too many names with dragon in them id say... getting even more now -.-
damn skyrim and the awesomeness of dragons

may i at this point mention my latest spoil...
i had just outfitted Eola and That Old Crazy Blade Dude (TOCBDr) and we were venturing forth in our conquest of the wilds, bringing civilization even to the farthest reaches of the vast planes and high mountain ranges of the north, Eoala was just commenting on her pretty face whilst i silently listened, my eyes always open for tasty red berries, to our feet a day's freefall drop down to the magnificently lush forests below creating a stark contrast to the chilling white and grey surrounding us at this altitude, TOCBDr mumbeling something even a Greybeard couldn't have possibly understood when suddenly that all too familiar, bone feeezing, flapping sound pounded my ears and the ground shoock, it was as if everything happened in slow motion, "CLIFFRACER!" TOCBDr screamed and Eoloa shook her head in resignation having reminded TOCBDr once too often since our adventure began that cliffracers were extinct since the nevarine crisis, something that his mad mind obviously never bothered to register.
Eoala, TOCBDr and me all summoning out fire Astronachs at once, all three Astronarchs moving foward, following the all emerging shadow ahead and preparing to fire their fireballs, TOCBDr's lightning magic truck the sky and arrows followed close behind, seemingly without even looking up from neither, Eola nor me, but we knew where the mark was, the dragon returned to attack us on our narrow mountainpath, carefully taking aim we awaited him, the Astronarchs slinging their balls of fire foward, followed by the combined, ranged might of me and my heroic friends our foe was struck but immediately answered with a breath so cold it was cold enough to make a nords piss freeze before he could even think of soiling his throusers, only a dragon of immense power like we had not yet encountered before could have had such a breath, the astronarchs couldnt possibly stand that kind of damage and exploded in a ball of flames,
my shield in hand, taking a step foward, bending my knees lightly, i lowered my swordpoint to my right behind, holding is loosely by its hilt, Eola and T. following as if twins,
here it came, a dragon, had it been friendly it would have been a miracle of nature to behold, but its fierce scream was only a slight notion of its true intentions and what was to come.
his cold spray engulfed us as we charged foward to meet our adversary in open battle,
TOCBr lunged foward to my left, only to be shrugged away against the mountains side by the dragons claw, a large flesh wound cleaving in his side,
Eoalo heroicly pierced the dragon's right side using her smallsword as anchor to jump atop the beast, but the dragon, not stupid as one might think after having only faced wolves and maybe a sabercat if adventourous throughout a lifetime, took the air again, Eoala letting go her grip and descending towards her doom,
without hesitation or better thought i ran towards her, readying my telekinesis spell i cast it foward in her direction, no time, no time, to aim, i only hit her by buttocks and Eola was pushed against a rock, it hadnt worked as planned but at least she didnt fall to the abyss below, her legendary nightingale armor, forged by my very own hand in the skyforge of Eolund to perfection, and Eola's natural resilence were enough to save her life i hoped.
But i had other worries now than to look after my friends constitution, the dragon was returning to deliver a final blow...
i could see that Eola had seriously wounded him yet and he looked slightly broken with one wing flapping out of rythm, i took Eoals Bow that i saw laying on the ground and took aim,
i wanted to go for the head but decided for the other, seemingly healthy wing, shot, he shivered in midair, his wings retracting, it was as if he froze in midair and he crashlanded, sliding head first towards our group,
i had to protect the others, storming foward with my still tightly gripped shield i stormed towards this beast of dimensions worthy a Ragnaroek of its own,
when it impacted on the small mountain path it didnt land, it carved a gigantic hole into the ground but i took all my bravery and lunged with my shield, trusting in the shield training i had received as a young squire back in High Rock, magic wasnt all we learned back then,
it's beak, my shield, we shamshed, i only felt a pain in my back as i landed, my shield badly bent and damaged, i could barely let it go whilst i tried to understand where i was, but i had no time to enjoy the scenery or even regain full sense when i was hit by ice cold breath, chilling the very bones in me, accompanied by a shriek that deafened my ears,
barely concious i turned, stumbled towards the gleaming light and screamed...
i screamed as i never had before, my echo, reflected of the mountains walls, rippling through the air, rocks crumbeling, trees breaking, i fell to the ground.
snow and blood cluding my sight i rolled my eyes foward, i saw the light, but it getting smaller, became darkness and i could, with my last sight see the dragon roll backwards, and over the cliffs edge towards its doom...
i awoke when i smelled something familiar...
Eoala was sitting on my chest smiling childishly and holding a piece of grilled dragon bacon in front of my face...
"After you were out some mysterious Argonian called De-Eus Ech-s cambe by and, like a miracle was a master in healing magic, he saved the three of us, we gave him some of the dragons bones as a thanks, he said somin about forging a sword he just learned about. Anyway Hun, enjoy the bacon, we still gotta find that flute, tomorrow morning we rideee..."
@TheChan
polycount is
1hsword 9,2k
1h axe 6,2k
...so yeah... "fairly" high hits the mark XD ...in comparision to vanilla ~1k and my other swords ~1-2k
but then i didnt make that mod for a console of the last decade but contemporary dish washers...
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