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Hadvir pulled his scarf tighter around his nose and mouth, shivering in the cold. Its been a few months now since the love of his life disappeared. She took a ship and a crew and just..left. She told no one. Not the College, not the Guild, not even him. The only reason he knew was-well, he probably shouldn't think to hard on that now. He leaned on his staff looking at the devastated town. To think this was once the capital of Skyrim, destroyed by a massive wave. But the new storm that was coming would make the Great Collapse look like a damn joke. A darkness is coming, Forever Night as the old atmorans called it. Maybe that was the true reason his ancestors fled south to Skyrim. As he stood there in the cold, lost in his thoughts he heard a deep growling voice behind him. Strom Moon-born. The berserker. Freya was very insistent on keeping him along with them. But Hadvir wasn't so sure. The man was just as likely to kill his comrades as any enemy who stepped up too him.
"Hadvir I got what you wanted." The berserk said, annoyed and bitter.as he held a large object wrapped in rags. Hadvir turned around and nodded, "Bring it inside." he said to Strom as he walked over opening the door of the inn to the massive man. This was it, the pinnacle of their research. With this they could maybe figure out what was going on, what they were going to be dealing with. Strom followed Hadvir in, ducking under the door frame, as he tried to fit his massive figure through and into the house.
"Set it down there." Hadvir said to Strom as he pulled out several books and ancient scrolls/
"I'm not your damn errand boy." Strom said snapping at Hadvir as he threw the object on the table.
Hadvir held his hands out defensively, "I never said you were Strom..just..keep your head."
Strom growled and walked to the other side of the table as Hadvir opened up the rags. He gasped as he saw what was inside. He heard of the tales, rumors from fisherman and sailors but he never knew it was this bad. A fish lay on the table, covered in black sand a result of the corrupted beach it stranded itself on. It was big, if it wasn't horribly warped and mutated it would've made a fisherman's dream. A sharp beak full of razor shard teeth, pale lifeless eyes, bulges and tumors seemed to cover it, not to mention what appeared to be fur growing from its back, along with bony spines. Havir grabbed a scalpel and pressed the sharp blade against its stomach beginning the dissection. He maybe opened up two inches of it, before he heard a terrible howl and screech. The fish flopped on the table, snapping and biting at the air before hitting the table hard enough where it propelled its self up a good three feet.
Right up to Had's face.
Quickly Strom's axes lept foward intercepting the fish splitting it in half, spilling blackened, diseased innards and dark ash all over the Had and the table. Had leaned back against the wall, breathing heavily. He could've died, His head ripped off by a fish.
"Thanks Str-"
"Don't mention it." Strom said as he cleaned of his axes with the rag.
"This is bad."
"Really? I couldn't tell."
"You think anyone got my letter?" Had asked Strom, referring to the message they sent out a few weeks prior.
"How in Oblivion am I supposed to know?"
"You really brighten the mood Strom."
"Hadvir I got what you wanted." The berserk said, annoyed and bitter.as he held a large object wrapped in rags. Hadvir turned around and nodded, "Bring it inside." he said to Strom as he walked over opening the door of the inn to the massive man. This was it, the pinnacle of their research. With this they could maybe figure out what was going on, what they were going to be dealing with. Strom followed Hadvir in, ducking under the door frame, as he tried to fit his massive figure through and into the house.
"Set it down there." Hadvir said to Strom as he pulled out several books and ancient scrolls/
"I'm not your damn errand boy." Strom said snapping at Hadvir as he threw the object on the table.
Hadvir held his hands out defensively, "I never said you were Strom..just..keep your head."
Strom growled and walked to the other side of the table as Hadvir opened up the rags. He gasped as he saw what was inside. He heard of the tales, rumors from fisherman and sailors but he never knew it was this bad. A fish lay on the table, covered in black sand a result of the corrupted beach it stranded itself on. It was big, if it wasn't horribly warped and mutated it would've made a fisherman's dream. A sharp beak full of razor shard teeth, pale lifeless eyes, bulges and tumors seemed to cover it, not to mention what appeared to be fur growing from its back, along with bony spines. Havir grabbed a scalpel and pressed the sharp blade against its stomach beginning the dissection. He maybe opened up two inches of it, before he heard a terrible howl and screech. The fish flopped on the table, snapping and biting at the air before hitting the table hard enough where it propelled its self up a good three feet.
Right up to Had's face.
Quickly Strom's axes lept foward intercepting the fish splitting it in half, spilling blackened, diseased innards and dark ash all over the Had and the table. Had leaned back against the wall, breathing heavily. He could've died, His head ripped off by a fish.
"Thanks Str-"
"Don't mention it." Strom said as he cleaned of his axes with the rag.
"This is bad."
"Really? I couldn't tell."
"You think anyone got my letter?" Had asked Strom, referring to the message they sent out a few weeks prior.
"How in Oblivion am I supposed to know?"
"You really brighten the mood Strom."
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