Just a Skyrim fanfic: Extended cut

Heads will roll

Kodlak: I've been looking for you

Leonidas: For me?

Kodlak: Yes, young man. Have a seat

(Leonidas and Kodlak sit down at a table)

Kodlak: So. You've been busy as of late

Leonidas: Aela and I are working to avenge the death of Skjor

Kodlak: Your hearts are full of grief. And my own weeps at the loss of Skjor as well. But his death was avenged long ago. You and Aela have taken more lives than honor demanded. The cycle of retaliation may continue on for some time. In any case, I have a task for you

Leonidas: And what might that be?

Kodlak: Have you heard the story about how we came to be werewolves?

Leonidas: There are multiple sides to it. Skjor said it was a blessing from Hircine, but Vilkas said it was a curse laid upon the ancient companions

Kodlak: Aye. That sounds like them, alright. As in all matters of faith, though, the reality is more complicated than one believer would tell you

Leonidas: What is the truth then?

Kodlak: The companions are nearly five thousand years old. This matter of beastblood has only troubled us for a few hundred. One of my predecessors was a good, but short sighted man. He made a bargain with the witches of glenmoril coven. If the companions would hunt in the name of their lord, Hircine, we would be granted great power

Leonidas: And that's how they became werewolves?

Kodlak: They did not believe the change would be permanent. The witches offered payment, like anyone else. But we had been deceived

Leonidas: The witches should be hunted down for their trickery then

Kodlak: We'll get to that. It's not so simple as just killing them, though. The disease, you see, affects not just our bodies. It seeps into the spirit. Upon death, werewolves are claimed by Hircine for his hunting grounds. For some, this is a paradise. They want nothing more than to chase prey with their master for eternity. And that is their choice. But I am still a true N-nord. And I wish for sovngarde as my spirit home

Leonidas: Is there a way lycanthropy can be cured?

Kodlak: That's what I've spent my twilight years trying to find out. And now I've found the answer. The witches magic ensnared us, and only their magic can release us. They won't give it up willingly, but we can extract their foul powers by force. I want you to seek them out. Go to their coven in the wilderness. Strike them down as a true warrior of the wild. And bring me their heads. The seat of their abilities. From there, we may begin to undue centuries of impurity

Leonidas: It shall be done

Kodlak: Good. Now move quickly. And don't leave any of them alive. Talos guide you, lad

(Leonidas glides to a place called Glenmoril Coven, where he uses a life detect spell to try and track down the witches)

(He goes into a cave where he finds some life signatures. He sneaks around and finds some witches in a camp inside. He readies his bow, pulls back an arrow, and lets it fly)

(The arrow hits a witch in the neck, making it thrash around and scream silently)

Witch: (Demonic screeching)

Leonidas: FUS RO DAH!

(The witches block Leonidas's force shout with a combined ward send send a bunch of bugs to attack him)

Leonidas: YOL TOOR SHUL!

(Leonidas burns the bugs with his fire shout and sends a lightning spell at the witches)

(The lightning destroys the ward, but doesn't harm the witches)

(Leonidas and the witches fighting in the cave with magic for a while until Leonidas manages to cut off their heads with his sword)

(He heads back to jorrvaskr with the witches' heads and some good news, but he finds the dead bodies of companions and silver hand soldiers all over the place)

Leonidas: What in blazes happened here?

Torvar: The silver hand happened. They finally had the nerve to attack jorrvaskr. We got most of them, but I think a few stragglers made it out

Aela: Don't worry. They're not going to be a problem anymore

Vilkas: Where have you been?

Leonidas: I was out hunting a group of witches

Vilkas: I hope it was important. Because that means you weren't here to defend him

Leonidas: What do you mean?

Vilkas: The silver hand. They finally found enough courage to attack jorrvaskr. We fought them off, but... The old man... Kodlak... he's dead

Leonidas: Damn. Was anyone else hurt?

Vilkas: No, but they made off with all our fragments of wuuthrad. But you and I are going to reclaim them. We will bring the battle to their chief camp. There will be none left living to tell their stories. Only songs of jorrvaskr will be sung. We will avenge Kodlak. And they will know terror before the end

(Leonidas and Vilkas make their way to a place called driftshade refuge and draw their swords)

(Leonidas kills the scouting archers on the roof of their fortress with his fireball magic)

(Vilkas rams the door open)

Silver Hand: Huh?

(Leonidas and Vilkas charge into the group of silver hand warriors and slice them up with their swords before they even know what's going on)

Silver Hand: It's the companions! Kill them!

(A bunch of silver hand warriors rush towards Leonidas and Vilkas)

Leonidas: FUS RO DAH!

(He force shouts them, knocking them all down while Vilkas finishes them off)

Vilkas: Go look for the fragments! I'll handle the silver hand!

(Leonidas slashes a couple of silver hand warriors with his sword before kicking the door to the cellar open)

(Vilkas transforms into a werewolf and completely decimates the silver hand warriors)

(Leonidas is navigating his way through the cellar as quick as he can, and he finds a room guarded by a few silver hand stragglers)

Silver Hand: Defend the fragments!

(Leonidas uses his fire magic to burn one silver hand warrior. When the next one charges at him, he does a jumping twist with his sword, decapitating him)

(The third silver hand warrior is in a battle stance with trembling legs, but he tries to slash Leonidas with his axe anyway)

(Leonidas ducks under the axe and slashes the warrior's throat open with his sword)

(He then finds the fragment of wuuthrad on a table and puts them all in his bag)

(He finds Vilkas standing over the dead bodies of the rest of the silver hand warriors cleanign the blood off of his sword)

(Leonidas and Vilkas shake hands and laugh)