Skyrim: Savage & Class

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Vor'Kresh huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "If you fall from exhaustion, I will simply carry you." He reached up a hand to pull off his helmet, placing it under his arm. He shook out his hair and scratched his beard as he walked toward the palace. "And if there are no rooms in the inn, we'll simply camp outside the city. There will be many nights when we do that. We'll be traveling to far corners of Skyrim, far from civilization." He grinned at her as he repeated, "Get use to it."


The more 'sophisticated' folk of Solitude gave the warrior looks as he passed. An orc in full plate always made the dress-men nervous. To them, he was a simple barbarian who could go berserk in a second.


To him, they were tiny dress-men that had a habit of standing in his way. He was used to the looks, and honestly didn't care. What mattered was who could win a fight.


"As for what we say, little Breton," The orc responded, "That's your job. Unless if you think an orc is smarter than you." He raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps...You are a rich noblewoman, and I have been paid to guard you for years. And that's why I'm...hauling you around, which I am not doing. That would look very different. If you don't stop complaining, I might start doing it."


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[ValentineIllusion]

"Hey, I am the victim of an incredibly unfair 'fate' or 'destiny' or whatever it is, that's very likely to get me killed, I can complain all I want!" Athene insisted, crossing her arms as she struggled to keep up with his longengr strides, "Speaking to a Queen isn't about how smart you are, it's about sounding nice without a sword at your back that you can kill people with. They're not going to let you have that there. I'd say you should dress in something nicer, but if we're telling them you're my guard, it would make more sense not to. My personal guard and dragonborn. If I say I'm dragonborn they'll probably laugh and send us on our way."


As she finished, she suddenly stopped, standing firmly in place and not moving, "And actually, yes, I would like you to carry me. Politely, please. Bridal style." A smirk spread across her lips, and she made it quite clear with the look that she gave him that she wouldn't move otherwise. She was spoiled, she knew it. And she wished to continue to be spoiled.

 

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Vor'Kresh rolled his eyes as Athene kept talking. He raised his left hand, forming a fist, and began pounding his head into it as she didn't stop.


Being hard-headed, it didn't hurt that much, but he did groan at the mental pain he was being put through. "We're on a quest to save Skyrim! Not to go drink tea and flolick with elves!" He grumbled under his breath, "I should've let the dragon eat me..."


He kept walking, and soon noticed that the Dragonborn wasn't following him. He scowled as he turned on his heel to face her a few steps back. He was completely unamused. "You can't be serious." His eyebrow twitched as he slammed his palm into his forehead. "I should've let the dragon eat you."


He growled and grumbled as he hooked a chain around his belt through the eyeholes of his helmet, so it would hang at his side and he wouldn't have to carry it. He dusted his hands off before walking in front of the Breton, looming over her. "Bridal style, hrmph?" He would grab her by the legs, lifting her up to fling over his shoulder and start hauling her off to the palace. "This is how orcs drag their wives home after a mating hunt."


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[ValentineIllusion]

Before he picked her up, Athene's smirk grew, clearly satisfied with how she was irritating him. She gave him an...odd look as he pounded his own fist against his head, but if he wanted to give himself a headache, that was his problem. "Hey, if you had let that dragon eat me, I wouldn't be very good at carrying out my duties as dragonborn, now would I?" she asked him, knowing she was very likely to strike a nerve at some point, "I'm not that bad. I'm simply explaining to you what should happen when we-"


She was cut off as he flung her over his shoulder, shrieking as he did, "Hey hey hey- I'm not an Orc!!" she insisted, as if that wasn't obvious already, "I'm a Breton! So Breton bridal style! Politely! And nice! And romantic and- oh, whatever..."


She huffed, but at least she didn't have to walk herself anymore. She looked around as the people stared, some of them whispering with concern, other's letting little giggles escape their lips. It was kind of hilarious, seeing a big, tall warrior haul around a tiny, little noblewoman. I really don't like being so far off the ground... she thought, but kept it to herself. Let them stare- they had to walk their own poor selves about.


One man, however, came running towards them, as fast as he possibly could. Faster, actually, considering he was a Bosmer, but you could hardly tell under the torn hat and the dirt on his face. "You! Youuu!" he called out to them, waving his hands frantically, a look of desperation on his face, "You have to help me! My master has abandoned me! Abandoned! Me! Surely you'll help a poor madman with his master!?"

 

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"That much is obvious," Vor'Kresh growled. "An orc woman doesn't talk when it's not needed. I'm starting to think you do it just to hear the sound of your own voice!"


The orc kept walking, glaring at the watching noble dress-men. He even made an occasional snarl at them and glare, a clear threat to stay out of his way. He wasn't in the mood to be hauled off to jail, but he was in the mood to punch something. Of course, he was just about always in that mood, but if one of them bothered him, he was going to do it, and then end up charged with assault.


...And then a man ran in front of him, ranting. His eyebrow twitched as he glowered down at the tiny man. The fingers on the hand that he wasn't using to keep Athene on his shoulder curled into a fist. After a moment, he gripped the handle of his longsword. "What do you want? I don't have the patience to deal with a raving lunatic."


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[ValentineIllusion]

"Orc this, Orc that, Orc blah blah blah! You don't see me going off about how Breton men at least have the decency to keep their teeth in their mouths!" she snapped, crossing her arms as she rested her forehead against his back. It was hard to look angry when she was being carried like she was.


But when the madman came running up to them, her expression actually softened a bit. She would never admit she liked madmen more than warriors, but it was true. To Hell with the dragons- if this man needed to help, she wanted to help him! It was a bit of a sudden bit of actually caring coming from her as she listened closely to what he said.


"My master has abandoned me! Abandoned his people," he pleaded, knees bent, like he was ready to fall on his knees and beg at any second, "And nothing I say can change his mind. Now he refuses to even see me. He says I interrupt his vacation! It's been so many years...Won't you please help?"


"Yes." Athene quickly promised, kicking Vor'Kresh if he even dared to argue, "That can't be anything too difficult. Just get a madman's master to come back from...uh...vacation. Yeah, easy!"

 

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"I'm not impressed by Breton men. I once used my teeth to rip out one's throat in combat, and then his skull easily smashed apart against the ground." Vor'Kresh grunted and shook his head. "Weaklings. Bah!"


The orc's eyes fell back down onto the mad man, and he pulled his lips back into a snarl. "Fuck of-" The orc was kicked and he growled, glaring back at Athene. "Fine. You handle this." He would drop her unceremoniously onto the ground in front of the rabbling lunatic, crossing his arms over his chest as he took a step back.


He raised an eyebrow as he watched the two. "Go on. Use your superior manners, magical skills, and intelligence to solve this problem." He was clearly mocking her, and scoffed. "If something needs stabbing, breaking, or hitting, I'll be right behind you."


The warrior clearly didn't think much of the madman. Perhaps it was because he was an elf, or perhaps it was because he wouldn't shut up. Perhaps it was a little of both. But the orc never stopped glowering at him, lips pulled back in a threatening snarl with his teeth bared. Almost daring the poor guy to piss him off. He kept his hand on the hilt of his sword, in case if he needed it.


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[ValentineIllusion]

Athene huffed, crossing her arms as well as she turned back to him, "Not all problems are solved by bashing someone's skull in, I promise you," she insisted, her nose stuck up in the air a bit, being a little snobby, but also having to crane her neck quite a bit to be able to look him in the eye, "So many problems can be solved simply by speaking in a polite and civil-"


"Take the bone!!" the man suddenly announced, pulling a literal hip bone from his bag and shoving it into her arms, not caring too much about having cut her off mid sentence, "My master is in the Pelagius wing of the blue palace and you need this hip bone to get inside! To get to where he is, in Pelagius! If you do not help, our homeland will fall apart and the flickering flame will die!"


"Alright, alright, sir," Athene stammered, a bit nervously considering how crazy this man was, "We'll get your master back, alright? There's no need to worry."


The madman nodded, grinning before giving his thanks and running off.


Holding the bone, a bit awkwardly, Athene turned back to Vor'Kresh, "...well, I am going to take this hip bone and get to the bottom of this. And it's in the blue palace, too, so we can take care of our business with the jarl."

 

[Graverobber141]

Vor'Kresh kept on glaring and snarling until the madmen skeddadled off. It was only then did he finally relax a bit, glancing down at the bone that Athene had been given. He raised an eyebrow at her response. He had expected more shrieking. Perhaps she wasn't as hopeless as he had thought, if she could stand to hold a bone without screaming. He cleared his throat. He had to make sure.


"You do know that that came from a living being?" He squinted his eyes, looming over the Breton's back to get a better look. He scratched his beard. "It looks human as well...For fuck's sake."


The orc sighed as he shook his head, unchaining his helmet from his belt. He slammed the iron against his forehead before shoving it on. His hands reached up to make sure his shield could be pulled off his back easily, and that his sword could be drawn quickly. "This is going to end badly, little Breton. There's probably a lunatic waiting to dismember your body. Never trust an elf that hands you a hip bone."


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[ValentineIllusion]

Athene huffed again, spinning on her heel and heading off towards the castle with him in tow. "Of course I know it came from a human being," she said, very matter-of-factly, "But what harm could it do to me now? Could the owner come running up to me demanding his bone back with a sword in his hand? I don't think so," smirking a bit, she leaned over and held the bone up towards him, "Unless you're scared of it~"


She giggled a bit, holding it with one hand and letting it swing by her side as the neared the palace, "It's also unwise to trust an elf that is constantly going off about killing people and bashing their skulls in, but I'm doing that, aren't I?"


Before they walked inside, as the guards gave him and his big sharp swords a dirty look, Athene stopped and held him back, holding onto his arm, "Really, Vor'Kresh, we can't walk in there armed to the tooth," she insisted, sighing, "Please. We'll be fine, I swear."

 

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"From the way you've been talking, I've expected you to be afraid of it." Vor'Kresh grunted as he shook his head. "And if an elf said that, I wouldn't listen to him, because he's obviously lying."


He huffed as they arrived at the palace, grumbling the whole way. He glared back at the guards, baring his teeth in a challenge. He just was daring them to try and take his weapons from him. Then Athene grabbed his arm, and he cut his eye down at her. He looked back up at the guard. "I had an uncle once who disarmed at a palace...It didn't end well."


He sighed before pulling his sword's sheath from his side, shoving it into a guard's hands. He removed his shield next, piling it on top of the sword. Lastly, he pulled a knife from his side, adding it into the guard's arms. "That all better be here when I get back. And in the same damn condition. Or I'm eating Nord for supper."


The guard seemed to shrink at the threat.


The warrior took off his helmet, placing it back around his belt as he looked back down at the Dragonborn. "Good enough? If you ask my to take off all my armor, you're going to have to buy me dinner first."


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[ValentineIllusion]

Athene huffed, her mood being one that did not have time to joke, as she took his hand- that dwarfed hers, really- and pulled him inside, "You're my guard, you should at least be guarded. And as far as they're concerned, you're the dragonborn, so you need to look the part."


Inside the palace, Athene felt even more relaxed among the even richer people. Rich people that knew they were rich and weren't afraid to flaunt it. She couldn't quite say she felt like she fit in, though, considering she was accompanied by a barbarian who snarled at everyone he saw and she held a bone in her hand. If someone had told her last week that she'd be in this position, she would've laughed at them. But there she was.


"You explain it to her, " She whispered, as they made their way up the stairs, "You're the big, macho, dragonborn warrior, she'll want to hear it from you. I'll watch and make sure you don't screw up."

 

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Vor'Kresh thought about not budging when Athene grabbed his hand, but decided it would be best to just go along with it. His eyes glared at the other dress-men inside the palace. These type of people he never really cared about. He never understood the fascination with all this...fluff, he couldn't think of any other word to describe it. Just useless.


He cleared his throat as he bellowed out, "Queen of Skyrim, I have news concerning the dragon attack on Whiterun. I was there."


He was beckoned forward by the Jarl herself, who asked, "What is your news, traveler?"


"I killed the beast," the orc proclaimed proudly. "And...uh...ate its soul. It appears I have am the Dragonborn of legend."


The dress-men began mumbling amongst themselves. The queen raised a hand to quiet them before addressing Vor'Kresh once more. "And what is it you seek, then?"


The warrior scratched the back of his neck, clearing his throat. "Guidance, I guess...I know nothing about the power I have been given. I was hoping you would."


"The Greybeards would know," the Queen replied. "That's where you should go. They reside in the monastery on top of High Hrothgar. You'll need to climb the 7,000 steps."


"Great," Vor'Kresh grumbled under his breath, shooting a look at Athene. "That's gonna be fun."


"Pardon me, orc? I didn't hear you."


"Nothing! Thanks. And all that..." The orc simply walked off, obviously having no knowledge of proper court etiquette.


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[ValentineIllusion]

Athene absolutely cringed as Vor'kresh shouted out so loud, covering her ears and looking up in hopes that the Jarl wasn't absolutely appalled by his outburst. She saw all the hope she had in him to speak calmly to her disappear. At least he was going with the original story, and once the Jarl was listening, she was really helping them. How they were going to convince these Greybeards that Vor'kresh was the dragonborn and not her...she wasn't quite sure yet.


She sighed as he stormed away, figuring she would have to be polite for the both of them, "Thank you, Jarl Elisif. You've been a great help," she thanked, dipping down into a bow and hoping they weren't all staring at the bone in her hand. They weren't, really- the were just staring at her entirely, and how odd she was.


She hurried after Vor'kresh, holding onto his arm again so she wouldn't be left behind, "We still need to find the forbidden wing..." she mentioned, looking around, "I...think its that door over there, the one with the spider webs and everything on it..."


Walking over, she tried the handle, "But, of course, it's locked."

 

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To be honest, Vor'Kresh had been hoping he could march out of the palace without dealing with a strange hipbone, but it seemed as if Athene wouldn't forget about it. Probably hard to do with it in her hand. He followed as she went to the door that she thought their destination was behind, letting out an agitated sigh. He watched as she tried the handle, crossing his arms over his chest. He couldn't help but snicker.


"Little Breton..." The orc's lips twisted around his lips in a smirk. He would gently shove Athene to the side, holding out a hand in a clear gesture for her to stand back. "Do you know why orcs don't carry lock picks?"


He turned to face the door without waiting for an answer. He stepped back, charging at the door to slam his whole, armored-to-the-teeth body into it. The wood couldn't hold up against him, and gave way to the orc's force. He dug his feet into the ground, bringing himself to a halt as he laughed. "Because we don't need them!"


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[ValentineIllusion]

Athene froze. She stood in absolute horror as he charged at the door, barely left swinging on its hinges. Oh, how she wanted to scream, but then the guards would come running and spot the crazed Orc trying to break down their doors and the Breton who was too terrified to stop him. After the initial shock, she fled inside, spinning on her heel and closing the door behind her- but it wouldn't even stay shut. Frantically, she snatched up a bucket, holding the door in place.


"Vor'Kresh!!" she snapped at him in a hushed whisper, wanting to yell at him, but not wanting to draw any attention to their trespassing, "Oh Gods- why did you do that!? If they saw you- they would put you in jail faster than you could bash their head in! You don't even have a weapon! Oh Gods, oh Gods, what the Oblivion..."


She sighed, rubbing her temples, trying to calm down, "Alright...we just need to keep going. We need to find his master, whoever he is, and get this sorted out..."

 

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Vor'Kresh had crossed his arms over his chest, basking in his own 'triumph' with a big, shit-eating grin. It was like he had single-handedly defeated a horde of trolls riding dragonback. He didn't even care that he had just technically destroyed the Jarl of Solitude's property, nevertheless the fact that he was now trespassing in her propriety. He was just happy that he got to break something.


When she scolded him, he lowered his brows, looking down at her as his grin faded into a frown. "What?" He repeated her question, huffing. "You wanted the door open, so I opened it. You should be thanking me. And I don't need weapons to fight simple guards. I'm an orc! My fists are as good weapons as their swords!"


He grumbled under his breath, something about ungrateful dress-men elf-humpers, before flaring his nose. He held out a arm, pointing out the room and looking at Athene expectantly. "Well? This is your quest, remember? Take your damn hipbone and find the madman's master! I can't wait to see this lunatic..."

 

[ValentineIllusion]

"I wanted the door open, not broken!!" she insisted, still trying to keep her voice down to a hushed, angry whisper, "Vor'Kresh- these people have manners! And money! And guards swarming around them that can throw you and I both into jail without even thinking about it! So please, please try to behave for just a little while longer!"


As she finished her plea, she sighed. This seemed hopeless if he wasn't going to listen. For a second, she wondered if they'd really be able to pull this off- making people think he was dragonborn while she actually saved the world- without killing each other, first. Athene was pretty damn certain that she'd be able to find any other mercenary to do the job just as well as him, with the added benefit of proper etiquette and at least a little care for politeness. As well as there being plenty of ways they could make Vor'Kresh keep his mouth shut about who the real dragonborn was. Honestly, she could probably head to the nearest tavern now and find such a person! And she wouldn't have to argue so much.


She shook her head, as if she was answering her own mental question. She wouldn't do that...yet. Not when she was stuck in here with him, "You're my 'Sword and shield,' aren't you? Aren't you gonna help me?"

 

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The lumbering orc huffed again, crossing his arms behind his back as he looked down at his feet. He kicked his foot against the floor, unchaining his iron helmet from his belt, and shoving it onto his head, so that at least part of his face was hidden. The big oaf had been shamed, or at least something close to it, and didn't want it to show it. Growing up in an orcish holding, he hadn't spent much time around these sort of people. And violence was a daily thing there.


"A shield protects," Vor'Kresh replied. "And a sword cuts down enemies. I don't know anything about magic, and I'm guessing we're about to deal with it. I will guard you, and attack your foes, though on this, I can't offer guidance."


He moved his arms to cross them again over his chest. He grunted, shaking his head. "And from now on, I will be your silent shield." He scratched his beard as he walked down the hallway, keeping his eyes peeled.


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[ValentineIllusion]

Letting a sigh slip past her lips, Athene walked next to him down the halls, an eerie fog hanging around their feet. Well, of course, fog was always eerie...but when it was inside, and in suck abundance, it was starting to become frightening. The further they went, the more there was.


Trying to get her mind off of it, she addressed Vor'Kresh as they walked, "Don't just be silent. You can't be silent. You just need to be a little less...threatening. And maybe bow and address them by their titles and just...be polite, you know?" she explained, hoping that he would hear her out and at least try some of it, "They're going to want to talk to you more, anyways. I'm pretty sure they want the dragonborn to be a big, rough warrior like you are, not...me..."


She held her arms close to herself, looking down at the fog that had now covered her feet. She had some concept of magic, but not enough to do anything with, and she had no clue what they were walking into.


But they walked right into it anyways.


The hall was just gone, but Athene hadn't even noticed at first as they walked through more fog. But, now, they were in a forest, with a bluish-purple hue instead of a green one, and it most certainly was outside. The strangest thing was their outfits- Athene looked like her normal self in just another formal gown, but whatever just happened didn't spare his armor. It all changed, to something more like the jarls would wear. It almost looked funny on him, but she hadn't even noticed yet.

 

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Vor'Kresh snorted and shook his head, gritting his teeth to prevent himself from speaking. He was focused on the mist at his feet, which just made him more frustrated. It meant magic, and if it wasn't obvious, he hated magic. It made him uneasy. He could face down a dragon, troll, giant, but this was his Achilles's heel. His weakness. More than magic, he hated his own weakness.


Finally, he couldn't hold it in any longer. "Why? Because they happened to be born into a fancy, dress-wearing lifestyle, without knowing sweat and blood, and never having to work for their survival?Bah!" He huffed again, clenching his fists as he glared down at the mist, like it could make it go away. "Breeds weakness. My father killed his father in single combat for the right to be chief." Another snort.


And then the world around him began to change. The warrior twirled around, glaring as reality itself seemed to rip itself apart around him. "I told you this was a bad idea!" He tried to face something he could hit, anything he could hit besides Athene, and ended up tripping over himself, landing flat on his ass. And that hurt more than usual, and as he stood again, he felt...almost naked. He wasn't carrying around the weight he was used to having cover his body.


He looked down to see that...his armor was gone, replaced with a...a damn dress! He grabbed the fabric, and anger flooded his face. His lips twitched as he snarled, "Someone is getting their head smashed in for this. Let's find that someone."


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[ValentineIllusion]

Scoffing, with her own anger boiling inside of her, Athene's head shot up to snap right back at him, "You act like royals and nobles never work a day in their lives and that's not true! It's different work, but it's work! It's work that doesn't include having to kill our own families-! Wait..."


She finally noticed that they were somewhere else as Vor'Kresh looking around at their surroundings. It was completely different. Had they walked through a door or something? And they were now outside? Maybe if there was an open door, that was why the fog was coming in. Athene was trying to come up with a completely logical reason for all of this. However, even if they did walk through some sort of door, this didn't look like any part of Solitude she knew. On top of that, Solitude had actually been quite sunny when they were there. And Vor'Kresh couldn't have changed his entire appearance so fast, as well as there being no way he would ever be caught dead in...well, that.


Athene opened her mouth to say something, but someone else, a few feet away from them at this big fancy table, spoke up first, "Oh, well I'm the only one around that could be! Pelagius is so mad he'd probably enjoy it. Except that I'm mad too! And a God, so that would likely be a very blasphemous idea. And you don't have any weapons. Anyhow! Join me and dear Pelagius for a cup of tea, will you?"

 

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Vor'Kresh's eyes fell down upon the madman who had just spoke-no, Mad God-and immediately filled with suspicion. His voice dropped down to a whisper, or as close to a whisper that he could manage, as he leaned over to Athene, telling her, "Be careful with this one, Little Breton. I had an uncle who dealt with Sheogorath before...He ended up with no hands."


The warrior pulled out a chair at the table before settling down in it, leaning forward with his arms upon the top. He kept on looking around at this...strange place, fulling expecting something to come out of the dark and try to eat them both. He stared down into a cup, refusing to take even a sip. He was certain it was filled with poison.


"Prince of Madness," the orc addressed their 'host'. "I assume you want something from us before you let us go back to our realm. What is it?"


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[ValentineIllusion]

"I know. I've heard of Sheogorath before..." she said, her voice at its full polite volume as she sat herself as well, offering the Mad God a short bow of the head. This was no doubt some sort of realm of his, or at least a plane of existence that he had control over and they were his puppets in- there was no way he wouldn't be able to hear them, no matter how loudly they spoke. Athene tried to stay calm with a calm expression, but it was hard, considering they were trapped there, defenseless. Sure, Vor'Kresh had his strength, but she doubted that would get them very far in the direction away from their imminent death.


"Oh, don't rush! We're having a nice dinner party! And you're not excused yet. Now eat your vegetables and your cheese and your sweetrolls!" Sheogorath announced loudly, gesturing to the long table full of surprisingly mundane foods. One other man was at the table, seated next to Sheogorath, eating away, but he seemed lifeless. Like he was human, but not anymore.


"Come now, let's make small talk. Get to know each other!" Sheogorath insisted, turning to Athene and looking down to her hands. They were plain, nothing special about them, really, with only one silver ring on her right hand adorned with a wolf. It didn't even have any gems on it. But, he seemed to notice it, "I see you met one of my acquaintances, hm? Please, don't meddle with his magic he-"


"I haven't," she responded quickly, covering it with her other hand, "I...can't do that, uh..."


She looked up towards Vor'Kresh, a look of panic on her face, "W-What do we do??"

 

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Vor'Kresh's attention was drawn to Athene's hand by the Mad God, and he looked over the ring. It didn't seem that special...Shaking his head, the orc scratched his beard before looking back down at the table. He grumbled in response, "We do what the man who holds our lives in his hands says." Immediately, he picked up a sweet roll and sniffed it. His nose twitched before he took a bite. Huh...It wasn't that bad. A second later, it was completely gone.


The warrior only knew stories of The Mad God and other daedra. Malacath was the lord he knew well, like all orcs. All strongholds revered him as their God. Their code, even, came from him. A little bit of Hiricine from his time with the Companions. But this? Ugh...Magic. And that meant, of course, he hated it. And he couldn't even punch Sheogorath in the face.


"Small talk? Uh..." The orc looked up at the two men opposite from him and cleared his throat. "The weather out here seems...Well...particularly maddening?" He raised an eyebrow.


Obviously he wasn't good at this. "And it's a very...nice...dress-men like realm you have here." He nodded firmly, acting like he knew what he was talking about. Honestly, he just wished the prince would get to the point. "Oh, I'm Vor'Kresh. This is Athene. I believe we're suppose to free you from this...place. Thing."


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