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Post by Sands on Jul 2, 2013 17:36:07 GMT -5
I'm going to try and type out my first actual story of a game that i love. It will be in Episodes, and length may vary. And i don't have a set schedule in which i will post by, so it may take hours or it may take weeks. It will be on going until i rap it up, or postpone content for any reason. My next post will be the actual beginning of my tale.
Hope you enjoy!
Also wish me luck..
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Post by ZXer0 on Jul 2, 2013 17:44:30 GMT -5
So whats it all about i would like to now plot of the story etc, small prologue be nice.
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Post by Sands on Jul 2, 2013 18:43:43 GMT -5
PRELUDE "And the Scrolls have foretold of black wings in the cold, that when brothers wage war come unfurled! Alduin, Bane of Kings, ancient shadow unbound, with a hunger to swallow the world." Esbern looked up from his book. And glanced at the eyes of his comrades who joined him around the campfire. It was a cool night, atop Gnoll, one of many slopes in the Jerall mountains. It was spring, and the crisp air softly dropped slow snowflakes all around them. "I still don't see why you find this so boring.." Esbern said. He was a young soldier. Valiant and wise, he had been studying the Dragonborn prophecy his entire life. "Because it isn't real." Banius, an Imperial sat across the fire from Esbern. "And it never will be, the Akivir were just crazy monkey folk, they didn't prove anything." Esbern leaned back and sighed. They were Blades. Great warriors in the Imperial army. At first sworn to protect the dead Septim bloodline, now do anything they can for the greater good of the Empire. The Empire was at war with the High elves of the Summerset Isles. Who've banned together in the New Aldemeri Dominion. The Elves were slowy pushing toward the Imperial city. Fighting had been erupting all around Cyrodiil. But the small band of Blades in Esbern's group had been allowed a free night to relax. There were 7 Blades, 4 of them were sleeping in their tents, and 3 of them were huddled by the fire. Along with another. But he was not a Blade. His name was Typhund. A tall blonde Nord. But few knew his true name. Most simply called him 'Wolf Bane' Legend says he was a warrior who slain the dark queen Potema in the battle of Solitude... Almost 500 years ago. He wore a dark black cloak, covering his entire body, a few bits of his Black Gold Dragon armor gleamed in the light of the fire. Esbern looked at him, "Please tell me your not a brute such as my sworn brother here, Wolf Bane?" "Only a fool would condemn something out of their experience as impossible..." He answered, in a deep slightly rasped voice. "Ha!" Esbern scoffed. "Even he believes it." Esbern continued - "Theres proof in the prophecy itself, the Akivir foreseen the opening of Oblivion, when Mehrunes Dagon unleashed his horde on the Imperial city!" Another event Wolf Bane had taken part of, fighting along side the Hero of Kvatch and his friends. 150 years ago. "So clearly there is some truth to what they claim!" Esbern said. "Listen, that isn't the first time or the last that the forces of Oblivion will wage war with us." Banius answered. "Its a coincidence." "Bah!" Esbern retaliated. "One day you'll see! And ill be here to save your ass as usual..." He crossed his arms in content. Suddenly Wolf Bane stood up, his gauntlets glistened in the light. "Up, we have a problem.." He said sternly. Esbern and the others stood up as well. All of them looking into the night in the south. The Imperial city was surrounded by lights. And fires began to break out in the area about it. "The city is under attack!" Esbern yelled. The other Blades frantically poking out of their tents. "The Elves.." Wolf Bane said. Then he turned to Esbern, his pale skin and orange eyes light up by the fire. "We need to move, now!"
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Post by Sands on Jul 3, 2013 0:03:59 GMT -5
Season 1 - The Dragonborn Comes Episode 1 - Bound 30 years laterThere was a cool breeze.... The sounds of hooves trotting... morning birds singing and chirping. He opened his eyes. He was in a carriage. Along with 3 others. His vision was still coming. He had no idea of where he was. He was a tall Nord, 6ft and 200 pounds. He was well built, blonde hair down to his neck. Dark blue eyes and a light beard coming in. Under different circumstances, he'd be the catch for all the women in town. But not now. He looked up as the morning light sliced through the pine trees. He saw a huge mountain in the distance. It was the Throat of the World. He was still in Skyrim... good. "Your finally awake." Said another prisoner. He looked at him, he was an Imperial by the looks of it. About 5.8ft, maybe 140 pounds. Slightly tanned skin, and short, dark brown, unkempt hair. Green eyes, and a scar along his temple to his cheek bone. Oddly he was wearing some heavily torn Imperial light armor. Linen pants and so cloth and belts tied around to keep it together. The Nord tried to move his hands. He was bound. Why? His head was throbbing slightly. He must have been knocked out. But he didnt understand why. He wasnt a rebel. And he wasn't breaking the law that he knew of. "Where am i?" the Nord said. "Your a prisoner, just like me" The Imperial replied. The Nord looked foward. And large healthy horse was pulling their cart. The driver was a man in a set of Imperial armor. Another carriage was directly ahead. It had 4 prisoners too. "I think they're taking us to Helgen." Said the Imperial. "Wheres my gear?" Said the Nord. Suddenly he was more awake. "Where is my stuff??" He began to look around. Then he saw the man sitting to his right. Ulfric Stormcloak. The Nord stopped for a moment. Now he began to worry. "The threw it out. Somewhere down the road" The Imperial said. "No! I needed that!" the Nord explained. "Keep it down rebel" snickered the driver. "Wait I'm not a Stormcloak. You've made a mistake." The Nord said. But the driver ignored him. "Whats going on??" He asked, looking to the Imperial prisoner. "Well.." He said, leaning back. "I think they've mistaken you for one of his men." He said pointing to Ulfric. Ulfric Stormcloak was the Jarl of Windhelm. And cold city to the east. And he was leading a large rebellion against the Imperial control over Skyrim. He was a notorious man... And the Empire caught him. Ulfric and the 4th prisoner with both bound. But Ulfric was also gagged. The Nord thought nothing of it. "Except him, hes a mere horse thief." The Imperial said. Nodding toward the 4th prisoner. A dirty Nord in rags. The Nord though for a second. "Your wearing Imperial armor. Did you steal it?" "No." Said the Imperial. "I earned it." Suddenly a gate opened. They were at the city walls. The horse thief began to pray. "Mara, Debilla, Akatosh.. Divines help me.." The Nord began to look around as the went through the city streets. There were Imperial soldiers everywhere. Archers on the walls and infantry patrolling the streets. Then he noticed a pair of horses link up behind them. It was General Tullius. And his High Elf adviser. The Imperial looked away. Tullius locked eyes with Ulfric. A stare down, of a long time coming. "I've never been to Helgen..." Said the Imperial. "It looks nice.. Thats all i can ask for i guess." He said leaning back again. The locals stood on their porches and by the road watching the prisoners go by. A man told his boy to go inside. A women walked out and threw flowers in the path. They new what was coming. Helgen was a city in the Falkreath hold. It was South of Riverwood, and east of Falkreath city itself. It was surrounded by a large wall, dotted with sentry towers. It had clean streets. And nice, plenty houses. It was a decently wealthy city. Home to dozens of people. The carriages pulled up to a large stone tower. With lit torches, and archers posted all around. General Tullius got off his horse. And his High elf adviser behind him. They walked over to the tower where the was a tall man. Masked, and wielding a large ax. He was an executioner. The Nord was quiet. He was nervous, but he tried to stay calm. He knew if he ran he would die. There was nothing he could do. He only felt regret. "Prisoners move!" A captain said as she walked up to their cart. The Prisoners lined up and began to step down off the cart. "You've been quiet." Said the Imperial prisoner. "I don't think your Talos can save us from this mess." He said. The Nord didn't reply. They all stood in line behind the cart. A soldier began to mark off on a list. "Ulfric Stormcloack, Jarl of Windhelm." He checked. Ulfric walked over and stood with the other prisoners. Next the Imperial stepped forward to the soldier with the list. "Daimous Aldius, Imperial soldier. Traitor." He checked again. Daimous nodded, and walked up to the prisoners. But stood out from the crowd of Stormcloaks. He didnt make eye contact with any of them. Next was the horse thief. "Wait you cant do this! I'm not one of them!!" He pleaded. Without a second thought a frantically darted out into the street. "Archers!" The captain said. As told, several archers knocked arrows. And quickly shot him down. The horse thief fell. In a slowly growing pool of blood. Now it was the Nords turn. He stepped forward. "Wait..." Said the soldier. "Who are you?" He asked. "My name is Sigg" He said. "Is that your full name?" "Its Siggmund" "Are you a Stormcloak?" "No." "Where are you from?" "The Pale." The soldier jotted on his list. And looked over to the captain. "Hes not on the list. What do we do?" "He goes to the block with the rest of them." The captain answered. The solder looked back to Sigg. "Im sorry... But at least you'll die hear, in your homeland." He said, apologetically. Then he took a step back. Sigg looked to his left and began to walk too the crowd. It was quiet, and everyone was looking at him. He stood beside Daimous. The people around them hushed and whispered. And the ax man stood there, waiting for his first prisoner. The captain stood up next to general Tullius. "You, your first!" She said to a Stormcloak soldier in the back. Then a red haired Nord stepped out of the group. Walking determinedly to the block. A priestess began to pray for him. "Lets just get on with this! I haven't got all morning." He sneered. He walked up and laid down with his head on the block, with no resistance. And closed his eyes. Then the executioner got into stance, and pulled the ax back behind him. In full swing he brought it over his head, and landed it down on the expecting Nord's neck. His head came off easily. As blood spurted out onto the ground. His body went limp, and toppled over. the crowd gasped. Sigg flinched and looked down, rarely has he seen someones death so up close. Daimous stood and watched without any reaction. Patiently he waited his turn. "Next the rogue Nord" Said the captain. Sigg's heart sank. It was his turn. He looked up at the ax man. Then over to Daimous. "Good luck." Daimous said coldly, knowing what was about to happen. Sigg hesitated. But the captain gestured to him. And Tullius crossed his arms. Sigg took a few, slow steps forward. He swallowed hard. Widened eyes... his hair stood on his arms. Ulfric watched silently, and Daimous looked away. He walked up to the block. All eyes were on him. It was dead quiet. The ax man pointed down. But Sigg froze. His heart was racing. He ran several plans through his head. How could he get out? What would he do? But it was too late. The captain pushed him down on his knees. And placed her foot on his back. Pressing his head down on the block. Sigg was breathing heavy. He clenched his tied fists. He looked up at the executioner, grit his teethed an scowled. The executioner raised his ax. It was now or never. The sky erupted into fire. The clouds turned dark and began to swirl violently, large fireballs rained down from above. And the sound of thunder boomed all around them. Suddenly the ground shook. The ax man halted and look up to see the people beginning to flee in terror, and all the soldiers drew their weapons. Even Tullius. "Dragon!!" Shouted the captain. The executioner looked up, and gasped. A large Black Dragon, covered in spikes, large wicked black wings, and eyes as red as Oblivion. It lunged its head down, and grabbed the ax man. Lifting him up, it crushed his body and its powerful jaws. Blood sprinkled out onto Sigg's face. He thought he was scared then, it was nothing compared to this. The Dragon glared down at him. Its red eyes pierced into his mind. Frantically Sigg scrambled to his feet. As fire reigned down all around. He took a few steps back. Dragon reared up, opened its jaws, and thundered board from his mouth. The clouds grew darker. The fire brighter. Sigg stared in amazement. But quickly snapped back to thought. He needed to run. The gods wouldn't give him another chance.
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Post by Sands on Jul 3, 2013 15:35:22 GMT -5
Episode 2 - Unbound Sigg sprinted toward another watchtower across the road. He looked back to see the Dragon extend his wings, and burst into the sky. Giant fireballs were falling from from everywhere, destroying houses and exploding onto people that scurried to their homes. Running for their lives. Arms still bound, Sigg bobbed back from side to side. Dodging them as he ran for the door. A Stormcloak waited there, holding the door for him. "Come on!" He shouted. Sigg flew up the steps and into the tower. The Stormcloak slammed the door. There were a few people inside. A couple of them were injured, and burned. Ulfric Stormcloak knelled down to a Stormcloak women who was bleeding heavily. "Dont worry, Sovngarde will greet you with open arms.." He said warmly. Clutching her hand. Sigg stood back to the wall and caught his barrings. The tower trembled as the Dragon tore the city to pieces. "We need to get out of here!" Said the soldier who held the door. He ran up the circular staircase to find a mass of rubble blocking his ascent. Sigg followed up behind him. "You! Help me move these rocks!" He said, gesturing to Sigg. The wall blasted out. Throwing rocks across the room. Sigg fell down, and scooted back to the wall. The Stormcloak soldier froze to see the Dragon clinging to the side of the tower. It opened its mouth, unleashing a river of fire into the room. Incinerating the soldier instantly. Sigg shielded his face. The brightness faded as the Dragon detached and glided away. He jumped to his feet and stepped over to the gaping hole in the side of the tower. He was high up, but there was an Inn next door. It was partly engulfed in flames. But not too far of a jump. Sigg looked up to see the destruction. The were blooms of smoke all around the city. And light from the fires glowed from the streets below. The Dragon soared about. Throwing fire and grabbing archers with his claws. It was pure chaos. Sigg swallowed hard, and looked down at the Inn. Then he took a step back, and leaped from the tower. A 20 ft drop landed him threw the roof and on the second floor of the Inn. It was catching fire quickly and the foundation began to sway. Sigg toppled to the floor when he landed, and staggered to his feet as he continued to run. Some burning beams fell as he sprinted down the hallway, down the flight of collapsing stairs, and bashed through the front door. There were burning bodies and collapsed buildings in the street. A pair of soldiers ran by, paying no attention to their escaped prisoner. Undecided of what to do, Sigg ran toward an alley behind a burning house. He then leaned against the wall to catch his breath. The ground shook and a dark shadow stretched over him. The Dragon had landed on the wall above him. And shot fire at a group of soldiers that were lining up arrows to volley. Sigg pressed against the wall and grit his teeth. He didn't make a sound. After the soldiers were turned to ashes, the Dragon jumped off the wall into the sky. It didn't notice the Nord hiding beneath it. Now without hesitation Sigg dashed out of the alley, into the streets. He ran down the road as fast as he could. Turning a corner he stopped to see a crowd of Imperial soldiers fireing arrows and pulling people out of the wreckage. Tullius was among them, sword in hand. Sigg stopped and froze, hoping they wouldn't shoot him on sight. But then Tullius pointed to him from the group. Sigg's heart sank, he was spotted. "Prisoner get to the keep! Were leaving!" Tullius shouted. Sigg was relieved, and nodded frantically as he cut the the soldiers and toward the keep. He stopped at the door and looked back to them. Wondering if they were going to follow. "Run you idiot!" Tullius shouted again. He took in one last view of the city. It was lost, by one Dragon. A single beast had destroyed a battalion of soldiers and toppled a fortress in less than a half hour. Sigg took a breath, and grabbed the door. He closed it behind him quickly. It was quiet. The muffled sound of the Dragon's roars echo threw the building. It was a large room, With beds, weapon racks and torches. A barracks? But it was mostly empty. Sigg took a step forward. He felt someone grab him for the corner of his eye. He was pushed to the wall and a sword was pressed against his neck. He raised his chin and and clenched his hands. Getting a view of his attacker, he froze for the moment. The cold steel touched his skin. "Daimous?" Daimous' hands were free, and he had already gotten a sword from the armory. "You made it?" Daimous replied, surprised. "I wasn't sure if i was followed." He lowered the blade and let go. Sigg stepped forward. "Are you the only one here?" He asked. "For the time being." He replied. "It goes further in. but i haven't left this room yet." He said. Sigg raised his tied hands. "A little help?" Daimous took the sword and ran it between Sigg's hands. Cutting his ropes. He rubbed his wrists. Finally he can do more than just run. "Siggmund right?" Daimous said. "Just Sigg" "There is some gear over in those chests." Daimous said pointing with his blade. They both walked over to the chest by a cot, that once belonged to a soldier. He opened it up. There were a few things, like cups and cloth. A pair of vembraces, which Sigg strapped to his arms, and a pair of leather boots to cover his bare feet. Sigg then stood up and saw the weapon rack. It only had a mace left. It looked like it was made of iron. And recently used, but it would do. He reached for it, and tossed it in his hand for a second. Getting use to the weight. He nodded to Daimous and they looked over to a large hallway leading down a flight of stairs. It tunneled down into the actual keep itself. "It looks like we go down." Sigg said. Daimous looked at him, he looked ill entertained. "Wonderful"
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Post by Sands on Jul 15, 2013 1:30:03 GMT -5
Episode 3 - Escaping Helgan The pair began to descend the stairs. The constant rumbling amplified through the structure. Helgan was been torn apart above them. "How did you even get out of there?" Sigg asked. Daimous stepped down the stairs behind him. "What do you think? I ran." He explained. "Turns out people tend to focus on Dragons when its destroying their home." They reached a metal gate, with a chain next to it. "We got off pretty lucky." Daimous continued. "Whats with that anyways? I thought Dragons were extinct?" He raised a brow to Sigg. Sigg yanked down on the chain and the gate raised swiftly. "The were" He said stepping into the next room. It was a large entrance way, with 2 doors. 1 leading up, the other further down. A dead Stormcloak lay in the corner. Sigg held his mace in hand. "I think we should go further down." He said turning toward Daimous. Daimous walked over to the stairs. It was darker, and steeper then the flight they took before. "I really hope there's a way out down there..." He sighed. A few moments later they reached the bottom that stretched out into another well lit hallway. And a turn a small ways down. They took a few steps forward. Daimous raised his hand, curled into a fist. He heard voices. "A Dragon? You must be kidding me boy.. Im no fool." "I'm telling you we need to make are way out of here. We can cut through the caves." One of the voices came from what seemed an elderly person. They crept up to the corner, to see an Imperial soldier speaking with another Legionary. There were cages and sharp tools hanging on the walls. It was a torture room. "You guys torture people?" Sigg whispered. Daimous crouched down with him. "Sometimes you have too." He said. "We cant slip by.. Get ready. I have an idea." He waited a moment. And sheathed his sword. Then he stood up and walked out into the open. Both the soldiers looked at him. "The Dragon has taken over the city. Were pulling out." He said, walking as if he belonged there. "Oh geez said the old man. Now your trying to trick me as well..." Said the old soldier. "No, Tullius ordered it himself." Daimous said, stepping up to them. "If you want to stay then have fun digging your way out when this place collapses." The soldiers looked at each other. Then the elder back to Daimous. "Why would Tullius send a scout down here to warn us?" He crossed his arms, raising his brow. "And what happened to your armor? It looks like you've been unable to manage it properly." The old man began to rant on. "This is my torture room and I'm not leaving unless Tullius marches down the stairs and tells me to leave himself!" He scoffed. The ceiling rumbled again. Sigg was getting nervous. He gripped his mace tightly, and stood up. Ready to rush in at a moments notice. Then the younger soldier looked over to Daimous. He was suspicious. "The old man is right. We need to go back up and help Tullius get out of the city. It should be our priority" He said. He took a couple steps behind Daimous, toward the door. Daimous looked down in focus. His hand rested on his blade handle. He gripped it tight. "Sigg!! Now!" He shouted. Pulling his blade out, and in one motion, slashing through the old mans throat. He didn't have time to react. The other soldier turned around and brandished his sword. "Your the traitor!" Then Sigg rushed out from the doorway. Raising his mace above his head. Before the soldier could turn and defend himself, Sigg slammed down the mace blindly. Limp, the soldier fell to the floor. And large portion of his skull had caved in. Sigg looked up at Daimous, It all happened so fast. Ventilating heavily, blood was on both of their faces. Daimous turned to the next hallway. It was lined with empty jail cells. "Lets go, now! Before anyone else catches us!" He said running into the hallway. Sigg nodded and hurried after him. It has been a while since he had to take someones life to defend his own. There are many dangers living in Skyrim. But they usually aren't the soldiers trying to protect you. He never had a real problem with the Empire. The banish of worshiping Talos was a strike against the Nord tradition. But he lived outside city walls, where these laws aren't as easily forced. To himself, he thought: after today, he may no longer be an ally to the Empire. He might be a wanted criminal. This was unnerving to Sigg. They could hunt for him. His friends and family. Anyone he affiliates with. Daimous seemed to be handling it a lot better than he was. But now was not the time to trouble himself with thought. They hurried down the hall, past dozens of cells. Into a corridor that broke off into what seemed to be a natural cave system. The were getting close to the exit. "This way!" Sigg exclaimed. There was tunnel leading onward. Lit by a few small torches. The two jogged swiftly into the breach. turning and banking through the tunnel. It opened to a small cavern. But then Sigg stopped, Daimous crashing into him from behind. "What? What is it?" He said. Sigg raised his mace and pointed outward, There was a bear sleeping in a small area of sunlight poking through the ceiling. "Damn" Daimous whispered as they both knelt down. The was running water coming from the back wall beside them and trailing through toward another tunnel on the other side of the cavern. "Lets try to sneak by." Sigg motion to the stream. "We can use that to cover any noise we make." Daimous didn't like the idea. "Why don't we try to take it down? Before it has time to get up?" "Your a scout aren't you?" "I was." "Then you shouldn't have any problem doing this." Sigg in a way, challenged Daimous. But he was right. "Fine. But i warn you Nord, i run faster than you." He said creeping out from the dark. Sigg followed closely. The cavern was dimly lit. With a few spots of sunlight dotting the area. And large one where the bear was basking. They tip-toed across the stream. It was loud enough to mask their steps. Then they crouched close to the wall. Moving quickly toward the bear. Daimous held his breath. Sigg behind him, they slowed down, passing the bear cautiously. They both watched the bear intently. Clutching their weapons, preparing to react. But it didn't stir a bit. The began to near the next tunnel, And speed forward. Dashing on, they saw light further along the cave. It was the exit. Both of them ran and broke out into the light. It was blinding at first. But they were each relieved. They were facing north. A vast valley of pine trees to the West, Large snowy mountains to the East, including the Throat of the World. North of them stretched a small mountain range, and a river winding around the East end. It was lush with color. Beautiful and inviting, at least compared to the hill behind them. Atop stood Helgan, which was already in smoldering ruins. Slowing their jog, Siggmund and Daimous both stopped to catch their breath. Daimous took a seat on a small boulder. "I can't believe we made it." He said. Sigg took a few steps further outward. Hands on his hips, taking a big breath. Then he looked over to Daimous and laughed. "Thank the gods!" He said throwing his hands out. Daimous smirked. "I guess Talos was keeping an eye out." he said, standing up. "But we aren't safe here." Sigg's smile vanished. "I know." "So where are we? We should get into town, and away from Helgan." Daimous walked forward to him. A dark shadow burled under their feet. The Dragon let out a roar that echoed through the mountains. It soared over head. Heading east, disappearing behind the Throat of the World. They both crouched down. And waited for it to leave their line of sight. "We need to head North to Riverwood." Sigg said looking to his Imperial comrade. "I have an aunt there. We can hide out for supplies." Daimous didn't know how long he and Sigg were going to travel together. But for now they were both fugitives. It couldn't hurt staying together. He had never been much farther than the border between Cyrodiil and Skyrim. It was all new territory to him. So Siggmund was his only guide. They both raised up. Daimous looked unsure, but nodded nevertheless. "Lead the way."
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Post by Sands on Jul 22, 2013 1:03:05 GMT -5
Episode 4 - Riverwood There was a long hill turning down to the right. Lining up with the White river as it cut by the Throat of the World and the Ilinalta Mountains. It was the road they would take. The two walked along the river in the cool shade of pine trees. The sun was beginning to lower as the evening grew. "It isn't like they vanished from thin air." Siggmund was sharing his knowledge of the Dragon lore to Daimous. Dragons are a common myth in Skyrim. But the other provinces in Tamriel viewed them as a fairy tale. It was Nord foolishness. "There are burial mounds all over Skyrim. Their remains are proof that they existed." He continued. "So your telling me that the Nords killed them all off? But there were hundreds, and it took one to destroy a heavily fortified town!" Daimous didn't believe him. "I don't know how. All i know is they did. Its not like anyone here would know. They've been dead for thousands of years." Sigg said. Daimous was still unsure. "Dragons are only a fable in Cyrodiil. Its unbelievable." Sigg looked back towards Helgen. "I wouldn't believe it either... Its a nightmare." There was a long stone wall, stretching from the water, and a short distance into the woods. A gate in the middle that was large enough for wagons and horses. A few Nordic style horses, stone roads and docks, a pair of chickens and a couple of children running down the road with their dog. Finally they had reached Riverwood. The village is built on the eastern bank of the White River, in Whiterun Hold. It's a small Nordic community in a valley, between the river and the steep mountainside, in an area relatively clear of trees. It serves largely as a stopping point and rural community along the road from Helgen to Whiterun. Siggmund stepped inside the walls. There were a few people here and there. A Wood elf was carrying some timber. A man was snickering with his grandmother on their porch. It had been a few months since Siggmund had been to Riverwood. But he recognized most of the people he saw there. Daimous felt nervous. He was an Imperial soldier. A traitor nonetheless. And here he found himself in a Nord village in Skyrim. The province he is at war with. He placed his hand over the Imperial seal on his chest piece. "Where is the aunt of yours?" He whispered. Siggmund walked over to the docks. "She runs the mill, just over here." He said crossing the river. The Wood elf stopped and threw down his timber next to a wood chopping block. He looked over and noticed the two new visitors. "Sigg!" He shouted. Sigg looked pleasantly surprised and walked over to him. "Faendal, its good to see you friend." He said, shaking his hand. "Where is Gerdur?" He asked. Faendal pointed over to the mill, next to it there was a middle aged, blonde Nord women, sharpening an ax. Siggmund nodded, "Thanks" Daimous dared not to lock eyes with anyone. Faendal looked for a greeting, but Daimous hurried close with Siggmund. Sigg approached Gerdur, and stood with his arms crossed. And smiled, anticipating a warm welcome. Gerdur noticed movement from the corner of her eye. Then she looked up. She gasped. "Siggmund!!" She said, her face lighting up with excitement. Joyessly she dropped the ax and hugged him. "What are you doing here?" She said, still smiling. Siggmund hugged her back. "Gerdur, its so good to see you." He said. They both let go, then Gerdur hollered up to the log milling platform. "Hod! Siggmund is here!" "What? Siggmund?" He said walking over to the ramp. "Ill be right down!" Gerdur was the sister of Siggmund's mother, and Hod was her husband. They both ran the mill. Though Gerdur originally owns it. Hod hurried down, he was a big fellow. Even bigger than Sigg. "Sigg! How are you nephew!" He said grinning as they locked hands. "Im alright. But we really should get inside. I can explain everything there." Siggmund said. Gerdur's smiled began to fade, she was beginning to worry. "Siggmund whats wrong? And who is this?" She said. Daimous tried not to look so unnerved. "You look like you lost an argument with a Cave Troll boy." Hod said, looking concerned. "Its fine, listen we need to get inside. Then we can talk." He replied. Trying to hurry them on. Gerdur looked at him for a second. Trying to collect everything. "Ok, come. Lets go to the house." She said. "Ill finish up here and Ill be right over." Hod said. Patting Sigg's shoulder. They walked back across the river, down the main street and turned onto a small path. Gerdur's house was at the end of the road. She unlocked the door and the three entered. She then closed the door behind them. Daimous finally relaxed. "Are you two hungry?" Gerdur said, as she opened the latch to the basement. Siggmund smiled once again. "I'm starving." An hour or so later, the four sat around the kitchen table. After a good meal and finally some rest, Siggmund and Daimous could gather themselves. "So your telling me that cloud of smoke came from Helgen?" Gerdur said. "Thats right." Siggmund replied. "I'm telling you, I've never seen anything like it in my life." Gerdur leaned back. Daimous had been mostly quiet the whole time. "Well who is this?" She said. Still friendly. Hod scowled. "Hes and Imperial soldier?" "I was.." Daimous replied. Siggmund leaned on the table. "This is Daimous, he was in the cart with me. I couldn't have made it out without him." Hod was skeptical. "What is an Imperial soldier doing in a cart with Stormcloak prisoners?" "They branded me a traitor." Daimous said. Almost defensively. "What did you do?" Daimous hesitated. "It... It was a misunderstanding." "Is that so?" Hod crossed his arms. Daimous could tell what he was thinking. "I was a scout. But I'm no longer with the Legion." He said "Not after they tried to execute me." Hod thought for a moment. It was a fair point. "Well you helped Siggmund get out alive. I suppose you can't be too bad." He said. Siggmund stood up. "Thank you Gerdur. I didn't want to risk coming here. But we didn't have a choice." Gerdur smiled. "Think nothing of it. I'm glad you showed up here unharmed." She stood up and carried the dishes over to a basket. "How is your mother?" There was a silence. She turned back to Siggmund, concerned. "Shes still sick..?" She asked. Sigg looked down to the floor. "Shes getting worse..." Gerdur walked over to him. Now Hod looked concerned as well. "Thats when they found me. I was carrying her medicine, from Bruma." Bruma was a Nordic city Cyrodiil, near the Northern border with Skyrim. "They threw my equipment out. I don't remember where they captured me." Siggmund said with a sad felt expression. Daimous stood up with them. "We were knocked out." He said. "I came to first, but he was already in the carriage." Gerdur was uneasy, almost frantic. "Why would they do that!? It took weeks to get that remedy from Elsweyr!" She exclaimed. "I know.." Siggmund said glancing up to her. "Well you need to go to the Pale. Right now." Gerdur said, "You can't just leave her there to die." It hit Siggmund hard. "I know. We will head up there first light." He said reassuringly. "Well hurry to Whiterun, and then ill make a straight shot to the Pale." Hod stepped up, "You need to warn the Jarl of this Dragon business while your there." Gerdur snapped at him. "We dont have time for that!" She said. "Ill stop and warn the Jarl." Daimous said. They all looked at him. "Daimous can stay in Whiterun while i get mother. Ill bring her here, and we can figure out what to do from there." Siggmund said. Smiling warmly to calm her. Gerdur was slightly comforted. "Ok... Ok.." She said taking a deep breath. "You boys can stay at the inn down the street tonight, Ill rent out a room for you."
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Post by Sands on Jul 30, 2013 13:53:18 GMT -5
Episode 5 - The Coming Storm A man walked out around the counter top. He carried wood for the large fire in the middle of the Tavern. It was the Sleeping Giant Inn. A simple Inn and Tavern in Riverwood. It naturally finds its customers from travelers to Whiterun. I was pretty quiet. Only about half a dozen people moving about. Including the staff. The door opened with a slight squeak. From the darkness outside, 3 people walked indoors. Gerdur, Daimous, and Siggmund. They approached the counter. "Gerdur! How can i help you dear?" A blonde middle aged women stepped out from one of the rooms. She appeared to be a Breton. "Dalphine, i need board for these boys." Gerdur replied, leaning against the counter. "Sure, all rooms are open tonight." Dalphine said invitingly. "Is that you Siggmund?" she said. Sigg looked toward her. "Hello Dalphine." He greeted her. "Its been a while since you've been through here.What brings you to Riverwood?" Siggmund hesitated. He didn't want to say anything about the Dragon he saw today. "Just getting medicine for mother." "Ohhh are you talking about that delivery from Elsweyr?" She asked. "Oh you wouldn't believe how hard it was to get it..." Gerdur went on. Locking Dalphine in a gossiping conversation. The entire time Daimous had been nervously looking over his shoulder. Gerdur had given them both new clothes and cloaks to replace the torn. But Daimous had Imperial armor under his cloak. He didn't want anyone to see. Siggmund turned to him, and put his hand on Daimous' shoulder. "We will be safe here tonight." He said reassuringly. Daimous nodded. But his eyes kept glancing to the far side of the room. In a dark corner only barely lit by the hearth fire. There was a man, covered in a long dark cloak. Ripped and torn in many places. His face wasnt visible, only a pair of shining gauntlets, as they supported the pipe he was smoking. He was sitting back in a chair. His arms crossed and his feet were up on the table. He was facing the two. As if staring directly at them. "Who is that?" Daimous whispered. "I have no idea.." Siggmund replied hushly. The embers at the end of his pipe softly grew brighter, then darkened again. "Hes watching us.." Siggmund whispered again. "I know." Siggmund stared directly at him. For a moment things were almost tense... "Ok boys have a seat. Ill get your rooms ready." Dalphine said out of the quiet. Sigg and Daimous were both surprised and looked back to her. "You guys have everything you need yeah?" Gerdur asked them. They both nodded. "Thank you." Sigg added. "I will return as swiftly as possible. It should only take a day or two." He said optimistically. Gerdur hugged him, and then made her way to the door. "That table looks empty.." Daimous said pointing. "No." Siggmund said sternly as he walked towards the hooded man in the corner. Daimous became unnerved. But followed hesitantly Sigg walked over and sat on the bench beside him, Daimous next to Sigg. "Who are you?" Siggmund said. Trying not to be too brass. The mans face was too dark to see. But he lowered his pipe. But otherwise his poster hadent changed. He didn't answer. Siggmund leaned forward to look up under his hood. "I could see you watching us.." He said. "I saw it too." He almost cut him off. Siggmund stopped, and Daimous glanced over to them. "The Dragon..?" Sigg replied. "Yes. From Helgen." Sigg was puzzled. "You haven't told anyone?" "No." "You knew we were in Helgen too?" The man leaned forward, and put his legs down. "So was I." He said. Daimous was worried now. Maybe this man was tracking them down. "Why?" Daimous said poking out. "Be calm Imperial, I'm not here to kill you." The man replied. Daimous was puzzled as well. "Then what are you doing here.." Sigg asked. "Waiting." Siggmund raised his brow... "For.. what?" "The Coming Storm.." "Ok Sigg your guys' rooms are ready." Said Dalphine from across the room. They both stood up and looked at her. "Ok thank you." Siggmund nodded. Then they turned back to the man. But there was only an empty chair. As if he had vanished from thin air. "Where did he go?" Daimous said as he looked around the room. While Siggmund was lost in thought. It was obvious that the man knew what was going on around here. It isn't every day that you see a Dragon destroy a village and slaughter its inhabitants. Sigg knew what he ment by that. "The Coming Storm..." There are bigger things at work here.
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Post by Sands on Oct 10, 2013 20:17:52 GMT -5
Episode 6 - Olava's Reading The next day, a guardsmen stood in front of a large wooden gate. His partner was eating some soup to the opposite side. It was about 2 in the afternoon. A warm, sunny day. He noticed a pair of travelers approaching the gate. Whey walked along the ruined pathway. He stepped out into the road. Blocking their entry. The guards wore yellow cloth around them. The traditional color for Whiterun. He raised his hand. "Stop right there. The city is closed off." He called out. Siggmund stepped up to him, his hood was down to ease suspicion. He smiled to the guard. "Hail kinsmen, why is the city closed to travel?" He asked. The guard seemed relaxed. he saw no threat. "People have been reporting sightings or natural things in the sky. The Jarl worries its some magic ploy." Sigg crossed his arms in interest. "It happens that we bring important news from Helgen. They're related." He replied. The guard approached him. "What is it?" Siggmund looked to Daimous, then back to the guard. "Helgen has been destroyed." The guard was shocked. "What do you mean? Was it the Empire?" "No... It was something much worse. We need to speak to the Jarl quickly." Siggmund answered. The guard seemed to believe him. The strange sightings made him unnerved of the situation. "Right.. Come on in. But don't do anything crazy." The gates swung open to the busy road that cut through Whiterun. Several services including smithies and inns lined up along the path. The two walked on through. Though Daimous was still skeptical. Siggmund makes usual trips to Whiterun from his home just north. He wasn't a stranger to the city. They walked down the road, towards and inn and turning left. Leading up a flight of stairs. At the top there was a large white tree. Across the plaza a statue of Mighty Talos stood. And an old man barking at on goers about him. "Rise brothers and sisters! We must rid ourselves of the Imperial dogs! Talos demands it!" He raffled. "The Jarls hall is this way. But i think you should probably stay here." Siggmund said, turning to Daimous. "Your probably right..." He replied. "Where do you want me to wait?" He asked. Siggmund pointed down the road toward the Inn they passed. "Just wait there. I shouldn't be long with the Jarl. Ill come find you." He said reassuringly. "What are you going to tell him?" Siggmund thought for a moment. "Ill tell him the truth. He needs to prepare his city, and tell his higher ups." Daimous nodded. "I hope it works... This city wouldn't last against that monster." He said doubtfully. Siggmund padded his shoulder. "Don't worry, well figure this out." With that, they parted. Siggmund headed toward the large complex atop the hill. While Daimous came to the front of the Inn. The people didn't seem to notice him all too much. Though he was an Imperial, several different races frequented the streets. He stepped inside to find a hardy welcome. Men were drunk, hollering in enjoyment, while bards sang and plucked on their loots. It was a typical Nord environment. He sat down by himself at a table in the back. Waiting for a few moments. He kept an eye on the room, but was mostly at ease. A Redguard women approached him. "Hey sweetie what can i get you?" She asked him. Daimous thought for a moment. "Ill have a bit of Mead i suppose." He said, trying not to be withheld. The women nodded and walked away. Leaving him to lean back and wait. He looked down at one of his leather braces. It had a small Imperial symbol on it. It was dirty, and weathered. He thought to himself.. How would he get back home? If so, would he be welcomed? Staring at his bracer. All he could think about was his brother. Dying in the woods. An Imperial sword in his chest. "Everything will be fine little cub." Daimous had zoned out, he looked across the table. And elderly women sat down. Putting a few knick knacks on the table. She was waiting to order some food. He tried to be coy. "What do you mean?" He asked. "Come now son, I can read a man, especially when his thoughts are in turmoil." She lightly smiled. Daimous smirked a bit in return. "You have better insight then me it appears." He said, looking back to his bracer. "My name is Olava, and I know. I just know. I can see it in your eyes." This caught his attention. "Come here cub. Let me show you." She said scooting her chair sideways. Daimous was slightly puzzled. "What are you like.. a jypsy?" She nodded. "I don't know.." He said in disbelief. "Just trust me. It will come clear." Daimous thought for a moment. Looking down to his bracer again. Then back to Olava. "Alright.. Ill have a go i suppose." He said standing up, and moving to the seat beside her. She grabbed his hands lightly. And closed her eyes. A few of the other citizens stopped to spectate. They knew of her gifts. "Clear your mind... Do not feel the regret, or shame. Do not feel happiness or relief. Think of the world as if the eyes of the Gods are yours..." Daimous closed his eyes.. And breathed in deeply. It was quiet for a moment as the people watched respectfully. "I see... I see a man.. your kin. His heart is strong, but his mind is dark. He stands in the woods. Looking... For something.." Daimous opened his eyes, but stared down at their hands quietly. She continued. "There is a shield... of stone... Engulfed in fire.. It does not falter. It shields its loved ones from the burning darkness... It is its destiny..." "Hmm... Now i see.. A towering warrior... Made of metal and rage.. His true weapon is his strength... And his foes cower before his might..." "... Now there is a small flame... Not harmful, nor dangerous.. It wants to burn unhindered... Reflecting on the eyes of a young girl.. It is a curse.. But also, a light in the darkness."
Daimous looked up at her. She was still in trance. But he was amazed. He could feel her recognizing things in his mind, Things that he hadent come to know. Was it his future? She continued. "Hmm.. There is more... I see a fearful mind.. but a noble soul.... She moves quietly away from harm... It wants to protect something... Something that has already been broken..." She paused for a moment. Her brow winkled. As if she were flustered. "I see.. one more thing... Its unclear.. A mountain of fire... despair and grief.. Loss.. A darkness.. Like a force that doesn't move... Its a hooded man.. His heart.. Is full of hate, and anger.. But his mind is calm... There is light all around him.. but it is only blinding... They give it a name.. Both out of fear, and great respect... He is... Death and Shadow..." Her eyes slowly opened. She stared at Daimous directly. He was at a loss for words. "What are they?" Is all he could muster. Olava looked confused, but softly smiled. As if she was contempt. "They are your destiny, my child."
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Post by Sands on Oct 13, 2013 19:58:04 GMT -5
Episode 7 - The Jarl of Whiterun "But my lord, the smoke from Helgen has already subsided. Tullius was there, nothing could have happened." An Imperial said to the Jarl. He was a consult to Jarl Balgruuf the Greater. One of the nine Jarls in Skyrim. He, his family, and his court lived atop of a hill in Whiterun city. There, was the manor known as Dragonsreach. Known for having a trap made to catch Dragons, back in the old times. Now the Stormcloaks and the Empire are both attempting to win the favor of Balgruuf, and set up a foothold in Whiterun. "It doesn't change the reports of black monsters appearing in the skies." Jarl Balgruuf said. "If there was an issue they'd of sent a messenger-" The consult was cut off. "No, were going to send guards down to Riverwood immediately. I will not have some creature destroying my hold and slaughtering my people!" The Jarl said, getting irate in tone. It was a large hall. With two long tables stretching parallel with each other. A hearth fire in the middle. A few patrons and children were eating their dinner happily. At the opposite end of the Jarls throne, a large staircase front he front doors, lit by torches. Footsteps creaked in the distance. Balgruuf looked onward, as a man appeared from below. Siggmund walked up the steps, and across the floor toward the thrones. He passed the fire when a guard stepped out in front of him. "Whats your business son?" He said raising his hand to Siggmund. Sigg stopped, looking over the guards shoulder, locking eyes with the Jarl. "A Dragon!" He said, loud enough for the court to hear. Balgruuf leaned forward. "Let him by." The guard stepped aside, and Siggmund stepped up to the throne. "What do you know of a Dragon?" The Jarl asked. "There was one spotted to the South. It Destroyed Helgen." Siggmund answered. The Jarls form grew tense. "So the creature in the sky... That was a Dragon?" "What does this boy know my lord? Hes a stranger?" The consult said. "Quiet. The words of your citizens are the ones you should trust the most." Balgruuf said. Siggmund bowed in respect. "What are you plans my lord?" Balgruuf stood up, and crossed his arms. "I have a specialist. My court wizard's biggest theory was that is was a Dragon." He made his way toward the east end of the hall. Siggmund followed. "When the reports of a black creature soaring over the plains first came in, my court wizard: Faringar immediately assumed it was a Dragon." The Jarl said as they walked through a doorway. They arrived in a room filled with scrolls and maps. A large map of Skyrim posted on the board in the middle of the room. Faringar was standing there, in blue mages robes. Conversing with a girl. She was in teal mages robes as well. But they were more suited from the College in Winterhold. From what Siggmund could see, she was considerably shorter than him, and Faringar. Though they were both Nords. She must of been a Breton. Faringar turned to the Jarl and Siggmund. "Ah Jarl Balgruuf. I was just speaking with my colleague here. We may have a lead on these Dragon sightings." "Ah, well it looks like you can say you told me so." Balgruuf chuckled. Faringar's face lit up. "So you confirmed that it was a Dragon after all?" He said. Balgruuf nodded. "This lad here says he saw it at Helgen. I want to begin counter measures immediately." Faringar turned to Siggmund. "You saw a Dragon? What did it look like? What was it doing when you saw it?" Siggmund backed up in shock. "I don't know..." He couldn't answer fast enough. "Focus Faringar.. What is this lead?" Balgruuf placed his hand on Faringars shoulder. "Oh.. oh oh yes." The sidetracked wizard walked over to his desk, and began scrambling through his papers. "There's.. a tablet..." He scurried among his notes. "Its suppose to show where Dragon burial mounds are... And have information on how they were beaten." Finally he found a large paper with a drawn map of the Ilinalta Mountains. He placed his finger down on the Eastern end. "She believes it is here... Bleak Falls Barrow." Balgruuf stroaked his goatee. "The only problem Faringar, is that its not here." The girl stepped out in front of Faringar, "I'm going there tomorrow." She caught the attention of Siggmund and Balgruuf. "Your going there? With who?" Balgruuf replied. "I would go alone." Balgruuf crossed his arms, amused. "You girl?" She crossed her arms in return, shifting her hips.. Though her face was covered by her hood, she was clearly offended. "I'm very capable of handling myself." She snickered. "Nonsense." Balgruuf waved the thought. Then turned to Siggmund. "Are you looking for work?" Siggmund hesitated. "I need to get home. My mother needs my help right now." Balgruuf padded his shoulder. "Get this man a horse. Hes done us a service. We can repay it." Siggmund smiled. "Th.. Thank you my Jarl." He said graciously. It was just the news he wanted to hear. There may be hope after all. "Think nothing of it..." He then turned to the mages. "Faringar, send this girl down to the tavern and look for a sell sword. I don't want her going alone." "Yes my lord." The girl huffed. "My friend is at the Tavern now. He'll help. Just tell him Siggmund sent you."
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Post by Sands on Oct 17, 2013 1:28:19 GMT -5
Episode 8 - The Shield The sun had begun to set on the plains of Whiterun. The warm day turned to cool air, and fire flies began to spark. The cold breezes started to run through the thick fur of a Mammoth as it followed closely to its Giant Shepard. They stomped along toward a huge bonfire. Where more Mammoths and Giants settled down for the night. The Giant stopped, turning behind it. The sunset was beautiful, but that wasn't what caught his eye. A White, spotted, horse dashed through the lands. It was in a dead sprint. Racing passed the rocks and shrubs as it blazed to the North. Quickly the tundra turned into a darker forest. Siggmund had entered the Pale. The Pale was a cold valley that stretched from the Northern sea of Ghosts, for miles to the Whiterun plains. And branching out eastward along the river to Windhelm. He rode unaltered, his eyes only focused on his destination. He needed to hurry. Time was of the essence, and he feared for the worst. The trees blurred by, though it was getting almost too dark to see, he kept pace. It didn't matter if a Dragon was about to burn Whiterun to the ground. All he could see was one shimmering hope. That he could save the one person who still held him dear. Further ahead he could see a faint figure appear through the trees. It was a cabin, but something was off. The lights were all out. The lantern out front, nor candles from inside. No smoke came from the single chimney. Siggmund was scared. This wasn't a good sign. The horse galloped up to the front door, slowing down. "Mother I'm here!" Siggmund jumped off before it stopped entirely. "Mother?!" He ran to the front door, ripping it open. "..Mother..?" It was dark inside.. Dead quiet. His heart sank.. Siggmund reached for a tinder box on the table. Striking a match, he dropped it in the lantern. And light flared out, revealing his already watering eyes. At the far side of the cabin, there was a bed. A quilted blanket on top. Under it... Siggmund approached it slowly. Placing his hand on her cheek. It was only cold. Everything was numb. Only a white noise as he fell to his knees. He couldn't hear his own screams. As tears ran down his face, he clutched the blankets. All he could do was shout out his sadness and anger. Gripping the quilts with rage. Knuckles turning white. He failed her, he failed himself. He was too late. ... He stood in the center of the cabin. The chimney fire lit up his eyes. They were red, and irritated. They felt dry to him. He looked down to his hands. They were shaking, black from the dig. All the years he lived without his father. He depended on her. Their bond grew strong. Now he was truly alone. Remaining quiet, Siggmund began to move around the cabin. Collecting things and throwing them in his rucksack. This was no longer his home. He would only feel regret while he stayed there. Now the night was black, and cold are the winds of the Pale. But he no longer cared. There was a chest in the corner, it was old and withered. The only remnants of his father left. It creaked as he opened it. There was a few things, worthless to him. But under a few books, tools, and parchments. A helmet. He raised it in the light. It was iron, and crude. Two horns struck from the top, and an extra plate of iron reached down the back to protect the neck. It once belonged to his father, a traditional Nord of old. Who fought for his land, his family, and his belongings. Now it was Siggmund's. He would wear it well. Placing it on the floor he reached further down. Pulling out more junk and items that would be no use to him. Finally he pulled the final contents out. And piled them next to him. The bottom of the chest was rounded out. This was strange. He felt around. It was bumpy, and ridged. Almost as if someone carved into a stone tablet. Then he stopped. Knowing what it was. He tilted the chest forward, and there was a large thud. It was a Branded Shield. It was thick Iron, and carved out with various Nordic designs to resemble stone. This too, was now his. He stood up with his new shield in hand. It fitted perfectly on his arm. It was a finely crafted to last a long time. He placed it on his back with a leather strap and grabbed the helmet. It was time to leave. Water on the fire, the door closed and locked. His new belongings tied to his horse. He stepped in front of it and patted its nose. Steam came from both of their breaths. At the end of the lantern light he could see a small mound of dirt. Recently disturbed in the snow. It was her final resting place. Siggmund climbed atop his steed. Now there was nothing left. He no longer had a mission, even a purpose. He hadn't spoken a word since he found her. And he wouldn't now. Slowly the horse walked into the dark forest, With the lantern to guide the way. He raised his helmet, and fitted it on his head. It balanced well, as if it were specially smithed just for him. Now the journey back to Whiterun lay ahead of him. He would be there before morning. He didn't look back.
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Post by Sands on Oct 24, 2013 21:37:44 GMT -5
Episode 9 - The Unhindered Flame
Earlier that night... The gates of Whiterun closed. It was late afternoon, and Siggmund would be its final traveler til morning. But on the other side of town, the Inn was still busy with on goers. Several drunk Nords moved in and out. Daimous sat in the back, he was having a drink alone. Still trying to gather himself over the reading Olava had gave him. Though it was bleak, and confusing, he could almost recognize the images by heart. Like he'd foreseen them himself. Stareing into the bottom of his empty tankard. He smirked slightly. This Nord mead wasn't all too bad. "Hey can i get another one?" He called out to the Redguard as she walked by. She nodded. Daimous leaned back in his chair, thinking to himself. He needed to find these visions. Weather they were places, or people. He had to find out. The door creaked open, and a cool breeze swooped in. She was looking for an Imperial named Daimous. She lowered her hood. A pale Breton girl, green eyes, she had long red hair down to her shoulders. It was a deep red, purple shaded, almost Maroon color. This wasn't unnatural for Breton girls, but rare. She was also lightly freckled across her nose and cheeks. By standards, she was short, only about 5.3. She couldn't have been much more than 100lbs. The small size is usual with all Bretons, men or women. She had a short, dark brown cloak over her mage's robes. Which were teal, indicating she had spent time in the College to the north. With fur boots and mitts to accommodate for the cold climate. Bretons Hailed from Daggerfall. They usually had an in born grasp of Magic. This lead to many of them expanding out to become great scholars, battlemages.. Or even witches. Like the Forsworn of Western Skyrim. She scanned the room. A couple of batting eyes from the Nords. Sizing her up. The Nords in these parts didn't care much for wizards and spell craft. But she seemed harmless, almost fragile. A few of them were getting the wrong ideas. The Breton took a few steps toward the fire. These men were too tall and hardy to be Imperials. She knew to look for dark hair, and possibly a tanned complex. Not large oafs like these. They carried on, singing and drinking, as she bobbed between a couple. It wouldn't be too hard, there were only a dozen or so patrons. One of the Nords bumped into her. To him it was nothing, but he was also twice her size. She stumbled a bit, and huffed in grief. "Hello my dear.." An old women approached her as she made her way to the door. The Breton was surprised. "Erm.. Hello." She said trying to smile politely. "Oooh look at you little thing." She was friendly toward her. "Such a lovely smile." The girl smiled further, almost blushing. "Well thank you.." She returned respectfully. The old women smiled again. "I know you from somewhere.." The Breton raised a brow. "I don't believe so. I haven't been to Whiterun before." But the old women thought for a moment. "Ah yes!" She said lighting up. "You'll be looking for that lad over there." She said pointing behind herself. The Breton looked over the old women's shoulder. An Imperial man sat alone at a table in the back. She raised a brow again. "How did you.." The old women turned away toward the door. "Good luck my dear." Daimous took his first swig of the new tankard. Then leaned forward, placing it on the table. "Ooh.. what a day.." He mumbled sarcastically "Daimous Aldius?" Said in a soft, cautious voice.. Daimous looked up. He was surprised. "Oh.. Yes. That's me." He nodded. "A man named Sigg sent me to find you." Daimous pondered. "What do you need? Miss..." "Myra Alander." She reached out her hand formally. Daimous took it. "He said you could help me." She then threw her cloak over a chair and took it. Daimous turned across the table to face her. She seemed oddly familiar to him. Though he was sure he'd never met her before. "What can i do for you?" She faced him in return. "I'm looking for someone to help me. I need to go to a ruin in the south." "So you need muscle or..?" He asked in return. "Well..". she said, annoyed. "The Jarl wont let me go alone. So they sent me here.. Your friend Siggmund vouched for you." "Well there are many dangers out there girl." He said reassuringly. Myra huffed again. "What are you like 19?" He asked. "I'm an adult thank you, and I've defended myself plenty of times." She crossed her arms. Daimous smirked now. "Well in that case I'll have trouble keeping up with you." This caught her attention. "So you'll come?" Daimous nodded. "I couldn't refuse." He continued. "I'll need to stop by a blacksmith though, and were going to need supplies if we want to travel.." He began to sound like he was still in the army. Myra raised a hand. "The Jarl will pay for any gear we need." This puzzled Daimous. "Is it that important?" She leaned in, "I know it sounds crazy... but they say theres a Dragon moving about." Daimous rubbed his face. "Oooh... not again.." Myra was surprised. "You already knew?" Daimous laughed and shook his head. "You have no idea.." He leaned to his right, positioning the candle between them. Then he stopped still. The small flame reflected off of her eyes... He squinted... He'd seen this before... His eyes widened. It was from his vision with Olava. The Unhindered Flame. "What is it?" Myra looked puzzled. Daimous straightened up, and paused for a second. He didn't want to tip her as a crazy man. Maybe for now he'd keep it to himself. "I'll help you on this job. Though I don't know anything about Dragons." "I'll handle any of that business." Myra nodded in return. "Right..." Daimous took another drink of his mead. "Did Sigg leave already?" He asked. "The Jarl gave him a horse. He departed immediately." Daimous' expression saddened. He didn't know if he'd ever see him again. Myra could tell it wasn't a welcomed answer. "Well I'm sure he'll be back before you know it." She felt awkward talking about two strangers as if they were friends. Daimous half smiled at her. "Ah well.. Good luck to the man." He said raising his tankard. The tavern began to empty out. It was getting late, and the Nords were starting to stumble back to their homes. But Daimous stayed. He ordered a room there. While Myra had one waiting at Dragonsreach. "Alright, tomorrow I'll be here bright and early to get you. Don't over sleep.." Myra said as she walked toward the door. Daimous held it open for her, and she made her way into the cold night air. Daimous wittingly saluted her. "Yes ma'am." He watched her make her way up the stairs, toward the Plaza. Then he went back inside, and made his way toward the guest rooms upstairs. Though he joked, a lot of things were running through his head. He closed the door and began to unbuckle his armor... "What have i gotten myself into...?"
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Post by Sands on Oct 27, 2013 2:02:50 GMT -5
Episode 10 - The Story Begins The distant sound of a lute plucked through the air. Daimous opened his eyes. The small vents in the ceiling let in a bright, somewhat pink light. It was early morning, probably about 6 AM. Daimous slowly pulled himself up, and pivoted to sit on the side of the bed. He leaned forward, rubbing his eyes... He needed to shave. A few moments later he came sorely down the stairs into the main lodge. Pulling one of his shoulder straps tight, and throwing his cloak around his back, He still felt in necessary to hide his armor. Even though it was scratched and dirty, i couldn't feel any more comfortable in another set of armor. It was light, a scout's armor. Made to hold twin swords on his back. But he lost them both. He only had a rusty iron sword now... The only person it was going to kill was him. He stepped out into the lodge. There were only a couple people here. A bard, the bartender, and a single Nord man in studded leather armor. Sitting alone by the fire. He wore an iron helmet. Daimous approached the counter, and used his last gold to buy a cup of mead. It would see him through the morning. Then he turned toward the fire, now all he had to do was wait for Myra. The Nord sat by the fire, a large shield leaned against his bench. Daimous approached him with his tankard. He quickly recognized him. "Sigg?" Siggmund looked up to him. His expression was bleak, yet he seemed to be focused. Daimous stood before him, already knowing the grim news. "Morning Daimous.." Sigg said, trying to hide his sorrow. Daimous stepped up to him, putting his hand on Siggmund's shoulder. Siggmund looked down to the floor. "I'm.. Sorry..Brother." Siggmund looked up to him. Still the bothered expression. Daimous humbly smiled. "You'll get through this big guy." Siggmund's expression lightened a bit. He sat down beside the Nord. "You should come with Myra and I today." "Myra?" Daimous offered a drink, Siggmund took it. "She's this.. Breton girl. We're going to some ruin in the mountains to the South." Siggmund rubbed his chin. "Bleak Falls?" Daimous nodded. "Honestly I wouldn't feel very safe with out a local to guide me." He joked. He nudged Sigg's shoulder. Siggmund smirked. He was grateful for the companionship. Though his heart was lost, at least he could tame his mind. He sat up straight. "Right, gotta save you from freezing your ass off." He nudged him back. Daimous chuckled, swigging his drink. A few moments later the door swung open. A figure stood among the bright sunlight, "That'd be her.." Daimous said standing up. Siggmund stood up with him. Myra walked in, the Jarl behind her. This caught the boys off guard. "Ah.. Balgruuf.." Siggmund bowed in respect. "Good morning Daimous," Myra said approaching them. Daimous nodded to her. "Morning my lady." The Jarl stood next to Myra. "Siggmund.. How fared your journey kinsmen?" Daimous stayed quiet.. "All is well." Siggmund said. Daimous grew puzzled, but played along. "He will join us on our mission." The Jarl turned to him. "Your the Imperial I've heard about?" Daimous nodded. "Did you steal that armor boy?" He asked. Daimous grew defensive. "This armor was made for me... So i kept it." The Jarl studied him.. It was clear he was suspicious, but he would save it for another time. "Siggmund, my guardsmen reported that you returned, so I came here to greet you." "Thank you my Jarl.." He said graciously. But then he was caught of guard. The Jarl raised him and Ax. "I never got to thank you personally. And for this dungeon sprawl, I want to give you this." It was an Ebony War Ax. Razor sharp, and expertly crafted. Siggmund didn't know what to say. "Th.. Thank you Jarl!" He took it in his hands humbly. It was light, and a perfect weapon for any Nord. Though Ebony weapons were well known for being almost indestructible. "May it serve you well, son." The Jarl nodded to him, then he turned to Myra. "Okay, you take these men South. You know the way... Stop by the forge near the gate." Myra nodded in attention. "Yes sir." Then the Jarl turned toward the door. It was time for him to leave, he had a city to run. "And get that ex Legionary a new blade. The only person its gong to kill is himself." With that he was gone. And the two turned to Myra for instructions. She reached out to shake Siggmund's hand. "I'm Myra Alander, I believe we haven't properly met Siggmund." Siggmund dropped his new ax in his belt. Now he could pitch that old mace. Maybe things weren't going to end out so badly. He felt that he had a purpose, and was going to do some good. Even save lives... His mother would've been proud. He reached out to the Breton girls hand. "It's just Sigg."
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Post by Sands on Nov 1, 2013 3:44:47 GMT -5
Episode 11 - Bleak Falls Barrow: Part 1 It was about 6PM and the light was begining to soften. Two miles to the south, along the long road through the mountains, three figures pushed against the snow. Moving up the mountain side past an ancient watch tower. They all wore long cloaks with hoods up. Trying to keep the wind and snow off of their bodies. One after another, they trenched along. The first of the figure was the tallest. "This bend stretches around to the West! And we should see the entrance!" Siggmund called out to his allies behind him. He had a large shield on his left arm, using it to block the wind from his face. And his iron helmet was strapped to his belt, next to his ax. Behind him a smaller figure followed. She had a staff made of wood, it was a few inches taller than her, and had a dragon's head arching forward at the top. But other than that she was unarmed. Behind Myra, followed Daimous, who was also fully cloaked. But he was easily distinguished with twin steel swords on his back. "I'm really starting to hate Skyrim...!" He called out from the back. Siggmund laughed. They came around the bend. And through the blinding white, appeared a dark mass. It was a giant temple entrance, this must have been it. "Be on your toes!" Siggmund shouted back. Daimous didn't understand the warning, but he assumed it was for the high ledges, blistering cold, and jagged rocks. "Your not helping Sigg.." He muttered. "We just need to get in and out. No sight seeing or treasure hunting." Myra leaned on her staff. "How deep do you think it goes!?" She shouted out of the weather. Siggmund stopped on the bottom of the steps, lowering his shield. He looked back to her. "I could't say.. I've never been up this far..!" He called back. Then he looked back up the stairs, squinting into the snow. "We were always worried of Draugr wondering down the mountain into town!" Myra raised a brow. "Can't say I'd blame you!" Daimous lowered his hood and stepped out beside her. "What in Oblivion is a Draugr?!" Siggmund raised his shield and looked back to him. An arrow shot out from the white, Dinging off Siggmunds shield. Instantly he reacted. "Bandits!" A man, covered in snow and dirt, rag tied and fur clothed. Charged out from the blurring snow. Sword raised in hand. Siggmund focused, gritting his teeth. He clutched his shield, and slammed into him. Siggmund was a big Nord, and the bandit fell on his back among the stairs. And Siggmund bared his ax down on him. "Myra get behind me!" She followed him quickly. Huddled up, she was a much smaller target than Siggmund. And they moved up the stairs. Daimous ran up the staircase to the left, attempting a flank. Another arrow flicked off of Siggmund's shield, but they made it easily. Both pairing at the top, another bandit rushed the two. He wildly swung a claymore out, bashing off his shield. Siggmund countered, chopping with his ax at the bandit's stomach. Felling him swiftly. Then they noticed the bandit rushing Daimous, and another with the bow. Sadly for the bandit, Daimous was the only one there with true combat experience. He drew his blades, and his cloak fell to the ground. Striking with both swords, he parried the bandits blade, and lunged his through the bandit's chest. He fell with blood on the snow. Daimous moved forward, now without his cloak, he could move freely in his light armor. Quickly dispatching another bandit. But he was caught off guard when an arrow grazed by him. Daimous looked up to see a small bandit elf knocking another arrow. "Oh damn.." He was cut off when a fireball flung out and exploded on the archer. "Whoa!" Myra stepped out from Siggmund. Her hood fell down, now her red hair flourished in the wind. She raised her free hand. A small orange light flickered and began to grow in her palm, Almost instantly fireball burst out, and she threw it at a bandit that couldn't move fast enough to evade it. He explode and fell to the ground as bits of flame sprinkled around him. Daimous smirked. "Damn! The Jarl was wrong eh!?" Siggmund bashed another bandit with his shield, and finished him with his ax. It was a simple, effective tactic. And the bandits were growing fewer and fewer. They were a formidable trio. The three began to fan out, and started combing toward the door. Then a bandit sprinted up the stairs behind them. Screaming as he rushed forward with his sword. This caught the boys off guard, as they were ahead of Myra to take the blunt of the bandits. She hadn't noticed. "Myra!" Siggmund raised his ax to point behind her. She turned back to the bigger bandit who loomed over. In full charge, he swung down at her. Daimous watched as his heart sank. Maybe Olava's reading wasn't a vision of his destiny? But a warning to the people around him. But Siggmund gathered himself and rushed at them, raising his ax in return. There was no way he could reach her in time, But Myra was way ahead of them. She clutched her fist, and a flash of purple blinked out from her fingers. It expanded outwards, fore handed into a large phantom blade of purple magic. And she lashed out with it. Happening so fast, the bandit dropped his blade, and fell to the snow, clutching his stomach. Staff in one hand, conjured blade in the other, she called out as she stabbed the bandit with it. Finishing him off. Siggmund's sprint slowed to a stop. Breathing heavy, he looked at her, and back to Daimous. Both equally surprised. She looked up to them, the sword evaporated into the wind. "Lets get inside!" Siggmund turned back toward the giant doorway. "There might be more inside, stay alert!" The other two followed. Daimous and Siggmund pressed against the door, and pushed. It slowly opened, grinding against the stone floor. Letting in flurried snow and howling wind, the inner chamber was huge. But quiet. Siggmund went in first, shield raised. Daimous waited for Myra to go next, so he could watch the outside. She moved by him, both winded. Daimous raised his hands. "You are really scary... You know that?" She smiled and giggled. But this wasn't a time for jokes. They moved into the chamber. There were a few large pillars, and a small campfire by a tunnel on the opposite end. The pillars and walls were riddled in ancient Nordic carvings. It was empty, only the howling wind echoed in. The three regrouped at the center, catching their breath. "I don't think that was all of them.." Siggmund peered at the tunnel. "Lets move in, but be careful." Daimous stepped out out ahead, and looked back to them. "Ah well.. I think we can handle it." He smirked, twirling his blades loosely. Myra and Siggmund threw down their cloaks as well. Siggmund fitted his helmet on and raised his shield. Nodding to Daimous and Myra. She clutched her staff and formed up behind him, and they began to move further in.
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Post by Sands on Nov 6, 2013 2:10:34 GMT -5
Episode 12 - Bleak Falls Barrow: Part 2 Down the stairs and left. A dark crumbling tunnel with vines and cobwebs all about it. A few dim lit torches, and a cool breeze that followed the three as they made their way cautiously. The tunnel stretched shortly into a room with a few embalming tools and unlit candles. They neared a door way covered in thick webs. This unnerved Siggmund. "Frostbite spiders... be ready." He hushed. Daimous again, had no idea what he was speaking of. "What are they like.. Poisonous?" He looked puzzled. Siggmund huffed humorously. "They're big.." Myra answered. "What like birds?" Siggmund chopped through the web into a large room, with light peering through a vent in the ceiling. A large grate in the floor in the center. There was a mass of web on the other side. With a figure in lodged inside. It was a man, seemed to be a bandit. Dirty and beat up, he was a scraggly Dark Elf. He raised his head. "Hello? Who's there??" Siggmund eased up, stepping out into the light. Daimous walked out beside Siggmund. "Looks like your in a spot Elf. What's going on?" The Elf scrambled frantically. "Quick! You have to help me!" Daimous crossed his arms. "Hah.. I don't think so bub." Myra walked out. "We need to get by him. So someone has to cut him down." Daimous raised his brow. "Can't we just... Cut around him?" "Daimous.." Siggmund scolded. "Listen! The only way to get through is with the key! And i have it!." Siggmund approached him. "And I'm to believe you'll hand it over?" "In the name of Nerevarine!" Siggmund huffed, unsure. "If you try anything, your going to regret it." He reached up with his ax, tugged away some of the web with the blade. "Hurry up!" The elf was flustered. "Hold still elf.." Siggmund continued. "Uh.. boys.." Myra called out. They turned around to a large shadow looming over her. It was a giant spider. At least 8 feet across, it had light grey fur across its back and on its mandibles. It was a frightening sight. The spider lowered down on web, suddenly detaching, it pounced down on top of Myra. She fell to the ground underneath is belly. Daimous and Siggmund quickly reacted. "Myra!" Daimous rushed out ahead. The spider lashed out with one of its legs. And Daimous flew on the ground, one of his swords skipping away from him. He rolled over on his back. The spider pivoted around, rearing up toward him. But a figure stepped between them. Siggmund had his shield raised. This wasn't the first time hes fought one of these monstrosities. The spider hissed at him. Clicking his mandibles. "Myra are you alright?" He called out. Before he got an answer, the spider lashed out again. But Siggmund was a sturdier target then Daimous, and the leg bounced off his shield with no effect. "Your gonna have to try harder than that!" He bashed his ax against his shield. "Come on!" Daimous grabbed his blade and scrambled to his feet. "Myra say something girl!" They were both concerned. Fire flashed out from underneath the spider. It screeched, falling on its back. Revealing its scorched underbelly. Myra staggered to her feet. Daimous ran up to assist her. "I'm okay.. I'm okay.." She achingly picked up her staff. The fire had lashed out to the elf. And he fell to the floor as the cob webs burnt away. He looked up to the humans, locking eyes with Daimous. "Don't even think about it." Daimous approached him. The elf didn't answer, he only turned and sprinted away as fast as he could. "Dammit!" Daimous raced after him into the tunnel. Siggmund walked over to the spider, slamming his ax into its weak stomach, finishing it off for good. Then he turned to Myra, who already ran in after them. Daimous was faster then his comrades, but this elf was quick as well. They flashed threw a few rooms, lit by torches oddly enough. The elf looked back to see Daimous in toe. It didn't look like he was going to lose him. Frantically he turned corners, knocking over urns and candle lamps. Daimous breathed efficiently, keeping up with him. They sprinted into a dark room, only a couple dim torches. The walls were entirely dug out, and filled with slots to fit bodies. It was a tomb. The elf sprinted ahead, but Daimous was closing in. A just chase, ending when an old iron sword swung out. Taking off the Dark elf's head. He crumbled to the floor, a gold object fell from his hands. Daimous stomped his feet, sliding up to this new menace. It stepped out, a tall man. But his flesh had shriveled, and his armor rusted. His eyes glowed blue, and he clutched an ancient sword, riddled with knicks and scratches. He was tall enough to be a Nord. But clearly undead, a few arrows stuck in his chest. Daimous was shocked, raising his blades. Undead weren't unheard of., but ever since the Mages guild outlawed Necromancy in Cyrodiil, it was something rarely seen. But this was different still. It wasn't like a wandering zombie in a dungeon. It was an undead warrior. And it had clear intentions. "Fen dir..." Its raspy voice echoed. Daimous stood ready. "Listen I didn't chose to come here!" It walked toward him determined. "Tafiir!" It screamed, lunging at Daimous. He parried, jumping aside. Striking back at the monster. His blade cut into its old, leather like flesh. Doing almost no damage. Daimous backed up. "What are you!?" The zombie shrugged off the blow and turned to him again. "Zeymah!!" It yelled out wards around him. Daimous didn't know what to make of it. Then he heard a rusting around him. A few things fell to the floor, dust puffed out of the tombs. And more zombies creaked to life. Daimous looked around him frantically, backing into a corner. Blue eyes peered at him from all around. There were at least 5 of them. Wielding old axes and blades. "Draugr!" Siggmund charged in, slamming into one with his shield. Knocing it to the ground, he finished it with his ax. They all looked at him. This was Daimous' chance. He swung out, cutting another with his swords. It didn't seem to work. "Daimous you have to hit them hard!" He swung his ax out, hitting another upside the head. Though it didn't die, it fell to the ground, and Siggmund hit it again. Daimous grit his teeth. And jumped at the Draugr, swinging both blades as hard as he could. The Draugr staggered back, falling on one knee. "Oh I got you now.." Daimous raised his swords to finish it, but another Draugr countered from the side but Daimous reflected the blow. Myra shot out a stream of fire, igniting a Draugr, burning its aged body to a crisp. She then lit another. Siggmund was on his third, he had fought these before as well. Their numbers were growing skim. Daimous finished the last one, stabbing his swords through it's chest. An enduring battle, they were all out of breath. Daimous approached his comrades. "I really hate Skyrim now.." Siggmund looked at him, huffing humorously again. "Did you catch the runaway?" He asked, leaning over on his knees. "Well i didn't..." Daimous turned to the headless corpse. "He was a quick little guy thats for sure.." Myra approached the body. Beside it lay a solid gold claw, it was the size of her head. "Oh wonderful.." She picked it up. "What is that?" Siggmund walked over to her. "Its a key." "Looks like a claw to me." "Well, they use it as a key." She walked out a few steps ahead. "The ancient Nords used this to open locked passages." Daimous had his hands on his hips. "To keep out bandits?" Myra looked back at him. "Or keep in secrets." She smiled. This was a good sign, only a few, special Nordic ruins had secrets important enough to assign these claws to them. Siggmund stepped out in front of her. There was a long tunnel, only a bit higher than his head. It had torches lit, and seemed less riddled with cobwebs and dust. "So these Draugr fellas kept the torches on for us?" Daimous nudged on with his foot. "The lights are kept on for them." Myra walked behind Sigg, and Daimous followed. Her answer had both of them puzzled. "Draugr wake up at night, and travel to the inner sanctum. Usually to do some old mystical business that we are probably better off unknowing." Daimous sheathed his blades. "Like rain dance?" Myra looked back to him, ill entertained. "They usually sleep during the day, recuperating." Daimous tossed his chin. "Well i don't feel too bad for waking them up..." They neared the end of the tunnel. A large circular door, with three carvings going down the middle. They were placed on three rings, each bigger than the one middle of it. The symbols were different, a bear, a wolf, and an owl. Siggmund stopped at the door, he was oddly quiet. "I know how this works, just give me a minute.." Myra approached the door as well. Daimous leaned against the wall, Siggmund beside him, his shield lay against his knee. "So your not going to turn into one of those one day right?" Siggmund looked at him, he didn't crack a smile. "I hope not." Daimous looked closely at him, "Are you alright?" Siggmund rubbed the back of his neck, under his helmet. "Its... strange..." He stepped out into the hall. "That humming is bothering me.." Myra was lost in her work. Daimous squinted quietly... "I don't feel anything." SIggmund shook his head. It was like a trembling feeling in the back of his head, he could feel it against his spine. Almost rhythmic. He felt it since he approached the door. It was very faint, but it still lingered, it was bothering him. "Got it." The rings on the door twisted around, lining up as three owls. Then it began to sink downward into the floor. Dust flew everywhere. And the sound of stone against stone shattered the silence. Bats fluttered out into the hall. Myra was intruiged and had already stepped in. Daimous placed his hand on Siggmund's shoulder. "Don't worry man, lets just get this over with."
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