Skyrim: Forging of Two Blades (COMPLETE)

Silver Revenge

As I arrived at the stables in Whiterun, I was attacked by a Silverhand. He tried slash forward towards me, but before his blade could find my chest, I disarmed him. His sword went flying, he started using his shield. He blocked three of my hits, I kicked him in his groin, he fell to his knees in pain.

"Get up and run, now!" I yelled at him. He got up and winced. He ran away, I looked around. The stable man, and a few guards were staring at me in awe. I twirled my sword and sheathed it. I ran into the Plains District. It looked the same from when I left. I heard the chatting of the citizens and the shopkeepers. It was nice, I remembered coming here, when I was young. 

When I was young,  I had come here to find out about my past. But I had completely forgotten, that's kind of why I was traveling across Skyrim. Perhaps now that I remember, maybe after helping Aela, I will continue to search. Maybe asking the Jarl would help.

I approached the doors of Jorrvaskr, I entered the sleeping quarters. It was nighttime, everyone was asleep, accept Kodlak. I went up to him.

"You are finally here," he said, "Aela is looking for you. And we have bad news, you will hear it later. For now rest, you will be awaken by Aela in the morning."

I walked over to the bedroom for the new companions. I rested my head on my old bed and fell asleep. The next morning I was awaken by a blurred shape. It had red hair and fair skin, it was Aela. She was the blur, I was glad to see her face.

"Good, your awake, now follow me, I'll inform you on anything you need to know on our way to the camp." And just like that we took off to the camp. She told me about the Silverhand raid, how a few of the Companions had been killed. And were the camp was. It wasn't within Whiterun hold, it was hidden in the snowy tundra's of the northern cities. She had told me to expect quite a fight, it was the main headquarters of the Silverhand.

As soon as we got out of the line of vision of anybody, we took form of the beast. We became our beast selves. It was a lot faster than walking to the camp. We ran and ran, only stopping to feast on the common mammoth or elk. We came across a family being attacked by wolves, I howled at the wolves to cease the attacking and follow us. The family ran away in terror.

After there days of running and hunting, and stopping attacks we reached the camp. The fort was built into a mountain, it had three layers, it was made of stone. On the roof, three Silverhand's were patrolling with their bows. Four more were in the middle, and five at the bottom. I had a feeling they were waiting for us.

We charged into battle, our pack of wolves which had been holding twenty wolves, a few white, a few black, attacked the bottom layer of men. Aela climbed to the second floor. I saw the top men attacking with arrows. I leaped up to the third layer, in one sweep of my hand I knocked the three off their feet and into the air. I jumped off and helped the other wolves, only seventeen were left.

After we finished off the welcoming party we entered into the building. The first corridor was long. It ended with a big iron door. On the sides, there were werewolf heads on a pike. I got angry, I went to charge in but stopped myself. The floor was scattered with traps. I examined the room, a few tripwires would set off poison arrows from the walls and ceiling. Two pressure plates would set a wall of spikes right into my face.

I was ready to cross when I felt myself getting weak. I howled silently to tell the wolves to wait outside. I had turned back into my human form, I found my self wearing nothing. I had conjure some spectral armour and sword. I was ready to attack, or to have the silver hand activate their own traps.

A group of five Silverhand walked in, their leader stared at us for awhile. We were having an awkward staring contest. Finally I charged in with all my speed and strength, I set off all the traps and doted them with ease. We were told not to kill the leader of the Silverhand, but the rest were okay to kill. I butted the leader with my hilt in his nose. He fell, grabbing his nose. I sliced the head off of one, stabbed another in the chest. I knocked another one off his feet, the one behind me went for a strike, I blocked, jumped and stab right into his heart. The one on the floor begged for mercy.

"Please," he pleaded, "let me live!"

"No prisoners!" I replied. Blood splattered everywhere from his corpse. I went up to the leader, grabbed him by the collar of his armour and held him up. "Where are the fragments of Wuuthrad?" I asked in a hoarse voice. He rose one hand and pointed to a strange part of the brick wall. It looked clean, compared to the moody walls of this place. I threw the leader in front of Aela, who was watching from the entrance.

I walked up to the wall, I searched for something. I found it, a brick in the wall was loose, I pulled it and the wall fell down. There was a chest, I opened it, I herded a click. Timed slowed down, I saw four spikes coming after me, I did a backwards flip away from them. I landed on my left knee, right fist on the floor, left hand with sword at my side. I got up and retrieved the fragments.

Aela grabbed the leader, together we ran back to Jorrvaskr. She as beast, I as nord. The wolves that were supposed to be waiting outside were killed by a bear. I made sure it didn't live to see another day, I hate bears.

We finally arrived in Whiterun. Aela was already in human form. I took the leader from her, and dragged him to Dragonsreach Dungeon. He was the only Silverhand alive now.