The Adventures Of Fjord

The Adventure Begins

Fjord Talonslash, the Khajiit, stared at the daunting task ahead of him. He was to walk up the seven thousand steps to High Hrothgar, to see the Greybeards.  Well, I better get started. Wouldn't want to get caught at night... He began walking, step by step. His Ebony armor clinked with the stone of the steps. He wondered why the Greybeards had summoned him, of all people. He was just an ordinary Khajiit, who moved to Skyrim seeking adventure. He did fight a dragon a while back though... 

The scales had melted off its body into tendrils of fire, which he had absorbed. He felt knowledge fill him, and instinctively shouted.

"Fus!" A guard caught the shout in the stomach, and he stumbled. Fjord attempted to shout again, but to no avail. It must have some sort of cool down...

"You.. Are Dragonborn..." The surprised guard had stated.

Fjord pulled his thoughts back to the present when a particularly bad gale hit him. The tawny and white fur on his face was whipped back, making false whiskers. Great, now it's storming. Judging by these markers, I'm only halfway up.  A loud roar interrupted his thought process. He drew his sword, and readied his shield. Expecting a dragon, Fjord was not prepared when a large frost troll leapt off the ridge above him, roaring. It knocked him to the ground, and dug its claws into his armor. It creaked beneath the pressure, but didn't give in. Fjord pushed the troll off of him with Fus. He danced around his attacker, waiting for his shout to recharge. He felt energy surge through him, and flame left his lips.

"Yol!" The frost troll shrieked, its fur catching on fire. Fjord quickly ended its life. He took a moment to collect himself, before examining his wounds. His armor chestplate had been dented from the troll's claws, but thankfully nothing else seemed to be damaged. Fjord was lucky.

Fjord took a deep breath of the bitingly cold air, and continued up the mountain. Through the snow that was falling, he could make out the silhouette of a frost dragon. Blending in perfectly with the snow.  Was it stalking me this whole time?  He took his bow and arrows out of his bag, and shot one into the distance. Fjord heard a small roar, more like a yelp. He had hit his target. Expecting a fight, Fjord readied his bow, but nothing came. The beast had fled. Unusual behaviour for a dragon...  

After another three hours of trekking, through the snow and ice, the storm had cleared and Fjord could see High Hrothgar, not too far away. He didn't notice the Breton coming up on his position.

"Hey milk-drinker!" Fjord whipped around, glaring at the Breton through icy blue eyes.

"Don't call me that. I don't have time for you right now." On closer inspection the strange individual was wearing armor he'd never seen before. Almost like engraved leather, but more durable looking.

"I want to fist-fight you. 100 gold that I win, kitty."

"I'll take that bet." Fjord fought the strange woman, and gave her a bloody nose and several small puncture wounds due to his claws. She submitted.

"Here's your 100 gold. You earned it." Accepting his payment, the strange woman began to walk down the mountain, soon disappearing around a corner. Fjord paid the odd encounter no mind, as he was at his destination. He pushed the great iron doors of High Hrothgar open and walked inside.

Fjord was greeted by an old man.

"Welcome to High Hrothgar. I am Argenir, Fjord."

"Why have I been summoned here?"

"Ah, a curious one. We have summoned you here because you are Dragonborn."

"I'm not very familiar with old Nord legends..." Fjord scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

"You don't need to be. It's just your typical chosen one legend."

"The gist of it is?"

"You are destined to slay Alduin, the World-Eater. You will do so by learning shouts."

"Who is Alduin? Why can't you kill him yourself?"

"Alduin is the first-born of Akatosh, the god of time. He desires to put the dragons in the place of the divines, and have them worshipped. We cannot kill him, as the one who does this must be able to absorb dragon souls." Fjord groaned internally at these words. Of course it was him who had to save the world.

"What are shouts?"

"Shouts are dragon phrases, consisting of three words. The more words are used, the more powerful a shout. Some only work with all three words, like a call dragon shout. The more words are used, the longer you have to wait for the shout to recharge."

"Wait, wait wait. Are you telling me that I can just yell a dragon's name, and It'll just show up and fight me?"

"Yes. Although, that wouldn't be a very wise decision."

"What does Alduin's name translate to? Just curious."

"Destroy, Devour, Master." Fjord shivered. Whoever this dragon was, they meant business. 

"Are you going to teach me some words of power?"

"Yes. Come to the courtyard." Fjord followed Argenir outside, eager to learn new words.

"Ro! That is the second word of Unrelenting Force. Absorb its knowledge.

"What, like Herma-Mora?" Fjord snickered. Argenir pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. For an adult, he sure acted like a teenager.

"No, just walk up to it." Glowing blue tendrils of light snaked off the ground, weaving up Fjord's legs, torso, arms, finally reaching his head. It absorbed through his armor, right into his core. He felt the knowledge resonate deep within him.

"Now try your shout on me."

"Fus, Ro!" Argenir stumbled backward and landed in the snow.

"Impressive. Your Voice is strong." 

Fjord learned the rest of Unrelenting Force that day, and a new full shout, Whirlwind Sprint. He headed inside for warmth after an hour of training of his words, to find Argenir sitting on the floor meditating. Fjord gently tapped him on the shoulder to bring him back to Skyrim.

"Yes, Fjord?"

"Do you need anything done? I'd like to repay you for this knowledge."

"As a matter of fact, we do. We need you to retrieve the Horn Of Jurgen Windcaller. It's in a Draugr-infested crypt not too far from here. I'll mark it on your map." Fjord sighed, and handed his map to Argenir, who marked a little 'x' where the crypt was located.

"Here. Good luck, Dragonborn." It's Fjord. Gah, this'll be a problem.  Oh, what am I thinking? This'll be of the least importance considering the world's about to end. Fjord walked out of High Hrothgar and made for the crypt...

A/N

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