Grimlok The Strong

Chapter Nine : A New Dawn

It's been three months.. The big orc was taking a rest in the Sleeping Giant Inn in Riverwood, exhausted. After spending the last  couple of days doing errands like killing bandits, dragons,  wolves and the like. He was after the next big adventure, but he refuses to visit the college of winterhold since he's bad with magic, he is not interested in that kid Aventus Aretino, and he couldn't give two shits about helping that man Brynjolf with his scheme. How can he find a 'big adventure' if he himself just doesn't like seeking big factions?

Grimlok sighed, it's his 5th drink and he still isn't drunk enough to get entertained. Remembering his previous companion Belrand, and how he dismissed him to Solitude since most of the things he does are pretty trivial and nothing too dangerous.. Belrand told him that he'll write to keep the orc updated with the Nord's journeys, and Grimlok appreciates it, though he hates reading.

"Orgnar, one more.." he said,

"Look, I appreciate you coming here. But our stack's running short." The equally grumpy nord replied, handing the orc a bottle of wine for some gold.

"I'm not happy about this either." Grimlok glared, "I'm an orc. I'm supposed to be out bashing people's skulls, not here gathering some ingredients for some novice alchemist." 

"If you wanted a job you should've said so from the first place." Orgnar huffed, reaching to beneath the counter and getting out a satchel full of papers.

"Anything goes." Grimlok said.

As he waits, he heard the door of the inn open, wind blowing in from outside and heavy footsteps entering and making their way closer. "Welcome to the Sleeping Giant inn," Orgnar said, looking up. Grimlok turned his head to look upon the new visitors.

Well they surely stuck out of the crowd. They had a unified armor, Grimlok figured they're a group. Their leader was also an orc, he was smaller compared to Grimlok and had lighter hair pulled back neatly into a ponytail. He nodded at Orgnar and looked around, his blank expression changed when he spotted Grimlok.

Our dragonborn was Armed to the teeth with his hedge knight armor, scratched and bent in some places. He wore an old cloak that resembled those the dragon priests wear, so he must've battled one, and those are tough to beat. He also has two swords mounted on his back, one was blue and gleamed just like a soul gem would, the other was as dark as night, clearly enchanted... He looks like a capable warrior.

"You there," the orc spoke. "We're looking for recruits for the dawnguard, a vampire hunter group. Interested?" He asked.

The inn suddenly got quiet at the mention of vampires. Sven, the bard, looked nervous and everyone else just stared.

"Vampire hunters? I thought you guys were banished after that incident with the jarl's son." Grimlok rose a brow.
Grimlok has heard about the origins of the Dawnguard. The jarl of Riften's son contracts vampirism, and in order to protect him, Fort Dawnguard was built and a group of men were hired to protect him. Although eventually, they had to put him down and this lead to their banishment.

The older orc grunted, "Vampires are now a growing threat, more than ever before. If you're not interested then just say so, I can't waste too much time here." He said, before turning his back and leaving.

"Slow down!" Grimlok stood up, "I didn't give you my answer." He said, putting down the half empty bottle of wine. "I'll join you, just tell me who to speak with."

The orc and his comrades smiled, "Got fire in your belly for killing vampires huh? Good. Head to Fort Dawnguard in Riften, and speak to Isran. He'll definitely have something for you." The orc instructed.

And so Grimlok began his journey across the land to Riften, it wasn't so eventful, as the only thing he faced were bears and wolves. He decided to take a rest in Riften's the Bee and the Barb before continuing.