Lun Bori I

• Posted by Hoban January 1, 2016 - 1,000 views

  Lun Bori

  Short by Nord standards but from hardy Breton stock.

  Dreams of wielding the greatsword with strong, steady, wild strikes.
  See the land, walk the paths, not in search of war or love but of harmony,
  peace, purpose, good conversation with dark strangers.

  She is not from skyrim, and this appeals to her. Her farm, the farm her ancestors worked in High Rock, the farm her parents wanted her to live on and tend to for the remainder of her years; she left and that was that.

  Present

  Sitting on a stump in Falkreath, in the rain.
  "I need warm food" Lun thought, and began walking toward the warmlit meadroom.

  there were so few coins left in the small leather pouch who's task it was to store those coins.
  "I guess food is as good a thing to buy with your last shinies as any" Lun said aloud by accident.
  "When people say that to me I sell them soup and they love me for the rest of my life" the old barman replied.

  She took the soup and ate it by the fire as patrons gave her eyes.
  "everyone always looks at the sword" she thought vaguely.
  It was a large sword, and it was always a fine steel, so it was the brightest object in the whole room. This was something she had been encountering a lot in the dimly lit and modest inns and distillerys of Skyrim, and so was not surprised by the un-knowable emotion stares.

  Past

  She had first entered Skyrim in the east, how she got there was unknown to her in a strange sort of way. She stumbled through to Riverwood, cold and starving and terrified of wolves. not much has changed, it would seem to someone who wasn't her. Anyone on the rim knows Riverwood is the best place for a traveler like that to stumble upon. Warm to all, because all are warm to them. Or that's what Gerdur wants you to think.
  "I will have a deep affection for this little town as long as I live, I think" she thought the night she left by the north road.

  She showed up at whiteruns gates with her fathers slightly oversized steel "longsword", he would call it, but by any modern account it was a large greatsword. She was allowed in but only because the smith in Riverwood had instructed her to say
  "I stand before Whiterun to pledge my shield to the Companions" and so she did.

  She was Farkas' shield sister for the task, and it seemed to be a mighty task, retrieving shards of an ancient warriors axe. He took her on despite vilkas' appraisal of her
  "she can hardly lift her blade, but it damn sure seems like she wants to."
  She felt  that she could not be less prepared for anything in the whole world, why had they chosen her to aid Farkas on this task that seemed so sacred.

  The companions value something higher than swordsmanship and whatever it is, pours out of her.

  Kodlak knew what she was the moment he saw her, and he smiled a completely joyful smile as if he had discovered the answer to an ancient question. As vilkas showed her to the training yard Kodlak watched and thought "The real mystery is how she came by a skyforge blade of such size and quality"

  She shouldn't have gone with Farkas, someone who had seen at least a single battle would have been a better choice, but she was chosen, and Farkas was the only thing that saved her, and she ran in terror and left him in there. She didn't know about werewolves, she didn't know he was a werewolf.

  She thought "this is how i die" when she saw the wolf and so she ran.
  South, following the warm air, feeling the weight of her desertion, and the pang of her fear.

  Present

  Back on the hard stump, in the rain. Lun walks over to the smiths forge, the coals still glowing from the days work, leans her back against the heated stone wall in front of it, and falls asleep for the first time in three days.