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[Taaron]

Chapter 1- Rhea the Huntress

"It is time for Nords to learn the truth. Eternal life can be theirs, without the need to spend an entire mortal life in vain pursuit of something completely unattainable. In the end, all valiant Nords can enter Sovngarde. "

It was the end of Evening Star. My cousin and I were traveling to Windhelm, a city in the far reaches of Skyrim. We had received a letter from a man named Odar Stormcloak. The letter had told us to ride to Windhelm for an important matter. It took us three days to ride through Hammerfell, and four to get to Windhelm. That is where my adventure really started.

It was blur. “Taaron.” My mother whispered to me. “Taaron!” I woke up. “Taaron are you okay?” It was my cousin, Kobra. She was sitting next to me, looking worried. “You were dreaming. What about?”
“It doesn’t matter.” I said. I got up and walked over to the fireplace. “How long till we reach Windhelm?”
“Only a few days I’m guessing. We’re running low on food, we should go hunting tomorrow.”
“It’s fine I’ll go now.”
“Are you sure? I mean, you don’t really know Skyrim’s terrain.”
“Trust me, cousin. I’ll get the food.” And I was off.

I pulled the arrow out of it’s quiver. As I placed the arrow on the string, the faint smell of Frostbite Poison, seeped into my nose. My fingers tensed. I had my eyes on the elk. I got down on one knee, preparing to fire that single poisoned arrow. This was the moment. The elk stopped moving. Come on, Taaron! I thought. All of a sudden, the elk fell over. Huh? Was someone else hunting it? From the trees, a woman emerged. I took out my dagger. The woman hadn’t seen me yet. She was moving towards the elk, slowly, as if she knew someone was there. I clenched my fist around the dagger. For some reason, I started to move towards the elk, too. I must’ve stepped on a twig, because the woman looked towards me. “Back off, now!” she exclaimed.
“I had my eyes on it first.” I replied. She looked at me oddly, then at the dead elk on the ground. She studied it for a second. She looked at the feet, the antlers, and the eyelids. Then, she looked back at me. “Take the elk.” The huntress said.
“What? But you just killed it.” I said to her.
“I’m looking for a dire elk. It’s a creature from the plains of Oblivion. I’m hunting it down. I am in no need of food.”
“Oh. Well, I’m Taaron.” I put my dagger back in my boot. I put out my hand for her to shake.
“Rhea.” She said. “My mother Aela runs the Companions in Whiterun.” She shook my hand. Rhea helped me skin the elk and take the meat. When we were done, she took me to a creek to wash our hands and we said our goodbye’s telling me I was always welcome in Jorrvaskr in Whiterun. I then made my way back to the camp.

This post has been edited by Taaron: Jun 30 2012, 09:24 PM

[Taaron]

Previously on Tamriel Reborn:
4E 283
Taaron and Kobra are on their way to Windhelm to recieve a special mission from Jarl Odar Stormcloak. Taaron keeps having bad dreams about a certain Aldmeri Dominion. He wakes up to go hunting and sees Rhea the Huntress. They have a short talk about the Oblivion Plains. Rhea leaves. The next day on the way to Windhelm, Taaron is admiring Hrothgar. It gets cold so they stop at an inn. In the inn they get surrounded by bandits, then... everything is a blur.


Chapter 3- Jarl Odar Stormcloak

Blood dripped from my dagger. A pool of blood was around Kobra and I. The woman at the bar was on her knees trembling in fear. “Please! Don’t hurt me. I was forced to.” I walked up to her. I was about to strike her with my blade, but then Kobra grabbed my arm. “Don’t” she said. “She’s not worth your energy.” Kobra looked at the woman. “Get out.” The inn keeper scurried out of the building like a rat.
“This is why I hate Skyrim” I told Kobra. “They’re all savages. We should’ve stayed in High Rock.”
“We were begged to come here. We’re the only representatives of the Covenant.”
“Well damn the Covenant!” I protested. “You know you hate your job. When we signed up for the Daggerfall Covenant, you and I both wanted to fight for the cause, not be speakers.”
“I can’t say your lying. Look at the bright side Taaron… we get paid six times more than the Rangers.”
I looked sternly at Kobra. She looked deeply into me and told me, “Look. If you were a Daggerfall Ranger, would you let five bandits piss you off? Huh?”
“Whatever, let’s just hurry to Windhelm and get this job over with.” Kobra smiled at me.

We walked over the bridge of Windhelm. Guards were staring at us harshly. I whispered to Kobra, “ I don’t think they like us”
“No” She said. “I think there was a funeral today” We walked past a woman who was on the ground crying. I heard her say something among the lines of: Who will save us from the dragons. Dragons have been extinct for over eighty years. Odd, I thought. When we entered Windhelm we asked a guard where Odar Stormcloak was. He told us he was in the Palace of Kings. I figured it was the giant building in the back of the city.

Inside there was long table with food of all kinds. At the end was a throne. A man sat in it holding his head up with his fist. “You finally arrived. Wait. You are the Covenant Representatives, correct?”
“Yes.” Kobra says. “Why did you summon us Jarl Odar?”
“You know of our recent death, yes?”
“No” I step in. “Is this what the commotion is about?”
“If you mean everyone mourning, than yes. Do you know the tale of the Dragonborn? What am I saying, of course you don’t. You’re Bretons. There was once a man who could speak the language of the dragons and absorb their souls. This man is now dead.”
“So why do you need us?” I ask.
“Us Nords like to be buried with our treasures and-
“You want us to find the Dragonborn’s treasures?”
“Well, yes. After the year 4E 201 he went missing and no one knew where he was. Some thought he was on High Hrothgar, others believe he fled to Sovngarde since he wasn’t needed. Nevertheless, we found out he was secretly worshipping Talos in Jorrvaskr.”
Jorrvaskr. I recognized that name. That’s where Rhea was at.
“We’ll do it.” I say.
“What?” Kobra and Odar both say.
“We’ll look for your treasure.”
“Good. I knew you’d do it.”
“Where can we start looking?”
“Personally, I would go to Jorrvaskr itself. Maybe you could find something useful.”
“Alright. Let’s go Kobra” She stayed where she was. “You coming?”
“Don’t I get a say in what we do?” she demanded. I started to walk a way expecting her to follow. Apparently she gave way, and started trailing behind me. “How do you know where to start? Do you even know where Jorrvaskr is?”
“Stay calm, cousin. I know where to go” I tell her.
“Where?”
“Whiterun.”