Open Of bandits and dragons, tis not the greatest threat..

[Wolfie]

To tear at the fabric of the universe​

To study where the sheet folds​

It is there where I will excel and exceed​

It is there where I will be know immortal.​

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Just be careful not to tear.​

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Shadow flitted amongst the knotted stones of the fort. "Down!" she cried. "Down! Shoot the bastard down!"​

All was chaos. A group of about twenty-five men in tan guard tunics cried out as one voice in earnest. A broken shield the color of moistened honey lay forgotten next to a blank wall that outlined a faint flickering of fire that coated it's wood; the shield beheld an image of a horse with a curling tongue. These were Whiterun guards.​

"Gods curse it! It won't die!" one young guard cried out, holding his bow above his head as if it were a shield to hide behind.​

A woman stepped forward into the burning light of the sun. Her armor of fur gathered well to her muscular torso. Archer's gauntlets - covering only the index, middle, and ring fingers - covered her roughly built wrists. Warpaint crowded around her eyes to depict a double-sided war axe with a small design running down the bridge and base of her nose. She was pale, with startling grey eyes and a commanding, guarding aura. "Orvan, don't be a skeever-brain," she growled, having to raise her soft voice over the distinct cries that rose around them. "It's just a dragon. We can kill it and then go back home!"​

"Home...home...home," Orvan pleaded to the skies. "Akatosh, save me!"​

Oh, you're helpless, Labrys thought as she walked forward and clapped him on the shoulder. "Fine. Go back into cover. But next time, whatever we face, I expect you to be up front and ready! Got it?"​

Orvan swallowed dryly and nodded, running back with his bow and slinking into the interior of the fort. They were at Whiterun's Western Watchtower, but the place was in ruins; stone bricks hobbled unevenly, scattered amongst the ground in pieces, and the main walkway was destroyed past recognition.​

In Labrys's hand was grasped a spectral bow, so transparent that it was nearly white and invisible in the light. She took aim with a bound arrow and loosed it.​

The shadow in the skies above came into better recognition. It was a horned, ruffled creature with bog-red scales and eyes are fiery as a volcano. ​

A dragon.​

The second one that Labrys had ever faced, and the second attack this month. Last time it was a small one, though. But this one ... it was some kind of storm dragon, she supposed, as lightning arched between it's wings. She suppressed a shudder and slid back into the shadows.​

Aim, loose. Aim, loose. Aim, loose ... repetition gained it's recognition. The dragon finally staggered slightly in the air. Labrys took a second to glance at her company, a group of guards that cried out in both terror and in promised threats. "We are Whiterun's protectors!" she yelled to them all suddenly. "We will not give up! This dragon will die by our arrows and our home will be safe again! Work, boys, let your arrows fly." She loosed another arrow. The dragon lighted upon the ground. Some men ran towards it. She stayed behind, shooting, shooting-​

It crept towards her. Her heart clenching, she took a step back. Something crunched under her grip. She flinched and looked down and saw one of their very own guards right behind her, laying motionless ... a second confirmed that he was dead.​

She looked back in front of her. Her heart screamed to attack or flee as she beheld a set of gleaming scales, furious eyes, and a set of angry horns glaring at her. The dragon opened it's mouth, and she crouched and picked up the broken shield with her free right hand, hugging it in front of her as the creature readied for it's oral attack. Running would do no good.​

Shor guide me, she prayed softly in her mind as a flash of hot air rushed past her.​

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[Boudica]

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Hope that you don't mind me jumping into this...
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“Fascinating! Absolutely fascinating,” Arthanar proclaimed as he leant forwards over the stone walls of a guard tower in Whiterun. The disgruntled guard kept repeating for the Altmer to come down or he would report to the captain of his unauthorised presence; however, the petty threats did not reach his mesmerized brain as the high elf watched the swooping lizard with an avid intensity.

He was enthralled, completely caught up in his intrigue and curiosity of this gigantic airborne reptile that appeared to surge with natural electricity and commanded the atmosphere around it with a strict and masterful authority.

His eyeballs desired to continue watching this beautiful spectacle, his ears and heart were closed to the screams and cries of terror that would carry on the wind from unfortunate guards if the dragon’s bellows weren’t so thunderously loud! Yet, his scholarly brain would suffer him leaning no longer and with his long legs and elegant strides, he descended the spiralled steps, past a number of guards in tan cuirasses. Their Nordic curses fell on long, deaf ears and with an elaborate sweeping gesture he opened the large entrance gates without laying a graceful hand on its old wood and slid through the first available gap to continue his long strides, undeterred and fluid, down the pathway to the stables with an almost mad smile on his face.

He passed guards lurking in their towers with their hands grapping weaponry and their manhood’s for being cowards and not being at the watchtower. He passed people helping erect the great linked barriers made of large logs of wood that had been sharpened to lethal points. It was one of these barriers that suddenly barred his way and he walked quickly around it before the small gap could be barred with another set.

“What are you doing?!” A guard called, still, however, refusing to move from behind the safety of the barriers, “there’s a dragon about!”

Arthanar, once again, ignored the raised voices of concern and fright and practically launched himself (with grace) onto the back of his steed that was cowering with its newfound horse brethren. Once its master was on its dappled back, the horse appeared to be emboldened and surged with almost ‘magical’ courage out of nowhere and down the road to the watchtower; whinnying with ferocity.

Until it got within walking distance and its master jumped off with the elegance of a cat....

Then it seemed to come to its senses and bolted with snorts of terror...

“Fascinating...” Arthanar murmured as he saw the bog red creature up close, how it crackled with lightning and its eyes burned like coals in the deepest pits of oblivion.

When it landed the draft it generated caused the elf to brace himself against the gusts and shield his face from the debris that was swept off the ground and was caught in the powerful currents of air that buffeted from underneath those massive canvases of leather and muscle.

Yet...as much as he would love to see a dragons digestion in action, he felt that he would learn more if he saw what could affect its thick hide. Humming delightedly to himself he conjured a large spear of ice in his hands, that was sharp and as deadly as it looked, with a flourish of his those practiced appendages and hurled it at the base of a horn on the dragons head. Spears and lances of concentrated flame and lightning followed with quick flurries and flourishes and Arthanars eyes were trained on the beast as, he was competent enough to do these spells blindfolded and, he wanted to note any small details...

 

[Wolfie]

The dragon whirled around, noticing the attack and not too pleased. It hissed as a chunk of ice slid underneath it's scales, penetrating the flesh.
Labrys opened her eyes wider. Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable. She caught sight of a figure apparently studying the dragon. He's just as bad as Farengar! A guard growled at him furiously.
"Men! Scatter, and aim under the scales!" she cried out to her comrades, edging out of the dragon's point of view and running up the rubble to where the Altmer stood. "What in Shor's name are you doing?" she demanded, realizing that she was still holding the broken shield. She set it down quickly out of the way and fixed an arrow into place, aiming at the dragon and peering at the edges of her eyes at the stranger.

 

[callmeclemens]

A Khajiit steps out from behind the Honningbrew Meadery where he has been sleeping at no small expense. A days worth of Gold from the Caravan was Skyrim's price for a "Cat" to sleep in a Stable out of harms way. Now a great ruckus has woken Semaj the Khajiit from his Slumber, a great roar, screams and what sounds to be a battle are only feet away from the Khajiit, instantly the Khajiits silver-grey fur stands up, his teeth gnarl, and his tail begins to swing back and forth in a panic. He quickly reaches at his belt and unfastens a Orcish Dagger from its sheath. He reflects for a moment, he's never seens a Dragon, he had heard the stories but simply a myth or a legend he had thought, one from a far away land.

What good could a Dagger do? He thought to himself, but this was no time for thinking, he watch from a distance as the Dragon unleashed a mighty blast of fire that he was certain sent men to Sovngarde.

Before he realized what he was doing his feet where moving beneath him as he bound from rock to stump, tree branch to fence post. As he approached he saw a few Brave Souls weild swords and Axes, taking on the Dragon.

Here is my Chance- he thought.

The Dragon was quickly recovering from its last oral assault, and a large chunk fallen from atop the guard tower had lent itself to be a fine spring post for the Khajiit.

He sprung Dagger raised heading straight for the back of the beast. His eyes widened and his fangs we're fully shown. "I've got you" he thought to himself. He reached out his hand to brace for the landing on the Dragons back but alas, with an effortless whip of its tail the Khajiit was hammered away from the Dragon with the force on a dozen Warhammers letting out a loud cry. The Dragons armoured tail sent the Khajiit flying towards the ruined Guard Tower, with great force the Khajiit's body struck the tower and dropped nearly lifelessly to the ground.

 

[Wolfie]

Labrys was too caught up attacking the dragon. It roared and whirled it's head towards her. Her shoulders hunched and she jumped off of the broken walkway, crouching behind a wall of crumbling stones.

(New character xD) Ladrys(I know, a small difference in name, and almost in character too) froze, hand gripping her dark-wooded bow. Keeping an arrow nocked in place with a forefinger, she ran over to the fallen Khajiit, pausing and then crouching down next to him. Without speaking, she slid a light red potion out of a pack that hung on the left side of her waist. Her eyes were full grey without any pupils, although there was a significant orange tint in them. Her face was very pale, yet she was definitely a Breton. (Eh, just see description on my signature lol)

 

[callmeclemens]

The Khajiit weakly reached for the potion and eagerly drank it down. He nodded towards the Brenton gratefully, it was rare to get any charity from anybody in these lands, but perhaps it was understood that these circumstances were different. He quickly squirmed behind a large fallen piece of the ruined tower and dropped to the ground where a familiar rattle was heard from his satchel, Skooma. Semaj the Khajiit was once an addict and a fiend for Skooma, it took almost death to remove him from Skooma. He reached into his satchel and pulled out a few small vials he had carried for sale purposes, anyone in Skyrim knew Caravans made their real money on moon sugar and skooma. The cork screamed to be removed and drank, he knew one vial would give him the strength to go for the Dragon again. He placed the vials back in his satchel grabbed his Dagger, and lifted himself to his feet.

 

[Wolfie]

"Easy, cat," Ladrys said softly, rising as well. Her voice was low and portrayed more of her personality than her appearance itself. "Not to offend, but what foolishness to charge a dragon!" She looked a slight amused, although her eyes portrayed no seen emotion. She fixed an arrow and fired at the dragon, edging to the left and away from the Semaj, slipping behind the part of the ruined tower and firing at an alarming speed and accuracy. Her forearms were tight and muscular, her open eyes slightly narrow in concentration.

 

[callmeclemens]

The Khajiit brushed himself off listening intently to his new Comrade.

" Never fought a Dragon before", He jokingly hissed in his voice with a heavy Elsweyr accent mixed with a thick Khajiit Rasp.

"Though good advice you honor me with. "

The Khajiit remianed pressed behind coverage, perhaps he would strike when the Dragon was weaker or more distracted.

Distraction he thought as he sheathed his dagger, and got in a position where he was ready to sprint, he glanced at his new Comrade and gave him a look as to say "On your call".

 

[Wolfie]

With an arrow notched, she gave him a small, rather charming smile before sliding to her full height. The woman with the bound bow, she decided mentally. Seems to command the guard here. If we can somehow distract the dragon and they can lead some kind of charge ... without dying, of course. Hm. Tag. "Alright," she muttered, glancing again at him. "We'll play a bit with him. Stay in sight but near good cover. I hope you're strong enough for a bit of running." She ran into view of the dragon and made a point of spraying a few arrows at it's face. One of her arrows stuck in the corner of it's right eye. It screamed and thrashed blindly for a moment before looking at her sideways, screaming furiously, and taking to the air, readying for a stream of fire.

Labrys looked at the two strangers. A woman with dark hair that gleamed like fire in the mid-post sun and a grey-furred Khajiit. Those smart fools. "Men, gather up! Ready shields, ready bows, ready arrows! This dragon will regret messing with us!" She let out a whistling, musical warcry. It was reflected by the remainer of the guard. So little," she thought palely as the men - and women - ran at the dragon, running around remainers of rocks and hiding a bit behind them. A couple shot spells at it, while others hung back and let their arrows fly. Labrys herself unsheathed her sword and ran in with fire in her eyes(not literally of course), her left hand flaming with a conjuration spell.

 

[Parven]

A Tall Altmer mage approaches from Whiterun travelling at an extraordinary speed noticing the dragan she stops in the open and seems to radiate magika her hands burst into flames as she fling two fireballs at the dragon followed by a dual strike of lightning bolts she casts another spell and disappears from sight. A flame elemental appears and flings a fireball of his own into the dragons ribs before suddenly vanishing. " thought you could use the help" she says then powerful restoration magic appears in her hands and she forces the magic into the ground bringing any dead soldier or guards back to life. she once again casts a spell and becomes invisible.

 

[Wolfie]

"Bloody nec," Labrys muttered. "Another mage." A guard grumbled in a agreement and his shoulders tightened as did his throat when he was one of his dead comrades rising.

Ladrys didn't seem to much notice. She ducked behind a cracked pillar just as flames billowed at it and her. She hid behind it, the side of her jaw greying with a burn as the rock heated. The fire stopped as the dragon landed again, attacking the rising soldiers.

 

[Parven]

The Altmer sees the tiny wound and with a flick of the wrist she heals it before hurling two fire balls at the dragon and then turning invisible once again

 

[callmeclemens]

"The Khajiit sprung from behind the rock to run alongside the warriors his running was effortless and Silent, usually his Talent was to be not seen, distracting such a Large Beast came as something foreign to Semaj.

But here he was approaching the Dragon, once more ,with twice the effort of previous attempts he Threw himself into the air straight for the throat of the Dragon. Time seemed to nearly stan still as he was making his landing approach, his time was now he drew his dagger, and braced for his landing.

With a great force Semaj's body hit the neck of the Dragon, only this time he made it. He wrapped one arm around its massive armored neck and secured himself, with great force he pulled back his arm and get to stab the throat of the great beast, with a great deal of force he struck the Dragon bare handed, on impact the Dagger had slipped through his Furred hands, this only allowed the Dragon to take notice of the Cat on his neck, with a powerful swing of his neck Semaj was tossed away again, only this time the Khajiit landed on his feet. Taking only an instant to brush himself off he turned and ran back toward the Dragon, grabbing a sword of a fallen Whiterun Guardsmen.

 

[Parven]

The Mage surround itself in a cloak of fire before turning her flesh to ebony she summons a daedric sword to hand and charges at the dragon once again with extraordinary speed she leaps onto it back and continues to stab at it the sword effortlessly cutting through the dragons scales

 

[Boudica]

Arthanar had been so consumed in his task, the trivial comings and goings of others had briefly invaded his vision and that was about it. However, now, seeing people so sloppily trying to hack the beast to pieces with no finesse or attention to detail whatsoever, had started to boil the rage in his veins.

The interruption of the other mage was the last straw as she appeared to pull all her tricks out of the bag and had leapt onto the dragons back to slash at it.

It was this break in his concentration that caused him to be aware of his surroundings for the first time since he had arrived and noticed a Khajiit and the familiar bowswoman who he had interrupted himself. Guards that appeared to be coming back to life caused his irritation to flare and, stopping the flow of restorative magic, put them all back to the blessed death in which they belonged. Necromancy had a time and place and now wasn't one of them.

"AM I SURROUNDED BY IDIOTS!" He roared, rage manifesting itself into his hands as the controlled lightning spat, flared and hissed chaotically similar to how the electricity had snaked itself along the dragons proud body.
He wasn't so bothered by the two 'mortals', it was the mage with which he shared kin with, whom he was feeling especially malevolent for.

He shot a paralyzing bolt at the dragons head, hoping that if it shook through the barriers enough it would paralyze the brain of the large lizard and prevent it from being stabbed and slashed into small unrefined pieces by these dolts.