» Thu Jun 14, 2012 6:20 am
I was wondering the western plains of Whiterun with Vilkas one day when I spotted, way off in the distance, a dragon hovering over a hill and town. Oh no I though that dragon must be attacking Rorikstead! As companions we were honor bound to defend the townspeople. So I began sprinting to the scene. Thankfully I can really move since I have the steed stone and a ring of rejuvenation. Vilkas on the other hand is not so fast and he soon fell well behind. It wasn't until I was half way there that I realized that the dragon was none other than Alduin himself and he was actually in the process of resurrecting another dragon from a mound on top of a hill behind Rorikstead. I continued to rush top the scene but by the time I got there Alduin had flown off and the essence of Nahagliiv was coalescing into the mighty beast.
Nahagliiv turned to gaze upon me with murderous eyes, I returned the favour and rushed him with a critical charge. As I attempted to bring my axe down on his head he took to the sky and alas I could not stop my forward momentum and my axe sunk deep into the soft ground. I struggled to remove the axe and orient myself just in time as Nahagliiv took a swooping pass about to blast me with his thuum. I raised spellbreaker just in time to block the frost breath. Frost breath?!! I'm a Nord for Talos sake, I was barely fazed. I could tell Nahagliiv was clearly frustrated and he came in for a landing to test my mettle in melee combat...Big mistake... I immediately shouted, invoking the power of elemental fury and set upon the dragon with blinding speed, hacking and slashing furiously. I was inflicting terrible damage and when Nahagliiv attempted to strike out at me a bashed him in the face with spellbreaker. Desperate to flee, Nahagliiv took to the skies but he was too severely wounded to remain aloft. He quickly came crashing to the ground tearing a wide swath as he slid across the ground. Dirt and rocks flew everywhere and the mighty dragon only stopped once he hit the very mound from which he had just emerged. I rushed in again to finish him off hacking relentlessly as the dragon died. Caught up in a beast-like fury I continued to wield my axe against the dragon as I absorbed his very soul...
Finally, it was over...
As I caught my breath, I gazed at the dragon and then at the town below, whose people had been oblivious to the whole scene, unaware how close the came to destruction. Oh well, all in a days work for the Dovahkiin.
Time for a drink
I wonder where Vilkas is...?
I head down to the Frostfruit Inn for a well deserved drink (or two) and tell the tale to the towns people. I'm sure Vilkas will be around shortly. When I awoke the next morning and Vilkas still hasn't sown up I began to worry. Where is that bugger? Suddenly a terrible thought occurs to me. I bust out of the inn, up the hill to where the dragon lay. And what do I find under the skeletal remains but Vilkas' body face down in the dirt. Anguish rolls over me as I realize that when the bloodlust had me and I was hacking away at the dying dragon I was also hacking away at my friend, my comrade in arms, my Companion, poor Vilkas, who had arrived on the scene just as the dragon came crashing to earth and yet in the confusion I had not seen him...