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He nodded and roared as he drew his sword, charging towards the bandits. He took one down with a swift chop to the head, a chunk of his skull missing. Vermundr felt something hit his back, hard. He turned around, his armor undamaged. Before the bandit could react, he had a chunk of steel...

"I don't really know. I tend to stay away from those ancient ruins. Maybe find myself an ancient sword. Those older Nords sure knew how to craft a blade." He continued walking, always staring up at the looming mountain.

"That's the one! He can work wonders with that Skyforge of his... Ill introduce you when we go to meet the Jarl about the dragon attack." As Ora dispatched the bandits with brutal efficiency, one tried to sneak up behind Vermundr, putting him in a headlock. Vermundr flipped him over his head...

Vermundr nodded. "Had a sword in my hands almost before I could walk, my father being a sellsword and all. Old man taught me well... I was always the best student to... I loved training with him..." His face was still steady, but deep in his eyes you could see sorrow and pain. He looked down...

Vermundr took the sacks and hoisted them over his shoulder, walking down the road. "Don't sweat it if people see us. Most I've met aren't too keen to attack a large man with a giant sword." He said smiling slightly. As they walked, he took in the scenery around him. As violent as he could be...

Vermundr stood up slowly, cracking his neck. "If you feel like pissing off the dead, who am I to stop you?" He said, walking down the road slowly. "Lets go get rich, lady." He looked up the mountain at the ruins. This was gonna be a long day...

"Not to me. The only good vampire is a dead one." As they finally got to Riverwood, he walked with Ralof to the mill, where he met his sister, Gerdr. Ralof told her of the dragon and how they escaped. Gerdr suggested that they go inform the Jarl of Whiterun. Vermundr left them to talk and went...

Vermundr shrugged, his face showing no emotion as always. "Not anymore. I only had my father growing up... Good man. He was always a sellsword, never content to sit at home. Some miners hired him to clear out a vampiric lair... and he contracted Sanguinari Vampiris. I woke up one day with him...

Vermundr talked quietly as they walked several yards behind Ralof. "Ah... Whiterun. Its a grand place. Pride of Skyrim, they call it. For good reason to. Its home to many great warriors, and even better smiths. We oughta stop there after Riverwood for some supplies. What about you? Don't see...

Vermundr was happier than he ever thought possible to be back out in Skyrim's harsh cold. As he watched the dragon fly away, he silently thanked Talos for getting him out of there alive. He grunted when she said his name, assuring her that she was correct. He listened to her proposal and...

Vermundr shrugged as Ora killed the creature, and retrieved her arrow as she ran off. He collected the bear's claws and skinned it. Bear pelts could be worth some coin... He ran to catch up with the woman, and he saw light coming from up ahead. He smelled the pine forests. He felt the icy air...

He nodded and followed Ralof through the caves, the air getting steadily colder. He knew they were getting close to the surface. Ralof put a hand on his chest suddenly, crouching down, and whispering. "Quiet. There's a bear over there... looks like she's sleeping. We could try to sneak past...

Vermundr nodded at her comment about his new blade, and followed the Stormcloaks in to the next room, when he saw the Imperials, he wasted no time in charging, a brutal battle cry emanating from within his body as he ran one of the soldiers through with his sword. As he freed his blade an...

Vermundr watched in a sort of sickened awe at the redguard woman. She fought with a ferocity that could rival that of many Nords. And he loved it. By the time he got in to the fray, it was already over, and he went about looting the bodies. Ralof gave him a few lockpicks, and after breaking...

Vermundr watched as she killed the Imperials before they even knew what was happening. She was more competent in a fight than he had assumed, and he made a mental note not to get in her way. He found a few potions on a shelf and looted some septims from the imperials, grabbing a shield as...

Vermunder chuckled slightly. "Suits you well." He said. Ralof led deeper in to the keep, grabbing a torch off the wall and walking through the gloom. He was about to cross through a long tunnel before the ceiling collapsed violently. "Well, I guess we aren't going that way." He said...

Vermundr nodded grimly, taking the axe and gripping it hard in his hand, he and Ralof hid on either sides of the door, unbeknownst to the Imperials. They opened the door and one raised her sword to cut Ora down, but suddenly had an axe lodged in her abdomen. Ralof executed the second Imperial...

Vermundr followed Ora and Ralof in to the Keep of Helgen, the ceiling shaking occasionally, with loose rocks falling here and there. The dragon's rage could be heard through the walls, until it eventually went all quiet as Ralof cut the bindings off of the two prisoners. Vermundr worked the...

Vermundr followed, as fast as he could, although rather clumsily. He led the way down a wall, before the dragon slammed down right above them, Vermundr hugged the wall, the dragon's wing hanging over him as it breathed fire, roasting several people at once. He motioned for the redguard woman to...

As soon as he realised he may get out of this alive, Vermundr scrambled to his feet, sprinting after the girl and Ulfric. Ralof slammed the door closed behind them as he came in last. "What in Oblivion was that?" Vermundr asked, obviously shocked. I thought dragons were just tales told to...