Ingoknin Chapter 11 – My friend, my enemy (Part One)

• Posted by Laurie Bear July 30, 2014 - 864 views

  Notes:  This is a very long chapter so I am splitting it into three parts

  With the Civil War in Skyrim, they were surprised no one was guarding the boarder.  The roads were ghostly quite.  They walked right across, heading northwest.  Dragon’s Bridge was a long way off, and if they were going to get there they needed to make some coin.  They debated going to the Dushnikh Yal stronghold, but it too was far, Falkreath was about a few hours walk to the north they could stop and see if there was work.   Maybe send word to both strongholds, Dushnikh Yal and Narzulbur of their plight.  Up in the distance they noticed camp fire.  Bagrak and Nin, proceed cautiously.   It could be bandits, might not be.  They stay to the edge of the road almost sneaking up until they notice the Stormcloak banner.  Nin gives a worried look to Bagark, they have very little to defend themselves with.

   

  Ralof, notices the shadows, it might be misting rain and foggy but he make out the two silhouettes.  Probably bandits or beggars’.  Without causing a commotion he makes eye contact with Snorrlak.  He slowly steps into the fog; he wants to come up from behind in case they are aggressive.  Snorrlak stays his ground, ready for whatever back-up Ralof needs.

   

  Bagrak shakes her head as to indicate nothing to worry about and with a cocky smile she clears her throat and in her gravely voices says…  “We mean you know harm Stormcloak.” 

   

  Nins heart stops, is Bagrak crazy!

   

  Ralof, smiles to himself and shakes his head, this one is good, knew he was behind them.  “Orc, state your business.”  It is then he sees the Nord  fully, her eyes, he knows those eyes…

   

  “We are making our way back from Cyrodiil, on our way to Dragon’s Bridge.  We were attacked by bandits’.  We can’t offer any gold but I can tend your horses and she can cook in exchange for some food and some gear?”

   

  Ralof, still staring at the blue eyed Nord, smiles unconsciously.  He removes his helmet.

   

  Snorrlak watches and eases up a little Ralof has it all under control. 

   

  “I think that is a fair exchange, come with me I’ll introduce you to our Officer in command.”  The unlikely trio walks over to the commander’s tent.  “Just wait here.” Ralof instructs.

   

  Moments later with a huge smile Ralof comes out.  “Aye.”  He looks over at Bagrak.  “We have some armor over there if you would like to change?  My name is Ralof and yours?”

   

  “I’m Bagrak, this is Ingoknin.” 

   

  Ralof brushes a braid of hair from his eyes, and smiles at Ingoknin.  “Ingoknin, nice to meet you.”  His cheeks are slightly pink.

   

  Feeling oddly shy all she can say is… “You can call me Nin.”  And smiles back in return.

   

  Bagrak watches the whole exchange, groaning inside…  All this silly Nord mushiness, she goes over to the chest and rummages some of the gear, they all have the seal of The Bear on them, but it is better than just the ripped tunics they have now. 

   

  Ralof, walks back to his station, smiling and looking back towards Nin every so often.   Snorrlak, removes his helmet, smirking, “Do I detect you are smitten?” 

   

  Ralof just laughs, raises his blond eyebrows and says, “Maybe.”