Wolfred the Brave
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WARNING: CONTAINS SPOILERS
A large, muscular Nord walked into the Bannered Mare. His battle-scarred face held sapphire eyes and a broken nose onto a long-haired, bearded head. Rent and dented iron armor, glowing with the faint light of enchantments, covered his huge mass. Iron also covered his hands- glowing with that same, faint light. His boots were again iron, glowing of magic. He wore no helm to obscure his face, but the triangular sheath of an Iron Sword adorned his waist, resonating heat. His left arm bore an iron and wood shield, Although this had no enchantments visible. He slowly walked up to Saadia, the redgaurd barmaiden. "Give me an ale." He said, his very voice rebounding of the walls- this one knew the power of the Thu'um. Ever since Alduin's defeat at the hands of the Dragonborn, more and more warriors had made the treacherous journey up the Throat of the World to learn the Way of the Voice. Saadia handed him the orange bottle and he, in return, handed her gold. He sat down next to a similarly iron-clad warrior- who was yet again complaining about the security in Whiterun. The Nord wanted to strangle him, but refrained, for he had already been in trouble with the gaurds. Mikael the Bard was singing "Ragnar the Red" again. All of the sudden, the singing stopped. As the huge nord looked at where Mikael had been, he heard the scream of "Murder!" His gaze drifted slowly to Mikael's body, pinned to the floor by an arrow of moonstone. As recognition dawned in the nord, and he got up to run, another arrow was shot from seemingly nowhere, hitting the brute in the knee. He fell, clutching his knee. A shadowy figure dropped from the rafters, an Ebony bow in his hands. "Looks llike you'll have to become a city gaurd- if you live long enough." sneered the figure. The assassain pulled out a Dagger, made of Ebony yet unfamiliar, and slowly walked over to the helpless warrior. He plunged the dagger into the Nord's throat. He slowly straightened, then inhumanly quickly, threw the dagger towards the door of the inn. It pinned Uthgerd the Unbroken's hand to the door, and then burst aflame. Then the Shadow roared with Summer's breath. Every last patron in the Inn burst into an inferno as the wave of sound, "Yul Toor Shul", hit them. The Shadow collected his blade and disappeared out the back door, as the Gaurds rushed in to find too many dead bodies. One thing remained unblackened. A small piece of parchment. Scrawled on it were the words- "Summer's breath, Winter's death". The mysterious destroyer of Nords had struck again. Noone knew much about him. All they knew was that he was going to kill every Nord he could.
A large, muscular Nord walked into the Bannered Mare. His battle-scarred face held sapphire eyes and a broken nose onto a long-haired, bearded head. Rent and dented iron armor, glowing with the faint light of enchantments, covered his huge mass. Iron also covered his hands- glowing with that same, faint light. His boots were again iron, glowing of magic. He wore no helm to obscure his face, but the triangular sheath of an Iron Sword adorned his waist, resonating heat. His left arm bore an iron and wood shield, Although this had no enchantments visible. He slowly walked up to Saadia, the redgaurd barmaiden. "Give me an ale." He said, his very voice rebounding of the walls- this one knew the power of the Thu'um. Ever since Alduin's defeat at the hands of the Dragonborn, more and more warriors had made the treacherous journey up the Throat of the World to learn the Way of the Voice. Saadia handed him the orange bottle and he, in return, handed her gold. He sat down next to a similarly iron-clad warrior- who was yet again complaining about the security in Whiterun. The Nord wanted to strangle him, but refrained, for he had already been in trouble with the gaurds. Mikael the Bard was singing "Ragnar the Red" again. All of the sudden, the singing stopped. As the huge nord looked at where Mikael had been, he heard the scream of "Murder!" His gaze drifted slowly to Mikael's body, pinned to the floor by an arrow of moonstone. As recognition dawned in the nord, and he got up to run, another arrow was shot from seemingly nowhere, hitting the brute in the knee. He fell, clutching his knee. A shadowy figure dropped from the rafters, an Ebony bow in his hands. "Looks llike you'll have to become a city gaurd- if you live long enough." sneered the figure. The assassain pulled out a Dagger, made of Ebony yet unfamiliar, and slowly walked over to the helpless warrior. He plunged the dagger into the Nord's throat. He slowly straightened, then inhumanly quickly, threw the dagger towards the door of the inn. It pinned Uthgerd the Unbroken's hand to the door, and then burst aflame. Then the Shadow roared with Summer's breath. Every last patron in the Inn burst into an inferno as the wave of sound, "Yul Toor Shul", hit them. The Shadow collected his blade and disappeared out the back door, as the Gaurds rushed in to find too many dead bodies. One thing remained unblackened. A small piece of parchment. Scrawled on it were the words- "Summer's breath, Winter's death". The mysterious destroyer of Nords had struck again. Noone knew much about him. All they knew was that he was going to kill every Nord he could.
