The Last Dragonborn rode silently through Labyrinthian, he recalled being here on several different adventures. Bringing the Dragon Priest masks here, exploring the labyrinth and the ruins, then of course there was the Staff of Magnus. That quest had opened his eyes to the truth of the Arch-Mage before him, the man had pushed his friends forward and caused their deaths. This also opened his eyes at his true strength, if a group of college mages ranging from the school of Conjuration and Destruction could all be slain by a single Dragon Priest yet he walked out with very little trouble or a threating wound. Of course then he was ambushed by that Thalmor idiot, which he gutted as soon as he opened his mouth.
Though he sided with the Empire during the Civil war, he hated the Thalmor with every being of his body. Much like he hated the Blades, where the Grey-Beards put him to the test and presented him with the Way of the Voice for him to walk down, he was not told to walk down the path nor were they disappointed at his choice as a son of Akatosh. The Blades had forced him to help them, while they claimed to be his allies they wanted to use him to slay all Dragons. He would never harm Paarthurnax, Odahviing or Vedfoah. Paarthurnax was his mentor and trainer in the dragon tongue, Odahviing was his well body guard and Ruvaakfoah had sworn to be his ally when Aludin had been killed.
Shadowmere's hooves crunched the frost as he trotted, his first stop was Whiterun as he would remove the threat in his favorite town. A Frost Troll let out a loud roar but Raven ignored it and clipped his heels into his horse's side and he took off like a shot.
It wouldn't be long before he was at Whiterun, though he had only been in Skyrim for a few short months or around two years. The town had expanded a little, when he first came the walls were falling apart but he told the Jarl that he should build them up, which he agreed to after Ulfric had attacked his hold.
He was well liked in the city and was the Harbinger of the guild within, though he felt as if he never truly earned the right. Kodlak had been murdered before Raven had the chance to learn much about the man or the duties of Harbinger but with the help of the Twins and Aela he was doing well.
He gave a friendly nod to the people he passed and removed his helmet when he passed through the gates, he clipped it his sword belt and slid his shield onto his back. It wasn't long before he was at the Hall of the Dead.
An elderly priest of Arkay by the name of Andurs looked up from his book "Ah Raven, Hello." He greeted with a smile.
"So, what seems to be the problem?" He asked slipping on his helmet and shield.
Andurs stood slowly and led him to an opening in the catacombs "This wall was broken down by Dragur, I have never heard of them being in anything but Nordic Crypts." He explained.
Raven nodded "Send word to my circle and have one of them guard this post, you should start sealing this wall." He explained, this couldn't be the entrance to the Crypt so if they sealed it while he explored he would find his way out again.
Andurs nodded and made his way back up the stairs.
Raven let out a sigh "This, will be fun." He said smirking widely.
With that he took a step back the large hole in the wall.
Serana stretched out in her coffin, Harkon had a room made for her and she slipped into a dreamless sleep that night. Well it wasn't exactly dreamless but all she really saw was black, normally she was haunted by the memories of Bal's summoning day since she had been given her vampire gift. This was the first time that she had slept so soundly, the black figure in her sleep had piercing ice blue eyes that seemed to be like winter.
She quietly made her way down to the main hall, the place was basically empty around this time of the day but she always was an early riser. As she made her way to the table for breakfast she almost walked into a brute with red armor "Hello, Serana. Miss me?" His Nordic voice purred at her.
