Bab 494: Homecoming Sword-Queen
Saeko pulls her furred hood tighter around her as she and Raiden wade through the thick snow of Skyrim. It'd been a while since she'd come here, and she was excited to see her old friends again, both in the Companions and those that'd originally brought her to this amazing world.
She'd learned so much in such a relatively short amount of time... She and Raiden had slaughtered Thalmor to their heart's content in Hammerfell, continually growing their skills in combat, mastery of forms and techniques that previously evaded them due to their inexperience in true battle, or for never having encountered an opportunity which would force the needed line of thinking to attempt them.
The Moon Sickness had made way for the duo and the other Redguards to counterattack the invading Aldmeri Dominion, allowing Saeko and Raiden to lead the charge and run the elves out of the Province.
She'd killed hundreds, if not thousands of enemies in the pursuit of mastering swordsmanship, and the Way of the Sword. The last remnants of Thalmor in the whole of Hammerfell were those clinging onto their positions at the sea, barely holding on by endlessly reinforcing their defences and receiving supplies from the Summerset Isles. In the end, they'd be routed as well, as their position simply was not stable enough...
Saeko and Raiden's exploits had earned them both the title of Sword-Singer, though, whether they truly counted among those Sword-Singers of myth was another matter entirely.
There wasn't much else to train, the only thing that'd improve her skills now was simple experience. She'd mastered everything contained within the lake-side tomb, and everything else she found suggested that true mastery would come with personal growth... Whatever that meant.
With her goal in Hammerfell finished, she turned her attention back to her origin, her 'home land' in this realm. Skyrim. Why? Well, for two reasons.
The first was to challenge Tiffania for Michael, she was sure she wouldn't be beaten so easily again.
The second? Obviously, because of the Dragon Crises.
She was tempted to go to the land of the Khajiit to see if there was anything to fight, she was sure the cause of the Moon Sickness wouldn't like to be stabbed...
Still, comparing her blade to the might of a dragon was a literal dream come true for her. It might have seemed childish back in her original world, but fighting a dragon was, in her view, the very peak of swordsmanship... At least, if legends were to be observed.
"How any could live here comfortably I have not the faintest clue." Raiden mutters while shivering despite wearing three or four layers of thick clothing.
"At least there's water here, frozen or not, unlike Hammerfell's unbearable deserts... I'd rather freeze than die of dehydration while my body roasts under the sun." Saeko retorts.
Raiden shakes his head, "Blame the skin you were born with, even after so long in the deserts it looks like milk-tea..."
Saeko shakes her head, "Better milk-tea than shit." she huffs, people back in her world would have gasped at that, but here in Tamriel, skin colour mattered less when there were literal cat people walking about and demons walking about.
Raiden shrugs, "I personally prefer chocolate, but if you wish to be insulting about it." he chuckles before turning his gaze to the burnt village they were walking by. "I wonder if the Nords burnt their homes to rid themselves of the cold? I might have considered such a thing if I had to live here."
"No, these were burned by the Imperial Legion while trying to capture Ulfric... Did you not listen to a single thing on our way here?"
Raiden picks his ear, "These Nord and Empire things matter not to me. This is one of the reasons Hammerfell left the Empire, honourless lot."
"Whatever, we're coming up to Falkreath, behave and let me talk, I'd rather not sit in a cell while there's dragons to hunt."
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The duo continued through Skyrim before eventually reaching Whiterun. Saeko was sure the Companions would have information both on the dragons and Michael. Though, from what she'd learned in Falkreath, there was a very high possibility of him still being in Winterhold... In some Spire he'd built that was the talk of almost everyone who knew about it.
"Hm... Is the town usually this... Loud?" Raiden asks as they approach the gate, hearing what sounded like a riot occurring behind the large wooden doors.
Saeko shakes her head, "No... Hello? Guard? What's happening?" she asks the nearest man guarding the gate.
"You didn't hear? There's a god's damned dragon flying around! It's already attacked the Western Watchtower! Who knows if or when it'll come for the city!"
Raiden shakes his head in mild disbelief, "Then why are you here and not manning the walls with a bow in hand!?"
"Were you dropped on the head as a child!? What arrow could possibly pierce a dragon's scales!? Iron and steel are completely useless against them! The Jarl's already sent his strongest men to fight it at the tower, but the rest of us are doomed if they fail! I hold no hope in the new defences and siege weapons doing anything to such a beast... Even from here its roar shakes the city!"
Saeko strips the thick fur jacket she was wearing until she's dressed in her usual light Sword-Singer attire, leather armour with Arabic robe-like additions that wouldn't inhibit her movement. Lastly, she made sure her purple hair was securely tied up in a bun to prevent it from getting in the way... She should've probably gotten it cut a while ago, but, she was sure Michael liked long hair... Probably...? "Come, Raiden. Let's face this dragon!"
Raiden nods, quickly following her but not removing his clothing...
"Fools, the both of you!" the guard exclaims as they run West, quickly spotting the utterly decimated tower, half-melted and still covered in flames. The scorched remnants of three ballistae were scattered around, making it obvious that such defences had failed.
They did spot the Jarl's forces walking amongst the ruins however, along with some familiar faces.
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