When we reach Whiterun, I slip away from the rest of the Silver Hand members. I joined them as a werewolf, but they don't know. Yet. As I have kept it a secret, and have never had to morph my wolf form. I was forced to become a member of the Silver Hand, since my father was one, and he was killed in the fight with the Companions, but honestly, I do not wish to avenge him.
He was an asshole, and I hated him till he died. But as a Bosmer, I have to at least pretend to avenge him. Although my idea for avenging him is by killing the Silver Hand themselves. Because they are the real reason why he is gone — not one of them tried to save him when he was cut down.
I will destroy the Silver Hand.
I slip away, going to a hidden nook in the wall of Whiterun. I sit down on the ground and take a deep, steadying breath. I switch into my leather armor, and head straight for Jorrvaskr.
I walk up the stairs to the old mead hall, and I see a Nord and a Dunmer standing at the top of the stairs, both holding swords.
"Who in Oblivion are you?" asks the Nord.
"Liethel Duskraven, I am here to speak with your leader."
"No one leads anyone in the Companions. But we do have a Harbinger. Why do you wish to see her?" asks the Dunmer.
"Because I wish to join you," I say.
"How convenient. And you aren't part of the Silver Hand, a rival warrior faction that is plotting to come here and kill us all?"
"I wish to destroy the Silver Hand. They're the reason why my father's dead."
At that, they step aside and let me through. I walk into the mead hall, the scent of alcohol and sweat, excitement and steel hangs in the air. I look around, seeing the two Nords sitting at the long table that wraps around the fire pit.
The male Nord, a guy with longish black hair and war paint over his eyes, stands up and draws a greatsword. He looks at me with a dark look, obviously ready to cut me down. I raise my hands in surrender.
"I don't want to fight you," I say. "I want to help you kill the Silver Hand."
"Why?" asks the female Nord, her blue eyes flicking from me to the male Nord. "Who are you?"
"I'm Liethel Duskraven, and the Silver Hand are why my father is dead. So I want to end them all."
She looks at me, then back to her sword-weilding friend. She touches his shoulder, and he relaxes, sheathing the massive sword.
"All right, this is your trial. Help us fight off the Silver Hand, and if we survive, you'll join us."
I nod. "Sounds like I'm joining you."
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Skyrim's Saviors
Fiksi PenggemarThe people of Skyrim are in need of a savior. Years after Alduin the World-Eater was defeated, the Dragonborn, a Nord woman named Ularik Stormcloak, vanished. No one has seen her since she defeated the dragon in Sovngarde. But what happens when the...
