The Dragons Fire

The Dragons Fire

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Genre: Fantasy

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Genre: Fantasy

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Galagash. A cold and skillful warrior. Where will his tale end? Will it ever end? No one knows. But we do know where it starts, when the Chiefs daughter is kidnapped by a clan of bandits. Should be an easy task...
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Summary

Galagash. A cold and skillful warrior. Where will his tale end? Will it ever end? No one knows. But we do know where it starts, when the Chiefs daughter is kidnapped by a clan of bandits. Should be an easy task...

Chapter1 (v.1) - Prologue

Author Chapter Note

Our adventure begins. Galagash's begins. Where will we end up?

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 25, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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You know...when I first came to this wretched land, the cold was unbearable. Now it looks like I'm the cold, and the people can't bear me...


The sounds of heavy yet nimble footsteps fill the air, accompanied by a deep brutish breath. In and out. Slowly. As quiet as he can be. 

"Where is it?" the person thinks to himself as he raises his bow. A finely smithed hunting bow, made specifically for him. It's string taut, its metal always shining. A fine bow indeed, though the pull weight far too heavy for the average person to pull. However to Galagash, it was perfect, he could feel the tension, keeping his muscles tight, perfect for aiming. 

A twig snapping in the bush alerts Galagash. He quickly spins around, now crouching towards the direction it came from. A low intimidating growl radiating from the large bush, enough to make any person run. Not Galagash though. Years of hunting and survival made him more beast than mer. The growls grow louder, now almost a howl. Galagash pulls his lips into a snarl, showing his large fang-like tusks, engraved by his tribe's shaman. 

"Show yourself beast! You are a coward!" he challenges as he nocks an arrow and pulls the string back. Almost as if it were scripted to happen, the large beast rears its head. A cave bear, nearly eleven feet tall, heavily muscled and scarred. It opened its mouth and let out a terrible cry, showing all of its dagger-like teeth. 

"Ah...yes...you'll make a fine cloak!" Galagash taunts once more as the beast continues its bombardment of noise, in an attempt to intimidate Galagash. Unfortunately, Galagash was nearly impossible to scare. He had faced giants of mythical size, bears the size of houses, and men that might as well been Daedra. No simple bear was intimidating him. 

Galagash let his breath out slightly, in a hiss, and released the string, sending the arrow at unimaginable speeds towards the bear's chest. It pierced the bear's chest surgically and embedded itself deeply, piercing the heart of the beast and ending its suffering as quickly as possible. Its last few breaths the only noise in the forest, almost as if the forest mourned its passing. Galagash walks over slowly, cautiously, and inspects the bear's lifeless body. He reaches down and snaps a few of the bears fangs off, a trophy of its defeat. 

"I thank you for the challenge and your gifts upon departing this world. May your passage be swift and smooth brother" Galagash says quietly as he lays a hand on the skull of the dead creature. 
Quiet footsteps once again echo through the quiet forests of Falkreath, not a sound to be heard besides Galagash's heavy, yet quiet footsteps. 

"This hide will make a fine cloak. A layer of Orcish mail underneath shall surely add to its allure" Galagash thinks to himself as he steps over a rotten log, the earthy smell filling his nostrils. 

"As hard as life is in this beautiful wasteland, I wouldn't want another land to call my own" Galagash says quietly as he speeds his pace, now almost a jog as he winds and twists through the trees and boulders lining the forest floor. His heavy footsteps leaving deep imprints on the ground, as they should. Weighing nearly four hundred and eighty pounds in his armor, he was quite heavy. Heavier than the average Orc. That was why he was the tribe's designated warrior. His skill and size unmatched. He was also the designated huntsman. As large as he was, he was as nimble as a Bosmer archer. 

His armor was covered in trophies. Trophies of his hardest battles. Primarily the remains of fallen foes. His skin scarred from close calls and his knapsack filled with teeth of the largest of beasts. He was Galagash Bloodkin, and his story was about to get very interesting...


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