The Elder Scrolls: Nord of Spades

Chapter 5

It was the middle of the cold night along the trail back to Whiterun. Yngvar could only see the road because of the brightness of Masser and Secunda. He still kept thinking about what Heidmir had said to him before he died.

But it didn't bother him one bit. He had one goal in mind and nothing was going to get in his way.

Well unless a wild animal-- or perhaps beast-- were to appear out of thin air.

Yngvar pulled out his sword when he heard the bushes rattle behind him.

"Who goes there?" There wasn't an answer. He kept his sword out, but cast a flame in his left hand.

"I'm warning you! Reveal your--" Yngvar was interrupted by the howling yell of a frost troll. Immediately the troll lunged at him, but Yngvar was able to jump out of the way.

"Foul beast!" Yngvar yelled while using magicka to hurl flames at the troll.

But it had no effect. The troll still attacked him, with Yngvar moving out of the way a second time. He knew that the flame would have no use, so he stopped it.

For the third time, the beast ran for Yngvar, looking for the killing blow, looking for supper. But Yngvar didn't move.

Instead, he used all his might and lunged towards the troll with his sword in hand, and swung with all his might.

Blood covered the ground, and Yngvar was out of breath, nearly using all his stamina to swing his Nordic sword. He didn't know if he was hit or if he had been untouched. He checked his sword.

The blood of a troll was on it.

Yngvar turned and saw the troll struggling to stay alive. He knew it meant nothing personal. It only attacked him because he needed food. But in Skyrim, it was hunt, or be hunted.

The troll's life faded away and Yngvar shook his head, returning on the road and cleaning his sword.

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Yngvar knew he couldn't barge into Whiterun and demand a fight. He returned to his small shack and devised a plan.

He planned to raid Dragonsreach at night. Yngvar knew that Skeever wouldn't take shelter in plain sight. So he thought of this as sending a message to the Skeever.

That there is a savior in this town. And he is a Nord. A Nord of Spades. But how was he going to get there? Yngvar thought long about it. Maybe he could come in a disguise? No, he wouldn't be able to take on the bandits without his armor.

He needed someone on the inside.

A Companion, literally and figuratively.