Thread: A True Companion (Illusionfish x Battle Bunny Riven)

Battle Bunny Riven said Freyja Frost-Guard was on her way back to Whiterun from Rorikstead when she heard the commotion. What exactly was going on was hard to tell, but her ears had definitely heard the sounds of battle - the shouting of war cries, the clashing of steel, and the crackle of magic. It wasn't too much farther ahead of her now, and she was in a dead sprint to get there before the battle was over. With the current state of affairs, it was most likely a skirmish between the Stormcloaks and the Imperial Legion. While Freyja had not officially laid her allegiance out to either side, she always intervened in the fights with the interest of sparing the lives of her nordic brothers and sisters. How she wasn't a wanted woman by the Legion yet was a blessing from Talos, himself. Of course, Freyja had always been blessed. She had been the daughter of a great blacksmith and she had learned that craft from him. She had shown considerable skill as a smith and had even crafted all of her own armor and weapons from the time that she had left home till the present day. Her mother had been a sword-maiden, to boot, and her skills with the blade were something of a local legend back home. Needless to say, she passed those legendary skills to her daughter. Then there was Freyja's uncle... He was an odd fellow by nordic standards - used magic and the like. Freyja learned from him, too. He taught her to wield frost magic with the same proficiency that she could swing a blade. The end result of all of this training and tutoring was a dangerous sword-maiden with a powerful sword arm and equally dangerous skills with icy magics. That was how Freyja earned her title of Frost-Guard. Finally, Freyja arrived at the scene of the fighting and what she saw was not what she was expecting. Instead of a climactic struggle between the Stormcloaks and the Imperial Legion, she found a lone orc woman who had managed to get herself into trouble with a hoard of bandits. Surely this orsimer knew better than to venture out of town alone like this? Skyrim was a dangerous place and it had only gotten more dangerous now that there were rumors floating about that dragons had returned to the region. Freyja stood atop the rocky cliff overlooking the battle for several moments before she decided what she would do. The orsimer deserved whatever she got for venturing out here. This was a harsh and dangerous land. Everyone knew that even the folks that did not live here. On the other hand, she was a Companion and it would not be honorable to simply allow these bandits to have their way with any poor traveler. In the end, Freyja knew that she had to intervene. Orsimer were known for their ferocity and Freyja was confident that if she could stop the mage then the orc could handle the rest herself. Having not yet been noticed, Freyja raised her right hand and pointed it towards the bandit mage. Her eyes and hand began to glow with a gentle white glow mere seconds before an ice spike all but erupted from the warrior woman's hand and went flying towards the bandit mage. Neither he, nor his comrades had seen it coming. He never stood a chance. The spike struck the mage in the back and it pierced through his chest before coming to a stop mid-way through. Moments later, the now-dead corpse of the bandit mage fell to the ground. Now that the orc did not have him to worry with, she should have been fine. Click to expand... Torah heard the icy crackle of frost magic as the arrows stopped flying. Had they run out? It was a common problem for bandits, who never seemed to have full quivers but she nevertheless looked around in surprise. Was this someone new coming to join the fray who would surely finish the fight? Then she saw the body of the mage with a long shard of ice, sticking out of his body. The archers had stopped firing in what seemed like shock, but even if it was only temporary, it gave Torah her chance. She charged the bowmen and women, her greataxe singing through the harsh cold air to her targets. They were pitifully slow, no match for her speed or ferocity as she cut them down. Blood splattered the ground as limbs were lopped off like tree branches before an arborist. They had attacked her, and if they couldn't take her 1 on 1, they didn't deserve to live anymore. She wasn't innocent by many standards, but ambushing with a greater party is cowardly in any form. As she separated another head, she heard the tight twang of a bowstring being released and an arrow grazed her left ear. This one was a remarkably good shot. Turning, she lifted her axe high before throwing it at the bandit. They never stood a chance before the axe was spinning towards them and the blade, already slick with the blood of the other bandits, lodged in his skull. The battle finished, she walked up and retrieved her axe. She was going to have to either repair it or get a new one soon, due to there now being cracks in the metal and splintering on the shaft. Facing the group of now dead bodies, Torah placed a hand over her heart and saluted them. They had ambushed her, true, and that was cowardly, but despite this, they had fought well. She looked behind her to see a Nord woman, still standing atop a rocky outcrop. She must be the one who helped me Torah thought as she jogged up to the woman.