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Old Scales 26/?
Date: 2013-02-21 02:56 am (UTC)First, Ulfric claimed Gunnar’s attention and Gunnar seemed to lose all interest in all else besides catching up with his friend. And since Galmor and the housecarl stuck to Ulfric like glue, the old warrior had their attention too.
That meant Vilkas was off to the side, sipping miserably from a bottle of mead, trying not to feel jealous that Ulfric had more history with Gunnar nor try to think of the possibilities of the two having been together.
At least by listening to the stories that Gunnar shared, much older than those he had earlier, the knight started sponging up more history of the old warrior.
Like Bless-Shield had come from his parents, who had been warriors turned priests and had become quite famous before disappearing all together, likely having lost their minds. Or that Gunnar has an older brother, though thankfully he was nowhere to be found as Vilkas didn’t want to have to tiptoe around another of the same fine blood as the older Nord. Or even that Gunnar had gone as One-Eye before his soldier service because he had already lost it before hand.
Still, even knowing about the old warrior couldn’t really help his mood, as after each new little tidbit of information Gunnar and Ulfric shared a hearty and close friend laugh and Vilkas felt that much more left out. Gods, why’d Gunnar even bring him here if he was only gonna talk to the Jarl?
“So, why’d you quit being a priest?” Ulfric asked.
“I told you Ulfric, being a priest isn’t healthy on the mind after a few years” Gunnar said “I was seeing some strange things”
“And hallucinating is bad enough to make you of all people quit?”
“I wasn’t just hallucinating… there were… other things…” Gunnar looked up briefly at Vilkas before looking away, probably remembering their own talk about the subject.
However Ulfric still caught that and looked over at the knight. His stormy eyes appraised the knight for a moment before he spoke
“Who’s this?”
“This is pup!” Gunnar said, visibly grateful for the change in subject “He’s with the Companions”
“Ah, yes, I believe that I’ve heard that name somewhere… you did a job here a few months ago right?”
“Yes, Jarl Ulfric” Vilkas said flatly.
“Right, killing a bear that had gotten into one of the farms, quick and clean kill” Ulfric said, not even phased by the rather disrespectful tone.
“Anyone can kill a bear” Galmor said “And just about every warrior out there can do it quick and cleanly”
“Yes, but let’s not forget that pup is still young” Gunnar snapped, smacking Galmor’s thick arm “And besides, he uses a shield mister battleaxe”
Galmor scowled at Gunnar, however, before it could escalate Ulfric interrupted.
“None the less, from what I heard he’s part of the Companions, a very honorable faction of warriors dedicated to honor and glory in battle” Ulfric said.
Vilkas wanted to feel some pride for the compliment, but he was too busy trying not to be jealous of the man.
“And if Gunnar can tell this man about his past that he can tell me, then he definitely deserves praise” Ulfric smirked.
“What?” Vilkas said dumbly.
“Getting things out of him is worth then trying to pull teeth from a dragon” Ulfric scowled playfully, nudging the old warrior in his ribs.
“Hey, I’m an open book” Galmor defended “It’s just I’m not so proud of a few chapters… or they’re too garbled to read”
Ulfric just rolled his eyes and Vilkas allowed himself a small smile of victory.
The old warrior had been willing to share a little bit of those chapters with him, at least.
“Anyway Ulfric, we’re expected back sometime, so unless you’re offering to feed and house us for the night” Gunnar said “We’re heading out”
Vilkas nearly cried in joy. Finally he’d be back to having the old warrior to himself!
“Like I’d let you get away so easily after so many years” Ulfric smiled “Of course I’ll feed and house you for a night”
Vilkas went back to bitterly sipping his drink.
(sorry about the lateness, my muse decided to run off and I had to hunt her down ^^;; But everyone will be happy to know that I’m roughing up the smut scene now and it’s looking good :D Anyways, I’m off for the night!)
Re: Old Scales 26/?
Date: 2013-02-21 04:22 am (UTC)Re: Old Scales 26/?
Date: 2013-02-22 12:20 am (UTC)ps Ulfric is talking about the Companions when Gunnar introduces him, right? Cause if Vil goes by pup elsewhere...
Old Scales 27/?
Date: 2013-02-22 04:16 am (UTC)At least Gunnar was at his one side to make things easier. He laughed and joked, straying from telling stories, and simply tried to ease the tension that was primarily oozing from the knight.
Ulfric was trying to make things harder as he always found a way to say things just right that would get the old warrior straying towards telling a revealing story of a more recent date. And though Gunnar was usually quick with catching himself, the Jarl of Windhelm kept at it.
Finally, after stuffing themselves with food and ale, Gunnar declared that with their early start tomorrow morning, that he and Vilkas needed to head off to bed.
Ulfric first offered a spare room in one of the palace’s wings, but Gunnar refused. He didn’t want to be on one of the chilly rooms of the palace, he wanted a roaring fire over comfort. So the Jarl then offered the floor in front of the kitchen as a joke, Gunnar accepted anyway and refused anything else.
So a few moments later the knight and the old warrior were sprawled out on their bed rolls in front of the kitchen fire.
The old warrior, much to the knight’s delight and bane, had stripped to a pair of trousers and his boots. Vilkas stubbornly remained in his armor until after some nagging from Gunnar he finally stripped to his protective underclothing.
For awhile they simply enjoyed the sound of the fire popping as it ate the remnants of the dinner’s firewood with the faint echoes of Ulfric’s voice as he and Galmor talked of war.
“So pup, what do you think?” Gunnar finally asked, speaking softly.
“About?” Vilkas asked in return.
“Ulfric”
“Ah… proud, stubborn… perhaps a bit near sighted and swept up in his passions” Vilkas said.
“Humph… just like he was back then” Gunnar sighed.
“…Back then when you two were soldiers?”
“Yeah, we were close friends back then”
“So, if you were close friends, why didn’t you tell him about your priesthood?”
“Because… he already knows that I’m… unstable… I didn’t want him thinking that I’m too broken to function” Gunnar sighed.
“I think you’re fine” Vilkas said.
Suddenly the knight felt something rough and warm against his cheek. He looked and saw the older warrior’s fingertips there.
“And that’s why I told ya pup” He heard Gunnar say.
~*~
Sometime later that night, after Vilkas had managed to hid what a simple crease had done to him and Gunnar had finally fallen silent, the knight finally started to drift off into a slight slumber.
He managed to do so for about an hour before Gunnar’s groaning woke him up.
It seemed that another nightmare was plaguing the old warrior’s mind. The knight, as he flipped onto his stomach and lifted himself onto his arms enough to see Gunnar’s dreaming face, wondered if it would reveal a locked part of Gunnar’s past.
“Voices…” Gunnar groaned “Nine voices… in my head”
Vilkas reached out, hesitantly, and touched the older Nord’s aged cheek.
“What are they saying?” Vilkas asked softly.
“Destinies… so many… changing… twisting… too many voices” Gunnar groaned.
Was he dreaming of his time as a priest? When the visions threatened to break his very sense of reality?
“It’s alright old man” Vilkas sighed, stroking the stubble covered cheek.
That seemed to sooth him, as he stopped groaning and relaxed. He remained still for awhile, all the while Vilkas took full advantage and continued to stroke the man’s face, and it seemed that the old warrior had fallen asleep again.
Vilkas was about to do the same, feeling some guiltily pleasure from having soothed the old warrior during a nightmare, and had almost crawled into his bedroll when it happened.
Gunnar seized, his large frame convulsing and his handsome face contorting in pain.
With his eye still shut, it was obvious that he had been claimed by another nightmare, only worse.
Re: Old Scales 27/?
Date: 2013-02-22 09:03 am (UTC)*flaps pitifully and hopes for more soon*
Re: Old Scales 27/?
Date: 2013-02-22 08:35 pm (UTC)Re: Old Scales 27/?
Date: 2013-02-23 12:34 am (UTC)Best dragonborn ever!!!
Re: Old Scales 27/?
Date: 2013-02-23 01:05 am (UTC)Old Scales 28/?
Date: 2013-02-24 07:33 pm (UTC)The old warrior was still curled on his side, clutching his gut and groaning deeply like he had just taken a war hammer blow there. His face was pinched in what appeared to be utter agony, but surely a nightmare couldn’t inflict such pain onto a man, so maybe the older Nord was remembering the pain?
“Gunnar?” Vilkas whispered again, shaking the older Nord’s shoulder firmly.
Gunnar groaned again, a deeply hollow sound at the back of his throat, and muttered something against his bed roll.
“Gunnar? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Vilkas asked him.
Gunnar groaned and curled up further.
The knight tried everything to wake the old man. He tried talking to him, shaking him, lightly smacking his cheeks, tapping his forehead and even holding his nose. But nothing seemed to get through to the old man as he continued to groan and hold his gut.
“Gunnar, please! Wake up!” Vilkas said desperately.
He leaned over the old man’s body and tried to see if he could perhaps catch some of the old man’s mutterings, to see if perhaps it would give him some clue as to what was ailing his dreaming mind this time. The knight had to lean over him to the point that he could feel Gunnar’s harsh breathing against his ear.
“…Out…mine… out…mine…want…here…” It was all the knight could catch, and none of it seemed helpful.
“What do you want out Gunnar?” Vilkas asked close to the old warrior’s ear before quickly leaning down to hear the answer.
“Him…. Out…get… him…painful…” Gunnar managed between his clenched teeth. He coughed wetly and said something quite clearly
“Get Talos out of my head”
Oh…oh… Gunnar seemed to be remembering the time when he was possessed. Vilkas remembered that Gunnar has said that it wasn’t a pleasant experience and it often left him incapacitated for a while after. But… Talos? The old warrior had been evasive about the god he prayed for… but
“It’s alright Gunnar, Talos isn’t here” Vilkas said, trying to focus on the old man.
“My head”
“Talos… isn’t… here” Vilkas said firmly.
“Not… here…” Gunnar groaned.
“Not here” Vilkas repeated.
“Not here? What’s not here?”
Gunnar say up, making Vilkas get off him, looking rather confused. His face was still beaded in sweat and his one eye was bleary with sleep and his short hair ruffled and sticking out in tuffs, but he still looked rather handsome and all the more confused.
“Ah” Vilkas started, not quite sure what to say.
“Okay, I guess first things first, why the hell were you one me” Gunnar quirked an eyebrow and flashed the frazzled knight a large grin “Unless you were trying to take advantage of my sleeping form to”
“GODS DAMN IT YOU PERVERTED OLD MAN!” Vilkas roared, blushing bright red.
“Okay, okay, no need to wake up the entire castle” Gunnar grinned “But seriously, what happened?”
~*~
Gunnar sat looking at the fire, his lone eye reflecting thoughtful thinking.
“So… I was having a nightmare and you were trying to help?” Gunnar asked.
“Yes” Vilkas said.
“And I started talking, right?”
“Yes”
“And you were able to tell what I was remembering because of my talking?”
“Yes”
“…I guess I have some explaining to do” Gunnar grinned weakly.
“You better old man, or I’m never stepping foot out of Jorvashkr with you again” Vilkas threatened.
“Dear gods, I’ll get right on that” Gunnar chuckled.
“Seriously Gunnar” Vilkas sighed “I just found out that your god go choice was Talos and that you’ve been possessed by him before, not to mention that one nightmare you had when you were talking about killing kids!”
“Wha?”
Oh shi…
“While you were recovering, you had a nightmare, you talked in your sleep about killing kids and I think about killing your captain afterwards” Vilkas sighed.
“…oh yeah” Gunnar muttered.
They were silent for a long moment before Gunnar sighed deeply.
“I…I’ll tell you what I can, but as you can guess there are some things that are still just too painful or blurred to talk about, okay pup?”
“It’s probably the best I can get out of you, so I’ll take it” Vilkas said.
Gunnar grinned softly at the knight and scratched at his ruffled hair
“What I’m about to tell you pup… is only known to me, a few handful of people and the dead, so listen closely and carefully”
Re: Old Scales 28/?
Date: 2013-02-25 05:21 am (UTC)Re: Old Scales 28/?
Date: 2013-02-25 04:58 pm (UTC)Re: Old Scales 28/?
Date: 2013-02-26 01:39 am (UTC)Old Scales 29/?
Date: 2013-02-27 01:27 am (UTC)Vilkas would have been lying if he has said that he wasn’t interested in anything Gunnar was willing to share. After all, judging by what Gunnar had said it would basically be a secret between them. It’d be something for them to share.
“Where to start” Gunnar finally muttered.
“Where ever you feel comfortable” Vilkas said, pressing for the old man for details.
“Heh, that doesn’t make it any easier” Gunnar chuckled.
He scratched at his stubble, and then looked around with his good eye nervously before looking Vilkas and sighing. He scratched at his stubble again and opened his mouth again
“DRAGON!”
“Thank the Nine” Gunnar sighed before jumping to his feet and running from the room, grabbing his greatsword on the way out.
Vilkas gaped dumbly at the door before grumbling and following after the strange old warrior.
~*~
The dragon was perched on Candlehearth Hall. It snapped sadistically and playfully at the Stormcloaks that came to shoot it with arrows.
Gunnar, with Vilkas on his heels, rushed right up to where he would be perfectly in the dragon’s perspective. It was a brash and stupid thing to do, but the look in the old man’s eye highly suggested that he wasn’t thinking straight.
“Hey there scaly!” He yelled.
The dragon turned its gaze towards the brazen old man and pulled back it’s scaly lips in a mockery of a smile.
“Such bravado for a human” It growled.
“Such confidence for an overgrown, fire breathing lizard” Gunnar shot back.
“What?!”
The dragon drew back it’s head, ready to breath fire upon the foolish old warrior. But Gunnar only grinned widely before opening his mouth.
“FUS RO!”
The old warrior’s voice rumbled through the air light thunder, but struck the dragon like lightning, sending it tail over horns off the building and onto a (thankfully) clear patch of stone behind the inn. And with the dragon down on soldier level, said soldiers were eager to go after it. The befuddled dragon was victim to a dozen or so bold Stormcloak soldiers and two Companions until it knocked them away with its wings and took to the skies.
“Dragonborn, we will fight again another day” The dragon yelled form the safety of the skies before fleeing into the distance with great haste.
“Ha! I’m so damned good that even dragons won’t face me!” Gunnar laughed at the sky, that bright and sunny smile making the late night feel less like the town was almost victim to a dragon attack.
The Stormcloaks let out a rowdy cheer around them and Gunnar practically glowed under the attention. Seeing the old man beaming, so soon after seeing him suffering through a nightmare and then cagy about talking about his past, it was rather confusing. But seeing him happy again made the knight push all those thoughts aside.
He placed a hand on the older Nord’s shoulder, catching his attention.
“You are going to tell me one day, right old man?”
“Yeah, yeah, I will, gods your worse than a wife”
Gunnar laughed loudly as Vilkas blushed bright red.
~*~
Within a week they were back in Jorvashkr. Gunnar was back to his usual self, laughing, smiling, teasing and generally making everyone want to jump his old bones. And though Vilkas knew better, you would have sworn that the man didn’t have a care in the world.
Actually, he was pretty much back to the Gunnar everyone had fallen for except for one key thing. He was occasionally seen in deep talks with Kodlak, both sounding deadly serious even in hushed whispers and people began to worry.
What could Gunnar possibly want to talk to Kodlak about?
(Hey-o, so someone said that it was starting to drag and well, I finally found a different prompt to get out all my Must-Write-Gunnar-History urges so we’re back to the actual story :D, anyway I should have that prompt up and going soon and as always, enjoy this *shortish* segment)
Re: Old Scales 29/?
Date: 2013-02-27 10:02 pm (UTC)Re: Old Scales 29/?
Date: 2013-02-28 05:15 am (UTC)Old Scales 30/?
Date: 2013-03-01 08:22 pm (UTC)“Yes lass?”
“When was the last time you slept?”
“That last time I closed my eyes”
“And when was that?”
“Umm… two days ago?”
“Gunnar!”
“I’m fine, just trying to solve a problem”
“You need sleep! And when was the last time you ate?”
“About two days ago”
At that point Alea gave up and stormed away from the old man as he smiled innocently. The other Companions just sighed and continued about their work as the old man started to read again.
Something had claimed the older Nord’s mind and it seemed to forbid any rest. He had been going through dusty old tomes and yellowing journals night and day nonstop and nothing anyone could say would stop him.
“You go talk to him Vilkas” Alea snapped at the knight as he and his brother scrubbed mud from a recent job off their boots.
“Why me? You know how he likes to watch me squirm”
“Yes but at least you’ll have his attention” Alea sighed “Besides if he keeps going at this rate he’ll likely kill himself”
“Alea has a point brother” Farkas said “And I can go with you to make you feel better”
Vilkas huffed. Gunnar had been exceptionally playful with him as of late. He took every opportunity to tease and joke with him. The old warrior had even developed a habit of late of swatting his ass rather hard every time Vilkas walked by. And the poor knight, much too flustered to talk to even talk to the old man anymore, had started avoiding him just to get away, which only made matters worse.
“Fine, but I doubt that I’ll be able to get anything from him” Vilkas snapped, trying to quiet that little voice in the back of his head that demanded any attention from the old man.
The brothers gave up on their boots, simply slipping them back on, and went over to where the old man had set up his workplace for the day. The table to his side was stacked with books and journals and bottle of mead.
The old warrior seemed to be intently perusing through the words of the journal in his hands, but when the twins stood before him he peaked and then broke out in a huge grin before putting the journal aside.
“What can I do for you pup? Farkas?”
“Why am I pup?” Vilkas suddenly interjected.
“Because I see you as an adorable pup” Gunnar grinned “And Farkas is well… Farkas”
Farkas grabbed his brother’s arm as the knight tried to retreat and forced him to stand before the old warrior.
“Fine… Gunnar, when was the last time you got any sleep?”
“Two days ago” Gunnar smiled innocently.
“And ate?”
“Two days ago”
“You’re supposed to eat and sleep EVERY day old man, or are you already getting to the age where you’re forgetting those things?” Vilkas snapped.
“I’m not that old” Gunnar sighed, “Besides, I’m working on a problem”
“Surely this problem can let you take care of yourself,” Farkas said.
“It can, but I feel like I’m really close to a solution”
“No buts” Vilkas said firmly “You’re a Companion, as Companions we are supposed to be the best warriors that Skyrim has to offer and if you’re not at your best”
Gunnar let a warm smile spread across his face.
“You’re not going to let it go are you pup?”
“No”
“Alright, I’ll go get some shut eye” Gunnar relented, getting to his feet.
He looked Vilkas right in the eye
“You’re so cute when you worry about me”
Vilkas blushed a bright red
“I was no worried! Alea has been the one”
“I get it pup” Gunnar grinned.
He picked up several of the journals, two of the books and one of the bottles of mead and tucked them under one arm.
“These are for later”
He picked for two of the other bottles and handed them over to Farkas who took them with a slightly confused look.
“Those are yours”
Then he turned back to the still slightly flustered knight. He placed a hand on Vilkas’ shoulder and looked his dead in the eye. The older Nord smiled and the knight couldn’t register the since of dread before that hand on his shoulder was suddenly behind his head and yanking him forward.
Their lips crashed together for but a second before Gunnar let go
“That was mine and I’m off to bed” Gunnar grinned wildly before turning to Farkas “Oh yeah, tell Alea when I wake up I’ll be willing and able to go hunting with her and Skjor”
And with that he left, leaving the frozen knight and a very confused Farkas.
“Ah, Vilkas? Are you alright?”
If only he knew
Re: Old Scales 30/?
Date: 2013-03-02 06:48 pm (UTC)Re: Old Scales 30/?
Date: 2013-03-05 05:02 am (UTC)YOU'RE A KILLING ME A!A!!!
Old Scales 31/?
Date: 2013-03-05 11:25 pm (UTC)“I’ll go on in ahead, try to scatter their attention and then you two come in behind me and strike when their confused” Skjor said.
“That’s suicide and you know it old man” Gunnar said.
“Well, what’s your plan then, older man?” Skjor asked, glaring at Gunnar through the darkness.
“Hmm… we could draw them outside with a distraction, pick them off as they funnel out the doors” Gunnar suggested.
“And what about the people deep inside the fort?” Skjor shot back.
“We’ll make it loud” Gunnar grinned.
“Skjor is right Gunnar” Alea finally piped in “If we get them confused it will be easier for the two of us to go through and deal with them”
“Sigh… fine but you’re going to get yourself killed” Gunnar sighed with fatherly disappointment “So remember to duck”
“Don’t know how, but I’ll think of something” Skjor said before unsheathing his sword “I’ll be back”
Skjor jumped out from behind the trees and charged the fort. Silver Hand members yelled warnings as the old Companion came charging through, killing one of two before heading forward into the fort. Alea and Gunnar watching as he ran, wondering if they’d ever see him again.
“Alright lass, let’s make this count” Gunnar said, unsheathing his sword.
~*~
Vilkas, the miserable little knight, lay face down in his bed trying to quell his blushing as his mind kept repeating the kiss with Gunnar.
It had only lasted a second, and was probably done more as a joke then anything, but his mind kept going back to the small details that happened within that one second.
How warm the older Nord’s lips were against his own, the roughness from them being slight chapped, the slight prickle of the man’s stubble as it brushed against his cheek and the overwhelming wave of Gunnar's natural smell from him being so close. And the shock of it was overwhelming and electric, addicting, and he wanted it again and again.
But he couldn't get flustered by that perverted old man! It had to be another of his teases, another way to watch him squirm. There was no way that a delicious older man like him would be interested in men, let alone someone as young and experienced as the knight. Damn it, and not after Vilkas had made it quite clear that he wasn't interested.
He sighed into his pillow and wished everything was as easy as fighting off bandits or the creatures of Skyrim's wilds.
Knock, knock
"What?" Vilkas groaned loudly into his pillow.
Whoever it was just opened the door and came in anyway, leading Vilkas to believe that it was his brother because no one else would have the audacity to enter his room so boldly.
"Brother?" Farkas asked.
"What?"
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine"
"Are you sure? You ran off pretty quickly after Gunnar left"
"I'm fine brother"
"You're lying"
"I'm not"
Vilkas heard Farkas sigh deeply before stepping closer. The knight's bed sunk under additional weight and Vilkas was unceremoniously shoved aside as his brother made room for himself. Soon the brother's lay side by side on the bed, much like they once had when they were much younger.
"What’s wrong brother? You've been acting strange since Gunnar showed up" Farkas asked his brother.
"I haven't" Vilkas defended hastily.
"You avoid him at all costs, you get flustered every time Gunnar speaks, and you've been unusually quiet and irritable ever since" Farkas noted "And I know you're the smart one, but even I've noticed"
"You wouldn't understand" Vilkas sighed.
"So make me smart breeches" Farkas said, playfully punching his brother.
"...I'm...I...it's too embarrassing" Vilkas muttered.
"What? The old man got some dirt on you or something?"
"No..."
"Then what?"
"It's nothing brother"
"To oblivion it's not! Brother please, tell me what's wrong?" Farkas snapped, smacking his brother upside the head.
Vilkas sighed deeply into the pillow and then lifted his head to look his brother in the eyes.
"I" He started.
Old Scales 31b/?
Date: 2013-03-05 11:29 pm (UTC)"You heard that right?"
The twins were up and on their feet in seconds and rushing up the stairs. The twins rushed for the front doors and threw them back.
It had been raining hard outside, not quite thundering but hard enough to make it look black and bleak outside. They twins peered through the thick veil of night and rain and saw two figures approaching Jorvashkr. As they approached they saw that one was holding the other up, or rather dragging their limp form along.
"Help, please!"
They got closer and the twins saw that it was Gunnar and Skjor and both had red rain dripping off them.
"What happened?" Farkas asked they approached.
"Help"
Vilkas stopped and saw that it wasn't rain pouring down Gunnar's face, but mostly tears from his good eye, his handsome face contoured in agony.
"Gunnar?" Vilkas asked.
Gunnar got closer, working his way up the steps and the twins saw the reason for the old warrior's pain.
There was a sword and several arrows jutting from Skjor's chest. And the old Companion wasn't limp... he was dead.
(Skjor's death made me bawl, who knew that a punch of pixels could do that to someone? Anyway, I'm booked for the rest of the week but I'll try and post this weekend, until then laters)
Re: Old Scales 31b/?
Date: 2013-03-06 12:14 pm (UTC)*sob sob sob*
Plz plz plz bring him back to life!! *wibble*
(Like that glitch thingy that brings him back to jorvaskr after he died.)
WAAAAHH jorvaskr is not the same without SKJOOOORRRRRRR *SOB*
Re: Old Scales 31b/?
Date: 2013-03-07 04:29 am (UTC)Re: Old Scales 31b/?
Date: 2013-03-07 09:21 pm (UTC)Old Scales 32/?
Date: 2013-03-09 02:11 am (UTC)No… for the first time in many years Jorvashkr was silent.
The great mead hall was silent as the heavy rain pounded against the roof. The sheer silence that emitted from the hall made all the citizens in Whiterun on edge and nervous. Not a night had gone by where loud and boisterous noises couldn’t be heard from the old hall. Too hear it so silent…
It grew so disconcerting that a few of the citizens actually ventured towards Jorvashkr, wearing thick cloaks to shield themselves from the rain. However when they got the front doors they saw that the doors were open and no one could be seen in the main hall. However the citizens saw that there was a trail of watered down blood that led to the Skyforge. Following it they found all the Companions there.
None of the Companions had cloaks to keep the rain off their backs, letting the cold droplets ran down their bodies and saddened faces, dripping with war paint, as they surrounded the Skyforge. The oldest Companions, Kodlak, Gunnar and then the old forge master Eorlund were standing the closest. Gunnar and Eorlund were adding something to the Skyforge from small red dishes that made the fire glow a near white hot.
No one dared tread up more than half the steps, fearing to tread on the ritual though they had no clue to what they were doing.
“Bring the body forward” Someone said.
Farkas, the larger of the twins came forward holding a very large, strangely object wrapped in thick cloth and linen. Black tears rolled down his cheeks as his war paint dripped down in rivulets and he strode forward with the strange object. He sniffed miserably down at the thing as he handed it off to Gunnar. Gunnar took the object and carefully tossed into the fire.
Despite the harsh rain, the object caught fire immediately and started burning with a foul stench that was reminiscent of burning flesh, burnt alchemic ingredients and burning cloth.
“Today we commit this soul to Sovngarde” The voice was calm, deep and rich but colored with incredible sadness and age “His life has been filled with honor and glory in battle and we beg the Nine to commit him to the hall of the other great warriors and not the cursed realm of the cursed prince of the hunt”
The prayer was lost on the civilians, but as the fires consumed the body, all the Companions lowered their heads in lament.
~*~
Gunnar had only allowed himself a moment of sadness before he took the authority of a father.
He prepared Skjor’s body for cremation, informed Kodlak of the sad news, and helped Eorlund gather enough fire salts to get the fire hot enough to burn even with the rain. He even said the rites of passage for the old Companion during his cremation.
When the funeral was over he ushered everyone inside. While Kodlak and Eorlund warmed their old bones by the fires, Gunnar made sure that Alea, Farkas, Athis, Ria, Njada, Tovar and Vilkas all got dried and got to bed.
He sat with Alea as she sobbed and wailed miserably, wiping away remnants of her war paint from her face and stroking her back with each agonized scream. And when she had cried herself to sleep he tucked her in, doused the lights in her room and then went to check up on the whelps. While they weren’t nearly attached to Skjor as the older members they were still heart broken by the loss of one of their own and he sat with them for awhile, speaking calmly and soothingly until they went to bed before checking up on the twins.
Farkas and taken a bedroll and was in Vilkas’ room. The twins didn’t want to be alone, and it made it easier for the old warrior to find them both.
“There you are” He said as he entered Vilkas’ room.
The twins had already gotten ready for bed, but both were staring blankly up at the ceiling. Vilkas numbly sat up when Gunnar entered, a small part of him begging for that comfort that the older Nord could provide.
“Are you two alright?” He asked softly.
They both shook their heads.
Old Scales 32b/?
Date: 2013-03-09 02:12 am (UTC)He sighed deeply, unhappily, and just ran his fingers through his short and grey spotted hair. His face seemed to carry another ten years without showing it and his eyes an ocean of torment. And seeing him like that, Vilkas felt obliged to take a seat next to him and his brother.
“It’s… been a long night” Gunnar said after awhile.
Suddenly he slid an arm around each of the twins’ shoulders and pulled them in a bit. Vilkas let his head fall against the older Nord’s shoulders. He inhaled Gunnar’s natural scent and let it calm his agitated wolf.
Soon the knight found tears flowing down his face and sobs wracking his chest and then he felt the full force of Skjor’s lose hit him.
The old Companion had been part of his life for so long. He had been a friend and mentor and now he was dead because of a foolish mistake.
So the knight cried for his lost friend.
(alright… some sadness but Skjor’s death was sad ;__; Anyway I plan to finish this up before I hit post 50, so here I go!)
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