After Michael is shown the new recruit beds under Jorrvaskr, the Companions hold a short ceremony in the main hall which is followed by a celebration... Mainly, many, many drinks. Of which Michael mostly avoids, as he needed a clear head for what he planned to do tonight.
During this, he did get better acquainted with the other Companions, Specifically, Vilkas, Farkas, and Aela, the latter of which seemed more interested in fighting him than talking, but progress was progress.
Farkas himself didn't have much to say, but listened intently when Michael spoke of his time in Falkreath, hunting bandits and his run-in with Vampires, this particular story catching the ears of a few other people.
He got to know Jackle a bit as well, the prideful Orc deigning to lower herself enough to his level so they could converse as 'equals'. He learned a bit about Orcs and the various Orc Strongholds speckled around Skyrim, she spoke of her home, Narzulbur in particular, a place she had fled after her father, the chief, tried to have her married to her brother Mauhulakh.
Orc Strongholds were more tribal than most other settlements in Skyrim, with only the Chief being the one allowed to sire offspring, if anyone else wanted the right they would have to beat the Chief in combat and claim the position as their own... Jackle's father, however, wished to try and keep the power in the family... Others were angry over this decision, but they weren't strong enough to fight against it.
Even among Orcs incest is frowned upon, so she defeated her brother in single combat and left, refusing to be part of her father's schemes any longer. Apparently, not long after she left, her brother had killed her father and took his place as chief and sent a letter to invite her back... Which she refused with a passion.
The jolly afternoon soon came to an end, and everyone not passed out drunk already heads to bed so that they'd be ready for tomorrow. Michael stays up in the hall, ignoring the stinkeye Skjor was sending his way... Apparently, his induction without the Harbinger's opinion hadn't settled well with him, leaving him with a dislike for Michael...
Regardless, once Michael was left on his own, he got his equipment ready while using Cloak and Dagger to turn invisible before heading out of Jorrvasker and into the nighttime city.
Despite it being an hour til' midnight, people still seemed to be milling around... The curfew was still in effect, but that didn't stop the drunkards from getting their fill of mead at the local tavern. It was actually a common occurrence to see the guards go back and forth between the jail and the bar with a new person being dragged behind them... He idly wondered if there were enough cells for all the people they were jailing.
But, he supposed it was better this way instead of allowing them to wander around alone and risk getting butchered by the murderer.
Speaking of the murderer, Michael's best option to catch them currently was to head to the last place they'd been spotted. An alleyway near the orphanage apparently... He didn't know where the orphanage was however, so he'd have to look around for a bit.
Eventually, he does find the place, and after scouting around for a couple minutes, does find the alleyway that smells like a slaughterhouse. The murderer wasn't gentle with their victims from what he could tell, the blood spatters that reach two and a half meters high on the nearby wall showed just how brutal it had been.
Whoever it was must've been incredibly strong, maybe stronger than Michael when enhanced by his Gandalfr runes... A Vampire maybe?... Maybe not, no smart blood-sucker would draw this much attention to them.
It couldn't be a conjured Dremora either, as those guys would've just charged straight towards the guard barracks in an attempt to kill as many people as possible. So, he really had no clue at all.
He did have one other options... The Vessel of the Hunt. But, that'd mean coming out of invisibility and revealing himself to Whiterun. He'd probably get thrown in jail for wandering around at night. He was brand new to the city, so it wouldn't take much to pin the crime on him.
No, he'd do it tomorrow morning if he couldn't find anything tonight. He'd certainly not risk using the Vessel anywhere near the Companions... He didn't need them on his back, or with their fangs around his neck.
Michael continued to sneak around the city, keeping an eye out to see if the murderer would strike again... Unfortunately, this doesn't occur, or at least, he isn't aware of it if it did. With no results to show, he heads back to Jorrvaskr and climbs into his new bed, ignoring the rather loud snores from his other recruit buddies.
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The next day Michael is awoken bright and early by Jackle who almost dislocates his arm as she pulls him out of bed. "Wake up, it's time to train." she grouses, herself not happy at how early it is. The Companions don't usually have such strict schedules, but for new recruits, it's best to get them ready for combat as soon as possible, as you never know when you'd be sent out on a job.
Grumbling to himself, he does as he's told, coming out into the training ground where the other recruits were sparring... Only to then get dragged to the side by Aela, who immediately demands a duel from him... Apparently, Vilkas had been impressed by him and let the others know, which made it Michael's problem as Aela now wanted a piece of him... Or to be more specific, her pound of flesh.
So, both of them stand off with one another, both dual-wielding and both favouring a more agile style of combat. Needless to say, with his runes he was far, far less skilled than any of the Companions were, along with the fact he was weaker than they were... Nords really had an unfair physical advantage over everyone else... Barring maybe Orcs... Or maybe it was the beast blood that ran through her veins that improved her strength?
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In the end, he got his ass handed to him by Aela, who seemed to be able to tell what he was going to do before he even made a move. Either her reactions were just that good, or his skill and techniques with swords were simply too easy to dismantle.
Regardless, after a thrashing and 'putting him in his place', he was handed back off to train with the other recruits, who were all soundly beaten... He might not be able to match the Inner Circle with his unenhanced skills yet, but the recruits were a piece of cake.
After all, even if most of his advantages came from outside sources such as his runes, he'd still fought and triumphed against many powerful people. Mercer, Sheffield, and Loutiel being the most prominent on the list. None of the recruits was even approaching their skills, so it was fairly easy to beat them.
Soon enough, training came to an end, leaving them all with free time to do as they wished. Some stayed in the training grounds to exercise harder in order to soothe their bruised egos, while others instantly headed to the nearby tavern for whatever reason.
Michael however headed to the Gildergreen and once underneath its slowly decaying branches, pulls out the Vessel of the Hunt. He fixes onto his belt and focuses on his target, the murderer.
Instantly the familiar scent of blood fills his nose, and he's off walking towards around the Wind District. Some people glance over to him, but upon seeing nothing, quickly lose interest.
He walks by the Battleborn estate and soon finds himself standing in front of the Orphanage, it's called Lonely Jay Hall... For some reason. Unable to simply go invisible and sneak in, he pushes the doors open and walks inside, spotting many healthy-looking children scrubbing dirty pots and pans while a few others clean the windows. Their chores for the day it seems.
"Hello?" an elderly-looking woman asks while poking her head out from another room, the pantry from what he could guess. She looked around eighty years old with all the wrinkles and liver spots you could ever need. She had a kindly expression and long, wispy white hair, not someone you'd expect to still be taking care of an orphanage.
Unfortunately for them both, as soon as Michael saw her, the smell of blood intensified to an almost sickening degree... This was his target, and by the sudden look on her face, she knew it too.
The woman turns and rushes back into the pantry as Michael swiftly follows, only getting there in time to see the woman pull a long, two-handed nodachi-like sword. A big ole' black katana that shimmered a vile red when it entered the woman's hands.
"I WON'T LET YOU TAKE THEM! HHHAAARGHH!" she screams as she charges Michael, faster than one would think possible for such an old woman.
Michael dodges backwards out of the doorway just in time to avoid the Ebony Blade. It cuts into the stone arch with ease, and it causes stone fragments to fly when the woman wrenches it out with the strength of a hydraulic press.
Obviously, Michael couldn't just kill this woman in her own Orphanage, thus, he decided to lead her outside... If only he had taken out Derflinger for this... All he had on him right now was an ebony dagger. He hadn't expected to run into a Daedra's champion...
The children scream in shock and terror as the matron chases after Michael, the woman luckily leaving them all alone as he bursts through the doors and down the street. He continues, eventually reaching the top of the stairs that lead to the Gildergreen when he decides to make his stand. By now a crowd had gathered, and all of them were watching with wide eyes as the matron attacks Michael, as if her name was Palpatine.
Michael avoids a horizontal sweep of the ebony blade by ducking backwards, afterwards appearing behind the woman with Blink Strike... Only for her to anticipate this by spinning around and making another try for his life.
"Shock!" exclaims, blasting orange tendrils of electricity at her, only for the blade itself to catch it all. Taking no damage in the process. He glances over at the gathered guards, but none of them seems to have a clue about what's going on... One breaks out of his stupor and tries to intervene, having known the matron for many years, only to get bisected in two by the Ebony Blade, red energy getting sucked from his corpse and into the sword, seemingly rejuvenating the matron as it does so.
"Gods! This is madness!" a terrified woman screams, fleeing at the sight of such a grisly murder. This only attracts the attention of the now completely beserk matron, who attempts to chase after them... Michael stops her however, a Shackle wrapping around her ankle and preventing her from going any further.
"Surrender you crazy hag!" he shouts, more for the audience than anything else...
"NEVER! YOU WILL NEVER TAKE THEEEM!" she screeches, resuming her attack on Michael after cutting the Shackle with her blade.
Michael Blinks to avoid yet another strike, and blocks another... Only for it to cut his ebony dagger in half. He growls at her, "Fine then if you want to die so badly! Laguna Blade!" he shouts, pointing his finger at the woman's chest as she raises the Ebony Blade high in an attempt to bisect him like she'd done the previous guard.
*KRAKOOOOM!*
The sound of thunder explodes in the center of the city, and the bright blue light that shoots from Michael's fingertip blinds all who were watching temporarily. Michael is unaffected however, allowing him to see the effects of his spell...
The bolt hits the matron in the chest, scorching a large hole into her, incinerating a few of her ribs and internal organs, which includes her heart. Then, the electricity does its work on her body, causing her eyes to explode out of her sockets, blood bursting from, her ears, and a blood-curdling scream to wrench itself from her lips.
She drops to the ground not long after, leaving but a blackened, smoking carcass...
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