Fandom Skyrim: Alduin's head

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A short time after the fall of Alduin the dragon born who slayed him, settled down for a semi normal life in the town he grew up in with the love of his life at his side. Long after he passed the world of Skyrim remained mostly peaceful with the exception of a giant coming into town, of Draugr invading a mine every once in a while, but that was quickly taken care of, all was right with the world, at least that's what they all thought, the few dragons that survived went into hiding when Alduin was defeated, there they plotted and trained themselves, there numbers quickly grew, until one day, the bright sun was blocked out by the terrifying body of a dragon, they all emerged from hiding, and began to take back what they thought was rightfully theirs...skyrim. The dragons where known as Alduin's head, and they where the most feared things in skyrim, all hope was lost..until we found our voice......

 

[Fanta1]

Mason sat rotting in Falkreath jail. He contemplated whether or not he should have stolen the money, he had done runs like that countless times before, but it appeared his luck has ran out, he was caught stealing a large amount of gold from a Falkreath guard's estate, he had been locked up here ever sense, he feared the worst, for his execution was scheduled for tomorrow morning at eight. He began to pray to his gods in hopes he would be set free.......but then as time passed his prayers changed to.....he hoped it would be a quick death.


When all hope was lost, he accepted his fate, but suddenly there was a scream that cut through the silence from out side, it sounded like a woman screaming in fear, then there was a large yell that was much much deeper, he assumed a troll had invaded the town, and would be quickly stopped, but guards began to yell in pain as he heard arrows flying through the air. Mason was now concerned. "What the hell is going on out there!" He said worried. Just then a large club broke through the side of the prison. "Mason quickly jumped up in fear, as he realized it was a giants club, and where there is one giant there are more. He peered out through the large hole in the wall that the giant left, everyone was dead, then he looked back to the giant as it raised its club, staring straight at Mason, Mason knew he didn't stand a chance so he closed his eyes, and waited for the end....but suddenly there was a large commotion out side and the giant left to go inspect it. Mason was frozen in fear, but he forced him self to keep going. He went to the guard, lying dead on the floor, and began to put on his armor with insane speed, grabbing a the mans sword, and bow, he was ready to go, he began to run as fast as he could to a location he could hide out for a while. When he looked back his eyes grew wide, as a giant fell to the ground, but he was even more stunned looking at what put it there, the beast was bigger then the prison, with with dark golden scales, ice erupted from its mouth, as it used its tale to knock them over, "......that's.....that's a dragon." He whispered shocked.

 

[Rook]

"Raz, that's enough," Octe said sternly, waving away the bartender. Dead Man's Drink was nearly deserted, the only two non-employees being the drunk Dragonborn and his clearly frustrated companion.





"This one can drink plenty more, and you know it Octe," Razum'dar replied, laughing a bit. Even so, he nodded to the imperial, agreeing to stop drinking. "You are a gift from Khenarthi, Montebello. Never let this one fall into addiction again." He sighed as the memories of dealing skooma gently pushed his other fleeting thoughts away. He may not be a nord or dunmer, but drinking had always been one of his favorite pass times.





"You are going to be the death of me..." the knight replied, shaking her head. "I'm no gift from Kyne, but you know i won't let that happen to you. Now come on, Whiterun is still a two days journey from here, not counting the possible weather conditions. We should get going."





Razum'dar nodded, standing. He dropped a few septims on the counter before heading for the door, not waiting to see if Octe was following him. The legate sighed, smiling a bit before scooting out of her chair to follow him. Her steel plates clinked as she followed behind him, her helmet slightly bumping her waist, where it was securely fastened. The cold air nipped at her exposed cheeks as Raz opened the door, stepping into the slight breeze. His fur protected him from the breeze, but he was always aware of how cold Octe's imperial skin could get. Without a second thought, he pulled off his cloak and handed it to her, which she took gratefully.


A sudden roar took their mind off the air. Both soldier's eyes fixated on the invader- a giant, clothed in a traditional skirt of mammoth hide and troll bones. He swung his tree trunk club angrily, knocking down a few pillars supporting porches. Citizens ran in terror towards their houses, but Octe knew it would do little to protect them from the beast's strength. Giants were very intelligent creatures- what had provoked it to attack Falkreath?


Before either of them could run to action, another roar echoed across the valley. It came from much further away, but it sounded like it was coming closer by the second. "Is that..."





"A dragon! Come on Raz, we have to protect the citizens!" Octe shouted, drawing her steel longsword. It wouldn't do much against the dragon;s scales, but its belly was fleshy, unprotected. That was the only way they could hurt it. The dragon swooped down, his massive teeth sinking through the giant's tough skin. Frost emanated from the dragon's mouth, indicating that it was a frost dragon- far more dangerous than it's southern cousins. "Lets go!"

 

[SupremeCourtney]

Urzul strolled happily down the road, humming softly to herself while Shamar trotted at her side, tongue lolling out of his mouth. The Orc girl looked down at her companion, smiling slightly. "You have the look of a nobleman's lapdog, Shamar. You must learn to carry yourself in a more mature manner," she teased her shaggy war dog, to which the hound chuffed contently at his master.


Falkreath was a regular stop for Urzul, as the forests around the hold where thick and lush in life, especially with game. The only drawback seemed to be the lack of activity in the less populated area with the creepy graveyard Urzul made sure to avoid.The heavy hide of the great elk she felled and planned to sell kept her shoulders warm on this especially chilly day. She lamented in her head how much more chilly she'd be when the pelt was sold off her hands, but how oh so satisfying it will be to have some more coins to add to her purse.


A distant roar and a series of loud bangs and sounds of stone crumbling and screams of citizens jerked Urzul back to reality. Her breath catching in her throat, Shamar began to growl and dropped into a defensive stance. Her eyes shot down to her friend as she drew her supple Orcish bow, its body engraved with the names of her hunting partners and mother, and notched one of her people's arrows. "Stay by me," she whispered, and the dog's ears flicked as he fell in behind his master as she went into the trees and jogged toward Falkreath.


She couldn't believe her eyes as the front entrance came into view, a giant creature rising above the small town, it's breath the coldest of ice storms. She nearly dropped her bow and Shamar whimpered as she took cover behind a tree nearest to the entrance.


"A dragon...," she breathed.

 

[Archie]

Falkreath, quiet, bloody, nationalistic, its graveyard being its main attraction. Caius trudged through the town wearing imperial red and leather armor, his bow felt every couple of moments Yb his hand to show those supporting the stormcloaks that he was prideful of his roots, no matter how they had treated him, and was prepared to defend himself. The buff young man looked down from fatigue as he lead his horse Mercer along, patting his red and brown fur. He would just need to get to the Jarl, do the deal, sell the coins, and leave as soon as he could. Dismounting was a matter of respect. Caius matched the gaze of one of the guards who was staring him down. He would not be the first to look away, and, as it turned out, he wasn't. But these ego contests were quickly overshadowed by a bigger event.


A shriek, a boom, then a cry and many screams. "What's going on!?" Caius burst out, but obviously nobody answered, they just stared at him as the mist of ice cold frost and the shrieks of a dragon rose through the air.


He handed the reigns of the horse to the guard that he was just seconds ago staring down. "Take care of him!" the arrogant youth cried as he dashed through the winding roads to the square of the jail.


His eyes widened and the youth's first instinct was to hide... but no. He needed to make something of himself! Drawing his bow, he took aim at the creature, fired... and missed. While his shot was good, he was shaking, nervous. No, he told himself, no fear. He knew what would happen. Someone else would probably take this beast down, or they'd all die trying, and Caius would need to find a way to claim some credit as the brave youth who stood up first.

 

[Awesomeking]

Belak sat in his inn room, reading silently by the candle light. Having just arrived in Falkreath, he was exhausted and felt that he was due for some rest; which was why he had decided to read a book on famous Imperials. He took a moment to drink from the hot tea he had ordered, a special mix that had always been his favorite. Taste of spice and sweets filled his mouth as he drank the hot liquid, a small grin appearing as he drank the beverage.


His heart stopped and his mind froze; an ear shattering screech echoed throughout his small room. It was unlike any animistic sound he had ever heard, it gave his body a feeling of fear, though it felt more magical than natural. It was as if the sound resonated the pure emotion of fear with in his soul. The magical nature of this effect left no question in his mind on the source. Dragon. He said to himself. His cup came shattering onto the ground as he dropped it in awe; jumping up from his seat, Belak quickly grabbed his Daedric sword and his journal, saying a quick prayer and preparing his mind before opening his inn door and running outside. As he ran to face what he believed to be a dragon, his mind rushed with posssibilities, mostly about what seeing a dragon could do for his research; he had yet to face such and event first hand. The situation made both his warrior side and scholar side tingle with anticipation.

 

[SupremeCourtney]

While Urzul wasn't one to fling herself into combat just because, the amount of destruction the dragon was causing was more than evident. Bodies lay in the streets, whether unconscious or dead, she could not tell from the entrance. Landing on top of the guard's house, the dragon bellowed loudly and from his mouth came another frost storm.


She grimaced and looked over at her companion. "Stay. Here," she growled, not in a menacing way, but a in a stern and concerned tone. Shamar whimpered and laid down in the grass, hidden in the trees. Taking a final breath, gathering her nerves, Urzul ran from the trees and into the town. Adrenaline took over as she saw an elf running, carrying a sword she'd never seen before, one of black ebony and blood-red coloration. An exquisite piece of work, but against a dragon? She thought not. Arrows are what bring dragons down.


She then saw an Imperial, his bow drawn back as he fired an arrow, she ran up beside him, trying to ignore the bodies that laid in her wake.


"I'll cover you," she called, standing beside him and drawing back her arrow. She held, positioning on the dragon's throat, and fired. Her arrow hit it's mark, as she saw with smile. But it was no time to celebrate. The dragon turned towards them from his perch on the inn and opened his mouth.


"Malacath protect me," she whispered.

 

[Rook]

Raz hissed, narrowly dodging the steady stream of ice that the dragon spoke at them. "Last time this one had an imperial platoon at his back! How are we supposed to defeat the wyrm?" the khajiit called back, clenching and unclenching his fists.





"I'll think of something, just keep its attention! Make sure he doesn't see me!" Octe shouted back before taking off in a sprint towards the back of the inn. If she could get onto its back, she could stab between its scales. Of course, she would have to get onto the roof while clad in imperial legate's armor, which already reduced her vision noticeably. The price of protection... and fashion, of course.


Razum'dar roared and charged toward the beast, narrowly dodging its devastating bite. With a grunt, the khajiit dug his armored claws into the dragon's softer belly, earning a roar of anger. It wouldn't do any substantial damage, but it was distracted, yes? Octe took the chance and charged the beast, sword raised, but the ancient beast saw it coming, and slammed his tail into her chest plate. Montebello was knocked back, and couldn't stop her fall, rolling off the roof. Before Raz could check on her, the dragon swiped at him with his teeth, forcing the angered khajiit back.





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[Awesomeking]

Belak exited out into the open air, screams of terror and destruction instantly. Carrying his sword with him, Belak ran towards the dragon, which he saw in the sky. The monster was enormous, striking a sense of awe in Belaks soul, he was speechless because of the beast. His heart racing, he ran to a bakery and hid by the wall, he hadn't realized how close to the dragon he was, it was only a few blocks away. Belak noticed some other warriors preparing to fight the dragon, besides the city guards. Is this going to be enough? he said to himself, unsure if the members they had could defeat a dragon.

 

[Allyator]

The day started off like any other. Just regular guard duty. What Gaia thought was going to be another boring day, turned into the worst day of her life. First of all, a giant came out of nowhere and was attacking the city. Usually they kept to themselves. Gaia couldn’t figure out what would possessed it to attack Falkreath. She knew better than to attack it straight on since the club it wields could knock out anyone stupid enough to get close. Arrow after arrow, she shot at it but it didn’t seem like it was taking too much damage.


From bad to worse, a loud shriek pierced her ears and a winged shadow flew over head. The villagers and fellow guards yelled.


Dragon!


Gaia didn’t have time to wonder what the hell it was doing here. It wasn’t the first time she saw one but they were supposed to have gone away after their leader had been killed. She reached for another arrow to shoot at it but she grabbed at nothing but air. The giant took all the arrows she had. A feeling of panic wrenched at her gut.


Running off of pure adrenaline, she switched from her bow to her sword and shield. She looked around at her surroundings but could hardly process the destruction that was before her. A stream of frost that came from the beast's mouth knocked her out of her trance as she attempted to dodge it. The cold grazed her skin but she avoided the worst of it.


There is no way I am fighting that thing head on. She thought to herself.


The sight of a few other braves souls attempting to engage it made her feel slightly relieved but feelings of dismay returned when she saw all people who have fallen. Gaia decided at that moment to try and evacuate as many villagers as she could and hopefully find a few arrows lying around while at it.