Aux Chpt Ralof route

Staring down from the tower, I could feel the heat from the near melted stones behind me, I closed my eyes for a moment and breathed out before leaping down into the building below, aiming for a flame free spot.

With a "safety roll", which I learned when I was interested in parkour as a teen, I broke my fall and dashed to other end of the building on the ground floor.

I watched Hadvar save a child right before Alduin landed in the street blasting more fire everywhere.

After he flew away again I dashed to the next location and awaited beside a wall as Alduin Landed on it right above my head, unaware that I was under him.

After he roasted an imperial and flew away, I dashed through another burning building, receiving a few more scalds on my arms and legs.

Running barefoot through this terrain was terrible luckily it seems my feet had some calluses from a travelling lifestyle, saving me some suffering.

I ran past some archers in the streets loosing arrows into the sky and came up to a keep and came upon a decision I had to make.

"We're escaping Hadvar, you're not stopping us this time!" Ralof said to Hadvar, each of them had a compelling argument as to who should lead Skyrim, but I didn't care.

All I cared about was safety and security, in this case going with Hadvar may not necessarily mean he will let me go, although he does do so in the game and seems to have compassion unlike the Captain.

But Ralof has to fight against a fully armored imperial from the beginning, which in legendary difficulty was a challenge, not to mention in reality.

Eventually, I ignored the political aspect and dashed into the keep with Ralof and rushed towards Gungnir who was laying dead in the keep. Grabbing his ax, I cut my bindings and rubbed my wrists before grabbing his equipment and putting them on.

Taking a moment to catch my breath, I tried to access some features of the game menu, unfortunately, I couldn't summon any of the menus but instead had this strange feeling which was slowly growing stronger, as if I was getting accustomed to my power.

I took the ax and focused on that power as the ax vanished into a pocket dimension, and I could make it appear again.

Ralof didn't notice anything as he was busy checking the locked gate.

'It seems I still have my inventory, what else?' I thought as I focused on the spell/power menu, but instead I found memories of 3 spell models: Flames, Conjure Familiar, and healing.

Along with that I felt my passive 25% magic resistance and racial trait ability which was Dragonskin that allowed me to absorb 50% magika from incoming hosting spells for 60 seconds.

Strangely there was another trait I don't remember seeing in the game.

Dragonborn: Cannot die of old age and can be revived using the Slen Tiid Vo (Flesh time undo) shout.

Originally I was thinking of becoming a vampire to solve the case of longevity, but that would have it's own problems, now it is no longer necessary since there's now much less benefits. unfortunately, there is no one who would use reviving shout on me and death by blade is still more than likely if I'm not careful. Also, if I get killed by a dragon, wouldn't they also absorb my soul?

Along with that, I recalled the shout I did earlier, Al Du In, dragon call shout, it wasn't surprising I could use the shout, although a Dovahkin (dragonborn) like me usually learns shouts from word was and and has to absorb dragon souls, but that is simply the easy way out.

Thanks to my desperate situation I was able to truly feel the words and learn them like the Grey beards do through effort alone.

'I'm glad I learned Dovazulan during my geek days, maybe there'll be a way to learn all the words without actually going to the word walls and killing dragons.' Thinking about my unhealthy interest in the game, I recalled that I knew another shout, although I doubt I can use it now without a deeper understanding of what the dragonrend, Joor zah frul (Mortal finite temporary) (A. K. A. Emotional Damage Shout), shout's deeper meaning is at the moment and would likely need a dragon soul... Or human soul as they were the originators of this shout.

"Nothing that way, let's try this way." Ralof said as he turned to look for a way out at the other gate.

"It's the imperials, take cover." he said as I summoned a familiar using a spell and stood next the wall in a hidden position. The familiar was much larger than I remember from the game, it was the size of a real wolf, if not slightly taller, reaching shoulder height.

As the imperials opened the gate and passed by I commanded the ethereal, wolf like familiar to lunge at the armored imperial, knocking her off her feet, while Ralof attacked the other soldier landing a clear blow to his torso and causing him to roll forward before standing up again in a defencive position.

The soldier that got knocked down was wearing heavy armor and struggled to get up with the familiar biting at her neck as I used the ax to repeatedly bash her head leaving a gruesome scene.

Suddenly a hand grabbed my arm causing me to flinch as I looked back and saw Ralof stop me.

"She's dead, you can stop now." He said as I looked at the bloody mess, I dropped my ax and stood up, my senses caught up with me and I puked.

"You'll be alright, everyone's like that at first, but we don't have time, so get yourself together." Ralof said while patting me on the shoulder.

"Just a moment." I said as I felt my mana recover feeling a little better.

"Search for a key, there has to be a way out of here." Ralof said as I disregarded the mangled corpse and took a key from her pouch along with her steel imperial sword.

We opened the gate and went deeper down into the keep underground where some rocks came crashing down blocking a long hallway giving us only one way forward, into the storeroom.

I once again summoned my familiar as it had already despawned as I wasn't feeding it any mana anymore from the distraction. That's one thing I learned, that if I keep feeding mana I could keep a summoned creature indefinitely as long as my mana holds up, it also uses less mana than to be constantly summoning.

Unfortunately, my mana pool was still too small to hold the summon for much longer. Luckily battles usually don't last that long.

Me and Ralof peaked through the door and saw two imperial soldiers searching the store room and weren't looking in our direction which alowed us another surprise attack.

My familiar ran pounced again on the armored soldier, though this time he was unsuccessful at pulling him down and simply bit into the soldier's arm which was followed by a sword stabbing into the familiar causing it to despawn.

Ralof had already stabbed his sword through the back of the other soldier causing the bloody blade to pierce out his chest along with crimson dripping out of the soldier's lips.

I had been right behind my familiar and stabbed at the armored soldier, unfortunately he blocked with his sword and stumbled back, his left arm unable to be used.

"Rebel scum!" The armored soldier shouted as he dashed at Ralof who parried his attack, nearly making a deadly counter.

Narrowly the soldier dodged and made his next move, their movements were very experienced so I didn't dare interfere with my skill level.

Instead I used the flame spell to assist allowing Ralof to finish him off with a cut to the shins which caused the soldier to kneel before standing behind him and slitting his throat execution still.

I felt a similar feeling of nausea turn in my guts as I quickly grabbed a mana potion from the shelf and downed it and made a speedy recovery.

It was hard to tell if it was the gruesome scenes or the lack of mana that was causing my nausea, perhaps a lot of both.

After recovering I took all the potions in the store room and placed them in my inventory when Ralof wasn't looking.