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Dawning - Part 1b/?
Date: 2014-05-06 02:22 pm (UTC)As she climbed the steps towards the Jarl’s palace she couldn’t help the glance over to Jorrvaskr. She could hear some kind of training going on, as well as Eorlund banging away at his forge.
Ariella shook herself from her thoughts and focused on the task ahead. She was going to summon a dragon and capture it so it could take her to Sovngarde. It would be simple, she hoped (but she knew she was deluding herself).
When she pushed open the doors she saw Jarl Vignar Gray-Mane seated upon the throne. Aela, Athis and Farkas were standing nearby; they were all waiting for her. Ariella had to admit that her heartbeat quickened when she first saw Farkas. Twins.
She gave a small smile to the Companions as she walked past but she was mostly business. She wanted to go do this thing and never have to come back. She followed the Jarl up to where the dragon would be trapped.
The three companions followed, determined to fight with her because she was a Companion after all. Ariella probably should have been more civil towards them but her conversation skills failed her. These might just be her last moments on Nirn, especially given how her last battle with Alduin turned out. Yet, there were some things worse than death.
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Tags: relationship:het, char:Vilkas, char:F!DB, race:Breton, race:nord, kink:size, kink:angst
I know Sleepless ended how I wanted it to but Ariella and Vilkas haven't left me alone; so here's the sequel no one really asked for.
Re: Dawning - Part 1b/?
Date: 2014-05-06 11:32 pm (UTC)Re: Dawning - Part 1b/?
Date: 2014-05-07 12:32 am (UTC)Re: Dawning - Part 1b/?
Date: 2014-05-08 07:32 am (UTC)Re: Dawning - Part 1b/?
Date: 2014-05-08 11:08 am (UTC)Dawning - Part 20/?
Date: 2014-11-04 01:57 pm (UTC)Apparently the wizards at the damned college in Winterhold had done something and needed the strength of the companions, at least that's what Vilkas assumed. Vilkas scoffed at the thought, wizards and magic.
He packed his things without much thought. He had gone to Winterhold hundreds of times before. As he thought about Wizards and their rather dishonourable combat methods he considered taking some potions with him.
There was a knock on the door and Athis was standing there.
“Are you ready?” the dark elf asked.
“Just a minute.” He opened his chest to get some potions to work against magic.
“I’ll be upstairs.” Athis called. Once Vilkas heard Athis’ footsteps retreat he let his face drop. A deep scowl formed on his face as he sorted through the contents of his chest.
He didn’t really open it anymore. It kept the things he didn’t have use for; his resistance potions, books and pelts. He had so many pelts and even though he didn’t use them something stopped him from selling them. Vilkas pulled every single potion out from his chest.
They were really the only thing that he used in the chest. He put a few in his pack and used the rest of them to fill up the empty shelves around his room.
Vilkas closed his chest and felt a bit better. He locked it and placed the key in his drawer. He double checked his supplies and was making mental notes of what food to take while walking upstairs.
Athis was already arranging a food pack for them.
“The client has arrange rooms at Windhelm and Winterhold so we just need enough to get us to Windhelm then we can restock.” Athis said calmly as he packed away various breads and other food.
Vilkas was thankful for having Athis with him for this mission. Athis was by far the best cook of all the companions, while Vilkas knew a little it wasn’t much.
Vilkas offered to carry the sack and Athis suggested they take turns.
With that they left Jorrvaskr and began making their way to Windhelm.
“So what does this job have us doing exactly?” Vilkas asked when they were a little way away from Whiterun.
“Didn’t say in the note.” Athis said, scanning the trees. Vilkas appreciated how alert Athis always seemed to be. “Just requested two circle members for an urgent matter in Winterhold.”
“From the wizards?” Vilkas huffed out.
“Don’t know, probably from someone in the town about them no doubt.” Vilkas huffed in agreement and the two kept walking.
It would take them a few days to get to Windhelm, possibly more. With the Civil War ongoing and Ulfric’s army seeming to be winning there was no telling where battles may be occurring.
Vilkas sniffed the air. There were bandits up ahead. Vilkas didn’t really care too much whether someone was an Imperial or a Stormcloak, but he did know how he felt about bandits.