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Talsgar the Wanderer, Werewolf Hunter
Date: 2012-09-25 09:43 pm (UTC)See, in my game, I was playing a Companion DB. I had the Ring of Hircine with me, and liked using wolf shape to get from place to place quickly without using fast travel.
There was just one problem.
Every time I changed and took off -EVERY SINGLE TIME- somehow, sooner or later, Talsgar the Wandering Bard would find me. I don't know how he managed it. He'd come charging out of nowhere, sword a-swingin', with a cry of "Werewolf!", and since I didn't particularly want to murderize him, I'd have to sprint as fast as I could for the nearest town/cave/what would you, and hide in the bushes somewhere until he went away.
So yeah, basically, what I'm asking for is a Talsgar who, for whatever reason (I don't know, maybe the DB ate his lute or something) has become Inspector Javert for this one particular werewolf and is obsessed with tracking it down, while said male or female DB is basically 'Dude, what the hell is your damage?!' about the entire affair.
Bonus points for turning up in increasingly unlikely locations. Such as the Thalmor embassy. And the Throat of the World.
And the bathtub.Re: Talsgar the Wanderer, Werewolf Hunter
Date: 2012-09-26 05:18 pm (UTC)Talsgar: (::looking around::) Dude, where's my lute?
DB: (::spits a few splinters to the side, flosses with a string::) No clue, bro. Try getting an accordion next?
Talsgar: (::suspicious glare::) Did you eat my lute?
DB: Eat a lute? Who, uh, who does that? (::burps in C major::)
Talsgar: Diiiediediediedie lute killer die!
If I had time, I'd try to write something for you, since I totally needed that giggle.
Re: Talsgar the Wanderer, Werewolf Hunte
Date: 2015-02-24 08:03 am (UTC)*dies laughing*
Re: Talsgar the Wanderer, Werewolf Hunter
Date: 2013-05-23 06:41 pm (UTC)Werewolf Hunter 1/?
Date: 2013-06-04 12:52 am (UTC)characters: m!db, talsgar
relationship: gen
kink: crack
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"Talsgar! Talsgar the Wanderer..." Talsgar declared to his reflection, then added in a dramatic whisper, "Werewolf Hunter." He did this every day. It prepared him for the day or night ahead. He couldn't go around shouting about his werewolf related activities, but he thought whispering it added a sense of exciting intrigue, anyhow.
He usually avoided settlements unless his work took him there, preferring to camp; it kept him away from nosy strangers, fitted with his cover story of being the wandering bard who played for the common man on the road, and kept him in tune with the nature around him. It was important to feel the land, so he would know when something was off- if something was a little more lupine that it should be. Nevertheless, if he was lead to a town he would welcome the opportunity to sleep in a warm bed, enjoy the food and mead, and subtly gather information from the locals and guests on his quarry.
Today he awoke in Vilemyr Inn in Ivarstead. He'd spotted one particular werewolf several times now. Well, more accurately he'd been tracking this particular werewolf for some time. There was something different about it. It seemed... focussed? Intellient? Almost purposeful... it was not simply hunting for food or sport. It was always going somewhere. Some interesting places, too. He'd tracked it to numerous ancient ruins, barrows, near several cities. And recently it had seemed to be heading for Ivarstead. The only reason anybody went there was to take the pilgrimage up the seven thousand steps that lead to High Hrothgar. What business does a werewolf have with the Greybeards? he pondered. He felt absurd asking himself such a question, but he would not be Skyrim's officially sanctioned, top secret werewolf hunter if he shied away from conspiracy.
Today, he was Talsgar the Wanderer... Werewolf Investigator.
Re: Werewolf Hunter 2/?
Date: 2013-06-04 12:59 am (UTC)Okay, two days. It would be better to get rid of the hangover and start fresh the next morning. Can't have the Dragonborn giving a bad impression while on business. Hair-of-the-dog usually helped and to be fair, he wasn't feeling hungover any more. Can't feel hungover while you're drunk, can you?
The door to the tavern opened and in swept an unusually tanned Nord man with pale hair and a clear penchant for the dramatic. He seemed to pose for a second as though allowing the room to survey his entrance, until a tankard flew in his direction and a woman yelled at him to shut the damn door. Ungahrm, who had temporarily forgotten the presence of Temba Wide-Arm, attempted a half-lunge, half-dive-roll to a position of cover behind the fire pit. He did not want to be on the receiving end of another rant about her problem bears. He could take down the bears for her, easily- he was Ungahrm Bjadassen, he slew dragons with naught but his fists! But he thought he'd rather stick with the angry Temba he (unfortunately) knew than succeed in resolving her situation and experiencing her gratitude. He could only imagine, and it made him queasy.
Peering over the stone of the pit, the she-hulk remained safely in the far corner. His woman, though, the sweet Lynly, had left her seat by his to greet this stranger at the door. Ungahrm was not a man to be cuckolded, certainly not before he'd even had a chance to be the... what was a cuckold? Whatever, the Dragonborn was not going to stand for some man with a lute muscling in on his women. Rising impressively to his feet, his towering height and massive frame setting the women of the inn quivering with lust and men trembling in submission, Ungahrm strode intimidatingly over to the pair. Well, he would have done if he wasn't so inebriated.
Re: Werewolf Hunter 2.2/?
Date: 2013-06-04 01:05 am (UTC)Talsgar offered his hand to the Dragonborn and smiled warmly, âAh, the Dragonborn himself! What tales you must have! The best stories are those of adventure. Add dragons... the lady could be onto a good idea, eh friend?â
Ungahrm attempted his best glare and superior tone, âThe lady will have nothing to do with the likes of you, bard. I see you. Leave this place, unless you wish to tangle with the Dragonborn! It won't be a song you want to sing!â
Talsgar gave him a concerned look, for the man was speaking angrily but pulling an odd face. âForgive me, Dragonborn, but it is always a great joy to meet a fellow person of the bardic profession. And a Nord, at that! I meant no ill, allow me to offer you a drink, anything you want!â
âTrying to flash your coin now? She is not so shallow, I have the power of ancient legend behind me, you won't win. How does being a wandering bard even work? Skyrim is massive, I hardly think you run into enough people to make the coin to treat the Dragonborn and his woman.â Talsgar blanched, just for a moment. âThere's something not right about you, bard. I'm watching you.â Ungahrm motioned his first two fingers from his eyes to Talsgar's, allowing his menacing glare to linger while he turned away and tried to sweep his woman with him.
Lynly, however, was prying Ungahrm's heavy arm off her shoulders with a mildly disgusted look on her face. Short of shouting them both out of the tavern, there was not much he could do to save face. âTo Oblivion with you then, wench! The Dragonborn has no time for the follies of bards!â and he furiously meandered his way to his room. From behind the door he could hear the pair begin a gods-damned lute duet, but he could not see the frown that had clouded the Wandering Bard's face. He was not angry for long before he fell into a mead coma, snoring like a hound.
Re: Werewolf Hunter 2.2/?
Date: 2013-06-04 06:38 pm (UTC)Ungahrm Badass is awesome as the ubiquitous drunk Nord Dovahkiin. And I love the added mystery when Talsgar whispers his werewolf hunter status :)
This has the makings of epic crack!
Re: Werewolf Hunter 2.2/?
Date: 2013-06-10 12:01 pm (UTC)And yes Ungahrm is a reference to the unarmed badass by Robbaz on youtube :P
Re: Werewolf Hunter 3/?
Date: 2015-02-23 11:00 pm (UTC)Thing weren’t as simple as that though, the Greybeard Arngir told him. Had to ‘mediate’. Sober! Well, they served some brandy but Ungahrm was warned not to drink the whole carafe himself again or the Greybeards would shout him off the mountain and let the gods decide his fate.
To make matters worse everyone was quartered in High Hrothgar, a spectacularly dull place to spend the evenings, even with the challenge of sweet talking the Thalmor woman Elenwen. She had called him some long words and never smiled, but she seemed as bored by this place as he was so she was alright in his book. Although she was the one with a book. She had added his name to it, whatever it was. He assumed she’d be looking him up after all this tedium was over so he let her be for the time being, feeling characteristically pleased with himself.
Well, he would have to find his fun elsewhere while the job at hand continued.
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Lynly wrapped her furs tighter around herself as she crossed the mountain hamlet for a night of work at the inn. Despite the biting wind, she had a spring in her step and was looking forward to enjoying an evening of stories and song. After the scene with the Dragonborn the other night, he had bade her a dramatic farewell as he left to climb the seven thousand steps on business. Honourable and vital though his work was, the man was a drunken oaf, and she was happy the inn had been free from his trouble for the past two nights, and long may it continue.
On bustling herself inside she gratefully warmed herself by the fire, only to see a familiar heap of nordic muscle slumped on the other side of the pit. She didn’t need to move the cooking pot from the heap’s head to know who it was.
Re: Werewolf Hunter 4/?
Date: 2015-03-13 11:27 am (UTC)--
“What do you know of the Dragonborn, pilgrim?”
Barknar looked up from his mead into the face of the tanned Nord, fixated intently on his. "O-...only what the legends tell us. Born of dragon soul, they will return one day, when the Greybeards call upon them from their mountain... as they seem to have done."
The man leaned closer, resting his forearms on the back of the chair which he was straddling, directly opposite the Nord ranger who only wanted to enjoy the inn after a day of walking the steps. "No, no... of the man! He who has slept in these very walls!"
Barknar took a big swig from his tankard. "Oh... I met him once. He is... a true Nord. Strong. As good a hero as the legends would have it." He bit off a large hunk of bread and gave the unconvinced looking bard a thumbs up. He supposed he wanted more of a story for a song, but he was giving off a slightly manic vibe.
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"Guard! The Dragonborn, tell me what you know."
The patrolman rubbed his hands together for warmth and looked at the wild-haired speaker. "Oh, you're that bard. There a song in it for me?"
"Er, sure. A Stormcloak as yourself would like some Nord heritage, yes?"
The soldier waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, gods no. We get enough of that with all the Greybeard fans around here. Know anything dirtier?"
The colour in the already brown Nord's face rose, making him look rather absurd with his white hair against the snow covered mountains behind him. The guard laughed and patted him on the arm roughly. "Ha ha, relax, bard. Yeah the Dragonborn's been round here. Been fined a few times for drunken behaviour. Nearly locked him up last time for pissing on that barrow over there. He said he was dealing with the ghost. Ghosts can't cross a circle of Dragonborn piss, apparently, haha!"
The man sighed and left.
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Talsgar observed the Dragonborn out of the corner of his eye from the corner of the inn. How could the prophesied hero of Skyrim be such a... buffoon? The legends painted a picture of a True Nord to save the land, and most Nords liked a drink but... the saviour of the province, defeater of Alduin, could he really be the man currently drumming up cheers from the inn revellers before walking the firepit?
It must be a façade, he concluded. It made no sense for the revered Dovahkiin to be the type to offer to walk the pit on his hands if all the ladies of the inn flashed their bosoms. He must be here to monitor my movements. There was crashing and a great cheer as the pots and pans came down around the singed Dragonborn.
Talsgar's face darkened as he supped his mead, contemplating the Dragonborn's doubts over his existence as merely a travelling bard. This Ungahrm was not on the Empire's payroll, fate had chosen him. He shuddered to think why the Gods or the Greybeards would be interested in his activities, but his job was to hunt werewolves for the protection of the realm, and it must remain secret! He would have to be careful around this Dragonborn.
There was a whoosh as a shirt caught alight on the fire pit, and a half-naked hero stood atop a chair tower screaming, "What year is it?! It's the YEAR OF THE DRAGONBOOORN!"
Whoomph. Trousers made a different sound.