Harald frowned, the forest forgotten he turned back, “I thought you liked my plan?”
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Strategies and plans - We have a part in this!” Savos said quietly, ending in a hiss.
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“Yes I was there for it, I was with you at Soulrest and Torval, which means I know how free we are. “There’s been so much to lead to this…” he began, “You were there for some of it, but we only play our part in the strategies of our fathers.” Harald let his hand fall to his belt, to its accustomed resting place on a sword hilt, groping in the dark before remembering he had disarmed for the night. “But, again, is it what has been or what will be that concerns you?” “You’ve been looking forward to this war haven’t you?” Savos continued after a while. They were far enough away from the camp to be free of the lights and smell of watchfires, with only the most trusted of their companions below in the estate. The elf turned and leant on the balustrade, red eyes glinting like garnets in the dark, and they stood in warm silence, listening to the river. He retreated with the standard of the Tenth, I will lead them back, and be the first to plant a flag there for a hundred years.” “Tomorrow I walk in my grandfather’s steps I will carry war into the wood as he did. Harald turned and smiled, “Savos.” he nodded to his friend, “This is a thing a century in the making my friend, all I see is what I’ve conjured, a compensation of the mind.” He thought of the last time he had gone into Valenwood and his journey across the elven lands. “What do you see?” He asked, “Do you think of the crossing or what comes after?” Nightflyers screeched in the branches of the forest beyond the river, and Harald imagined the howls and roars of the beasts hunting them.Ī figure came to stand on the balcony beside him.
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Harald frowned into the dark night, he could hear the rushing of the river that divided friendly and hostile lands, but despite the moons above the night was too dark to see anything but degrees of black. The Doom Drum thundered on, the Moon Beast’s iniquity rolling through the sky. Egil Vandrædskald wrote these words, but lived them too.Ī biography of the Last Dragonborn's life, covering the period between Oblivion and Skyrim, including the Great War and leading to his accession to the Ruby Throne. Being the saga of Harald Holmganger, known now as Hadrian Septim, last king of the ancient blood of Atmora, and in order that his great deeds be known.