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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)
Re: Old Scales 16/?
Date: 2013-02-10 12:07 am (UTC)Re: Old Scales 16/?
Date: 2013-02-10 01:33 am (UTC)Re: Old Scales 16/?
Date: 2013-02-10 10:19 am (UTC)But seriously dear Author - don't let us manipulate you into anything - this is your story and write it as you see fit - I'm pretty sure that most of us will still like it no matter what direction you'll chose.
Re: Old Scales 16/?
Date: 2013-02-10 03:58 am (UTC)Re: Old Scales 16/?
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.
Re: Old Scales 17/?
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
Re: Old Scales 17/?
Date: 2013-02-11 07:30 pm (UTC)Re: Old Scales 17/?
Date: 2013-02-11 08:07 pm (UTC)Old Scales 18/?
Date: 2013-02-11 10:21 pm (UTC)They stumbled upon a room filled with old urns and ancient embalming tools. After picking the place clean of treasure Gunnar looked around a bit and happened across a slightly raised, rough door shape in the wall.
“Looks like we might use this later on” Gunnar said.
How he knew was a mystery so Vilkas simply shrugged it off.
They looked around a bit until they found a way leading further into the ruins. Despite his past history of brashness, Gunnar advised cation.
“Bandits, mages and Drauger, something ain’t right” He muttered as they silently made their way further in.
They came across a chamber and the moment they stepped through the door’s threshold a coffin along the way popped open and a Drauger stumbled out. It’s hollow eyes rolled around until it met them and then the creature spat out a series of garbled words before pulling out a sword and charging them.
The knight and the old warrior unsheathed their own respective weapons and charged the creature. However, as soon as they came close another Drauger, seemingly stumbling into existence, that lifted his hand and started spraying a fount of ice like a mage.
“He’s mine!” Gunnar yelled, smiling manically as he went after the magic using Drauger.
Vilkas didn’t have time to question the old man’s sanity, because the first Drauger was now swinging haphazardly at him. He had his shield yes, but the bag of bones wasn’t giving him much of an opportunity to swing back, forcing him to defend himself.
“Shit” He cursed.
There was no way he was going to give Gunnar another reason to tease him. He was no going to lose to a man that had already lost to death!
Vilkas pushed forward, when the Drauger swing again this time the bag o bones was staggered backwards, giving the knight all the time he needed to thrust forward with his sword. His blade sliced clean through the Drauger’s neck, taking the zombie’s head straight from his shoulders.
The decapitated skull went flying through the air before landing next to Gunnar’ feet with a thud. The old man only grinned at the knight, brushing the thinnest bit of front from his shoulders. The magic using Drauger lay in a diced heap a bit away.
“What took you so long pup?” Gunnar grinned.
“…Let’s go” Vilkas fumed, storming past the old man who only chuckled.
Looking around they found a set of stairs that lead to a room that had a bridge that went across the room that they had just fought in. From there the bridge went into a room that held some stairs that lead to a large set of iron doors.
“Someone left me a present” Gunnar said, picking up a dusty bag of gold that someone had left by the doors.
“These lead further in?” Vilkas asked.
“Yep, so I guess now would be the time to see if you’re willing to go or if you want to go back”
“You won’t scare me off that easily”
“Good call, let’s go pup” Gunnar smiled.
They pushed open the doors and advanced.
~*~
(time jump)
~*~
“This place is a death trap” Vilkas said, looking over his shoulder to make sure no spider was following them “This horn had better be worth it”
Gunnar pulled the switch and the iron gate blocking their path screeched upward. As soon as the ancient mechanism had managed that they advanced forward.
The stone structures rising from the water startled them, but by that point they were probably too tired to fight anything else had it been a threat. Fighting Drauger, Frostbite spiders and fighting with traps had the tendency to do that.
Vilkas was looking forward to some well deserved rest after this, even if he had to drag the old man all the way back to Whiterun to do it.
Gunnar dashed forward and then let out a rather annoyed grunt.
“What?”
The old warrior raced forward to a stand that looked like it would normally house the horn, only for a note to be where the horn would have gone.
“Someone has a lot of explaining to do” Gunnar growled, opening the note.
He read it for a second before hastily folding back up and stuffing it back in his bag.
“We’re off to Riverwood!”
Re: Old Scales 18/?
Date: 2013-02-12 03:55 am (UTC)Old Scales 19/?
Date: 2013-02-13 12:31 am (UTC)“Hey pup, watch your step”
Vilkas stumbled over an odd stone and one wrong step sent him falling forward. But the old warrior quick as a fox reached out and grabbed his arm.
“Silly pup, I told you so” Gunnar chuckled.
“Thanks” Vilkas grunted, righting himself and trying not to enjoy the strength of Gunnar’s large hand gripping his arm. He almost protested when the hand left him.
He realized that blood was flowing the wrong way and his cheeks felt a bit warmer than they should have. Gods this man roused him without even trying.
“S-so” Vilkas said quickly “What was being a priest like?”
“A priest? Now why would you want to hear about that pup?” Gunnar grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Are you going to tell me or not old man?!” Vilkas snapped.
“Just teasing you pup” Gunnar laughed “But seriously, being a priest was boring”
They paused along the road to let a merchant and wagon by. The merchant nodded and they returned the gesture before walking along as the merchant passed.
“Let’s see, most days I prayed before a statue, ate, prayed some more, ate, prayed some more and then went to sleep” Gunnar said.
“How could you stand it?”
“I wanted it, a quiet lifestyle away from the fighting and for awhile I really enjoyed it” Gunnar said “And then… well a few things happened and I came here, and then that whole Helgen business”
“What happened?” Vilkas pressed.
The knight should have realized that if an open book like Gunnar didn’t immediately spill it that it was something painful to remember. But he wanted to know more about the man, especially after the nightmare episode. Besides, wanting to know what was on the inside distracted him from thinking about the handsome and sexiness outside.
“If it’s okay with you pup, I’d rather not talk about it” Gunnar said, sunny personality suddenly gone.
He was about to protest, but then he saw the deep hurt in Gunnar’s eye and shut his mouth. He had no right to ask the man about something painful, especially after being a complete prick to him their first few weeks.
“Sorry” Vilkas muttered.
They walked in silence for awhile, carefully traveling the cold roads. The silence was… strange but Vilkas didn’t have the heart to ask the old man anything else. Damn, and after he had wanted to start building a relationship with the old man, now it felt like they were back to square one. Maybe he should-
“Being a priest is actually isn’t a safe long term job” Gunnar suddenly said “After awhile priests start… losing their minds”
“What?”
“Turns out trying to draw the attention of the gods usually works” Gunnar sighed “After a few years you start hearing their voices in your head, seeing visions, and in some cases they even get possessed by them”
“…You’ve been possessed by the gods?” Vilkas asked.
“Yeah… a few times actually… it’s not a nice experience and it often leaves your body and mind wrecked for weeks” Gunnar admitted, scratching the back of his head “Not only that but I also started seeing visions so often I had a hard time telling what was real and what was vision”
“That’s terrible!”
“It’s why I came here, because I was hoping to just retire, get away from it all” Gunnar sighed, looking more his age “It just became too much…”
“I’m sorry for asking”
“No, it’s actually nice to tell someone” Gunnar smiled slightly “Though you’ll probably think I’m a raging nut now”
“No” Vilkas said truthfully.
That part of him that wanted to know more about the man felt slightly satisfied, but then it wanted to know more and even if Gunnar was mentally or physically scarred from his years as a priest, it just made him yearn for the old warrior more and he felt a few yearnings to comfort the old man start to shamelessly grow.
“So, why do you think they want you to go all the way to Riverwood?” Vilkas ventured.
“No clue, but they better have the horn or they’re going to deal with a very grumpy old man” Gunnar grinned at his own joke.
Vilkas smiled. He liked this old man not matter what, but some dark voice in the back of his mind voiced his fear
But does he like you?
Re: Old Scales 19/?
Date: 2013-02-13 04:01 pm (UTC)also very interesting concept of priesthood:) Damn, now I neeeeed to know which god possessed Gunnar.
Re: Old Scales 19/?
Date: 2013-02-14 02:41 am (UTC)Old Scales 20/?
Date: 2013-02-14 01:15 am (UTC)Several times it made him blush bright red and Gunnar had laughed himself to tears. And quite a few more times the blood rushed the complete other way and Gunnar laughed at Vilkas’s discomfort, completely oblivious to the real source of the source of discomfort.
It got so bad that the knight nearly cried at the sight of Riverwood.
“Here we are” Gunnar announced.
“Finally” Vilkas sighed.
“What was that pup?”
“Nothing old man”
They walked to the Giant’s Inn and went in to see it empty save the man behind the counter and an older bar maid.
Gunnar went over to the bar maid
“Hello, I’d like the attic room” He said.
Vilkas looked up and saw no attic, so why was the old man asking for it? Was that code or something?
“Attic room eh? We don’t have an attic room, but you can have the one on the left. Make yourself at home” The bar maid said, jerking her thumb towards the indicated room.
“Thanks” Gunnar said, handing her ten septuims before walking over to the room.
Vilkas followed, closing the door behind them. The old warrior plopped down on the bed and sighed deeply.
“I think we’ve been dooped” He said almost dejectedly.
“Really?” Vilkas said sarcastically.
“Really! I mean who here could have gone through those ruins without getting killed by those Drauger?”
“Maybe we missed them”
“Gods, someone out there is running around with the horn and I have no clue who it is!” Gunnar groaned.
The door suddenly opened and the old bar maid walked in. She looked with a judging eye at Vilkas before her eyes settled on Gunnar.
“So you’re the Dragonborn I’ve been hearing so much about” She said before reaching into her pocket and pulling out the Horn of Jurgen Windcaller and holding it out for Gunnar “I think you’re looking for this”
“Yeah, thanks” Gunnar said, taking it. He stashed it in his bag before walking for the door.
“Hey! Wait!” The bar maid said, stepping in his way.
“What?” Gunnar groaned like a child.
“You’re not even interested in why I have the horn?” She asked.
“…no” Gunnar stated so bluntly that Vilkas chuckled.
“At least hear me out, I went to a lot of trouble to get that horn”
“And so did I, if you haven’t noticed” Gunnar said.
“Will you just listen to me?”
“Fine, let me hear it” Gunnar sighed.
“Not here”
“No thank you then”
“Gunnar” Vilkas said, fighting back laughter.
“Oh fine, where do you want me?”
The bar maid beckoned them to follow to what looked like hers or the bartender’s room. When they all three stood in there she glanced at Vilkas
“I’m afraid you’re friend shouldn’t hear this” She said.
“If pup can’t stay then I’m leaving” Gunnar threatened.
“…Fine, close the door”
“Now you’re ordering me around girly? I’m afraid you’re a bit early for that” Gunnar smiled confidently.
The bar maid only stared stunned at them before scowling and going over to the door and slamming it shut herself. She then stormed across the room and opened the wardrobe to open a secret door. She roughly waved them through and both the Companions followed, grinning at each other.
They went down a set of stairs and into a stocked room. On the table was a marked up map and a black bound book. The bar maid went over to the table and leaned against it before glaring at Gunnar.
“The Greybeards seem to think that you’re the Dragonborn. I hope they’re right” She said.
“They Greybeards are right. I am Dragonborn” Gunnar said as though it were obvious.
“I hope so. But you’ll forgive me if I don’t assume that something’s true just because the Greybeards say so” She scowled at him “I just handed you the Horn of Jurgen Windcaller. Does that make me Dragonborn, too?”
“No… and that’s a terrible argument” Gunnar said. She sighed before entirely giving up on the argument.
“What do you want with me?” Gunnar said.
“I didn’t go to all this trouble on a whim. I needed to make sure it wasn’t a Thalmor trap” She sighed again before pushing forward “I’m not your enemy. I already gave you the horn. I’m actually trying to help you. I just need you to hear me out”
“This is going to take a while” Vilkas sighed, already seeing the defiance in the old warrior’s eye.
Re: Old Scales 20/?
Date: 2013-02-14 09:38 pm (UTC)And I love Gunnar like you can imagine. Please A!A update soon; I'm dying to read the rest.
Re: Old Scales 20/?
Date: 2013-02-14 11:10 pm (UTC)Re: Old Scales 20/?
Date: 2013-02-15 09:34 pm (UTC)Please keeping updating dear author!