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The Didact's Shout Part 7, SurpriseI've framed it in my mind before, you know. Dreamt of days where we wouldn't have to worry about meddling with the lives we were born to protect. There are some days where I ask myself why we even have to worry about anything other than ourselves. Perhaps you were trying to teach me something invaluable before I die, and join the rest of you? I may never know.
The Didact stood in the court mage's study, a bored expression on his face. The wizard sat in his chair, muttering to himself excitedly while looked over the dragonstone. It was a bronze, roughly triangular slab. All over the front, there were little rune-like carvings that bore a measure of significance. The Promethean played his little task through his mind once more.
It wasn't overly difficult to find his way in the ancient tomb, save for the number of bandits that milled about, waiting in ambush. The Didact would never grow tired of their reaction at seeing such a titan, clad in gunmetal grey armor, yet moving without
The Didact's Shout Part 6, To BoastPerhaps it is my stature and size that repels all but the bravest foes. I haven't fought anything for hours, and I fear I may need to rest again soon. Even though the sun is has just awoken, I feel a bit drained.
The sun was once again rising from the east by the time the Didact had left through the front gate, and made his way toward the misty mountains that clustered to the south of the hold. It was a short walk, as the Promethean took long strides that helped save precious time. He was, after all, seeking something far more important than the mere mythical return of long dead creatures.
But the dragons were indeed well alive, that much was certain. However, with every day that passed by, the sense of urgency that plagued the Didact's thoughts seemed to ebb away little by little. More and more, he felt as though he now had a new purpose in Skyrim. With deep contemplation, the Didact had accepted his unfortunate series of events, knowing that good things came to those who would
The Didact's Shout Part 5, LitmusI don't know why, but I suddenly feel like I must help however I can. I think your softness has rubbed off on me, dear. Not an hour goes by that I think of you, and I only hope that every good deed will bring me closer to finding a way out. Although, I'm slowly starting to appreciate this world. It has a beauty that is unique, it would certainly be a shame to have the parasite claim it.
"Well friend, it seems like this is where we part ways. I have to head to Windhelm, and give Ulfric an update of what's happened." Ralof slung his pack over his shoulder, looking to the east where the sun began to rise.
They had slept in Gerdur's for the night, but Didact politely requested that he slept near the river outside. The Promethean stayed for dinner, although he only ate a few cheese wedges, some eggs, and a loaf of bread. He explained to everyone at the table of why he had such a certain diet, making light conversation. As strange as it was, no one was offended.
It was morning now, an
The Didact's Shout Part 4, SizeI often have quite an undesirable effect on the lesser beings, my wife. Can you imagine what it would have been like had we actually coexisted with the humans? Hah, you most likely would have enjoyed my misery.
"So.. he's what again?" Gerdur took her gloves off to wipe the accumulating sweat off of her forehead.
"He said he's called a- what was it... 'Forerunner'? I'm not sure what they are either to tell you the truth, sister. But he seems friendly enough, plus the fact that I was his first friend he's made."
"Did he ever say what it was that made him come to Skyrim? We just don't get folk like him."
Ralof sighed and looked over to the Didact, who was talking with the town's guard dog, who was being petted by a young boy. Taking a sip of mead, he turned back to his sister, who was stirring her stew in a pot.
"No, he hasn't exactly told me. At least, not yet. But don't worry, I'm sure he'll warm up to us. He said he has to head over to Whiterun. Didn't say why, only that he felt
pt.3 knowingA/N: Another quickie, I'm pretty happy with where this story is going.
I cannot seem to find anything that would help me keep a fond memory of you, my love. In a world where I seem to have no recognition, my sudden goal for the reclamation of that of which I deem valuable seems to be one of a vain purpose. No. I will find a way out of here. Then, and only then, will I find you.
The fight had only lasted a few minutes. The Didact only had to walk in, and crush the Imperials under his heel without struggle. It seemed that it would require greater opponents to challenge the Promethean's might. After learning that Tullius had indeed made it out alive, they made a run for it. They were running out of time, the Dragon was nearly finished with the garrison above ground, and it wouldn't be long before it found them.
The two Stormcloaks opted to stay behind, leaving Ralof and Didact to continue on through the caves, cutting down any Imperials not wise enough to st
The Didact's Shout Part 2, Good ConditionA/N: Finally, I managed to get part 2 up! Riverwood and Whiterun are coming soon :y
I apologize for length, but I wanted to have something up for you all. Also, chapters might now be just this length, Part 1 was well typed out before I even thought of making a post on here.
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As the door shut behind them, Ralof grabbed nearby plank and jammed it in the slide. At least now, that might buy them some time from any Imperials. He glanced around, assessing their situation. The Didact nodded, holding his hands up.
"Now, would you kindly?"
Ralof approached him, pulling out a dagger. After a few moments of effort, the rope finally was cut. It fell to the floor, and the Promethean was able to stretch. Ralof took a couple of steps back, staring in awe at the unique features of his companion. He looked at the Didact's hands, which had six fingers, all of which were the same length and ended in a rounded point.
He then saw his legs, which were clawed, a
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