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The Road to Chaar (V2) - The Tales of Beor and Balgir


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The Tales of Beor and Balgir
Written by Balgir Winterborn and Beor Strong-Heart themselves.




The Road to Chaar (II)


Balgir woke up from his deep slumber a few hours later, with the rain still pouring down. He sat up and grabbed the waterskin, taking a few sips of the cold water. With a grunt he got up on his feet and grabbed both shield and sword before walking over to Beor.

''I'll take it from here lad. You get some sleep before dawn.'' He muttered and gave the boy a friendly pat on the back.

Beor walked back to his bed to sleep the remaining hours left of the night...

He was awoken by Balgir standing over him ushering him to get up. Beor rubbed the sleep from his eyes and saw through the tiny window that the morning sun was coming up.

"Let's get on the move, lad."

With that they packed up their supplies and they hit the road.

After being a minute or two on the road Beor asked: "How long untill we reach Chaar?"

Balgir didn't walk the roads of the reach very often but when Durn Silver-Tongue wishes to hire you for a job you don't say no. Granted the man is a pig and a disgrace for all Nords but he had coin and a need for people like Balgir and Beor.

''Unless Kvadir Pass has been flooded by last night's rain we should reach Chaar in an hour.'' He answered Beor with a grin. This would be the second time he visited the small mining village of Chaar and he still had good memories of last time. A man named Vikar Half-Blood, born to a Breton mother and a Nord father. He owned the Goats Head Inn in Chaar and brewed his own mead. The mead didn't taste that well but sure hit the spot.

'' I can't wait to have some of Vikar's mead, and daughter.'' He joked and laughed. Balgir felt in a much better mood than last night and he started to whistle as they made their way down the road.

Beor laughed along: "Well if you have any serious plans on sharing the bed with her than I'd recommend not to get caught again... Remember that time you slept with the daughter of the Thane of Solitude..?"

They both would never forget that one. Ah, what a night that was... But let's leave that story for another time...

They grinned at eachother as they remembered that night: "Remember how you ran out of the longhouse, with just a cloth around your middle and the guards chasing you from behind! Hahaha!"

Balgir laughed along as he remembered that cold night.

''Well it was kind of the lass to hide my sword from her father. The bastard threw the rest of my belongings into the lake, remember?'' He snarled as he recalled the sight of his clothes, money and lute being thrown into the cold, black water.

''She was worth it I tell you lad. If her father wasn't such a Troll I'd make her my wife.'' He said jokingly. Balgir could still see Hannah Glory-Song in front of him. Her red hair, green eyes and cute nose. Now that he thought about it, why wasn't he still there with the lass? Perhaps he loved to wander the world more than he loved her company. He grinned to himself. There was no use to ponder about the past. Perhaps he'd see her sometime again but right now he wished to be at Beor's side.

The companions made progress and soon they had gone through Kvadir Pass.

They were nearing the village of Chaar. Chaar was an average sized mining town: You had the silver mine, the houses of the miners, the smithy, a small general store that served as a trading post for travelling merchants, a small barracks for the few town guards, the town hall with the Silver-Tongue mansion, and to Balgirs biggest interest: the Goats Head Inn along with the small brewery... it was where ol' Vickar brewed his own, notoriously strong mead.

"So, what does this Durn Silver-Tongue want from us? And where do we find him?" Beor asked as they entered the village.

Chaar hadn't changed one bit since he last visited. Same old grumpy people and the smell of coal was thick in the air. With a smile Balgir turned to Beor.

''Durn will be out doing what he does best, shouting at the miners.'' He said and pointed towards the entrance of Silver-Tongue mine at the edge of the small village. Balgir took point and guided Beor to through the town. Just when they arrived at the mine he could see Durn exit it. Looking grumpy and displeased as always, but the sight of Balgir made him shine up.

''You look like you've been walking through Oblivion.'' Durn said and offered Balgir his hand which he gladly shook.

''Well you got fat...'' Balgir answered with a wide grin, as he prodded the mans soft, bulging belly. They both stared at each other for a second before bursting into laughter.

''I'd rather be fat and rich than live like a dog Winterborn!'' Durn replied before embracing his friend. He then stepped back and eyed Beor. With Durn it was always hard to know what he was thinking as his face and eyes never revealed a thing.

''Your kid?'' He finally asked.

"He wished!" Beor answered, without showing that he was a bit offended by that name. "I'm Beor Strong-Heart and I'm a friend and companion of Balgir here."

Beor looked at the fat man, who was a bit shorter than himself. He already had a balding head, the remaining brown hair at the back of his head was fairly long and came down in a ponytail. The man was clean shaven and had somewhat of a pig-like face. He wore fine clothing and on his fingers were silver rings that contained various jewels. After eyeing him discreetly Beor got down to it:

"So, you sent us all the way here to Chaar, eh? There must be something of importance for us to do than... Well than, enlighten us!"

''Well as you know Balgir I opened a new mine north of here, the rocks there are filled with silver.'' He smiled and fingered on one of his rings. Balgir knew where this was going, he'd done this before. But he would let the man speak.

''This place is filled with scum and brigands who do not respect the law!'' He said, spit flying out of his mouth as his face turned red. If you knew Durn you could easily guess that what angered him wasn't the death of his workers, but rather that they crippled his work force.

''They came from the hills and slaughtered almost all of my workers! The rest fled back here and even refuse to work the mine here in town! '' His face was turning deep red now and he looked like he was about to burst into flames any minute now. Balgir calmly placed his hand on the man's shoulder.

''You want us to hunt down the bandits and then get the workers back to work?'' He said slowly, trying to calm the man down. For a moment Durn only stared at him with his piggish eyes but after a deep breath he finally answered.

''It's not my damned workers, nor the mine. They took my daughter! My only daughter! The jewel of my life!'' He roared and burst into tears. A little taken back by Durn's outburst, Balgir stepped back with a frown. He knew the daughter well. Last time he came here she was around thirteen, that was three years ago. He could see why Durn was out of himself.

''We will find Vyra and bring her back to you in one piece, by Shor.'' Balgir muttered and looked over to Beor.

Beor nodded in approval: "That we shall!"

He didn't feel that it was right to say what was in it for them but he kept in mind that the last time Balgir did something for Durn that he got paid well.

"Well, don't you worry now! Me and Balgir will take care of things, nothing that can stop us two, ain't that right now Balgir?" Beor encouraged his companion.

They left Durn after he had told them where the bandits could be hauled up. As they walked towards the inn Beor started to worry:

"Shors bones, Balgir! He was talking of quite an amount of bandits back there! We'll have to play this one smart, there isn't a way where we could hope to charge in and kill them all!"

''I know lad, I say we focus on getting her out rather than killing the bandits. I know Durn got enough coin to hire a small army but the bandits won't hesitate to butcher her..'' He muttered as he pushed the door open into the Inn and was greeted by the smell of freshly baked bread, roasted meat and most important.. Mead. A big grin split his face as he breathed in the wonderful smells.

''If it isn't Balgir, you old Bear!'' A voice called out from amongst the chatter. Soon the source showed himself. Vikar Half-Blood, the owner of the Inn and brewery. Shorter than a Nord and with brown eyes one would easily confuse the man with a Breton if it wasn't for his blonde hair and chiseled face.

''I see you shaved of your beard, Vikar! That means you owe me a drink!'' Balgir responded and laughed, hugging his old friend. Vikar returned the hug and laughed along. His eyes was focused on the young Beor as he ended the hug and quickly wiped the flour of his hand before he offered it to Beor.

''Vikar Half-Blood, owner of this fine Inn!'' He said and gave the young man a big smile.

"Beor Strong-Heart, I'm a friend of Balgir!" He answered back at the inn keeper while giving him a firm handshake.

"Aha! Welcome! Welcome to the Goats Head Inn! Ah, but I see you two are road-weary let me pour something strong for you!"

As they followed Vikar to the barcounter the innkeeper and Balgir started talking: "Haha! It's so good to see you again, Balgir!" Vikar said, giving Balgir a friendly punch on the shoulder.

"It's good to see you too, Vikar!" Balgir responded giving a punch on the shoulder that sent the innkeeper crashing into the counter.

Vikar got back up with a grunt and a chuckle: "I see that you haven't lost your strength...!" The three of them burst out in laughter as the two of them embraced each other once more. Vikar got behind the counter and started pouring in his self brewed mead as the two companion seated themselves on the stools.

"Ah, but what brings you two to Chaar?" the innkeeper asked.

''Durn hired us, to get his daughter back.'' Balgir said and accepted the mug of Mead which he emptied in a few big gulps. He slammed it back down on the counter and Vikar quickly refilled it. He offered a mug to Beor too and the young boy put it to his lips in a matter of seconds.

''I heard.. Poor Katja. May Kyne watch over her.'' Vikar said with a frown. Balgir raised his mug and mumbled something about Shor before putting the mug to his lips. When he put the mug back down he grinned and wiped some mead from his beard with the back of his hand.

''Speaking of girls. Where's your daughter?'' He asked and took a look around the crowded Inn. Vikar snorted and gave the Nord in front of him a glare.

''Well Irna is helping her mother out back, soon as she hear you're here though she'll come running be sure of that. He muttered. Then his eyes moved from Balgir to Beor.

''I hope you don't have the same appetite for mead and women as Balgir. I only have one daughter and I can't have you drink my Inn dry.''

Beor laughed at the joke. "I like both of them, with reason! In contrary to Balgir I don't jump on the first lass I see!" At that they all laughed "Nah, I prefer the ones that are really worth it!" Beor added after taking a sip of his ale.

Just as Beor finished his sentence Irna entered the Inn. She quickly made her way over to her father's side and greeted the two, her eyes remaining on Beor untill he met her gaze, which caused her to blush and hurry into the kitchen. The whole scene caused both Balgir and Vikar to burst into laughter.

Beors face split into a wide grin: "What are you two laughing at?!" he jested as he threw a bit of his mead over Balgir to make him stop. Though he couldn't help laughing himself.

The two spent the rest of the day in the Inn together with Vikar, telling stories and having a good time. But both Balgir and Beor agreed that they should end the night early and get some sleep before dawn.

Balgir was sitting outside the Inn on a bench watching the sun slowly rise from behind the mountains and sharpening his sword while he waited for Beor to get ready. He had chosen to take on this mission without his heavy armor in order to be able to travel faster. Hopefully they would be able to get in, get the girl and get out without the bandits noticed. If what Durn said was correct then the bandits were camped out in a small valley, he and Beor would try to get a good look on the camp from the cliffs.

He turned his head when he heard the door to the Inn creak open as Beor stepped out into the cold air.

''I trust you have made peace with the Gods lad?'' He mused and got up from his seat, sliding his sword back in its sheath.

Beor ignored the jest with a smile. With him he had his bow and arrows, his shield and sword as always and his hunting dagger. "Alright, let's get moving.." The two of them walked out off the village, north-west, towards the valley.

A three hour walk had passed when they reached it. They had a good view over the valley from where they were standing and the two of them went down on their bellies as they examined the terrain infront of them.

They crawled to the very edge of the cliff and stared down at the camp. It was larger than Balgir expected, big enough to house at least 20 people. So far it seemed to be quiet, no men in sight. They were probably still sleeping.

''Shor's Balls... '' He muttered under his breath as his eyes once more gazed over the camp. He tried to find Vyra amongst the tents but there was no sign of her or any other prisoner. He hoped she was alright and not some bandit's plaything.

''Where can she be?''

Beor scanned the area: He counted a dozen tents, none of the bandits were up yet, save for three on watch.

Beor noticed a small, ruin of a tower to the left, slightly secluded and hidden away between the rocky hills from the bandit camp. One of them was guarding the entrance of the building. "See that tower?" Beor asked his companion? Balgir slowly nodded: "Hmm, yeah.. You think she could be in there?" Balgir asked him back.

"I'll bet ya mug of ale on that!" Beor answered.

Balgir's hand played with one of the braids in his beard while he pondered what to do next. Worst case scenario would be that the bandits woke up when he was still in the camp or that they were in the tower. Hopefully he had Shor watching over him. With a grunt he got up on his feet and took the shield from his back and held it with a firm grip.

''Will you remain up here, or be at my side?'' He asked his young companion, with his eyes still on the tower.

"Have I ever left your side?" Beor mused. He drew his hunting knife as he looked for a way to get to the tower unnoticed. "Alright, let's go through that thicket of bushes over there. We should be able to make it round to the tower, since they go all the way up to it.."

Balgir nodded his agreement and the two companions sneaked partly down the cliff. Halfway down they noticed that it wasn't so steep where they were crouching and they slid the rest of it down the hill: They slid right into the bushes and slowly they started crouching and crawling to their target.

All of the sudden there was a noise: A yawn! One of the bandits had awoken and was now coming out of his tent. The companios laid flat in the bushes, making themselves as hard to detect as possible. Beor heard Balgir next to him curse as the bandits stretched in the early morning sun and went towards the bushes for a mornin' piss. The grumbling and mumbling of the still sleepy cutthroat came closer. By the mans unsteady walk Beor concluded that he still might be drunk from presumably last nights drinking with his comrades.

The companions stared at each other, while both of them were lying paralell next to each other on the ground, between the bushes. Beor mouthed the word: "Don't move a muscle". Hoping that the bandit would relieve himself and go back to sleep.

The man was now standing very close infront of them. Beor could make up the bandits features: low hanging cheekbones, small perky nose, a dirty and bushy brown beard with a mop of tangled, equaly dirty, brown hair. he pulled down his pants. After a few tense seconds they both heard his relieving: "Aaah..." as he sent out a jet of urine into the bushes. The bandits urine fell directly on Balgir, who was lying closest to the bandit. Beor saw Balgirs expression tense up as he felt urine flowing over him. In these alarming seconds he saw that his friend was fighting to remain still, the fury building up in his eyes. After what seemed an eternity to Balgir the non-suspecting bandit finished as the last drops of urine fell on Beors companion.

The bandit pulled his pants back up, yawned again and slowly went back to his tent again. They waited a moment before they dared to move or talk again. Balgir was first to say something: ''That skeever-headed bastard just bloody well pissed on me!" Balgir hissed. "He pissed on me! Pissed on ME!" he repeated. Beor franticaly hushed his companion. "By Shor we gotta keep moving Balgir before they discover us here!" he said in a hushed tone.

Beor took the lead as they moved further, he couldn't help but sniggering and grinning as the piss-soaked Balgir behind him cursed the man a thousand times. "By all that is holy, if I find him I shall rip his heart and lungs out and shove it all up his arse! I shall -..." Balgir grumbled with restrained fury to himself.

They slowly made their way to the tower...

Balgir put his hand against the old wooden door, his face still red with anger and curses still hissed between his teeth. He looked back at Beor and gave him a stiff nod before he slowly pushed down the handle and pushed the door open.

''Be ready..'' He muttered under his breath and took a step inside, quickly scanning the room. He grabbed the handle of his sword and pulled it out of its sheath and held it infront of himself. The bottom floor looked empty but there were several bedrolls on the floor and a small fireplace still burning.

All of the sudden they heard men talking, and footsteps coming down the stairs...
This post was last modified: January 15th 2013 06:53 AM by Beor of Skyrim


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pretty good, but i did notice a few spelling mistakes and double words


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Ah, be sure to mention them, it was hard to go through it all at night after a days work and training.


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Nice post, very funny. :)
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will pm you the edited version, once again good work and looking forword to the part 3
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Beor check out my story series and good tale xD
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(December 8th 2012 01:55 PM)cadian13 Wrote:  will pm you the edited version, once again good work and looking forword to the part 3

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I noticed the spelling error, thought you'd like to be notified as well ;) hah.


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Love it, keep'em coming! I want a series of the adventures of Beor and Balgir. Perhaps to the establishment of The Bromlokiir ^^. Maybe Aegvar will make an appearance =p

Exited for the next part. I wonder if piss covered Balgir (Lmfao) will arise suspicion to the bandits.

"What in Oblivion is that smell!?" a nearby bandit said with his hands griping his nose.

Balgir charges the bandit, his sword held high and with a fierce roar he yells "SHUT THE **** UP!"

lol
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The Thanes daughter is up!


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