U.O.T.W. Chapter 88 Finder's Keeper's

  • With Kodlak’s help, Sotek managed to equip his armor. When it came to his weapons though, he only took the one axe from the rack and left the other one behind. As he walked away from the rack, he flexed his left hand and couldn’t shake the sense of loss over not being able to duel wield anymore. With a large coil of rope over his good shoulder, he tossed a bag of coins to Kodlak and headed towards the door.

    “We’ll be a while. Take Tilma to the Bannered Mare for the night. Jorrvaskr’s going to be busy”.

    Tilma looked somewhat puzzled at his whole manner and her curiosity just had to be heard.

    “Sotek, just what exactly are you up to?”

    Sotek looked at her right in the eyes as his own eyes peeked through the narrow slits due to his eyelids being almost closed. This made him appear more sneaky and devious than what he usually would. The words he chose did nothing to dispel his appearance.

    “I’ll tell you what I told Aela once. Them that asskss no questions, issn’t told a lie. Watch the wall my darling, while the Argonian goess by”.

    As he stepped through the doorway he stuck his head around the door and pointed to both Kodlak and Tilma.

    “This goes for the pair of you… Stay away from the Bannered Mares windows… I will be checking”.

    By the time he arrived at the stables, all the Companions and Whelps were already waiting for him. He ignored all of their questions and just pointed to the wagon.

    “Get on… Everyone”. He then headed to the two large horses which where harnessed to it. After nodding to Bjorlam in approval of the two beasts, he pulled out two apples and fed them to the animals before he climbed up the front of the wagon and sat alongside the driver.

    Bjorlam was as confused as everyone else, but out of everyone it was he who really needed to know the nature of their destination.

    “Where are we off to? What’s going on?”

    Sotek pointed out across the plains towards the old fort in the distance.

    “Fort Greymoor… That’s where we’re going”.

    Aela almost yelled at him. She was just as surprised as everyone else despite the fact that she was more used to Soteks seemingly bizarre ideas.

    “What? What the hell are we going there for?”

    Bjorlam was just as confused and more than a little worried.

    “I can’t go there? What if I run into bandits?”

    Sotek slowly turned around and looked at the Companions who were sitting in the back of the cart and laughed loudly.

    “Bandits?”

    Bjorlam glanced over his shoulder and joined in laughing as he quickly examined Aela, Farkas and Vilkas, let alone the six Whelps who were also present as well.

    “Bandits? Hahaha… Yea… Fort Greymoor here we come”.

    Within two hours the cart pulled up near the entrance to the fort. Between them, Farkas, Vilkas and three of the Whelps dragged the spiked defences around to clear a path for the carriage. Moments later they were in the courtyard. Aela looked nervously at the dead bandits who Red and Albino had previously fed upon. Their chests were ripped open and pools of blood lay everywhere.

    Sotek was quick with his instructions as he was planning their moves from the moment they left Whiterun and he had already prepared his excuses for the carnage they ‘just happened’ to come across.

    “Aela, Farkas, Vilkas… Take two Whelps and come with me… The rest of you stay with the wagon. Keep an eye out for wolves. They’ve obviously been here”.

    With the three Companions and two of the Whelps in tow, Sotek approached the main entrance to the inner fort. He drew his axe and signalled at the others to be ready for a fight then when he was sure all was set, he opened the forts door and stepped inside.

    Rubble littered the floor of a long wide corridor which had two passages lead away from it on either side. Thick wooden beams supported the roof and various candles on wall mountings lit the area up but the light from them struggled to pierce the shadows and dispel them. The far end of the corridor opened out to a large room which had a chandler hanging from the ceiling. Several of its own candles were also lit, flooding the far room with light.

    Sotek quietly signalled to Farkas along with a whelp as he peeked around the passageway to the left.

    “Farkas, take your group down there to the left, go careful. Vilkas take the other whelp and head right. Aela… You’re with me”.

    Aela watched as Farkas and a whelp headed off to disappear around a corner. Seconds later Vilkas and a second whelp vanished from view as well. She looked around the straw littered floor and mumbled quietly to herself.

    “What the hell am I doing here? It’s alright for these bastards. Sotek, what the hell do we get to do? You know I hate taking a backseat”.

    Sotek chuckled as he pointed down the long corridor towards the chandler.

    “Your trouble Aela is that you have no imagination. Draw your bow. You’re going to need it”

    Farkas led the whelp to the entrance of a round room which was obviously the base of a tower. Several tables were laid out with a multitude of chairs around them. Two mead barrels were sat on a solid rack and a large fireplace was ablaze. Sitting at one of the bales were two bandits who Farkas easily guessed were drunk as they were singing loudly.

    The Whelp, an Imperial girl with black hair cringed as she blocked her ears.

    “Their singing is a crime let alone anything else they might have done”

    Farkas chuckled at her as he drew his sword and shield. He stepped into the room and whispered back at her.

    “Hahaha… Just stay close”.

    The first bandit didn’t even know they were there until a shadow loomed over him. He looked up in surprise and gave a loud gasp as Farkas bought down his sword and hacked at the man’s neck. Blood spurted upwards as Farkas yanked his sword away.

    The girl charged at the other bandit who kicked back his chair and yelled out, alerting the other residents of the fort to the intruder’s presence.

    “We’re under attack… Urlof?” He lunged forwards with the tip of his sword but due to his drunken state and the superior training the Whelp had received, she easily countered his fumbled attack. She stepped backwards and swiped the sword from his grasp with a single strike of her own blade.

    Both the bandit and she looked at each other with equal shock and surprise. The girl froze as she hadn’t expected the man to be disarmed so easily but in that moment he rapidly drew a dagger and ran towards her. She shrieked as a mighty blade came out of nowhere and cut into the man’s arm. Blood poured from the elbow which was obviously broken. The man fell to his knees as he clutched the wound in his hand.

    Farkas shook his head and gave the Whelp a shove in her back.

    “That was careless. Now finish him”

    The Whelp held her blade out towards the bandit but she couldn’t carry out the order. She couldn’t even stop her blade from shaking in her grasp. As she stared at the man all she could feel was pity.

    “This is murder… I can’t do this. I won’t”

    Farkas nodded as if he understood but as his sword was lifted up, an arrow from nowhere shot past him and tore into the bandit’s throat. Aela appeared from behind them and whispered out to them both equally and without neither pity nor mercy in her voice.

    “This is what we do. Get on with it”. She then disappeared as she headed back to join Sotek.

    With the second bandit now dead, Farkas moved towards the other side of the room where a stone spiral staircase headed upwards to the next level. As he stayed on guard he signalled to the Whelp to start looting the bodies. She gingerly examined both bodies but then simply cut away the two gold pouches and left the bodies relatively untouched.

    “No… Not today… Ok I’m ready”

    With a quick wave of his hand he beckoned her to follow him as he climbed the stairway. They hadn’t managed to ascend the stairs more than half way when a bandit in fur armor came bounding down towards them. He was more surprised than they were and because of his speed he couldn’t stop himself. Farkas automatically sidestepped and stuck his leg out, sending the unfortunate bandit to tumble down the stone steps.

    A multitude of clangs and bangs were followed by deathly silence as the bandit fell all the way to the bottom. His sword was thrown into the room after it bounced upon the ground. Farkas made his way down the steps but he knew the moment he saw the bandits posture that he was dead. His neck had snapped during the fall.

    Leaving the body behind, he headed back up the stairway and re-joined the Whelp. Once they reached the top of the stairs, they both found themselves facing a round room equal to the one below them. Straw and debris littered the floor and three target dummies were set out and tied to posts that were dug into the stone brickwork. A large lit chandelier lit up the room, clearly showing a door on the other side. Farkas cautiously opened it to reveal a small room which had two beds in it. There was also a chest of draws and a wardrobe. Although it had seen better days. One bed caught Farkas’s attention as it was a double one. His eyes seemed to glaze over as he looked at it with wantonly. The Whelp distracted him though and called him back to her.

    “We’re done here… Now what?”

    Farkas scanned the room then sighed heavily before he re-joined her.

    “Now? Now we get back to the others”.

    Vilkas along with the Whelp who was following him, headed to the right of Sotek and Aela’s position and began walking up a gentle slope. They found themselves in a round room which had a large cooking pot on a roaring fire along with a metal cooking spit. Three smaller pots were hanging off it which caught Vilkas’s eye.

    “Shame we’re not gathering up stuff. Tilma would love a few of those”.

    Before the Whelp could answer him, a side room door was flung open by three bandits who burst out of it and charged towards the first thing they saw. All three of them were brandishing swords and shields but this never fazed Vilkas in the slightest. They had hardly taken a few footsteps when he drew his two handed sword and met their charge, yelling out as he ran.

    “Raggghhh… For Tinselfoot!!”

    The first bandit ran straight into Vilkas’s Skyforge Steel blade which slammed into his stomach. He fell backwards from the blow leaving both his sword and shield to carry on with their forwards momentum until gravity pulled them down with a loud metallic clang onto the stone blocked floor.

    The Whelp raised his shield as he found himself under the direct attack of the second bandit, leaving Vilkas to deal with the last one. Vilkas’s blade whooshed around in a blatant show of strength and marksmanship which the bandit could do little to equal or even counter.

    Vilkas relaxed his blade and egged on the bandit to attack him. The bandit though wasn’t that green and stood his ground, knowing full well that if he had charged forwards then he would undoubtedly meet the same fate as his comrade who was dispatched so easily. They both slowly danced around a small table as they tested each other’s defensive and offensive manoeuvres until the rouge managed to position a large table behind him. He suddenly turned around and snatched a flask of wine then promptly threw the contents at Vilkas’s face.

    “Urgh, you bastard! I can’t see!!”

    The whole situation now suddenly turned desperate as Vilkas tried to clear his eyes. He swung the sword with one hand while the other hand tried to vainly wipe away the wine which had temporarily blinded him.

    By now his sight was little more than a blur but he clasped both hands on his blade in an attempt to fend off his attacker. In front of them both a shimmering gate as dark as the night itself, appeared. Fire raged around it, giving it a solid like form which crackled with mystical energies then the fire quickly changed from bright reds and yellows to a clear sky blue. From the blackness a low howl called out then a spectral wolf dived out of the void and joined in the fight.

    It collided with the bandit who was fighting Vilkas and dragged him to the floor as it snapped and bit at the man’s arm while its head flailed side to side in an attempt to tear away clumps of flesh. Vilkas instantly recognised it as Sotek’s Familiar. He knew that wolf well as he had found himself fighting it a few times in the training area. He had also seen Sotek sit outside in the evenings and throw sticks for it to fetch, let alone the time it ran around the yard chasing one of Sotek’s apples.

    One thing Vilkas knew about it though was that it was weak so he wasted no time and closed in on the other bandit who was fighting the whelp.

    The Whelp in question was actually doing a nice job of deflecting the bandit’s attacks; however he had failed to attack at all. Vilkas could see the bandit was tiring and that was part of the grand plan but he was out of time. A single hard thrust of his sword in the bandit’s side was enough to bring him to his knees. A gaping which spilled life giving blood out on the floor which traced along the gaps between the stone blocks. Vilkas nodded his approval to the Whelp then turned towards the last bandit.

    The rouge held his shield up to the Familiar while he drew a dagger. Three thrusts were all that he needed and with a howling cry of pain, the wolf disappeared as it was cast back to where it came from, the plains of Oblivion.

    The Nord breathed a sigh of relief but that was cast over by Vilkas’s sword which tapped him on the shoulder. He looked up in shock to see a hulk of a man in wolf armor peering down at him. Vilkas backed away to allow him to get to his feet.

    “Get up!”

    The bandit threw his dagger to the wayside and crouched down as a pleading voice cried out for mercy.

    “Please… Don’t kill me… I surrender…”

    In disgust Vilkas banged his fist in the table as the pathetic looking man pleaded for his life.

    “Aww damn it. You lousy good for nothing scum!” He returned his sword to its scabbard and pulled out two leather straps which he kept in a small side pouch and threw them across the room to the Whelp. He had hardly taken three steps when the bandit drew a second dagger and lunged towards Vilkas who still had his back to his enemy.

    The bandit thought he had surprised the Companion but he quickly realised his mistake. Upon hearing the footsteps, Vilkas swung around and grabbed the man’s hand tightening his fingers around the shaft of the dagger with so much force that two of his fingers snapped. Vilkas kept his grip and tightened it even further while the bandit screamed. The Companions other hand formed a fist and he punched the bandit full in the face while he still held on to the dagger. The second blow broke the man’s nose, splattering blood all down his face. The third strike was in the mouth. Instantly the bandit started gargling as blood filled his mouth and bloodied his teeth. His yells of pain were just groans and whimpers but his eyes turned to fear as his arm was bent around.

    A loud ‘snap’ was followed by a scream as the man’s arm was broken. Vilkas kept the hand tightly wrapped around the daggers shaft then plunged it deep in the man’s gut. A hefty kick in the chest sent the bandit sprawling on the ground. He died in his own blood which rapidly formed around him due to several stabs to the stomach.

    As Vilkas walked towards the opposite doorway which housed a stairway running down into the depths, he turned back to the Whelp and gave him some advice.

    “Never take your eyes off your enemy. If you do, expect them to charge”.

    The Whelp nodded as if he understood exactly what Vilkas meant but more importantly, what Vilkas had done.

    “You gave him a window, to attack you. You knew he wouldn’t surrender, didn’t you”.

    Vilkas’s features hardened as he stared straight at the Whelp.

    “Aela, Farkas and myself… We’ve seen too many good people die because scum want to surrender. It’s the noble thing to do… Well we aren’t noble. We aren’t angels. We’re killers. Killing keeps you alive. Mercy? Ha! Mercy is one step away from death. Remember that”.

    They descended the stairs which brought them to the forts store room. Various shelves and bookcases were filled with sacks while a multitude of barrels were stacked together. There was little for them to do so they headed back to where Sotek and Aela were waiting.

    When Aela returned to Sotek’s position after she shot the bandit, she found herself under scrutiny from Sotek himself. He was leaning against the wall with his arms folded despite the apparent pain which he had self inflicted by straining his injured shoulder. His fingers tapped against his arm as he waited for her return.

    “You just can’t help yourself can you... They can take care of a few bandits”.

    Aela’s hand tightened on the bow as she broke into a stride and moved rapidly towards him. The pair of them could already hear the fighting that had broken out in the direction of Vilkas, but that never deterred Aela one bit. She growled in a spiteful anger due to the intense feeling of having a leash around her neck.

    “Why the hell are we just standing here? You’ve all but told me to sit and lay down... Am I being punished?”

    “Punished? For what?” He mentally took a step back and studied her features. Initially he thought she was somehow jesting but her whole demeanour was itching for a fight. Whether it was with him or a bandit, it didn’t matter. Red wanted a kill, Aela needed one.

    An echoing cry from Vilkas caught his attention and he whirled around in alarm.

    “Damn, what the hell is going on”. He ran along the corridor towards the shouting as a bright blue glow formed in his good hand.

    The room seemed to glow in a bright orangey red but it quickly changed to a light bluish hue. Aela stopped as she peered in the room and saw Sotek’s Familiar attack the bandit. Vilkas was recovering and the whelp seemed to be holding his own. With a quiet scornful growl Aela walked past Sotek, slightly barging him to the side with her shoulder as she headed back to the main corridor.

    “What a bastard”.

    Sotek held his shoulder which Aela had inadvertently jarred when she ‘walked into him’ and hissed quietly. She had already retraced her footsteps and in the few precious moments Sotek took to get back to his original position, Aela was sitting on a stone block looking thoroughly miserable.

    Sotek gazed along the corridor where the chandelier was hanging as he watched for any movement. He even sniffed at the air in the hope of detecting something. All the while Aela’s temper burned like a fire, a fire directed at him.

    “What the hell are you doing?”

    Sotek turned back to her and pointed along the corridor which he kept a watchful eye on and tried to explain his reasons for holding her back.

    “I’m not keeping you here for punishment. It’s a tactical decision. We both know I can’t fight at the moment and you, Aela, are an archer. It doesn’t make sense taking you into a close combat situation where I can’t fight and you are at a disadvantage”.

    At that moment two bandits yelled out as they drew their weapons and charged along the passageway towards the two Companions. Sotek smiled as he pointed to the Nord who was wielding a great axe. The axe looked like that it could fell a tree with a single hit and the look of the man’s muscles certainly gave him the impression of having the strength to do so.

    Aela was on her feet way before Sotek could even warn her of the approaching danger, he watched in awe as two arrows thudded into the Nords chest in the very same second. The man was punched off his feet and fell backwards from the blow. Before he even hit the floor another arrow shot along the corridor and struck the second man who still had at the very least a third of the corridor to travel along before he could reach his target.

    Sotek breathed a sigh of relief as he examined the two Nords. Not due to them being so quickly killed or the simple fact that he was no longer in any danger, but more to the fact that the deep seated hunger in Aela’s heart had been dealt with.

    Aela herself watched him check the bodies over as her head felt a sense of clarity. She now understood Sotek’s reasoning and realized his positioning of her was sound.

    “You suspected there were men over there didn’t you”.

    “Suspected yes, and if they were, where better than to place the archer at the far end of a corridor which they had to run along to reach us. Bastards never stood a chance. You look somewhat happier now”. While he talked to her, he cut two pouches of gold from the bandits and passed them along to Aela. By then, the others started reappearing from their prospective areas.

    Leaving the Whelps behind, Sotek led the three Companions along the corridor to the large room where the two bandits had come from. The whole room was lit up from numerous candles and a single large cage dominated the chamber. On the left hand side was a large table and a chest sat underneath it. Aela went to open it but Sotek called her back.

    “No, leave it for the moment... It can keep. So, we’ve found the main room, the sleeping quarters and the kitchen. If this is a fort then where the hell is the prison?”

    Vilkas headed back towards the Whelps as he waved at Sotek to follow him.

    “The courtyard. The prisons always separated from the main building. After all you don’t want prisoners disturbing the garrison by clanging the bars with their bowls in the middle of the night do you?”

    Farkas chuckled as he walked past both Aela and Sotek, effectively leaving them behind.

    “Hell no. It’s bad enough listening to howling thank you”.

    Sotek couldn’t help but to smirk at the comment while Aela lowered her head as she felt her cheeks redden.

    Outside, Vilkas examined the layout of the fort while he tried to work out where the prison would be. A stone stairwell which led to the ramparts ran alongside the corner tower effectively hiding a doorway. Vilkas noticed that the tower had no entrance way from the ramparts so he beckoned the Companions to follow his lead as he made his way towards it.

    “I bet it’s here... And there we go... The cell block”.

    After both he and Farkas drew their weapons, he opened the doorway and stepped inside.

    A bandit who had happened to be there by himself was startled upon discovery. He dropped the flagon which he was drinking from which spilled upon the floor and drew two daggers from his belt. Vilkas gloated as he moved around the right side of the table while his brother slowly manoeuvred around the left side, cutting off the bandits escape.

    Aela gave an evil smile. Before anyone could make a further move, she drew her bow and shot the bandit in the head. Death was instant as he was flung backwards in a half flip and crumpled on the floor.

    The Huntress strung her bow over her shoulder and smugly beamed at her Siblings.

    “My kill”.

    Both Farkas and Vilkas huffed at each other and started mumbling while their ‘sister’ checked the body for gold. During all this time, Sotek made his way to the far end of the room where a stairway spiralled downwards into the depths of the earth.

    Vilkas leaned over Aela and shoved her shoulder, almost tipping her off her balance while he complained about her ‘malicious stealing’ of their intended enemy’s life.

    “He wasn’t yours to kill, he belonged to us”.

    Aela scoffed at his remark while she shoved Farkas away from the body as if she was trying to defend her next meal.

    “Back off oaf. I killed him, so I get to search him. Vilkas, if he was yours then you should have got a bloody move on. You didn’t, I did so tough”. She suddenly stopped as her eyes scanned the room and noticed someone was missing. Feeling somewhat concerned, she called out to him.

    “Sotek? Where the hell are you?”

    A voice the stairway shouted back sarcastically at the three Companions.

    “Down here. It’s quieter and I don’t have to listen to you three bitching at one another”.

    Upon hearing his remark, Aela’s face screwed up but she never responded, instead Vilkas moved to the stairwell and descended so he could join Sotek. Meanwhile Aela and Farkas started arguing once more over the bandit’s body.

    The cells section didn’t leave much to the imagination. A narrow central corridor ran under the fort and housed three cells on each side. Two of which were occupied although the bodies clearly showed that the occupants had died many days ago. The end of the corridor turned around a single corner where a large table sat against the far wall. Alongside it was a single chest which Sotek found was locked.

    Vilkas offered him a lockpick but he refused it and beckoned Vilkas to follow him back upstairs, which certainly caused Vilkas to wonder as to what Sotek’s intentions were as he never even tried to pick the lock.

    “Just what are we doing here? That’s the second chest you refused to touch”.

    Sotek chuckled in response and re joined the other Companions. Aela felt confused as well once Vilkas told her about the chest but all Sotek did was to sit on the table and point at a chair.

    “Aela, take a seat... We need to talk, about Red”.

    Aela’s jaw dropped and she lowered her head in shame. It took her a few moments to be able to look at Sotek in the face, but her eyes drifted to his shoulder and stared blankly at it.

    “I don’t want to... talk about her. Can’t just the two of us talk? Away from the others?”

    Sotek started laughing which seemed to add to Aela’s shame. Vilkas wasn’t impressed and he was fully prepared to say so but before he could defend Aela, Sotek held Aela’s cheek and explained everything to them.

    “Ok you don’t have to talk. I will talk, you can listen”. He paused as he glanced around the room almost like he was second guessing himself, his mind strained as he tried to see all the angles and repercussions, knowing full well that once he stated his plan, that there was no going back. “Red, she is a part of you. You, Aela, are my mate. As such it is up to me look after you and if I can, help you fix things when you screw up. Jorrvaskr’s Undercroft... That is one big screw up... Now I am not saying it is your fault, many people played their part in it. Proventus, that waste of a corpse, did nothing if anything to help. So, it’s up to us to sort it. You said that you didn’t know where to start, yes?”

    The shame Aela felt seemed to get buried under a wave of emotions, confusion being one of them. She tried to see what he was getting at but her mind was blank.

    “Ermm, yes. I don’t know what the hell to do about it. Why are we talking about this?”

    Sotek deviously smiled at the three of them as he tapped on the table.

    “It’s simple. That’s why we’re here. This is a bandit stronghold, is it not? We’re going to tear its guts out. We’ll replace the furniture in Jorrvaskr all right, and we’ll start with this fort”.

    He allowed the information to sink in to the three Companions. They all stared wide eyed at one another then back at Sotek who just sat on the table and smiled at them.

    “We’ll take a few whelps with the each of us. Beds, tables, chairs... lots of chairs, all the chests. Send two Whelps to clear out the kitchen of pots and utensils. Book cases, everything. We’ll pile it all on the cart and head back to Whiterun”.

    Aela started laughing as she nodded at him.

    “That’s what the rope is for... Sotek we can’t ransack an imperial fort”.

    Sotek cast a wink at her as he proceeded to head towards the door.

    “Oh we’re not ransacking it. We’re looting it. Come on, we’ve a lot to do and the hour is late as it is”

     

     

Comments

10 Comments
  • Ebonslayer
    Ebonslayer   ·  November 13, 2015
    Ah... Much better.
  • Sotek
    Sotek   ·  November 13, 2015
    Ok fixed the previous and the next button. Odd that it never showed on the other computer.
    *Meli,
    Hi Meli... Fixed the error . Thanks for pointing that out.
  • The Long-Chapper
    The Long-Chapper   ·  November 13, 2015
    It's slightly lower for me too. Just noticed that now. 
  • Meli
    Meli   ·  November 13, 2015
    Another good one Sotek
    One that I spotted:
    “You’re trouble Aela is that you have no imagination.- I think this should be "Your trouble Aela, is that you have no imagination"

    Strangely, on my netbook, I'm having the same problem wi...  more
  • Sotek
    Sotek   ·  November 12, 2015
    *Exuro... Sotek does have a strong bond with his Familiar, some if this you will see soon enough.  One which does affect the familiar.
    *Ebonslayer... I’ve fixed the errors except for the manoeuvres one. It’s one of those funny words which has differ...  more
  • Ebonslayer
    Ebonslayer   ·  November 12, 2015
    Few more errors in this one.

    In paragraph 3 you spelled manner as manor.

    In paragraph 10 you added another g to wagon.

    In paragraph 23 I think Omega should be Albino because Aela and Sotek still refer to him as Albin...  more
  • Exuro
    Exuro   ·  November 12, 2015
    He did cast the wolf spell (I also liked that he'd play fetch with it). I enjoyed the brothers' glory moments too and that they turned them into useful lessons for the whelps.
  • The Long-Chapper
    The Long-Chapper   ·  November 12, 2015
    You don't need to necessarily fight to lead, I'm sure the others knew that he'd have there back if it were needed. 
  • Sotek
    Sotek   ·  November 12, 2015
    Sotek is in a bit of an odd position here, he takes control but don't actualy do any fighting. Such is the role of leadership, not that he is in any real state to fight. Vilkas and Farkas both had key glory moments, I still chuckle when I picture Farkas s...  more
  • The Long-Chapper
    The Long-Chapper   ·  November 12, 2015
    I really enjoyed this chapter. I liked the splits into different point of views and their interactions both in their little groups and together. Very interesting also to get different takes on the Companion's viewpoints and philosophies.

    And ...  more