I see Bagrak coming towards us, and I look off over her head, who am I, and why is this happening, I feel distrust, and I am confused. “Nin, Ordul says you have news of the rumors.” Chief Mauhulakh, nodded indicating I was excused. “Bagrak, you are a site for sore eyes! I have much to tell you were can we go?” Bagrak moves towards her hut. “Care for some ale?” “No, in fact I think I need all my wits in order.” She pours me a cup of water and some ale for herself; I began to tell her the last few days. I see the emotions cross over her face. I know she feels the loss of Codell & Minnia as gravely as I do. “Here look at this”, handing Sigrid’s journal over, Bagark reads a few pages.
(***this is a picture Zimbu made for me of my character Nin – isn't it cool!!!***)
“Nin, let’s go get some food, I will speak with Chief Mauhulakh, we must prepare and get you to Greir, now that is a name I have not heard in a long time.” I give a double take, even Bagrak knows, she hands me the journal back. We go to the fire pit, grab a helping of Kharzu’s wonderful beef stew with warmed bread. I chow down like I haven’t eaten in days, in fact I can’t remember last when I had a real solid meal. The chief must have told the stronghold for they were coming to me expressing how they feel and shared my sorrow. It made me feel good to be surrounded by those who care. We ate till we had our fill, and then prepared for our journey; we are headed to Dragon’s Bridge, and it is a far journey. Once we were done packing up, I decided to go see Malkus; he gives me his biggest bear hug, lifting me right off the ground. “Nin, you listen, Bagrak will watch over you, no one will hurt you or even get close.” As he says that my stomach drops, the archer, should I tell Bagrak? “Be alert; keep your eyes & ears open. Remember, you are not alone, we are your family, and you always have us.” With that he ruffled my hair just like when I was little and walks away. I head back towards Bagrak’s hut and I have this feeling of being watched. I know I was hit with an arrow, I know someone or thing is following me, I haven’t told Bagrak or the Chief, I probably should but if this archer is out there they must want me alive or I would not be here at Narzulbur, I shudder what a scary thought. I know I should be wary; they or it or whatever out-there wants something from me.
(***Zimbu made this one too for me – thank you****)
It’s hard to see over the walls of an Orc Stronghold, in fact damn near impossible. What he can see is enough to tell him she is staying the night, and two horses are being prepared, and he doesn't think the second one is to carry supplies; one of the Orcs will be accompanying her. His own supplies are growing low, he is going to have to do a small game hunt, and with that his stomach reminds him it has been too long since he had a meal.
(found this on Google, cool picture)
The night is cold and fresh snow is beginning to fall, I have an uneasy feeling, Bagrak knows more then she is letting on, I’ll have to get some of that spiced wine Poppa would bring home, that always loosens her tongue. Back in Bagrak’s hut I stretch out my tall frame, the fire is low, but still warms the hut nicely. Bagrak is already snoring; I know if I tease her tomorrow she will get all huffy with me! I am tired but can’t sleep too many thoughts running through my head. I just gaze at the fire. “Nin”… “Nin”… I hear Poppa calling me; I am running but cannot catch up… I see his face he is in pain; I must get to him… I cry out “Poppa, I’m coming” He starts to fade. “WAIT, POPPAAAAA”…. “Nin, Nin, wake up Nin, it is a dream.” I come to a start, wide awake, Bagrak standing over me concern in her eyes. “Nin, it was only a dream.” “Bagrak!” I feel clammy, and thirsty. Getting up I walk to the jug of water for a drink the cool air touching my skin gives me a chill, it felt so real. “What time is it Bagrak?” “It is still early we have a few more hours of rest, lie back down at least.” I am exhausted, but anxious as well. I lie back down as my friend suggested. Sleep evades me, why all these secrets, my whole world is changing and way too fast. As I lie there I hear the faint cooing of a bird, morning will be here soon.
The snow that fell was light just a dusting really. It looks beautiful with the night sky fading in the morning sun, everything sparkles. Kharzu makes us a hardy breakfast, she is a good cook! With that we Mount our horses and are off for Dragon’s Bridge.
It was cold last night, the snow makes Aranni stiff. He has been up for a few hours anticipating they would make an early start. He needs to keep up with her. He is sure she is headed to Greir, but will she know how to get there, does she know where to go? He shakes his head is nothing ever easy! He watches as they set off. She is with a female Orc; it has to be Bagrak, the one in her journal. That Orc armor is tough, his arrows would not pierce it, and so he could not use his little trick of the sleep potion on them. He has to make sure those plans make it to General Tullius that the General is made aware of Ingoknin, and the power she holds. Ready or not Skyrim was about to really embark on a war, they were close to capturing Ulfric Stormcloak and that would put an end to his nonsense. If he just would have listened or responded to any of the requests they made he would never embarked on his civil war. Some people are so stubborn, his distrust of the Thamor, lead to his distrust of all elves, costing him more than he realized. He watches as Ingoknin & the Orc head westward, confidante that they are headed to Dragon’s Bridge, he decides to go on and meet up with General Tullius; I’ll brief him and then head to Greir’s. He makes his way west, the location of the General, he wants to make it before the Imperials attack the Stormcloaks on the way to Greenspring Hallow, he has the advantage as he is one and can move swiftly, they are on horseback with supplies, the Orc’s armor is heavy too, that will slow them down a little. With that he wastes no time and like the wind he heads towards the western Imperial camp.
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