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Old Scales 13/?
Date: 2013-02-07 01:16 am (UTC)There was a lot for the old solider to take in tonight.
He was now part of the Companions, one of the most honorable fighter guilds across Skyrim, and was no part of a family. A family that also had some werewolves in it apparently… warring werewolves apparently that were divided over wither or not the wolf blood was a gift or a curse.
“Interesting” He said into the night sky.
It was really interesting. Being a soldier he had seen lots of fighting and plenty of war like things. And being a priest he had experienced a taste of the unique insanity priests faced with infrequent visions of gods, futures and the occasional early demise. But werewolves? That was something not totally crazy but still interesting.
“Maybe I’ll get these old bones to stay a bit longer” He said, leaning back in his chair.
He looked back at the moon and wondered if he would be singing songs to it soon as a beast. Then again he’d probably would have to stay for a few years before they even considered sharing this cursed/blessed werewolf blood.
But first thing was first, he reached out and took a bottle of mead from the table left out by someone and uncorked it.
He was going to have a drink and enjoy it before he got to work.
He had a list of favors he owed people, and while Companions were fun and all, but the list was getting ridiculous and he needed to do something about it. He decided to start first thing in the morning.
For now, he’d enjoy his mead and the company of the moon.
~*~
The next morning, despite throbbing headaches, mysterious bruises and complete black outs from the previous night, all members of the Companions were up and ready for work the next morning.
“Gods, my head” Njada groaned, hangover draught in her hand.
There were several grunts of acknowledgement as all the Companions tried to get themselves pepped up for the long day of work. And when that didn’t work, more hangover draughts were brought out and passed around.
While waiting for Kodlak to show up with work to be passed out, Vilkas managed to work through enough of his headache to note that Gunnar wasn’t there. He vaguely wondered where the old warrior was. However he wasn’t allowed to mediate on where the older man was long before the harbinger came with work.
Vilkas would be sent to Markarth to help deal with one of the many dragon menaces that had popped up. Fighting a dragon would certainly be an interesting endeavor to take on… but…
“Kodlak, where’s Gunnar?” Vilkas asked.
“Said that he had some other business to do and would back in a few days” Kodlak said, holding a note with the job information out to Alea as she struggled to chug the rest of her draught.
“Oh…” Vilkas sighed before trudging downstairs to pack.
He didn’t want to admit that he would miss the old man… but he would. Especially since now being a member of the Companions he could travel with the others on jobs and such.
The knight vaguely wondered what business could draw the older man away before finishing up with his packing and leaving for Markarth.
~*~
Gunnar yawned as Irileth tried to pep her soldiers up for fighting a dragon. She really was doing a good job, but no matter what he didn’t want to fight a dragon.
He tried to focus and pay attention, but he soon found himself drifting. The older man looked around and found Vilkas walking by.
“Hey pup!” He smiled. He chuckled inwardly as the thought that pup actually suited him
Vilkas snapped his head Gunnar’s way, eyes wide in shock. But then his cheeks puffed in indignation and he turned back towards the gate. He gave a curt wave of his hand and continued about his way.
He laughed and turned back to Irileth. At the very least he had that stubborn Vilkas to go back too after his list had been tamed.
“Alright, let’s move out” Irileth said.
“After you housecarl” Gunnar said.
The dark elf gave him a look and then started running. He followed after her with the soldiers following him. They were off to the Western watch tower.
Re: Old Scales 13/?
Date: 2013-02-07 02:20 am (UTC)And when is the stupid "pup" going to talk to his silver fox, eh? *rolleyes* and *thwacks Vilkas on the back of the head*
Re: Old Scales 13/?
Date: 2013-02-07 06:44 am (UTC)ahh Gunnar :) and his interaction with Vil.... *giggles* XD
Old Scales 14/?
Date: 2013-02-08 12:59 am (UTC)Gunnar had haunted his mind all the way to Markarth, while he was fighting the dragon, and then the journey home. It was like an addiction and there was no remedy to it other than the man himself and Vilkas still wasn’t sure if Gunnar was into men. Besides, he had been so cold to him that the old man probably thought the knight hated him.
Sighing, Vilkas entered Jorvashkr… greeted by Gunnar stripped to the waist with his torso wrapped in blood stained linen strips. Athis was wrapping another layer atop the others, looking worn.
The old man looked like he had just gone through Oblivion, his eye bloodshot and marked with a sleepless shadow. He sipped mead and winced when ever Athis tugged hard.
“What happened?!” He yelped. He left his things by the doors and rushed to Gunnar’s side.
The shock of seeing Gunnar injured made Vilkas completely forget about trying to push the man. His sudden affection seemed to have shocked them all, as all three of the men had widened eyes.
“I-I mean… what the hell hurt you” Vilkas corrected quickly.
“Dragon” Gunnar sighed. He sucked down the last of his mead “And a legend come true”
“Huh?”
“Seems our friend here is something straight from Nord legends” Athis added.
“Straight from… what?”
“Apparently I’m the all mighty Dragonborn, Dovahkiin, master of the Voice” Gunnar muttered “User of the Thu’um”
As if remembering something painful, Gunnar nearly doubled over in pain, cursing in some strange language that made the room tremble slightly.
“Right, and master of using some power you’re not used too and sending your dumbass into rubble” Athis grumbled, gently stroking the older man’s back despite his harsh words.
“Alright” Vilkas snapped “Someone start from the top and tell me what in the hell is going on”
“Alright pup” Gunnar sighed. He patted the seat next to him and after a moment’s hesitation he obliged the older man.
“It all started with my mother and father” Gunnar started with a grin
Athis and Vilkas promptly struck him upside the head, which only made the old Nord laugh.
“Alright, alright!” He laughed “It all started with that watch tower”
~*~
When the tale was said and done, Athis made the old man take a health potion and took away his mead
“It’ll thin the blood and make you bleed more” The dark elf explained to the pouting Nord “And I don’t want to have to haul you unconscious ass to bed, again!”
Gunnar pouted some more but then choked down his health potion.
“So… you got your wounds not from fighting in close combat with a dragon, but apparently ‘Shouting’ with enough force to knock you back into a pile of rubble that collapsed on you” Vilkas sighed, chugging a bottle of mead much to Gunnar’s cringe.
“Yeah” Gunnar grinned.
“Dumbass” Vilkas muttered.
“Thanks, love you too pup” Gunnar grinned, laughing when Vilkas spat out his mead.
“Well, at least now you know better, after studying with the Greybeards for those few days” Athis pointed out, shoving another health potion into Gunnar’s hands.
“Yeah, they taught me a few things and promised a few more if I returned with some horn from a cave” Gunnar sighed, swallowing the bitter drink in one go.
“Are you?” Vilkas asked, trying not to sound like he really didn’t want the old warrior to go.
“Aye, but there’s no way anyone’s going to let me out of here without someone watching my back” Gunnar smiled, giving Athis a look “So I was waiting for the Circle to come back to see if I could drag anyone with me”
“Take Vilkas, judging by that dragon skull he’s better then you at dragon hunting” Athis said “ Fabled dragon slayer”
“You little” Gunnar growled playfully, but then the elf’s words seemed to have sunk in because he turned to Vilkas with a grin.
“Actually, that’s perfect! What do you say pup?” Gunnar asked, beaming.
Have you ever been faced with a perfectly aged and stunning handsome man, giving you a perfect smile and asking something of you that you actually want? No? Good because Vilkas’s will crumbled completely at the sight.
“S-sure” He sighed.
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Date: 2013-02-08 01:33 am (UTC)Re: Old Scales 14/?
Date: 2013-02-08 10:03 am (UTC)and Gunnar is perfect!
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Date: 2013-02-08 09:35 pm (UTC)Re: Old Scales 14/?
Date: 2013-02-08 11:00 pm (UTC)More coherent comment later, maybe.
Old Scales 15/?
Date: 2013-02-09 01:53 am (UTC)Gunnar had broken several of his ribs, some rather nasty cuts and bruised a few of his organs in his accident, which meant that he was confined to his bed all the time. If he needed to move at all someone had to help support his weight so he didn’t worsen his injuries.
This is where the Companions came in. Someone had to be at his side all the time to help him sit up, get him to drink health potions, made sure he ate, help him to the chamber pot and then help him get dressed. And while the girls were jumping up and down for the chance, Kodlak said that to prevent any sort of ‘mishaps’ only the male Companions would help.
This meant for Vilkas, life was living hell.
Sure Tovar, Athis, Skjor and Farkas were there to help divide the duties, but at one point he would be there helping him try to do every day things. He actually couldn’t wait for them to go traveling so he wouldn’t have to be asked to do... things.
His plan was of course shot out the window when the first morning of his day of helping him happened. The knight walked down the stairs and into the whelp room, and found Gunnar on his bed, staring dejectedly up at the ceiling. The old warrior looked rather… depressed and for a moment Vilkas felt sorry for him.
But then Gunnar looked to the side and noticed Vilkas standing there and a big grin made its way across his face.
“Morning pup, ready for a day of hell?” He asked quite amicably.
Vilkas sighed.
“Don’t worry, I’m not much trouble” Gunnar smiled “And I’m pretty sure I only need a week more of recovery before we can get on the road”
“Right, what’s first?” Vilkas asked.
“Need to change the bandages, so come help me up” Gunnar grunted, wincing as he shifted slightly.
Vilkas went to the older man’s side and gently wormed one of his arms behind Gunnar’s broad shoulders. Then gently, he helped the old man sit up though despite their gentle efforts the old man still groaned in pain as he sat up fully and pushed the blankets out of the way.
“Shit, that hurts” He groaned, but still pointed out where the linen strips were being held.
They were easy enough to change, the bloodied strips easier to rid of, but Vilkas was horribly distracted the entire time. Why? Because someone had thought it would be a good idea to leave the older Nord in nothing but his breechcloth, so the knight had to deal with looking at the cursed fabric and wondering what lay beneath them.
Once that was done, Vilkas had a growing erection and a long day of helping the old man.
“Thanks pup” Gunnar smiled as the new bandages were finished off.
Vilkas merely grunted, trying to keep blood from rushing to his cheeks or running south.
“Don’t suppose that I could pester you to grab that water skin?” Gunnar asked innocently, pointing at one that had been left by Athis’ bed.
Vilkas complied, trying his hardest not to walk like he was burning with desire. The knight gave the old warrior the skin and was about to excuse himself to settle his problem. But then Gunnar took the skin, popped the cork and then wrapped his lips around the opening.
Vilkas lost all ability to think and simply watched.
He became lost in the way that Gunnar’s throat moved each time he swallowed, the way his lips remained sealed around the opening, and the small wet noises he made as he swallowed. It almost made the knight wonder what else the old man could do with his mouth…
“I-I… I’ll be right back” Vilkas managed before fleeing the room.
Gunnar looked confused, looking from the skin to the door Vilkas had fled and then back to the skin. However, when Vilkas came back a few moments later, his face hardened and looking rather angry, Gunnar just smiled knowingly.
“Something wrong pup?”
“Nothing, now what else do you need old man” Vilkas snapped.
“Nothing much, but how’s about you help me wipe off some of this sweat?” Gunnar asked with a mischievously arched eyebrow.
Gunnar laughed when Vilkas ran again.
Re: Old Scales 15/?
Date: 2013-02-09 01:09 pm (UTC)Looking forward to more of this!
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Date: 2013-02-09 07:29 pm (UTC)ANON NEEDS THIS LIKE SHE NEED AIR
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Date: 2013-02-10 01:19 am (UTC)Old Scales 16/?
Date: 2013-02-09 11:41 pm (UTC)The old man had done nothing but tease him until Vilkas finally got the nerve to toss in a little extra bit into Gunnar’s health potions. Now the old man was deeply asleep, and as much as the knight wanted to just admire the man’s handsome visage when it wasn’t teasing him into a tizzy, he really needed the time to clean up a bit and set his thoughts straight.
He picked up bits of blood stained linen strips, empty potion bottles and the dishes from their lunch. He had just come back from giving Tilma the dishes and got back to the room to notice that the old man wasn’t sleeping so peacefully anymore.
Gunnar had broken out in a sweat that beaded on his sun kissed skin, his good eye screwed shut in what looked like pain and his lips slightly parted as he groaned in pain. His large body twitched and fidgeted as much as his pained wounds would let him.
“Are you awake, Gunnar?” Vilkas asked, wondering if the old man had bothered his wounds.
The old Nord only groaned again. He was still asleep, so what was wrong with him?
Vilkas knelt by the old warrior’s side and pressed the back of his hand against that sweaty forehead. It felt cold and clammy not feverish, so that meant it wasn’t his wounds bothering him. So what had the old man so worked up? Nightmares?
“No” Gunnar moaned.
“No?” Vilkas asked softly. A man as experienced as Gunnar probably had something or two that haunted him till this day, so it probably was nightmares “What’s wrong Gunnar?”
“D-don’t… captain… I can’t” Gunnar groaned, brow furrowed deep.
“What can’t you do solider?” Vilkas asked. Maybe if he just rolled with it, he could find out what haunted him.
“I c-can’t kill… those” He took a shuddering breath in “I can’t kill those kids”
What?
“Please… please don’t make me” Gunnar begged.
Who could have ordered Gunnar to kill children? What sick bastard would ever do that? But first of all, what was Gunnar doing that required that sort of action?
“Won’t… kill you first…”
Vilkas hesitantly reached out and stroked the old man’s stubble covered cheek. It seemed to sooth him, his pained expression softening slightly.
“Sorry captain…” He sighed before he softly whispered “…I told you I wouldn’t”
Gunnar went completely silent and Vilkas just sat there watching him for the longest time.
Sometime later Skjor offered to change places and Vilkas gratefully went to go get a drink before turning in for the night.
When Gunnar awoke he found Skjor sitting by his bedside. He was completely unaware of the nightmare he had had, but felt a few old wounds aching slightly and decided to go easy on his fellow veteran.
~*~
A week later Gunnar was his old self, joking and teasing everyone. His wounds had patched up perfectly and he was rearing to get out of bed. He seemed in high spirits as he waited for Vilkas to pack up some things needed for a long bout out in Skyrim’s wilderness.
“Come on pup!” Gunnar called from upstairs as Vilkas packed for their journey “We’re burning day light!”
Vilkas grumbled and complied, finished off what he would need before slinging his pack over his shoulder and heading up to meeting the beaming old warrior. Seeming him so chipper and ready to go almost made Vilkas forget that one moment the old warrior sounded so weak and vulnerable.
Almost
“Ready pup?” Gunnar grinned.
“Yeah” Vilkas said.
“What? Change your mind about traveling around with little old me?” Gunnar teased.
“No, let’ go old man” Vilkas shoot back.
That got him another heartwarming smile before Gunnar set out with Vilkas following after him. Vilkas gave a few parting words to the others as they left, feeling a small tinge of pride as he noted the jealous eyes of the lot.
Together they left Jorvashkr, walked right out of Whiterun and then into the wilderness.
~*~
“Why would the Greybeards send you all the way out here?” Vilkas asked the old man as they stood before Ustengrav.
“Cause this is where the horn is” Gunnar grinned.
“Are you sure?”
“Nope”
“Then let’s get on with it” Vilkas sighed.
(And our first glimpse of Gunnar’s past! But shall it be one of none of one of a few? Tell me and I might just sneak in a few more or maybe even a flashback or two)
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Date: 2013-02-10 10:06 am (UTC)Very good chapter, nice tender moment and they will finally be working together - haha I'm so happy :D
Old Scales 17/?
Date: 2013-02-10 09:43 pm (UTC)“Wonder what killed them?” Vilkas asked as Gunnar went through their pockets.
“Hmm… probably each other judging by these cuts” Gunnar said as he pocketed the last septuim “Crude… clumsy even…”
He stood up and listened a moment.
“Mages about, be careful pup”
“I can handle myself” Vilkas defended.
“Still, mages are tricky to deal with, I don’t want to see you get hit with a ball of fire or struck with lightning”
They pressed forward down the stairs and entered a chamber. At the far end of the chamber were two mages fighting against two bandits.
Gunnar cursed softly and pulled Vilkas behind a pillar.
“What do we do?” Vilkas whispered.
“Hmm” Gunnar scratched his chin in thought for a moment before unsheathing his large great sword. Very cautiously he peeked from behind the pillar.
Seeing no harm in it, Vilkas did the same from a crouch, wondering what the old man was thinking. Even a man of Gunnar’s caliber would have to be suicidal to take a mage head on, so simply rushing in there was simply out of the question.
The mages defeated the bandits, no really surprising. After fixing their robes like nothing had happened they ventured away from the scene of the battle and started towards a room off to the side. Likely to join their friends or look for any more wayward bandits.
Gunnar tensed slightly and lifted his sword, teeth clenched together in concentration and Vilkas vaguely wondered if he should have gotten out of the way.
One of the two mages caught up to the second and they began speaking in quiet tones. Standing together they were about to head into the hallway leading out, when they paused and then one moved in front of the other. That was when Gunnar took two hurried steps forward and tossed his greatsword with all his might.
The sword went slicing through the air, making the faintest whisper and going far too fast for the mages to even have noticed before the huge sword impaled both of them and then continued hurtling the lot inside the hallway. When the rather satisfying thunk of the sword likely impaling the hallway wall, Gunnar let out a grin and then went to go get his sword.
“…And did you know that would work?” Vilkas asked.
“Absolutely not, but it was pretty damn cool that it did didn’t it?” Gunnar smirked over his shoulder.
“For an old man you sure have the heart of a youngling” Vilkas sighed.
“What was that pup?”
“You heard me!”
After the first chamber had been looted of everything of value, they moved on into the hallway and then were faced with another set of stairs. This was one had a mangled mage corpse near the top and the another along with a Drauger corpse at the bottom. The sound of mages’ voices mingled with the gurgled grunts of the Drauger as the sounds of the two fighting came from just beyond.
“Sounds like fun” Gunnar grinned, pulling the last blooded coin from the dead mage “Ready to go?”
“We’re going to fighting them head on?” Vilkas asked skeptically.
“No, I’m gonna try something reckless”
He rushed down the stairs, Vilkas trying to keep up, and then hooked the sharp turn that lead into the room where the mages and the Drauger were fighting. The old warrior came to such an abrupt stop at the door that Vilkas crashed into his back and was sent arse first to the ground.
“Fus, RO!”
It seemed that the very foundation of the structure shook with the power of Gunnar’s voice. And as the echo of his voice slowly drifted through the building, a sort of deafening silence came over the air.
“HA!” Gunnar’s booming voice shattered the strange silence “I didn’t get tossed back this time!”
Vilkas peered around the old man to see that the bodies of the mages and of the Drauger were strewn about the floor of the next room, all dead.
“What, gonna sit there all day pup? Come on!” Gunnar grinned, holding out a hand for Vilkas.
Vilkas just shook his head and then took the offered hand.
This certainly was the start of an interesting adventure.
(Alright, so a good point was brought up in the comments and I’d like to know what you guys think, should I kill or keep Kodlak?)
Re: Old Scales 17/?
Date: 2013-02-11 01:53 am (UTC)Re: Old Scales 17/?
Date: 2013-02-11 02:21 am (UTC)Oh, and please keep going, itz good
Re: Old Scales 17/?
Date: 2013-02-11 02:53 am (UTC)When Kodlak dies it always seemed to me that Vilkas kind of blames the Dragonborn for his death, so it would be interesting to see how Gunnar would react to that.
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Date: 2013-02-11 10:00 am (UTC)Re: Old Scales 17/?
Date: 2013-02-11 05:46 pm (UTC)Kodlak must die... :( it's important for the characters. Plus there is always the burden of guilt to bear. After Skjor's death, the DB usually goes off with Aela,hunting Silver Hand, which is a direct cause for Kodlaks death. The characters need to face that knowledge and deal with the consequences.IMHO
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