*Note this is all a draft I realize their will be many errors in spelling and grammer, comments welcome*
Vormund the Hammer - Tales of a Vampire Slayer
Skyrim Journal
Rules
One life only no reloads. When Vormund dies his adventure is over forever and Vampires will reign forever.
Must sleep, eat, and drink like any NPC
Must ignore quests dealing with the whole Dragon Born business and this rebellion. Instead he is fueled by a burning desire to see Vampires, Demons, Evil Spirits, and all such things dead... more permeantly if the case requires.
Vormund is an ex-city guard with skills like one. Including all warrior related skills. No magical abilities.
Cannot fast travel. Must travel at a realistic human pace not as an Olympian marathon runner.
Will start in the town Riverwood with iron sword and axe, hide shield, longbow, arrows, imperial boots, belted tunic, some random food and drinks, about 300 gold left over from selling the family shop.
Prologue
Vormund was like any guardsman from Bruma. Tall, strong, and handsome dressed in uniform. Marching around town all day keeping drunken brawls to a minimum (only joining in occasionaly as the situation dictated). The occasional scuffle with bandits. Mostly however just the tedious day to day stuff. Yup Vormund son of Olfand was an average Nord guardsman.
Well until the night his parents were killed by Vampires. Thats when Vormund decided he was going to see every Vampire die a gruesome death. The very next day he left the Bruma Guard and sold his parents forge. Gathering the few possesions he owned in a small bundle he set out after his parents killers. Following their trail eventually leads Vormund the Hammer into his ancestoral lands of Skyrim...
Day #1
Vormund arrives at Riverwood a small community nestled in the valley of two mountain ranges. I pass under the eaves of a bridge into the village just as the sun is touching the tall peaks. I am apprehensive about the lack of guards. Especially when the only person to be out is an old lady on her porch staring into space muttering about seeing a Dragon.
Nervously I walk down the road a hand resting upon the axe at my belt. Ready for an ambush. Eyes scanning the empty streets and the houses to either side of me. Suddenly as if appearing from nowhere a middle aged woman leaps in front of me, "There is work at the mill if your looking for it."
With that she disapears back to wherever she had come from. I attempt to settle my beating heart. That was a close one. She was probably posessed by a Demon. It was the only explanation.
Eventually Vormund reaches the end of the row of buildings and stands in front of an Inn with a sign proclaiming it to be "The Sleeping Giant Inn." Each step up the small wooden front steps sounds like a defeaning crash of thunder in my ears. My axe slides from its leather strap. I make sure my hide shield is tightly strapped on.
This must be where the demons congregate. A cold wind suddenly raises the hair on my arms. I am Vormund the Hammer! Fear no evil!
Then with a loud shout Vormund dashes through the door axe raised to strike down the first Demon. . . I find a very normal Inn with Nord men drinking and swaying to the sound of a Bard playing in the corner.
They pay me no mind. As if I was a regular coming in to share in their merry making. Not a frightened Nord ready to commence to chopping Demon heads off.
Realizing my mistake I sheepishly return my axe to its place on my belt and walk to a man at the bar. He offers me a room for 10 gold which I take. I am looking forward to sleeping on a mattress of furs. However before I do that....
I have a couple of alto wines in my inventory. I meander to the small group and drink a bottle. Or maybe five or six. I forget now the exact number, which is not so important. Needless to say I commenced with merry making. The bard sings songs I was unfamiliar with like Ragnar the Red.
Its not too long before the alcohol and dancing has me sitting down starring at the fire contemplatively. I have always been a sad drunk. And I now found myself telling my entire life story to some man named Embry who was happy to listen so long as I bought him a drink every now and then.
I told him of the awful death of my parents. How the Vampires found fiendish joy in killing my mother while my father watched before killing him. How I had vowed vengeances upon all undead and had traversed from Bruma to Skyrim in search of Vampires and Demons.
Then I told him of my brave deeds thus far. Which included outrunning a bear. Trying to outrun a wolf, failing, then braining it with my axe before it could sink its teeth into my thigh.
My story ended with my pitiful comment that I actually have always been deathly afraid of Vampires and Demons of any sort. He walked away as I started to cry a little. I mean seriously how was I Vormund the Hammer Guard of Bruma vampirephobic supposed to kill Vampires for a living.
Sometime during this self pitying I must have collapsed into a mini coma brought on by the copious amounts of alcohol I had consumed because I remember no more of my first day in Skyrim.
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