Dovahkiin (Part 1)

*Breathe, breathe, BREATHE gods damn it!! You're almost there, have to kill the dragon, HAVE to kill the dragon...! Thorin rushed through the trees with all his might; he knew where the dragon was headed, not where it was. He hoped he could stop the attack, but dragons were a beast of no other sort. He's only killed a few, but every time he does he swears he becomes stronger. CLIFF! He leaned into a tree, grabbing it with his all might to stop his momentum. He caught his breath as he recovered, glancing over the edge and shaking his head. This isn't Highrock, this isn't Cyrodill, and he had better wise up faster. A rumble in the ground, a sharp breeze, the Dragonborn turned and looked to the sky to see Nahagliiv fly over head, roaring his claim to dominance. Thorin barely watched for a second before getting on the move again. Damn heavy iron, just wait until he gets that elvish armor...*

*The city was in sight, he didn't have much farther to go. He was able to jump from rock to rock down the cliff, hitting the ground and running, fury rising in his heart as he watched the dragon start to attack the village. He was too late, the Dragon wanted more than a fight with the Dragon-born, it wanted to give him something to fight about, and to test his thu'um. The snow was starting to fall, the stiff cold breeze almost made him shiver; he knew he would have to become hardy like the native Nords. People of all sorts fled for their lives, a few looking at him slack-jawed as he approached the burning city, as if he had a death wish. The dragon flew over-head, Thorin used his "Unrelenting Force" shout, catching the dragon in mid-air, it caught itself before it hit the ground, but now its attention was on Thorin. It came about and swooped to the ground, Thorin unsheathing his blade and grabbing his shield as the dragon roared at him.*

*He struck the dragon, leaping to the side to dodge a massive bite, quickly clawing at the ground to gain some distance from the dragon as he tried to get up. The dragon turned to face Thorin, fully trusting his instincts to tell him what to do. He jumped, barely over the dragons head as it tried to bash him. He lunged at the dragon, pushing his sword deep into its neck and shoulder, the dragon roaring out greatly in pain. Thorin yanked out the blade, turning around and blocking the frost breath of the beast with his shield, though it felt like his shield burnt from the Thu'um of the dragon. Thorin jumped back to the front of the dragon, and slashed at the dragon again, it stumbled back and roared to the sky in pain. Now seeing his chance to finish it off, he ran up and jumps on to its neck, barely able to get to his feet, and then sink the blade through the dragons skull. Its limp body dropped against the snowy ground, Thorin taking huge deep breaths as he recovered from such a rush of battle. He yanked his blade out, stepping off of the dragons skull as it's scales started turning to flame. Thorin fell to his knees and slumped over, suddenly feeling the rush of the dragon’s soul flowing into his body, and learning another word of power. He rose from the ground and sheathed his blade and put back his shield, looking at the destroyed city. So much damage, so little time...* 

*He turned to start picking remaining scales and some bones off the beast, movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention, seeing only a young female. She looked like a Nord, wet ash covered her face, she had a sword in hand, but she looked quite unable to use such a thing. He went back to his work, the young lady approached slowly.* H-how did you do that...?? *He glanced at her.* I'm the one called Dovahkiin. You should get out of here if you are smart, bandits are sure to be here before nightfall to sack the city. *Come to think of it, it wasn't a bad idea. She knelt before him.* P-please... would you teach me...? *He huffed, it almost made him laugh.* Teach you what? Do you even know what you carry in your palm?? *She frowned, but obviously she kept her patience.* It... It was my father’s sword... *He finally worked off a scale, taking a breath and turning to her. She had ragged clothing, must have been the daughter of a soldier, from the looks of the people that had run past him earlier they seemed to be Stormcloaks.*

That sword forges destiny, your ability to use it is the driving force behind that blade. What could a little girl do? *He could see the anger rising in her heart, she laid the sword on the ground, bowing her head.* PLEASE, give me a chance to prove myself! *He took a few steps towards her.* Whats your name? *She glanced up at him.* I-i'm Sasha, Windrunner. *He rubbed his chin with his hand, slowly thinking it over. He finally shook his head.* I work alone; a child would hold me back. I am Thorin, I hail from Highrock in Cyrodill, and yes, I am a breton. I haven't been in Skyrim for very long, the only difference I see here in Skyrim is that the face of Tamriel is different. It's all the same elsewhere, fight or die, hunt or be hunted, No hesitation. To be roaming the lands constantly means survival of the fittest. You would be best to move along and find what family or friends you have left. I Am sorry for your loss. *He picked up his remaining loot from the dragon, deciding to leave the place just in case bandits were here sooner than he thought they would be.*

*It was frostfall now, on two different occasions she had found him in the taverns and begged an audience with him, but he refused her both times. Now he was in Windhelm, after an interesting investigation of a recent murder, he relaxed alone in his rented room, reading a book on some mage who had channeled the power of destruction magic through his own body. It was a gruesome tale, though he learned much from the odd wizard’s experiences. There was a knock on his door, he glanced up.* Come in. *As he had suspected, it was Sasha, she was almost never far behind him now. She had acquired for herself some fine fur armor, and a sturdy steel shield. She knelt before him.* Thorin, I will continue to follow you until you agree to teach me your ways. *He sighed and put the book down, standing before her, there was no denying now, she could indeed trifle with the unforgiving lands of Skyrim and prove victorious.* Fine, I will take you as my pupil. *She almost jumped with joy and was about to hug him, he put his hand out and stopped her though, a serious look on his face.*

If I tell you something, will you do it? *She nodded quickly.* What stars were you born under? *She replied.* The Lord. *He nodded slowly.* I see. Thirty years of age I am, born under the stars of the Ritual. Until heartfire I roamed Cyrodill as a mercenary, it seems the stars brought me to this land of Skyrim. Find me again tomorrow; I have a test for you. I am to hunt down a bandit leader in a cave southeast of this hold. I will help you infiltrate the cave, but you must kill the leader yourself. *She gulped, she had fought a number of bandits, escaped from a bear, hunted deer and other game, even crossed swords with an Orc, she wondered if she could really do it. She nodded though. He smiled little.* Good... *He pulled out a handful of septims and held them to her.* Get yourself a room and some food, rest easy until mid-day on the morrow, we want to take the bandits during the night. *She nodded, oh the excitement that rushed through her, after tireless tracking and scavenging, she was finally able to get the chance to prove she could be of use to him! She left in a rush to do as he asked. Thorin sat back down in his chair and gulped his mead, he had a book to finish.*