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Daughter of the Reach 5a/5

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Daughter of the Reach – The Dragon Inside.

“You said there would be a reward.” Niamh glared up at the Nord who had plagued her for the past few days. He was flushed, the result of jogging to the watchtower in a full set of metal armour.

“We are on our way to kill a dragon, Niamh. The reward will be after.”

“More like we will all die trying.” She muttered, ignoring him when he asked her to repeat what she said. The stupid Nord, Vilkas, as she heard the Dunmer call him, hadn’t been at Helgen. He’d not seen the monster as she had. The flames, screaming and arid stink of burning flesh had haunted her dreams since that day, and reminded her of some of the worse memories of her childhood.

“This is not a glory mission Companion.” Called one of the Guards as they stopped just short of the burning, ruined tower before them. “Gods, what could have caused such a thing?”

“You haven’t seen Helgen.” She said, glancing at the Dunmer who was speaking. “It was worse.”

She didn’t see the guard’s reaction to her words, nor did she particularly care. Her stomach was churning, remembering the carnage and terror of that previous day and cursing at how exposed the tower was.

Still… Vilkas had promised a reward to her, one of a small fortune. If everything went wrong here, Niamh had no doubt in her mind that she could survive again, and find somewhere else to find gold.

A roar, inhumane and of such a sound that it made the earth shake, blasted through them and caused them to look about the skies above them. In the tower itself, a badly injured man with a charred shield cried about their predicament in a manner much more suitable to Niamh’s memories of Helgen.

The meagre group of guardsman, the Nord and herself made it to the tower, staring up at the cloudless sky in disbelief as a reptiled beast flew over towards them. It screamed again, twisting its body about as it dived towards them. Words that made no sense poured out of its mouth with the flames that killed one unfortunate soul unlucky enough to be in its path.

The Dunmer shouted orders but Niamh ignored them all. The tower, even in its ruined state, would still be the safest place to hide during the flamed assault. Her hides, despite the enchantments she’d played around with, would be poor protection against the fire that poured from their foe’s maw.

Inside there were more men, all groaning in agony with their various injuries.

‘No healing magics’ She thought, tsking as she glanced at them whilst running for the stairs. There was no sense to be had when it came to Nords and magic.

No time to think though, the dragon could be heard swooshing past the tower. It earned a cry from the Nords below, and the twock of an arrow being released from its bow. Spooling magic into her hand, Niamh dripped into Oblivion and called out to a fire atronach. Pulling it through to their realm was easy and the living flame sprung to life at the top of the fire.

‘The dragon.’ She thought, willing the daedric creature to attack it. The thing would prove to be a good distraction, allowing her to prepare a decent defence against it.