Oath-Keeper: A Skyrim fanfiction

Chapter 3

   Erik and Fadril walked along the cobblestone road. "How much farther until Windhelm" Fadril asked. "I don't know, hours maybe, we should find some food before we starve to death" Erik said, taking out a short bow and prepping a steel arrow on the string. Erik crouched down and saw an elk standing in the middle of the forrest. He fired the arrow which landed in the middle of the elk's neck. "Nice shot" Fadril said. Erik moved towards the dead animal and skinned it, taking the meat and fur skins and putting it in his knapsack. "Come on, lets cook this meat" Fadril said, taking out a fire spell and slightly searing the meat. "That will do, lets keep moving" Erik said, walking out of the forrest. "Eastmarch, beautiful isn't it?" Erik said, looking upon a plain of snow and geysers. "Eh, for a Nord land" Fadril said , walking along the cobblestone path. "Look, there's Windhelm!" Erik said pointing to a large black city across a nearly frozen river. When they reached the gates a soldier in a blue tunic ran up to them. "Erik is that you? By the Nine we thought you died with the rest of the lot at Blackmoor!" the guard said, shaking Erik's hand. The guard escorted them in the city, sick and wounded soldiers lying in front of the chapel, waiting to be cured by the priests and priestesses. "Sadly, Windhelm is a shadow of its former self, but when the war is over the king will work to make the city big and strong as it once was" the guard said, stopping at the Palace of Kings. "The King is inside, good luck lads"