“Dovahkiin,” Paarthurnax greeted me, and his voice rang over the mountain as if he aimed to be heard down in Ivarstead. He sat on top of his wall as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn’t moved for weeks and waited for me. Perhaps he had. I was sore and tired from the way…
He is gone. They’re both gone. No move, no sound, no breath is left. A small trickle of red runs from the corner of his mouth down his chin and vanishes behind his ear, the snow beneath him molten from the blood that has washed the life from his body. Just his eyes are still…
Relief surged through me as we stood in the door and watched after the man walking towards the market place. He didn’t look back, and I relaxed into Farkas’ arms that were slung around my waist. His brother was finally on his way to Jorrvaskr. Vilkas had been taciturn about his conversation with Kodlak, but…
Galmar clenches his teeth as he stares at the door that has closed behind his host. Their host. He has never liked the Jarl, noble and warrior in perfection, his upbringing in a family that has always thrived on power and independence engrained into every pore. But Balgruuf has complied with his request and received…
A lot had changed in Jorrvaskr, we had been gone so long. At first nothing was particularly unusual, at least not as long as we didn’t leave Farkas’ room. We were woken several times by the usual morning cacophony of Jorrvaskr – cursing and shouting, banging doors and clanking metal, people searching for armour parts,…
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