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The Ballad of Dromik Horn-Blower, Chapter 2


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It was hard for Dromik to accept that he was here, in Sovangarde, home of the Nord heroes. It was even harder to accept that he had to leave. He looked to Tsun again, almost succumbing to the urge to reach out and touch him. He couldn't believe this was real. He looked back at the mead hall from the hill where he had entered. As he dreamed of the people he could meet and the tales he would hear inside, he asked Tsun a question.
"Why do I have to return? Explain to me that."
Tsun looked at him with a expression of calm patience and a bit of pity. He waited a few seconds to respond.
"The gods have chosen you to do cleanse the land for them. They know of the tensions brewing between the Dominion, the Ebonheart Pact and the Daggerfall Covenant. Already, souls of Nords fighting in this war return to Sovangarde, with tales of massive armies clashing in battles that made our war with the Snow Elves seem a skirmish not fit for Nord warriors. This is something they will not interfere with, as the Elder Scrolls themselves have predicited this war, but in a very..ahhh.....non-descriptive fashion. Not even the gods would defie the Scrolls. But they have forseen a new threat in Tamriel. Specifically in Skyrim, but it could just as easily spread to the other provinces. Something stirs underneath the world you know, in the ancient Nordic burial mounds and tombs. Someone wakes the Draugr, but they do not attack. They follow the man as if they have been waiting for him to command them. Who is this man, who is shrouded before the gods? None of them, nor Lord Shor or myself, can see this man. The Daedra are involved in this. Im certain of it."
"Which daedra?!" Dromik excalimed. Dromik was never very religious, though he did always prey to Shor before a fight. But everyone knew of the Daedra. Evil beings inhabiting the planes of Oblivion, they often were found mettling in the affairs of mortals , often for thier own benefits.
"We are not sure. We know Meridia is not involved. She hates undead. To her, they are vile, evil creatures. Much as they truly are. I doubt Nocturnal or Sithis is either. Nocturnal searches for guardians of her temples, and Sithis never involves himself with mortals. The Dark Brotherhood may be his spawn, but why would he care about something that is already dead? No, this is the work of one of the more powerful princes."
Dromik shuddered. How was he supposed to stand up to the Daedra? They, in essence, were gods, with the same powers as Akatosh, Talos or Stendar.
Tsun glanced at Dromik, seeing the worry in his face. He laughed, a booming sound that resembled the sounds of an avalanche in the mountains of Skyrim.
"Do not worry, mortal. You need not face the Daedra alone!" He stood and readjusted the his warhammer. "Come, back from whence you came. The top of the hill will send you back to Nirn, but not until I say."
He began walking up the hill towards where Dromik had awoken. Dromik stood and followed. As they climbed the hill, Dromik could feel the vibrations made by the steps of Tsun. He shuddered. Facing Tsun was the only way across the Whale-Bone Bridge, he knew. This fact sent shivers down his spine, but also fierce joy racing through his heart. Fighting Tsun would be a challenge few could ever win, and he might be one of them. He shook his head. No, he had to return to Skyrim first. He could think of Sovangarde later.
They arrived at the top of the hill, Tsun first. Tsun stood at the edge of a stone circle. He bade Dromik to stand in the middle.
"Before I send you back, the gods have three gifts for you, that you not face this darkness alone." He stuck his hand out into the air, hand flat, palm up. The air shimmered his palm, and a sword appeared in his hand. He tossed it to Dromik. "This is called Reaper. A simple name, but fitting. When any foe you face is slain by this sword, it's life force will be stored in the gem in the hilt. When you attain a certain amount of energy, the gem will glow. Shout out the name of Sovangarde, and it will summon a familar to help you. But it will have the strength of a Sovangarde hero."
Dromik looked at the sword, and was stunned. The blade was blue as a sapphire, but ripples seemed to run when he moved it in the light, the color of the aurora seen in the skys of Skyrim. The hilt was silver, with a green emerald in the hilt. It was razor sharp.
"Second, we give you the armor made of the same material. It is not name, but will absorb blows better than any armor mortals have ever made. Even the Dwemer."
As Tsun said this, Dromik's armor shimmered and was replaced by armor as blue as his new blade, but in the make of Dwarven smiths."
Tsun chuckled. "It is stronger than Dwarven armor, but to make it more familar to you, I have shaped it so. The third gift will make it self present when you return to Nirn. Beware, when you return, it will be as if no time has passed. Your wounds will be healed, and you will ahev yur armor and your blade, but you still must fight these bandits......Now, are you ready to return and begin your quest?"
Dromik took a deep breath. "Yes." he said, standing up straight.
Tsun nodded. He raised his hands up in the air and said "Akatosh, god of time, and Shor, Shepard of the Nords, send this mortal back to Nirn, to do your bidding and cleanse the land."
Dromik felt himself rise up, and was surrounded by a vortex of blue. He heard Tsun say one last thing.
"Good luck mortal. May the eight Divines go with you."
Then everything went black.

End of the Ballad of Dromik, Chapter 2
This post was last modified: December 17th 2012 06:57 PM by spartan1314


Dromik- Large, muscular Nord, greatsword fighter, part-time mercenary.
Guinevere Löthbrok- Smaller Nord with a fast axe, sharp tongue and merciless nature.
Fälondreth- Quiet, quick Bosmer bowman, nomad, nature-lover.
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*Eight Divines. Dam all those shield-bashes to the head.


Dromik- Large, muscular Nord, greatsword fighter, part-time mercenary.
Guinevere Löthbrok- Smaller Nord with a fast axe, sharp tongue and merciless nature.
Fälondreth- Quiet, quick Bosmer bowman, nomad, nature-lover.
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