Bab 6: Memories and plans.
But before he could gather his thoughts, an excruciating pain tightened around his skull like a vice. Victor instinctively grabbed at his head, fingers digging into his temples as shattered memories surged and clashed within him. Flashes of images bombarded his mind: towering mountains of Skyrim, the serious face of Jarl Balgruuf, battles waged with fire and steel, and peaceful moments within Whiterun's keep filled with hushed plans and brotherly concerns. These were not mere illusions; they felt concrete, as if they were being engraved onto his very soul.
The agony escalated, and Victor cried out in agony, struggling to catch his breath. With each wave of torment came more recollections, engraving themselves onto his core identity. "Victor Bran, brother of Balgruuf and Hrongar " this new persona claimed its place within him, intertwining unbreakably with "Victor the Otherworlder." The fusion of his old and new identities collided, forming a tempestuous storm within him.
Despite the unbearable pain, Victor knew he couldn't stay in bed and let these memories consume him. He forced himself to rise and stumbled towards the window, hoping that the cool air would calm his troubled mind.
As he cracked open the wooden window, the sharp chill of Skyrim's morning air struck him. The thin mist that gently enveloped the cobblestone streets below seemed to seep into his room, bringing with it the scent of pine and elderberries. The familiar sights and smells grounded him, lessening the intensity of his internal whirlwind.
He breathed in deeply, letting the icy air fill his lungs and cool his heated mind. He stared at the mingling hues of dawn – lavender, rose, and saffron – hoping their tranquility would seep into him. Blinking against the morning's radiance didn't help him, he started remembering.
As children, Victor and Hrongar would play beneath the towering walls of Dragonsreach, using sticks as swords to defend against their imaginary enemies. The sound of their laughter filled the air, a joyful echo that bounced off the stone structures around them.
He remembers.
He tiptoes into the court wizard's chambers, his eyes filled with wonder as he watches a spell being cast for the first time. The wizard's fingers are aglow with a radiant, otherworldly light. The scene quickly changes to an older Victor in a dimly lit room, his own hands emanating a soft glow as he smoothly and confidently performs the same spell, electricity crackling between his fingertips.
He remembers.
Victor and Balgruuf argue fiercely in the strategy room, a map of Skyrim spread out before them. Their voices rise, filled with passion and concern for their people.
He remembers.
A secret expedition the brothers undertook to recover an ancient artifact. The journey through treacherous terrain, culminating in finding the artifact in a hidden Nordic tomb, guarded by draugr. This adventure reinforced their bond, with each brother saving the other's life, reminding them of their childhood promises to always have each other's back.
He remembers.
The biting cold of a winter's dawn as he stood atop the walls of Whiterun, watching the sun rise over the Throat of the World. The way the light broke over the peak, bathing the snow-capped mountain in gold and pink hues, reaffirmed his deep-seated love for Skyrim—a land of harsh beauty and enduring strength.
He remembers.
The emotional moment when Victor decided to leave Skyrim to study magic more deeply abroad. Despite his brothers protests, he knew he needed to follow his own path. The farewell at the gates of Whiterun, with Balgruuf clasping Victor's shoulder and saying, "No matter where you go, you are my brother. Do us proud."
Victor's chest tightened as the force of these memories, so vivid and poignant, overwhelmed him. The chill air dug into his skin, a grounding contrast to the warmth of his flooding recollections. He felt tears prick at his eyes, brimming over to trace cold paths down his cheeks. They were filled with longing and sorrow, a loss for times past and an ache for companionship.
He remembers.
The thrill and fear he felt when he first stepped out of Skyrim's borders, the magnitude of the world lying before him finally sinking in. The years spent studying magic under various mentors in distant cities; lonely nights steeped in ancient texts, each page uncovering a new layer of understanding. The satisfaction when his efforts were paid off, as he slowly but surely advanced from a novice mage to a master of the arcane arts.
He knew that these where not his memories, and yet…he remembers all too well, and now he understood. Why he didn't miss his own world, why he didn't feel any discomfort when he received a new body when he was reincarnated into Skyrim or when he started killing people, and especially why he felt nothing wrong when he called Balgruuf brother. He was not just Victor the Otherworlder, but he was also Victor Bran, elder brother of Jarl Balgruuf. The fragments of his past life and this one had merged to form the complete picture of who he was.
The sun had risen, its golden rays piercing through the misty air to illuminate Riverwood beneath him. The village was coming alive with the bustle of people starting their day; the clang of the blacksmiths' hammer against steel, the laughter and chatter of children playing on the street.
Closing his eyes, he bathed in the warmth of the morning sun. As it seeped into his skin, he felt a sense of peace wash over him. His fragmented identities didn't seem so much at odds anymore. Yes, they were different, but they were both him.
Victor continued to watch over the village a while longer before withdrawing from the window. He walked back to his bed and sat down heavily on its edge. His mind didn't feel as if it were tearing itself apart anymore. Instead, there was a calmness that hadn't been there before.
He remembered being Victor Bran—brother to Jarl Balgruuf, defender of Whiterun—and he remembered being Victor the Otherworlder—a lost soul thrust into a strange world. But now he wasn't merely either of those two identities; he was both.
His fingers traced an invisible pattern on the woolen covers as he took a deep breath and considered what all this meant for him moving forward. There was a longing to return to his past life as Victor Bran, to revisit the halls of Whiterun with his brother Balgruuf. But there was also the burning curiosity of Victor the Otherworlder, who yearned for knowledge and sought to explore the world beyond Skyrim, whose hunger for understanding was insatiable.
His heart pounded in his chest as he realized that he had an opportunity that few could dream of. He could relive cherished memories, fulfill past promises, and even correct old mistakes. He could use this second chance not only to fall back into his old life but also to shape it anew, enriched by the wisdom and experiences he'd gained as Victor the Otherworlder.
With renewed determination, Victor rose from his bed. He made his way over to a solitary desk sitting by the corner of his room. Upon it were scattered parchments filled with notes and a half-full inkwell. Dust had gathered on its surface from disuse.
Victor carefully wiped it clean before dipping a fresh quill into the inkwell. The soft scratch of pen against parchment echoed in the silent room as he began to write.
He started with a list of things he wanted to achieve, those that both Victors within him desired — relearning ancient spells, exploring far-off lands, reconnecting with old friends, making amends where needed, and becoming a protector of Skyrim once more.
His hand moved across the paper with certainty. For each task he penned down gave him an increasing sense of purpose. A purpose that stemmed from two worlds colliding within him.
———
Victor stepped out of his room at the inn, a lightness in his step that hadn't been there the night before. The heavy burden of integrating his dual identities had lifted, replaced by a newfound zest that brightened his eyes and curved his lips into a smile. As he descended the stairs to the common room, the comforting smells of breakfast filled the air, mingling with the crackle of the hearth fire.
At a table near the window, Sarah sat waiting for him, her gear neatly arranged beside her and an array of breakfast items spread out in front of her. She was flipping through a small, worn book, but looked up as Victor approached, her gaze catching the brightness of his smile.
Her own expression mirrored a subtle warmth as she motioned for him to join her. "Morning, Victor. You seem unusually cheerful today," she remarked with a lightness in her tone that matched the playful curiosity in her eyes.
Victor's smile widened as he took the seat directly across from her. "Morning, Sarah. Yes, I had a very... enlightening night, you could say. I've gained something new—a new spell."
Intrigued, Sarah tilted her head slightly, her interest piqued. "Oh? What kind of spell? Something to help with our adventures, I hope."
Without responding verbally, Victor simply raised his index finger and pointed it towards Sarah's quiver, which lay beside her on the bench. With a barely perceptible motion, an arrow gently lifted out of the quiver, hovering in the air for a moment before it began to lazily circle the table between them.
Sarah watched, her eyes widening with a mix of surprise and delight as the arrow danced gracefully around, controlled solely by Victor's subtle finger movements. It was reminiscent of a butterfly—a flickering, almost alive entity responding to Victor's will.
"Quite handy, isn't it?" Victor said, his voice tinged with a proud chuckle. "It's based on telekinesis, but with more precise control and less energy consumption. It looks like I can keep it active without much effort, even in a prolonged fight."
Sarah's smile grew as she watched the arrow's flight, her earlier reservation melting away into open admiration. "That's incredible, Victor! It's like its alive. I'm almost jealous I don't have one." Her words were playful, and she reached out to gently halt the arrow in midair, examining it more closely.
Victor laughed, a genuine, hearty sound that filled the space between them with ease and camaraderie. "Well, who knows? Maybe we'll find a way for you to learn it too. But for now, let's enjoy breakfast. I have a feeling we're going to need the energy for what lies ahead."
As Sarah released the arrow, letting it float back to its place in her quiver under Victor's command, she nodded in agreement. "I'm all for that. And Victor," she added, her voice lowering into a more serious tone, "I'm glad you're here, with all these new tricks up your sleeve. It makes me feel like we can really make a difference."
Victor's smile softened, touched by her words. "With you by my side, I believe we can," he affirmed, and then, with a playful flick of his wrist, he used his new spell to levitate a piece of bread from the basket to his plate, his spirits buoyed by the magic and the company.
They spent the next little while in comfortable conversation, savoring their meal and the warmth of the fire. The sweet bread was subtly spiced with cardamom and honey, a cozy counterpoint to the biting chill of the early morning air that seeped in through the cracks of the rustic tavern. The soft crackle of the hearth was soothing, making it easy to forget for a moment the treacherous tasks that lay ahead.
Once they finished their food, Victor leaned back in his chair and glanced at Sarah with an expression of deep thought. "It's time we spoke more seriously," he began, discarding his earlier joviality. "My patron—the Daedra—has asked something significant of me."
Sarah's eyes widened slightly at this admission, recognizing the gravity of Victor's words. Daedra patrons were known for their whimsical cruelty as much as their presents; a request from them was likely to be a double-edged sword.
"I am to journey to Bleak Falls Barrow," Victor continued. "I am to gather Draugr bodies for my patron's...studies."
A flicker of surprise crossed Sarah's face at this revelation - Draugr bodies were considered highly dangerous, volatile even. But she said nothing, simply listened as Victor went on.
"After you shared what Camilla Valerius mentioned about her brother's stolen golden claw ornament," he added, "I couldn't help but wonder if we might kill two birds with one stone. If we retrieved it and returned it home, we would not only get extra rewards but also make traveling through Riverwood easier in future."
The idea made sense, and Sarah found herself nodding along. "That could work to our advantage, Victor," she said thoughtfully. "If we have the local's trust, it will make future tasks easier. They might even offer us aid when we need it."
Victor's eyes gleamed with anticipation. "That's exactly what I was thinking," he confirmed, revealing his cunning planning.
Then, Victor's face turned thoughtful. "There's more we need to do before we head to Bleak Falls Barrow. I've read through the Thalmor documents this morning, and there are some concerning news regarding both Ulfric Stormcloak and my brother, Balgruuf."
Sarah's interest peaked further. "What kind of news?"
"Let's just say their positions might be more precarious than they realize. The Thalmor have plans that could endanger both their holds. We need to arrange a meeting between Ulfric and Balgruuf—perhaps through Ralof. If they can present a united front, it might just thwart the Thalmor's schemes."
Sarah nodded in agreement, her mind already racing through potential strategies. "Right, a united front could change the entire political landscape here. Good thinking. Let's head out soon. We have a busy day ahead of us."
Hearing that Victor gets up immediately "Sure, just one moment I need to talk to Hadvar for a moment." and heads to a nearby table where Hadvar together with one of the women they had rescued the day before where having breakfast, the moment Victor approaches they both get up and bowed towards him.
"Good morning, Hadvar. Miss," Victor greeted them both. Hadvar nodded and the woman--Altheda was her name--offered a shy smile.
"Victor, we wanted to thank you again for saving both our lives," Hadvar began, his voice full of gratitude. Behind him, Altheda nodded emphatically.
Victor waved off their thanks with a gesture. "It was nothing, really. It's what I do." His voice was modest, but the smile that played on his lips revealed his satisfaction.
"I owe you my life, Victor," Altheda said softly. Her eyes were wide and full of awe and gratitude. Hadvar echoed her sentiment with a nod.
"You're welcome," Victor responded nonchalantly as he turned to leave them to their breakfast but not before adding, "Be sure to stay out of trouble now, and -if you need any help I'll be in the area until tomorrow"
Victor returned to Sarah's side just in time to see her finish strapping the last buckle of her leather armor on her arm. He raised an eyebrow at her. "Ready so soon?"
Sarah grinned at him, an infectious expression full of eagerness and anticipation. "I'm always ready for a new adventure."
As they made their way towards the tavern exit, Victor found himself looking over his shoulder at Altheda and Hadvar watching their departure with thankful eyes. It filled him with an unusual warmth--a feeling he'd grown unaccustomed to over time spent wandering through the lands alone.
But now with Sarah by his side and newfound allies behind him, Victor felt invigorated. The day was just starting and they had many things to do.
———
As Victor and Sarah stepped out of the Sleeping Giant Inn, the brisk morning air greeted them with the promise of adventures yet to unfold. The sky, a canvas of lightening blues and wisps of morning mist, stretched above Riverwood, hinting at the wider world beyond the small village. Sarah adjusted her quiver, her movements fluid and practiced, while Victor glanced around, taking in the tranquil scene of villagers beginning their daily routines.
"First stop, Bleak Falls Barrow," Victor stated, his tone firm yet tinged with an underlying excitement. "We need to retrieve that golden claw for Lucan and gather those Draugr specimens for... my patron."
Sarah nodded, her focus sharpened by the mission ahead. "And the meeting between Ulfric and Balgruuf," she added, her brow furrowing slightly. "That could help stabilize the region if we manage it right."
Victor looked over at her, appreciating her strategic insight. "Exactly," he agreed. "A united front could deter some of the Thalmor's plans, giving us more room to maneuver."
They made their way down the village's main path, their boots crunching softly on the gravel. As they passed familiar faces—villagers whom they had started to know by name from their short stay—they received nods and smiles, a testament to the goodwill they had already begun to foster in Riverwood.
As they approached the edge of the village, where the dense forests of Skyrim began to reclaim the landscape, Victor turned to Sarah, his expression becoming more serious. "Once we're in the barrow, keep your eyes peeled not just for the Draugr, but for any unusual activity. Anything that seems out of place could be crucial."
Sarah met his gaze, her eyes sharp. "I always do," she replied confidently. With that, they stepped into the forest, the shadows of the tall pines enveloping them, the morning light filtering through the needles in dappled patches on the forest floor.
Their journey towards Bleak Falls Barrow was quiet, the only sounds being the rustle of leaves underfoot and the distant calls of Skyrim's wildlife. Victor used this time to reflect on the recent merging of his memories, feeling both the weight and the clarity it brought him. He felt more grounded, more connected to Skyrim than ever before, as if the land itself recognized him as one of its own.
Sarah, noticing his introspective silence, respected it, keeping her thoughts to herself as they navigated the winding forest paths. However, her mind wasn't idle; she was mentally preparing for the challenges ahead, running through combat scenarios and recalling everything she knew about Draugr and Nordic ruins.
As they approached the entrance to Bleak Falls Barrow, Victor eyed the familiar layout with a calculated wariness. Experience in both the game and real confrontations had taught him that even formidable opponents could fall from simple misfortune—the Thalmor ambassador's fate was a stark reminder. Determined to avoid a similar fate, Victor decided to leverage one of his newly acquired magical skills to ensure their approach was both stealthy and strategic.
From a concealed spot not far from the stairway leading up to the entrance, Victor utilized his Enhanced Telekinesis to lift a pair of sturdy shields he had obtained from a skirmish with bandits at the Western Watchtower. Positioning these shields beneath them like a makeshift platform, he and Sarah floated upward, rising just above the line of sight of the bandits who lounged unsuspectingly at their posts.
Sarah, with her bow already drawn and eyes narrowed in concentration, waited until Victor gave a subtle nod before she released her first arrow. It whistled silently through the crisp air, embedding deeply into the throat of the nearest bandit. The man's eyes widened in shock as he grasped at the shaft protruding from his neck, collapsing without a sound.
Quickly shifting her aim, Sarah dispatched two more bandits in rapid succession. One arrow found its mark in an eye, while the other pierced a heart. Each shot was precise, ensuring that neither victim had a chance to cry out or alert the others.
Victor, meanwhile, remained focused on manipulating the telekinetic shields, maintaining their elevation and stability. He watched as Sarah efficiently handled the bandits, and he quickly used his Inventory spell to absorb the bodies into his magical storage space, erasing any evidence of their demise before they even touched the ground.
It wasn't until a fourth bandit, slightly more alert than his now-deceased comrades, noticed the disappearance of his fellows. He turned just in time to see a shadow move. Reacting too slowly, he reached for his horn to sound an alarm but was silenced as an arrow from Sarah's bow punctured his lung, causing him to stagger back, gasping and clutching at the fatal wound.
With only two bandits left—both archers—they finally noticed him. They nocked their arrows and released them towards the floating assailant. Victor, jumping of his shield and still eager to test the limits of his Enhanced Telekinesis, gestured with a flourish. The incoming arrows halted mid-air, suspended as if caught in an invisible web and -in the next moment, where absorbed into his inventory.
The bandits, witnessing their arrows disappear into thin air, were struck with terror. One shouted, "Sorcery!" as they fumbled with their bows, desperate to reload. Their panic made them clumsy, and their hands shook as they tried to fit new arrows to their strings.
Seizing the moment, Sarah had leapt from the floating shield platform with the grace of a hunting cat. She landed behind the nearest bandit, her movements a blur. Before the man could turn, she had already driven a dagger deep into his back, severing his spine with a twist of her blade. The second bandit, realizing his imminent peril, attempted to flee. He hadn't taken more than two steps before Sarah's second dagger flew through the air, its sharp point embedding into his skull with a sickening thunk.
With all the bandits dispatched, Victor lowered his hands. His experimentation with Enhanced Telekinesis had been successful but taxing. He felt a significant drain on his magical reserves, more than he had anticipated for what he had deemed an encounter with mere "small fries."
Feeling the onset of magical fatigue, Victor sank to the ground in a shaded area, his back against the cold stone of the barrow. He closed his eyes and began a series of deep, meditative breaths to replenish his spent energies. Sarah, ever vigilant, stood watch, her eyes scanning the area of the barrow for any further threats that might lurk within.
The skirmish had been swift and silent, a testament to their growing teamwork and Victor's mastery of his magical abilities. As Victor sat on the cold, stony ground of Bleak Falls Barrow, his chest heaved with deep breaths, trying to regain his magical energy through meditation. The rush of adrenaline was fading, leaving behind the sharp pang of magicka depletion. Despite his exhaustion, a slight grin played on his lips; his new abilities had proved effective, albeit draining.
The skirmish had been swift and silent, a testament to their growing teamwork and Victor's mastery of his magical abilities. They were becoming a formidable duo, capable of handling the dangers of Skyrim with a potent combination of stealth, skill, and supernatural power.
Sarah watched him from a few steps away, her bow finally lowered but her senses still alert to any other threats.
"You alright?" she asked after a moment, her voice low in the echoing quiet of the barrow's entrance.
Victor opened one eye, the blue of it shimmering slightly with residual magic. "Yeah, just need a moment. These new spells... they're more taxing than I anticipated."
Sarah nodded, understanding all too well the toll that magic could take on the body. She continued scanned the area, ensuring that no other threats were lurking nearby. Satisfied, she turned back to Victor, who was now slowly standing up, steadying himself against the cold stone wall.
"Take your time. We're not in a rush," she said, though her eyes betrayed her eagerness to delve deeper into the barrow.
Victor straightened up, taking a deep breath. "Thanks, Sarah. It wont take long"
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