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Name: Harnum Veyk
Race: Khajiit
Class: Assassin/Thief
Current Level: 5
Last Seen: The Bannered Mare
Note: This one is a little longer. Feel free to comment/criticize, if you feel it's a little too long, I'm trying to keep it interesting without it being too long since we all know how the story goes. I just want to provide some character to my character and tell a little bit of the story as he sees it. Hopefully some of you out there find it interesting. At one point I thought for sure this dragon would be the end of this character, really gets the adrenaline pumping
I must be crazy, Harnum thought to himself as he readied his bow and arrows with poison.
How could I have let the Jarl talk me into hunting down a dragon? Harnum had been happy to let the Jarl know about the threat of a dragon attack, but he never had any intentions of taking one on himself. The reward for doing so was just too much to resist, not to mention the glory, or the woman he'd have once he proves himself to be a hero to the people of Whiterun.
Harnum found his thoughts wandering to a simpler time then he made his money thieving or taking on the occasional assassination and his woman were paid for with the coin he made.
I should just leave right now, before I end up dead like the rest of these fools. No matter what he told himself though, Harnum just couldn't make himself walk away. His eyes scanned the sky, the Sun was just starting to make it's decline and a cool breeze filled the air. No sign of any dragons though.
Just then a guard came bursting out of the watch tower. “Turn around! Head back to Whiterun! The dragon, it's killed everyone. Jek, Filt, Gatrey, all dead.” The guard was still talking when suddenly Harnum heard a familiar sound, a sound he'd heard only once before a day earlier. The dragon flew over head shouting that terrible noise.
Harnum rolled to the side, just in time before the column of fire passed by him. It came within inches and he could feel it's heat against his back, it burned hotter than anything he'd ever felt before. He ducked behind a rock and readied his bow. He peaked over the rock to search for the dragon and saw it no more than twenty yards away, the dragon had it's back to Harnum as the Whiterun guards were distracting it. Harnum didn't waste the opportunity. Faster than he would have thought possible he fired an arrow, then another and another. After the third arrow struck the dragon took flight, circling around to find the shooter.
Harnum ducked behind his rock, he knew he had to move though. This dragon was smart, it wouldn't take long for it to realize where the arrows came from. Harnum wasn't far from the tower, he knew he'd have good cover if he could make it. He looked all around him but couldn't see the dragon.
This is as good a time as any, thought Harnum as he began to stand. Just as he was about to sprint to the tower though, he again heard the terrible sound of the dragon shouting, he looked to his left just in time to see the energy being released from the dragon's mouth, directly at him.
Harnum hit the ground hard, the force that came from the dragon was unbelievable, the pain was relentless. Harnum took his face out of the dirt and spit some mud and pebbles out of his mouth. Blood and a broken tooth came with it. He had to act quickly, the dragon was on his way back for more. Harnum took out his daggers and circled around, the dragon was powerful, but Harnum had the advantage of mobility. He bolted towards the dragons right side and feigned left, the dragon shouted where he thought Harnum was going to be.
Yes, the feign worked, thought Harnum,
I have him now. Harnum ran up to the dragon's left side and up it's wing. He began stabbing and slicing at the dragon's back with his daggers. The scales were stronger than any armor he'd ever come up against but he was getting some attacks through. Arrows were flying into the dragon from all directions. The dragon was starting to panic. Another great shout came out of his mouth, killing a Whiterun guard. Harnum first felt surprise, then excitement when his dagger had managed to slip between two scales on the dragon's neck, blood spilling out of it, evaporating almost as soon as it hit the air. The dragon made ready to take flight again, Harnum lost his balance and rolled off the side of the dragon's back, his dagger still stuck in it's neck.
He sheathed his remaining dagger and turned again to his bow as the dragon began trying to fly away. Arrows were still coming from all directions as the Whiterun guards continued firing as quickly as possible. Harnum joined them firing two arrows before the dragon flew behind the watch tower and Harnum lost his line of sight. He started running towards the tower when the dragon emerged and landed directly on top of it. It opened it's mouth to form what looked like another shout.
Before the dragon could finish it's shout, someone's arrow lodged itself in the back of the dragon's throat and it was all over. The dragon couldn't make any noise. It was struggling, trying to remove the arrow, but the arrow refused to budge. After what felt like hours to Harnum the dragon fell from the tower crashing into the ground, shaking the world around him. He stumbled and lost his balance briefly, then resumed running towards the dragon to retrieve his dagger.
By the time he reached it the Whiterun guards were already surrounding it. Looking at it with awe and confusion, Harnum knew exactly how they felt. As Harnum approached, something strange happened, Harnun didn't understand, he couldn't explain it. The power he felt was incredible and frightening. One of the guards looked at him, eyes wide with excitement. “Dragonborn, you're dragonborn!” the guard exclaimed. Others started looking at Harnum now with curiousity, some with fear.