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Well at least Ralvas shows the proper attitude towards spiders.
My Older Siblings Cannot be the Dragonborn (Skyrim SI)
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Ressurected corpses say way to many unsettling things for that to be true.
The Draugr disprove it as well.
Chapter Twenty-Two - Wilderness - 23th of Last Seed 4E 201 - Umbra
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Chapter Twenty-Two - Wilderness - 23th of Last Seed 4E 201 - Umbra
Waking up was always the hardest part of the day. Waking up and trying to move out of a bedroll only to crawl on the ant and insect-filled ground was even harder. I was sure I had been bitten by things best left unmentioned during the night. Perhaps worms had crawled their way into my bedroll, or leeches had attached themselves to my neck. Anything could have slithered near me, around me, or over me. I shuddered.
I shuddered once more as I did my best to quickly put on my armor, glancing around for any traces of breakfast. The bonfire had been something funny to watch. It was basically a sort-of ceramic construction crafted with magic, and Ralvas had been quite proud of his invention. It radiated heat without revealing too much light or smoke, making it perfect to avoid being detected in the night.
"Have you had an unpleasant dream, brother?" Sharrum's grumbling voice reached my ears as I turned to look at the armored orc, his body resting in full armor with his back against a tree, the ebony battleaxe held in one of his firm hands.
"Not really," I replied, "I don't normally dream a lot to begin with, and usually dreams are forgotten before waking up."
"Perhaps it is so," Sharrum replied gravely. "For it is in in such circumstances that..." he closed his mouth, and turned thoughtful. He stood up, and quickly walked towards Ralvas, shaking him awake.
"W-What!?" Ralvas exclaimed, standing abruptly up with a hand covered in ice, "Where's the enemy?" Berry was the next one to wake up, a dagger in her hand as if expecting a feral wolf or something to be at her neck within seconds. When nothing happened, she sighed and slumped back into her bedroll, not caring the slightest about what was going on.
"Nowhere," Sharrum replied, "I just thought about something. Could it be that..." and then he began to whisper. I stared at the duo, trying to stretch my hearing only for it to miserably fail as Berry stood up from her bedroll a few minutes later, catching my attention.
"We'll speak more of it later," Ralvas said loud enough for me to hear, "Now let's get started on today's breakfast," he yawned as he got himself out of his bedroll, revealing his mage robes that he hadn't even removed. I looked at him briefly, and then had no choice but to ask.
"Do you go to sleep with your robes, or do you go around with your sleeping clothes?"
Ralvas chuckled, and rubbed his beard with a smirk on his face, his ruby eyes gleaming. "The answer to that profoundly intelligent question, Umbra, is yes." I sharply closed my mouth, snorting before breaking off in a chuckle of my own. "As for breakfast," he twitched his fingertips, magic rushing through in light cerulean colors out of his hand, twirling as it condensed into a wolf-like form, "Off to hunt you go."
The wolf-like spirit howled, rushing off into the bushes without a thought. Sharrum meanwhile began to break open the oven-like bonfire, putting dry wood into it to rekindle the flame. The spirit returned after a while, a bloody dead hare in its maws. Sharrum proceeded to skin it without even looking at it, as if it was second-nature for him. A small metal pot soon began to bubble with the water gathered from a nearby stream, and thus the first breakfast of the trip was made out of rabbit stew.
Honestly, the amount of walking we had to do next was ludicrously unfair. The cobblestone road was soon left in favor of a dirt one, which seemed to rise up and pass through a rocky outcropping of the mountains themselves.
"Are your legs aching already, Umbra? Feel that pain run through you, let it empower you," Ralvas spoke with a smile. "Acknowledging your pain and striving to dominate it is the first step on the road to self-improvement."
I took deep breaths as I glanced up at Ralvas' unblemished appearance, his robes not even dirty with a speck of mud since his whole body was being carried uphill by Sharrum, who didn't even seem winded in the slightest. What kind of creature was he? Was the Orsimer made of pure stamina? Was that it?
"Out of all your siblings," Berry whispered as she began to trek by my side, slowing her pace down to match mine, "He's the one I dislike the most."
"The sentiment is...shared," I muttered back, "But he sure knows how to throw a fireball."
Berry grimaced, "That's not a point in his favor, but it's not like I have any room to talk," she shook her head, huffing. "The Stormcloaks are fighting for a better future for Skyrim, one free of the Thalmor. You shouldn't have interfered in that battle yesterday."
I exhaled in turn. "Don't you think sad things shouldn't happen?" I replied, "If something sad is happening in front of you, and you have the power to change it, shouldn't you do it? Also, where was the honor in twenty fighting less than five?"
"What tells you the scouts weren't guilty of poisoning wells, burning down farmhouses, or much worse?" Berry retorted, her face now a scowl of anger.
"Nothing," I replied. "Sometimes you have faith in the wrong things, and those things end up hurting you when you discover they aren't what you believed they were. Other times, you don't believe just to avoid getting hurt, but if you have to pick between not-believing or believing, then simply not picking is a choice in and by itself," I chuckled. "Wait and see is my usual strategy. Who's right or wrong, just wait and see. If what you did was wrong, then fix it. And if by fixing it, you make it even wronger, then keep on trying until you fix it right."
"That's what you Imperials do best," Berry replied with a scoff, "Cheap talk that leads nowhere."
I nodded. "Perhaps, but then again I am not the Dragonborn. Your words are those that can level the mountains and alter the land. Tiber Septim, the glorious Emperor, could with the power of his voice transform the thick jungles of Cyrodiil into plains," I smiled. "You are a direct descendant of the Emperor, Berry. You should be proud of it."
Berry snorted, "I'm not seeing the imperial privilege I'm due then, where are my servants?" she asked next, "And my velvet dresses? Oh, and the perfumes, we cannot forget the perfumes," she snickered, flaunting her blond hair behind her back as she struck a pose. "Do I perfectly mimic the prancing expression of a refined noble lady of court, Lord Umbra?"
"Why you are the fairest of noble ladies I've ever seen, my fair lady Berry," I replied with a chuckle of my own. The next second, something powerful jumped out of the tall grass we were surrounded of and rushed with gleaming fangs and a roar towards us both. Sharrum turned with Ralvas to stare at us, the duo who had slowed down considerably in our march and thus made it clear to the feral beasts that we were the weaker prey. I quite proudly exposed my back, upon which my shield was fixed, to the incoming Saber Cat. The claws scratched against the metal as the massive weight of the creature sent me down on my knees, the creature jumping back and readying herself for another charge.
I rolled over, my hand moving to grab my mace as the creature didn't waste time. It pounced again, rushing first towards Berry, who held up a sword in turn to defend herself, only to suddenly swerve to the left, jumping in mid-air with her jaws wide open, ready to chew down on my neck. A sizzling bolt of lightning impacted against the sides of the beast, blood spraying out of the hole as her innards became outwards, Ralvas' outstretched right hand quite gingerly crackling with electricity.
The beast growled from the ground, but as I quickly rushed in together with Berry, both of our swords ended up piercing the creature's thick hide. Mine went for its neck, while Berry's went for its ribs, easily finding and stabbing the Saber Cat straight through the heart. The beast screamed out its last death throe, and then fell silent. My breathing came out ragged and wheezing, but Berry hardly appeared fazed by the encounter.
"Didn't hear it prowl on us, too busy listening to your prattling," Berry grumbled.
"We can break for lunch," Ralvas spoke from Sharrum's back, having neared the carcass. "It would be a waste to let fresh meat spoil." The Dunmer took a deep breath as he descended from Sharrum. "I will endeavor to make it tasty, meanwhile it appears Sharrum will have time to teach you both some techniques."
At those words, some strange feeling seemed to try to take hold of my legs, warning me to leave. It was a strange feeling, one which I didn't know where it came from, but it still did. Berry huffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "I've survived in Skyrim's wilderness for years," she said. "I just made a small blunder, and nobody was even hurt by it."
Sharrum's smile grew tenfold as if he had utterly ignored Berry's words. He planted his ebony battleaxe on the ground and then cracked his knuckles together.
"Sharrum didn't learn fighting in the arena with Dragnor," Ralvas said offhandedly as he conjured out of thin air a knife meant to carve up the Saber Cat, before kneeling next to the carcass and starting to work on it. "He learned it in the Imperial Legion."
As soon as he said that, Sharrum swiftly pulled out from his side a pair of simple wooden swords, and threw them both towards Berry and I.
"Alas this day hath finally come," Sharrum spoke as he triumphantly pulled out a simple looking wooden buckler from his belt. Was he always travelling with theatrical props, or was this some sort of inventory system he was working under? "For today brother faces brother, to teach through gruesome training the ancient art of war. So cry not for the strife that will be born, but relish the opportunity that my teachings will grant you." He crunched the wooden buckler's straps through his arm, putting it on as if it were an extension of his knuckles, rather than an actual shield. "Come at me, young ones! I will teach you the ancient art of war!"
Berry sighed, and then actually moved to grab one of the two wooden swords. I shrugged, and did the same.
"Sharrum, remember I'm not as good with restoration magic as Rae, so don't break anything too important," Ralvas said dutifully as flames began to appear from his palms, the choice pieces of meat roasting literally in mid-air due to his magic.
"Berry," I whispered, "You take the left and I take the—"
"For Sovngarde!" and to that bellowing roar, Berry charged straight ahead only to end up on the receiving end of a hammer-blow made by a wooden buckler to her sword's guard. The wooden blade literally shattered as the young Nord girl was flung backwards, rolling on the ground and groaning in pain as she stared at her red, half-twisted fingers.
"Broken fingers I can fix," Ralvas said dutifully, while I felt my legs tremble as I realized Sharrum hadn't just decided to wait for me to do my own charge. I turned my face towards my older Orsimer brother just in time to see him home straight for my arm, which he grabbed into a lock before executing what could only be described as a move out of some sort of kung-fu fighting, only it wasn't kung-fu.
I let out a loud scream as I felt the distinctive crunching of my shoulder bones shattering.
And when Ralvas' healing light restored sensibility and took away the pain from my shoulder, and my unresponsive arm finally answered me once more, Sharrum struck one more.
Lunch was a quiet affair as Berry and I huddled together, shoulder by shoulder, our bodies tightly pressed against one another just to know that we were not alone in the storm of hell that was training with the orc. "I'm the youngest," I hissed out through gritted teeth. "Why am I the one who gets more things broken?"
"After we eat, we'll cross the mountain passage and try to find a cave to spend the night," Ralvas said aloud. "Stop whimpering about pain, Umbra. It's good for your spirit to be hurt."
"Whoever said that is a monster," I hissed out.
"Yeah," Berry nodded, "what kind of...of things do they teach in the Imperial Legion? How...how did they lose if they had this...this cruelty on their side!?"
"Sharrum's master was a peculiarly vicious person," Ralvas acquiesced, "But nothing is gained without pain, and so..."
"Hey, big brother Ralvas," I said suddenly, a strange thought lurking its way into my head. "If I were to tell our eldest sister Willow that you've been having us both hurt so much, what do you think she'd do?"
"She'd probably hurt me in turn really badly," Ralvas replied, his ruby eyes glimmering with...with...
Oh no.
"Oh Gods no," I mouthed out as I witnessed the smile spreading on Ralvas, a smile made of fondness and beautiful memories.
My Dunmer brother was a sadomasochist.
Nothing was right in this world. Nothing!
Waking up was always the hardest part of the day. Waking up and trying to move out of a bedroll only to crawl on the ant and insect-filled ground was even harder. I was sure I had been bitten by things best left unmentioned during the night. Perhaps worms had crawled their way into my bedroll, or leeches had attached themselves to my neck. Anything could have slithered near me, around me, or over me. I shuddered.
I shuddered once more as I did my best to quickly put on my armor, glancing around for any traces of breakfast. The bonfire had been something funny to watch. It was basically a sort-of ceramic construction crafted with magic, and Ralvas had been quite proud of his invention. It radiated heat without revealing too much light or smoke, making it perfect to avoid being detected in the night.
"Have you had an unpleasant dream, brother?" Sharrum's grumbling voice reached my ears as I turned to look at the armored orc, his body resting in full armor with his back against a tree, the ebony battleaxe held in one of his firm hands.
"Not really," I replied, "I don't normally dream a lot to begin with, and usually dreams are forgotten before waking up."
"Perhaps it is so," Sharrum replied gravely. "For it is in in such circumstances that..." he closed his mouth, and turned thoughtful. He stood up, and quickly walked towards Ralvas, shaking him awake.
"W-What!?" Ralvas exclaimed, standing abruptly up with a hand covered in ice, "Where's the enemy?" Berry was the next one to wake up, a dagger in her hand as if expecting a feral wolf or something to be at her neck within seconds. When nothing happened, she sighed and slumped back into her bedroll, not caring the slightest about what was going on.
"Nowhere," Sharrum replied, "I just thought about something. Could it be that..." and then he began to whisper. I stared at the duo, trying to stretch my hearing only for it to miserably fail as Berry stood up from her bedroll a few minutes later, catching my attention.
"We'll speak more of it later," Ralvas said loud enough for me to hear, "Now let's get started on today's breakfast," he yawned as he got himself out of his bedroll, revealing his mage robes that he hadn't even removed. I looked at him briefly, and then had no choice but to ask.
"Do you go to sleep with your robes, or do you go around with your sleeping clothes?"
Ralvas chuckled, and rubbed his beard with a smirk on his face, his ruby eyes gleaming. "The answer to that profoundly intelligent question, Umbra, is yes." I sharply closed my mouth, snorting before breaking off in a chuckle of my own. "As for breakfast," he twitched his fingertips, magic rushing through in light cerulean colors out of his hand, twirling as it condensed into a wolf-like form, "Off to hunt you go."
The wolf-like spirit howled, rushing off into the bushes without a thought. Sharrum meanwhile began to break open the oven-like bonfire, putting dry wood into it to rekindle the flame. The spirit returned after a while, a bloody dead hare in its maws. Sharrum proceeded to skin it without even looking at it, as if it was second-nature for him. A small metal pot soon began to bubble with the water gathered from a nearby stream, and thus the first breakfast of the trip was made out of rabbit stew.
Honestly, the amount of walking we had to do next was ludicrously unfair. The cobblestone road was soon left in favor of a dirt one, which seemed to rise up and pass through a rocky outcropping of the mountains themselves.
"Are your legs aching already, Umbra? Feel that pain run through you, let it empower you," Ralvas spoke with a smile. "Acknowledging your pain and striving to dominate it is the first step on the road to self-improvement."
I took deep breaths as I glanced up at Ralvas' unblemished appearance, his robes not even dirty with a speck of mud since his whole body was being carried uphill by Sharrum, who didn't even seem winded in the slightest. What kind of creature was he? Was the Orsimer made of pure stamina? Was that it?
"Out of all your siblings," Berry whispered as she began to trek by my side, slowing her pace down to match mine, "He's the one I dislike the most."
"The sentiment is...shared," I muttered back, "But he sure knows how to throw a fireball."
Berry grimaced, "That's not a point in his favor, but it's not like I have any room to talk," she shook her head, huffing. "The Stormcloaks are fighting for a better future for Skyrim, one free of the Thalmor. You shouldn't have interfered in that battle yesterday."
I exhaled in turn. "Don't you think sad things shouldn't happen?" I replied, "If something sad is happening in front of you, and you have the power to change it, shouldn't you do it? Also, where was the honor in twenty fighting less than five?"
"What tells you the scouts weren't guilty of poisoning wells, burning down farmhouses, or much worse?" Berry retorted, her face now a scowl of anger.
"Nothing," I replied. "Sometimes you have faith in the wrong things, and those things end up hurting you when you discover they aren't what you believed they were. Other times, you don't believe just to avoid getting hurt, but if you have to pick between not-believing or believing, then simply not picking is a choice in and by itself," I chuckled. "Wait and see is my usual strategy. Who's right or wrong, just wait and see. If what you did was wrong, then fix it. And if by fixing it, you make it even wronger, then keep on trying until you fix it right."
"That's what you Imperials do best," Berry replied with a scoff, "Cheap talk that leads nowhere."
I nodded. "Perhaps, but then again I am not the Dragonborn. Your words are those that can level the mountains and alter the land. Tiber Septim, the glorious Emperor, could with the power of his voice transform the thick jungles of Cyrodiil into plains," I smiled. "You are a direct descendant of the Emperor, Berry. You should be proud of it."
Berry snorted, "I'm not seeing the imperial privilege I'm due then, where are my servants?" she asked next, "And my velvet dresses? Oh, and the perfumes, we cannot forget the perfumes," she snickered, flaunting her blond hair behind her back as she struck a pose. "Do I perfectly mimic the prancing expression of a refined noble lady of court, Lord Umbra?"
"Why you are the fairest of noble ladies I've ever seen, my fair lady Berry," I replied with a chuckle of my own. The next second, something powerful jumped out of the tall grass we were surrounded of and rushed with gleaming fangs and a roar towards us both. Sharrum turned with Ralvas to stare at us, the duo who had slowed down considerably in our march and thus made it clear to the feral beasts that we were the weaker prey. I quite proudly exposed my back, upon which my shield was fixed, to the incoming Saber Cat. The claws scratched against the metal as the massive weight of the creature sent me down on my knees, the creature jumping back and readying herself for another charge.
I rolled over, my hand moving to grab my mace as the creature didn't waste time. It pounced again, rushing first towards Berry, who held up a sword in turn to defend herself, only to suddenly swerve to the left, jumping in mid-air with her jaws wide open, ready to chew down on my neck. A sizzling bolt of lightning impacted against the sides of the beast, blood spraying out of the hole as her innards became outwards, Ralvas' outstretched right hand quite gingerly crackling with electricity.
The beast growled from the ground, but as I quickly rushed in together with Berry, both of our swords ended up piercing the creature's thick hide. Mine went for its neck, while Berry's went for its ribs, easily finding and stabbing the Saber Cat straight through the heart. The beast screamed out its last death throe, and then fell silent. My breathing came out ragged and wheezing, but Berry hardly appeared fazed by the encounter.
"Didn't hear it prowl on us, too busy listening to your prattling," Berry grumbled.
"We can break for lunch," Ralvas spoke from Sharrum's back, having neared the carcass. "It would be a waste to let fresh meat spoil." The Dunmer took a deep breath as he descended from Sharrum. "I will endeavor to make it tasty, meanwhile it appears Sharrum will have time to teach you both some techniques."
At those words, some strange feeling seemed to try to take hold of my legs, warning me to leave. It was a strange feeling, one which I didn't know where it came from, but it still did. Berry huffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "I've survived in Skyrim's wilderness for years," she said. "I just made a small blunder, and nobody was even hurt by it."
Sharrum's smile grew tenfold as if he had utterly ignored Berry's words. He planted his ebony battleaxe on the ground and then cracked his knuckles together.
"Sharrum didn't learn fighting in the arena with Dragnor," Ralvas said offhandedly as he conjured out of thin air a knife meant to carve up the Saber Cat, before kneeling next to the carcass and starting to work on it. "He learned it in the Imperial Legion."
As soon as he said that, Sharrum swiftly pulled out from his side a pair of simple wooden swords, and threw them both towards Berry and I.
"Alas this day hath finally come," Sharrum spoke as he triumphantly pulled out a simple looking wooden buckler from his belt. Was he always travelling with theatrical props, or was this some sort of inventory system he was working under? "For today brother faces brother, to teach through gruesome training the ancient art of war. So cry not for the strife that will be born, but relish the opportunity that my teachings will grant you." He crunched the wooden buckler's straps through his arm, putting it on as if it were an extension of his knuckles, rather than an actual shield. "Come at me, young ones! I will teach you the ancient art of war!"
Berry sighed, and then actually moved to grab one of the two wooden swords. I shrugged, and did the same.
"Sharrum, remember I'm not as good with restoration magic as Rae, so don't break anything too important," Ralvas said dutifully as flames began to appear from his palms, the choice pieces of meat roasting literally in mid-air due to his magic.
"Berry," I whispered, "You take the left and I take the—"
"For Sovngarde!" and to that bellowing roar, Berry charged straight ahead only to end up on the receiving end of a hammer-blow made by a wooden buckler to her sword's guard. The wooden blade literally shattered as the young Nord girl was flung backwards, rolling on the ground and groaning in pain as she stared at her red, half-twisted fingers.
"Broken fingers I can fix," Ralvas said dutifully, while I felt my legs tremble as I realized Sharrum hadn't just decided to wait for me to do my own charge. I turned my face towards my older Orsimer brother just in time to see him home straight for my arm, which he grabbed into a lock before executing what could only be described as a move out of some sort of kung-fu fighting, only it wasn't kung-fu.
I let out a loud scream as I felt the distinctive crunching of my shoulder bones shattering.
And when Ralvas' healing light restored sensibility and took away the pain from my shoulder, and my unresponsive arm finally answered me once more, Sharrum struck one more.
Lunch was a quiet affair as Berry and I huddled together, shoulder by shoulder, our bodies tightly pressed against one another just to know that we were not alone in the storm of hell that was training with the orc. "I'm the youngest," I hissed out through gritted teeth. "Why am I the one who gets more things broken?"
"After we eat, we'll cross the mountain passage and try to find a cave to spend the night," Ralvas said aloud. "Stop whimpering about pain, Umbra. It's good for your spirit to be hurt."
"Whoever said that is a monster," I hissed out.
"Yeah," Berry nodded, "what kind of...of things do they teach in the Imperial Legion? How...how did they lose if they had this...this cruelty on their side!?"
"Sharrum's master was a peculiarly vicious person," Ralvas acquiesced, "But nothing is gained without pain, and so..."
"Hey, big brother Ralvas," I said suddenly, a strange thought lurking its way into my head. "If I were to tell our eldest sister Willow that you've been having us both hurt so much, what do you think she'd do?"
"She'd probably hurt me in turn really badly," Ralvas replied, his ruby eyes glimmering with...with...
Oh no.
"Oh Gods no," I mouthed out as I witnessed the smile spreading on Ralvas, a smile made of fondness and beautiful memories.
My Dunmer brother was a sadomasochist.
Nothing was right in this world. Nothing!
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Iskierk
O come ye young of Hamelin
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- South of somewhere
That's not quite how I remember it going...
What a great image though. Tiber shouts out, and suddenly the forest turns into a brand new Imperial airforce.
AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
Even if Willow isn't present, she continues to be great. Orc Bro is great too.
C4d
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- Location
- Germany
Point of correction, Tiber Septim used the Numidium to turn Cyrodiil from a jungle into the plains it is today. Most of the stuff he did was because of the Numidium.
Dwemer reality hax be op man.
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Pretty sure it was actually CHIM and not Numidium.
C4d
Has approximate knowledge of many things.
- Location
- Germany
I looked it up and you're right.
Lets not start discussing CHIM, i have never once seen it go in a productive direction.
- Location
- UK
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Haha, nice to see Berry make mention that she dissapproves of the attack against the Stormcloaks. Interesting to see she wasn't willing to bring it up to Ralvas though.
I still want to know how old Umbra is though and maybe an idea of the other's ages
He is now my favourite
I still want to know how old Umbra is though and maybe an idea of the other's ages
Talos's world shaping:
He got his throat cut a few years after seizing power.
If I am reading the dates right the jungle changed after the throat sliting.
From the sounds of it this really nerfed his shouting.
So the change was likely enacted with other resources involved.
I have seen CHIM mentioned a few times on the wiki in relation to this.
I suspect some careful usage of Whispering was involved as well as other great forces no doubt sought out to supplement Talos's diminished power, while unmentioned the Elder scrolls seem a prime suspect for this.
He got his throat cut a few years after seizing power.
If I am reading the dates right the jungle changed after the throat sliting.
From the sounds of it this really nerfed his shouting.
So the change was likely enacted with other resources involved.
I have seen CHIM mentioned a few times on the wiki in relation to this.
I suspect some careful usage of Whispering was involved as well as other great forces no doubt sought out to supplement Talos's diminished power, while unmentioned the Elder scrolls seem a prime suspect for this.
Izicata
AE ALTADOON GHARTOK PADHOME
You can tell Talos used CHIM to change the jungle to plains because he mentions both royalty and love, two concepts very closely associated with CHIM.
"You have suffered for me to win this throne, and I see how you hate jungle. Let me show you the power of Talos Stormcrown, born of the North, where my breath is long winter. I breathe now, in royalty, and reshape this land which is mine. I do this for you, Red Legions, for I love you." From the Many Headed Talos.
"You have suffered for me to win this throne, and I see how you hate jungle. Let me show you the power of Talos Stormcrown, born of the North, where my breath is long winter. I breathe now, in royalty, and reshape this land which is mine. I do this for you, Red Legions, for I love you." From the Many Headed Talos.
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Mizu
Software Developer
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- Victoria, Australia
swords? Didn't Umbra only have a mace? You mention it just above this, too.
The family continues to entertain, I see. And be really good at their chosen fields.
I don't think we'll ever see a non amnesiac Umbra. Because all this stuff is a lot funnier as Noodle Incidents.
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Insomnius
Sleepless
On the bright side, the more broken bones and bruised flesh Umbra and Berry accumulate, the tougher they'll become. Plus, live training is one of the best ways to become a better Fighter. Although, Sharrum should probably teach the two of them proper Technique before really laying into them.
RichardWhereat
Feanor did nothing wrong.
- Location
- Australia
Did you need to copy the entire thing?
Chapter Twenty-Three - Wilderness - 27th of Last Seed 4E 201 - Umbra
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Chapter Twenty-Three - Wilderness - 27th of Last Seed 4E 201 - Umbra
I took a deep bite out of the soggy piece of bread, left to soak in the boar stew that had been prepared for lunch. Food was great. Food was good. Life was all about waking up, running for your life as a mad orc tried to teach you the basics of combat early in the morning, walking, then getting beaten or trying to avoid getting beaten while lunch was prepared, and then running some more away from the madness that was the orc.
And when you were hurt enough that you couldn't move, then, and only then because you couldn't even fake it properly, Ralvas would deliver to Berry and I a small amount of healing magic. Just enough to no longer feel our sore muscles, or to bend back into their natural forms our fingers and limbs.
I could have tried to prolong lunch time, but hunger gnawed at the bottom of my stomach in ways I would have never imagined possible. If one wishes to learn the real definition of the words famished after a workout, then one has but to train with an orc.
We were coasting the mountain range, keeping the mountains on our rights as trees and thick shrubs covered our view of the river. Ralvas knew best, perhaps because he had memorized a map in his head, or perhaps because he simply felt it was the right way to go in order to further improve ourselves, but whatever the reason, we carved ourselves a path through a forest that made me feel quite unwelcome.
Well, to be honest, wolves howled every night, saber cats prowled and trolls sometimes snorted or growled in the far off distance, and yet always seemingly so close by that the hair on the back of my neck was permanently raised, and had no intentions of coming down any time soon.
"Today's Harvest End," Ralvas said suddenly as we ate, "If we were in a city, we'd be eating our fill for free."
Berry groaned and slumped her shoulders down, "It's today, isn't it?" she cried out, actually quite saddened. I stared at Ralvas and then at Berry, furrowing my brows as I tried to pick up whatever knowledge it was that I seemed to be sorely lacking.
"What kind of holiday is it? To celebrate the end of the harvest?" I hazarded, receiving a nod from Ralvas in turn.
"Indeed Umbra, indeed," Ralvas massaged his beard, "And judging by your utter lack of cursing, it appears you did not know about it until I told you. Had it been the past you, you would have perhaps found a way to reach Ivarstead within mere minutes."
I shrugged, "It's not really a big deal I guess."
"You guess?" Berry hissed out, grabbing roughly hold of my shoulders and starting to shake me up. "It's Harvest End! Free food until you puke! You eat your fill until the day ends, and sometimes if you're lucky you get to bring some back home!"
"Ah my brother," Sharrum spoke and sighed, patting my other shoulder with a sad look, "Truly thee hath forgotten the tenderness of the moments spent together, whereas us urchins could enter any inn with a proud gait and without money and yet eat like princes for the day! Once a year, there is only food!"
"I see..." I muttered, grimacing. It should have probably made me feel something, but there was nothing in my head. There was no reminiscing, no tiny nagging sensation, nothing at all passed through my head, or through my thoughts. I could perhaps imagine just how much it mattered for a group of starved children to be able to eat their fill once a year, but even if I could imagine it, I didn't remember, didn't feel it, and so...it wasn't mine. It didn't belong to me.
"Truly saddens my heart," Sharrum exhaled loudly, before his armored arms surrounded and nearly crushed my life out of my body. "But abate your worries!" he roared in my ears, "I shall safeguard your precious head from further blows!"
Even though I nearly lost my sense of hearing, I still did distinctively hear Berry snicker. "Next time you come running to hide behind my shield, I'll let you take Sharrum's tender punches," I said flatly, turning to look at her with an indignant huff as I lifted my shield just in that moment to drive home the point.
In answer, Berry simply shrugged. "Then I guess I will not try to pry him off you when he attempts to break another limb of yours."
"You are one cruel Dragonborn, Berry," I said with a loud sigh, quietly shaking my head.
It was sudden. I admit it was quite sudden. One moment I was sighing and shaking my head, the next Sharrum's grip on my shoulder tightened abruptly, only to relinquish the hold and grin. "Umbra, pick up your sword," he whispered. "We're training again!" he yelled louder, "Real steel this time. Also, brother Ralvas, we might have need for more wood to kindle the flames of our bonfire."
Ralvas' right eyebrow rose delicately, and then with a tiny nod he stood up and rubbed his beard quite thoroughly. "I suppose so," he acquiesced as his fingers began to glow with eerie green energies. He twirled as shields sprung into existence, seconds before arrows came rushing forth. A set of thundering blasts of electricity came next, causing the ground to shift and crack slightly as Ralvas was pushed backwards, the shimmering shield in front of him holding for the time being.
Stormcloak rebels emerged from the undergrowth with roars of war, the first that reached Sharrum continuing his charge if in two neat halves as the Orsimer's battleaxe swung deadly and true, the green-skinned soldier roaring as he launched himself in the fray.
"Stay behind me!" Ralvas yelled sharply, holding the shield with one hand as the other began to gather crimson flames. "Don't let them pick you off one by one!"
My hand had gone to my sword as I found myself witnessing the fluid motion of Berry nocking and releasing an arrow that hit straight into the chest a nearing Nord, only for him to outright growl, snap the arrow shaft in half and then continue his unashamed rush towards the young girl. I intercepted him, which kind-of translated into my body rushing for his and ending with a tactical shove that was meant to halt his charge or redirect it elsewhere.
The man wielded an ax, and while his other hand was free he did not waste time in gripping onto my shield in order to pull my defense down, his sword-arm already coming back up for a frenzied downward swing. The ancient motion of thrusting one's sword resulted in the man merely sidestepping the thrust, circling around me while keeping my shield pinned, using it against me since I couldn't thrust what I couldn't aim for, and in the meantime he simply kept on hacking down trying to gather enough momentum to finally break my shoulder-bone.
He didn't, mostly because while the first blow I felt did indeed break something quite important to my self, the second blow never came, courtesy of Berry's sword which impaled him from behind all the way up, the steel tip easily emerging from the man's chest like a joyful Alien creature, if quite less gross, and quite more nice to view.
"Don't let the enemy grab hold of your shield! How many times! How. Many. Times!" Sharrum bellowed with anger as he slammed one of his gauntlet-wearing hands against the face of one of his enemies, outright carving out half of the poor man's face, the other arm of his busy holding the battleaxe mid-shaft, nimbly using its tip to keep at bay other Stormcloak rebels until he was done with the one he singled out among their group.
My heart was beating loudly in my ears as I felt blood rush across my veins. As a wall of fire rose from the ground up to cover one of our flanks, the forest soon began to pick on fire, as if whatever the flames were made of inherently didn't care about subtle things like moisture in the air, or wet wood, or whatever there was that could stave off a small fire from becoming an outright inferno.
Still, with one of our flanks covered, it was the other one which required assistance. The Stormcloaks that had attacked us were a small band, but even though they had gone down from seven to five, two were archers and one was a mage. The remaining three were instead trying their hardest to break through Sharrum's swings, but the deadly grace of the Orsimer was something to behold. Truly, if Dragnor had fought like a true warrior, then Sharrum fought like a murder-machine. The swings came large to keep them at bay, but then he'd shift the grip on his battleaxe to make the return attack faster, resulting in any caught in between his strikes to jump back in order to avoid getting sliced. He moved slightly back, waiting for an opponent to close ranks first among the others, and then would change his path to rush forth and try to strike that lone enemy down.
It was like witnessing a sort of tactical manual on what to do when outnumber three to one, and it was quite honestly a thing of beauty.
I screamed in pain as I lifted my shield up just in time to avoid the sensation of twin arrows piercing my body, and instead hitting my shield which was held up by an arm whose shoulder was either broken or terribly dislocated. Berry took the most valiant option of sticking behind me and, after having recovered her bow, drew it.
That was when she stopped.
I could feel it in the air. The moment when Berry stopped and swallowed her tension. She stopped, and even though the forest was ablaze, even though the cracking and splintering of wood made it hard to tell what was being said by Sharrum and Ralvas, yet I still heard it. I heard the trembling of the arrow against the bow.
"Berry," I whispered. "It's kill or be killed."
"They're my kinsmen!" Berry yelled back, frustration seeping through her tone as the arrow tip began to jostle as two more arrows pierced through the flame barrier and the thick smoke, headed for the source of the scream only to meet the hardened wood of my shield.
"Berry," I hissed, "we can have all the talking in the world once we're done with the stabbing and killing."
And then the voice resounded through the air, the Thu'um of myth and legend. "Fus!" that single word carried with it the strength of a battering ram as it rushed forth, knocking down two of the three Stormcloak rebels engaging Sharrum. That was the moment the Orsimer needed to extend his arm forth against the one that remained on his feet, if momentarily shocked by his countrymen's fall. He did not ponder it for long since his head soon left his body, and while one of the two downed Stormcloak managed to stand back up, the second did not make it in time to avoid the downward swing of Sharrum's ebony battleaxe, which neatly cut his body in half.
The two archers that had kept to the bushes suddenly rushed out from them, axes and shields held in their hands as they aimed for Ralvas' glowing green barriers. The Dunmer clicked his tongue against his teeth, withstanding the assault while Sharrum tried to make short work of the last Nord in his reach, only for the man to keep his distances, waiting for the moment when the orc would give its back to him.
"Berry, another usage of your voice would be great right now," I said as I turned to look towards the young girl, taking in her half-still frame and half unsure expression. Was she still torn over fighting the Stormcloaks? "Berry, snap out of it!" I snapped next. The familiar sound of a sizzling fireball reached my ears as I tried to shake Berry out of her stupor, a burning sphere of fire coming at us from behind because, of course, what kind of soldier doesn't learn the most obvious trick in the book known as if there's a wall in front of you, why don't you just go around the flanks?
I pulled her down as the sizzling flame exploded a short distance away from us, the flames licking at my skin as I felt my armor start to boil with me inside of it. I hissed and groaned, my limb flaring with pain as the mage's sizzling soon became a crackling.
The lightning hit with enough force to make my whole body shake, and yet not strong enough that I couldn't actually tell what was going on as I twitched on the ground without any control on my body, my teeth held tightly closed to avoid chewing my tongue out as I jerked right and left, bending my limbs as whatever form of electroshock therapy the spell was, it was pretty damn effective.
It stopped just as fast as it had arrived, an ebony battleaxe taking its resting place into its new sheathe known as the mage's rib-cage, impaling the Nord straight through as Sharrum spun, executing what could only be described as the perfect combination of Olympic throwing and bitch-slapping, because the enemy did capitulate on it, and Sharrum did, in turn, expect it to happen.
"Umbra, does thee live!?" Sharrum bellowed as he rushed for his battleaxe, my own body outright fuming as I stared at the sky. "Berry! Does he breathe still!?" he asked next, his voice kind-of dull and drowned out by the drowsiness that was starting to overtake me.
Course I was still breathing.
If I wasn't, how could I be listening? If I were dead, then of course I wouldn't be breathing, and my heart wouldn't be beating and thus I'd be blind and deaf too, no?
Was this an out of body experience? Because the ground felt awfully hard beneath my head.
"I don't know!" Berry yelled back, her ear pressed against my lips. "There's too much noise!"
Too much noise? Berry, there's barely a whisper going on around us. There's nothing around us but the cool, empty silence and the eternally creeping void of oblivion. You should know that very well, shouldn't you? When you've got such an important soul, then how can you not remember? Like, seriously, you're the Dragonborn, you should act like it a bit more, shouldn't you? Like...eat enough food for an army in five seconds during combat to regenerate health.
How are you going to face off the Dragon Priests if you can't even fire an arrow against a fellow countryman? Do you think I would not raise my sword against an Italian who'd refuse to proclaim the beauty of pasta? Seriously, why do I find that thought funny?
There were some soft pops which echoed as the noise volume began to rise, the crackling and burning of the forest rising in intensity as the thick smoke lifted upwards into the sky.
"We have to leave before we end up burned," Ralvas spoke, stating the obvious as Sharrum lifted me up in his arms. "Wouldn't be wise to heal him here."
"Let us make haste, brother," Sharrum replied.
"U...Urgh," I gurgled out.
"Umbra, be quiet," Ralvas huffed, his eyes gleaming like burning pits of hell. "I knew this would happen, but did I listen to my good brain inside my skull? No, I was swayed by my youngest brother and his pleading eyes. Stormcloaks must have camps all throughout the region. Let's hurry. It will hurt, but I can guarantee you will not die from this little. Pain is your greatest master, Umbra. Relish in its teachings."
I would have quite nicely extended my middle finger towards him, but I settled for closing my eyes and letting myself be carried. Even though my arm hurt, my body smelt of bacon and I was pretty sure that I was bleeding internally somewhere, I was still alive.
A couple of healing spells, and I'd be like new.
The extension of my wounds would have seen me waste months away in a hospital, but with magic? A matter of hours, perhaps a day of rest and Restoration spells.
I did find it unfair that Stormcloaks seemed to be greater in number and unwilling to ignore us.
If only I could find the damn button of the console commands...
But alas, it wasn't meant to be.
I took a deep bite out of the soggy piece of bread, left to soak in the boar stew that had been prepared for lunch. Food was great. Food was good. Life was all about waking up, running for your life as a mad orc tried to teach you the basics of combat early in the morning, walking, then getting beaten or trying to avoid getting beaten while lunch was prepared, and then running some more away from the madness that was the orc.
And when you were hurt enough that you couldn't move, then, and only then because you couldn't even fake it properly, Ralvas would deliver to Berry and I a small amount of healing magic. Just enough to no longer feel our sore muscles, or to bend back into their natural forms our fingers and limbs.
I could have tried to prolong lunch time, but hunger gnawed at the bottom of my stomach in ways I would have never imagined possible. If one wishes to learn the real definition of the words famished after a workout, then one has but to train with an orc.
We were coasting the mountain range, keeping the mountains on our rights as trees and thick shrubs covered our view of the river. Ralvas knew best, perhaps because he had memorized a map in his head, or perhaps because he simply felt it was the right way to go in order to further improve ourselves, but whatever the reason, we carved ourselves a path through a forest that made me feel quite unwelcome.
Well, to be honest, wolves howled every night, saber cats prowled and trolls sometimes snorted or growled in the far off distance, and yet always seemingly so close by that the hair on the back of my neck was permanently raised, and had no intentions of coming down any time soon.
"Today's Harvest End," Ralvas said suddenly as we ate, "If we were in a city, we'd be eating our fill for free."
Berry groaned and slumped her shoulders down, "It's today, isn't it?" she cried out, actually quite saddened. I stared at Ralvas and then at Berry, furrowing my brows as I tried to pick up whatever knowledge it was that I seemed to be sorely lacking.
"What kind of holiday is it? To celebrate the end of the harvest?" I hazarded, receiving a nod from Ralvas in turn.
"Indeed Umbra, indeed," Ralvas massaged his beard, "And judging by your utter lack of cursing, it appears you did not know about it until I told you. Had it been the past you, you would have perhaps found a way to reach Ivarstead within mere minutes."
I shrugged, "It's not really a big deal I guess."
"You guess?" Berry hissed out, grabbing roughly hold of my shoulders and starting to shake me up. "It's Harvest End! Free food until you puke! You eat your fill until the day ends, and sometimes if you're lucky you get to bring some back home!"
"Ah my brother," Sharrum spoke and sighed, patting my other shoulder with a sad look, "Truly thee hath forgotten the tenderness of the moments spent together, whereas us urchins could enter any inn with a proud gait and without money and yet eat like princes for the day! Once a year, there is only food!"
"I see..." I muttered, grimacing. It should have probably made me feel something, but there was nothing in my head. There was no reminiscing, no tiny nagging sensation, nothing at all passed through my head, or through my thoughts. I could perhaps imagine just how much it mattered for a group of starved children to be able to eat their fill once a year, but even if I could imagine it, I didn't remember, didn't feel it, and so...it wasn't mine. It didn't belong to me.
"Truly saddens my heart," Sharrum exhaled loudly, before his armored arms surrounded and nearly crushed my life out of my body. "But abate your worries!" he roared in my ears, "I shall safeguard your precious head from further blows!"
Even though I nearly lost my sense of hearing, I still did distinctively hear Berry snicker. "Next time you come running to hide behind my shield, I'll let you take Sharrum's tender punches," I said flatly, turning to look at her with an indignant huff as I lifted my shield just in that moment to drive home the point.
In answer, Berry simply shrugged. "Then I guess I will not try to pry him off you when he attempts to break another limb of yours."
"You are one cruel Dragonborn, Berry," I said with a loud sigh, quietly shaking my head.
It was sudden. I admit it was quite sudden. One moment I was sighing and shaking my head, the next Sharrum's grip on my shoulder tightened abruptly, only to relinquish the hold and grin. "Umbra, pick up your sword," he whispered. "We're training again!" he yelled louder, "Real steel this time. Also, brother Ralvas, we might have need for more wood to kindle the flames of our bonfire."
Ralvas' right eyebrow rose delicately, and then with a tiny nod he stood up and rubbed his beard quite thoroughly. "I suppose so," he acquiesced as his fingers began to glow with eerie green energies. He twirled as shields sprung into existence, seconds before arrows came rushing forth. A set of thundering blasts of electricity came next, causing the ground to shift and crack slightly as Ralvas was pushed backwards, the shimmering shield in front of him holding for the time being.
Stormcloak rebels emerged from the undergrowth with roars of war, the first that reached Sharrum continuing his charge if in two neat halves as the Orsimer's battleaxe swung deadly and true, the green-skinned soldier roaring as he launched himself in the fray.
"Stay behind me!" Ralvas yelled sharply, holding the shield with one hand as the other began to gather crimson flames. "Don't let them pick you off one by one!"
My hand had gone to my sword as I found myself witnessing the fluid motion of Berry nocking and releasing an arrow that hit straight into the chest a nearing Nord, only for him to outright growl, snap the arrow shaft in half and then continue his unashamed rush towards the young girl. I intercepted him, which kind-of translated into my body rushing for his and ending with a tactical shove that was meant to halt his charge or redirect it elsewhere.
The man wielded an ax, and while his other hand was free he did not waste time in gripping onto my shield in order to pull my defense down, his sword-arm already coming back up for a frenzied downward swing. The ancient motion of thrusting one's sword resulted in the man merely sidestepping the thrust, circling around me while keeping my shield pinned, using it against me since I couldn't thrust what I couldn't aim for, and in the meantime he simply kept on hacking down trying to gather enough momentum to finally break my shoulder-bone.
He didn't, mostly because while the first blow I felt did indeed break something quite important to my self, the second blow never came, courtesy of Berry's sword which impaled him from behind all the way up, the steel tip easily emerging from the man's chest like a joyful Alien creature, if quite less gross, and quite more nice to view.
"Don't let the enemy grab hold of your shield! How many times! How. Many. Times!" Sharrum bellowed with anger as he slammed one of his gauntlet-wearing hands against the face of one of his enemies, outright carving out half of the poor man's face, the other arm of his busy holding the battleaxe mid-shaft, nimbly using its tip to keep at bay other Stormcloak rebels until he was done with the one he singled out among their group.
My heart was beating loudly in my ears as I felt blood rush across my veins. As a wall of fire rose from the ground up to cover one of our flanks, the forest soon began to pick on fire, as if whatever the flames were made of inherently didn't care about subtle things like moisture in the air, or wet wood, or whatever there was that could stave off a small fire from becoming an outright inferno.
Still, with one of our flanks covered, it was the other one which required assistance. The Stormcloaks that had attacked us were a small band, but even though they had gone down from seven to five, two were archers and one was a mage. The remaining three were instead trying their hardest to break through Sharrum's swings, but the deadly grace of the Orsimer was something to behold. Truly, if Dragnor had fought like a true warrior, then Sharrum fought like a murder-machine. The swings came large to keep them at bay, but then he'd shift the grip on his battleaxe to make the return attack faster, resulting in any caught in between his strikes to jump back in order to avoid getting sliced. He moved slightly back, waiting for an opponent to close ranks first among the others, and then would change his path to rush forth and try to strike that lone enemy down.
It was like witnessing a sort of tactical manual on what to do when outnumber three to one, and it was quite honestly a thing of beauty.
I screamed in pain as I lifted my shield up just in time to avoid the sensation of twin arrows piercing my body, and instead hitting my shield which was held up by an arm whose shoulder was either broken or terribly dislocated. Berry took the most valiant option of sticking behind me and, after having recovered her bow, drew it.
That was when she stopped.
I could feel it in the air. The moment when Berry stopped and swallowed her tension. She stopped, and even though the forest was ablaze, even though the cracking and splintering of wood made it hard to tell what was being said by Sharrum and Ralvas, yet I still heard it. I heard the trembling of the arrow against the bow.
"Berry," I whispered. "It's kill or be killed."
"They're my kinsmen!" Berry yelled back, frustration seeping through her tone as the arrow tip began to jostle as two more arrows pierced through the flame barrier and the thick smoke, headed for the source of the scream only to meet the hardened wood of my shield.
"Berry," I hissed, "we can have all the talking in the world once we're done with the stabbing and killing."
And then the voice resounded through the air, the Thu'um of myth and legend. "Fus!" that single word carried with it the strength of a battering ram as it rushed forth, knocking down two of the three Stormcloak rebels engaging Sharrum. That was the moment the Orsimer needed to extend his arm forth against the one that remained on his feet, if momentarily shocked by his countrymen's fall. He did not ponder it for long since his head soon left his body, and while one of the two downed Stormcloak managed to stand back up, the second did not make it in time to avoid the downward swing of Sharrum's ebony battleaxe, which neatly cut his body in half.
The two archers that had kept to the bushes suddenly rushed out from them, axes and shields held in their hands as they aimed for Ralvas' glowing green barriers. The Dunmer clicked his tongue against his teeth, withstanding the assault while Sharrum tried to make short work of the last Nord in his reach, only for the man to keep his distances, waiting for the moment when the orc would give its back to him.
"Berry, another usage of your voice would be great right now," I said as I turned to look towards the young girl, taking in her half-still frame and half unsure expression. Was she still torn over fighting the Stormcloaks? "Berry, snap out of it!" I snapped next. The familiar sound of a sizzling fireball reached my ears as I tried to shake Berry out of her stupor, a burning sphere of fire coming at us from behind because, of course, what kind of soldier doesn't learn the most obvious trick in the book known as if there's a wall in front of you, why don't you just go around the flanks?
I pulled her down as the sizzling flame exploded a short distance away from us, the flames licking at my skin as I felt my armor start to boil with me inside of it. I hissed and groaned, my limb flaring with pain as the mage's sizzling soon became a crackling.
The lightning hit with enough force to make my whole body shake, and yet not strong enough that I couldn't actually tell what was going on as I twitched on the ground without any control on my body, my teeth held tightly closed to avoid chewing my tongue out as I jerked right and left, bending my limbs as whatever form of electroshock therapy the spell was, it was pretty damn effective.
It stopped just as fast as it had arrived, an ebony battleaxe taking its resting place into its new sheathe known as the mage's rib-cage, impaling the Nord straight through as Sharrum spun, executing what could only be described as the perfect combination of Olympic throwing and bitch-slapping, because the enemy did capitulate on it, and Sharrum did, in turn, expect it to happen.
"Umbra, does thee live!?" Sharrum bellowed as he rushed for his battleaxe, my own body outright fuming as I stared at the sky. "Berry! Does he breathe still!?" he asked next, his voice kind-of dull and drowned out by the drowsiness that was starting to overtake me.
Course I was still breathing.
If I wasn't, how could I be listening? If I were dead, then of course I wouldn't be breathing, and my heart wouldn't be beating and thus I'd be blind and deaf too, no?
Was this an out of body experience? Because the ground felt awfully hard beneath my head.
"I don't know!" Berry yelled back, her ear pressed against my lips. "There's too much noise!"
Too much noise? Berry, there's barely a whisper going on around us. There's nothing around us but the cool, empty silence and the eternally creeping void of oblivion. You should know that very well, shouldn't you? When you've got such an important soul, then how can you not remember? Like, seriously, you're the Dragonborn, you should act like it a bit more, shouldn't you? Like...eat enough food for an army in five seconds during combat to regenerate health.
How are you going to face off the Dragon Priests if you can't even fire an arrow against a fellow countryman? Do you think I would not raise my sword against an Italian who'd refuse to proclaim the beauty of pasta? Seriously, why do I find that thought funny?
There were some soft pops which echoed as the noise volume began to rise, the crackling and burning of the forest rising in intensity as the thick smoke lifted upwards into the sky.
"We have to leave before we end up burned," Ralvas spoke, stating the obvious as Sharrum lifted me up in his arms. "Wouldn't be wise to heal him here."
"Let us make haste, brother," Sharrum replied.
"U...Urgh," I gurgled out.
"Umbra, be quiet," Ralvas huffed, his eyes gleaming like burning pits of hell. "I knew this would happen, but did I listen to my good brain inside my skull? No, I was swayed by my youngest brother and his pleading eyes. Stormcloaks must have camps all throughout the region. Let's hurry. It will hurt, but I can guarantee you will not die from this little. Pain is your greatest master, Umbra. Relish in its teachings."
I would have quite nicely extended my middle finger towards him, but I settled for closing my eyes and letting myself be carried. Even though my arm hurt, my body smelt of bacon and I was pretty sure that I was bleeding internally somewhere, I was still alive.
A couple of healing spells, and I'd be like new.
The extension of my wounds would have seen me waste months away in a hospital, but with magic? A matter of hours, perhaps a day of rest and Restoration spells.
I did find it unfair that Stormcloaks seemed to be greater in number and unwilling to ignore us.
If only I could find the damn button of the console commands...
But alas, it wasn't meant to be.
Mizu
Software Developer
- Location
- Victoria, Australia
chest of a nearing
outnumbered three
Fabuzer
The Almighty
- Location
- Milan, Italy
It's been a while since this has been updated. Has Shade lost the blessing of the Coffee God and is now unable to churn out a chapter every day?
I expect Ralvas and Sharrum to be quite upset with Berry since Umbra got almost killed because she was too sentimental to kill soldiers who wanted to split her in half.
I expect Ralvas and Sharrum to be quite upset with Berry since Umbra got almost killed because she was too sentimental to kill soldiers who wanted to split her in half.
It probably has more to do with the fact that they were Stormcloaks.
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- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
It's more like... "Oh, wait. We have a functional employee within our folds? Make. Him. Work."
Also, since I also teach students at university (prepping them for exams and the like) I end up with less time available during exam periods.
Time is precious. Consider that this chapter was written tonight merely because I actually found two and a half hours together to write it.
And tomorrow morning, work calls.
- Location
- UK
- Pronouns
- They/Them
But she actually tried to join the Stormcloaks and believes in what they're doing. They rejected her because she was too young.
Madou Sutegobana
Autocorrupt has been disabled.
- Location
- Twin Realms Mandala
That wasn't why Shade got hurt though. Shade got hurt because he didn't dooddgggeeee.
How do you dodge lightning? Press the X button of course!