The Legend of Hellion: I The Winterhold Journey

• Posted by Hellion Frostfire March 10, 2013 - 511 views
  It was night. The snow was still falling in Dawnstar, giving the breeze a cold icey touch. Hellion Frostfire didn't mind it though. He walked straight to the inn and went in. He was greeted cheerily by the owner. Hellion said nothing. He just nodded his head, paid the ten gold for the room, ordered a drink, and went to sleep in a cozy bed. He still had half a days travel to Winterhold in the morning, and his contact would only be there for a few more days. He awoke the next morning feeling stronger from a good nights rest. He went into the main hall for a good meal. When he finished, he left and was back on the trail to Winterhold. He needed to see an orc known simply as Gortag. He was said to have valuable information on the strange attack on Whiterun. A small force of demons, dremora as they are called, attacked but left no damage. they clashed swords but left no injuries. they didn't even suffer a scratch. Hellion knew that even the slightest glance at his fathers sword, Eclipse, would turn a dremora into ash. But they all left unscathed. The sword was forged in the Skyforge with the finest metal, and hollowed out for a elongated sun crystal, given to his father, Cassius Frostfire, by Talos himself. As he continued down the path, Hellion saw a group of five men in black robes. each with an elven sword at their waist. He saw their red glowing eyes through the shadows covering their faces from their hoods. He did not atop till the first one halted him. " Traveler," he said, " Can you point us to Dawnstar? We are headed to Morthal and need a place to stay for the night." Hellion was surprised by this. Normally a vampire would recognize him and attack. " Dawnstar is about a two hour walk down this path. There's a Dawngaurd outpost about a mile off to the east from the village, so stay one night, and leave going to the west. Take the path to the west ad there's a shortcut about a mile down that takes you back to the main path to Morthal." The man thanked him for the directions, and warning, and him and the other four continued the trek. Hellion kept walking, finding the confrontation no longer strange. As he walked down the path, he discovered a crate in a small patch of dirt. He approached with caution, hand to the handle of Eclipse, ready for anything. When he found nothing abnormal around, he opened the crate. Inside were some stone slabs. Neat stacks, each slab at least a foot long. they all had carvings on them, some strange language he had never seen before. On the inner side, he found a letter. He grabbed it up, admiring the wax seal keeping it closed. He opened it and read the neatly printed writing. These were supposed to be shipped to the Thalmor Embassy. He looked around for a wagon, but could not find one. He saw the tracks lead through the feild ahead and into a small mountain pass beyond a fort. He did not want to get in any legal trouble by the Thalmor, but he wanted to show the college these stones. He took some paper out and a stick of charcoal and collected a few scratch sketching's . He took one slab and placed it in his satchel. Heavier than anticipated, but he could carry it. He continued on, leaving the crate closed and the letter back on the inner side. He saw no reason to fret over Thalmor property, but the sender of the crates is what he was curious about. It was on its way from the city of Windhelm. It was from a person named Frederis Gold-Hand. He recognized the name but had no face to put it with. So he continued on. It was noon when he reached Winterhold. He had been here years before, on account of business for his father. He had been sent to deliver a letter, and returned to find his family at a political battle with the jarl of Falkreath, over whether or not he should continue his reign after a poor strategy he used in a recent battle against a small force of vampires. They lost 25 of their men and 30 of his. The vampires were slain, but the jarls plan had failed. He sent their men to attack from the rear, but did not see that they would have the better strategic advantage if the redgaurds posted atop the valley walls with bows. The battle was a victory, but both nords and redgaurds lost a little less then a quarter of their soldiers. The gatekeeper of the college, a argonian named Saylia, was standing at the bridge archway when Hellion walked up. She said " Halt! You cannot pass without permission or special invitation from the master wizard, Ivan Isarius." Hellion stopped in front of her, and sighed. " Madam, for the sake of you not flying off the bridge, you'd best let me pass. I need to see Gortag, he is expecting me." Saylia looked discouraged, and a bit frightened. She was obviously young, maybe less then two decades. Eighteen to be exact. She was easy to manipulate with words. He saw her lip quiver a bit, she was obviously new to gatekeeping. He sighed, and looked at her with a thoughtful expression, " My dear girl, would you be so kind as to let me enter? I'm on strict orders from Jarl Galdor of Whiterun. I apologize for threatening you so harshly, i have been traveling for days by foot from Falkreath and am in no good of a mood." Saylia stopped her low sobbing, and looked at him with a small smile. " Thank you sir. You may enter." As she stepped sideways, and Hellion walked by, her tail lifted up. Hellion noticed as he walked down the bridge, and took a glance back. Pleased with the results he gave a deep laugh when she turned back to smile at him. He continued to the gate, which opened at his approach. Gortag was waiting in the courtyard, admiring the statue placed in the center. Hellion walked up to him and immediately jumped to the point. " I need the information Gortag. Now." He handed him the pouch of gold. Three-hundred total. Gortag, pleased with the coin, gave him a book, and a letter. " The book is on the daedric lord Mehrunes Dagon. The letter is from Erivick Stallius, a mage from Solstheim. I contacted him because he is of more knowledge about the daedra than i am. I do have to ask for an extra payment of seventy-five gold however, getting that book from the librarian was near impossible." Hellion payed him, thanked him for the service an went into the college to see about the stone slab and the sketches. He sat at a table in the library and began reading the book. Mehrunes Dagon: Daedric Prince was its title.