OnlyThePie
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Hjor was pleased that the Watch hadn't come across anything unusual. The stench of death in the air, while strong, didn't bother him. He'd been in enough Crypts and Tombs that the smell would probably never bother him again. He was glad the Imperial was willing to speak with him, he was worried nobody would speak at all on the way to the fort.
The Imperial had clearly not had the chance to remember his name yet, but then again, Hjor hadn't learned his name either. They all had something to learn. "Judging by your gear and looks, I wouldn't call you a stranger to battle, correct?" The Imperial grinned, but Hjor wasn't sure whether it was real or not. "I take it you prefer using those blades of yours instead of ranged weapons in combat?"
Hjor glanced down at the sword in his hand. It glowed incredibly faintly, almost imperceptibly, with a dark orange hue. "I prefer my Greatsword usually." Hjor said, gesturing to the dark green blade protruding from the center of his pack, which he had remade to hold more than one sword. "These other three swords are ancient." He gestured to the sword protruding from the left of his pack, "This is Sculbar, I took it from the Bandit Chief who killed my Mother and Sister. It has some kind of frost enchantment on it, but it's stronger than anything I've ever encountered." As he said "Frost" it glowed ice blue, faintly.
Hjor gestured to the sword on the right side of his pack "This is Dvendral. After I found Sculbar, I became obsessed with it. It led me across Skyrim in a search for it's purpose. I discovered the three blades unlock the tomb of the ancient king, Braaldur." Hjor grabbed a rag from his pocket and polished his left gauntlet as he spoke. "Dvendral moves faster than any blade i've ever witnessed, and seems to respond to the wind. I found it stabbed into the top of a massive tree." As he said the word "wind" the blade glowed a similarly imperceptible shade of green.
He hefted the sword out of his scabbard, putting away the rag. "And this is Jovus. I don't know what it does yet. I haven't used it. I pulled it out of a cliff over a crypt just a month before all this happened."
Hjor glanced around, suddenly fearful. "But these blades, despite their power, come at a terrible price. They speak in your head as you use them, and fill you with memories that are not your own. Sculbar is the worst, but Dvendral has the same effect. This is why I prefer my own weapon to these monstrosities. But I fear we may need their power in the coming months ahead."
Hjor shook his head. "Sorry, am I boring you? I'm Hjor by the way." he said, laughing.
The Imperial had clearly not had the chance to remember his name yet, but then again, Hjor hadn't learned his name either. They all had something to learn. "Judging by your gear and looks, I wouldn't call you a stranger to battle, correct?" The Imperial grinned, but Hjor wasn't sure whether it was real or not. "I take it you prefer using those blades of yours instead of ranged weapons in combat?"
Hjor glanced down at the sword in his hand. It glowed incredibly faintly, almost imperceptibly, with a dark orange hue. "I prefer my Greatsword usually." Hjor said, gesturing to the dark green blade protruding from the center of his pack, which he had remade to hold more than one sword. "These other three swords are ancient." He gestured to the sword protruding from the left of his pack, "This is Sculbar, I took it from the Bandit Chief who killed my Mother and Sister. It has some kind of frost enchantment on it, but it's stronger than anything I've ever encountered." As he said "Frost" it glowed ice blue, faintly.
Hjor gestured to the sword on the right side of his pack "This is Dvendral. After I found Sculbar, I became obsessed with it. It led me across Skyrim in a search for it's purpose. I discovered the three blades unlock the tomb of the ancient king, Braaldur." Hjor grabbed a rag from his pocket and polished his left gauntlet as he spoke. "Dvendral moves faster than any blade i've ever witnessed, and seems to respond to the wind. I found it stabbed into the top of a massive tree." As he said the word "wind" the blade glowed a similarly imperceptible shade of green.
He hefted the sword out of his scabbard, putting away the rag. "And this is Jovus. I don't know what it does yet. I haven't used it. I pulled it out of a cliff over a crypt just a month before all this happened."
Hjor glanced around, suddenly fearful. "But these blades, despite their power, come at a terrible price. They speak in your head as you use them, and fill you with memories that are not your own. Sculbar is the worst, but Dvendral has the same effect. This is why I prefer my own weapon to these monstrosities. But I fear we may need their power in the coming months ahead."
Hjor shook his head. "Sorry, am I boring you? I'm Hjor by the way." he said, laughing.