Songs Of Return

the ancient path

Then minutes later, when Ulfric, Yrsarald, Asmund, Wuunferth and Bjorn were in the Vessel’s Command room, Ulfric admitted, “What I said out there can be a real problem for us”

When the other four looked at him, he continued “I always had plans for a voyage to Atmora. Even if our cause had succeeded and the empire had been defeated, I would eventually join a journey to Atmora, and I did every bit of Reading I could” he smiled, “That was why I asked for all the Flagships to have Ice breakers and be capable of Mastering the winds. Anyway, I’ve done my reading. Apart from a rather Obscure poem from a Dunmer Philosopher and old propaganda books from the Old Septim Empire, nothing’s there about the Cold North. Even the Songs of Return don’t tell us much about the land or the actual trip. At least the books that remain don’t.” he looked at the others, “As soon as we leave the waters of Tamriel, we’re in a completely Alien world.”

Asmund said “Our Forefathers thought the same when they first left for Skyrim.”

He sighed, “good point. So we have no idea what to do.”

Asmund said “Well, what I DO know is that we need to train every man, woman, and child on this ship how to cast flames before we’ve even left the Waters of Tamriel. Torches can only get you so far.”

They Faced three or Four Imperial Battleships and two pirate vessels on their way.

They Lost a few good men, but the fact they were attacked meant they were still close to the Dawn’s Beauty, and that was good.

Three weeks after the Battle of Windhelm, they could see a difference.

There were fewer Glaciers or Icebergs on their path. The Water was clear. Blue, dead cold, and terrifying, but clear of Ice.

Until it wasn’t.

Two days after they finally entered the Alien Waters of Nirn, the crew of the Divine Protector understood why the sea was called ‘Sea-Ghosts’.

 
Ship, Ho!” called a Sentry, looking ahead with her Spyglass.

There were indeed a few ships in front of them.

All three looked old, in the same style as the Ancient Jorvaskr (even if not even half as big)

Asmund looked at Ralof, “There ships are old, I bet.” His comrade nodded, “As old as ships can be. What would-“

Suddenly, the three ships, even though they looked to be empty of Crew, turned towards the Intruding Nordic Flagship.

The biggest one, with a strange mark on its helm, sailed towards them.

“Are they hostiles?” Ralof asked.

“It’s not whether they’re hostiles or not” Asmund replied, “What’s more important is whether we can even defeat them if they are”

Sofia Scoffed. “Do you see that? The old thing is rotten to the bone. My grandma’s old rowboat would stand better against us than these three. there’s no need for any of us to fear. We’ll just use our ice-breakers if they attack us.”