“Ye better leave this bar before I cleave this axe through your skull.” The giant nord, Durhelm yelled at a frightened imperial. It wasn’t the first time Durhelm challenged the East Empire Trading Company’s inspector to a dual, but everyone was hoping it was his last. Sweat beaded down the pudgy Cyrodilian’s neck, and the bar tender knew he had to calm Durhelm down before the entire colony got blamed for his antics. Meanwhile in the corner a dark elf by the name of Florodine watched as the confrontation unwound. No one in town quite knew the real story around Florodine, but all that mattered to them was that he swung a good hammer, at his smithy around the corner. He was never the most social of characters in Raven Rock, but yet he greeted everyone with a smile, and though a mystery to everyone he was pleasant enough.

No one wanted to get in the way of Durhelm especially when he was drunk, and though they wanted to help the trading company’s inspector, it seemed his fate had been sealed

“Now ye die” Durhelm yelled as he raised his axe above his head. All of the sudden, before his axe was lowered upon the trader, Florodine took position between the nord and the imperial.

“Out of me way dunmer, I have no quarrel with you!”

“I’m stopping you from making a decision that you will soon regret,” replied Florodine in a calm voice.

“Then you both will die at my hand,” Durhelm said as he lowered his axe. Then within a split second, Florodine grabbed the drunk nords wrist and hurled him over his shoulder, onto the oak table, which collapsed under Durhelm’s weight. As Florodine witnessed the damage, he slowly took out a leather sack and tossed it to the bartender.

“This should pay for the repairs.” The dark elf said to the awestruck bartender. The bar was speechless this was the first time Durhelm had been beaten in a bar fight. Soon rumors were spread all over town that Florodine the simple black smith was a great warrior, others said he was a mage, and used magicka to overcome his opponent, but it was all the same, Durhelm was beaten up.

It had been two weeks since the incident, and most of the rumors had blow over. The days were getting colder, and snowfall had become more frequent, the children usually gathered around Florodine’s furnace for warmth and fresh food. The hunters and trackers from all over Solsteim were steadily pouring into Raven Rock, making business especially good for Florodine. But along with all the extra people came many more problems around town, rumors of half man half beasts running around freely had caused much talk at the towns many taverns. Berserkers were seen further south, and increasing in number, and it wasn’t a surprise when someone had been found dead due to a spriggan attack.

Florodine didn’t mind the trouble it took the spotlight off him after his fight at the bar. Time passed and everyone settled back into their ways of life, Durhelm mad life especially hard for the town’s people, trying to reclaim his throne as strongest person in town. He and his gang often waited outside the mine to mug people of freshly mined ebony to sell it off to the highest buyer, his bar fights were also becoming more frequent and he drank twice as much as before. The bartender wasn’t sure what to do, she wasn’t strong enough to kick him out, but he was running her out of business. There was one thing that stopped Durhelm from reclaiming his title, Florodine, every time he thought people would finally see that he was the best, they’d bring up Florodine, and how he crushed Durhelm. Just as the morning fog was beginning to clear, Florodine hear a loud thud on his door, putting down his hammer, he slowly got himself up from his old stool.

“I’ll be right there,” he said taking off his apron. “Actually you can come on in I need to get another pair of prongs in the backroom.” The door slammed open, and a tall nord walked in.

“I need me axe sharpened.” The nord yelled into the back room.

“What is it a battle axe or a war…” Florodine’s voice faded into the back, as he went further into his storage room

“It’s just a normal Nordic batt’el axe,” replied the impatient nord.

“Ok it’ll be ready in a few hours but you have to pay, I don’t sharpen for free.” The dunmer said with a serious voice.

“In that case I’ll just sharpen it on you neck,” the nord said nonchalantly

“How many sleepless nights did it take you to think of that, nord?” Florodine yelled out sarcastically.

“Ah shove it,” the angry nord spat.

“It’s good to see you too Durhelm,” Florodine said as he reentered the room. He then noticed Durhelm was accompanied by three other nords.

“Yewl pay far the way you embarrassed me dunmer,” Durhelm spat as the three nords closed in on Florodine with their axes. It seemed as though the blacksmith’s fate had been sealed, there was no way; an old smith could beat up three nords, even if he had plenty of weapons to choose from…

Not bad so far. Good work describing the nord's personality through actions.

is there anything i need to work on?

Good to see a story set in Solstheim- as to areas for attention, some punctuation stuff, but nothing to get too wound up about. Good descriptions- might expand on the original confrontation a bit- make it clear that Florodine managed to defeat Durhelm with ease. Something like-

"He lifted the huge Nord completely off the ground, almost as a mother would snatch her child away from mischief. What he did next was anything but maternal- he slammed Durhelm down onto the table, which sent splinters flying in all directions. It was a tremendous feat of strength, made more remarkable by the fact that Florodine wasn't even breathing hard."

thank you i will definatly work on that in the next part of this chapter

I shoud be finishing the next chapter withing the week i should think