#RAGNAR POV#
Balgruuf keeps staring at me...
"Seriously...you...want nothing from us?" He asks, and I nod
"I...I do not know what to say..."
"Of course, these ARE excruciating circumstances...so...while the healing is no issue...the matter of supplies is different...that will not happen again...hopefully it doesn't have to..." I tell Balgruuf that I know the value of being a healer is in the present moment
"Of course..." He says with a sigh before his eyes sharpen as I make sure to emphasize that I do not care about the healing but rather the supplies, and I can see the vague hope in his eyes that he squashes down
"We can discuss that later...right now...the issue for Morthal takes precedence," I tell him
"That it does...by the way...would you happen to know anything about that?" He asks me
"Only that dozens of undead attacked us every few hours, besides that, I am unsure of Morthal's current state. Given what I learned from the refugees who claim that a dragon attacked, along with a legion of undead..." I say as he closes his eyes for a moment
"Indeed...I would have dismissed it if it were the ramblings of just a small number of people who had gone mad...but given the sheer number of people saying it is true...I must take the matter seriously...the safety of my people depends on it..." Balgruuf says, and I am reminded as to why I liked him in the game
He truly cares for his people...
"I truly do wish you luck, but if it really is a dragon...you are going to have your hands full. Hopefully, you are able to spare some more time later. Also...if any of your soldiers come back with wounds, I would be willing to help them out." I tell him and raise my hand respectfully
"As I said before... the current circumstances have demanded it ...so please...do not think too highly of it..." I tell him, not wanting to seem like I am taking advantage of the situation
He stares at me for a moment before nodding
We say our goodbyes to one another as he goes back to organizing the people of Whiterun
After that, the three of us go back to set up our tent
"Master...why did you not offer to aid them in combat?" Albedo asks, serving me food as I sigh
"While I may be stronger than average, one thing I don't have is experience, and yes...fighting undead would definitely help me in that aspect, but at the moment, there is no need to go with them when we can help them more on the side," I explain to Albedo
"As much as I would like to join them and deal with that...dragon...I know for a fact that the dragon is more than able to kill me with ease, while the 2 of you would be able to maybe stall it while also protecting me."
"Why did you not tell the Jarl that we know that what the refugees claim is true?" Marika asks next
"He doesn't know us, and while I am sure he would appreciate our help, he would become suspicious of us...even more than he already is due to using healing magic on the refuges without asking for anything in return, even if I tried to hide under excruciating circumstances, we would draw even more attention to ourselves..." I stop as I think about something
"Regarding that, we may need to see about setting up a temporary place of healing when they come back from dealing with the undead in Morthal...and possibly that dragon..." I say, thinking about that last part a bit more
I am still wondering why those 2 dragons are still alive...well, one of them still is
Considering that we ended up killing the weaker one, it may be obvious to say that the dragon is not Paarthanaux, thankfully
"Tomorrow we are going to be making a place we can use to heal people better... "
#TIMESKIP 3 DAYS LATER#
We watch as Balgruuf and a small army of his best soldiers leave for Mortha,l accompanied by a few of the Companions
Despite wanting to join them, something in my gut tells me that I made the right decision not to go with them
A few hours later, our attention gets drawn by screaming, and we rush outside and see Balgruuf's army rushing toward Whiterun, and in the distance, I can even see Balgruuf on a horse using his axe to tear through the undead legions on his way
"Oh fuck me..." I say
A crack in the sky draws my attention
I turn to look at High Hrothgar and see something that nearly makes my heart stop
5 dragons are attacking at the peak of it, visible even from miles away, with one dragon fighting back...and thankfully winning
"Fuck..." I whisper as I see the scene, and even the people in Whiterun are looking at the scene
Turning to look back at the army marching towards Whiterun, Albedo, Marika, and I quickly rush forward
Unsheathing my axe, I ignore the feeling of strength that comes over me as Albedo casts Ebonyflesh on the three of us
I barely notice some soldiers starting to follow behind us as we reach the Jarl and the soldiers that are still alive
I swing at a Draugr and sever its upper body in half with a single swing
My axe is made from Ebony and magically treated gold, as well as having flame and shock enchantments to better deal with undead, while my sword has a frost and shock enchantment
Using a mix of magic and my axe, I manage to kill around a dozen or so Draugrs...it would have been impressive if Albedo and Marika hadn't already killed around fifty or so each
Given how they brutalize the draugr and rip them to shreds with either their weapons, magic, or even their hands
Marika herself is literally grabbing some Draugr and slamming them into others
Albedo cleaves one of the Draugr with her axe and kicks the upper body into a few of them, making them break bones that then stick out
Using a fire spell, I make sure to burn at least some of the bodies when I get the chance to prevent them from being raised by some of the mage skeletons that I can see in the distance...
"We must retreat inside to the walls..." I hear Balgruuf shout before drop-kicking what I immediately recognize as a Draugr Deathlord on the face, making it fall on its back, interrupting the shout it was going to use
I cut down some more undead as we help the Balgruuf and whatever is left of his army get back to the walls...
"Damn..." I say as I nearly forgot about the refugees outside the walls
"MOVE TO THE REFUGEE CAMP..." I stop as I blast a Draugr in the face with an ice pike that pierces its skull and lands on the throat of the Draugr behind it...
"WE MUST NOT LET THEM PASS...THE ARCHERS WILL PROVIDE COVER FIRE..." I scream out loud hoping that they listen...
...and listen they do...
We start slowing down as we move to the camp next to Whiterun
"Is there no end to these blasted things?"
"How many of them were our allies?"
"We need to push forward..."
I hear people say next to me as I slash and cut through the Undead
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Marika easily destroying Draugr using her sword to slice through the undead and using Alteration magic to shift the terrain around the Draugr to make them trip of raising walls of dirt to shield soldiers from arrows
I stop as a Draugr clad in armor that I realize is made from Ebony, as well as his weapons...what is worse is that he is riding a big wolf...
No...not a wolf...a Werewolf
An undead werewolf...
I am hit from the side as a Draugr slams his shield into my ribs
I feel some pain flare, but the Ebony Flesh Spell still helps deal with most of the damage
I lash out and let out a torrent of flames in its face just in time to see Albedo jumping into the air and using her axe to cut both the Undead Draugr in Ebony and the undead werewolf...
...I think I am in love...
A shadow looms over us...
Looking up, my eyes widen as I look at the dragons about to fall on the battlefield...
"All right...this is some bullshit..."