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Okan looked down over the excavation site. Barriers made out of sharpened tree trunks had been erected, and Okan could see a dozen or so archers patrolling the parameter. Next to him Okan heard Nisha speak. “hmmm. They seem to be taking this a lot more serious than we had thought.” Okan nodded and watched as a nord clad in full steel plate armor left the ruins and marched towards them. “you must be the members of the companions they sent.” Okan nodded; but it was Alea who spoke. “we are.” The nord nodded and began to lead them into the ruin. “I have strict orders from the arch mage. No one is to take this artifact from us. Even if they claim to be doing so on the orders of the emperor himself, we are not to let them take this from us.” Okan nodded. “with us here. No one will take this from us.”
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CHAPTER 6
BRANKA’S POV
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Branka yawned as she slowly sat up. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes Branka moved to get up from her bed, but found she could not move due to the large grey and brown dog that was laying across her legs. Growling slightly Branka shifted her legs and watched as the dog opened one lazy eye to look at her. How the dog was still alive she didn’t know. She’d found the dog just outside the gates of whiterun; laying on the side of the road, starving and moments from death. She’d taken pity on the poor creature. She’d stopped and poured a healing potion into a wooden bowl and then soaked a slab of venison in the liquid before giving it to dog; who had sniffed it a few times before starting to eat.
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She’d left not long after that. She’d explored to the west a bit and had soon found herself fighting a group of bandits who had set up camp in an old Nordic ruin. She’d killed most of them with ease. When it came to physical combat none were better at it than orcs. But then she’d found herself in real trouble; a mage had emerged from the ruins and had started hurling spells at her. she’d been overwhelmed; as the mage used his cowardly magic to steal her strength from her. she remembered how he had stood over her, laughing at her and saying how much he would look forward to ravaging her body. but as he had moved to undo his robes the dog had attacked, jumping up onto the man’s chest and tearing out his throat.
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They’d bonded over that. And the dog now followed her wherever she went. Not that she went very far anymore. Since alduin had been delayed she’d hardly left high hrothgar in over a year. Instead she meditated, occasionally making the pilgrimage up to speak with Paarthurnax, or along the 7000 steps to read the ancient stone tablets that dotted the climb. A few times she’d donned an old and worn travelers cloak so she could visit the bar in Ivarstead and drink her fill or mead. And seek the occasional company of a man. Growling again Branka jerked her legs and watched as the dog huffed at her annoyidly and shifted his position, releasing her legs and allowing her to move.
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Shifting over Branka stood up and stretched, groaning slightly as her back popped. Unlike the other greybeards her room was private. She didn’t mind this however and Arngeir had explained that female and male monks had always slept in separate sides of the monastery, so as to minimize temptation. Branka sighed and began pulling on her robes. Once done she moved and opened the door to her room. Only to find Arngeir standing on the other side, his arms folded and his face full of concern. “You’ve been summoned to speak with Paarthurnax.” Branka was silent for a moment. “has he said why?” Arngeir shook his head. “no. only that it is vital that he speak with you the moment you awakened from sleep.” Branka nodded. “Thank you brother Arngeir.” Arngeir nodded. “Would….would you mind if I walked with you? I grow somewhat weary of this ancient halls. Perhaps I will follow you a bit of the way up the mountain?” Branka nodded. “if it pleases you than come.”
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Walking down the halls Branka couldn’t help but look at the ancient stone carvings along the walls. She’d seen the carvings before; even before coming to the monastery. She’d seen the carvings in ancient dragon tombs, and on weapons that so many drauger had attacked her with. Leaving the monastery, Branka waited long enough for Arngeir to pull the robes he wore closer to his chest. Walking through the snow Branka couldn’t help but marvel at the nords, and their way of life. Skyrim was hostile, freezing, and unwilling to give pity on the weak. And yet the nords had not only made this their home, but seemed to be thriving in the cold, unforgiving land. A true testament to the willpower of the nords. Standing under the ancient arch, Branka felt her skin prickle as she began her shout. “LOK-VAH-KOOR!” instantly the whipping winds, and raging snowfall vanished. Continuing forward Branka looked to Arngeir who had begun to speak.
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“my bones grow weary Branka. I have walked the halls of high hrothgar for most of my life, and I have meditated and communed with the sky, every day since. I’m at peace. And when my time comes I won’t fear it. I’ll walk to sovrngarde with my head held high, and joy in my heart.” Branka nodded. “and you won’t have to constantly watch the sky.” Arngeir chuckled. Opening her mouth Branka had been about to perform another shout when Arngeir touched her shoulder. “allow me sister.” Branka stepped back and watched as Arngeir took a deep breath. “LOK-VAH-KOOR!” for a moment Arngeir vanished, no old man stood next to Branka. Instead Branka found herself staring at a man who’s power dwarfed her own. She could feel the sky trembling with the force of his shout. His robes blew outwards away from his body, and his voice bellowed so much that she could still hear it even after the shout had ended.
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Back as Arngeir closed his mouth he took a small step backwards. Leaning in Branka caught the old nord who took a moment to regain his footing. “thank you sister. I must admit, it has been a long time since I’ve used that shout. Perhaps I ought to practice it a bit.” Branka smiled. Continuing on up the path, Branka felt her skin begin to prickle, a feeling she’d come to associate with a dragon being nearby. As they come to the final steps Arngeir stopped. “this is where I leave you sister. Paarthurnax asked for you and only you. It would be impudent of me to accompany you further.” Branka nodded. And watched as Arngeir turned and began to make his way back down the mountain.
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Turning around Branka walked the last few steps of the path and emerged out onto the top of the throat of the world. Her feelings had been right, Paarthurnax was not alone. At least 6 other dragons sat or circled the top of the mountain. Moving towards the blank ancient word wall, Branka could count 3 elder dragons, 2 blood dragons, and a frost dragon. As well as Paarthurnax himself who sat at the top most point of the mountain. “Dovahkiin.” Branka nodded. “Paarthurnax. What’s going on? Why are all these dragons here?” paarthurnax looked around the mountain top before speaking. “the dovah gather here, for they feel the most foul magic of the daedra beginning to seep into our world. Just as it did those 200 years ago.”
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Branka felt the hair on the back of her neck prickle. She'd encountered a few daedra in her adventures. They were dangerous. And like everyone in her stronghold she’d read the dusty copy of the oblivion crisis. “what are the daedra doing?” paarthurnax shook his massive head. “we know not. But there is one dovah who would. Vulthuryol was more….curious about the other worlds than other dovahs. But in her travels she was captured and sealed away inside an ancient devise that now hangs above the ruins inside blackreach caverns. Find her and release her, and perhaps she will be able to tell us exactly what is happening.” Branka nodded. She knew of blackreach caverns; even if she’d never been there before.
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She could feel the eyes of the other dragons on her as she stepped through the snow, and moved down the mountain, shouting away the weather when it was needed.
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OKAN’S POV
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Okan scanned the room he was in. dozens of tents had been erected, some were simple sticks holding up tarps, while others were complicated and even had sections for people to be separate in. Tolfdir had greeted them just inside the ruin’s entrance. He’d explained what the plan was and how they were going to handle moving the moving of the eye of magnus. They eye itself seemed to be easy enough to move; Tolfdir had demonstrated by simply pushing on the floating orb. They would wait until the weather cleared up. Then they would push the eye through the ruins and out to a cart that would be waiting just outside the ruin entrance. But this would cause a problem. Tolfdir had shown them hallways and rooms lined with sarcophaguses. Each on no doubt holding a sleeping draugur that would wake and attack them the moment they tried to remove the eye from its holding room.
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Okan had seen mages moving through the halls, casting runes onto the sarcophagus lids, so that when they opened the draugur inside would be caught in the blasts. Then it was up to Okan and the rest of the warriors here to clean out any remaining dragur who survived their blasts. Only then would THEY begin to move the eye up and out of the ruin. Sighing Okan rubbed the back of his neck. He didn’t like the plan. There were too many unknowns. What if there were more draugur than they could handle? What if there were traps to prevent the eye from leaving the ruins? There were simply too many possibilities for things to go wrong. But they had no choice. All they could do, was follow the plan and hope for the best. Absentmindedly he wondered how Asum was doing. He felt bad for having snuck away from the youngling. But Okan was pulled from his thoughts by someone calling his name. turning around Okan felt his eyes widen.
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AN: WELL FOLKS THIS CHAPTER IS UP AND DONE. HOPE EVERYONE ENJOYED IT.
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SO NOW THE DRAGONBORN IS GETTING INVOLVDED?
I WONDER WHAT THE DAEDRA ARE UP TO?
WONDER WHAT OKAN SEES?
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OK SO I KNOW IN SKYRIM ALL DRAGONS ARE MALE BUT I FELT LIKE THERE NEEDED TO BE A FEMALE DRAGON.
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CHAPTER 6
BRANKA’S POV
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Branka yawned as she slowly sat up. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes Branka moved to get up from her bed, but found she could not move due to the large grey and brown dog that was laying across her legs. Growling slightly Branka shifted her legs and watched as the dog opened one lazy eye to look at her. How the dog was still alive she didn’t know. She’d found the dog just outside the gates of whiterun; laying on the side of the road, starving and moments from death. She’d taken pity on the poor creature. She’d stopped and poured a healing potion into a wooden bowl and then soaked a slab of venison in the liquid before giving it to dog; who had sniffed it a few times before starting to eat.
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She’d left not long after that. She’d explored to the west a bit and had soon found herself fighting a group of bandits who had set up camp in an old Nordic ruin. She’d killed most of them with ease. When it came to physical combat none were better at it than orcs. But then she’d found herself in real trouble; a mage had emerged from the ruins and had started hurling spells at her. she’d been overwhelmed; as the mage used his cowardly magic to steal her strength from her. she remembered how he had stood over her, laughing at her and saying how much he would look forward to ravaging her body. but as he had moved to undo his robes the dog had attacked, jumping up onto the man’s chest and tearing out his throat.
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They’d bonded over that. And the dog now followed her wherever she went. Not that she went very far anymore. Since alduin had been delayed she’d hardly left high hrothgar in over a year. Instead she meditated, occasionally making the pilgrimage up to speak with Paarthurnax, or along the 7000 steps to read the ancient stone tablets that dotted the climb. A few times she’d donned an old and worn travelers cloak so she could visit the bar in Ivarstead and drink her fill or mead. And seek the occasional company of a man. Growling again Branka jerked her legs and watched as the dog huffed at her annoyidly and shifted his position, releasing her legs and allowing her to move.
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Shifting over Branka stood up and stretched, groaning slightly as her back popped. Unlike the other greybeards her room was private. She didn’t mind this however and Arngeir had explained that female and male monks had always slept in separate sides of the monastery, so as to minimize temptation. Branka sighed and began pulling on her robes. Once done she moved and opened the door to her room. Only to find Arngeir standing on the other side, his arms folded and his face full of concern. “You’ve been summoned to speak with Paarthurnax.” Branka was silent for a moment. “has he said why?” Arngeir shook his head. “no. only that it is vital that he speak with you the moment you awakened from sleep.” Branka nodded. “Thank you brother Arngeir.” Arngeir nodded. “Would….would you mind if I walked with you? I grow somewhat weary of this ancient halls. Perhaps I will follow you a bit of the way up the mountain?” Branka nodded. “if it pleases you than come.”
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Walking down the halls Branka couldn’t help but look at the ancient stone carvings along the walls. She’d seen the carvings before; even before coming to the monastery. She’d seen the carvings in ancient dragon tombs, and on weapons that so many drauger had attacked her with. Leaving the monastery, Branka waited long enough for Arngeir to pull the robes he wore closer to his chest. Walking through the snow Branka couldn’t help but marvel at the nords, and their way of life. Skyrim was hostile, freezing, and unwilling to give pity on the weak. And yet the nords had not only made this their home, but seemed to be thriving in the cold, unforgiving land. A true testament to the willpower of the nords. Standing under the ancient arch, Branka felt her skin prickle as she began her shout. “LOK-VAH-KOOR!” instantly the whipping winds, and raging snowfall vanished. Continuing forward Branka looked to Arngeir who had begun to speak.
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“my bones grow weary Branka. I have walked the halls of high hrothgar for most of my life, and I have meditated and communed with the sky, every day since. I’m at peace. And when my time comes I won’t fear it. I’ll walk to sovrngarde with my head held high, and joy in my heart.” Branka nodded. “and you won’t have to constantly watch the sky.” Arngeir chuckled. Opening her mouth Branka had been about to perform another shout when Arngeir touched her shoulder. “allow me sister.” Branka stepped back and watched as Arngeir took a deep breath. “LOK-VAH-KOOR!” for a moment Arngeir vanished, no old man stood next to Branka. Instead Branka found herself staring at a man who’s power dwarfed her own. She could feel the sky trembling with the force of his shout. His robes blew outwards away from his body, and his voice bellowed so much that she could still hear it even after the shout had ended.
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Back as Arngeir closed his mouth he took a small step backwards. Leaning in Branka caught the old nord who took a moment to regain his footing. “thank you sister. I must admit, it has been a long time since I’ve used that shout. Perhaps I ought to practice it a bit.” Branka smiled. Continuing on up the path, Branka felt her skin begin to prickle, a feeling she’d come to associate with a dragon being nearby. As they come to the final steps Arngeir stopped. “this is where I leave you sister. Paarthurnax asked for you and only you. It would be impudent of me to accompany you further.” Branka nodded. And watched as Arngeir turned and began to make his way back down the mountain.
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Turning around Branka walked the last few steps of the path and emerged out onto the top of the throat of the world. Her feelings had been right, Paarthurnax was not alone. At least 6 other dragons sat or circled the top of the mountain. Moving towards the blank ancient word wall, Branka could count 3 elder dragons, 2 blood dragons, and a frost dragon. As well as Paarthurnax himself who sat at the top most point of the mountain. “Dovahkiin.” Branka nodded. “Paarthurnax. What’s going on? Why are all these dragons here?” paarthurnax looked around the mountain top before speaking. “the dovah gather here, for they feel the most foul magic of the daedra beginning to seep into our world. Just as it did those 200 years ago.”
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Branka felt the hair on the back of her neck prickle. She'd encountered a few daedra in her adventures. They were dangerous. And like everyone in her stronghold she’d read the dusty copy of the oblivion crisis. “what are the daedra doing?” paarthurnax shook his massive head. “we know not. But there is one dovah who would. Vulthuryol was more….curious about the other worlds than other dovahs. But in her travels she was captured and sealed away inside an ancient devise that now hangs above the ruins inside blackreach caverns. Find her and release her, and perhaps she will be able to tell us exactly what is happening.” Branka nodded. She knew of blackreach caverns; even if she’d never been there before.
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She could feel the eyes of the other dragons on her as she stepped through the snow, and moved down the mountain, shouting away the weather when it was needed.
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OKAN’S POV
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Okan scanned the room he was in. dozens of tents had been erected, some were simple sticks holding up tarps, while others were complicated and even had sections for people to be separate in. Tolfdir had greeted them just inside the ruin’s entrance. He’d explained what the plan was and how they were going to handle moving the moving of the eye of magnus. They eye itself seemed to be easy enough to move; Tolfdir had demonstrated by simply pushing on the floating orb. They would wait until the weather cleared up. Then they would push the eye through the ruins and out to a cart that would be waiting just outside the ruin entrance. But this would cause a problem. Tolfdir had shown them hallways and rooms lined with sarcophaguses. Each on no doubt holding a sleeping draugur that would wake and attack them the moment they tried to remove the eye from its holding room.
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Okan had seen mages moving through the halls, casting runes onto the sarcophagus lids, so that when they opened the draugur inside would be caught in the blasts. Then it was up to Okan and the rest of the warriors here to clean out any remaining dragur who survived their blasts. Only then would THEY begin to move the eye up and out of the ruin. Sighing Okan rubbed the back of his neck. He didn’t like the plan. There were too many unknowns. What if there were more draugur than they could handle? What if there were traps to prevent the eye from leaving the ruins? There were simply too many possibilities for things to go wrong. But they had no choice. All they could do, was follow the plan and hope for the best. Absentmindedly he wondered how Asum was doing. He felt bad for having snuck away from the youngling. But Okan was pulled from his thoughts by someone calling his name. turning around Okan felt his eyes widen.
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AN: WELL FOLKS THIS CHAPTER IS UP AND DONE. HOPE EVERYONE ENJOYED IT.
.
SO NOW THE DRAGONBORN IS GETTING INVOLVDED?
I WONDER WHAT THE DAEDRA ARE UP TO?
WONDER WHAT OKAN SEES?
.
OK SO I KNOW IN SKYRIM ALL DRAGONS ARE MALE BUT I FELT LIKE THERE NEEDED TO BE A FEMALE DRAGON.
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