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Dawning - Part 11a/?
Date: 2014-06-22 01:43 pm (UTC)---
When the man eventually gained control there were supplies laid out before him. He wasn’t sure where they had come from but he wasn’t about question the beast. It was resting and it had actually considered taking care of him for once.
Vilkas dressed in the strange bloody armour that was slightly torn. He wondered how the beast had gotten if off the body of what ever poor soul it had killed. All the clothing seemed to be intact enough to keep him warm. The pack’s strapped were ripped so Vilkas scooped the supplies into the sack and carried it as he walked.
He tried to get a bearing on where he was. He saw a small town and his heart began to pound. He looked up to the mountain and knew exactly why the beast had brought him here.
Ivarstead. It wanted him to go to High Hrothgar.
He didn’t dare think about why he was making this journey, even though he knew the answer. Instead he counted every step he took as he made his journey. Determined to distract himself however he could until the wolf showed itself again and he could give into it.
Dawning - Part 11b/?
Date: 2014-06-22 01:49 pm (UTC)“Excuse me!” Vilkas called as he got to the bottom of the steps. The Monk slowly turned to regard him and after a moment recognition flashed across his face. Arngeir’s expression changed and he made a gesture to invite Vilkas inside.
The sun was setting, the wind was picking up so Vilkas didn’t waste anytime going inside.
He shook off the snow that was on him and followed the Greybeard leader further inside.
“I suppose you’ve come about the Dragonborn.” The old monk asked once he neared the kitchen. He offered Vilkas a seat and then began putting away the supplies they had. Vilkas felt a pain in his chest but he forced himself to talk through it, he had to know.
“Yes. I-We want to know what happened.” He said, the other companions wanted that closure too, Vilkas was sure. “If you’ll be willing to tell us that is.”
Once the supplies were away Arngeir poured two tankards of hot milk and sat down. “The Dragonborn defeated Alduin.”
The Greybeard leader took a sip of his drink and honestly that fact had surprised Vilkas. He thought in his very heart and souls that she would not have been capable of doing such a thing, he didn’t think she was strong enough.
“When she returned to Nirn she was gravely injured. She was not conscious upon her return and Par- the leader of our Order had to carry her down from the Throat of the World to here.” He took another seat and Vilkas felt his throat tightening, he didn’t dare speak. “She had a large wound that pierced straight through her stomach and it took everything he knew to stop her from bleeding out, but we couldn’t stop all the bleeding. The wound was much better than it was when she first arrived but it was still terrible when she woke.”
Vilkas didn’t move, he felt frozen in his seat. “She bandaged her wounds up, put on her armour and set out. We tried to stop her, there was no way she would make it down the mountain in her condition and we told her that.”
“Wh-What did she say?” Vilkas asked, almost without him meaning to. The way the Greybeard let his shoulders sag made Vilkas think she had said something alarming.
“We told her she would die if she left in her condition and she just said one word, “good,” then made her goodbyes, gave us thanks and left, without even taking any healing potions from us.” Vilkas felt a pang in his heart and another pang in his stomach: guilt.
“We had not heard her thu’um since she left and you coming here to know about where she is only confirms it. The Dragonborn is dead.”
“Where was she going to go?”
“She was making for the College of Winterhold but there’s not a hope on Nirn that she made it.” Vilkas finally took a sip of the warm milk on the table and stared at the cup, willing the stinging in his eyes to stop. Praying it would all be over soon.
“There’s been no word of the Dragonborn for some time, she must be…” A lump in his throat stopped him from saying the word. “She must be… dead.”
Every inch of him was screaming that it wasn’t true but he knew he would only be lying to himself at this point.
“You can stay the night to process the information but you must leave by morning.”
“I understand.” Vilkas felt numb.
Re: Dawning - Part 11b/?
Date: 2014-06-23 06:44 am (UTC)Re: Dawning - Part 11b/?
Date: 2014-06-25 07:22 am (UTC)