*Kjetill spends a good few hours between building his body armor and weapons, a whitish coat of mail that he cleans as he can, with scraps of rags lying on the wooden floor of the hot forge, as he lands few but quick blows. with its two steel-blade hatchets and wooden handles attached to leather straps. simple hatchets. as he wanted, he feels proud of the result, he hits the wind, makes small leaps forward, raises his arms and adjusts the last details*
- Only the gloves that were too big, but well fastened -
*Thus thought the great Nord, looking at his hands on his hatchets, he keeps them over the scabbards at his waist and throws punches in the air, to test his reflexes, and smiles for still remembering how to make some simple protection for his body , he looks ahead and sees the Riverwood Trader that Alvor mentioned earlier, and takes a deep breath with a relieved look on his face as he thinks *
- Well, time to pay my debts -
*When he thinks of walking forward in calm steps to his destination, his head almost winning the kiss of the sunbeams being just a touch of the beautiful visual painting that is Riverwood, he comes across a heavily armored Orc that had never been seen by Kjetill before. He stands right in front of him, not blocking his path, but he makes himself seen with his muscular and rough bearing as any good orc knows how to do. With long white hair tied back, with heavy brown armor and a long cape that covered his back, he seems not only to have his eye on Kjetill but also directs his firm words in an authoritative tone to him.*
Durak: You there. Dawnguard is looking for someone willing to fight the growing threat of vampires. What did you say?
*Kjetill doesn't understand very well, with his right hand he scratches the back of his head and makes a confused expression, while his left hand scratches his chin while the Orc patiently waits for an answer, Kjetill looks at him with great doubt*
Kjetill: But look my friend, I don't even know if it's me, but I ended up not understanding anything you said... How is it? Dawnguard? What is it? Vampires?
Durak: We are vampire hunters. We seek out and destroy this bloodsucking scum wherever we find it.
Kjetill: I haven't noticed any vampire threats, not that I'm aware of, as my last few days were so tortuous.
Durak: You're not paying attention then. Like almost everyone else around here.
Haven't you heard that the Hall of Watchers was destroyed by vampires?
They never took the threat seriously and now they've paid the price.
Kjetill: Watchmen? By Oblivion, what are you talking about?
Durak: The Watchers mainly hunt Daedra worshippers, which is why they were torn apart when they went against vampires. That's why our leader Isran is restoring Dawnguard.
Real and serious vampire hunters.
Kjetill: Vampires? Daedra Hunters? Which is? Look friend, sorry but I'm not interested, as I said, my last few days were very complicated.
*Durak then closed his expression and with his index finger placed his finger towards Kjetill's chest and raised his voice even more*
Durak: That's what everyone says, until you find your throat being ripped out by a pack of hungry vampires. If you change your mind and decide to join the fight before it's too late, speak to ISRAN... IS-RAN... at Fort Dawnguard, southeast of Riften.
*Durak didn't wait for an answer, he just turned his back and in the same graceful swing of his cloak where there was a symbol similar to a sun, whose rays looked like razors, he walked away with heavy steps, with very audible snorts, indicating that he was out of food. patience to try to "convert" the Norse who seemed ignorant in his eyes. Kjetill, on the other hand, arched his brows and made the features of a surprised and confused man, like a primate who knows nothing but his green world and wet branches.*
Kjetill: This is crazy, vampires... Exactly what was missing. Dragons blowing up villages with giant rocks and fire, vampires who know how to hide. Well let me go 'cause I don't know any songs to cheer a crazy guy like that dancing around.
Camilla: Well, one of us has to do something!
Lucan: I said no! No adventures, no theater, no chasing thieves!
*Kjetill visibly uncomfortable, but also feeling lucky to witness two people of apparent intimacy arguing over something he knew he wouldn't have the knowledge to understand, also clears his throat and brushes his hair with his hands back as he tries to speak in a tone normal masking the laughs that almost escape*
Kjetill: I don't know what you're talking about, I just got here. I'm a new to everything in this town. my name is Kjetill, I came to offer my services. I `m looking for work. To try to pay off a debt.
*As the woman sits at the next table watching the conversation, Kjetill asks "excuse me" to be able to approach the counter to be more audible to Lucan, as he introduces himself and they both shake hands firmly, and he talks about your sister and her papers*
Lucan: Debt? We're all their hostages one day, I hope it's not because of gambling or women, two unavoidable sins, if I may say so.
Kjetill: No, no... Don't worry, it's about the clothes I'm wearing, I used Alvor's forge to be able to manufacture my clothes and my weapons, but as much as the man doesn't want to, I don't I don't like to take the time of those who work to ask for things.
Lucan: An honorable man then. What a rare type, Alvor is very generous, and the poor thing is still a little upset that his nephew still hasn't returned from Helgen, he heard that a dragon did a lot of damage there...
*Kjetill clearly knows what Lucan is referring to, but doesn't want to dig too deep as he might not be interested in employing a man who was about to meet his end on the brink of an axe of law*
Kjetill: I heard...
Lucan: Well, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I haven't thought to ask anyone else since what happened at my store recently. This topic was about that, unfortunately, you had to testify. A damn dark elf stole a very valuable item and entered Bleak Falls Barrow because it seems to be useful for something there, but I kept it here, even though I'm from the store, I wouldn't know if I'd have the courage to sell it, to a brainless like Arvel is trying to do.
*Kjetill reflects that he realizes that the same tomb that Lucan said the guy Arvel entered is the same one that Ralof referred to before we got to Riverwood, Kjetill remembers his experiences hunting treasures that his friends embarked on in Norse ruins and sees a chance to win there something far beyond what was imagined. And he looks Lucan straight in the eye*
Kjetil: I think I can do this for you, I mean find your grip and give it into your hands, you can give me something to work with only when I'm done.
* Lucan couldn't believe what he had just heard, a stranger arrives offering the solution to a problem he thought was gigantic, his eyes widen in surprise and at the same time he lets out a still discredited laugh *
Lucan: HAHAHAHAHA Y-are you serious? You could? I have some coins that I received from my last supply shipment from the store. If you bring my claw back, that money is all yours, not a Septim less.
*Kjetil holds out his hand looking at Lucan with a wide smile on his lips as Lucan squeezes his hand tightly and shakes it up and down with some anxiety*
Kjetill: Deal closed!
Camilla: So that's your plan, Lucan?
*Camilla looks at the two of them, but her attention is on her brother Lucan, and sarcastically she watches him*
Lucan: Yes. So now you don't have to go, do you?
Camilla: Oh, really? Well, I think your new helper here needs a guide.
Kjetill: Don't worry Mr. Lucan, Mrs. Camilla will accompany me out of town, from there I assume, don't worry.
Camilla: Miss!!!
Lucan: Look, you two better hurry, before I end up changing my mind.
*Camilla takes the lead guiding Kjetill to the door, Lucan, while irritated with his sister, claps his hands and squeezes them rubbing against each other, while excitedly whispers -my claw, my claw, finally-*
*Outside, Camilla walks out the door as Kjetill politely closes it, she points forward with her index finger*
Camilla: There on that bridge in front of the Tavern, is the bridge that you find the exit from the city, also through it you can go to the Whiterun, a very prosperous and beautiful city, we always recharge our supplies there. If you ever visit, go to Fralia Gray-Mane's stall if you'd like to buy someone a gift. And say I sent my regards.
*Kjetill doesn't understand very well, but carves the name "Fralia" into his head as he listens to Camilla's instructions as she very politely walks him out of town.
*When he leaves the Shop for good, he sees a woman on his left, in front of Alvor's forge, who pays attention to what she was talking about. Kjetill waves his hands as if saying goodbye to him, which he returns with another wave in a very polite way. *
*His attention is interrupted by Camilla's voice complaining about something he's trying to pay attention to as he passes by the street that leads to Gerdur's house, and he remembers that he'll have to go there, talk to Ralof first. of your departure*
Camilla: The elf hid there in the tomb, along with other thieves as dirty as he. They must be crazy! Hide in that old crypt full of traps, trolls and who knows what else.
Kjetill: Certain thieves are not known to be very smart.
Camilla: But why is that? Skooma? Damn time this evil devastated our country. There is a rigorous fight against this, but it seems that the more traffickers are arrested, the more 1,000 are sprouting from the ground.
Unless Lucan is right, because he only stole the Claw, not the rest of our shop, and they want to find some kind of treasure. Because we have many other things that are worth much more than that claw that isn't even that beautiful. But if it's for treasure, is it worth all that effort? I mean, it's crazy to put yourself in a place full of danger for a few more Septins than you could possibly get by working.
Kjetill: There are idiots who move every plane in Oblivion because they find it easier than I don't know to pick up an axe, chop wood, or forge something to sell.
Camilla: Yeah, crazy people aren't we?
*They pass in front of the Tavern where a man who appeared to be about forty years old is leaning against the front fence, his eyes reddened, appearing to be in a strong state of intoxication, as his nostrils flare thanks to the soft wind and the smell of alcohol. He looks at Kjetill and yells - "UITA boy" -and Kjetill responds with a nod in a wide smile -Uuu bicho véio- Camilla observes the unusual scene and out of curiosity asks*
Camilla: Do you know him?
*Kjetill responds sarcastically*
Kjetill: I've never seen fatter...
Camilla: Fat?
Kjetill: Oh, sorry, that's an expression I used with my teammates. I mean, I never saw him.
*Camilla doesn't seem to understand at all, shakes her head and just says - well let's walk - while he listens to her and accepts what she says. Passing through the city arch, a wooden structure on the roof, and on the floor of the guardhouse, while on the side there are ropes indicating the limit, and the whole wall is made of gray stones, where there is mud, scratches made many years ago*
Camilla: Lucan found the claw a year before he opened the store, he never explained to me how he found it, very smart.
*Kjetill listens and wonders if it's really necessary for a man's reasons to have his twists for claws, or if it's already something the Imperial might like, he doesn't want to get into any more compromises, he just wants his adventure to be completed for perhaps I can warn that Jarl of Whiterun that there is a dragon on the loose in this vast country. They arrive at the bridge that leads to the exit of Riverwood, a stone bridge that passes the crystalline and beautiful river of Pena Vila underneath, some waves break over the structure that the wind insists on breathing a few drops of water that wet the two discomfort for Camilla , but a certain sense of peace for Kjetill, that also when the trees swayed with the great slivers of air that shook the branches, the birds sang in their flights or landings*
*Kjetill smiles sympathetically as he tucks his hair in front of his face behind his ear as he shakes Camilla's hand in greeting and gratitude*
Kjetill: Thank you Miss Camilla, very flattering of her to show me the way, but I'd like to say goodbye to a friend here in Riverwood so you can go with a little more peace of mind. it is good?
Camilla: Well, for me yes, because my brother doesn't need to know the speed and the day you're going, right? haha ha. Feel free, I can only wish you good luck and may the Gods accompany you.
*Camilla returns the greeting, also thanking him, and goes back to her brother's store, while Kjetill puts his hands on the edge of the bridge and looks at the city taking a deep breath feeling the drops of air being carried by the wind to his face, as he whispers -This is an amazing place for a man like me to start over...- *
*He closes his eyes and his memories of a tortuous past contrast with a new hope that wells up in his heart, a fire right behind him like a cloud that almost covers him what happened on this tumultuous morning, which contrasts with the tranquility of this new place that his heart has known, and he takes the time to make his eyes look everywhere, to keep in mind as he makes his way to Gerdur's house*
*Kjetill knocks on the door with his hands and a male voice can be heard muffled between the thick stone walls and the wooden door which has cracks you can see few things inside -It's open- Kjetill then opens the door with his hands and carefully, there he finds Ralof sitting on a wooden chair and looks at him with a surprised expression*
*Kjetill leans in front of Ralof with his left hand on his stomach and his right hand stretching his arm lifting him up laughing saying something like -Dignifiedly dressed to enter my friend's humble abode- as he composes himself he notices the house with more details , with a wooden counter similar to Lucan's in the background, three tables full of delicious food, Gerdur smiles looking at Kjetill while also saying laughing -Your friend like that? -
*Ralof also clears his throat with laughter
Ralph: I think so. Stop talking shit boy, sit down, eat something, drink something strong, you've barely stopped since we got here in Riverwood-
*Kjetill asks Gerdur's permission and chooses the chair at the back table whose back is against the wall, when he finally sits down his body feels lighter, as if he's taken enough boulders from his back to wall up the entire imperial city, He serves a piece of bread with a thick slice of cheese, pours the mead and starts eating like a setter dog who hasn't eaten anything decent in months. *
Ralof: That's how I like to see it, my friends I comment, if you feel comfortable, take off your boots too, I'm used to the smell of corpses.
Kjetill: No, I'm quite comfortable now. And I'm sorry for the manners... It's been a few months since I've seen food like this.
Ralof: HAHAHAHA I understand, but I am in doubt, before you suspect, this is not an investigation, no matter what you answer, I will not judge you, you saw that I do not belong to the cowards of the Empire. But I would like to know where exactly they found you, you said your body was adrift.
*Gerdur frowns as in a firm tone begins to speak*
Gerdur: Ralof, let your friend eat, this is not the time to ask for this kind of thing.
*Kjetill reaches out, shaking him to the side and gulping down a large amount of mead*
Kjetill: All right ma'am, after all I can't go on with my life for a man who saved my life and a woman who gave me shelter, although I won't stay beyond today.
Ralph: Why not? Get some sleep, get some rest, it's still a long time before I leave and Whiterun is close, but you still have a lot of time to spend demanding your legs.
Kjetill: I just need a few hours with my feet stretched out and some hot food... Also, I went to Mr. Lucan at the Riverwood Trader to get him something.
Gerdur: Are you talking about that damn claw they stole from the store? Why the hell did you want to take this job? the thief fled to the Crypt.
Kjetill: As much as you say, I don't like to owe anyone anything, food, clothes, lodging, I don't like to do anything without retribution, my gratitude is to make people rewarded for something. I am a fair person in that sense. I know that being able to say this is in exchange for what I could have done for Ralof. But I don't think it's fair, I'd be furious if I walked out of here with debts. Plus, Riverwood is the perfect place to stretch your feet after liberating Skyrim from the Imperials.
Ralof: RÁÁÁÁ So you accepted my invitation?
Kjetill: I've already made it clear that I do, but I'm going to solve my problems with Alvor and Lucan, and I need to tell you why I was captured.
Kjetill: We Skaal count our years as our creator taught us... Yes, it's been a while since I talked about him, but it all started 33 moons ago, I was born with the name of Kjetill and the last name I don't even remember anymore , my father was a nord Skaal, who was the typical man of the forest and the frozen shores, an expert walrus hunter, who only knew how to read the basics, write the minimum, good man from Septins, because he worked selling the meat he hunted and came back with the rest so that my mother, a skaal was also always in front of the cauldron making the food for him, a long-suffering woman, she was trying to make the icy land great for planting and harvesting, she made cheese with the few cows who survived, she did what I now understand as magic to heal the wounds of our neighbors, but that was all.
I was born healthy, strong, my father was proud of me being a man, he always dreamed of it, a man to try to teach to be strong like him, smart for traps, religious like my mother in the precepts of our creator. That I could live there all my life like him, telling the stories that his relatives knew the great hero of Morrowind, and that he helped him meet the great challenge of Hircine, the father of the hunt and protector of the hunters. I always saw him tell how his great-great-grandmother and great-grandmother met what he said was the most fascinating being his sight had ever known, and beside us our Shaman Storn Crag-Strider always vividly confirming these stories. As if he, too, had lived in the same life as this grand presence.
We always go out early in the morning before the sun kisses this icy land to hunt deer, walrus, bear to not only chew on their tough meats but also use their skins for protection. I didn't know if I liked that life, but I liked the feeling of my father saying, "Very good," "That's how it's done," or taking my little hands to teach me how to shoot a bow and arrow, wield a sword or axes. You know, this feeling of care and protection...
*Kjetill takes a deep breath closing his eyes as he measures being transported by his most distant memories*
Sometimes we went out with our shaman's daughter Frea, she was a typical nordic girl, with her strength out of control, not wanting to be any hobo's lover, she was always very talented with two handed weapons and magic, she fought like a person adult, and we always compete in a healthy way. I had her like a sister, we were all an amazing family.
Ralof: And then why did you leave there?
Kjetill: "I was asked to leave" hahahaha
Ralof: How so?
Kjetill: It was a night like the one they captured me, freezing cold, as if the wind was opening wounds, like tiny needles digging into my arms and face, and lines in thick hands were pulling with all their might. The Skaal cold is crushing, but that night, where the moon seemed to shine a little less, nearly blotting out our sights in pitch black, I had my fate sealed.
The Skaal believe only in our creator, we beg, we ask for protection, we offer his glory and sovereignty, we sacrifice our animals and our harvest so that he can embrace us with his majesty and wisdom. Beings like Daedra are frowned upon, especially Hircine, who curses or blesses our brothers with the bearman's nefarious transformation. Like the werewolves that there are reports that roam around here in Skyrim, or in some very specific regions of Solstheim...
We were hunting wild boar, because one of our brothers had spotted a large concentration of them wanting to migrate closer to our village, and wild boar meat is very tasty if you know how to prepare it...
Gerdur: Too bad we don't have it now, because if there's one good thing Hod can do when he's not drunk, it's good Boar meat, but it's too expensive.
Kjetill: Exactly, because in Skyrim there is none, they are now tamed by Rieklings
Ralof: Those little creatures that look like Goblins?
Kjetill: Exactly, and don't be fooled by the size, I've seen many intelligent men in battle impaled and served as a feast for those small attempts. But "bueno", back to the subject. We were there, on that cold night near the Village, when we heard a growling howl mixed with a typical angry bear, only stronger and trembling as if he were twice his height, and a muffled voice as if it were a man pleading for help. And he was a bear man.
I had never seen one before, he had gigantic fangs, like the razor-sharp spear points of the highest-ranking soldier in any troop, eyes black as the pitch of night, but dazzlingly bright as the moon's glow reflected off the rivers, a fur thick and large, also black in color. I stayed still, with only my two hatchets that my father gave me, while I heard voices that were from my neighbors, no one wanted to get close to me... I didn't know at that moment why I hadn't died, but I wished then... But so much.
That beast kicked me in the chest, I felt its sharp claws like furious spears piercing all the bone in my chest, and squeezing me like the rabid bite of a brutal, hungry saber-toothed tiger.
* Gerdur and Ralof widen their eyes in disbelief with Kjetill's story, but unfortunately what he had just told was the purest truth, the biggest and saddest truth of his, he doesn't give Ralof and Gerdur room *
Kjetill: In that moment I felt my life drain from my body, I felt my chest bleeding, what little protection I could stand the cold was ripped all over and the nails digging so deep into my flesh, the pain made a roar come out. of me. I. my mouth and I could only scream, cry, it was something like a body that fell from a tree brushing against all the dry branches, with the hard and dry bark digging into the flesh, and on top of that with the wounded body falling into the fire and put something salty on top. I felt my body soften and scream, scream. until my throat itches and bleeds. There was no one for me there, everyone abandoned me, my father, Frea, our Shaman, no one for me, just him...
*Kjetill closes his eyes and his memories observe a black bear different from the one that had attacked him before, he with his tip to the wound that the more it glowed, the more it burned Kjetill, in addition to the pain felt before, it felt like they were still burning, his body he was still trying to resist, trying to remember his functions, his legs kicked the snow from where his body had fallen, but it was in vain. he only heard the voice he reproduced in his tale -Now you are my son, come on child... Come on, son of the hunt-*
Kjetill: All this disappeared after my body accepted the tiredness, night became day, my wound was gone, my clothes were still torn, blood was all over the snow, it was as if instead of hitting me, he bathed in blood... For a moment I thought it was a bizarre nightmare, that I had, I don't know, run away from my family, or insisted that I'd hunted some more and fought any creature that managed to escape wounded. I didn't understand, I just decided to go home.
I was very hungry but strangely very strong, willing, my steps were heavy and I walked through the thick snow without difficulty. I had a little unusual pain, my bones were sore, my teeth. My head. Everything but my wound.
When I saw my village I ran like a child begging its mother for refuge, I just wish I had forgotten that nightmare and asked forgiveness for having failed my father. A spear flew towards me, and I had to dodge it, it stuck to the ground. Everyone there was hostile, my mother's cry could be heard in the distance, my father was hugging her. And our shaman cried out in a sad tone that I was no longer welcome, now I was no longer one of them.
I wanted to know what I was? Because they talked like that, I was only 15 moons old, I didn't understand. I tried to speak, and he was adamant. He didn't want to talk. I was only convinced when the last spear was thrown by my father, close to my head, shouting that his son had been taken by him who was the great enemy of the Skaal, and that his body had become the possession of a beast. .. He was not the father of a beast.
*Ralof tries to compose himself while Gerdur still can't believe what he just heard from Kjetill's mouth, he's clearing his throat trying to keep mentally alert*
Ralof: Ha, well, hehe... I don't even know what to say after hearing all this, I mean. I've heard many stories of men who turned into direwolves, ate human flesh...
Gerdur: That's why you don't want to stay in our house... My son...
Kjetill: The legends are correct friend and Ralof, and don't worry Gerdur, I know it sounds a little weird for me to say this, but I was turned by Hircine so long ago, I had days and nights to spare to understand how my body changes, my spirit, my mind, the creature that takes care of my body does absolutely nothing without my full control. Maybe if I saw you in another context I couldn't say the same, but my heart and my mind understand that you are my friends, and strangely the creature in me is not interested in hunting innocent prey, much less when my heart understands that you, even without knowing me, he welcomed me, gave me hospitality and charity that I lacked that sad morning for me.
I mean, by theory, what I learned more or less from the books I tried to read with my little knowledge, is that Hircine the Daedra who guides the hunters, but wonders when the hunt turns the board to its turn, that is, when he reverses the game. It would be rude of him to hunt down something he couldn't defend on his own, or use the affection and love of a family for such a horrible feat, some people do it in a completely shameful way. And that's completely wrong, as long as I have "it" with me I don't risk anyone's life. As much as I have complete control, I didn't let it take over my body for so long, and I wanted it to stay as far away from this place as possible. Gerdur's family and you my friend are already in danger with our escape from Helgen...
Ralof: As for that, don't worry, I believe if you were going to do something bad, you would do it while we were running away from that fire-breathing winged monster. I owe you my life... and I'm serious about it.
Kjetill: I am sure of that, and with all my heart I thank you... Nordic, but due to the island being ceded to the Dark Elves, Raven Rock has been one of the most prosperous places connected to Morrowind. And there I did everything, cleaning the taverns, loading boats, and I began to work for a good and incredible seven moons with a man named Tiburcius Phrastus II, and I became good friends with a man who once received me with suspicion, but in my Last year with him, when he was very drunk, he called me the brother of another mother, Tiburcius Phrastus III, son of the second, of course. They taught me all about boats, he's the smuggler I told him when we got to Riverwood
Ralof: The man who broke into the crypts in search of treasure?
Kjetill: Exactly, he was a smuggler I told you about, and along with him were three other very talented men... that I'd like to talk about them later, once my motives for being captured are over.
After seven moons working with Tiburcius and the others, I decided it was time to get out of this life of illicit things, of course, despite everything, I learned not only to load ships' stock, fight to protect them, but how money helps and it often gets in the way of a young man's head who didn't know what civilized life was, buying books to teach me how to read. Syron a friend of mine taught me a lot of patience... he was an excellent barbarian to pick up a lute and play the most poetic songs for married women, to annoy husbands and end the night with broken tables, empty bottles, harm to both parties . Stupid things young people do...
*While Ralof laughs and shakes his head, Gerdur makes a disgruntled sound and looks seriously at Kjetill*
Gerdur: Didn't seem to mind this "hard life"
Kjetill: Oh, it wouldn't be honest to say that I don't miss them today, but I wanted to do something that I could enjoy doing. Something I found honest and worthy. So I had to get another job, luckily it was on another ship, being a loader of supplies for a merchant ship, also a bodyguard as I'm a big man and ugly enough to be intimidating, I thought it would be a good idea.
Now, to the great irony of fate, the misfortune was that this honest ship was attacked by pirates as stupid as those I was friends with in my time as a smuggler's sidekick. There were many and they surrounded the ship, unfortunately none of them was a Tiburcius or a Girshien to help me, and they were decimated. So I had to do something I promised a long time ago I wouldn't, I became a bear man and feasted on those who killed my wage earners, but I think the beast inside me was trapped for so long that by a reckless act I did. the ship sinking, which made me float in the middle of the sea in the middle of nowhere, to reach the icy and even a little nostalgic waters of Skyrim...
That's why they took me...
*Ralof looks at Kjetill with a more serious expression, scratching his head with his right hand, the top of his head ruffling his hair*
Ralof: What bastards, and they were saying you tried to cross the border like a criminal. It's like I said, you've met the true face of the Empire today. Hadvar never listened to me.
*Kjetill remembers that name, the brave imperial stood out from the other soldiers, wanting his safety, and willing to guide him out of all that suffering, but his intentions were not known until then, it was just not to lose the one who was a once destined for the ax edge *
Ralof: Hadvar and I grew up together here in this village, we were the best of friends, we were brothers in heart and soul. But he preferred to say that I betrayed him, that I betrayed what he believed to be right, because I defended and defend with all my heart, he was offended, because I did not surrender to the empire like he, like the emperor. he did. he defended so much that he spread his legs to the elves. He signed the treaty and after that the lives of all Norsemen turned into chaos. They want to banish our cult, because they think we are worshiping a false god, just because Talos slit the throats of these arrogant beings who are not worth what the donkey expelled from its bowels. And that led my brother Hadvar to make such a decision. My heart cries out for him because he should have come back to us. unless he's managed to escape, my heart feels he hasn't, which makes my thoughts turn to Alvor. Who is, or was, uncle.
Kjetill: I didn't know any of that...
Ralof: I know he wouldn't feel the same to see me lying on the cold stone to have my head cut off, but I wouldn't feel any better if I thought like he did. a good friend in times of peace that we were in Skyrim... But tell me one thing dear. What were these friends of yours like?
*Kjetill closes his eyes and smiles as he feasts on Gerdur's good food, and drinks his mead, he looks at Ralof*
- We called ourselves "nobody's children". Because apart from Tiburcius III, who was actively working with his father, Syron lost his parents in the Thalmor invasion of Hamerfell, Girshien doesn't say very clear things about the parents' fate, but it has something to do with Peryite, Guthrum I really don't know. -
- Actually, I would like to know exactly where they are now. Because I know that just five men are not enough to win a war. But I would love to fight one more time, even if it's one last time, alongside my brothers -
Ralof: Don't be so, you can write a letter to them and call them to fight for our cause. It doesn't matter if they are or were pirates, thieves, as long as they give up this life, they can all join together for our deliverance, they can be brothers multitudes or fifty men, every hand is welcome by our brothers or warriors will have their cup raised in toast to their lives.
Kjetil: I'll try, but I don't know exactly, I think my years go back and forth to say that I might lose the practice of holding a feather.
Gerdur: Come on, don't be so, I can write to you.
Kjetill: Again I bothering you.
Gerdur: I think you could see that my brother's friends are my friends, you are trustworthy. You can name them, what they look like, so that I can describe them so the messenger can deliver the message without error.
Kjetil: This man was strong, with muscular arms, a broad back, and a belly that surprisingly is very robust. He was about the same age as me, going into his youth, he was suspicious, and I thought it was just because a big skinny guy was scaring him, but when his father Tiburcius Phrastus II managed to convince him, he was a little nervous. little more relaxed.
They gave me lots of food, water, armor and taught me why my friend Phrastus is the son of a bargain.
I later found out that he and his father had a smuggling ship, which managed to sell low quality items at very high prices, they also had business with the thieves guild, which took a long time for the guilds to establish. I've traveled many places with them, of course, carrying boxes, protecting the ship. Tiburcio III became my great friend afterwards, teaching me how to talk to men with money, how to seduce women for information. I never wanted this life for myself, but I knew I should be there.
Phrastus is a great barbarian, but he is an excellent businessman and bard. there is no one who has such melodic and incredible fingers as Tiburcio. Only, unlike his father, today he is a wanderer, he doesn't want luxuries, but he likes to enjoy them. He is a man of somewhat excruciating quirks, but a fighter of enviable talent.
* A few days before Alduin's appearance in Skyrim, at some dawn in the now fortified settlement of Rorikstead, unlike some portrayed in great stories, this is surrounded by a great stone wall with fortified wooden guardhouses, whose same stamp the shield of Whiterun showing that Jarl Balgruuf guarded that small but prosperous village, plenty of large green plantations in a land that many mouths declare to be blessed to plant and peaceful to live, had a watch of soldiers attentive to anyone who arrived entering a village without gates*
Erik: Dad, do you want me to spend the rest of my life in this place? There are many young people like me who have already chosen their destinies, some are at war, some are on guard, I just want to find out what this world has to offer. You know, it's not fair, you've done all this at my age, it's my turn to find out what I want, and what I want is to be an adventurer, a mercenary, to work with my skills to help people.
Mralki: But you are a stubborn boy, if your mother were here she would never take away my reason, you do not go and it is over, you have to understand, you are a boy who wants to be swallowed by the sharp teeth of a world you are not prepared for to deal
*Behold, the door of the Tavern creaks and heavy footsteps as if the steel is hitting hard on the stones of the floor, like a march, the image is of a fat man, with a pink robe and white shoulders with leather and bronze gloves, a medallion of another with chains of another, inside his clothes a coat of mail and boots of bronze*
Tiburcius Phrustus III: Hello mixes of mentally stunted beings and assless mares, don't you have anything to eat in that pussy? HAHAHAHA
*At this moment some people are scared, but Mralki takes a deep breath and sends Erik to get Tiburcius' things and already wipes the counter with a wet handkerchief, the cold of dawn comes to fan the fire that at that moment was releasing a dizzying smell of pork roast and beef hams that dripped the fat on the embers of the fire while Tiburcio smiles thinking he would devour it alone *
Tiburcius: HAHAHAHA Mralki Mralki Mralki, you have very little faith for a man who believes in the Gods. All I can say is that I have my foolproof tactics that I use to be pretty convincing. And another thing, those imperial dolls open their legs for any idiot who masturbates their ego. Of course, I had to leave a delicacy or another, but nothing that leaves me completely lacking so we can enter into our agreements.
Of course, of course and of course, I won't be able to go back there for a long time, but it's not something I'm worried about, I'm thinking of putting some roots here, if you know what I mean.
Mralki: Oh, of course you do... Well, to show that you have priority in my tavern, if you pay what the price asks, you can sleep in a bed specialized in resting your big body, then leave your things with the Erik, so maybe they might interest me and I'll buy them, my dear friend.
*Mralki shows Tiburcius the room so he can rest next to it, and he ends up accepting the invitation which is actually paid, for a few coins Tiburcius just threw himself on the bed and let sleep consume him, a few hours were enough in order for him to feel more refreshed, actually some 10 hours of intense sleep, and snoring so loud that it aroused the curiosity of the locals, Tiburcius washes his face and eats the food that Mralki will bring him, but as he ended up sleeping too much, she was quite old and some flavors were not to Tiburcius' liking, but he ate without much protest. The same gets up and tries to dress properly, so that his sight of Rorik awakens joy, and with a big smile on his lips. it starts a subject *
Rorik: The ever-witty Tiburcius, of course you can sit with me, after all I have a score to settle with you, regarding such valuable items you trade, and besides paying you double what you're used to to also take some things to Solitude , if you want to earn money.
Tiburcius: Rorik Rorik Rorik, don't excite me man, of course I'd like to win one on the outside, but I need that first to catch this big hairy fish, you need to give me a good bait.
*Tiburcius sits next to a redguard warrior and stares at him for a few minutes, after Rorik explains that there is nothing to fear, Tiburcius smiles and tries to listen to Rorik*
Rorik: Gulum-Ei said there's something that might interest me, but he wasn't getting any news from you.
Tiburcius: I couldn't be in Skyrim in time, because of this shit going on with the Jarl of Windhelm killing the High King, the borders are closed, and they almost kill anyone who wants to cross, let alone who is Norse.
Rorik: Well that's what I'd have to tell him, I have a shipment of supplies that don't usually spoil, and in them there are things Gulum-Ei might be interested in, he says to say he's acting behind the Thieves' backs of the Guild.
Tiburcius: Gulum-Ei doing mischief against Mercer? HAHAHAHA my friend, this is fun to hear since Mercer is letting it all down by sucking Maven's ass.
Rorik: Keep it down kid!
Tiburcius: Fuck that bitch, she fucked up all the shit in Riften, and she's fucking that bunch of idiots who now live in a river of shit. All for what? To have an influence on this shit. That I just go there to eat "tilapia" from a whore, and "passar a perna" (Brazilian term for "cheat") the bald idiot and his hot wife.
Rorik: So your coming here fits me like a glove, as it's not safe for us to let others who are just rebellious life enthusiasts intrude on my lifelong ties to Gulum-EI.
Tiburcius: HAHAHAHA My friend Rork, it even makes me wet when you treat me like a pro, I'm just a bon-vivant my dear.
*Drinks a mug of wine while eating a very fat chicken leg while pushing with a bottle of mead, between laughs that come out of the chest some snores*
Tiburcius: Going behind the Guild's back could be a risky move if we were at the time of the Gray Fox, the guild in Skyrim is just a leather-clad mafia that squeezes the ass, they're not that dangerous but I understand your concern, go against something that has been ingrained for so many years. Well, if I wasn't your best trader, I could give them your head, but what's that for? I think it's time to show that this is very poorly managed.
Rorik: Don't worry "mad dog", my double will be enough to spend a good few quiet days on your binges with pretty girls and drinks cause I know that's what you live for, and I don't blame you, you're young, you you have to enjoy
Tiburcius: That's what I say.
Rorik: As soon as you leave the city, don't forget to stop by my house, so we can better deal with what we're talking about, and I won't ask you not to fail me, it would be a stupid request to make.
*At that moment Tiburcius gets up and Rorik at the same time rises from his chair, and leaves a bag of Septins that Erik discreetly takes to his father, while the burly man and the older man seal their deal in a laughing embrace like two children. friends*
Rorik: Don't squeeze me so hard man.
Tiburcius: HAHAHAHA I forget you're falling apart, but well, come on, I'm just going to get some stuff, see if the hopeless Mralki wants anything and then I'll be at your house.
*So at the end of the treaty, Rorik says goodbye and leaves Tiburcius alone to almost get his things to leave, but when Tiburcius realizes, he is facing Erik, son of the innkeeper, who stares at him from head to toe. *
Tiburcius: Hmmm hahahaha... Look boy, you're not bad, you're not bad at all, if you know how to defend yourself, and of course, have the right clothes, I can take you to be my bodyguard, and who knows with me. I can travel the whole world, why not? Until you can walk your own path, get married, have kids, or live in debauchery and orgies hahahaha... It's been a while since I've been in one, In an orgy just lean your ass against the wall.
Eric: How so?
Mralki: Withering away? Boy look at the bullshit you're talking about!
By the Gods, you don't even know what that means. You know what I think about it, besides, you know what I earn here wouldn't buy decent armor and sword.
Mralki: I don't know what to say, I mean, even if I sell the things you want me to sell, I can't help but think that you're being generous to me and my son, of course. Your money will be paid every penny, even if I can't sell what you may have brought me.
Tiburcius: Yes, my charming innkeeper will sell, I have products of the most elegant delicacies, Cyrodiil Cognac, Sujamma, Mazte, because you have to understand that these dark elves are so widespread that not even men want to sleep with Queen Barenziah, condiments for "Matambre stuffed" ", which is what you eat the most in Bruma these days, man... With that you'll even hire musicians to shout the name of this place to the four corners of this country.
Erik: How did you get all these delicacies?
Mralki: Erik, this in your countries of origin is like our sweet bread, the difference is that here in Skyrim this is valued for the difficulty of how it is done.
Tiburcius: A Skaal term for this is "values the pass", I don't know if it's exactly a Skaal term, but that's it...
Erik: I'm prepared, Mr. Phrastus, and I'll look forward to it.
Tiburcius: Call me Tiburcius guri, I'm not that much older than you, although I'm too handsome to be old hahahaha but well... Mralki, don't worry, I won't take your boy down a bad path, okay?
Mralki: It's ok, it's ok... I just want you to know that if I take care of him, it's because it was the only thing his mother left me, and well... I can't keep him forever in my life, right? .
*Tiburcius leaves the heavy bag of coins on the table and hugs Mralki and comforts him, then hugs Erik and tells him to behave well towards his father, and that he would be back soon, as it was quite late, Tiburcius packed his things and he left Mralki's tavern and felt that Mralki's cozy tavern gave way to the blackness of an icy dawn, that the wind blew in his face, shaking his beard and hair, and with slow and quite strong steps he walks towards the house next to that would be Rorik's, but he notices that the candle lights are off and a paper written that the money was in a bag along with the things Tiburcius would have to carry, and without the night guards noticing, he puts it on his back. the items and finally decides to travel towards Solitude, with the promise that in a few days he would return to look for his perhaps travel partner. young Erik. *
Female Guard: What a delightfully suspicious man, I must be very careful.
