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With the retreat of the dragons, Xa-Raku's arms flexed and pushed, palms out, at the air in front of them, centering himself in a magicka-focusing stance. He had expended much of his energy already, but still had enough to bring healing to those who were still on the brink of survival. He strode through the burning streets, hands alight with life energy, flowing it into the battered bodies strewn about until they were at least stable once more. When his reserves of magicka waned, his left hand instead glowed red, siphoning the magicka from his own lifeforce, and channeling it into the others. Life to magic, magic to life; in this way his magic knew balance, as did he. Though it caused him to grow pale and weak, there would be time enough to heal himself later. For now, there were others in far greater need. Hopefully those storm clouds would bring some much-needed rain to extinguish the burning buildings.
 
With a head of a freshly slained giant in her right hand, Zora looked up the sky and something along the blues of Whiterun caught her eyes. From where she was standing, it certainly looks like a dragon. Dragons. There were a pack of flying creatures hovering on the village, breathing fires and frosts while they're at it. Zora rubbed her eyes with her free hand to make sure that she wasn't just seeing things. Heck, she doesn't even know that dragons still roam the world. She was always told that the dovahkiin or the dragonborn, who was destined to end the terror of the dovahs, already swallowed their souls.


"I thought that dragons don't normally attack in groups." She furrowed her brows before she made her way to Whiterun, the head of the giant she has just slained still in her hand. She was asked by the innkeeper to slay the overgrown humanoid for some septims. The pay was pretty low but she could manage. Not like there are lots of offers these days. Just yesterday she brought back a prized lute for a bard and all she got in return was a hundred. It took her some "efforts" to persuade the bard to pay higher. Efforts that included unsheathing her scimitars.


Unfortunately, the moment she step foot on the Whiterun gates, the dragons already retreated long ago. Perhaps the defending forces from the Whiterun guards and warriors drove them away. She can even hear some victory words coming from a guard's mouth and a citizen weeping over an injured soldier. She walked past all these ruckus with a roll of her eyes before opening the doors of the inn. 


"Ah finally, somebody killed that dreaded giant." the innkeeper commented before tossing a small purse filled with gold coins to Zora. The redhead caught the coin purse and shoved it in her bag. "I still need work." the young werewolf sat on the stool and opened a mead before finishing it with one gulp. "That costs 5gold, dear." the innkeeper reminded her and as a reply, Zora grunted and glared, "I think I deserve this after killing that giant. I just solved your little tourism problem or something, didn't I?" the young female reasoned and snatched another bread from the plate that wasn't really for her. "I deserve this bread too." she smirked as she took a big bite from it. The innkeeper frowned just before she decided that arguing with Zora would be a waste of time and she have bigger problems that needs her attention.


"Dragons attacking Whiterun, what a twist." she muttered to herself as she stared throigh the windows looking up the wide sky where the dragons were before.
 
Taure Tavari said:
Annalise shielded her eyes from the billowing dust as the dragon took flight, looking up to see it retreating from the city. She glanced back at the town proper, seeing many buildings ablaze, and dozens of charred and torn bodies. The Breton released a small sigh of relief, spotting Amelie atop a building, already acting to suffocate the fires with spheres of magic. There was little Annalise could do now; for she was neither equipped to battle the fires, nor adept enough with magic to aid in the healing of the wounded. Instead she headed into Dragonsreach, which was otherwise undamaged - ignoring the large gouges in the roof from dragon claws - and noticed a number of guard inside along with the Jarl.


She scoffed, unsurprised that the leader of the town should remain inside away from the battle, and with no less than a small troupe of guards at his side as well. Annalise sheathed her blade, keeping her hand on the hilt of her sword to ensure it didn't beat against her leg, as well as for she didn't know how good of a reception she would receive concerning current events. The Breton approached the Jarl, the guards each with tight grips on their sword hilts as they watched her, before she stopped a number of paces from him.


Not bothering to bow her head, nor perform any respectful gesture, Annalise instead gave a pejorative look at the Nord, before talking, "The Dragons have retreated," She scoffed, "In spite of your lack of effort to stop them," She muttered, though once again raising her voice to re-address the Jarl, "I would recommend acting sooner, rather than later."


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"Indeed," Amelie gasped, jogging over to her sister's side, glancing briefly at Annalise. She breathed for a few seconds, catching her breath, mostly due to her magicka expenditure, "We should act fast, and hard. I do not doubt the dragons will attack again, if not here, then another city. They came here for an obvious purpose, instil fear, cause havoc, and devastate the city. They succeeded on all three counts, for the most part." She gestured to the surviving keep and Jarl, rolling her eyes. Amelie chuckled, seemingly randomly, before looking behind her. 


"Taure Tavari?!" She smiled widely, looking over to the cloaked Altmer, "I can tell your scent anywhere old mer." 


Taure sighed, removing his hood, before scowling at Amelie, "Thank you, Amelie. I wasn't intending on involving myself yet, but..." He rolled his eyes, "That's no longer an option." He ascended the small staircase into the main part of the hall, taking his place beside the sisters, before also addressing the Jarl. "Lady Montclair is not wrong, however. This attack was purposeful, and certainly not an act of anger or beastly rage." He walked slightly closer to the Jarl, alongside the large burning fire to his left, despite the looks of the guards. "Dragons are not pack animals," He looked at Grey-Mane directly, "Neither are they unintelligent creatures."


Amelie scoffed, "Considering the trouble they've cause me, I'd say they're little better than a common pest, no more than a rat or skeever." Taure gave the Breton a stern glance, silencing her, though not without another roll of her eyes.


"As I said, they're intelligent beasts, and solitary creatures. If they attacked due to hunger, they would have raided the cattle farms, not the city. It's my opinion that something, or perhaps someone is controlling them."


Annalise shuffled in her armour, "So, another Alduin?"


"No." Taure spoke confidently and firmly, "No, Alduin was a descendant of Akatosh, whom breathed life back into the dragons, returning them from the dead. The dragons served Alduin by fear and respect alike, for they owed him their allegiance." The Altmer shook his head, "With his defeat at the hands of the Dragonborn, the dragons should have dispersed; taking residence in the more solitary parts of the world - mountaintops, large caves, uninhabited swamps. More importantly, they are prideful, and they do not take orders. Whomever is controlling them now, they must be doing so by sheer force of will."


Amelie sighed, "Which means they must be more powerful than even the dragons." Taure glanced back nodding his head.



"It's possible that the larger dragon we saw was the one leading them, for he could have forced them to do his bidding, but I doubt it. Indeed I doubt that a dragon is controlling them at all, for they would have no reason to attack the city, nor the inclination to. We're dealing with someone whom bears a grudge, or innate hatred to man." Taure once more turned to the Jarl, "Which is why I propose we form a small force, and head North. The dragons headed towards the mountains there, and if we can reach the source of this issue we have a better chance of combating it."
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The Jarl glared a bit as Annalise and Amelie. "My men are not trained to deal with a pack of dragons, let alone one." He said, clearly angry. "So forgive me if I could not help beyond the guards that were already outside when they attacked." He added, before turning to listen to Taure's words. "Indeed it does seem that these dragons seemed to behave differently then the Dragons that were under Alduin's control, that is, if the stories are to believed." He said, nodding slowly as he sighed a bit again. "The three of you, feel free to take anything from my personal armory as a reward for your services." He said, nodding slowly as he spoke, turning to his House Carl. "And, you Taure was it?" He said, before nodding slowly. "You have my permission to use what ever you deem necessary for your goals. And if they are there, feel free to head over to Jorrvaskr and request help from The Companions, if they deem you worthy of their help that is."
 
The Altmer sniffed, glancing back at the sisters... that was easy. Not even a single question as to who he was; certainly made the job easier. "Right." He bowed slightly to the Jarl in thanks, "Much appreciated. I shall begin assembling a group immediately." He once more looked to the Montclairs, "Let's hasten to it."


"So rushed Master Tavari." Amelie grinned, "The man said we could help ourselves..." She glanced up at the Jarl, before yelping in surprise. Annalise had smacked her over the back of the head.


"We haven't time, and there'd be nothing of worth regardless. Our coffers are full, our armouries stocked; we have neither the need nor the space for Nordic junk." Annalise snapped, glowering at her sister. Taure sighed, shaking his head. Annalise couldn't do a better job of unintentionally insulting the natives if she tried.


He brushed past them, mumbling to the pair, "Let's leave before you cause trouble." Those two were such a nuisance. "We'll head to Jorrvaskr first. The Companions are well praised around here; I only hope they live up to their reputation."


"Minor problem Taure," Amelie sidled up next to him, as he raised an eyebrow. "In my experience, the mutts don't tend to get on well with our kind." The Altmer shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.


"Let's just hope a common cause can stop you murdering each other then." Annalise scoffed at his words, drumming her fingers against the hilt of her silver sword. Taure rolled his eyes. "Or can at least stop them killing you." The Breton glared at him.


"They wouldn't stand a chance." She retorted, causing Taure to scowl.


"It doesn't matter if they would or not, because you won't be causing any problems. The people can barely trust an Altmer as it is, and I don't need either of you riling the locals up, otherwise we might never resolve this issue."


Amelie chuckled. "Knew it." Taure looked to her for elaboration, "You're here on business as well, Taure, aren't you?" The Altmer scoffed, but remained silent, confirming her suspicions. By now the trio had descended the steps to Dragonsreach, and we're approaching the upper plaza, with Jorrvaskr just off to the left. "By the way," Amelie spoke up, "We should keep an eye out for an Argonian Monk. He was useful during the assault, which means he'll be useful on this quest." Taure simply nodded as they ascended the steps to the large boat shaped building.
 
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The argonian monk in question wasn't hard to find, being that he was still healing injuries around the upper plaza. He acknowledged the group as they headed to Jorrvaskr, eventually heading down the steps to find more survivors elsewhere in the town. It'd be an easy thing to catch up with him when they needed him. He even spared a moment to heal the great tree in the center of the plaza, in case it had been scorched by the flame.
 
Upon finishing her free meal, Zora exited the Bannered Mare before making his way to the Companions. Sure, she's not that great at socializing and speech but every now and then hanging around with fellow man wolves could make irrevelant feelings fade away. While she was on her way, the female werewolf noticed an Argonian monk healing the Gildergreen, the huge old tree adorning the Whiterun's square. She raised an eyebrow at this before trudging towards the Argonian and crossing her arms at him.


"Are you healing the Gildergreen?" she popped her question with a curious tone. It wasn't her first time seeing somebody use a healing spell but it was certainly a first for her to see somebody using the spell to heal a plant. Or a huge tree to be more specific.


@Krim
 
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Taure pushed the large doors to Jorrvaskr open, grumbling something about how despite his age, Amelie still deems it fit that the gentlemer open the door for the Lady. The Altmer sighed, though it was mostly just a huff of breath, before glancing back at the sisters, gesturing for them to remain docile.


Amelie, of course grimaced, though Annalise was more verbal about her distaste, "Smells like wet dog and piss in here. Pestilent group of beasts."


Few people had reason to enter this place, unless they were hopefuls or the city guard, and so naturally the entrance of an elderly mer and two extravagantly dressed women, one of which wearing intricately designed silver plate and a silver sword and dagger strapped around her waist, would garner some attention. It was either an impressive or imposing sight, hopefully only the former.


"I've come in search of Kodlak Whitemane, leader of the Companions. I wish to speak with him." Taure spoke aloud, garnering what attentions weren't already on them. There was a short silence, and a few downcast eyes, as though the mer had spoken something of an ill subject.


"Cat's got their tongues?" Amelie muttered snidely, chuckling lowly, before brushing her fringe back slightly. "Well, where is he?" She spoke up, "We're in a bit of a hurry. Dragon attack and all... so..." She quirked an eyebrow crossing her arms, as one of the companions approached the trio.
 
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@Taure Tavari


It was then that a younger looking Nord, clearly just into manhood, approached the group. "I'm afraid Kodlak died a few years back." He said, bowing his head a bit, as the others did at the mention of Kodlak's name. "And the current Eldest is off on a hunt, with the other, stronger members of The Companions." He added, nodding his head, as a similarly young woman approached the group. "If you have business with The Companions, then you may speak to me." She said, nodding slowly, addressing the Altmer solely. "If your visit is due to the dragons, then The Companions already are dealing with it, as The others went off to the north to escort one of the Greybeards." She added, nodding again as she rested a hand upon her hip. "He claimed to know why the dragons have been travelling in pack of four or five these past few months."
 
Taure's brows raised at the mention of Kodlak's death. He hadn't been amicable with the man, nor even well acquainted, but at least he knew what kind of a man he was. The mer would have to judge their new leader in the midst of whatever was to come. He hummed, "Well, you have whatever sympathy I can offer; and that of my friends too." Annalise scoffed.


"Good riddance, I'd say. Hircine's dogs are uncontrollable - the fewer the better." The Breton received some bitter looks, as one could expect when slandering a dead man - especially one so respected.


"Enough Annalise." Taure grumbled, before turning back to the female Companion, "Then could you give us an indication of where they headed? This Greybeard could be of considerable use to us."


Amelie stepped forward, "If he's still alive," She spoke to the Altmer, "But chances are the lot of them have been slaughtered by dragons." The young Companion's expression soured, "A group of poorly trained mutts against a horde of dragons and whatever power controls them," She chuckled, "Fools." 


Taure sighed, giving an apologetic look to the Companions, "Well, whatever danger they might be in; the sooner we get to them, the sooner we can be assured of their well-being."
 
The young woman nodded slowly at Taure, sighing softly. "As I said, they headed north." She said, sighing a bit after she spoke, shaking her head. "That is all we know, as he refused to inform us exactly where he was heading." she said, shaking her head still. "You are welcome to use the empty rooms here to rest, if you insist on waiting for the Greybeard." She then said, turning to head out the back of the hall. "Only you though. Not those Bretons though, they will have to find lodging elsewhere, as I can smell their hatred for us from here."


@Taure Tavari
 
"I am." The argonian replied to Zora, "It was burned as well." He said this as if no other explanation was needed. He had, of course, come to the aid of the people first, but nonetheless the tree had been scorched too, so he healed it. "It is an art of many tree-minders, though I am not one myself." As if that weren't obvious. There were no hist trees in Skyrim.


@ThatDove
 
Amelie chuckled, "Oh, darling. I don't hate you." She smiled wickedly, "To hate someone takes effort, and well... you're just not worth that effort." Taure gave the Breton a dirty look, gesturing for Amelie to keep quiet, before turning back and giving an apologetic look to the Companion.


"I appreciate the offer, but the day is still young, and for fear of the worst; I'd deem it best we depart as soon as possible." The Altmer smiled to the young woman, "You have my gratitude for the aid you could give, and you have my promise that I'll do my utmost to ensure the safe return of your friends - though I am sure they have managed to take care of themselves." He didn't want to insult the abilities of the Companions by implying they need help, just to re-assure that he would offer his help regardless, hoping she wouldn't take offence. Annalise tapped her foot impatiently, scoffing at the antics.


"Yes, this is all very pleasant and eloquent Master Tavari; you're a diplomat in all matters it seems." Her expression hardened, "But time is wasting. We should move." Taure glanced back briefly, nodding his head. Annalise was right, the more time wasted, the more potential for problems.


"Indeed." He bowed slightly to the Companion, "Thank you again." The mer retreated a few steps, before turning to usher out the sisters. He glanced back when at the doorway, "Farewell," before slipping through and descending the stairs with the sisters.


"Ah," Amelie called out, looking over to the Gildergreen, "There he is." Taure looked over at the Argonian, noticing him currently conversing with a young woman. The Altmer nodded, walking ahead of the sisters, and towards the two by the tree. He didn't want to intrude, and so stood aside for a moment, waiting for an opportune moment to-


"You." Annalise trudged over to the Argonian, standing between him and the other woman, "My sister says you were an able hand against the dragons. We're headed North to resolve the issue, you should join us." She turned around to the woman, "You too if you're capable." Taure sighed, rubbing a hand on his forehead, cursing his luck. These two were a royal pain sometimes.
 
Riffolk wakes from his meditation. It has been a while of traveling, and he is finally at the Skyrim border. Riffolk gets up and stretches. He takes his Greatsword and equips it before going north. It would be great if Riffolk found civilization. Or better yet, a map. (Sorry if it sounds bad. And short.)
 
When the argonian finished speaking, Zora couldn't help but smirk. "Oh sorry for the interruption, it's just that..it's so rare to find people that truly cares about others here in Tamriel and then there's you caring and healing a plant." her words were of course, based on her experience. In all her years, most of the people she had encountered only cared about how many bloated purses of septims they could get when finishing a certain something for somebody. She studied some burnt parts of the trees, she long ago concluded that the dragons caused it (it was rather obvious with the fire and all), "Do you know anything about the dragons?" the werewolf couldn't help but let her curiosity get ahead of her again and asked the monk. 


@Krim
 
The woman, growling softly again, slowly moved from the shadows, her features seeming a mix of both dragon and human. "Roughly One hundred years ago, Alduin, rose from the ashes and attempted to end the world with his dragons." The grey beard said, unfazed by her looks. "So, I ask again, what makes you think your dragons will be better?" As he spoke, he heard the large flapping that was the clear sign of dragons arriving. "I make no claim to have the same goals as Alduin grey beard." The woman said, her eyes filled with slight anger. "My goals deal with a much more important threat. One that deals with otherworldly things." She continued, still glaring. "And it would be best if you stayed out of my way."
 
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