WELKYN WINWILLOW: The Beast of Steel and Flame

• Posted by Welkyn Winwillow November 19, 2011 - 829 views

  - 17^th Last Seed, 4E 201

  Amid the burning wreckage of the town I shambled in a daze, dizzily attempting to comprehend the shouts of the rebel warrior trying to save my life. Within minutes, a dragon had destroyed the entire area. Yes, a dragon! O, the size and horrifying might of the creature! Even now, at this table, fire and mead at my hand and days since the event, my hands quake at the image in my mind! That such beasts still fly inspires both awe and dread, and sends my mind back to tales of old Cyrodiil, when the Septim heir, Divines bless him, took dragonform to slay the great Mehrunes D.

  I watched arrows career from his great crown as countless soldiers volleyed away, and he noticed not. I was running dead, dead from fear; running in a dream of hot chaos. And before I knew what was happening I was indoors; my bonds were cut and two Imperial soldiers lay at the feet of that rebel stranger and I. I looked at my hand, grasping a long war-knife, and was convinced I stood in a dream. A nightmare. The sensation continued unbroken as the stranger and I tore apart the barracks to find a key for the only escape route from the town.

  Down long hallways and past strange faces we rushed and fought, and Divines help me, I fought for my life! I was no longer myself, but an embattled man of war, now rushing to slash an unwary guard, now loosing arrows into another with shaking hands. Knee-deep in rushing water to scrabbling across filthy cobble, skulking and dashing and sneaking! It was exhilarating, and I know now what had filled me: it was Skyrim. Her cold, hard kiss of life and death.

  Like or no, I was changed forever.

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