A/N: Welcome to Chapter 2! This took longer than expected seeing as my muse is literally a dead fish when it wants to be. So here we go!
Summary: I woke up in Skyrim of all places! Why couldn't it have been something easy like Stardew Valley and what's this book on meads and why am I a giant!?
Chapter 2: Grief! Rage! and Discoveries!
Broken Limb Camp: The Next Day
Waking up to the sound of crows wasn't the worst way to wake up nor was it the most pleasant way, groggily I sat up bringing my hand to rub my face as I tried not to fall back asleep. Grunting I get up and stretch, getting several satisfying pops going through my back, humming I walk over to the sabercats carcass, due to this being Skyrim and Skyrim being cold the carcass could still be harvested.
Just as I was about to carve the rest of the carcass I stopped, an idea settled in my head, walking over to the rest of the wood pile and the leather strips. I pick them up and walk over to the coal pit near the pyre, digging three holes in a triangle fashion. I go about setting up a smoker, tying up the sticks. I break several sticks and with the rest of the leather strips I make a platform about a foot above the coals.
Smiling at my invention I grabbed the rest of the sticks, and began to sift through them for those that would make for good skewers, found six and I went about sharpening them with my dagger. I set them down and reached out, grabbing the carcass and slicing the rest of the steaks off the carcass. Piercing them with the skewers I hang the meat on the smoker before pushing several hot coals from the pyre into the pit.
Getting up I was about to head out when a snore got my attention, turning I see Jern sleeping open mouthed and sprawled out. I spotted something of interest, Jern's foot was extremely close to the pyre, chuckling at Jerns soon to be problem I headed out, leaving my club as I did so. Wandering down south I run into my first human interaction or should I say Elven interaction.
Happening upon this elf was by chance really as I didn't even know they were here!? The Dark elf in question was a beauty there was no doubt about that but it just goes to show how much Skyrim was held back. Beautiful black locks framed around a heart shaped face, eyes a deep ruby red and full lips made up her face but what completed the package was her body, clothed in a black robe that hugged her curves quite nicely revealing a very generous chest and wide hips.
Tilting my head to the side as a Dark Elf flung a fireball at my head I'm snapped out of my thoughts, I kicked out with my right leg catching a flame atronach that got too close in the chest sending her flying past the dark elf and into the pond they set up camp at. The dark elf stumbled back as I advanced forth, her hands raised in surrender, I knelt down in front of her before my hand came up and 'gently' patted her head. The dark elf froze as my hand made contact and stayed still even as I got up and wandered past her to the old nordic table with a preserved draugr of all things on it!
Reaching down I grasp the book sitting by the draugr before walking past the dark elf and heading back to my camp, as I pass the dark elf I give some parting words to her "Try not to anger those that could easily kill you small one, it would be a shame to have to kill a lovely flower like you." With that I made my way back to camp picking up several bundles of wood and vines in the process.
What I didn't see was the dark elf face as I was leaving, staring at my back in shock as she seemed to understand my warning, heh like that would ever happen! I'm a giant for the gods sake! How can anyone, not a giant or other creature, understand me?
That 'Dark Elf' POV:
Staring at the giant's back as my mind comprehended what he just said I felt several emotions, first was fear seeing that the giant made quick work of my familiar. Second was shock as I could understand what he was saying and third was embarrassment for his compliment.
Once the shock wore off I rummaged through my sack looking for a very 'specific' bottle I bought from a traveling khajiit caravan a while back. Finding the nearly empty bottle I bring the label up and am shocked.
-Potion Of Translation
-Made by Kazzhirr of Elsweyr
Just what did I buy?
Bjorns POV:
Trudging my way back to camp I gather lumber for the pyre and smoker and any vines from any trees to use, stopping when I hear what sounds like bees buzzing and an angelic voice singing. Turning to the noise I'm greeted with the sight of a spriggan, a spriggan is a only female race of creature, the closest thing to a dryad as it can get here in elder scrolls. The spriggan stopped singing as she noticed me, we both stared at each other for what felt like an eternity before I began walking away, leaving the spriggan alone in her little patch of trees.
Just before I reached the edge of camp I came upon a hotspring, setting down my supplies. I stare into my reflection, unlike the giants from the game I look humanoid in appearance; with thick pale skin, long, powerful limbs, large hands and feet, and thick brown hair decorated with braids and beads and eyes the color of coal, pretty much a giant extremely pale nord. Shaking my head I picked up my supplies and headed back to camp. I heard Jern before I saw him, he was hopping around on one foot while holding the other while firing off curses in the wind.
My chuckling got his attention as he turned glaring at my amusement to his pain, he stops his glaring when he notices what's in my hands.
"Bjorn, what do you have there?" Jern asked, looking at the book held in my hand, with a sigh I walked over and dropped the lumber and vines a couple feet away from the smoker.
I stare down at the book, on the cover it read 'Cherim's Heart', if I remember correctly it was a smithing book, with a smile I reply "This Jern" I held up the book "Is what the small folk call a book, you read them and you learn things from them this one is about blacksmithing." I finish leaving Jern astonished. For a moment there was silence as Jern absorbed what I said before he said something of interest "Huh, really now well that'd explain what that fellow gave us after we got to drinking." he said scratching his chin "I barely remember what he said it was about, something about meads or some such thing like that." he continued to scratch his chin in thought, trying to remember what 'Sam' said about the book.
Staring at Jern for several moments, waiting for him to remember until I decided to just read the book 'Sam' gave us. Walking over to the chest I reach inside and pluck the book out, taking a closer look at it I realize that it wasn't a book at all but rather a Journal, opening up to the front page I got a name to who this journal belongs to.
= Voljar's Meadery Recipes=
-Author Voljar Snowpeak-
Staring at the Journal for a very long while I sat by the chest as I gently turned the pages, recipes coming and going till I reached the end, gently closing the book. With a sigh I place both books down in the chest before standing, Jern looked at me with concern as my face showed no emotion before a big grin settled on my face as an idea hit me, a idea so dumb that it just might work, turning to Jern I speak "Jern my friend how would you like to make some mead?" I asked Jern to perk up in interest as I began to explain to him my idea.
It took awhile but we both got the gist of it, though us getting the equipment to make the stuff put the idea on hold for now. Checking the smoker I see that it needs more time before the meat is ready, turning I reach out and grab my club before sitting down with the club in my lap, undoing the straps I release the rock from the top of the club letting it tumble to the ground. Getting up I reopen the chest and grab the smithing book before returning to my spot, reading the book I found out the book was about tailoring not blacksmithing, a slight setback but I can improvise. Setting the book down I grab the largest 'stick' of the pile, a stick of about 7 feet in length and thick enough that I could hold it comfortably within my hand. I reach over and pluck the unused dagger and go about stipping the 'stick' of bark.
Once the stick was bark free I grasped the rock next to me and with careful movement I began to hammer the dagger into the stick, all the while Jern was watching me from across the pyre staring at my work in interest. Once I chipped enough wood from the stick that I could see through it, I set the stone down and reached over for the straps, stretching them out. Once done I took the rock and set it in the hole nodding my head when the rock fitted in the slot. Taking the rock out I grab the 'stick' and stick the head of it into the fire slowly turning it as I did so, burning the loose fibers from it and also blackening it. Setting the rock back inside the slot I wrap the leather strips around it before tying it and securing the rock in place.
Nodding my head I swing my new weapon, watching as the rock stayed in place, placing the club down I reach over and grab the bark and with care began to split the bark separating it from the fibers, once that was done I set the fibers down and reach for another 'stick', this process continued till all the sticks I brought back were barkless.
Turning to the smoker I checked the meat and saw that it was done, beckoning Jern over I handed him three skewers leaving me with three, as we ate Jern asked "Bjorn, what are you doing with the bark?" I turn to him mouth full, swallowing the meat I reply "Turning it into cord for later use why?" Jern looked confused as to what that is so I began explaining how to make cord and what you can use it for.
After the meal and explanation of how to make cord as well as what you can use it for I got back to work, leaving the bundles of cord to my right I grab my club and plant it head first into the ground, reaching over I grasp the cords and begin wrapping it around the handle.
First I measured it and wrapped it at the halfway point of the cord, this gives me two lengths of cord to interlock as I wrap the handle, the left half went right while the right half went left when I got to the end of my cord I tied it of around and with my dagger I gently pushed the ends into the folds of the wrapped handle securing it.
Finishing the handle I smile in satisfaction. I set my new club down before I begin to relax, staring up at the mid evening sky. I wonder what the world has waiting for me.
Not even five minutes later Jern was pestering Bjorn to make him a new club too.
3 Days later
Skyrim is a dangerous place no doubt about it, not even a day later after getting our new clubs made our camp was attacked by marauders, bandits and even mercenaries. I'm currently running through the rocky terrain bare footed carrying our chest while Jern stayed behind to fight. If I remember right I should be coming up to Darkwater Crossing, stopping briefly to catch my breath I contemplate on where to go. To the west is Ivarstead and to the south past Darkwater Crossing is Shor's Stone and further still is Riften.
I'm brought out of my thoughts as I feel a sharp pain in the left half of my back forcing me to drop to a knee, the chest I was carrying falling forward, my entire body going numb as electrical shocks coursed through my body.
"Hahahaha! Did you see that boys! Another perfect shot!" an excited voice yelled from behind me.
"Yes, yes we've seen it before Malour, let us just get the damned chest and get, the boss wants this over with already." A female voice calmly said, sounding incredibly bored.
"Oh shut your trap Nessia! I want to have some fun with this one! The other one didn't even last that long!" Malour yelled out before he and Nessia, a pair of Bosmers, stepped into view. They looked identical except for one being male and the other being female. But I wasn't paying much attention to them, but what they said.
"Jern was Dead?!"
That line of thought kept repeating in my head as Malour stepped closer pulling out a glowing red arrow that glowed brighter when he pulled it back in his bow.
"Heh! Look at him Nessia! He's shaking! But don't worry giant!" here Malour grinned a malicious grin "You'll be joining him soon enough!" here he laughed out.
He began to ramble on and on but I didn't care as my anger and grief reached its boiling point.
Third Person Pov: (Narrator)
Bjorn's eyes began to change, from the blackest of coals to an ominous green as within himself he felt a great power and in his grief stricken rage he reached down within himself and pulled it to the surface with the strength of a giant. With a mountainous roar Bjorn raises an arm just as Malour fires his arrow.
BOOM!
The arrow exploded on contact with Bjorn's face covering the area in smoke and flame.
"Hahaha! Did you see that Nessia!? He thought he could still fight!" Malour spoke in glee, waiting for the smoke to clear so as to see Bjorn's dead corpse. But what he and Nessia didn't know was that it would take more than a measly explosive arrow to kill a raging giant.
As Nessia went to speak, a massive pale hand with green tribal markings reached out of the smoke and grasped Malour by his head! Slowly Malour was lifted into the air as Nessia called out in alarm as Malour struggled, unsheathing a dagger from his belt and stabbing at the hand holding him up before going still as the hand closed, crushing Malour's head like one would crush a grape.
Malour's body was thrown to the side as the smoke cleared revealing Bjorn to the world. Dark green tribal markings appeared all over his pale body, from his feet all the way up to his face.
Speaking of Bjorn's body, his muscles seemed to grow even bigger, turning Bjorn from a hill of muscle to a mountain. His angry visage turning even more viscous with the burn marks decorating half his face, Nessia realizing the danger began to back away as Bjorn began to walk only for him to stop as electrical shocks coursed through his body. With a vicious snarl Bjorn slouched forward and flexed causing his body to grow in size as veins bulge across his entire body.
The arrow embedded in his back was soon ejected from his back with a sickening pop, his muscles around the wound began to pulsate before closing around the wound. Blood trickled out from the cracks of the closure before green light, magic began to envelope the crack, when Bjorn relaxed his wound was gone. Eyes locked forward onto Nessia he began to stalk forward as Nessia screamed, launching ice and lightning at Bjorn to by herself some time to escape. But it was no use all it did was make Bjorn angrier! Not caring what was happening to his body Bjorn charged forward as his body was pelted by shards of ice and bolts of lightning.
It took Bjorn five long steps to Nessia reaching down towards the backtracking woman he wrapped his hands around her, trapping her arms to her sides before bringing her close to his face.
Once they were face to face Nessia began to plead for mercy "Agh…please just, ugh let me gooOOOAAAGGGGHHHHH!" only for Bjorn to tighten his hold and roars in her face as she howls in pain.
With a savage growl he reared her back and threw her! Nessia smashed into a tree going through it and smacking into a boulder, laying against it limp. Stomping towards her Bjorn stops and catches the falling tree causing him to grunt, as he lets it fall to his side he hears war cries from his left, looks like Nessia's reinforcements have arrived. Acting on instinct Bjorn stomped his foot sending his power into the ground, once the reinforcements were within several feet that's when the ground exploded! As vines as thick as trees began to wrap around the reinforcements, trapping them and slowly crushing them as they constricted.
Focusing back onto Nessia a moment of clarity hits Bjorn and in that clarity an idea struck, an idea that became a goal. With great stride Bjorn approaches the stump and places his hand upon it not caring if gagged pieces of wood shred his hand, closing his eyes he concentrates as he channels what he hopes is magic into the stump. When he opened his eyes Bjorn was greeted with the sight of a massive flower that appeared to be about to bloom, turning his head he spotted Malour's corpse and under the dying gaze of Nessia and her trapped comrades he picks the corpse up and brings it to the flower.
The moment when Malour's corpse was near the flower began to writhe before it opened, Bjorns enemies watched in horror as from the flowers bloom came glowing green tendrils that wrapped around Malour's corpse, fully enveloping the body. When the tendrils unraveled they watched in abject horror as what once was a healthy body was now a dried up husk, the flower began to convulse and then grew slowly gaining more petals and even the beginning of a stem. Turning towards the dying Nessia he smiled as tendrils began to seep out of the flower once more reaching for Nessia who could look only in resigned horror as her death came for her.
Soon each of Nessia's comrades became the flower's food, each one screaming either for mercy or yelling out death threats but Bjorn didn't care to him this was justified. When all was done and the road was filled with husks the flower grew enough that it matched Bjorn in height when he stood. Staring at the flower Bjorn began to admire its beauty, massive pink petals made for the outer petals while the inner petals were a reddish pink with what he could guess to be persistent pods coming out from the center, the stem was as thick as the birch trees around them and a deep green in color. The roots however were showing, now normally this meant the plant was dying however with this 'plant' Bjorn starred as the roots began to spread, reaching out towards the corpses around it before dragging them under the massive blossom becoming its food.
Staring at the blossom for what felt like eternity Bjorn's rage began to simmer down and 'markings' began to dull, soon he was back to his regular old self again or as regular as a giant can be!
Bjorns Pov:
Taking a calming breath my mind wanders to what just happened, slowly I bring my hands up to my face as I stare at the green markings decorating my body. Ignoring the giant blossom that's currently eating the bodies of my foes I close my eyes and try to feel for that power I felt when I gave into my rage, it took awhile but I could feel it flowing just beneath the surface just waiting to be brought out once again. But no matter how hard I pulled I couldn't bring it to the surface well, not fully, at most I could only trickle it into my hands, sighing I turn my attention onto the fallen birch tree, walking towards it I decided to test what I could do with this amount of power.
Placing my hands upon it I began to channel what little power I could think of what I could need right now. I watched astonished to see the fallen birch begin to compact into a rectangular shape, it was 3''ft thick and 5''ft long with the inside hollowed out, on one side two sets of vines grew from each end before twisting together making what looks like rope.
Reaching down I grasp onto one of the ropes and hoist the wooden box up getting a feel for the weight and finding it decently light, placing the box down I turn to the blossom, which I finally recognized where it was from.
It was the blighted blossom Miranda from Elden Ring "You know" I say to myself "I may have a feeling on what type of giant I am." walking up to the massive blossom I place my hand upon one of its petals causing it to stiffen and then relax as I begin to gently caress the outer edges of the flower.
My marveling was interrupted when the flower began to rise using its roots to push itself away leaving the ruined armor and weapons that was carried by the mercenaries before they died. Reaching down I begin putting the ruined armaments into the wooden box quickly filling it up, not seeing a lid I walk over to the chest and after picking it up I place it on top of the filled box and channeling some power two vines wrap over the top of the chest before merging with the box beneath, securing it and making a lid.
Picking it up I put the now wooden pack on my back and turn to stare at the blossom, humming I think as to what I should do about the situation. Now don't get him wrong he wants to avenge Jern but as he is right now he doesn't think he can take on the full force of what attacked them that night. With my mind settled I ask the flower to see if it can listen to commands "Miranda?" I named the flower as said flower stiffened in response "Can you find a massive clearing away from civilization?" the flower twitched a couple of times before tilting its head to the north east. Nodding my head in gratitude I pat the flower petals like a parent would a child and seeing as how I made this flower I guess that analogy is literal.
"Good, can you lead me?" at this the flower bobs once "Then let's head to our new home.'' With that I began the long journey following the flower.
Third Person's Pov: (Narrator)
And so the giant named Bjorn followed the flower named Miranda on a journey to his new home but that is a journey for another time.
Chapter End!
Did any of you figure which type of giant Bjorn is? If so you get a cookie! :)
A/N: Hey guys! TheWolves here with an update, seeing as this took longer that expected to make, blame my muse being a dead fish. Anyways! I wanted to thank those who gave the story a chance to read though now that I finished Elden Ring again I should have more time for this story.
See you next time in chapter 3!