Dragonborn

A Tale of Two Dragons (Vevel/ Ormiyon)

“a lie coming from a high elf seems common place these days.” she called out feeling the static of the electricity in her hair. “you hit me with one of those i’m gonna hit you with something way worse.” the nord threatened feeling the wind stir around her as the dragon tried to escape. “oh no you don’t.” she growled swinging her axe at the thin membrane of its wings and shouting the words of dragonrend not allowing the beast to escape.

“No more common than a lie from your kind,” Ormiyon retorted. He turned a blind eye to her threat and continued his barrage of shocking spells that passed close to her, yet none hit her. The wizard had paused in his attacks when the dragon rose into the air, and yelled the same words in unintentional unison with her. A massive frost atronach had appeared at Vevel’s side. The daedra had brought a chill into the air with it, and it began to club at the dragon with one arm.

“Don’t let it get away!”

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A Tale of Two Dragons (Vevel/ Ormiyon)

“it is obviously a trick!” she shouted back swinging her axe at the dragons open mouth making it screech in pain. “right, but a real weapon works better when slaying dragons. but you couldn’t possibly understand.” she sassed back with a grunt swinging her axe again but this time at the dragon’s cheek.

“I wouldn’t fake something like this.” The elf shot back, halting in his barrage to shake his head. In his eyes, she and many other Nords were too naive to know anything about the energy that could create and destroy in an instant. Now he continued his attacks, bolts of lightning leaping from his fingertips to the dragon. Some came dangerously close to hitting her as they arced over her shoulder or passed by her side, though whether it was intentional or not wasn’t clear. He’d fought enough dragons to know that their magicka reserves could be sapped away by shock spells like any wizard’s, and that they had no resistance against such spells.

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A Tale of Two Dragons (Vevel/ Ormiyon)

“bullshit. you aren’t dragonborn and i know it for a fact!”she barked from behind the skull. she crossed her arms simply rolling her eyes at the mer as he mentioned her horse. “horse didn’t like you either.” she huffed. “you idiot! fire doesn’t harm dragons. sit down with your fancy magic let me handle this.” she grunted getting up from her hiding spot to charge the dragon.

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“Then explain what I did just now!” Ormiyon barked back. He hadn’t cared for the steed, and definitely didn’t care for the Nord either. Maybe the dragon would eat her first; that would save him the trouble of dealing with her himself, and would buy him some time, to boot. “Fire’s not the only thing I’ve got. But you couldn’t possibly understand.” The Altmer had decided to hang back in cover where it was safe and repeatedly pelt the dragon with rather large spears of ice while his unlikely (and temporary) ally closed the distance.

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A Tale of Two Dragons (Vevel/ Ormiyon)

she went to strike again but her axe went right through and buried itself in the ground. “what in oblivion? how did you learn that?!” she barked perking her ears to the sound of something moving close by. as luck would have it the territorial dragon had been resting behind a crag in the rocks and some shrubbery and heard the shout so close by. the beast turned its attention to the two of them spitting fire with its voice. the nord ducked behind the fallen dragon’s skull but her horse did not giving a distressed neigh as it fell to the ground. “dammit! i did not want to walk home today!” she roared waiting for the torrent of flames to stop before attacking.

Ormiyon found himself smiling triumphantly in response to her befuddlement. “I’m dragonborn.” He said curtly, thought the feeling of victory was fleeting. As the beast attacked with fiery breath, the elf dove to hide beneath the skeleton mere feet from the Nord who’d previously been attempting to spill his blood. “I didn’t like that horse anyway.” The wizard muttered to himself, enveloped in the healing light of a restoration spell. “I think that’s the least of your worries!” The mer shouted over the noise of the dragon. Once the oncoming stream of scarlet flames halted, he got to his feet and peeked over the skeleton to hurl a fireball at the massive dragon.

A Tale of Two Dragons (Vevel/ Ormiyon)

she blinked only momentarily and everything was so clear. that’s why he looked so familiar. he was part of elenwen’s entourage. the recognition did little to help him. she swung wildly at him nearly cleaving his hand clean off. “i can kill you off and then track down the dragon. right now i’d rather get you out of the way.” she spat swinging at him again.

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He took a step back when that recognition registered with her, too - and scowled when she continued her attacks. His expression changed to one of alarm when her swing of the axe nearly hacked his hand off at the wrist. Ormiyon stumbled backwards in an attempt to lessen the damage to himself from the attack, and he grunted in pain as the axe was dragged down his torso. “It seems there’s no talking you out of this - Feim!”

The singular word changed the Altmer, gifted him a spectral appearance, and immunity to her blows, albeit for a very short time. Ormiyon shook his head at her in his ethereal state as he idly backed away.

A Tale of Two Dragons (Vevel/ Ormiyon)

“are you offering to lie down and bleed to death for me? how sweet.” she remarked rolling her eyes. this one was annoying. “oh no i know for a fact he dosent like you. for exactly the same reason.” she responded pulling something that she thought was a splintered bone. she inspected the curved piece finding that it had been a broken tooth, a dragons tooth. “there’s another one near by.” she muttered to herself drawing the axe from her back. surely this other dragon thought of this area as its territory and would return any minute now. “do me a favor, when the dragon comes and it will could you possibly stand in its fiery breath. that would be very helpful.” she sassed trying to listen for its leathery wings.

The Altmer smirked and shook his head. “Oh no, you’ll have to work for that if it’s what you’re after.” Ormiyon replied, though he glanced at the horse when he came up in conversation and merely shrugged. His attention shifted to the skies above, though he idly pondered where he’d seen this Nord’s face before. “You’re just now figuring that out?” The wizard inquired. When she drew her axe, he glanced around the distant peaks while his hands lit up: his right with a swirling arcane fire, his left a bit of light that could only be a ward. “I should be asking you to do that. Wizards stay behind the swordsmen, don’t you know?” He too fell silent as he listened for the beating of the dragons wings or its distant roar.

she rolled her eyes as he continued to speak. she walked out from under the bones narrowing her eyes at the mer. so he was thalmor. they were rarely quiet about their allegiance and she could tell by the robes. whats the harm of thinning out their ranks right? she tightened her grip on her axe wandering closer. “while i would love to wait for this dragon to return and give you a horrific death i’m a bit impatient.” she grumbled swinging her axe at him without warning.

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Those gold eyes glanced off into the distance, but there was no sign of the dragon at all. Initially, he hadn’t been planning to work for the Thalmor, but many Altmer were coaxed under their banner. Ormiyon began to keep a watchful eye on her and her body language as she drew closer, but he didn’t expect an attack so soon. He attempted to step out of the range of her weapon, but had reacted too late, and the sharp axe drew blood as he pulled away. Pain flickered in those intelligent eyes of his as well as recognition. He cast a quick spell that reinforced his cloth and flesh against further attacks.

“I remember now - you were at Helgen.” He lifted a hand, as if that would stop her. “I think you would be smarter than this. Don’t the dragons seem a more pressing concern to you?”

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A Tale of Two Dragons (Vevel/ Ormiyon)

“are you offering to lie down and bleed to death for me? how sweet.” she remarked rolling her eyes. this one was annoying. “oh no i know for a fact he dosent like you. for exactly the same reason.” she responded pulling something that she thought was a splintered bone. she inspected the curved piece finding that it had been a broken tooth, a dragons tooth. “there’s another one near by.” she muttered to herself drawing the axe from her back. surely this other dragon thought of this area as its territory and would return any minute now. “do me a favor, when the dragon comes and it will could you possibly stand in its fiery breath. that would be very helpful.” she sassed trying to listen for its leathery wings.

The Altmer smirked and shook his head. “Oh no, you’ll have to work for that if it’s what you’re after.” Ormiyon replied, though he glanced at the horse when he came up in conversation and merely shrugged. His attention shifted to the skies above, though he idly pondered where he’d seen this Nord’s face before. “You’re just now figuring that out?” The wizard inquired. When she drew her axe, he glanced around the distant peaks while his hands lit up: his right with a swirling arcane fire, his left a bit of light that could only be a ward. “I should be asking you to do that. Wizards stay behind the swordsmen, don’t you know?” He too fell silent as he listened for the beating of the dragons wings or its distant roar.

A Tale of Two Dragons (Vevel/ Ormiyon)

@ormiyon

rorikstead had always been a quiet town even when everyone was awake and tending to their fields. always oddly quiet even to the nord’s wolfish ears but it bothered her little. news that a dragon skeleton appeared overnight however, bothered her a lot. she ventured outside of the town inspecting the skeleton. no one could kill a dragon except her so how was it there was a skeleton of a dragon she didn’t kill? there were quite a few deep slashes in the bones almost like that of a battle axe or a great sword but oddly ragged. nothing like she had seen before. she could hear the sound of someone approaching making her sigh. “you should be wary stranger. might be more dragons around here. you should take the other road. this one is not safe.” she responded from behind the massive skull. “or its the safest. not quite sure just yet.”

Ormiyon had always found Rorikstead oddly… unsettling, but he could never quite put his finger on why. He strode through the town with a somewhat quickened pace and ignored the glares of some of the townsfolk who recognized his decorated robes. He glimpsed the skeleton from a distance and changed course not to avoid it, but to head straight for it. His eyes ran over the remains as he examined the deep grooves in the bones. He’d seen his fair share of battered bones, but this was different - no battleaxe or mighty greatsword left grooves like that. “Strange…” The Altmer commented under his breath, and then he looked to the one standing over the bones. “No weapon cleaves through dragon bone quite like that.” He paused and let out a scoff. “Safe or not, I’m not afraid of dragons… Looks to me like there’s another one about.”

she looked up from the skull and to the stranger instantly crossing her arms with a snort. “good. perhaps if there is another dragon about it will make my job easier to find it once he picks you up for a meal.” she responded with a fake sweet smile. “don’t you thalmor have nord children to eat or something?” she scoffed walking away to inspect the bones more. her towering horse gave a loud snort tossing his head. “oh and he dosen’t like you either.” she said aloud as she stood in the beast’s rib cage.

Ormiyon folded his arms over his chest and rolled his eyes. “You’ll have to do the job of killing me yourself if you want it done at all.” He remarked with his own smile on his face; it harbored a sort of confidence that many would find irritating, along with something else that made him look almost like a snake luring its prey. He searched for some witty comeback as he stared at her and her steed. “I think his little show of disgust was directed at you. You’re already proving unbearable to me, so he must be even more miserable, seeing that he’s stuck with you and all. Poor creature…” The elf trailed off as he took the time to inspect her features.

A Tale of Two Dragons (Vevel/ Ormiyon)

@ormiyon

rorikstead had always been a quiet town even when everyone was awake and tending to their fields. always oddly quiet even to the nord’s wolfish ears but it bothered her little. news that a dragon skeleton appeared overnight however, bothered her a lot. she ventured outside of the town inspecting the skeleton. no one could kill a dragon except her so how was it there was a skeleton of a dragon she didn’t kill? there were quite a few deep slashes in the bones almost like that of a battle axe or a great sword but oddly ragged. nothing like she had seen before. she could hear the sound of someone approaching making her sigh. “you should be wary stranger. might be more dragons around here. you should take the other road. this one is not safe.” she responded from behind the massive skull. “or its the safest. not quite sure just yet.”