[CheyenneMarie91 and Z2010Deadmeat] Journeys of the Old Ones

Dead the Craftsman shivered as he walked the frozen terrains of the Falkreath Wilds in Skyrim. His hooded duster was billowing in the wind as his feet crunched against the snow. Dead was a man who appeared to be in his mid twenties with short brown hair covered by his hood and deep blue eyes. The man was armed with a large gold sword on his back and a katana he located here in Skyrim. Dead was searching for someone, who he didnt know but he felt this pull towards this individual one that only a Old One would feel when they are near another.

*Lady Chey rushed through the Damp & Unwelcoming Forest of Falkreath as the Branches passing around her swayed and Scratched at her Bare arms. Her eyes glistened in Panic as the Voices seemed to draw closer behind her*

Dead sighed a bit as he continued to struggle though the snow using only the strange sixth sense of perception he possesed to find this person. Whoever this person is, was definately capable of survival if he or she spent their days out here in the cold. The sun was beginning it's lazy descent into the horizion as he continued on.

The voices grew louder as they neared the young woman woman cornering her near a large rock wall incapable of being climbed by a normal person.

*Lady Chey knew as she approached the Great Rock that she was Trapped. The Silverhand Members persueing her surrounded her Quickly with Swords draw and Ready to Strike*

The men smiled and sneered at her as they drew closer till a Nord stepped forward with a silver sword and dagger in each hand. "Greetings...Lycan Queen" he said with malice as he stated her title. "The infamous leader of over half of the Lycans in the land is now with her back against the wall like a cornerd animal." He said. "Rest assured we will do the world a favor." he said as the men began to approach and attack.
Dead stopped when he heard what sounded like shouts and weapons, he smiled a bit..."Looks like I found you." he said as he increased his pace in the snow heading towards the source of the noise.

*Chey fought Back the Large Force of Silverhand before her with what little strength she could Muster and Yet it was Failing due to her Previous and Still Freshly bleeding wounds. She screamed and Snarled as she fought them with All her Might.*

The men saw they were gaining the upper hand on Chey and began to redouble their efforts assaulting the Lycan Queen. They backed away as she was struggling to get back on her feet while the leader stepped forward with his dagger in hand. "Looks like Skyrim will finally be free of a threat to her people." he said as he approached.
"Hey! Gentlemen what the heck is wrong with you?" A new voice came from behind the Silver Hand. Revealing the Craftsman standing before them the Katanna in his hands.
"This doesnt concern you stranger please go" he said as some of men began to surrond Dead.
Dead looked at Chey and then back at the men. Well one of them was who he was looking for time to find out. Without a word he flicked the Katana around and impaled one of the silver hand in the chest. Causing the men now to attack him and Chey

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*Chey looked Weakly to the Stranger as he Killed one of the Silverhand and Half the Group rushed at him. Not wanting his effort wasted she gathered what strength she could and ran at the group from behind. One by One the Begain to Fall,Blood spraying from their Claw wounds as Chey Flash Stepped around them*

Dead smirked as he noticed the woman move faster than the men as he blocked a man's mace. She must be the one he was looking for. The men's numbers were dropping fast as dead was kiiling those near him and the woman was killing those on the outside of the center. "Well time to end this" dead said as he impaled his katana into a man leaving it in his chest as his hands glowed blue summoning fort a pair of uzis the weapons shocked the less advanced society as he did a spin opening fire shooting till they all fell.