Skyrim: The Ultimate Battle IC
Glashe ~ The Grovemen, fifty minutes from Solitude Docks
Glashe sat on an uncomfortable wooden bench in an old rickety boat. Heading for the solitude Docks. Glashe sighed as a few workers scurried about doing whatever it is workers do when he heard two workers talking, he doesn't usually eavesdrop but a good thief has to be aware. His father taught him that. That's why he was on his ship, his late fathers funeral at fort Dawnguard. "Is it ready?" one of the workers asked "yes...The night mother will be pleased,pleased indeed". The workers chuckled quietly. And left to the Top Deck. Glashe stood up and walked to the room where the two were talking. A contraption, looked dwaven made.
Tied to some a rock with a strange rune on it. Glashe was puzzled by this. He examined it more.The run reminded him of a more complex and brighter Fire rune "an explosion..." Glashe ran to the top deck "Everyone! there's a-" an explosion rang out fromt he northwest part of the ship, then another from the other corners as the ship erupted in flames. "Hail sithis!" one man shouted before stabbing the captin. Then something his Glashe on the back of the head and he Blacked out.
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Jolgar turned and let his feet hang off the side of the soft, animal fur covered bed. The bottoms of his feet laid flat on the ground of the cold floor as he sat on his bed swaying out of drowsiness. Jolgar stood up, he was 6'5 and had faint ginger colored hair that reached slightly past his shoulders. His hair was a mess though, making it look shorter. Jolgar threw his hands up, stretching his back with a series of cracks following it. Jolgar had just woken up on a fine day in Skyrim, a good day to get some game and supplies. Jolgar looked around his room quickly looking for his gear, he can see his weapons leaning against the bureau in the corner of his room. He walked slowly over to the dresser, picking up his weapons and putting on his armor.
All prepared and ready for a good hunt, jolgar stepped outside his small cabin house located just outside of riften, and smiled at the bright sunny morning. Before walking off into the woods, jolgar thought o the ways he would hunt today. Should he practice archery for the first time? Should he use traps? Or should he just stick with his enchanted Dawnguard axes? Jolgar thought,"I guess i will just use my axes, theres no problem in that." He marched off into the woods close by and rested his hand on his Axe's, ready for any type of creature, rather it be rabbit or bear, he'll take down both. He walked on looking for animals.
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Ragnar fell softly to the ground. With out making a sound he walked along the floor. But it was like he didnt walk, he moved as if he drifted. Moving to the side he used his magic and drew the shadows in around him. To any one he would be invisable in the night. As the door to the cabin opened a large orc came in, dropped a large axeon the ground, and walked over to his bed where upon he fell into it. Before long the orcs thunderous snoring echoed off the walls and Ragnar stepped out. Drawing his blade silently he stared down at the sleeping guest. Is this what he was reduced too? The greatest assassin of his time and he was doing petty kills of lumbering oafs. Sighing he quickly slid the blade into the neck of the orc. His eyes shot open and he tried to shout. This just opened his wind pipe and the cut Ragnar made began to fill his lungs with blood. Stepping back out of the range of the orcs fists Ragnar watched as the orc flailed around in his bed and as his blood covered the ground and walls. The orc took a final lunge at Ragnar before collapsing. Turning Ragnar stepped out of the hut and looked out at the city at night. Riften was a beautiful city at night and Ragnar always felt at home here. Just then a blade flashed past his vision. In an instant Ragnar had turned to face this threat. 5 men dressed in simple black robes stood facing im. This was not good, no one snuck up on Ragnar, the fact 5 men had worried him. He would have to keep one of them alive. Drawing the blade of woe from his sheath he simply stood watching the men, ready to react the moment one moved.
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Jolgar was cautious when walking through the forest, making sure not to walk to fast, or do any unnecessary movements that can scare game. Jolgar looked through the thick forest and could see a deer trotting close to the path theat leads away from Riften. Jolgar looked closely, watching where the deer was waking, calculating when the best time to strike will be. Whilst thinking of way to take down the deer, Jolgar readied his crossbow. Jolgar was unexperienced with his bow, but it seemed like the only way to take down a deer so far away. Jolgar knew that if he were to miss, there would be no time for him to reload, aim and shoot again before the deer ran off. Jolgar held his breath and looked down the crossbow, trying to aim at the deers leg and possibly take it down when he shoots. Jolgar slipped his finger ever so lightly over the trigger of the crossbow and fired his shot. It wasn't the perfect shot, but he did hit target, which was all that mattered to him.
The steel bolt of the crossbow had been lodged into the leg of the deer, immobilizing it for a few seconds. In the few seconds after the deer had been shot, Jolgar knew he had to go in for the kill with his axes. Jolgar ran after the deer with both axes in hand and prepared to see blood, ready to hit the deer with a finishing blow. Jolgar approached the deer at a fast pace, making sure not to look it in the eye, this is so he doesn't feel sympathy for the deer. He brings down his heavy axe into the thick neck of the deer, severing the head from the body in a single blow (Some other gory stuff happens, but I'm not going to type it). Jolgar grabs the salvageable meat and tucks away the hide of the deer. Jolgar prepares for the hike back to his little cabin by Riften, carrying the heavy deer game with him.