“Wuuthrad?” Shevawna said, confused. Kodlak indicated the banners on the walls.
“Yes. Ysgramor's prized battle-axe. It was shattered into pieces years ago and those are mostly lost, but we've been trying to track them down, with mixed results. Whenever we do hear of one, we go in search of it. Or rather, this time, you will be.”
“Me?” Shevawna asked. “Why me?”
“Because the job's there and I asked you,” Kodlak said. “See this as a chance to prove your worth to the rest of them.”
Including Vilkas was the unspoken comment there. Shevawna was hardly going to turn down that job in a hurry.
“All right,” Shevawna said. “Where am I going?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dustman's Cairn turned out to be about three hours west of Whiterun, nestled up against the mountains that Kodlak had told her were the Skyborns. Shevawna kept close to the mountains when she could, still not used to spaces that were this flat. So much land! So much space! If the Reach had been like this, might there have been peace after all? Enough room for the Nords to have their bit and her people to have theirs? In fact, couldn't the Reach Nords move out here, leave them the mountains? That would solve a lot of problems. She should suggest it to the Jarl maybe. Or get Kodlak to do it. Everyone listened to Kodlak. It was said even Jarl Balgruuf took him seriously.
Shevawna knew she didn't want to face a Nord Jarl. She wasn't allowed to fight the Jarl of Whiterun and he wouldn't care about her, which left her not sure what to do with him. So she stayed well away from Dragonsreach. Which she could still see on the horizon, even out here.
She really couldn't get used to this flat land. So now she was here, she slipped into the ruin without waiting. The inside of old Nord ruins was something she was quite used to.
Someone had been digging here, recently too from the look of it. And there were a lot of dead Draugr around. A lot of them, looking as if a greatsword had carved into them. Nords then. Were they still here? Shevawna didn't know but she hoped not... or that the Draugr had got them. Then she recalled that meant taking on the Draugr which was less appealing.
Then she slipped quietly through a set of iron doors and heard voices. Dropping into a crouch, she crept forward to listen in.
There were five of them, in fur and leather and studded armour, a Redguard woman, a Orc with a greatsword, two Nords, a man and woman, and an Imperial woman with a bow. They were gathered round a sealed gate, staring at someone they'd trapped inside. Bandits, ganging up on some lone explorer, and while with the Forsworn she wouldn't have shrunk from doing the same to an outsider, Shevawna was narrowing her eyes at these criminal scum doing the same to some innocent person.
“Which one is that?” the Imperial asked.
“Doesn't matter,” the Nord man growled, warhammer at the ready. “He wears that armour, he dies!”
“Killing you will make for an excellent story,” the Redguard sneered.
“Killing a trapped man in a cage is hardly a feat worth the telling. Although you will find it harder than you imagine,” a Nordic voice that Shevawna knew all too well floated across the room. Vilkas?? But what was he doing here? Kodlak surely hadn't sent him as well... and then she realised why he'd got here first. Bastard was stealing her glory! He wanted back in the Circle and thought finding the piece of Wuuthrad would get it for him.
Shevawna gritted her teeth, reaching for her bow. She would kill him for this, kill the quest-stealing Admorin and leave the body here so no one would ever find it or know it was her. But first, to deal with his captors. She wanted to kill Vilkas personally.
Had she been given to introspection she might have thought it strange that she was saving someone only to kill them later. The Forsworn soldier she'd been once would never have raised a finger if someone else had saved her the trouble of killing a few Nords herself. But Shevawna was a Companion now, the Witch of Jorrvaskr, and without her realising it, Nord ideals were starting to infect her. So it was she dipped her arrows in poison, raised her Forsworn bow, expertly handcrafted by her and honed at the Skyforge, and took aim.
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Re: The Witch of Jorrvaskr 6.4
Date: 2014-06-15 07:02 pm (UTC)“Yes. Ysgramor's prized battle-axe. It was shattered into pieces years ago and those are mostly lost, but we've been trying to track them down, with mixed results. Whenever we do hear of one, we go in search of it. Or rather, this time, you will be.”
“Me?” Shevawna asked. “Why me?”
“Because the job's there and I asked you,” Kodlak said. “See this as a chance to prove your worth to the rest of them.”
Including Vilkas was the unspoken comment there. Shevawna was hardly going to turn down that job in a hurry.
“All right,” Shevawna said. “Where am I going?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dustman's Cairn turned out to be about three hours west of Whiterun, nestled up against the mountains that Kodlak had told her were the Skyborns. Shevawna kept close to the mountains when she could, still not used to spaces that were this flat. So much land! So much space! If the Reach had been like this, might there have been peace after all? Enough room for the Nords to have their bit and her people to have theirs? In fact, couldn't the Reach Nords move out here, leave them the mountains? That would solve a lot of problems. She should suggest it to the Jarl maybe. Or get Kodlak to do it. Everyone listened to Kodlak. It was said even Jarl Balgruuf took him seriously.
Shevawna knew she didn't want to face a Nord Jarl. She wasn't allowed to fight the Jarl of Whiterun and he wouldn't care about her, which left her not sure what to do with him. So she stayed well away from Dragonsreach. Which she could still see on the horizon, even out here.
She really couldn't get used to this flat land. So now she was here, she slipped into the ruin without waiting. The inside of old Nord ruins was something she was quite used to.
Someone had been digging here, recently too from the look of it. And there were a lot of dead Draugr around. A lot of them, looking as if a greatsword had carved into them. Nords then. Were they still here? Shevawna didn't know but she hoped not... or that the Draugr had got them. Then she recalled that meant taking on the Draugr which was less appealing.
Then she slipped quietly through a set of iron doors and heard voices. Dropping into a crouch, she crept forward to listen in.
There were five of them, in fur and leather and studded armour, a Redguard woman, a Orc with a greatsword, two Nords, a man and woman, and an Imperial woman with a bow. They were gathered round a sealed gate, staring at someone they'd trapped inside. Bandits, ganging up on some lone explorer, and while with the Forsworn she wouldn't have shrunk from doing the same to an outsider, Shevawna was narrowing her eyes at these criminal scum doing the same to some innocent person.
“Which one is that?” the Imperial asked.
“Doesn't matter,” the Nord man growled, warhammer at the ready. “He wears that armour, he dies!”
“Killing you will make for an excellent story,” the Redguard sneered.
“Killing a trapped man in a cage is hardly a feat worth the telling. Although you will find it harder than you imagine,” a Nordic voice that Shevawna knew all too well floated across the room. Vilkas?? But what was he doing here? Kodlak surely hadn't sent him as well... and then she realised why he'd got here first. Bastard was stealing her glory! He wanted back in the Circle and thought finding the piece of Wuuthrad would get it for him.
Shevawna gritted her teeth, reaching for her bow. She would kill him for this, kill the quest-stealing Admorin and leave the body here so no one would ever find it or know it was her. But first, to deal with his captors. She wanted to kill Vilkas personally.
Had she been given to introspection she might have thought it strange that she was saving someone only to kill them later. The Forsworn soldier she'd been once would never have raised a finger if someone else had saved her the trouble of killing a few Nords herself. But Shevawna was a Companion now, the Witch of Jorrvaskr, and without her realising it, Nord ideals were starting to infect her. So it was she dipped her arrows in poison, raised her Forsworn bow, expertly handcrafted by her and honed at the Skyforge, and took aim.