Lutherus Sotasius - Chapter I, Part II

  • A HOME AWAY FROM HOME

    From the Journal of Lutherus Sotasius. Date of Entry: Last Seed, 17th, 4E, 201.

    Hadvar, Alvor and Lutherus sat at the table, as Sigrid handed out bowls full of Venison Stew. Lutherus, as hungry as he had ever been, took joy in savouring every single bite of meat and potato, drenched in a satisfying beefy water. Hadvar explained to Alvor of the attack, and how Lutherus had stuck with him throughout. Alvor explained that if the Rebels had themselves a Dragon, Jarl Balgruuf, the owning body of Riverwood and Whiterun, would need to be informed immediately. Lutherus had finished the bowl as soon as he had finished. Alvor turned to him, his lips glazed by the stew.

    "I am grateful that you kept my nephew out of harm's way, Lutherus." He said.

     

    "But, with all due respect Sir, I did nothing. Hadvar did all the fighting." Responded Lutherus.

     

    "It doesn't matter to me lad. You stuck by and accompanied him here. What, with the war about these days, anything could of happened to him. Come here." He said, as he rose to approach Lutherus with a rather large and bulky satchel. "Take what you need, lad. Within reason, of course."

     

    Lutherus was worried, ever so slightly. The stew Sigrid made definitely filled his hunger pangs, but here in this satchel, he was presented with wrapped, cooked food along with fresh clothes, as well as a few items that could fetch a fair few Septim. But Lutherus couldn't be greedy, the hospitality offered by Alvor at this point was already too much, so he chose ever so carefully. A piece of bread, and an Apple. Alvor looked confused.

     

    "Lad, don't be shrewd for politeness sake."

     

    "No, I cannot take more of your personal items Alvor. Your generosity so far has been enough."

     

    "Well then, let me at least offer you a bed for the night, once you return from Whiterun. Go left from this house, and follow the river all the way. You can't miss it lad."

     

    "Very well. I shall leave at once."

     

    Lutherus rose from his seat, and made for the door.

     

    "Come back here as soon as you have alerted the Jarl, Lutherus." Said Hadvar.

     

    "I will. Thank you again for everything you have done for me. I will repay the favour."

     

    Alvor chuckled at the politeness of the young lad. "Make a start by going to Whiterun!"

     

    Lutherus nodded his head, and left. He ran as fast as he could to Whiterun, not stopping until he reached a bend in the road that continued downhill. He stopped momentarily to catch his breath, resting his palm against the bark of a tree that stood opposite the White River. He was just about ready to get running again, when he heard an unpleasant noise, a growling above him.

     

    The wolf pounced on Lutherus, who narrowly dodged the beast shot for his throat by mere inches. Adrenaline surged through his body as he prepared for another charge. The wolf turned round, and charged at him again. Hadvar wasnt here to to rely on, so Lutherus had to rely on his own skills or die. He froze as the wolf drew nearer, and in a split second decision, delivered a right hook to the beasts jaw.

     

    CRACK!

     

    The wolf collapsed, but wasn't unconscious, yet. Instead, it dazed around, obviously concussed from the strike. Lutherus took no chance to hesitate here, and delivered an upwards kick to the beasts neck. The wolf gurgled on it's own blood, before finally collapsing for good. Lutherus stood there, half perplexed by shock, and the other half in amazement. He wiped the sweat from his brow, and made the decision to keep running. Who knows how many more wolves were in the pack.

     

    Lutherus meandered down the valley, and approached the plain leading to Whiterun. As he grew nearer to the city, he felt the earth tremble beneath him. In the near distance was a farm, he could see a group of people there wrestling with a great big Giant, who was causing the trembling with it's mighty club.

     

    "Best stay out of this one." He thought to himself.

    He observed the skirmish from behind a mossy cobblestone fence. Finally, the Giant toppled over with a huge crash, giving Lutherus a clear path to Whiterun. He continued on his way, slower than before when he had been running there, that was when he saw her. He felt the presence of one of the slayer's of the Giant behind him, fearing that he had provoked a bandit by his presence, he cautiously turned around.

     

    "Please, I don't have any-"

     

    There she stood.

     

    Lutherus stood in amazement, for he was witnessing the most beautiful person he had seen ever since Cyrodiil. Her face was covered in some sort of paint, but her glistening red hair left him awestruck. He almost forgot the perceived danger he found himself in.

     

    "Heh, relax stranger. I'm not here for your coin."

     

    Lutherus stood there, mouth agape. The female seemed a little uncomfortable.

     

    "Are...you okay?" She asked.

     

    Lutherus quickly composed himself. "Uh...Y...Yes, yes. Sorry, I just got attacked by a wolf on the mount-"

     

    "A wolf eh? HA! And so I bet you just stood over there to admire a real battle huh?"

     

    "W-well..."

     

    "Heh, I'm joking stranger. Name's Aela. I'm with the Companions. You seem like you could do with some training behind a sword, perhaps you should drop by Jorrvaskr sometime."

     

    "Well, actually...I'm here on behalf of Riverwood...I need to uhh...speak to Jarl Balgruuf. Helgen was just destroyed by a Dragon."

     

    "A Dragon?! Wow! How exciting, today Giants, tomorrow a Dragon. Come on, we'll take you straight to him."

     

    Lutherus, who was still in amazement of Aela, joined them to Whiterun.

    They arrived at Whiterun shortly after. A Guard, in front of the locked gate to the town, approached Lutherus.

     

    "HALT!" He ordered. "No entry to Whiterun without proper authorisation from the Jarl himself!"

     

    Aela jumped in.

     

    "Relax, Sigvod. He's with us."

     

    The Guard folded his arms. "Really? If he is a Companion, where is his sword?"

     

    "He lost it at Helgen, he was too busy escaping the wrath of a Dragon, who burnt the place to the ground."

     

    The Guard was stunned at this revelation. "W-what?! Very well, go on in!" He said, as he opened the gate.

    Lutherus thanked Aela, and the Guard for letting them in. He made a beeline for Dragonsreach, Aela being kind enough to point it out to him before Lutherus returned to Jorrvaskr. Inside Dragonsreach, Lutherus was greeted by Irileth, one of the Jarl's lieutenants.

     

    "Speak your business Imperial. But if it's to canvas Jarl Balgruuf's allegiance to Tullius, you can piss off back to Solitude!"

     

    "No, I am here with grave news ma'am. Helgen has been completely destroyed by a Dragon."

     

    "What?! Very well, I shall inform the Jarl, come with me!"

     

    Irileth marched Lutherus to the far end of the impressive Hall, before stopping him at the foot of the steps, leading up to the Jarl Balgruuf.

     

    "Take a knee, Imperial. Recognise the Jarl in all his glory."

     

    Lutherus complied, and knelt before the Jarl, who was occupied with speaking to his aide.

    "Jarl Balgruuf, I apologise to interrupt, but this Imperial carries an important message from Helgen."

     

    "Very well." Replied Jarl Balgruuf. "Rise, Imperial." He commanded. Lutherus obliged, and carefully rose to his feet. "Now. What is it, messenger?"

     

    "Jarl Balgruuf." Began Lutherus. "Helgen has been completely annihilated by a Dragon."

     

    Dragonsreach went silent. Idle chatter amongst the nobility ceased into silence, many shocked and in disbelief.

     

    "What?!" Replied the Jarl, shocked at this frightening news. "How could this be? Were you there?"

     

    "I was. I was there in...as a visitor to the town. I don't know if anyone else got out alive."

     

    "You don't? Then who sent you here?"

     

    "Alvor, sire. He sends his pleas for assistance in the name of Riverwood."

     

    "Of course! If a Dragon could attack Helgen, nothing is stopping it attacking Riverwood. Irileth! Send a detachment of our troops there at once!"

     

    "Yes, my Jarl!" Responded Irileth, and went about marshalling her troops.

     

    "As for you, messenger. What is your name?" Asked Jarl Balgruuf, to Lutherus.

     

    "Lutherus, sire. Lutherus Sotasius."

     

    "Thank you, Lutherus. Go with Proventus to my armoury, he will see that you are rewarded for bringing this news to me."

     

    "Yes, sire." Replied Lutherus. Proventus, the Jarl's elaborately dressed aide, approached him.

     

    "Hmm, I have just the thing for you. Come with me!"

     

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  • A-Pocky-Hah!
    A-Pocky-Hah!   ·  May 30, 2016
    You should be lucky. Your's was a more 'subtler' one that mine....
  • The Long-Chapper
    The Long-Chapper   ·  May 30, 2016
    HAHA, Sotek are you rewriting stories AGAIN? 
    *Orc smacks Sotek hard*
  • Sotek
    Sotek   ·  May 29, 2016
    I've a suggestion for this chapter. It's up to you but.....
    There she stood.
    Lutherus stood in amazement, for he was witnessing the most beautiful person he had seen ever since Cyrodiil. Her face was covered in some sort of paint, but her glis...  more