1Hello everybody. We're back for another episode. My updating schedule is probably going to be a bit erratic so sorry in advance. Also i've figured out an intro for this, if you like it, great! if you don't, why not give me some ideas for a better one.
Alastair279 - The wait is over.
Disclaimer: I don't own Skyrim, Bethesda Game Studios do.
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Intro:
Fod zeymah win kein meyz fundein
(An imperial and a stormcloak army clashes, when a shadow passes over)
Alduin, feyn du jon
(Alduin appears amidst an inferno)
Kruziik vokun staadnau
(Alduin flies into the sky where his wings cover the sun)
Voth aan bahlok wah diivon fin lein
(Everything turns blood red before Harkon appear in his vampire lord form)
Nuz aan sul fent alok
(the sun suddenly appears as all the flames from before die out)
Fod fin vul dovah nok
(Closeup on a shocked Alduin)
Fen kos nahlot mahfaeraak ahrk ruz
(A silhouette walks towards the two with the sun behind it)
Paaz keizaal fen kos stin nol bein Alduin Jot
(Random shots of Skyrim's landscape)
Dovahkiin!
(Thorkild flies through the flames and slashes Harkon)
Dovahkiin, naal ok zin los vahriin
(Random shots of Thorkild fighting)
Wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal
(Thorkild slashes the side of Alduin's head)
Ahrk fin norok paal graan fod nust hon zindro zaan
(Alduin breathe fire towards Thorkild who returns with Unrelenting Force)
Dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal
(Thorkild faces of against Miraak)
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Thorkild and Hadvar both grinned happily, when they came out of the cave and saw the sky. It looked like it was the middle of the day. Neither of them really knew how long, they had been underground, but it felt like hours.
Thorkild eagerly threw out his arms and took a deep breath. It was shocking how quickly, one could start to severly miss fresh air. However, the peace didn't last long.
"Wait!" Thorkild heard Hadvar shout behind him. Before he could turn around and ask what it was. Hadvar tackled him to the ground. Looking up at the sky with a worried expression.
"Hey! What in Obliv-" Thorkild started before Hadvar brought a hand over his mouth and shushed at him. The next second, a massive shadow passed over the two. It was the dragon.
Thorkild and Hadvar silently watched the dragon fly past. Neither of them willing to make a sound and risk getting the dragon's attention. As he watched it fly,Thorkild felt sweat break out all over his body, and a strange feeling swelling up. Part fear and part excitement.
For a brief moment Thorkild could have sworn, the dragon looked right at him.
The moment was soon over and the dragon disappeared in the distance. Thorkild and Hadvar waited for a few more seconds before they got up. "Looks like he's gone for good this time," stated Hadvar, looking in the direction the dragon disappeared in. "But i don't think we should stick around and see if he comes back," he said before turning to Thorkild.
"Closest town to here i Riverwood. My uncle's the blacksmith there, i'm sure he'd help you out," Hadvar started walking down the small path leading away from the cave and into the forest. "Good luck. I wouldn't have made it without you," said Hadvar as he waved to Thorkild and went out of sight.
Thorkild was about to start walking as well when he was interrupted by a sudden pain in his side. He had forgotten to heal his wound. Giving a somewhat pained chuckle at his stupidity, Thorkild raised one hand and began casting a simple healing spell. After a couple seconds, the pain stopped.
With that done, Thorkild walked down the path. He had heard a lot about Skyrim's beauty from his father. So far it wasn't a dissapointment. as he continued down the path a loud rumble suddenly sounded from his stomach.
Thorkild brought a hand to his stomach and groaned. In all that chaos he hadn't realised, just how hungry he was. However, luck seemed to smile on Thorkild that day, because just a bit further along the path he could smell something.
Food.
Grinning to himself Thorkild veered off the path when it went to the right. Following the smell through the wilderness. it didn't take long for him to reach a small camp. The camp was made up of three tents, a skinning rack and a bonfire in the middle. Three people were at the camp. One was chopping some firewood, while the two others seemed to just be lazing around. The one chopping wood was wearing fur armor, one of the two lazy ones was also wearing fur armor and the last one wore full iron armor. All three were men.
As Thorkild got closer the three noticed him and immediately pulled out their weapons. One was holding a bow, another a battleaxe and the one in iron armor, a banded iron shield and a steel sword.
Thorkild quickly held his hands in front of him and slowed his approach. He didn't relly want to pick another fight already. "Um, excuse me. Sorry to interrupt, but happen to be a bit hungry. Could i perhaps get a little of your food. I'll pay, of course," he said, hoping to ease the situation.
The three stared at him for a second, before the one with the bow nocked an arrow and let it fly towards him. Thorkild yelped and quickly brought a hand up and caught the arrow in mid-air. The other two rushed at Thorkild, both swining their respective weapon. The combined attack forcing him back. The two pressed their advantage, attacking Thorkild with several vicious strikes.
The constant stream of arrows only made it more difficult to retaliate. eventually Thorkild was pushed up against one of the nearby trees. when the one with the axe came in with a horizontal swing, Thorkild jumped above the attack and the attacker. Instead of Thorkild the attack hit the tree. The wood completely splintered as the axe severed it and send the rest of the tree into the air.
Thorkild grabbed the tree and swung himself around to the other side. He deflected another arrow shot by the the archer. Coiling up in the air, he put both feet on the tree. Before pushing it towards the archer. It wasn't a big tree, but it was more than enough to crush the man when it hit.
Thorkild smirked as he reached the apex of his jump and began to descend towards the two others. They both swung at him at the same time. Only to be met by his shield. Thorkild lashed out with his leg. Pushing the one in iron armor back. He then turned and met the one with the axe, head on. The man ran at Thorkild and swung his axe downwards. Thorkild bashed it out of the way with his shield and swung his sword. Only for it to be blocked by the handle.
The man pushed Thorkild back and moved in for another strike. Thorkild leapt to the side as the axe came down cleaving a trench into the ground. Thorkild spun around, and slammed the side of his shield into the man's neck. The man sumbled back, and Thorkild rushed towards him. Slashing him across the chest.
The one in iron armor suddenly joined in on the fight. The two began trying to pressure Thorkild with a barrage of attacks again. However, with the archer gone and the man with the battleaxe injured. It was much easier for Thorkild to hold them off. An attack from both of them hit the shield. After struggling with the force for a couple seconds, Thorkild brutally pushed them away. He leapt towards the one with the battleaxe, and stabbed his sword straight into the man's chest.
Turning to the last one, Thorkild ruashed and slashed at him. The man simply brought up his shield to block. Undeterred Thorkild began slashing aggressively at him. Every attack simply hitting the shield. Thorkild jumped back when the man suddenly bashed with his shield. Thorkild then leapt forward, hoping to use this opening to land a hit. However, his attack was blocked by the man's sword. Thorkild swung his left arm towards the man. Slamming the edge of his shield into the man's chest.
The man simply stumbled back a bit before counterattacking. The two continued clashing for a bit. His opponents armor made it difficult for Thorkild to deal any significant damage. When the man prepared a power attack, Thorkild saw his chance. Quickly dodging the attack, Thorkild stabbed his sword upwards into the man's unprotected chin and further into his head. The man fell to the ground.
He didn't move.
A little while later, Thorkild was walking down a road. Now geared up in full iron armor with a new shield and sword. He was munching on a piece of bread he had found while looting the camp. The camp itself had laid close to a road and Thorkild, after consulting his map, had found the way he needed to go.
After walking for a while Thorkild came to a strange location. It was a small stone platform. Three upright stones with a hole near the top was standing on the platform in a triangle. There was a different constellation carved into each stone.
Thorkild recognized one with the constellation representing warriors, one with the constellation representing thieves and one with the constellation representing mages.
As Thorkild inspected the stones out of simple curiosity, he felt oddly drawn to the stone with the warrior constellation. As he came closer to it, he somewhat uncertainly stretched his arm out. When he touched it. Several lines carved into the stone as well as the hole suddenly glowed a bright blue. Then a beam of light shot from the top of the stone and into the sky.
Thorkild stared at the beam before it dissapeared, wondering what that was about. After a few seconds of staring, he decided that it was time to get going. For some reason he felt more clear in the head and more motivated as well.
As Thorkild continued down the road he looked over to his left at a river that ran beside the road. A giant building of some kind was placed on a mountain on the other side of the river. Thorkild couldn't help but feel, that something in that building was calling for him.
After walking for some time, Thorkild finally found a small town. A wall with a large gate was in front. Begind the wall, there were several wooden houses. Thorkild could off to the side see a sawmill. When he entered the town, getting a slight nod from a whiterun guard which he returned. Thorkild saw Hadvar talking to an older man standing near a forge next to a fairly large house. The old man was probably the town blacksmith.
Hadvar noticed Thorkild approaching and smiled a little before turning back to the man. "Uncle Alvor. We should go inside to talk," Hadvar said. Alvor frowned, "what's going on?" he then looked at Thorkild. "And who's this?" he asked. "He's a friend. Saved my life, in fact. Listen i'll explain but we should get inside first," Hadvar urged.
Alvor frowned and then nodded. "Alright, come in then. Sigrid will get you something, and then you can tell me what's going on," Alvor agreed. With that, Thorkild and Hadvar followed Alvor into the house.
The interior of the house was pretty basic. A couple of beds against the wall, a fireplace, a table with some chairs and some stairs to the basement.
"Sigrid! We have company!" Alvor called out. A woman made her way up the stairs. "Hadvar! We've been so worried about you! You two must be son hungry. Take a seat, i'll get you something to eat," she called when she saw Hadvar and Thorkild. Alvor sat down on one of the chairs. "Now then boy. What's the big mystery? Why are you here with a stranger, looking like you both lost an argument with a cave bear," he asked.
"It's a long story. You know i was assigned to General Tullius's guard," Hadvar began. Alvor nodded and gestured for him to continue. "We were stopped in Helgen when we got attacked...by a dragon," Hadvar finished. Alvor's eyes widened in shock.
"A dragon! That's..ridiculous! Are you drunk boy?" He questioned. "Husband. Let him tell his story," Sigrid cut in. Hadvar smiled at her, "not much more to tell. The dragon destroyed Helgen in a fight with General Tullius. Mass confusion. I'm not sure if there were any other survivors. I doubt i would have made it myself if not for my friend here," Hadvar said as he nodded towards Thorkild, who shrugged with a small grin.
"Anyway, i need to get back to Solitude and let them know what happened. I had hoped you could help us out. Food, supplies, a place to stay," Hadvar asked hopefully as he turned over to Alvor. Alvor simply nodded and smiled a little. "Of course. Any friend of Hadvar's is a friend of mine. I'd be glad to help however i can," he said. Alvor then talked to Thorkild. "Like i said. I'm glad to help however i can," he said before his tone became more serious. "But i need your help. We need your help. The jarl needs to know that there's a dragon on the loose, Riverwood is defenseless. We must get word to Jarl Balgruuf in Whiterun to send as many soldiers as he can. If you do that for me i'll be in your debt," Alvor asked.
"Huh? Oh...er, sure i'll get word to Whiterun," Thorkild said stumbling a bit, surprised that he had been addressed. "Thank you. Just follow the road. It will take you right there," said Alvor with a smile. Thorkild realised something. "Before i go. Do you have some supplies i could take?" he asked. Alvor nodded.
Shortly afterwards Thorkild was on the road again. Following the road like Alvor had advised him. Brought him out of town and over a bridge over the river. He noticed a path leading up the mountain with the strange bulding. But decided against going, figuring it was better to stay on the road, Alvor instructed him to.
It didn't take long on the road, before Thorkild could see a giant keep in the distance. He could also vaguely see roofs next to the keep. 'That must be Whiterun,' Thorkild thought. The road eventually split. To the left it went past some farm and a brewery and continued towards Whiterun. To the right, it went over the river. Thorkild went left.
It was peaceful as Throkild walked down the road. Unfortunately, that peace was suddenly broken when the earth started shaking. Thorkild yelped, as he was thrown off balance. After regaining his balance Thorkild frowned and ran down the road. Mindful of the several smaller tremors. After a bit, he could also hear the sound of battle cries. As he got closer to the source of the tremors. Thorkild saw three people fighting a giant.
There were two women. One with slightly long red-brown hair and some war paint fashioned like a claw across her face. She was wearing some kind of armor that Thorkild hadn't seen before. The other was slightly younger, had dark brown hair and had a very small amount of war paint on her face. She was wearing scale armor. Other than the women, there was a man with dark brown hair, some war paint around his eyes and a small beard. He was wearing steel armor.
Thorkild's eyes widened when he realised that the woman in scale armor was laying on the ground in obvious pain. The giant was standing above her preparing to swing it's massive club. Thorkild raced forward as fast as he could. Just barely managing to get the woman away from the strike. However, the force of the strike still created a shockwave, that flung Thorkild and the woman into the air.
Thorkild managed to correct himself in mid-air and landed on his feet holding the woman bridal style. He then gently let her down and rushed towards the giant. The giant raised one leg and attempted to stomp on him. Thorkild rolled past just as it stomped, just missing him. The shockwave from the stomp helped Thorkild get to his feet faster, and he turned and slashed at the giant's leg, hoping to immobilize it.
However, when the slash landed, it felt almost like hitting durable armor. All his attack did was making a small gash across the giant's knee. It also made the giant roar in pain and anger, and swing it's fist towards Thorkild. Thorkild raised his shield to block but still got thrown back by the attack, landing on his back, knocking the wind out of him. The giant roared again and rushed with it's club raised.
Thorkild desperately rolled to the side as the club came down. The strike bashed a large crater into the ground and flung Thorkild into the air. Correcting himself again, Thorkild landed on his feet again, though with a noticeable stumble. Regaining his footing, Thorkild raced forward, jumped and slashed the giant across the chest. Ducking under it's counter attack, he rolled in between it's legs to get behind it. He then slashed it across it's side.
The giant roared and swung it's arm towards him. Only for Thorkild to dodge under it and stab the giant in the midsection. He then leapt to the right as the giant's club crashed into the ground. Bracing himself, Thorkild managed to avoid being flung into the air again, as the shockwave destroyed a couple nearby trees.
Thorkild slashed the giant's midsection again. In retaliation, the giant raised it's club and sent a flurry of strikes at him. Thorkild frantically dodged left and right. Desperately struggling to dodge the attacks.
The giant raised it's leg and stomped down. Forcing Thorkild to jump away from it. The giant rushed at Thorkild, who didn't manage to dodge in time, and hit him straight in the stomach with it's club.
Thorkild could taste blood in his mouth as he was sent flying back. Landing on his back. The giant ran at the wounded young man and raised it's club to finish him off. However, before the blow landed, a figure moved in front of Thorkild and matched the club with it's sword.
It was the man from before.
The collison between their attacks pushed both of them back. Before the giant could ragin it's bearings, an arrow struck it right in the chest. As it stumbled back, the woman Thorkild had helped, ran up and slashed it's midsection.
The man crouched down next to Thorkild. "You alright there lad," he asked in visible concern. "Yeah. I'll be fine," Thorkild answered. Already in the middle of getting up. The man nodded and ran at the giant. Intercepting a strike aimed at the woman. Brutally flinging the giant back. It was already covered in a large number of arrows.
Thorkild, meanwhile had fished out one of the healing potions he had gotten from Helgen and drank from it. A small sigh of relief escaped him as he felt the worst of his injuries heal.
With that. Thorkild rushed in and joined the fight. The giant was quickly being overwhelmed now that it had to fight three people in close quarters at once. The constant stream of arrows didn't help.
A stray punch sent the woman backwards, when an arrow shot into the giant's eye. Causing it to stumble back, roaring. Thorkild noticed the woman running at the giant, and held out his shield as a platform. The woman smirked when she noticed what he was doing. When she reached him, she stepped onto the shield and jumped at the same time, as he heaved the shield up. Sending her into the air. She flipped once in the air. And brought her sword down straight into the giant's throat.
It fell over with a weak gurgle. Crashing into the ground with a mighty crash. The fight was over.
As Thorkild was catching his breath, he noticed the red-haired woman approaching. "You handle yourself pretty well," she said with a smirk. "You would make a decent shield-brother," she finished. Thorkild raised an eyebrow in confusion, "shield-brother? What's that?" he asked.
She raised an eyebrow. "An outsider, then? Never heard of the Companions," she asked. "We're an order of warriors. Brothers and sisters in honor. And we show up to help if the coin is good enough," she ended. Thorkild's interest was piqued. "Can i join you?" he asked. The woman shrugged, "that's not really for me to say. If you're interested, talk Kodlak Whitemane in Jorrvaskr, the hall of the Companions. The old man's got a keen eye. If you're worthy he can tell," she answered and turned to walk away.
"Wait!" Thorkild called after her. She turned and looked at him. "I never got your name..." Thorkild said. The woman nodded, "i am Aela," she then pointed at the man, "that's Farkas," the at the other woman, "and that's Ria," she then looked at Thorkild. "And you?" she asked. "My name is Thorkild," he said. "Well Thorkild, it's been fun, and if you decide to join the Companions come talk to me. We'll hunt sometime," she said before the group left.
Watching them leave, Thorkild figured he should get going as well. Following the road leading up to Whiterun. Past a gate and immediately after that, a drawbridge. Finally he came up the entrance. He was stopped by a guard. "Halt! City's closed with the dragons about. Official business only," the guard said. "Riverwood calls for the jarl's aid," answered Thorkild.
"Riverwood is in danger too? You better go on in. You'll find the jarl in Dragonsreach, at the top of the hill," the guard said. Thorkild nodded and walked, up to the gate and entered the city.
The first thing he saw inside was a blonde, male nord in imperial armor arguing with an imperial woman next to a forge. "We'll pay whatever it takes. But we must get more weapons for the Imperial Army," the man said. "I just can't fill up an order that size on my own," the woman retorted, frustrated. Thorkild simply walked past them, not really wanting to have anything to do with, whatever they were arguing about.
Before he got far though, the man called out to him. "Hey you! Gray-Mane or Battle-Born?"
Thorkild wasn't sure what the heck the man meant by that, but Battle-Born sounded cooler. "Uh, Battle-Born," he answered. "Then i say, well met kinsman, i knew you were a sharp one the second i laid eyes on you," the man said with a sudden jovial smile. He slapped Thorkild on the back and continued on with whatever he was doing. Thorkild stood back in immense confusion.
Shaking his head, Thorkild continued on his way. Passing a large open area with some stalls. Up some stairs to another large area with an old tree in the middle. To the right there was a large building that looked oddly like an upside down ship. To the left there were a bunch of houses. And right across was some stairs leading up to Dragonsreach.
After scaling the stairs, Thorkild came to a small bridge over an artificial pond. On the other side of the bridge there was a pair of large doors. Like most of the keep they were made of wood.
When he entered, he came into a large room. On the other end of the room a male nord was sitting in an ornate throne-like chair. Two long tables were set up in the same part of the room. Some people were eating at the tables.
Thorkild walked towards the man on the chair, figuring that he was Jarl Balgruuf. He noticed that the jarl was arguing with an imperial man. As Thorkild approached, he noticed, a dark elf moving from beside the jar to intercept.
When they got near, she spoke. "What is the meaning of this? Jarl Balgruuf is not recieving visitors," she said in a gruff voice. "Alvor sent me. Riverwood is in danger," Thorkild said. The dark elf frowned as she regarded him. "As housercarl, my job is to deal with anything that endanger the jarl or his people. You have my attention. Explain," she said.
"A dragon has destroyed Helgen," Thorkild explained, figuring that, that would make her let him through. The dark elf's eyes widened a bit. "You know about Helgen? The jarl will want to speak with you, then. Approach," she allowed.
As the two came closer to the jarl, he turned and looked at Thorkild. "So. You were at Helgen? You saw the dragon with your own eyes?" the jarl asked. "Yes. I had a great view while the imperials was trying to cut my head off," Thorkild confirmed. Balgruuf smirked slightly in amusement. "Really? You are certainly honest about your past. But it is not my concern who the imperials want to execute," Balgruuf said. Thorkild nodded. "The dragon destroyed Helgen and last time i saw it, it was heading this way," he told the jarl.
Balgruuf turned to the imperial beside him with a frown. "What do you say now, Proventus? Shall we continue to trust in the strenght of our walls? Against a dragon?" he asked. The dark elf stepped forward, "my lord, we should send troops to Riverwood at once. If that dragon is still around it is in great danger," she said.
The imperial began complaining, but was quickly interrupted by Balgruuf. "I will not stand idly by,while a dragon burns my hold and slaughters my people," he then turned to the elf, "Irileth, send a detachment to Riverwood at once," he ordered. "Yes, my jarl," Irileth said with a salute and walked off. "If you'll excuse me. i'll return to my duties," Proventus said and left too.
Balgruuf then looked at Thorkild. "Well done. You sought me out on your own initiative. You've done Whiterun a service that i will not forget," he said. The jarl then threw a steel shield to him. "Take this, as a token of my esteem," Balgruuf stated. As Thorkild equipped his new shield, Balgruuf rose and gestured for Thorkild to follow.
"There is another thing you could do for me. Suitable for someone with your talents, perhaps,"
Curious, Thorkild followed Balgruuf into a smaller room off to the side. In the room, a hooded man stood leaned over an enchanting table, next to the enchanting table there was an alchemy lab. "Farengar! I believe i have found someone to help you with your project," Balgruuf called out to the man. Farengar looked up and then at Thorkild. "So, the jarl thinks you can be of use to me? Oh yes, he must be referring to my research on the dragons," Farengar mused. He then nodded. "Yes, i could use someone to fetch something for me. Oh, and when i say fetch, i actually mean delving into a dangerous ruin in search of a ancient stone tablet that possibly isn't even there," Farengar admitted.
Thorkild rose an eyebrow at that. "Alright. Where am i going and what am i fetching?" he asked. Farengar smirked at that, "straight to the point eh? No need for tedious hows and whys. I like that," Farengar then turned towards Balgruuf. "It does indeed look like you've got me an able assistant. I'm sure he will prove most helpful," he said.
Balgruuf nodded. "This is a priority now. Anthing that can help us against the dragons is. Succed at this, and you will be rewarded. Whiterun will be in your debt," he said to Thorkild, who nodded and turned to leave.
He had some preparations to do.
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So, what do you to that? The whole thing is slowly (hopefully) becoming more shonen esque. Also,a fair warning, i will be making use of a lot of timeskips in this fic. They won't be those year-long skips you normally see in will be a couple weeks long at most, and i'll warn you when they happen.
That's it for now, see you next time!