"Let's get going," Aela anxiously remarked. Nodding his head, Jaldian lead the way. The two nords travelled the wilderness of the Reach on foot, walking instead of running. The wind was refreshing blowing against Jaldian's face and felt pleasing to feel the pores of his face brushed with the mighty air of Skyrim. The two walked up a dirt path. The way seemed clear.

"We've stopped, what is it?" asked Aela when Jaldian halted. He did not speak. He knew something was among them. They proceeded cautiously. From the left, a band of Forworn! The tribesmen and women of the Reach halted, warning the nords. A tense moment was strained among the conflicting people of Skyrim, as they knew who their enemy was. The moment lasted seemingly a while. The time for words was over, and the Forsworn agreed with this line of thought.

The Forsworn fell upon the adventurers. The nords drew their blades to their defence. Jaldian was unatuned to his nightingale armor as it was light. He blocked and bashed the Forsworn with the hilt of his sword. He sweat in his hood. The Forsworn were proving to be worthy foes. Aela drew back and took out her bow. She shot into the frey. A Forsworn fell to her mighty arrows. Jaldian slashed two down. The intensity of the battle grew as the Forsworn watched their brothers and sisters fall to the race of the nords who had taken their land. "Glory to the Forsworn!" manages to fight its way over the sounds of battle. Jaldian was wounded. He cast a healing spell quickly, for he had not much time. Aela fell wounded. Jaldian ran to her to heal her. The Forsworn were overwhelming. Moments from death Aela crawled. So close to death... "I cannot best you..." she reluctantly gasped. Jaldian equipped a spell to heal Aela. The Forsworn were relentless. He too took attacks. It was this moment or she was dead. At the nick of time he healed Aela. The battle continued in a rampage. Aela proceeded back to her bow and shot down another of the Forsworn. "Die, damn you!" The nords fought bravely in their defense. In his mind, Jaldian pondered if he felt guilty... the Forsworn had lost their land to his ancestors... but no... such regrets will prove to be a weakness in this battle. He slew another of the Forsworn. Aela dealt with the Forsworn in melee as they attacked her. Jaldian crossed paths with a strong Forsworn who proved to be stronger than his comrades. A heated an intense battle commensed between the two. Jaldian slashed at him. The tribesman took the blow and perforned a dual weild combo. Jaldian blocked and bashed him with his hilt, yet the attack still harmed him. He glanced over at Aela to see her make a kill with her dagger. He proceeded to fight the brave man of the Forsworn. Slashing and power blows and blood spraying was only revigourating to the tribes man. Jaldian's stamina was low. He breathed heavy. A Forsworn attacked from the side and Jaldian slashed them down quickly. It was down to two Forsworn. Aela fought against a Forsworn woman with her dagger. The huntress slashed her down just as Jaldian killed his enemy performing a killing move. His sword sank deep into the flesh of his enemy as he ran him through and spun around and slashed him down. The two put away their blades and continued their journeys. Just another day's work for an adventurer.

[This story is true, based off of an encounted I had over the weekend, but is slightly exaggerated. I hope you enjoyed it.]