just a story I'm making for fun no art or images are mine and I do not own skyrim (obviously) i only own the main characters as they are characters i made in my playthroughs of skyrim. So please be mature.
I rode on my horse with Sabrina beside me as we made our way down southeast through the once capital of the dragon cult Labyrinthian weaving through frost trolls which I had resisted the urge to embed my new war ax into its skull. However, once they were becoming a nuisance and got in the way I took great pleasure in hopping off of my horse pulling off my glass bow the stag prince, and firing three extremely sharp glass arrows straight into their middle eye and dropping them to the ground dead. A sick twisted smirk crept up on my face as I walked over to the dead trolls retrieving my glass arrows out of their skulls before taking my war axe and cutting off their heads just to be sure as I have heard stories of trolls playing dead to make their prey come closer. I was not going to fall for such an obvious trick the main giveaway was the larger of the three trolls although very hard to spot admittedly it was still breathing so I jumped onto its back and slammed my war axe right in the base of the skull separating it from its spinal cord and causing its head to go rolling across the ground. " Nuh uh you aren't getting me with that old novice mistake." I said with a smirk as I skipped my way back to my horse and noticed Sabrina's understanding look as we made our way toward Whiterun riding through the vast fields as the castle of dragonsreach came into view we rode alongside the wall till we made it to the Whiterun stables and we paid the stable master to house our horses for a while. Me and Sabrina went up the path to the draw bridge and the front gate of Whiterun. As we entered through the front gate I took a deep breath at my second home, to our left was the guard's barracks, and to the right was the blacksmith shop War Maiden's but aside from us it seemed like Whiterun had other guests too, two Alik'r warriors were asking around but we ignore them as we made our way towards my second home of Jorvasskr the home of the Companions. the nordic hall that I had called home during my time with the companions was the remains of an upturned nordic ship that had been converted into a hall.
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As we approached I was pleasantly surprised to see two of the four members of the inner circle the twins Vilkas and Farkas. the older of the two twins Vilkas as usual was wearing the companion's signature wolf armor while his younger brother Farkas was wearing steel armor both probably carrying their skyforge steel weapons as I walked up I quickly greeted the two
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