Chapitre 509: Dragon Rising (1)
One of the most beautiful places in Skyrim is undoubtedly Riverwood. The town was designed to be the player's first step into the Nordic Civilization and it delivers a fair level of natural beauty and passive immersion. In reality, this is not much different. Riverwood's main specialties are lumber, furs, meat and serves as a traveling stop. This all makes the town pretty important on the map to all the caravans coming from the South to Whiterun.
On the other hand, the woods around Riverwood are mostly safe and surprisingly very beautiful and green during summer. It is warm, breezy, quiet, tranquil and refreshing. There, Jon was lying on the green grass with a girl on his side and of course, the first question was "which girl?"
To answer this question, it starts with Jon returning back to Riverwood. He used a couple of Gold Ingots to replicate the Golden Claw as the original has some Magical Properties to it. Jon went to the General Trader of Riverwood with it and told him about coming across some bandits that had this thing on them. Lucan the Trader was actually the original owner of the Golden Claw but as a simple citizen, he couldn't recognize the difference between the magical item and the replica thus Jon was okay.
Now to the answer that is already very obvious, the girl who slept with Jon was Camilla, Lucan's sister. [A/n: Also famed as Camilla the Hoe!]
The deal with Camilla was like this. She is a town girl that looks decent enough for the young men in the town to fight over her especially the Nord bard Sven and the Wood Elf hunter Faendal. Camilla was acting all spoiled now that all the young men were head over heels for her and she took it for granted playing the two young men.
When Jon returned to Riverwood, he accepted a request from Sven to deliver a fake letter to Camilla and say it is from Faendal. Of course, it didn't go well for Sven when Jon told Camilla about the truth of the letter. Jon didn't stop there, he proved that Faendal had something to do with a robbery in Lucan's shop causing the [Golden Claw] to get stolen by Arvel the Swift, Faendal seemed to have sold information about the Claw for some coins. This made the second guy fall from favor as well.
With both Sven and Faendal out of the picture, Jon can be considered the savior of the general store and could easily woo its poster girl. Didn't take him a couple of drinks to take her to his room in the inn and make love to her all night. When they were about to get noisy, they decided to sneak into the Forest and continue their energetic fornication till dawn.
"You did it again, didn't you?"
Isha stood above Jon's head waking him up with the shaft of her spear.
"Sometimes the Supply can't satisfy the Demand. Basic Commerce." Jon replied without opening his eyes.
"Are you serious?"
"You know I need more Anuic Energy than usual especially with my level going higher."
"I remember you saying the same thing about doing it with those Altmer girls in Summerset."
"Altmer girls are strong and abundant with Anuic Energy, things are getting tougher now, you know."
Jon's hedonistic behavior always gets to be an all-time high especially when he wants to increase his level. He usually doesn't have material resources to raise his level so he relies on Sexual Intercourse to gain Vital Anuic Energy. The Anuic Energy is feminine (Yin) so the females of all races possess a high amount of it in their bodies. Jon harvests that energy through Sexual Intercourse to refine his Padomic energy (Yang) with it. Jon's Padomic energy is wild and very vigorous so his demand is always hard to satisfy, the Altmer girls in Summerset were all talented mages and they were a good fit for him to have as much energy as he wanted but now that he is back in Skyrim, he has fewer resources.
"The fact that you consider girls as resources is…" Isha spoke in criticism.
"Whoa there, miss feminist. I've never said anything like that. Whoever I sleep with, I compensate with Anuic Energy. Haven't you seen that girl who was taken as an apprentice by some big shot mage after spending three nights with me?"
"You seriously are just a big trash of a human being. I'll make sure that your wife knows."
"Goodness gracious!"
Jon was terrified of Alina's reaction to his hedonism as she was never happy about it and would always nag Oblivion out of him. She must have known that Jon can't possibly pass two years away from home without having some affair but if she found out about the one-year fornication act he did, she'll rip him apart and feed him to that gryphon he hates… or at least that's how she warns him.
"Let's just try to be peaceful now. How were things on Helgen's front?" Jon diverted the subject.
Isha took a deep breath before massaging her temples with annoyance.
"Don't get me started. You made us watch a fucking dragon while trying to save everyone in that town while it was burning to the ground. I am traumatized."
"I don't want to be rude but I wasn't checking on you."
"Bastard!" Isha whacked with the spear's shaft on his head, "How are you acting so calm after seeing that all that with the Dragon?"
Seeing Isha almost losing her cool, Jon closed his eyes and stood up while covering up his waist.
"I'm not."
"And?"
"We'll do something about the Dragons."
"Hold up! Dragons?"
"Pretty much a horde of them."
Isha stared at him as he was putting on some common clothing and an old iron cuirass.
"Why are you wearing such things?" She asked.
"A change of plans. I will keep my identity hidden a bit longer." He replied.
"What's the purpose?"
"Things will be less complicated this way."
Jon seemed confident about a certain idea that came to him during the rescue of Helgen and started to act based on it. He made sure that his face is well-hidden rather than altered by [Lust] and made a very overall unremarkable appearance.
"Take that girl to her house." Jon said as he pointed at Camilla, "Oh! Just drop her wrapped in some sheets at the door."
Jon's mischievous request was met by a disdainful look on Isha's face as she dejectedly agreed to take Camilla away. She can do it unseen but it is Camilla who will be in a bad position with Jon screwing her after he screwed her.
***
I wasn't planning on waiting more than this in Riverwood. I got the Dragonstone and the Golden Claw, I made sure that all Riverwood heard about the Dragon attack and that was all for me. Next stop, Whiterun.
Taking the road to the North through the woodlands would almost take a couple of days by traveling on the main road to reach Whiterun but I'm not the main road kinda guy. I had to reach Whiterun fast through the sky and it took me a few hours to see the big city in the bright heart of Skyrim. Gladly, it is still summer and the place looked as beautiful as it could get around this area.
I had to tread carefully from this point onwards so I landed near Honningbrew Meadery and took the main road to Whiterun from there. The reason I haven't teleported anywhere so far was to not trigger any encounter I wish to avoid and to make sure the flow of events go according to plan. I also wanted to confirm my doubt about something and lo and behold, I was right.
"GRAAAH!"
*Stomp*
"Hit him, Ria! Don't be scared!"
"Ha!"
*Swoosh*
It was exactly how I imagined it. Three people fighting a Giant. Ria, Farkas and none other than someone I really appreciate seeing again, Aela. The three are Companions, Aela and Farkas are senior members from the Circle and Ria is a greenhorn or as they like to call it, a Whelp. From what I can tell, this is Ria's initiation mission as she is doing most of the fighting while the other two are just standing there as support.
It is a common scene at the beginning of the game but that is what I was looking for. There is a big meaning to this encounter that also happens in the game.
Somehow, each unique encounter from the game happens as soon as I pass to where it is triggered in reality. It didn't happen yesterday or the day after it, it won't happen tomorrow either, it happens around "me" when I pass by.
This is not just some randomness or a coincidence, this is the power of Fate.
Many things happen in certain sequences and must follow a pattern of events, defying that won't yield a good result as for example, what I did with the [Azura's Star] causing it to become the [Black Star] which resulted for Azura's Soul Fragment to be acquired by Mannimarco, who scrapped it from the Sea of Oblivion, and all resulted into me going on the Seven Daedric Labours for Azura which took me all around Tamriel.
Respite the gains I had, I learned a precious lesson on not to mess with Fate. There is always a time for everything and all my actions so far have severely affected the future that's why I have to be ready for all oddities. I don't believe the Game Events will keep popping up the same way they used to be.
While I was thinking, the battle between the three Companions and the Giant was about to unfold but it seemed that the Giant became fearful and decided to retreat.
"After him, he's going towards the road." Farkas shouted.
The three started chasing hastily as it seemed there were a few carriages passing on the road, the people panicked at the sight of the giant but strangely, the closest one to help was me.
I would hate to harm a Giant as the Clan rules forbade it but I don't have much of a choice here if the Giant himself has gone mad. The shabby sword I had was unsheathed as I leaped in the air towards the Giant's head. He saw me coming and swung his club at me.
"Careful!"
Ria and Farkas shouted trying to stop me but they were out of reach, the moment the Giant's club was about to hit me was the same moment when I showed off with my acrobatics and twisted my body mid-air avoiding it. As I landed on the other side of the Giant, I was directly face to face with Aela.
*Drop*
The Giant fell on its knees then crumbled like a falling building, those who could see his face saw my shabby sword piercing through his skull deep to the brain. He died before he could realize it.
I, of course, didn't look back as cool guys never do. Still, my cool act was instantly seen through by Aela when I saw her nose twitching.
This woman… she recognized me by the smell again!
"J…"
I had to wink lightly and signal her to stop talking. She was surprised to see me but as a level headed person, she controlled her shock immediately.
"Aela, you know this man?" On the other hand, the one who could detect the strangeness of her sudden silence was Farkas.
"No." She replied and turned to me with a calm look, "You handle yourself well. You could make for a decent Shield-Brother."
Seriously? The scripted reaction?
"A Shield-Brother?" I had to try a scripted reply to see how she replies.
"An outsider, eh? Never heard of the Companions? An order of warriors. We are brothers and sisters in honor. And we show up to solve problems if the coin is good enough."
Damn! That's scripted as well. Fine, let's go unscripted for now.
"Coins, fighting and sisters? Where do I sign up?" I said.
"HA! Spoken like true Nord." It was then when Farkas butted in, "Your skill looks decent, what do you think, Aela?"
"He's good. Whether he joins or not, it is up to Kodlak." Aela said with a natural look on her face.
At least this reply wasn't anticipated.
"Thank you, I'll make sure to pass by." I said so and recovered the shabby sword then walked towards Whiterun.
It was a refreshing set of events to see how the game scripts change with a small reply, things may be interesting from now on. Anyway, as I was taking the road up the city, I started hearing conversations between the caravaneers who were not allowed to enter, the word Dragon was heard a lot
"Halt! City's closed with the Dragons about. Official business only." And here's everyone's favorite, Whiterun's Guard.
"I came bearing news from Helgen." I spoke.
"Gods! Helgen? Head to Dragonsreach immediately. The Jarl would want to speak with you."
***
Jon was allowed inside Whiterun right away, the news about Helgen spread faster than what he anticipated as Alduin was sighted around Skyrim in various places by the following couple of days. From what Jon could tell, Alduin has started resurrecting the other dragons already.
As he went to Dragonsreach palace to inform the Jarl of Whiterun about the Dragon that flew in his hold, others were on the move.
"Sister, I'm hungry."
"Be quiet."
"I can't. I'm hungry and bored."
"Aela will come later with food, by the time being, shut up. I need to focus."
"No, you don't. Your powers don't work on him anyway so there is no point in trying to pick his location."
"I said shut up!"
Alina furiously swung her staff and Jullanar's head.
"Ouch!"
The two were sitting in a small house in Whiterun. Despite it being old, the wealth of Winterhold's richest transformed [Breezehome] from the shabby house it was to a small luxurious house. The two first ladies of Winterhold were lazing around for a week in this place and the reason was oblivious to them, half a year ago, Jon requested them to buy this place and be there before the 17th of Last Seed 4E 201.
Just yesterday, a strange piece of news swept over the city about a Dragon appearing in Helgen. It was too unbelievable for Alina who started meditating right away to divine what happened in Helgen. Most of her visions were hazy and unclear, no matter what she did, it was impossible to track down a Dragon using Divination.
Dragons are fragments of the Aka, the Time. Space and Time are the Magical Archetypes that control Detection and Divination respectively. Detection is to gather information through Space while Divination is to gather information through Time.
Being made of Time, the Dragons were immune to Divination the same way Jon was. This was something new to Alina who was called Crimson Moon for her Seer ability, she knew that Jon was immune for some absurd reasons but never thought it would be related to Dragons, she suspected but overlooked.
Now that both the Mysterious Dragon and Jon were out of her reach, the very capable Alina was feeling powerless in the face of those absurdities. The reason why she was stern to Jullanar and locked herself in Breezehome the entire day. The reason why she kept Jullanar closeby was that there was no way to predict what Jull would do if she was left on her own. On the other hand, the third person who came with them from Winterhold was busy gathering information through the company's network.
"Sister-in-law, I'm back." Wulfur called.
Speaking of the devil, Alina walked down the stairs from the top floor to see him. He seemed to have changed a bit since six months ago growing a full beard and long hair.
"Wulfur, any news?" She asked.
"More sightings of the Dragon around the Hold. Battle-Born will keep us updated." He replied.
"Alright. I'll go back to my business, inform me first thing if there is anything new." She said and turned around to go up and continue what she was doing.
Meanwhile, Jullanar snuck down and signaled to Wulfur about Alina going crazy. Alina glanced at Jullanar with a glare and the latter ran away immediately.
"Sister-in-law." Wulfur called for Alina.
"Yes."
"I saw Aela on the way back, we can drop by at Jorrvaskr to dine with the Companions for the night, let's go." Wulfur invited Alina to leave the house for a while.
"Thanks, but I'm busy." She said.
"Yes yes yes, I'm starving." Jullanar dangled her head from the upper floor.
"Come on, Sister-in-law. You haven't eaten a thing since yesterday. Maybe your Divination doesn't work on an empty stomach." Wulfur said.
"It doesn't work li…"
"Yes. Hungry people don't function well."
Alina was retorting but Jull cut her.
"Come on, just take an hour to rest your eyes. They are clearly red." Wulfur said.
Alina looked at him unamused.
"My eyes are naturally red." She said.
Seeing how the two were looking at her, Alina sighed and gave up at the end.
"I guess I'll do it… but only for an hour."
"Yay! Meat meat meat meat!" Jullanar came down from the ceiling and started jumping around Alina happily.
The three people, who are Jon's original battle party, were heading out together to get some food in Whiterun.
At the same time, another three figures entered Whiterun by the special tokens from the Dare Dragon Company.
"Sister, I'm hungry."
"… Mhm."
"Don't just nod to me. We are twins alright but I don't get what you are nodding at."
"I understand… you're hungry."
"Then do something about it. I'm hungry and tired."
"… Mhm."
Mirren and Miranda walked into Whiterun under the hating gazes of the Nords at the two High Elves who didn't hide their identities one bit.
"Guys, these tokens are super awesome. The guard saw them and almost choked from the shock." On the other hand, Isha spoke whole pointing at the Dare Dragon Golden token Jon gave her.
"Jon has a large influence in Skyrim. Saying his name makes strange things tend to happen." Mirren replied.
"We can't cause problems though." Miranda said.
"You are right. It seems like a source of fear rather than a source of power. Jon said it many times, didn't he?" Isha thought.
"Can we eat now?" Mirren asked impatiently.
"Alright. I don't know about this town but the famous Jorrvaskr stands here. If we go to that girl Aela, she can treat us something." Isha said.
Isha and the other two were familiar with Aela, after all, she was there in Hammerfell during the last Labour when Jon fought Mannimarco.
"You think the Companions will treat us well?" Mirren asked, pointing to the fact that he and his sister are Elves who are not popular among the Companions.
"Don't worry, love. I'll protect you from anything." Isha said as she winked to him, "Also, with my position as the Spear Battlelord of the Citadel of Ebonarm will guarantee the friendship with the Companions so keep close to me."
"Alright."
"Mhm."
Mirren and Miranda followed Isha in the city while Alina led Wulfur and Jullanar towards Jorrvaskr as well. None would have anticipated the clash between Jon's Old Party and his New Party, a clash that will create the most terrifying war squad ever.
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Chapitre 510: Dragon Rising (2)
As I approached Dragonsreach palace, I made sure that I don't look like myself so I made my hair a bit blonder and my face less recognizable. A bit of an ordinary face on an ordinary height. The reason why I had to go through all that disguise was to achieve a certain goal in the long run supposedly the Fate I know unfolds the way I expect.
With this and that out of the way, I stood at the gate of Dragonsreach that was surprisingly lightly guarded. I would tell whoever tries to stop me that I am a messenger from Riverwood until I was let in the Jarl's Hall.
The place was as large as I remembered, high ceilings and wooden pillars in a carefully lit environment and at its end, the important figures of Whiterun were in a deep discussion about the matter of a dragon's sighting. My appearance caused the inner palace guard to be tense and I was approached by the Jarl's personal bodyguard, Housecarl Irileth who was pointing her sword at me.
Irileth is a Dunmer and I remember her from my Fifth Labour when I was told to steal the [Ebony Blade] with the assistance of the Morag Tong cell hidden in Whiterun. That day, Irileth was revealed to be a former Morag Tong assassin who betrayed the Tong after being tasked to be the Keeper of the [Ebony Blade]. At some point in the past, she was saved from the Blade's influence by Jarl Balgruuf on one of his travels and the blade was sealed in his palace. The Morag Tong cell that assisted me was annihilated by Irileth and I got away without breaking a sweat. Actually, I used the Morag Tong cell as a decoy and didn't want to be bothered by them.
Back to reality, Irileth was facing me with a stern face.
"What's the meaning of this interruption? Jarl Balgruuf is not receiving visitors." She said.
"I came from Helgen. A Dragon destroyed it" I replied.
"You know about Helgen? The Jarl will want to speak to you personally. Approach."
Irileth let my pass along the central fireplace and I was surrounded by Guards from all corners, it seemed a bit different from the game but I didn't pay it much attention. Irileth whispered something to the Jarl and he directly looked at me.
"So. You were at Helgen? You saw this dragon with your own eyes?" He asked with a worried face.
Surrounding the Jarl were his close aides, the representatives of the Clans of Whiterun and some known warriors. All of these men became dead silent when the Jarl spoke about me witnessing a Dragon.
"Yes, Jarl Balgruuf." I gave a short reply on purpose.
"Tell us what happened then! Don't miss anything." He demanded impatiently.
"Alright. It all starts when I was going to Helgen to meet an employer who wanted me to recover an artifact from an Ancient Barrow. The man was supposed to arrive a day earlier but he got late so I went on the road to try and see traces of him only to get captured by Imperial Soldiers south to Helgen…" I started with an important part of the background story I was working on.
"I'm not interested in all that! Tell me about the dragon and don't waste my time." Jarl Balgruuf shouted at me impatiently.
"Excuse me, Jarl Balgruuf, but this is related. You see, I wasn't captured alone. I actually walked into a trap that was made to capture Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak." I made this one point clear.
Jarl Balgruuf's face became serious all of a sudden and the men around became noisy. Ulfric's name brings a lot of trouble just by mentioning it these days.
"Silence!" Jarl Balgruuf shouted, "I should have guessed Ulfric would be mixed up in this. Keep going!"
"Jarl Ulfric and I were taken prisoners and shipped to Helgen for execution. Right before the death sentence and as the headsman's axe started swinging, a flying large beast appeared above Helgen like the Wrath of God. It was all black and as it spread its wings, it covered the sky and blocked the sun then with a strange voice coming from that beast, the sky began burning and rained fire on our heads."
I've got to say, my elaborate words made them men go pale. I wasn't lying or anything but the way I put it and the voice I spoke in gave those men a chill in their bones.
"Last thing I saw was the Dragon flying towards Riverwood. The town there is safe but witnesses claim the Dragon went further to the north." I finished my detailed report and threw the ball into Balgruuf's side.
Depending on how I turned my words, things will unfold in many different ways that I can't help but wonder how they will be.
"By Ysmir, Irileth was right!" The Jarl stood off his seat and all cleared the way for him as he walked to brood over the flames of the large central fireplace of his hall.
"We need to secure the hold, my Jarl." Irileth spoke.
"We can't start any big moves at the moment, my Jarl. This will pester the Imperial Legion." Proventus, the Jarl's steward, said.
"What do you think we should do then? Wait until the dragon sweeps us all?" Irileth shouted at Proventus.
"We should act carefully, rushing out for a Dragon Hunt is not justifiable to others." Proventus replied.
"You Imperial fool, things won't matter either way when the dragon descends on our heads." Vignar Grey-Mane butted in.
"I think we should take action and inform the Imperials. Pacifying them is easy as the Dragon seems to be willing to show itself either way." Olfrid Battle-Born said his opinion as well.
This was a typical argument in Whiterun's court, the busiest court in Skyrim. Even the Blue Palace of Solitude didn't get half of this drama when High King Torygg was still alive. Jarl Balgruuf was known to be a patient but firm man thus he could deal with this court of his but with the war at his doorstep and the Dragon on his roof, the Jarl was easily agitated.
"Oblivion takes you all! I'll not stand idly by while a dragon burns my hold and slaughters my people!" He shouted, "Irileth, send a detachment to Riverwood at once."
"Yes, my Jarl." Irileth nodded and went off right away.
"We should not…" Proventus wanted to retort but Jarl Balgruuf cut him.
"Enough! All of you are dismissed."
The Jarl's voice made everyone in this place move like rats. His Housecarl was loyal to his call but his steward was bought by the Imperials. He had to make a balance between his will and the interests of his allies.
"Adventurer, wait!" The Jarl called for me as he dismissed the others.
I stood in my place as he returned to his seat.
"Well done. You sought me out, on your own initiative. You've done Whiterun a service, and I won't forget it." He said and continued. "Here, take this as a reward."
In the game, he gives pieces of enchanted gear but in reality and just like any other, he tossed purses of Gold.
"Thank you, Jarl Balgruuf."
"There is another thing you could do for me. Suitable for someone of your particular adventuring career, perhaps. Come, let's go find Farengar, my court wizard. He has been looking into a matter related to these dragons and... rumors of dragons." He stood up and signaled me to follow.
At long last, I get to continue doing this blasted quest. Thankfully, I am ready but the moment I go down this path after him, everything will start happening. I wasn't scared, actually, I was excited.
"Very well."
"I'll introduce you to Farengar. He can be a bit... difficult. Mages, you know. He's probably puttering around in his lab. Day and night. I'm not sure he ever sleeps."
Following the man in his castle, the Jarl walked to a room beside the hall that seemed like an artistic mix of a lab and an office with everything arcane decorating it. Farengar's place looked better than the game and reminded me of my workplace. Books and ingredients scattered everywhere with magic felt in the air. Amidst all that was a robed man covering his head with a large hood and looking through a reading monocle at a book.
Farengar Secret-Fire, also known as the Nerd.
"Farengar, think I've found someone who can help you with your dragon project. Go ahead and fill him in with all the details." The Jarl said, introducing me to Farengar.
Farengar scanned me with his eyes, I could feel him trying to detect anything but I made sure that he can't see through me.
"Hmmm… interesting!" The man said.
"Well, I'm sure you two will get along famously." The Jarl said, "More importantly, your work is a priority now. Anything we can use to fight this dragon, or dragons. We need it, quickly. Before it's too late."
"Of course, Jarl Balgruuf. You seem to have found me an able assistant. I'm sure he will prove most useful." Farengar said.
"Succeed at this, and you'll be rewarded. Whiterun will be in your debt." The Jarl said.
"Thank you. Jarl Balgruuf. Alright, what is that project I'll be helping in, Master Farengar?" I asked.
"Hm? A project! Oh yes, let me see."
Farengar started to ramble through a pile of books while the Jarl and I were watching this absolute mess.
"Here it is." Farengar extracted an old book and opened it, "I want you to fetch something for me. Well, when I say fetch, I really mean delve into a dangerous ruin in search of an ancient stone tablet that may or may not actually be there."
"I see. My last job was actually similar to this, funny!" I said.
"Good, nothing difficult for you then. I… learned of a certain stone tablet said to be housed in Bleak Falls Barrow. a [Dragonstone] said to contain a map of dragon burial sites. Go to Bleak Falls Barrow, find this tablet, no doubt interred in the main chamber, and bring it to me. Simplicity itself." Farengar said.
And from there, things will start to unfold my way.
"Bleak Falls Barrow? The Dragonstone? I'm afraid this is nothing so simple." I said, making a serious face.
"And why is that?" The Jarl asked in a demanding voice.
"Oh! I mean no disrespect, of course. The thing is… I have already delved into the said Crypt and fetched the said Stone. This was the job I spoke of, Jarl Balgruuf, I was delivering it when I got captured." I said.
"What?" The Jarl was shocked, "Do you still have it?"
"I do."
"By Ysmir, what are you waiting for then?" The Jarl urged me to bring it out.
"Alright… but Jarl Balgruuf, the employer I spoke of has already paid me for it. I can only lend it to Master Balgruuf here, I mustn't part with it." I said.
"Ugh! You needn't worry, I'll double whatever you have been paid for it." He said.
"It is not a matter of money, my Jarl."
"Isn't it? Then is it honor among mercenaries?" He asked indifferently.
"Neither. It is the employer himself. I mean no disrespect but that man is not someone I can cross. He is… dangerous." I said making up a fearful tone.
"More dangerous than a Jarl in his own castle?" The Jarl said.
"I beg your pardon, my Jarl, but I wish to avoid both the headsman and pestering that man." I made my stance clear.
"Who is that man?"
This question would mostly come from the Jarl but he wasn't the one asking, rather, it was a woman's voice coming further from Farengar's quarters.
"Who's there?" The Jarl shouted.
"It's… it's okay, Jarl Balgruuf. It's just an associate researcher." Farengar said as he pointed towards the inner study of his lab.
From there stepped out a woman covering herself under a hood and a cloak. It's about time she showed herself.
"Hmph! An associate, you say?" The Jarl rechecked.
"Yes. She was the one who pointed me towards the Dragonstone." Farengar confessed.
"Alright." The Jarl seemed to have accepted the answer.
On the other hand, I was looking at that woman as I already know her identity. She is Delphine, someone I don't want to associate myself with at all. Basically, this is the most stupid person in the whole game. The reason why I picked the Dragonstone in advance was to avoid her but I detected her as soon as I entered the Lab.
"So, who is that employer you spoke of?" The Jarl asked the question.
"I don't know him by the name but he is someone terribly powerful. I met him in North of Cyrodiil at Bruma and he gave me some jobs, the last was to bring him the stone tablet. He is a Nord but taller than an Altmer, red haired and blue eyed with a loud voice and brash attitude but he is a mage from what I know. That's all I know of him." I said.
"Wait! Red haired… taller than an Altmer… and a Mage?" The Jarl stopped me to think, "I don't think… hey, was there anything else you noticed about him?"
The Jarl fell in my trap, this is what I was aiming for from the beginning.
"Hmm… he cracks a lot of cats and dragons jokes to the point where it is annoying sometimes… oh! And he carries a black cat with him."
"Talos!"
The Jarl shouted in surprise but muffled his voice in a second, he almost lost control of his mouth and recited the name of Talos, the outlawed Deity. As a Jarl associated with the Empire, he had to get more careful but hearing my description made him lose it for a second. He soon recovered and made sure that only the people in this room heard him.
"Ehem! You said you know that man? He is your employer? Gods!"
"Jarl Balgruuf, who is that man?" Farengar asked in surprise not expecting the level headed Jarl to lose control like this.
"Someone I don't want to offend. He is friendly to Whiterun and I wish it stays that way." The Jarl said, "If this madman has returned, Skyrim will be way noisier than it is now… Gods! I think it is about time he returns anyway."
Oh! I'm heartbroken knowing that he thinks of me that way.
"Fine. Then please lend us the Dragonstone. As soon as my mage here reads it, it will return to you right away." The Jarl changed his attitude when he spoke to me.
"Alright." I unfastened the bag that was tied on my back and put it on Farengar's desk.
"You had that large stone on you all the time?" Farengar asked.
"It is nothing heavy." I said.
Actually, it is damn heavy for a normal person. The stone itself is quite big.
"Jarl Balgruuf, we really can't afford to lose this tablet. Whoever that employer is should give it for the sake of fighting the Dragons." At that time, Farengar's associate, aka Delphine, spoke.
"I don't think that's up to you. I fund your research and return this stone to his owner. Nothing more than that." The Jarl refused.
"My Jarl, don't you think the timing is strange? Someone trying to take the stone one day before the Dragon attacks Helgen." She asked.
"Enough! This man is not to be trifled with alright but he is trustworthy. If he knows something about dragons, he will show up when the time is right."
Delphine retreated in front of the authority of Jarl Balgruuf, still, he cold gaze was directed to the [Dragonstone] on Farengar's office.
She was none of my concern now, all pieces were already in place and all I have to do is wait.
"Very well, you have finished your job before it has even begun, aye? Good, good… I'll see that you are rewarded and… deliver our best regards to your employer." The Jarl spoke to me.
"Understood." I nodded.
My Goal was finally achieved. I now have created the illusion I was after. Still, before anyone could say more, Irileth ran into Farengar's lab.
"My Jarl, Farengar… a Dragon has been sighted nearby."
And so it begins.
***
*10 Minutes Earlier*
Alina led Jullanar and Wulfur in Whiterun towards Jorrvaskr through the Wind District, Isha led Mirren and Miranda in Whiterun towards Jorrvaskr through the Plains District. Alina walked by the Temple of Kynareth and paid respect for the Elder Priestesses and the Gildergreen tree while Isha browsed the stalls in the market then headed up through the large stairway towards the Gildergreen square.
Up there, the two parties were moving almost at the same time towards the stairway leading to Jorrvaskr when they all stopped looking at one another.
Strong people could easily distinguish themselves apart from the crowd and the six of them were a terrifying monster each.
Alina's red glare and dress with the Crown of Fire Keeper on her head and the vile covering her face were distinguishing her as a woman of power and nobility.
Jullanar's dark armor and traceless presence made her feel like she would disappear if the eyes were to miss her, the eyes of mismatched-color violet and golden were the two theme colors of the shivering towns of madness Dementia and Mania.
Wulfur was large and towering as Jon but his black hair and eyes gave him a calm presence along with the Righteous and Lawful air around him. Still, his power felt like a towering mountain or an unbeatable hulk.
On the other hand, Isha's air was sharp and lethal like the warrior who has been through hell, as she was. Refined and straight like a spear, Isha was the unrelenting striker.
Mirren was becoming more recognizable than his twin sister as he grew a light beard and started working on his muscles with the new war tattoos he got from Beth. Tricky and unpredictable, the Altmer young man stood proud but behind Isha.
Alienating herself from any troublesome situation, Miranda looked away and covered her head with a hood but behind the front of "don't involve me!" was the continuation of "or else!". She was standing idly without any opening watching all, observing all, reading all.
The two groups took interest in one another but Alina and Jullanar were focusing on the one that caused them to feel a familiar scent, on the one who didn't want to involve herself, Miranda.
"You, Altmer… approach." Alina spoke to Miranda.
Miranda turned to Alina not understanding why would someone she just met order her around so haughty?
"Who are you to call me sister?" Mirren retorted at Alina.
"Keep it quiet, cutie. My sister gets to address whoever she wants." Jullanar glared at Mirren.
"Don't call my cutie a cutie." Isha pointed her spear at Jull with obvious anger.
"Don't play with your dangerous toy in front of my sisters-in-law." Wulfur effortlessly held the blade of Isha's spear by its head.
As the five spoke, Miranda couldn't seem to understand how each and every one of those five managed to start a fight for their own reason. People are truly stupid but she still had to side with her family.
"Who are you, people?" She asked.
Wulfur raised his brows, Jullanar showed a crazy smile and Alina haughtily snorted.
"We were just wondering the same thing."
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