Ebony and Snow Chapter 1 Part 1

• Posted by Polynike January 29, 2013 - 546 views

  She slowly released her breath, released the grip on the longbow in her hands and felt the rush of air as the arrow sped towards the large wolf. The creature was already panting heavily, the left side of its snout a bloody mess thanks to Zora's two handed sword. The wooden shaft travelled true, its iron point piercing sinew and bone to impale itself in the beast's heart. It gave one last beat then gave out. The wolf collapsed in a heap, twitched one last time and settled into a puddle of its lifeblood that grew beneath it.

  'Great shot Deana,' chirped Vilja. Her perfect countenance marred by three deep claw marks across her left cheek.

  'Bah. Get in close next time,' barked Zora. 'Get your hands dirty elf!' A blue shimmering was testament to a protective spell she had cast on herself wearing off as she kneeled down by the wolf's corpse and drew her hunting knife ready to skin the beast.

  'Big un aint it,' said Deanthala. 'Hunters Guild in Whiterun wasn't lying.' Indeed it was not and it was on a commission for that guild that Deanthala and her companions had been scouring the hills above Riverwood for the better part of the morning. A bounty had been posted in the Guild in The Drunken Huntsman in response to the people of Riverwood's plea to rid the area of a large wolf preying on livestock. They had been able to corner the beast against the mountain side high above the village and would now be returning victorious.

  Drinks in The Sleeping Giant were courtesy of Orgnar, having had lost his horse to the wolf. The beast's pelt was displayed for all to see and an very inebriated Vilja fell off the bar while dancing 'like they do in Solsthiem!

  (OT She actually does this when plied with drink).

  Deana sat in a corner and updated her Journal. Not knowing much of her Past she had promised herself a record of her Present, a way of not losing herself. She her noted some other bounties the Hunter's Guild had posted. Her need to feel part of something made her want to support the Guild and if that meant these menial tasks then so be it.

  

  It seemed a little mud crab clearing would be in order in a shrine dedicated to Zenithar in the tundra to the West of Whiterun. Vilja's drunken singing took her attention away from her journal and she could not help but join in with the raucous clapping that accompanied the Nord woman's songs.

  OT I am using the Hunting Skyrim mod to get the Hunter's Guild.