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Hehe me too... But really its good Override, how many pages is your story at now? :goodjob:[/quote]
Hehehe. You're currently reading the 303rd page ~ I'm writing page 411 :shocked:
[quote=Fuzzy Knight][quote=minque]I´m LOST here......hope the author forgive me for being faaaaar behind, I´ll catch up here s soon as possible... [/quote]
Hehe me too... But really its good Override, how many pages is your story at now? :goodjob:[/quote]
Hehehe. You're currently reading the 303rd page ~ I'm writing page 411 :shocked:
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Hehe me too... But really its good Override, how many pages is your story at now? :goodjob:[/quote]
Hehehe. You're currently reading the 303rd page ~ I'm writing page 411 :shocked:
Ack, a cliffrac- er....cliffhanger ending...
Oh well.
Oh well.
The scene that met my eyes was one from a nightmare. Wolf-like forms flitted between the trees before racing into the village to attack anyone who stood in their way. The Skaal guards were already locked in combat with several of these creatures, and more were arriving even as I took in the scene. With a yell, I ran across the village square, intent on intercepting one of the wolf-like creatures as it rushed towards a group of already beleaguered guards.
With a speed that was scary, the creature swerved from its path and rushed towards me. I had the time to notice that its head was definitely wolf-like, it was covered in coarse fur, it had a tail, and it stood upright on its hind legs ~ and then it was upon me. The Blodskal smashed into the creature’s head, tearing open a terrible wound. But the gaping cut didn’t seem to affect the creature, snarling and frothing at the jaws, it lashed out at me with its clawed hands. Stepping backwards, I swung the blade across in an arc, the wickedly sharp edge crunching into the beast’s forearm.
With a howl, the werewolf tore the blade from my hand. Scrambling backwards, I grabbed the silver dagger from my boot-top and thrust it forward. The werewolf stopped, its snout curling upwards as realisation bloomed in those terrible, intelligent eyes. What followed will remain with me forever. With a howl that sounded more like a scream than any sound an animal should make, the werewolf arched its back ~ thin wisps of reeking smoke rising from the place the dagger was lodged.
It collapsed onto its back, threshing and jerking as it coughed up thick clots of yellowish bile. As I watched the fur shrivelled and the snouted face seemed to collapse back in on itself to reveal the face of a Man. Screaming pitifully, the Nord scrabbled at his naked chest ~ trying to pull out the dagger with misshapen hands ill-suited to the task. With a disgusted sound, I stepped closer and stamped down on the hilt of the dagger as hard as I could. Blue eyes widened as the entire length of the dagger slid inside his chest. Leaving the screaming Nord to die, I rushed over to where one of the guards lay ~ his guts a steaming pile in the snow.
Grabbing the two gleaming silver short-swords, I turned to see a lone guard struggling to defend Risi and another couple of women from two of the werewolves. Rushing across the village square, slashing out left-handed at a werewolf that was menacing a guard, I threw myself into the fray. I quickly got the hang of wielding two short-bladed swords, using them to hack and slash at the back of the werewolf and distracting it from it attack on the guard. With the same scary speed, the wolf-creature turned to face me, jaws open as it snarled. In Almalexia’s name, these things are fast…
The guard grinned at me as the beheaded werewolf collapsed to the ground between us. Grinning back, I looked over to the square to see how the battle fared. The blacksmith was using his hammer to pound on the skull of one of the creatures and making quite a good job of it too ~ while he might not kill it that way, he was certainly inconveniencing it. There were only a few of the creatures left, and the remaining guards were surrounding them ~ axes and blades rising and falling. Nodding at my newfound friend, the two of us rushed to join them.
“Inside,” one of the Skaal yelled as I drew close, “two passed us went, into the Great Hall.” Nodding, I bypassed the small knot of battling guards and slammed through the wooden doors into the Great Hall. I barely had time to question my sanity ~ rushing into a hall where there were two werewolves ~ before two sleek and deadly shapes were rushing at me from the gloom at the end of the hall. I saw no sign of Tharsten and I could see his honour guard face down on the floor. Extending the silver blades, I grinned ferally at the fast closing beasts. “Brythwch hysbryd, alwa 'ch ata,” I commanded.
The werewolves swerved around the grey-hued Atronach: fast but not quite fast enough. With a noise that sounded like “WOOF”, one of the beasts ran chest first into the massive hand of the Atronach. With effortless ease, the Daedra hurled the dazed werewolf the length of the hall where it crashed heavily into a supporting pillar. As the Summons pounded towards the swaying wolf, I faced the remaining creature, blades at the ready.
Short-bladed swords crossed, their tips pointing downwards, I waited until the werewolf got close and then slashed the blades upwards and outwards before slicing them back inwards. The wolf-creature howled in agony, four deep and smoking cuts across its hide. Using the left blade to fend off the slashing claws, I used the right-hand blade to hack and slash at the werewolf. Driven by pure fear, I pressed my advantage ~ hacking and slashing at the howling creature until, shredded to ribbons, it collapsed to the ground. There was no trace of the Atronach, but the blood smearing the walls showed that it had dealt with the werewolf.
As I started to relax, there was a clatter on the stairs and a third werewolf smashed into me, driving me to the ground. I screamed as its jaws clamped around my forearm. The maddened eyes glared at me, then the creature let go and flung open the doors to the Great Hall and rushed outside. As I gathered myself together, I could hear various shouts and cries from outside. Staggering slightly, I pushed through the doors into the chill outside. “Did you get it?” I yelled, “there was a third werewolf in the hall ~ did you get it?”
“Away it got,” Korst said softly. “But it did what it here came to do I think.” He looked pointedly at the shredded furs around my right forearm and the blood dripping from my fingers.
“It’s nothing, a flesh wound is all” I said, suddenly aware that Korst was surrounded by a semi-circle of grim faced Skaal ~ all of whom were looking at me. Wordlessly, Korst held out a hand and one of the guards placed the Blodskal in his palm. Gripping the blade, the Shaman extended the grip towards me. With a smile, I took hold of the silver-inlaid handle and took my sword from him. There was a tingling in my hand as I held the blade; it quickly grew to an itch and then a terrible burning sensation.
“Damn,” I cursed, dropping the Blodskal and looking at my reddened palm. “Tell me this doesn’t mean I’ve been infected.”
“Infected ye are,” Korst said, “and, until ye’re cured ye exiled from this place are.”
“Wait!” I said as the Shaman started to turn away from me. As he turned back, I spoke the cantrip for the healing spell, “Vigoratus meus vulnus.” When the sparkles had dissolved, I bent down and picked up the Blodskal, holding it in my left hand. After a minute, Korst indicated that I should open my hand. He grinned as he looked at my unblemished palm.
“Then I welcome ye back Vahl Dark Elf,” he said. “Further, I name thee Bloodskaal, blood friend to the Skaal.” There was a cheer from the assembled villagers and several hands snaked from the crowd to shake mine or pat me on the back. “’T’was a bonnie battle ye fought Vahl Dark Elf,” he said once the crowd had settled. “But dire implications there are tae this days work. On the morrow I would, of these matters, speak tae ye.”
“Where is Tharsten?” I asked as Korst led me away from the crowd.
“We dinnae ken what happened tae Tharsten,” Korst replied. “But these are matters for the morrow. Tonight we feast in celebration o’ your valour and our victory here this day. As Bloodskaal ‘tis nae fitting ye should sleep in yon fabric contraption. Rigmor’s hut we will have prepared for ye, so ye have a home fitting for a warrior o’ the Skaal.”
Feasting there was, along with copious quantities of Mead and it was getting close to Hour Zero· when I returned to the hut that had been prepared for me. Closing the door and swaying slightly, I peered around the interior. There ~ the fur covered bed ~ that was what I was looking for…
With a speed that was scary, the creature swerved from its path and rushed towards me. I had the time to notice that its head was definitely wolf-like, it was covered in coarse fur, it had a tail, and it stood upright on its hind legs ~ and then it was upon me. The Blodskal smashed into the creature’s head, tearing open a terrible wound. But the gaping cut didn’t seem to affect the creature, snarling and frothing at the jaws, it lashed out at me with its clawed hands. Stepping backwards, I swung the blade across in an arc, the wickedly sharp edge crunching into the beast’s forearm.
With a howl, the werewolf tore the blade from my hand. Scrambling backwards, I grabbed the silver dagger from my boot-top and thrust it forward. The werewolf stopped, its snout curling upwards as realisation bloomed in those terrible, intelligent eyes. What followed will remain with me forever. With a howl that sounded more like a scream than any sound an animal should make, the werewolf arched its back ~ thin wisps of reeking smoke rising from the place the dagger was lodged.
It collapsed onto its back, threshing and jerking as it coughed up thick clots of yellowish bile. As I watched the fur shrivelled and the snouted face seemed to collapse back in on itself to reveal the face of a Man. Screaming pitifully, the Nord scrabbled at his naked chest ~ trying to pull out the dagger with misshapen hands ill-suited to the task. With a disgusted sound, I stepped closer and stamped down on the hilt of the dagger as hard as I could. Blue eyes widened as the entire length of the dagger slid inside his chest. Leaving the screaming Nord to die, I rushed over to where one of the guards lay ~ his guts a steaming pile in the snow.
Grabbing the two gleaming silver short-swords, I turned to see a lone guard struggling to defend Risi and another couple of women from two of the werewolves. Rushing across the village square, slashing out left-handed at a werewolf that was menacing a guard, I threw myself into the fray. I quickly got the hang of wielding two short-bladed swords, using them to hack and slash at the back of the werewolf and distracting it from it attack on the guard. With the same scary speed, the wolf-creature turned to face me, jaws open as it snarled. In Almalexia’s name, these things are fast…
The guard grinned at me as the beheaded werewolf collapsed to the ground between us. Grinning back, I looked over to the square to see how the battle fared. The blacksmith was using his hammer to pound on the skull of one of the creatures and making quite a good job of it too ~ while he might not kill it that way, he was certainly inconveniencing it. There were only a few of the creatures left, and the remaining guards were surrounding them ~ axes and blades rising and falling. Nodding at my newfound friend, the two of us rushed to join them.
“Inside,” one of the Skaal yelled as I drew close, “two passed us went, into the Great Hall.” Nodding, I bypassed the small knot of battling guards and slammed through the wooden doors into the Great Hall. I barely had time to question my sanity ~ rushing into a hall where there were two werewolves ~ before two sleek and deadly shapes were rushing at me from the gloom at the end of the hall. I saw no sign of Tharsten and I could see his honour guard face down on the floor. Extending the silver blades, I grinned ferally at the fast closing beasts. “Brythwch hysbryd, alwa 'ch ata,” I commanded.
The werewolves swerved around the grey-hued Atronach: fast but not quite fast enough. With a noise that sounded like “WOOF”, one of the beasts ran chest first into the massive hand of the Atronach. With effortless ease, the Daedra hurled the dazed werewolf the length of the hall where it crashed heavily into a supporting pillar. As the Summons pounded towards the swaying wolf, I faced the remaining creature, blades at the ready.
Short-bladed swords crossed, their tips pointing downwards, I waited until the werewolf got close and then slashed the blades upwards and outwards before slicing them back inwards. The wolf-creature howled in agony, four deep and smoking cuts across its hide. Using the left blade to fend off the slashing claws, I used the right-hand blade to hack and slash at the werewolf. Driven by pure fear, I pressed my advantage ~ hacking and slashing at the howling creature until, shredded to ribbons, it collapsed to the ground. There was no trace of the Atronach, but the blood smearing the walls showed that it had dealt with the werewolf.
As I started to relax, there was a clatter on the stairs and a third werewolf smashed into me, driving me to the ground. I screamed as its jaws clamped around my forearm. The maddened eyes glared at me, then the creature let go and flung open the doors to the Great Hall and rushed outside. As I gathered myself together, I could hear various shouts and cries from outside. Staggering slightly, I pushed through the doors into the chill outside. “Did you get it?” I yelled, “there was a third werewolf in the hall ~ did you get it?”
“Away it got,” Korst said softly. “But it did what it here came to do I think.” He looked pointedly at the shredded furs around my right forearm and the blood dripping from my fingers.
“It’s nothing, a flesh wound is all” I said, suddenly aware that Korst was surrounded by a semi-circle of grim faced Skaal ~ all of whom were looking at me. Wordlessly, Korst held out a hand and one of the guards placed the Blodskal in his palm. Gripping the blade, the Shaman extended the grip towards me. With a smile, I took hold of the silver-inlaid handle and took my sword from him. There was a tingling in my hand as I held the blade; it quickly grew to an itch and then a terrible burning sensation.
“Damn,” I cursed, dropping the Blodskal and looking at my reddened palm. “Tell me this doesn’t mean I’ve been infected.”
“Infected ye are,” Korst said, “and, until ye’re cured ye exiled from this place are.”
“Wait!” I said as the Shaman started to turn away from me. As he turned back, I spoke the cantrip for the healing spell, “Vigoratus meus vulnus.” When the sparkles had dissolved, I bent down and picked up the Blodskal, holding it in my left hand. After a minute, Korst indicated that I should open my hand. He grinned as he looked at my unblemished palm.
“Then I welcome ye back Vahl Dark Elf,” he said. “Further, I name thee Bloodskaal, blood friend to the Skaal.” There was a cheer from the assembled villagers and several hands snaked from the crowd to shake mine or pat me on the back. “’T’was a bonnie battle ye fought Vahl Dark Elf,” he said once the crowd had settled. “But dire implications there are tae this days work. On the morrow I would, of these matters, speak tae ye.”
“Where is Tharsten?” I asked as Korst led me away from the crowd.
“We dinnae ken what happened tae Tharsten,” Korst replied. “But these are matters for the morrow. Tonight we feast in celebration o’ your valour and our victory here this day. As Bloodskaal ‘tis nae fitting ye should sleep in yon fabric contraption. Rigmor’s hut we will have prepared for ye, so ye have a home fitting for a warrior o’ the Skaal.”
Feasting there was, along with copious quantities of Mead and it was getting close to Hour Zero· when I returned to the hut that had been prepared for me. Closing the door and swaying slightly, I peered around the interior. There ~ the fur covered bed ~ that was what I was looking for…
Interesting chapter. Even if it has the small techincal detail that TES Werewolves don't tranform back to human in death. :ashamed:
A third Werewolf, my my, i wonder who that was....
A third Werewolf, my my, i wonder who that was....
[quote=Aki]Interesting chapter. Even if it has the small techincal detail that TES Werewolves don't tranform back to human in death. :ashamed:
A third Werewolf, my my, i wonder who that was....
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A trifling detail since I have vampires that poof into dust when killed :lickinglips2: Besides, I claim artistic licence
The reason Sudhendra didn't give much thought to the identity of the 3rd werewolf was the sudden application of liberal quantities of Mead. Of course, that might have been Wind-Eye's intention all along :wink:
A third Werewolf, my my, i wonder who that was....
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A trifling detail since I have vampires that poof into dust when killed :lickinglips2: Besides, I claim artistic licence
The reason Sudhendra didn't give much thought to the identity of the 3rd werewolf was the sudden application of liberal quantities of Mead. Of course, that might have been Wind-Eye's intention all along :wink:
Wind-eye... I knew he was crazy from the very start.
[quote=OverrideB1][quote=Aki]Interesting chapter. Even if it has the small techincal detail that TES Werewolves don't tranform back to human in death. :ashamed:
A third Werewolf, my my, i wonder who that was....
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A trifling detail since I have vampires that poof into dust when killed :lickinglips2: Besides, I claim artistic licence
The reason Sudhendra didn't give much thought to the identity of the 3rd werewolf was the sudden application of liberal quantities of Mead. Of course, that might have been Wind-Eye's intention all along :wink:[/quote]
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A coverup, intrigueing. :confused:
A third Werewolf, my my, i wonder who that was....
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A trifling detail since I have vampires that poof into dust when killed :lickinglips2: Besides, I claim artistic licence
The reason Sudhendra didn't give much thought to the identity of the 3rd werewolf was the sudden application of liberal quantities of Mead. Of course, that might have been Wind-Eye's intention all along :wink:[/quote]
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A coverup, intrigueing. :confused:
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