue.' He thought, turning the claw around in his hands before he saw some carvings in the palm of the claw. Realising that this was the correct combination, he rotated the carvings on the door to match the carvings on the claw and then fitted the digits of the claw into the indentations and rotated it, which caused the carvings to rotate until they all matched and the door to sink into the ground, revealing a room.

Upon entering this room, a light blue glow and a barely audible chanting caught Rahgol's attention as he headed over to a wall which had a number of scratches which he recognised as writing.

'Dovahzul? What's it doing here? Could this be a Dragon worshipper's tomb?' He wondered as everything faded to black except the one word which was highlighted in blue and the chanting became almost deafening before the glow died down and the world returned to normal.

"Well that was weird, why was my attention drawn to Fus like that? I already know the word so that can't be it…" He thought aloud before he heard a loud CLUNK! from behind him, he turned to see a Draugr emerge from a coffin which he immediately identified as a Draugr Overlord. "Oh great. Who let you in?"

"Zu'u vust laan hi rinis laan." The Draugr said, before taking a deep breath and shouting "FUS RO DAH!"

This created a dome of blue energy from the Draugr's mouth which expanded as it shot towards Rahgol and knocked him flying backwards into the wall with the Dovahzul carvings behind him, causing it to crack. Fortunately for Rahgol, his armour absorbed most of the impact so he only experienced minor bruising, but the attack had really irritated him; drawing his swords, he rose and fixed the Overlord with a death glare which caused the Draugr to laugh at him.

"Right, just for that... I'm going to pull that head of yours off!" Rahgol growled and charged, hacking and slicing away at the Draugr like a whirlwind until the Draugr swung at him with an Ancient Nordic Greatsword, which he blocked but the momentum of the attack sent him skidding back, the Draugr wobbled and used its sword to balance by sticking it in the ground.

"Hi fen biis fah tol meyzvolaaniik." It said, looking at Rahgol with murderous glowing eyes which made him smirk and cross his swords in front of him.

"I don't think so, the only one paying here will be you… brahnu hiraak." Rahgol's taunt infuriated the Draugr even more, resulting in it charging at him, Ancient Nordic Greatsword held aloft and leaving it wide open, which was what Rahgol wanted. Quickly, he crossed his swords and sliced the Draugr Overlord's legs off, a manoeuvre that was made easier by the decayed state of the Draugr. It fell face first and lost its sword which it attempted to find before Rahgol planted a foot on its back and placed his hands on each side of its head and pulled, the Draugr's head coming off shortly after and the eyes losing their glow to show it dying, permanently this time.

"Tch, told you I'd rip your head off, stupid corpse." Rahgol muttered, tossing the head aside before walking over to the coffin to see if the Dragonstone was located within, which it was, so Rahgol swiftly exited the Barrow by an exit he found near the Dovahzul wall.


-20th of the Last Seed, 4th Era 201-

Having had to stop off at Riverwood to give a man named Lucien the Golden Claw and get paid for bringing it back, as well as unwated advances from the man's sister Carmilla who wanted to 'thank Rahgol in her own way, Rahgol made his way back to Whiterun and entered Dragonsreach, his destination being the Court-Wizard who he found speaking to another woman that was bent over the table, looking at a map.

"You see? The terminology is clearly First Era or even earlier. I'm convinced this is a copy of a much older text. Perhaps dating to just after the Dragon War. If so, I could use this to cross-reference the names with other later texts." Farengar said with exictement in his voice.

The other person, a woman with a hood up, nodded. "Good. I'm glad you're making progress. My employers are anxious to have some tangible answers."

"Oh, have no fear." Farengar assured. "The Jarl himself has finally taken an interest, so I'm now able to devote most of my time to this research."

"Time is running, Farengar, don't forget. This isn't some theoretical question. Dragons have come back." The woman reminded him. Rahgol remained silent, crossing his arms and waiting... very impatiently.

"Yes, yes. Don't worry. Although the chance to see a living Dragon up close would be tremendously valuable... " Farengar said, causing Rahgol to withhold a scoff as he knew how that would end... with the Dragon either chewing him up or roasting the mage out of mere annoyance. "Now, let me show you something else I found... very intriguing... I think your employers may be interested as well..."

"You have a visitor." The woman cut in, seeing Rahgol standing there.

Farengar looked up and his eyes widened. "Oh! You're back... and you're alive!"

Rahgol, grunting at the lack of faith though he really didn't care, took out the Dragonstone and handed it to the wizard. "Here. This is what you wanted, right?"

"Ah! The Dragonstone of Bleak Falls Barrow! Seems you are a cut above the usual brutes the Jarl sends my way. Here, take this for your trouble." Farengar said, handing Rahgol a coin purse of 100 Septims. "My... associate here will be pleased to see your handiwork. She discovered its location, by means she has so far declined to share with me." He looked at the woman. "So your information was correct after all. And we have our friend here to thank for recovering it for us."

The woman looked at Rahgol, who now noticed her long blonde hair within the confines of her hood. "You went into Bleak Falls Barrow and got that? Nice work. Farengar, send me a copy when you've deciphered it."

"Of course." Farengar nodded.

Rahgol walked off and left Dragonsreach, letting out an exhale as he did, wondering what else he was going to do. His eyes turned to his left and he saw the roof of Jorrvaskr, which he remembered was the home of the Companions and he remembered two members, Aela and Farkas, offering him a chance to join if he feels up to it. Since he had nothing else on his plate, the dark-haired Nord made his way to Jorrvaskr, figuring he might as well join since it could also help him improve his skills in combat.

Upon entering, he blinked as he saw a fight break out between a Nord woman and a Dark Elf. He ducked as a steel plate came spinning towards him and nearly took his head off, next a half-full tankard of mead came which he caught and threw back in the general direction of where it came from, hitting the Dark Elf between the eyes, knocking him unconscious and causing the Nord he was in a fist fight with to laugh at his misfortune. Seeing Farkas leaning up against a pillar near the door, he approached him.

"Farkas, right?" He said, getting the man's attention.

"Yeah. You're Rahgol, right? Here to join the Companions?" Farkas asked.

Rahgol shrugged. "Got nothing better to do, so I figured why not. It's mainly to improve my combat skills."

"Right, you'll be wanting to head town those stairs there and talk to the old man, Kodlak. He can look into your eyes and tell you your worth, so it'll be him that decides whether you can join us or not." Farkas told him.

"Okay, thanks Farkas." Said Rahgol, which earned him a nod from Farkas as he left and headed down the stairs and came into a corridor, looking around the corridor, he saw a black haired man talking to an old man who he assumed was Kodlak and arrived there just as their conversation ended.

"Enough Vilkas, we should not discuss these matters in front of guests." Said the old man firmly as he noticed Rahgol approaching. "Hello there, friend, my name is Kodlak Whitemane, what can I do for you?"

"My name is Rahgol, I was told to talk to you about joining the Companions." Rahgol said rather straightforwardly, getting a displeased look from the black haired man that Kodlak had identified as Vilkas as Kodlak gave him an affirmative answer.

"Forgive me for my disrespect, Harbinger, but are you just going to let him join, just like that? I've never even heard of this… Rahgol." Interjected Vilkas, frowning at Rahgol who folded his arms and gave him a bored look back.

"While it is true that our newest member is a complete mystery, remember that the Companions have always accepted members from a variety of sources, sometimes the famous come to us and sometimes people come to us for fame. What matters is not their reputation but the strength of their heart." Answered Kodlak, addressing Vilkas' concerns and getting an unimpressed look in return.

"A strong sword arm also helps." He pointed out.

After a moment, Kodlak nodded. "You have a valid point, Vilkas. Take Rahgol upstairs and evaluate his combat performance."

"As you wish."

Vilkas and Rahgol walked out to the courtyard to test Rahgol's combat capabilities and stood opposing each other, Vilkas drew a Steel Greatsword and yelled a battle cry, charging at Rahgol and swinging at him, Rahgol ducked under the swing and propelled himself into Vilkas, tackling him onto the floor. Rahgol quickly got up before Vilkas could recover and stood, placing one foot on the blade of the greatsword and one foot on Vilkas' chest while drawing one of his swords, pointing it at Vilkas' chin.

"Yield." He said and Vilkas did so. He got up and picked up his blade, returning it to its sheathe on his back.

"You're mightier than you look and smarter too, not many would think to defeat me like that, I'd say you're competent enough to join us. Now, as your first task as a Companion, you can take my sword to Eorland Gray-mane. You'll find him working the Skyforge there." Vilkas said, handing a sword to Rahgol of a make that he did not recognise and then pointed to a hill next to the courtyard which Rahgol headed to and met with the Eorland. The aged smith took the sword and gave him a shield and asked him to take it to Aela the Huntress, who was located in the living quarters of Jorrvaskr. Upon walking into her room, he encountered her talking to another Companion.

"Eorland asked me to give you this." Rahgol said, handing her the shield.

"Ah, finally finished fixing it has he? Wait, you look familiar…" She said, frowning in thought until she remembered. "You were the milk-drinker that headbutted me back at that farm!"

"You'd think that someone headbutting you would be more memorable, does it really happen to you that often?" Rahgol asked with a taunting smirk.

"Shut it before I decide to introduce you to my dagger!" Aela growled.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Aela." The Companion Aela was talking to interrupted, looking a little amused. "I saw him fighting Vilkas in the courtyard, he's a tricky one."

"So it was you that gave Vilkas a good thrashing, I wonder how you'd fare in a real fight against him…" Aela said, looking impressed at Rahgol's accomplishment, which caused Rahgol to frown.

"Don't let Vilkas catch you saying that." The other man warned.

"Oh shush, Skjor." Aela told him then looked at Rahgol.

"He underestimated me and I caught him off guard, two factors that I used to defeat him. He won't make the same mistake again if he's smart." Rahgol replied, folding his arms. "Now, was there anything else or can I go now?"

"You've got spirit… I like you." Said Aela, giving Rahgol a smirk "Maybe I'll fight or hunt with you myself one day, but for now Farkas will show you to your room."

As if summoned by Aela mentioning his name, Farkas walked in and after exchanging a few words with Aela and Skjor, he motioned for Rahgol to follow him.

"So Kodlak approved of you, that's good. I think you'll be a great addition to the Companions." He said to Rahgol as he walked, which surprised Rahgol as most of the other Companions didn't seem to think much of him.

"Thanks, it's always nice when someone makes you feel welcome." Replied Rahgol, taking in his surroundings.

"Don't worry about the others, they're distrusting of outsiders and with good reason, but they'll eventually warm up to you." Farkas assured.

"I guess I can only hope but in the end it doesn't really matter to me, if they want to distrust me then that's their business." Rahgol said.

"That's probably the best attitude to take, just gain their respect and you won't have a problem with them." Farkas said as they rounded a corner and came into a room filled with beds. "This is where the new bloods stay, your bed is over there in the corner. If you want work, come and see me later. Oh, and welcome to the Companions..."


And I'll end it there, shall I? Let me know what you think in the reviews, see if anybody's got ideas or something. I don't know what to update Rahgol's armour to, because he can't just remain in Iron Armour forever. Although, it's not like he can easily forge Daedric Armour or even Ebony Armour, since he'll need Ebony Ingots for the latter, and a Daedra Heart for the former.

Dragon Tongue translations:

Zu'u vust laan hi rinis laan: I could ask you the same question

FUS RO DAH: Force Balance Push, the Unrelenting Force shout.

Hi fen biis fah tol, meyzvolaaniik: You will pay for that, trespasser.

brahnu hiraak: Useless pig