Skyrim: Savage & Class

[ValentineIllusion]

Private RP between me and @Graverobber141 c:


Plot:

Spoiler

[My Character] is a young, rich, Breton girl who lives in the mountains of Skyrim, who enjoys a very isolated, introverted life. The only time she ever ventures out of her lonely little hiding hole is to go to the market and run other errands, and she tries to hurry through them as fast as she can. During one of her outings, however, the impossible happens- a dragon attacks! And being dressed in only fine clothes with only an iron dagger at her side, she hardly stands a chance against the beast.


[Your Character] happens upon the dragon- it's not hard to miss, really- and, using whatever skills they may have, defeats the dragon and defends her. As if that wasn't unbelievable enough, however, something even more amazing happens: the young Breton girl, without even doing anything, absorbs the dragon's soul. And she didn't even know a thing about that.


Turns out she's the Last Dragonborn of legend, destined to hunt down Alduin and save all of Nirn. One issue, though: she doesn't want to. She wasn't want the world to end, of course, but she's no fighter! She's never fought a day in her life.


So as far as anyone's concerned, [Your Character] is the legend. She'll do the shouting and the soul-eating for him and give him all the credit. The further they go, and the closer they get, however, things start getting complicated...

 

[Graverobber141]

Vor'Kresh held up a plated gauntlet to block out the sun. His head was pounding from celebrating a successful hunt the night before. He had tracked down a giant, and battled it down with his fellow companions. It had been a good fight. His right pauldron needed some adjusting, due to having been smashed in, but nonetheless, it had been a good fight.


His shield clanged against his back as he wandered outside the tavern he called home most nights, and walked down the street into the market. He paid for an apple from a food vendor, biting into it as he made his way to his forge.


It was a quaint but efficient place. And he did good business. The Nords of Skyrim liked to fight, and they knew no smith could out forge an orcish smith. His own weapons and armor were homemade, and all of his work was etched with his mark, a bear's paw.


He threw the core of his devoured apple to the side, and laid his smashed shoulderplate on the anvil. He immediately began hammering out the dent, smoothing the metal back to its original form.


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Not too far away, a young Breton woman shopped at the same market stalls as him, buying as much food and as many drinks as she could fit into her small basket. Judging by her appearance- young, beautiful, dressed in fine curls with hair shinier than his sword- and all the coin she was handing over to the vendors, she was clearly a very rich little lady. Not very well known, though. No one there looked like they had ever even seen her before. She didn't seem to mind too much.


Then, seemingly out of the blue, screams could be heard. Panicked villagers fled to their homes and others were paralyzed in shock, all staring up at the same thing: A dragon. A great, big, flying, fire breathing lizard that roared so loud, the young lady was knocked backwards onto the cold stone ground. She scrambled to get up as a mob of people rushed past her, hurrying to the safety of their homes, finding some sort of shelter before they were toasted.


The guards took notice of the threat immediately shooting their arrows, focusing all their attention on the dragon, as the woman was left with no shelter, no clue where to run, nothing. Well, she had a little iron dagger, but what could that do?

 

[Graverobber141]

The orc had just gotten his pauldron fixed, and had buckled it back onto his shoulder, when he heard the roaring. Screeching, more like. A large shadow consumed his forge, and a moment later, he was surrounded by fire.


Vor'Kresh leapt out of his store, feeling the heat at his back. He stumbled back onto the street, glaring up at the dragon flying above him. The dragon that had just set his forge on fire. A normal person would've been scared, but he was an orc. A now very pissed off orc.


His lips twisted around his tusks in snarl as he unbuckled the strap around his chest that held his shield in place. He slung the slab of metal into his left hand, spreading his feet apart. He began backing up as people ran all around him, watching the creature's movement's, and waiting...


The dragon turned in the sky, and the orc followed it. His eyes fell on a young Breton who...seemed to be right in the creature's coming way. He was ran to her side, holding up his shield, and yelling, "Get down!"


Vor'Kresh slammed his feet down in front of the Breton, throwing out his hand to attempt to pull down on her shoulder, trying to force her on her knees so she'd be shielded behind him. He turned on his heel as the dragon approached again, raising his shield to cover his head, and acting as a wall between the creature and the Breton as the dragon breathed another burst of flame at them both.


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The young woman- known only by a select few as Athene- spun around as she heard him, having barely caught sight of the dragon aiming straight at her. Everything that seemed to be going by in a flash now seemed to be going slow, her body shaking and frozen in the moment. The Orc, much easier for her to see as he rushed towards her, looked just as fearsome as the dragon. If she had another second, perhaps she would've fled away from him, attempt to find some protection less scary looking person, but she didn't even have another spare moment. On top of that, there was a dragon breathing down her neck.


Being so small compared to him, she was pushed down easily and she was completely protected by both him and his shield, holding her hands over her head and screaming even more- like that would help. Hey, at least it made her feel better. But with her thin clothing, if she moved even an inch away from him, she wasn't going to last very long. So as scary as he seemed, she stuck close to him, looking up at him in hopes that he knew what he was doing.


Seeing that they were protected, the dragon up and flew away, aiming at the other knights trying to attack him. Athene peaked out from behind the shield, looking to see if the beast was gone, "W-What's going on? Who are you?!"

 

[Graverobber141]

Vor'Kresh lowered his shield as he turned to watch the dragon fly off to battle the guards. He couldn't help but grin. This was going to be one hell of a fight. A dragon? He'd fought giants, trolls, other orcs, bears, mammoths, even, witches, and vampires. Everything or anything, he'd fought it. But never a dragon. Never a myth of legend. This was going to fun. He could feel the adrenaline building in his blood like fire.


His eyes snapped down to the Breton beside him as he registered what she was saying. "Well, girl, if I had to wager, I'd say a dragon is attacking the city. Who am I?" He chuckled. "An orc with a sword." He reached down at his belt, gripping the handle of his long sword, and pulling it free of its sheath. "And I'm going to kill that dragon. If you want to live, I suggest keeping close. And keep up."


The warrior didn't wait for a reply. He started charging in the direction of the giant lizard, metal boots clanging against the ground. He let out a fierce, challenging roar. His blood was pumping. His heart beat pounding in his ears. Once the creature flew near him and low enough, he'd go for the wing. Rip it to ground it, and then it'd be all his.


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"Yes, yes, I see you're an Orc with a sword, and I'm a Breton without one! I'd like a little more than that!" she frantically called out for him as he ran off, left scrambling to get back up onto her feet and follow him, "Hey hey hey- wait! If you want me to keep up, you should go a little slower!"


The guards started dropping like flies. They were no match for the dragon's bites and, worse yet, the dragon's fire, and they stood no chance. Athene had finally caught up to him, reaching out and grabbing onto the edge of his armor, afraid she would lose him and lose her one little bit of protection, "Be careful!" she shouted to him, knowing the way warriors like him worked. Always after the next big kill, even if it would likely kill them, first. The first to run out to the front lines, the first to die.


And she was running to the front lines right along with him.


The dragon finally deemed the guards very little of a challenge, and turned to face Vor'Kresh. A teeny tiny dinner meal, running straight towards him. Landing on a nearby rooftop, the beast let out another terrifying screech that made Athene jump, staring straight at both her and Vor'Kresh.

 

[Graverobber141]

"That's why you keep up with the orc with the sword, little Breton!" Vor'Kresh yelled back in response, bellowing out a laugh as if this was the funniest thing to do in Tamriel. "Survival should be a challenge! A struggle! Fight for it!"


The orc kept running until he was only a few yards away from the dragon. He dug his boots into the ground, bringing himself to a sudden halt. He spread his feet apart, raised his shield, slammed his sword into it, and roared challengingly. The two beasts glared at each other until the lizard blew fire and took flight toward him.


The warrior let his shield take the fury of the flames, and he charged forward, stabbing his blade into the dragon's wing, and ripping it down. The dragon crashed into the ground, and the orc had to roll out of the way of its tail. A second later, he had dropped his shield, and jumped upon the creature's back, stabbing his sword into its scales so that he could keep on.


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Athene, still practically clinging onto just the edge of the heavy metal, kept pace with him as well as she could if only for the protection of his shield. Even if they were getting closer and closer to the danger, she felt it safer to be behind his shield than further away and out in the open. For a second she considered simply running as fast as she could in the opposite direction, but she doubted how far that would take her.


She didn't agree with him, at all. Survival could be a challenge, but it would never and should never be a challenge for her. She was not amazed at all by the "fearsome" and "brave" warriors who jumped into any fight they saw for nothing more than honor and glory. Why risk your precious life for something invisible like that? Honestly, she almost thought it was stupid.


Once he had jumped on the dragon's back, she had let go, stumbling backwards and away from the dragon and frantic to find protection again. As his shield clanged against the ground, she took notice of it, picking it up and crouching behind it. Only once she heard the dragon screech in defeat would she move away from her tiny bit of shelter.

 

[Graverobber141]

Vor'Kresh climbed up the dragon's back with his sword, grabbing ahold of one of its horns. Just as he was about to pierce its head with his blade, the creature jerked its head, flinging the orc onto the ground. He barely had enough time to roll out of the way of another burst of flame. He rose to his feet afterwards as quickly as possible, turning to face the beast with his sword ready.


The dragon lunged forward, maw wide open to chomp down upon the warrior. Vor'Kresh jabbed his sword up, stabbing straight into the roof of the monster's mouth just before he was about to become its breakfast. The beast became still, falling over onto the ground.


Vor'Kresh wrestled out from its jaws, wiping blood off of his face as he wandered back to pick up his shield. Perhaps the woman along with it, if she was still clinging to it. "The dragon is dead, little Breton. You can stop cowering so bravely."


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[ValentineIllusion]

Athene had still been clinging to it, and she was pulled up enough for her feet to leave the ground, letting go of it just as she noticed it. She was pretty shocked that he defeated such a large creature almost singlehandedly, and she was almost...impressed. Still, the fact that he had rushed in all high and mighty in the first place didn't make her smile at all.


Crossing her arms, she huffed a bit, "Don't call me little," she insisted, though compared to him, she really was tiny, "I don't fight. Usually I'm in the safety of my home but unfortunately, food doesn't just appear on my shelves out of thin-"


As she spoke, a glowing, bright light radiating off the dragon cut her off, rushing down her throat like the air she breathed and making her choke a bit. There was an abundance of it, circling the both of them, swirling and sparkling before it disappeared inside of her.


After a few seconds of whatever that was, Athene sucked in a breath of actual air, her eyes wide and her hand over her heart, like she was checking to make sure she was still alive. That...had never happened before. And she had no clue what it even was.

 

[Graverobber141]

"You are a Breton," Vor'Kresh replied. The orc's lips curved around his tusks to form a grin. "And you are little. Therefore, you are a little Breton." He seemed so pleased at this statement, like the nickname was so clever, even though it really wasn't.


And then the girl started glowing. The warrior took a few steps back, raising his shield up. He fully expected her to exploded. With a stunned expression, he growled, "What sorcery is this?" He didn't like magic. There weren't many mages from the mountains where he came from. But she didn't exploded, yet he still backed off a bit, regarding her with suspension. "The glowing thing? What is it? How are you doing it? No, just stop!"


Townsfolk began to gather, and they started exclaiming about a Dragonborn. The orc's ears twitched. He'd heard of the Nordic legends before, but...A Breton? Who couldn't even hold a sword the proper way? The Dragonborn? He was...shocked to say the least. Finally, he lowered his shield, shaking his head as he growled, "The gods must be joking."


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[ValentineIllusion]

Soon enough, seeing all the commotion, the guards were pushing past the townsfolk and up towards the two, having been able to see the glowing light from miles away. It was impossible to guess who it came from- the giant wad of brightness engulfed them both, and it was really just a guessing game. However, seeing as the dragon was now just a pile of bones, the proud nordic guards had a pretty good idea of what had happened.


Of course, they turned to the one that actually killed the dragon: The warrior, the best looking candidate. Before they could address them, Athene, still shaken, blurted out, "G-Gods- sir- you...you defeated that dragon and sucked it soul straight out of it's very body! L-Like in the legends!"


She was acting. She was so acting. But everyone else was too shaken to care.


The guards listened, but didn't even turn to her before they dismissed her, their attention on Vor'Kresh, "You...you did that, then? You ate the dragon's soul?"


And before anyone could question her, Athene bolted off.

 

[Graverobber141]

Vor'Kresh glared at the Breton woman as she tossed the dragon soul eating on him. His eyes darted to the approaching guards and he grunted as he threw his shield onto his back, strapping it in place. "Killing a dragon isn't that hard, as long as you get off your ass." He exhaled a huff of air as he shook the blood off of his sword, sliding it back into its sheath.


"I killed the thing, but I didn't-" The warrior turned around to point to the Breton, but she wasn't there. He blinked, glancing up through the crowd to catch her running off in the distance. "Hey!" He growled quite loudly, cursing under his breath as he started to chase her down. He unceremoniously shoved the guards and townsfolk out of the way, even tossing some onto the ground, as he charged towards the Breton, trying to catch up to her. She had gotten a head start, and wasn't wearing full armor, but he was used to this sort of thing, and had stamina and stubbornness.


"Hey! Little girl! Stop!" If he was able to catch up to her, the warrior would attempt to grab her shoulders to hold her still, and prevent her from darting off again. "Don't try to throw this on me! It's your destiny, not mine!"


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Athene, carrying hardly any weight and plenty light on her feet, gave him a challenge, speeding away from the remains of the dragon and the crowd and the guards and, above all, Vor'Kresh. Today was supposed to be a perfectly normal day, she wasn't supposed to talk to anyone, and everything would be wonderful and normal. Of course, running away from her problems and anything else that could mess that up seemed like a reasonable solution- she did that a lot.


Once she was out of the towns sight, her adrenaline wore down and she tired, leaving her open to be easily caught. She never looked back, and hadn't seen him until he grabbed her and kept her from making her getaway, "Hey- you let me go!" she snapped at him, kicking and flailing as the fabric f her gown's skirt flew about, "That's hardly any way to treat a young woman!"


She swatted his hand away, jumping back and holding on tightly to her tiny little dagger, "This is not my destiny!" she demanded, looking at him with all seriousness, "You really think a 'little girl' such as myself is going to go around killing dragons and eating them?! No! I didn't even kill that one- you did! So just go and get all your stupid honor and glory and leave me alone!!"

 

[Graverobber141]

"Maybe a little Breton lady," Vor'Kresh growled in response. "You've obviously never met an orcish woman!"


He crossed his arms as she freed herself from his gasp, and turned to face him with her dagger drawn. He looked quite unimpressed and the opposite of threatened. His eyebrows lifted in amusement as he looked down at her blade, and he couldn't help but laugh once. "Put that away, little Breton. You wouldn't want to hurt yourself."


He straightened his back, rising to his full height as she yelled at him. His nose flared like a bull's as he exhaled. "There is no honor or glory in taking someone else's destiny." He huffed and grunted. "And the gods...For whatever reason...Have chosen you. If you run away, you are an honor-less coward, dooming thousands of people to die." He spat on the ground. "If you don't fight to defend your home, then you don't deserve to live in it."


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"I can't fight!" she shouted at him, only holding onto her blade tighter as he told her to put it away, "If I tried to defend myself I'd die anyway! At least if I sit my pretty little ass at my home then I don't have to deal with any of this! I'm alone! No one cares about me! If bandits come- I pay them to leave me the Hell alone! I'm not going to deal with this crap!!"


Without even realising it, she had started crying. She didn't want people to die. She didn't want herself to die, either. She never had anything this huge happen to her in her life, and it just overwhelmed her. What could she do with her tiny dagger? Not kill a dragon!


She sighed, shoving the knife back into its holder and looking down. He...kinda scared her. He was going to win this fight, and she couldn't argue, "...I'm sorry," she said quietly, her eyes down on her feet, "I can't do this. So if you see any dragons...you take care of them. I can't."

 

[Graverobber141]

Vor'Kresh lowered his head, running a hand through his tuft of hair, and pulling down on it once his fingers reached its front. He groaned as he kicked the toe of his boot into the ground, slumping his body over. "Do not cry. I do not mean to frighten you."


He pulled his brows together as he thought. Finally, he looked up at her, stating, "I was not a smith until my mother taught me how to forge a blade, and her mother before her." He straightened his back. "I cannot be the Dragonborn, but I can be a Dragonslayer." He nodded firmly as a grin spread across his lips. "There's not a better fight out there...So many battles to prove my strength...And I can teach you, Little Breton, how to fight. How to be a warrior."


He slammed one fist into the palm of his other hand, nodding firmly with determination. "Aye! I, Vor'Kresh gro-Skarrok, the Ironshield, son of Volgash, swear myself to you. I will be your shield and sword."


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[ValentineIllusion]

Athene jumped as she looked up towards him, her eyes wide. That wasn't what she was expecting. If anything, she expected him to shove a sword in her hand, tell her to deal with it on her own, and go back to tell the guards that it was her destiny to deal with alone. If he had done that, however, they all probably would've died and he most likely would've known that. But...traveling with her? Being her sword and shield? She thought he hated her!


"...really?" she asked, the remnents of a small blush rising to her face, "I...I mean, I'll probably be impossible to teach, but yes, thank you! And, I mean, I'll probably want to just stay in my house as much as possible, but..."


She sighed, crossing her arms, "I...can't stay home anymore, can I? I have to, like...travel places and do...stuff?" she asked, huffing a bit, "I don't know how to do stuff and...talk to...people! I mean...How do I do the whole dragonborn thing?"


Looking away, she thought for a moment, "...what if we went to Solitude and spoke to the High Queen? She ought to know something..."

 

[Graverobber141]

"Don't talk to people," Vor'Kresh grunted. "Just hit them! It's what we orcs do!" He laughed once.


The orc rubbed his beard as he walked up to the Breton, squinting his eyes at her. He walked around her body, eyeing her up and down, determining her strength. He grumbled under his breath, shaking his head. "It's going to be tough...You're tiny, little Breton, but that gives you speed. You can use it to your advantage."


"And lots of traveling. Lots of training. Lots of dragon killing!" The warrior grinned widely and nodded. "Solitude will be a good place to start. We can stop there and get you something to wear that'll...eh..." The orc tilted his head to the side. "Make it harder than a single axe swing to kill you."


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[ValentineIllusion]

Athene cringed a bit as he laughed. She didn't know much about the Orismer culture, but what she had heard sounded quite...brutal. And harsh. And kinda scary. But, if anyone was going to teach her how to fight, it was going to be him.


"Hey, maybe I like being tiny!" she insisted, holding onto the fabric of her skirt tightly in her fist, "And I like wearing gowns. It shows off my figure better than the big, bulky metal and...I don't even know if I can wear something that heavy. Besides, the best thing I can use is magic, and clothes are the best thing for that."


She crossed her arms and started walking in the directions that sorta-kinda looked like it headed towards Solitude, feeling a bit self-conscious as he looked her over, "But, uh...yeah. Thanks. We'll figure something out."

 

[Graverobber141]

"Bah! Magic!" Vor'Kresh scoffed and shook his head, walking beside the Breton. "Magic is for cowards. Strength. It's all about strength! Think an elf wizard could've taken down that dragon? No! You'll see, little Breton. You'll see."


He walked with excitement. He could feel his blood running hot at his thoughts of taking down many enemies in the near future. His new traveling companion was...Well, he had a feeling in his gut that he was going to have to play savior a lot, but it was worth it. And more glory for him! He liked that.


He grinned down at her, placing a hand on the hilt of his sword. And then he noticed something. He blinked as he rubbed his beard. "I don't think I caught your name, little one. Unless if you want me to keep calling you different forms of little." He shrugged his shoulders. "It is easy to remember."


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Athene spun on her heel and pointed at him with a glare, a tiny flickering flame on the tip of her finger that certainly hadn't been there before, "Hey, maybe magic can't burn through a dragon, but it could probably melt all your metal armor!" she argued, putting her hands on her hops as the flame disappeared, "You can't be a coward when you're playing with fire. Unless you want to be burned. You'll see."


She huffed as she turned around and walked next to him again, looking up at him from the corner of her eye, "My name is Athene, and yes, I am a Breton. We're all little. And it makes us quite adorable, thank you."


This was going to be...interesting. A big savage Orc and a little classy Breton, killing dragons and eating their souls. And as much as their bickering irriated her...she encouraged it. She didn't know why. Maybe she just enjoyed it.


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Walking into Solitude, Athene was much more relaxed upon all the other people dressed up all fancy with their swords sheathed, but she was exhausted. She had never walked so much in her life! As they walked in, she found the nearest bench, and flopped down and laid down. She was tired. And in pain. "Gods, that's a lot of walking..." she groaned, her head laying on her arms, "Could you get us rooms at the inn? I need sleep...or wine..."

 

[Graverobber141]

The Ironshield scoffed. "Anyone can


play with fire. Even cowards. You'll be the one to see."


Vor'Kresh seemed unbothered by the long walk, like he could keep on going for a few hours. The warrior had served before in the Legion, and was used to long marches in full plate. He looked disapprovingly down at Athene as she laid on the bench, frowning. "If we are to save Skyrim, we'll be traveling a lot. You're going to have to get used to it, little one." He grunted. "Perhaps we'll see about getting you a horse..."


He scowled down at her, crossing his arms over his chest. "And I am not your servant. I am your protecter. Perhaps you should be following MY orders." He raised a boot to place on the bench, leaning all his weight down to flip it, and sling the Breton onto the ground if she didn't move. "We should go to the palace first, and then we can rest."


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[ValentineIllusion]

Athene groaned again, resting her forehead against the bench. This was hard. The whole "saving the world from dragons" was awfully tiring. Just plain being the dragonborn was exhausting, and he wasn't helping at all.


"Hey, you'd be getting yourself a room, too..." she mumbled, pulling herself up so that she was at least sitting, her eyelids heavy and her eyes half closed still, "I don't follow orders. I pay people do carry out orders for me. And if I don't sleep, I might get too exhausted and die, so how is that protecting me, hm? It was just a simple request, really!"


Nevertheless, she pulled herself onto her feet, stretching and trying to prepare herself for just a little more walking. She honestly had no clue how he could walk the same distance she did, in such heavy armor, and be so perfectly fine! "Alright, alright, you win, we can go to the palace...but if there aren't any rooms left when we get back, I'm blaming you," she said, spinning on her heel and heading towards the palace. At least it was Solitude, and she felt much more comfortable around the other well dressed, rich noblemen who never had to fight a day in their lives. "What do we tell them? 'Oh, sorry to bother you miss queen of everyone, but I'm the dragonborn hauling around a random little Breton for no actual reason and dragons are going to kill us all,'? Because I dont think she's gonna buy that."