Forges-Many-Blades had been gone for almost a month. Jordis didn't seem too worried but Scouts-Many-Marshes constantly kept looking out the window, anxiously waiting for him to walk by. However, news of Imperial victory reached home quick.
"The Imperials seized the Jagged Crown from the Stormcloaks!"
"It's official! Jarl Balgruff is a supporter of the Imperial army!"
The Imperial army just took over Fort Dunstad!"
"...Fort Greenwall!"
"...Kastav!"
While the citizens of the city thought primarily of a Nord or perhaps an Imperial from Cyrodiil dressed in armor charging into combat, Scouts knew that Forges was involved in every last bit of it. Jordis did say he was in the Imperial army, after all. But when he heard that the Empire was planning to attack Windhelm, Scouts couldn't help but worry. The thought of the Imperial army, after all their accomplishments, falling to the hands of the Stormcloak city was not a pleasant one.
That night, Scouts couldn't sleep. He couldn't get his mind off of Forges-Many-Blades. But as to why, he didn't know. Perhaps Scouts-Many-Marshes didn't feel safe without him. Maybe the silence was overwhelming. Whatever that reason was, it was enough to convince Scouts to mutter a quiet prayer.
"I call upon you, Divines, Akatosh and Dibella. Arkay and Mara. Stendarr and Julianos. Kynareth and Zenithar. Guide him through the flames of war and emerge a victor, a hero. Let him return alive and well so I may see him once more..."
And with that, Solitude fell into silence...
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An Unexpected Rescue
Storie d'amoreAU where Argonians are used as slaves in Skyrim. Scouts-Many-Marshes sat in his cold cell, waiting for the guards to drag him to his death. What he didn't expect was to be taken to a random spot in the road and given to his new owner. What was the r...
