Other Fan Fiction ❯ Dragonborn ❯ Helgen Keep ( Chapter 2 )
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By: anonymousvoice 
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.27.2013 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 158 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.27.2013 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 158 | Status: Completed
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SKYRIM OR ANYTHING WITHIN IT. THE ELF IS MY OWN CHARACTER BUT THE REST ARE WITHIN THE GAME AND BELONG TO BETHESDA!
“It’s good you joined me Elf. Imperial bastards.”
Deyuuthal could only nod at Ralof’s words, but he was sure the Nord couldn’t see it in the darkened tunnel. Soon the tunnel gave way into a small circular room. Two barred gates occupied the sides of the room.
“Imperial bastards…”
Ralof’s whisper drew the Elf from surveying the room to his companion. Ralof was on his knees, looking over the bodies of two Nords.
Ralof laughed helplessly, “Best loot Gunter’s gear,” he motioned to one of the bodies, “he won’t be needing it anymore.”
Deyuuthal nodded and slowly crouched by Gunter’s body. Being respectful to the dead Nord, he only grabbed Gunter’s sword, a small one-handed blade made of iron.
Rising again, he swung the sword three times, getting a feel for it. He hated blades, finding them heavy and messy.
Deyuuthal the joined the Nord again. Ralof’s head was bowed, sending a silent prayer to the Divines for his fallen comrades.
This moment was lost soon though, as the sound of boots came thundering down the hall. Ralof snapped into motion. He quickly darted to the side of the gate where the noise was coming from, hurriedly motioning to Deyuuthal to do the same.
The Elf took the side across from Ralof, crouching down low to hide himself. He heard the Captain’s voice echoing off the walls. The gates slid upward and a guard rushed forward into the room. Ralof sprang forward, swinging his axe and slamming it home into the guard’s stomach, tearing his leather armor.
Two more rushed for Ralof. Deyuuthal ran up to help, but he was suddenly thrown back against the wall. Recovering quickly, he spun to the left, missing an overhead chop from the Captain. She charged at him savagely, beating down his pathetic attempts to block. With one last clang, she knocked the sword from Deyuuthal’s hand and knocked him to the floor. His head cracked on the hard stone and she was on him immediately, pressing the flat of her sword to his throat, choking him.
Deyuuthal strained to push back the Captain, desperately trying to call Ralof. However, Ralof had his own problems, facing down the two other guards. The Captain smiled devilishly, feeling the Elf go limp. However, her victory was false.
Deyuuthal had quit fighting, but he was not finished. Instead he reached within himself, drawing forth the power granted to him by his people, a power pulsing in his veins. Deyuuthal’s hand shot upward, throwing fire into the Captain’s face.
The Captain rolled off, screaming as the fire curled around her body, burning and melting her flesh. Deyuuthaal stood, towering over the dying Captain. Her screams alerted the guards, one of them breaking off his fight with Ralof to attack Deyuuthal. Deyuuthal brought up his other hand, unleashing a second gout of flames at the oncoming guard, never taking his eyes from the Captain.
The remaining guard heard the screams of his dying companions, fear filling him. He became desperate, his swings becoming wild. Ralof ducked under a panicked swing and brought his axe in for an uppercut, catching the guard in the jaw and laying him flat on the ground. With a snarl, Ralof brought his axe down on his head.
Ralof stood up huffing and turned to the charred bodies.
“You certainly didn’t waste time telling me you could do that.”
Deyuuthal grinned sheepishly back at him, “caught in the moment…?”
Ralof let out a heartly laugh, clapping Deyuuthal on the back again, “I’m glad you’re on my side Elf. “
“Now,” he stooped down to examine the Captain. Standing back up, he held a key out to Deyuuthal, “Lets see what this does eh?”
Deyuuthal took it and walked to the other gate. Placing the key in the slot, he turned it until it clicked. He then shoved open the gate, leading to a massive, curling stairwell. Exchanging nods, the two walked down the stairs, treading quietly. Reaching the bottom, they turned to a long hallway.
As if triggered by their footsteps, the ceiling caved in in front of them, the dragon’s roar echoing through the hall.
Ralof covered his ears, “That dragon just doesn’t give up!”
Deyuuthal noticed a door untouched by the rubble, “Through here Ralof.”
The Elf threw himself at the door, barreling through and alerting two guards on the otherside. Finishing a roll, he came up on one knee, raising his hands and unleashing fire into the room. Both guards burned.
Ralof stepped over the bodies and looked around, “looks like a storage room. Grab whatever you can and let’s go!”
They both searched the crates, searching for anything useful. Deyuuthal pulled the top off a barrel and reached inside, feeling around. He pulled his hands out, holding four bottles. Two red potions, potions of healing. One green, a potion of stamina. And the last, blue, a potion of magika. He clung to them, storing them in a pouch the guards didn’t take from him earlier.
Ralof yelled from across the room by another door, “Ready Elf?”
“Yes, lead on.”
Ralof opened the door to the other side of the destroyed hallway. They moved off, heading farther into the keep. Deyuuthal brought his hand up, stopping Ralof. Sounds of battle echoed down the hallway.
They sped off down the tunnel, entering a dungeon. Within were two Nords against two Imperials. Ralof jumped in to help the struggling Nords, letting out a war cry. Deyuuthal readied his flames, but he was hit with a jolt of lightning.
Coming out of the shadows stepped a third Imperial, a magika user. He unleashed more electricity into Deyuuthal, breaking his concentration. Deyuuthal could feel the electricity sap away at his own magika, losing power quickly.
Deyuuthal fell to one knee, his body trembling. He tried to use the little power he had left to counter the mage, but his body wouldn’t respond. However, the electricity abruptly ceased.
“That’s twice Elf.”
Deyuuthal looked up and took Ralof’s offered hand, “That was only once.”
“I got you out of that madness on the surface.”
“You got me into that madness in the first place,” Deyuuthal protested.
But Ralof wasn’t listening. Instead, he was examining the cages.
“It looks like something in here may be useful. Here,” he handed some lockpicks to Deyuuthal, “see what you can get.”
Deyuuthal tried the first pick. It broke in seconds. He tried again. It broke. A third time he tried, this time he heard a click and he pried the door open. Within laid a body, wrapped in robes and hooded. Next to it was a potion of magika, a few coins, and even a spell tome! Surely this person must have been a mage.
As Deyuuthal reached down to grab the items, he felt an aura emitting from the robes. Deyuuthal touched the robes and felt his magika spike. These robes were definitely enchanted. Deyuuthal took the robes and threw them on, relishing in his new power.
Deyuuthal went and joined the other Nords who stood further into the chamber. Here, the smooth stone began to fade to a more natural cave system, jagged edges and water dripped from the ceiling. As they moved, Imperial voices resounded down the tunnel.
They entered the next chamber, occupied by three Imperials, one wielding a bow. Deyuuthal unleashed fire toward the archer, driving him back and allowing the others to charge the other two Imperials. As Deyuuthal’s fire raced toward the archer, it caught a small puddle of spilt oil, which ignited immediately and burned up the archer’s legs.
The battle was over in seconds. Two Nords chose to stay behind and await Ulfric. Ralof nodded and headed to the exit.
Ralof pulled a lever on the ground, activating a drawbridge, “Let’s see where this leads.”
As they crossed, again the hall collapsed, the dragon’s roars echoing as he continued to destroy the town.
“Well no going back that way.”
“It’s good you joined me Elf. Imperial bastards.”
Deyuuthal could only nod at Ralof’s words, but he was sure the Nord couldn’t see it in the darkened tunnel. Soon the tunnel gave way into a small circular room. Two barred gates occupied the sides of the room.
“Imperial bastards…”
Ralof’s whisper drew the Elf from surveying the room to his companion. Ralof was on his knees, looking over the bodies of two Nords.
Ralof laughed helplessly, “Best loot Gunter’s gear,” he motioned to one of the bodies, “he won’t be needing it anymore.”
Deyuuthal nodded and slowly crouched by Gunter’s body. Being respectful to the dead Nord, he only grabbed Gunter’s sword, a small one-handed blade made of iron.
Rising again, he swung the sword three times, getting a feel for it. He hated blades, finding them heavy and messy.
Deyuuthal the joined the Nord again. Ralof’s head was bowed, sending a silent prayer to the Divines for his fallen comrades.
This moment was lost soon though, as the sound of boots came thundering down the hall. Ralof snapped into motion. He quickly darted to the side of the gate where the noise was coming from, hurriedly motioning to Deyuuthal to do the same.
The Elf took the side across from Ralof, crouching down low to hide himself. He heard the Captain’s voice echoing off the walls. The gates slid upward and a guard rushed forward into the room. Ralof sprang forward, swinging his axe and slamming it home into the guard’s stomach, tearing his leather armor.
Two more rushed for Ralof. Deyuuthal ran up to help, but he was suddenly thrown back against the wall. Recovering quickly, he spun to the left, missing an overhead chop from the Captain. She charged at him savagely, beating down his pathetic attempts to block. With one last clang, she knocked the sword from Deyuuthal’s hand and knocked him to the floor. His head cracked on the hard stone and she was on him immediately, pressing the flat of her sword to his throat, choking him.
Deyuuthal strained to push back the Captain, desperately trying to call Ralof. However, Ralof had his own problems, facing down the two other guards. The Captain smiled devilishly, feeling the Elf go limp. However, her victory was false.
Deyuuthal had quit fighting, but he was not finished. Instead he reached within himself, drawing forth the power granted to him by his people, a power pulsing in his veins. Deyuuthal’s hand shot upward, throwing fire into the Captain’s face.
The Captain rolled off, screaming as the fire curled around her body, burning and melting her flesh. Deyuuthaal stood, towering over the dying Captain. Her screams alerted the guards, one of them breaking off his fight with Ralof to attack Deyuuthal. Deyuuthal brought up his other hand, unleashing a second gout of flames at the oncoming guard, never taking his eyes from the Captain.
The remaining guard heard the screams of his dying companions, fear filling him. He became desperate, his swings becoming wild. Ralof ducked under a panicked swing and brought his axe in for an uppercut, catching the guard in the jaw and laying him flat on the ground. With a snarl, Ralof brought his axe down on his head.
Ralof stood up huffing and turned to the charred bodies.
“You certainly didn’t waste time telling me you could do that.”
Deyuuthal grinned sheepishly back at him, “caught in the moment…?”
Ralof let out a heartly laugh, clapping Deyuuthal on the back again, “I’m glad you’re on my side Elf. “
“Now,” he stooped down to examine the Captain. Standing back up, he held a key out to Deyuuthal, “Lets see what this does eh?”
Deyuuthal took it and walked to the other gate. Placing the key in the slot, he turned it until it clicked. He then shoved open the gate, leading to a massive, curling stairwell. Exchanging nods, the two walked down the stairs, treading quietly. Reaching the bottom, they turned to a long hallway.
As if triggered by their footsteps, the ceiling caved in in front of them, the dragon’s roar echoing through the hall.
Ralof covered his ears, “That dragon just doesn’t give up!”
Deyuuthal noticed a door untouched by the rubble, “Through here Ralof.”
The Elf threw himself at the door, barreling through and alerting two guards on the otherside. Finishing a roll, he came up on one knee, raising his hands and unleashing fire into the room. Both guards burned.
Ralof stepped over the bodies and looked around, “looks like a storage room. Grab whatever you can and let’s go!”
They both searched the crates, searching for anything useful. Deyuuthal pulled the top off a barrel and reached inside, feeling around. He pulled his hands out, holding four bottles. Two red potions, potions of healing. One green, a potion of stamina. And the last, blue, a potion of magika. He clung to them, storing them in a pouch the guards didn’t take from him earlier.
Ralof yelled from across the room by another door, “Ready Elf?”
“Yes, lead on.”
Ralof opened the door to the other side of the destroyed hallway. They moved off, heading farther into the keep. Deyuuthal brought his hand up, stopping Ralof. Sounds of battle echoed down the hallway.
They sped off down the tunnel, entering a dungeon. Within were two Nords against two Imperials. Ralof jumped in to help the struggling Nords, letting out a war cry. Deyuuthal readied his flames, but he was hit with a jolt of lightning.
Coming out of the shadows stepped a third Imperial, a magika user. He unleashed more electricity into Deyuuthal, breaking his concentration. Deyuuthal could feel the electricity sap away at his own magika, losing power quickly.
Deyuuthal fell to one knee, his body trembling. He tried to use the little power he had left to counter the mage, but his body wouldn’t respond. However, the electricity abruptly ceased.
“That’s twice Elf.”
Deyuuthal looked up and took Ralof’s offered hand, “That was only once.”
“I got you out of that madness on the surface.”
“You got me into that madness in the first place,” Deyuuthal protested.
But Ralof wasn’t listening. Instead, he was examining the cages.
“It looks like something in here may be useful. Here,” he handed some lockpicks to Deyuuthal, “see what you can get.”
Deyuuthal tried the first pick. It broke in seconds. He tried again. It broke. A third time he tried, this time he heard a click and he pried the door open. Within laid a body, wrapped in robes and hooded. Next to it was a potion of magika, a few coins, and even a spell tome! Surely this person must have been a mage.
As Deyuuthal reached down to grab the items, he felt an aura emitting from the robes. Deyuuthal touched the robes and felt his magika spike. These robes were definitely enchanted. Deyuuthal took the robes and threw them on, relishing in his new power.
Deyuuthal went and joined the other Nords who stood further into the chamber. Here, the smooth stone began to fade to a more natural cave system, jagged edges and water dripped from the ceiling. As they moved, Imperial voices resounded down the tunnel.
They entered the next chamber, occupied by three Imperials, one wielding a bow. Deyuuthal unleashed fire toward the archer, driving him back and allowing the others to charge the other two Imperials. As Deyuuthal’s fire raced toward the archer, it caught a small puddle of spilt oil, which ignited immediately and burned up the archer’s legs.
The battle was over in seconds. Two Nords chose to stay behind and await Ulfric. Ralof nodded and headed to the exit.
Ralof pulled a lever on the ground, activating a drawbridge, “Let’s see where this leads.”
As they crossed, again the hall collapsed, the dragon’s roars echoing as he continued to destroy the town.
“Well no going back that way.”