Siege of Skyrim

Chapter 3

Lucas stated at the dried blood on his hands. He couldn't believe what he had done. 'I'm a murder' he thought. The two blades with which he had killed the men rested a few feet away. He had murdered three men just for some meat, which was now wrapped up in some leather. There was a rustle in a nearby shrub. Lucas jumped up ready and grabbed the sword. The creature emerged from the bushes.

At first, Lucas thought it was a wolf. But then he realized it was too small. It was in fact a Skeever, little more than a pest in Skyrim. At least, it would only have been a pest were it a regular Skeever. But this wasn't a regular Skeever, oh no. It was a rarer, larger and more aggressive Venomfamg Skeever. Venomfamg Skeevers also spread dangerous diseases. Lucas had to kill it, and he had no qualms about killing animals. After all, they were just animals. But if it got to the meat, he would be without food again. Lucas walked towards the large rat, weapon ready. Unexpectedly, the animal pounced.

Lucas reacted, but not fast enough. The Skeever's jaws closed on his leg, the small jagged teeth puncturing his flesh. He yelled and thrust the sword down into the rat and it released his leg and feel to the side dead. Lucas hurled the dad animal into a bush several yards away, then began inspecting the bite. There were several small puncture wounds from the teeth and a large red mark around it which burned like acid when he touched it. It was a common disease that Lucas had as of now forgotten the name of, and be knew how to cure it. He needed to apply a paste of crushed Nirnroot and Tundra Cotton. The Nirnroot would be easier to find, whereas the Tundra Cotton would be tricky. Falkreath Hold was hardly a tundra. Lucas set out to find the ingredients. He had to.

The trickle of running water was the first sign that there was a Nirnroot nearby. The plant was common along the banks of Skyrim's rivers, and Lucas quickly set to work searching for one. He didn't have to look far. The plant emitted a faint glow, and a strange pulsating, ringing hum entered your head when you were near one. It was with relative ease that Lucas found one of the plants. He bent down and seized the stem and pulled. It didn't budge. He realized it's roots must go deep. He pulled hard, and the earth around the plant rose slightly. He gripped it tighter and pulled with s all his strength. The plant tore itself free from the ground and Lucas placed it in a satchel. Now he needed Tundra Cotton.

Lucas's strength was fading as the disease began to take effect. He searched desperately for the Tundra Cotton that would save him. There was none. He cut bushes aside, rummaged through grass, none to be found. Lucas's legs wobbled and he stumbled. He pushed himself back up, but stumbled again. He couldn't get up and rolled onto his back. He tried to shout for help but was to weak and could only manage a low groan. His vision began to blur. Someone ran towards Lucas, who could just make out their fuzzy outline. He tried to ask for help but only managed a low croak. His vision faded entirely as the person picked him up.

(Short chapter, eh? Wonder what'll happen to Lucas? You'll have to wait to find out. One: I have to write it. Two: the next chapter(s) won't be about him.)