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F!DB + Erik the Slayer "Stupid Horse!" 3/?
Date: 2013-07-25 06:52 am (UTC)Erik nodded, held his breath, and drew back the string of the bow. Taking only a moment to aim, he released. The arrow punctured the sensitive membrane of the dragon's wing near the tip, and the creature howled in anger as it turned its attention on its attacker. Great. Now what?
"Get back!" shouted Rhys as the dragon turned its scaly head towards Erik and let free a gale of icy frost. The farmhand leaped aside and hit the ground just as the spot he had just been standing was engulfed in ice. He clipped his shoulder on a protruding root, but was otherwise unharmed.
"I thought dragons breathed fire!"
"This one's a frost dragon," called back Rhys. "Keep down for a second."
She braced her feet and faced the dragon as it swooped low, heading right for her. Was she mad? Erik was about to call out to her, but then Rhys took a deep breath and shouted in a voice that shook the very hills, "YOL TOOR SHUL!"
Fire exploded from her mouth, and the dragon, blinded, howled in pain. It careened sideways, tumbling over its own wings, and finally crashed into the hills west of the village. Rhys went sprinting towards the dust rising from the site, and Erik hurried after her, bow drawn. By now, villagers were beginning to peer fearfully from their doors, and Erik called back in warning, "Stay inside!"
Stumbling over the ridge, he tripped and nearly fell in shock at the enormity of the downed beast. Wings as big as sails churned the air as Rhys lunged at the beast's exposed side. Its body alone was more than twice the size of the largest mammoth, and each limb was thick as a tree trunk, ending in claws like sabres. And then there was its head. Its horned head was as long as Erik was tall, and its mouth was equipped with two rows of dagger-like teeth as long as his hand. One bite would be enough to rip him in half, should he get too close. Strangely, however, Erik barely felt his fear. With a steady hand, he drew back his bow and aimed for the sensitive shoulder joint where the wings joined the rest of the dragon's body. The dragon roared in pain and whipped around to locate the new source of pain. This momentary distraction gave Rhys the opportunity she needed. Springing from the ground like an enraged feline, she leaped at the dragon with her battleaxe raised and swung it down with a sickening crack just behind its head. The beast screamed once, twitched, then fell limply to the ground.
By the Gods, she had actually done it! Erik let his jaw drop as Rhys slumped to the ground in exhaustion, heaving a sigh of relief.
Then, something strange was happening. Light suddenly began to swirl from the body of the dragon, growing brighter and brighter until its entire body was consumed by it. Then the light was shooting from the dragon's body straight into Rhys'. Erik ran towards her, fearful, but the light was so bright that he couldn't even see the tiny Breton. All around him, the light swirled, and there was a rushing sound. He covered his head, fearing some kind of magical eruption, but then the light was suddenly gone, and Rhys sat up, still glowing but looking only mildly uncomfortable. In front of her, the skeletal husk of the dragon lay unmoving and eerily white with its gleaming, naked bones.
Funny, it didn't seem nearly as big now.
"I can't believe it! You're… Dragonborn!"
Rhys and Erik both looked up. It seems the two guards had finally caught up.
"Aw, shucks, you caught me," quipped Rhys, groaning as she pushed herself up from the ground and dusted herself off. Erik finally found his voice.
"You…You took its soul!" he breathed in awe.
Rhys rolled her shoulder stiffly and replaced her hood, which had been knocked askew during the fight.
"I didn't 'take' anything, actually. It came to me. I can't help absorbing dragons' souls. They just come to me."
"How many dragons have you slain?"
"Too many," she replied, frowning, and Erik thought that was a rather strange answer. "C'mon. I need food. I'm always hungry after…that."
She made a vague gesture, and Erik assumed she was referring to absorbing the dragon's soul. Dumbly, Erik nodded and together they walked back to the inn, where the entire village was waiting nervously.
F!DB + Erik the Slayer "Stupid Horse!" 4/4
Date: 2013-07-25 07:46 am (UTC)Outside, he helped her re-pack her horse while the rest of the village meandered around to see her off as well.
"Here's your bow back," mumbled Erik, running his thumb over the curious, black bird insignia once more before handing it to her. It was a fine bow, and Erik hoped that one day he'd be able to afford one like it through his adventures.
"Thanks," smiled Rhys, hooking it back in its place. Then she suddenly stuck out her hand, grinning.
"Good luck, Erik the Slayer."
Erik laughed and shook her hand gratefully (his hand was so large it completely covered hers). "You too, Rhysan the Dragonborn. You'll have to visit me in Rorikstead sometime."
The tiny Breton cocked her head. "Whatever for? You won't be here."
"I suppose you're right," chuckled Erik. "Thanks. For everything."
"Don't mention it. You'll make a good adventurer. You're quite brave, you know. Not all men would've blindly taken on a dragon with me like that."
Erik flushed, but accepted the compliment. "Thanks. Maybe we'll run into each other in some crypt somewhere."
Rhys laughed. "I certainly hope so, friend. Look me up if you're ever in Riften."
"I will. See you around, I guess," said Erik. Then he glanced over Rhys' shoulder.
"…Erm, isn't that your horse?"
Rhys whipped around. Half a mile down the road, her horse was plodding unhurriedly in the opposite direction. Without her. Swearing vehemently in Dunmeri, Rhys the Dragonborn took off after it without another word. As she sprinted away like a madwoman, the gathered townspeople could hear the little Breton's shouts echoing over the hills even after she was out of sight.
"Get back here! I swear to Mephala I'm selling you for shoe leather! Arador, you stupid bloody horse!"
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Yeah, so this actually happened during my Erik the Slayer mini-quest. A dragon attacked while I was in the middle of talking to him, and then afterwards my retarded horse decided to start walking (unnoticed by me) back to Riften, prompting me to run like a idiot after it for like an entire mile in front of all the awe-struck citizens of Rorikstead. Not my most glorious moment, but it sure as hell was memorable. I still have that damn horse, and it still decides to wander off a lot.
driveby anon Re: F!DB + Erik the Slayer "Stupid Horse!" 4/4
Date: 2013-07-25 08:47 am (UTC)Re: F!DB + Erik the Slayer "Stupid Horse!" 4/4
Date: 2013-07-25 03:10 pm (UTC)OP
Date: 2013-07-25 06:22 pm (UTC)