SLyrim: The Legend of the Dragon Knifes IC

[Marrow]

Ten years after the events in the Skyrim: Dawnstar RP

Dovafeyn, stumbled into Riverwood. holding his hand at his side, which was heavely bleeding. he fell to his knees. "Dovafeyn is back!" Delphine rushed outside ti get him inside the inn. "Shit, this does'nt look good, lets get him inside" several hours later Dovafeyn woke up in a bed with an infected wound, bandaged fairly good. "I... need to tell... something gather... everyone" A few minutes later every cityzen currently in Riverwood gathered at the in. Dovafeyn sat on a chair in front of the crowd. "it all started ten years ago, Dawnstar was attacked by the stromcloaks. they where looking for the Knife of a thousand Dragon shouts, also known as the knife of dragons tongue. they tortured and killed my friends. eventually we defeated them but we had to leave Dawnstar for it was destroyed" Dovefeyn paused to catch his breath "I met meny good people and still, I am the only one who made it out alive. Several days after we left Dawnstar the stormcloaks catched up to us. in the midst of the fight a Dragon landed on the battlefield, here is where it gets really interesting. One man, called Eidren Tassar, got into a rage when he recognised the dragon who killed his only friend and secret love Aia. He ran up to the dragon killing several Stromcloaks on the way with his Gladius-like dagger, and jumped onto the dragons head, as soon as he got on it he spun his legs around its horn to keep the dragon from throwhing him off. he unspun one leg and let him drop doen one side of the dragons neck planting one of his swords at the other side then he got up the dragons head again and did the same at the other side. then he let his knee rest one one of the swords, drabbed the other with his hand. unspun his leg and swung around as hard as he could, decapitating the dragon, he, his sword and rhe dragon fell on the ground. I never saw a not-dragon born single handedly killing a dragon. The battle raged forth and we both got tired, most of our friends were killed by the Dovakin leading the Stromcloaks. at one moment Eidren took an arrow through his neck, he pulled it out rying to heal himself but died trying to. then one of the most wunderfull things i ever saw happened. Eidren began to glow faintly Blue and Purple. the glow was growing in brightness until it fully consumed the man and left anyone looking at him blind. a Beam of light shot up into the sky taking Eidrens soul with it. a blue and purple explosion followed killing everyone but me. all that was left was an assassins knife, formerly Aia's. now with a blue and purple glowing inscription that slowly faded away. this knife became later known as the Knife if Drogons Ear making the wearer able to understand Dragons language" Dovefeyn stopped but quickly continued as his voice got softer "I hid both the knifes, someone wearing them would gain enormous powers." Dovafeys fell unconsius and died two weeks later. long after is death the people of Riverwood kep telling stories about the Heroism of the people of Dawnstar, the news was heard by all the newcomers in Riverwood. Eager travelers looking for adventure and honor. The hunt for the knifes begins.

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Marcus walked over the sandery path. he was weary of travelling and was eager to find a town, best with a good inn where he could drink some mead. he had heard that nord mead was the best there is. he stumbled further, nearby should be a town, according to the man he spoke a few days ago. he was growing very tired.

"need some help?" Marcus heard a happy voice behind him. it sounded quite young. he looked back and saw a young man walking up to him, he seemed fit. "yes, please. i'm quite tired." the young man looked at him and lended him a hand. "my name is Calvin, but just call me Cal. everybody does that, there should be a town behind that hill. we should be there before nightfall"

"Héy travellers!" sounded it from the city, a few man came out of Riverwood to greet the newcomers. Marcus was helped to the Inn and and Cal went to the Riverwood trader to look for more books.

[Oxaenn Alcem]

Oxaenn was at the bar of the Riverwood Inn, drinking. He could have had any drink in the tavern, but he chose the cheap stuff. It dulled his thoughts, and meant he didn't think about the events that ruined him, both mentally and socially. The people around him were just grey blurs, none of them could compare to the men he knew. They all had the same smell, of people who spent their lives doing nothing of note. That is, until a Dovakin walked into the inn. He remembered the smell, the smell of dragons and glory, the smell of power. He turned around on his stool and looked at the Dovakin. He was blurred slightly, but he could see that he wore leather armor and wielded two swords. He raised his mug to the newcomer, and said to him;
"What's a grand adventurer like you doing in a flearidden cesspit like this place?" he gave a wolf like grin to the man, suggesting to everyone he was more drunk than he actually was.

[tavi]

“Look,” Gaele said calmly to the man at the counter, “all I want is a decent blade, have you got one or not.”

The man looked at her and then at the selection of products he had set in front of her, “Well” he hesitated, “no, not really. But you could try the Drunken Huntsman in Whiterun, he has everything a hunter like you could need.”

She growled at him and slammed a fist on the wooden counter, making several of the items clatter to the floor of the shop, and stormed out of the door almost knocking over a man on his way in. ’I knew I shouldn’t have came to Riverwood, I’ve always hated it’ she thought while walking north though the town. She was about to pass the Inn when she was struck by a sudden urge for a strong drink so she changed course and entered the small in where she found several drunk looking men, one of whom was calling something at a weary looking traveller who had clearly arrived moments before herself.

[Marrow]

Calvin walked through the streets of small Riverwood. one of the men who welcomed him and the other man had pointed out directions for him. as Calvin got to the riverwood trader he was just about to open the door when it flew at him, a girl stormed out, almost knocking him over "Hey! watcht it!" he screamed out, but the girl either didnt hear him or ignored him. Calvin shook his head and entered the Riverwood trader. there he saw a man picking up some wears off the ground. Calvin helped the man and bought a couple of books about magic and herbalism/alchemy. he thanked the man, paid and left for the inn.

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Finally, a Inn. drinks, civilization, food, more drinks Marcus wasnt a strong drinker but liked to drink on the occasion. also he was thirsty. a man walked up to him, zigzagging through the tables, he was clearly drunk "Whaddizza grnd Adventurah doing in a fleahidd kespithe liek thees?". Marcus looked at the man, "Dragons" he simply replied. Marcus choose a seat with his back against the wall and ordered a mead. he listened to the bard, same old song he thought, same old song.

[tavi]

That the mention of Dragons, the mighty Dov, stopped in her tracks. it was the weary looking man who had said it. she continued to the bar to buy a drink and to wait for him to sit and get comfortable, "Two please," she said to the barkeep. the man placed two tackards of ale on the bar and took her gold. She lifted the drinks and made her way over to sit at the same table as the man.

"What word of Dragons?" she said casually, sliding one of the drinks to him and waving to the bard to up the volume of the music so she would not be over heard.

Dragons where a dangerous topic to be cought talking about since they returned to Skyrim, and she was not willing to get a knife in the back for it.

[PURRFECT]

Alan looked out from his hiding place in the shadows. the inn was slightly crowded, not unusual, but the topic of dragons had caught his interest. the bard started to get a bit higher, almost drowning them out. Alan slid out into the light and sat at the table behind them. he wore his steel armor tonight, expecting a possible fight. drunks were always easy to steal from, but could get quite violent. but for now, he listened to the conversation, curiously flicking his tail...

[Oxaenn Alcem]

The breton walked over, still pretending to be drunk as hell, and sat down next to the girl. He then slid back his cloak, revealing armor to the two of them.
"Look," he said, in a crisp, clear, voice; unlike the one he used to yell at the man, "I know you're a dovakin. I may be a drunk, but if you're going to bring trouble to this town, I'll throw you out this pub right now. So please, explain why you are here in this town... Dragonborn." The last part he said in a hush, as a dragonborn tends to attract unnecessary attention.

[tavi]

The, apparently not drunk, Breton sat down reviealing his armour just as she had asked her question, not giving the man any time to reply.

"How do you know he is Dragonborn!" she whispered angrily. She was having a bad day, this was the second time she had said something in anger and it was very unlike her. she started to wonder about it, 'why am i so angry today? its not like anything bad has happened' she frowned and turned back to the man who still sat silently as if he was waiting for her to finish her internal monologue.

[PURRFECT]

Alans tail froze his tail mid flick. Dragonborn? he was a dovakin?? his day was just going downhill so far. the last thing he needed was a dovakin nearby with a failed thievery attempt. he herd rumors that they were worse then the un-bribeable guards...

'How do you know he is Dragonborn!' the woman said. he barely managed to catch the words. Alan wished his hammer was in his hand, not on his back, and by the way things were going he might need it. He moved his bow closer to him, resting against the table he sat at. he looked over at them as if scanning the crowd for someone. thank the nine ive got volsung... my helm would be an annoying thing to scan people with...

volsung only has the ability to breath under water. otherwise its a family heirloom. Alan always hides his face, so he will wear it alot, and all of his helms are modified to hide his face XD small character quirk

[Oxaenn Alcem]

"I can smell the scent of dragonblood, just like I can smell the stink of the Riften sewers over you girl. I was around a dovakin during the Great War, and the Civil War, I know their scent." he said calmly. If anyone knew him, this calmness meant he was ready to kill someone. His eyes had gone from the foggyness of a drunk, to the cold hard piercing glare of an assassin, or a wolf ready for the kill. He had almost forgotten what it was like, in this sleepy town where nothing ever happened.