Chapter 8: Two Mothers (1/2)
Brynjolf ran towards the canal and started looking for Jon, athe whole h rooftop to a deep canal while shouting a 'War Cry' certainly took a toll on a 10 years old child, even though his e is about 35, it could only add to the burden on the body
Brynjolf fished the dizzy boy out from the canal and carried hiht up to Brynjolf and took the already passed out Jon froirls took the purse, they kept it away froht, Jon's War Cry didn't scare them as he did not consider them to be hostile
On the rooftop the thieves were already at the brink of losing their souls, Sibbi as the target of the 'War Cry' was experiencing true terror, he was going to have PTSD after this for sure
One ained by Nords Through it, warriors could conjure all their fighting spirit and bloodlust, then manifest it into a thunderous cry The cry can devastate the morale of any weaker enemies and wouldwarriors could make this cry, Ulfric Storer of the Co a 'War Cry'
For a se to use such a skill, his future is certainly that of a great warrior, when the 'Companions' hear of this, they would send their people to invite hiuilds but in Skyriuilds in game and they are those people who coht, they avoided political conflicts, so instead of calling them mercenaries they better to be called 'Adventurers'
The legend of Ysgrae for all Nords
A warrior from a faraway continent in the north was He is one of the endary heroes of Men, who played a pivotal role in the ascendency of humans on the continent of Tamriel, but that's a story ill continue in another time
Back to the present and few meters away from the passed out Jon, Hilda and Nurina stared at each other while Delvin was holding his forehead, he looked to both ”Nurina this is Hilda, Jon's e”
”I see” Hilda was the first to speak, she totally forgot about that
”I am Nurina Aren, a pleasure” Nurina turned cold a for Jon all these years” Hilda spoke politely
Nurina narrowed her eyes which turned cold and sharp, ”You here to take hiave a wry s ” He's better off without me”
Nurina felt the sadness in Hilda's voice, she wasn't going to give up her apprentice and the person she considered a faht from the start, but she sympathized with Hilda
”… This way” Nurina walked ahead leading Hilda to the direction of the orphanage, Hilda followed after she whispered sonaled to Brynjolf and both disappeared in the crowd
A while later Hilda as in her cloak and hood reached the Orphanage with Nurina, and it seems the kids have already reached her before the the entrance and to the next floor the found the kids grouped around Jon's bed, Ysolda and Akara kept nursing him Nurina arrived to the side of the bed and handed a blue potion to the girls, she instructed them and led Hilda to her roo hi in her heart, she then followed after Nurina
Nurina opened her roohtly, she offered her a seat and sat opposite to her
Hilda sat and rested her big battle axe to a wall then reh roon objects that clearly didn't originate from Skyrim, a basket that held some staves and many shelves packed with books, a wide bed and a few pots that had soeous room that fitted the Dunmer style
Silence took the lead of the conversation but Nurina as the host had to cut it, she looked at the bucket beside her and fished out a bottle, she offered it to Hilda ith a ”Thanks” gladly took it
It was Honningbrew Mead, Nord's favorite
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After a sip, Hilda spoke, ”So, the o, he learned it from you?” She asked One ic and so and enchanted weapon though
”He is talented and hardworking, for a Nord with a talent that surpasses so that history has rarely recorded” Nurina bragged as much as she could
Hilda sic” She gave off a smile yet it was felled with sadness
”I aave her condolences
”Oh! No, he's alive… probably” Hilda ed her shoulders
”Probably?!” Nurina was puzzled
”The Thalmor failed to kill him in both the Great War and Hammerfell resistance, yet he killed the
”The war ended, and as a war hero Shouldn't that treaty of White-Gold so protect him and his family?” Nurina was a bit confused here