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( ehhh. that fine but pleas stop instantly killing the opposition with one post. )

( ok. ) the creature made a roaring noise. it was a snow bare. one of the biggest badest bares in skyrim. and he had just embedded an iron arrow halfway into its chest. it got up and charged towards the source of the arrow.

( dude they can't even see it yet. )

they proceeded down the path until bronzeshine saw an animal track and wave out his torch. bending down into a sneaking position. he whisper yells " put out your torches! "

bronzeshine caught the torch and lit it by sliding it off of his boot. " jeeze fine. what were you doing in that cage to begin with? " said bronzeshine as he began a slow walk.

( yup. according to skyrim logic you are correct. the other way leads to an ambush with spiders. ) the ceiling rumbles. they wouldn't be safe until they were out of that town. " lets go. in my experience water always leads to the exit. could the kajeat lead? aren't they suppose to have night vision? " said bronzeshine as he set off to the left.

they proceeded down the corridor until they found a cave. with no exit in sight there were two paths. one to the right with spider webs. and one to the left with flowing water. bronzeshine spoke to aurora. " drink that magica potion we found. it should give you some kind of boost. now witch way do we go? "

There's nothing wonderfull as the lab was used mostly for entertainment. There were a couple stamina potions, A weak magica potion, and two health potions. In the back there is a health potion that is questionable as it was in a larger bottle. Likly the owners atempt to make something more powerfull. Three imperial archers come ino the room as the party was about ready to leave. Th solders were going to pay them no mind until they saw bronzeshine. " get um! " the fire three arrows in a wave.

Bronzeshine looked up from his book to see the 6 solders. He took the axe off his back and cleaved into the shoulder of the leader.

( I wont. when will you be back? )

( she opened the lock already. )

as they were running bronzeshine saw a black book with a dragon on it. he recognized it from his study's. so he nicks it without slowing down. rapidly flipping through the pages he says. " ok so back there he called us dovakin. witch in the dragon language means dragon born. but then he tried to kill all of us so how do we know witch one he was talking about? "

( blades are not a skill is skyrim. it either one handed or two. )" bronzeshine had been bracing the door with his body. " this isn't holding! " said bronzeshine as a large section of roof fell next to him. " run into the dungeon everyone! " said bronzeshine as he leaped over the rubble and opened a door.

bronzeshine looked around him. he was never bothered by carnage like this but seeing hearths reactions made him feel bad. the dragon stood perched on top of the keep that they were just in. it starts making a long shout and meteors fall from the sky. " go, go, go! " bronzeshine grabs Hearth's hand and darts into a room. thrusting the door off of it's hinges. he leaned agents the wall panting. he was exhausted. as he looks at Aurora. " hey... "

bronzeshine opens the door. the chaos had died down. along with most of the people who were unfortunate to not get to shelter. " don't look... " said bronzeshine as he stepped over a dececed argonain.

bronzeshine ducked behind her. " thanks. " the dragon scoffs and glides to a group of storm cloaks. " lets head downstairs and get out of here! " said bronzeshine as he ran down the stairs.

" ok I think we can ge- " bronzeshine was cut off when the dragon burst his head through the wall and breathed fire into the room bronzeshine dove to the side. when the dragon saw the both of them he said. " dovakin! " bronzeshine punched the dragon but barley made it flinch. " help! "

one of the solders was a unicorn who's horn had been struck by lighting. he was going into shock. the next was a female Pegasus storm cloak with a knife in her stomach. bronzeshine looked out the window to see that the dragon was unscathed and the empire was falling back.

bronzeshine put the solders down then slammed the door and put a wooden bar over it. " that was a dragon! " he starts running up the stairs. " I'll see if I can find any medical supplies. "

bronzeshine slashed the executioner three times. one in the chest, one in the thought, and one in the face. before he could even fall down bronzeshine grabbed his axe and ran over to hearth. he slung two wounded solders over his shoulders. and said. " carry him into the keep! " gesturing to a tower with storm cloaks in it.

it was utter chaos. prisoners and imperials were running around screaming. a solder had one of the deflected arrows in his chest. " help! " the monster landed on the top of the keep and said "Zu'u unslaad, zu'u nis oblaan!" witch means. "I am immortal, I cannot die!" then it shouted something to the sky's and lightning rained down. bronzeshine was fighting the executioner with his sword for the axe.

" ARCHERS! " said the captain. the guards snaped to attention and fire a volley of half a dozen arrows. the monster rears up and beats his wings the arrows are sent flying off their trajectory. bronzeshine looked around and yelled. " NOW! " he tackles a guard armed with a sword and takes his keys unchaining himself from the group. " go! "

a large beating figure approaches behind a mountain. it was to big to be an eagle and that same roaring from before could be heard. however it was much louder. it is flying strait for them!

bronzeshine thought for a moment. there were all matter of beasts in skyrim. a troll likely stubbed his toe, his reasoned. the captain who was overseeing the execution yells. " don't worry about it! just proceed as planned. " the executioner shrugs and pushes the storm cloak down into a position over a bucket and a stool. his head rested over the stool. " not yet... " said bronzeshine.

bronzeshine looks around him. examining the guards, witch ones were armed and with what. witch ones had keys, who was in charge and the archers line of sight. a prisoner clad in storm cloak garb speaks up. " lets get on with this. " the priest stops her prier and says. " very well... " a distant roar can be heard.