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章 280: Second Chance? No.

"All checks out, welcome to Whiterun... Try to stay out of trouble." the gate guard says, letting the Redguard enter the city unmolested.

Shakeesh nods, letting out a weary breath at finally reaching his destination... To be honest, he had thought he would've died before reaching it. Falkreath was a travesty, and Riften even more so. He'd only been there a couple days and Maven Black-Briar gets cut down in her own home. The city was a like a warzone after that, gangs springing out to try and fill the power vacuum.

Thankfully, he'd already been on the winning side. The Thieves Guild took control of everything. From what he knew, their previous relationship with the Black-Briars allowed them to just pick up where Maven had left off. Jotdarra had even shown him the 'legally acquired' deeds to the various Black-Briar properties, particularly the Goldenglow Estate and the Black-Briar Meadery, which were the most lucrative businesses in all of Riften, and maybe all of Skyrim. The Khajiit couldn't stop laughing about it, and even a day later he was still insufferable.

They all knew such things should have been claimed by the Black-Briar family that was over in Cyrodil, but the Thieves Guild was confident enough in stabilising their foothold in Riften to not worry about it.

Of course, it didn't really matter to Shakeesh in the end, he wasn't a full-fledged member of the Guild, so once he'd claimed his pay from Jotdarra, along with a substantial bonus for his assistance in cleaning up after Maven's 'untimely' demise, he set off straight for Whiterun.

Looking at the city now, taking in the promising sights, smells, and atmosphere that both Falkreath and Riften dearly lacked, he felt it might've all been worth the trouble. He smiles to himself, giving a cheerful wave at some playing children before strutting down the street, straight towards where the Companion's place of residence, Jorrvaskr, should be.

He makes his way up the steps, ignoring the rambling priest of Talos, and approaches the mead-hall doors. "This will be the start of my new life, one without the mistakes of the past. I will be a new man, my own man. It all starts he-" Shakeesh mutters, but pauses as he steps inside the room and encounters a person he had dearly hoped to avoid.

"Oh, it's you again? You looking for another beating or something?" Michael asks with a crooked brow, not having expected to see this person again.

Shakeesh's breathing halts, his body shouting for him to retreat. Clearly, this wouldn't be the second chance he had hoped it to be... But, he refused to allow this small obstacle to get in his way. He coughs into his hand and straightens his posture, "No, I am here to join the Companions."

...

"You sure? I don't think they are too fond of Thieves." the man, Michael says, but Shekeesh could see his lips resist being pulled into a smile, as if he'd just been told a joke.

"I've put all of that behind me. I want to prove myself... What is your role here?" the Reguard asks.

Michael shrugs, "I'm still technically just a recruit, even if most don't see it that way... Whatever, I'll let the others deal with you. But I'll warn you, try to steal from anyone and I'll throw you from the top of Dragonsreach, got it?"

Shakeesh nods determined to not get on Michael's bad side again. This was his third encounter with him, the other two ending in him fleeing while hoping to not be pursued... Clearly, fate had them in mind for something.

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Shakeesh soon joined the ranks of the Companions, Michael had let Vilkas know of the man's earlier deeds, but the Companions didn't really care about your past crimes as long as it didn't affect the rest of the guild. So long as the Redguard kept his fingers to himself, and honoured the guild, he'd be able to stay.

There was also Shakeesh's martial abilities to worry about too, the man was skilled with two swords, specifically curved sword, ones that the warriors in Hammerfell often used. Shakeesh had, unfortunately, had to sell his own weapons to reach Skyrim, but he'd asked Eorlund for a set of Skyforge Curved Steel Swords when the man had time.

The Redguard was still pretty skilled with two regular straight swords however, being around the middle of the pack when compared to the rest of the recruits... Which was good, considering that most people who joined the Companions were already accomplished warriors with feats under their names.

Michael didn't really bother doing anything with the new member, he was more concerned with just improving his sword and dagger skills for the limited time he had left in Whiterun. Once Eorlund was done with his armour, he and the girls would leave for the Hall of the Vigilant to try and have Maria healed.

When news of his soon to be departure came out it felt like a riot was occurring within Jorrvaskr... Most people who joined the Companion were there to stay, at least until another greater opportunity presented itself... People either died as a member or retired after many years of service.

Still, after he'd weathered the complaints, mock-insults, and other banter sent his way, it was Kodlak who decided to speak to him about it, the old Harbinger having returned after attending one of his childhood friend's funerals, or so Michael had been told.

The duo just sat in one of the rooms under Jorrvaskr for half an hour, Kodlak silently staring at him as the man nursed a mug of mead. Michael didn't speak up however, deciding to let the old man do whatever he wanted... Even if it was kind of creepy.

Michael how now been there forty-five minutes in total when finally Kodlak decides to speak up, "Alright. You may leave to do what you must, your place in the Companions will be unaffected." he decides, confusing Michael considerably.

"Er, why?" Michael inquires, knowing that this honour wasn't granted to anyone else, even if they asked.

Kodlak hums, pushing his empty mug to the side, "The Companions like to keep our members close, do you know why?"

Michael shakes his head and Kodlak continues, "I'm sure you've seen them, most people who join are stubborn, determined, ambitious. All things that could lead them down the wrong path. We keep them close to them running the Companion's name through the mud, I know well enough that put in a poor enough position, most would resort to less honourable means to get by... But, from what I've heard about you, I am sure such problems won't come to fruition." he explains, and smiles slightly when he spots Michael's confused look.

"Boy, you've been sitting here in this room with me for almost an hour, and yet you haven't said a word. I can only see a few reasons for this, but I doubt you are afraid of me. Nor do you have something planned, as I'm the one who called you." he chuckles, "You were just too polite to speak first, which matches what the others have said."

"Too polite? Yeah, I don't think so..." Michael mutters, sure that such a description didn't match him.

Kodlak shakes his head, "No matter what you think of yourself, I trust you won't cause any problems... Besides, you aren't just looking after yourself, are you?"


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章 281: Trolling About

Thus, Michael's somewhat awkward meeting with Kodlak ended. The only other thing the Harbinger had said was that his membership with the Companions would come to an end if he did start causing problems... Which Michael thought was obvious...

With the problem of the Companions dealt with, Michael went to work getting things ready for his group's eventual departure. They already had most things ready, but he made sure to get extra pairs of warm clothes, as the further north they went the colder it would get. Not to mention that most things north were at a high elevation.

Eorlund had said that his armour would be completed in two more days, which left him with some downtime to throw away. Fortunately, he wouldn't be bored during this time, as the world seemed to want to grant him one last job with the Companions before he left.

He was having some drinks in Jorrvaskr when a single Whiterun guard rushed into the room panting. "Trolls! Trolls coming down from the Throat!" he exclaims fearfully.

"Again?" Farkas scoffs, "Didn't we wipe them all out four years ago?"

Aela shakes her head, "Thing's must have bred to regain their numbers. Not enough territory up the mountain so they come down here looking for more." she grabs a bow from a nearby weapons rack, "Well then, shall we get hunting?"

"Hell yeah! I've been waiting to do something for days!" Bureld cockily shouts but gets smacked in the back of his head by Jackle.

"If you start shouting like that while we're out there I'll put you down myself." she growls.

Vilkas glances over to Michael who'd just been watching all of this happen, "What about you? That magic of yours is sure to help... Most of our weapons don't have enchantments, so it'll be a battle of attrition, something most would fear against Trolls."

Michael shrugs and stands, "Sure, might as well help out before I go. Oh, I want some troll fat as well, I'd never hear the end of it if I forgot." he says and they both chuckle.

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The Companions, along with a small contingent of Whiterun guards make their way out of the city and towards the crossroads that sit on the opposite side of the river to the Throat of the World. By the time the group reached their destination, a fairly large group of Frost Trolls were already making their way over the bridge and towards the city.

"Shield-Brothers! Don't go off alone! Work with the men beside you! Frost Trolls are some of the toughest creatures in Skyrim, so don't risk yourself on something meaningless!"

The others in the group nod, the Companions each teaming up with a partner while the Whiterun guards stayed in one large group.

Michael was paired with Njada, the lady with facepaint who'd been riling up Bureld when he first arrived at Jorrvaskr. He'd wanted to be paired with Vilkas or Aela but, they had gone with Farkas and Skjor respectively.

He draws Derflinger from his waist and readies it as arrows fly over the haphazard shield wall that'd been created. It wouldn't be maintained of course, a single swipe from a troll could tear a man in half, so it wasn't worth trying to block them.

"You ready?"

Njada snorts, "I'm always ready for a fight."

Michael shakes his head, "No, I meant, are you ready to be shocked?" he retorts with a grin. Before she's able to say anything in reply, he points a finger forward and lines a couple of trolls up before casting "Laguna Blade!"

Everyone, including the group of trolls are taken off guard as a huge crack of lightning sounds out, colliding with the leading troll and burning a hole into its furred chest. A few arcs of blue lightning explode from its back and strike a few more behind it, killing two and crippling two more.

All eyes turn to Michael who was casually blowing smoke from the top of his finger, as if he hadn't almost shattered the eardrum of everyone nearby. Indeed, he's forced to dodge a backhand by Njada who's clutching her other ear with a grimace on her face, "YOU FUCKER! WARN ME NEXT TIME!" she shouts, but Michael wasn't sure if she intended to be so loud or if her volume level had been skewed by the thunderbolt...

"Whatever! There's still trolls left!" he replies loud enough for everyone else to hear, allowing everyone to refocus on their targets. While the Laguna Blade had killed and stunned a few, the sound of it seemed to have caused a few to frenzy.

Four Frost Trolls try to charge over the bridge, but Michael fires a Dragonslave spell at them, horribly burning them, but not being enough to kill them. Still, it should disable their regeneration until the others could finish them off... He was tempted to use Light Strike Array, but it was too slow and would probably destroy the bridge if he did.

The front line finally clashed with the Trolls however, Farkas backs out of the range of a troll's clawed hand while slashing at its torso, the wound was already beginning to heal however, despite how deeply it'd been injured.

Vilkas was ready to counterattack after his brother however, approaching from its side and thrusting his blade just under its floating rib, causing the beast to stumble and roar. With its attention now on Vilkas, Farkas continues the aggression, chopping his greatsword into its leg, bringing the beast to its knees and allowing for a quick execution.

The others were doing fine as well, Aela shooting arrows into the Troll's eyes as Skjor follows up while they're distracted. It was difficult to blind them due to the fact that they had three such eyes, but the pain was enough to draw their attention.

Most Inner-Circle members of the Companions worked like a finely oiled machine... The recruits however? Not so much...


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