How she could be merrily stirring his ingredients in her potions and not have heard the epic battle he had just had with one of her sisters, in the next room, was beyond him. But he was here on a mission and he wasn’t going to fail because of some sort of messed up logic was at work.
He raised his greatsword and lunged.
~*~
Alea was sulking in her bedroom, glaring at the wall.
How dare that old fool tell her that she was in the wrong?
A Companion is murdered and he preaches peace, not vengeance. He tells her that revenge wasn’t the way and that Skjor’s death was his own. Let it go he says!
Skjor was… important to her. How could she just let his death go? How could she put aside the fact that the Silver Hand butchered him like that? Plunking arrows into his chest until he as choking on his own blood and then just stabbing him with a sword in hopes that it would end him.
How could Kodlak not feel his beast blood roar for vengeance? How could he not want to slaughter al those that dared go by the name Silver Hand? How could that old bastard just let his friend’s death go so horribly?
Alea sniffled miserably into her hands.
How could she have let Skjor do such a stupid and idiotic thing?
She sniffled miserably for a few moments before something caught her nose. A familiar scent that brought her back to that gory room where Skjor had choked on blood.
Silver.
And a lot of it.
~*~
“Glad I could get that done so quickly” Gunnar sighed, running through the streets of Whiterun towards Jorvashkr, his pack carrying the neatly wrapped heads that he needed.
The witches had been hard to fight, until he called upon his ancestral power Battle Cry and used the power of the Thu’um to his edge. Then everything had been so much easier and to cut off the heads was a breeze. To make it to Whiterun he managed to snag a hunter along the way and hitched a ride over, an incredible stroke of luck that made him worry. He was never that lucky.
The old warrior took a sharp corner and his elation of being early and his luck was quickly squashed when he saw the Companions battling several silver sword wielding warriors just outside Jorvashkr.
Revenge had come up behind him and now it threatened to take everything away from him just as both Pup and Kodlak had warned him. However, he was still breathing and capable of holding his sword, so there was no way in the name of Oblivion that he was going to let any more of his friends die for a mistake on his end.
“Talos guide me” He prayed.
He unleashed his greatsword and dashed forward to join the fray. However, before he even swung he reached deep within himself and called upon the power of his dragon soul.
“FUS ROH!”
His Thu’um knocked three Silver-Hand off their feet, the distraction allowing the others to quickly kill the ones they were focused on while Gunnar came in and slashed one in half at the waist.
“Get inside!” Athis barked, fending off a few strikes.
“Right” Gunnar agreed, dashing inside.
He burst through the doors to see Vilkas, Farkas and Kodlak fending off eight more Silver Hand with Farkas and Kodlak taking on five and Vilkas three. A few stragglers looked ready to join into the fray at any time, but with how tired the three looked they probably weren’t needed at all. And by the looks of the blood gushing from a jagged hole in Kodlak’s armor, Kodlak wasn’t going to be fighting long.
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How she could be merrily stirring his ingredients in her potions and not have heard the epic battle he had just had with one of her sisters, in the next room, was beyond him. But he was here on a mission and he wasn’t going to fail because of some sort of messed up logic was at work.
He raised his greatsword and lunged.
~*~
Alea was sulking in her bedroom, glaring at the wall.
How dare that old fool tell her that she was in the wrong?
A Companion is murdered and he preaches peace, not vengeance. He tells her that revenge wasn’t the way and that Skjor’s death was his own. Let it go he says!
Skjor was… important to her. How could she just let his death go? How could she put aside the fact that the Silver Hand butchered him like that? Plunking arrows into his chest until he as choking on his own blood and then just stabbing him with a sword in hopes that it would end him.
How could Kodlak not feel his beast blood roar for vengeance? How could he not want to slaughter al those that dared go by the name Silver Hand? How could that old bastard just let his friend’s death go so horribly?
Alea sniffled miserably into her hands.
How could she have let Skjor do such a stupid and idiotic thing?
She sniffled miserably for a few moments before something caught her nose. A familiar scent that brought her back to that gory room where Skjor had choked on blood.
Silver.
And a lot of it.
~*~
“Glad I could get that done so quickly” Gunnar sighed, running through the streets of Whiterun towards Jorvashkr, his pack carrying the neatly wrapped heads that he needed.
The witches had been hard to fight, until he called upon his ancestral power Battle Cry and used the power of the Thu’um to his edge. Then everything had been so much easier and to cut off the heads was a breeze. To make it to Whiterun he managed to snag a hunter along the way and hitched a ride over, an incredible stroke of luck that made him worry. He was never that lucky.
The old warrior took a sharp corner and his elation of being early and his luck was quickly squashed when he saw the Companions battling several silver sword wielding warriors just outside Jorvashkr.
Revenge had come up behind him and now it threatened to take everything away from him just as both Pup and Kodlak had warned him. However, he was still breathing and capable of holding his sword, so there was no way in the name of Oblivion that he was going to let any more of his friends die for a mistake on his end.
“Talos guide me” He prayed.
He unleashed his greatsword and dashed forward to join the fray. However, before he even swung he reached deep within himself and called upon the power of his dragon soul.
“FUS ROH!”
His Thu’um knocked three Silver-Hand off their feet, the distraction allowing the others to quickly kill the ones they were focused on while Gunnar came in and slashed one in half at the waist.
“Get inside!” Athis barked, fending off a few strikes.
“Right” Gunnar agreed, dashing inside.
He burst through the doors to see Vilkas, Farkas and Kodlak fending off eight more Silver Hand with Farkas and Kodlak taking on five and Vilkas three. A few stragglers looked ready to join into the fray at any time, but with how tired the three looked they probably weren’t needed at all. And by the looks of the blood gushing from a jagged hole in Kodlak’s armor, Kodlak wasn’t going to be fighting long.
“Shit” Gunnar growled.