[Somewhere on the open road between Whiterun and Dawnstar]
Geminus Sierrus, riding his recently purchased horse from the Whiterun Stables, is heading north from Whiterun to get to Dawnstar. As he's riding and enjoying the beautiful weather that Skyrim is having he thinks to himself, "What a beautiful day for a ride!" Then contiues his thought of the past year since his arrival in Skyrim and setting up his post in Solitude.
First there was the months of riding carriages to the major holds making arrangements at all the taverns for room and board for his fellow brothers and sisters of the Order to have a room when ever they were in town. "The innkeepers where very pleased to make a room available for the coin I paid," he thought to himself.
Then there were the odd bounties he'd taken to keep himself in fit fighting shape and make sure his skills didn't slip. He even took up some archery lessons with the Imperial Soldiers at the castle in Solitude. "I think those soldiers were amused to see a fancy Knight fumble the arrows at first, but weren't they suprised at how well I picked up the skill!" He laughed at himself thinking about the first few weeks with a bow.
Then came the reports of more dragon attacks. The World-Eater, Alduin, had resurrected a dragon right behind the Kynesgrove Inn. The folks in that mine were surely surprised to find out there had been a dragon buried so close. Although, after visiting the site, Geminus couldn't figure out how they didn't know it was there because of the distinct mounds that are the burial sites. "I bet they were more surprised when the Dragonborn showed up and with the help from one of the last Blades, a woman named Delphine, they defeated that dragon," mused Geminus.
In the following months there were more dragons resurrected and each time the Dragonborn was there to put it back in it's place for good. Absorbing the soul of each dragon to make it permanent. This eventually led to the Dragonborn capturing a dragon and riding it to a site way off in the mountains to the east. "Can you imagine what it'd be like to soar above the mountains and valleys!" Geminus thought out loud.
Finally there came the reports that the Dragonborn actually went to Soverngard, alive! Where upon he gathered many of the fallen Nords and they defeated Alduin before he could destroy Soverngard.
"What a sight that must have been, to see the fallen comrades again and with them defeat the World-Eater!" Again thinking out loud.
"What a year it has been," thought Geminus, "and now there are rumors of something unnatural causing the earthquakes in the region. I wonder if the Order in the other provinces of Tameril are having such an interesting year. I must remember to write mother back at the Priory and ask."
Through out the year Geminius had used the services of the carriage drivers. Pleasant fellows if a bit talkative. He finally saved enough of his own money to purchase a horse. It wasn't like he didn't have money. His accounts back home were plenty full and the monthly stipend sent from the Priory was a good bonus, but most of that went to the various holds for the room rentals and the upkeep of the two houses. His and the one in Whiterun that is now owned by the Order. Even if he had to maintain it. HIS money came from the bounties and other services he provided in the last year. It was much nicer riding by himself in the clear air.
Meanwhile as Geminus pondered all these evemts, several miles had ticked off and he was coming around a bend in the road. As he did he saw one of the more amazing sights in all of Skyrim. Mammoths! Being herded by Giants. There were three of each. They were passing by a large rocky formation down the road a bit further and it looked like they were going to cross the road. Having heard the stories in the taverns about encounters with giants and mammoths, he wisely decided to stop where he was and let them wander past.
"What the..." Geminus said aloud. One of the giants had stopped by the rocky formation and was looking down at something. The rest had kept going and crossed the road. All of a sudden the giant swung its mighty club and there was a started yelp. "Hey someone else is there," Geminus said to noone in particular and continued to watch but nudged the horse into a slow walk. As he watched the giant let out a roar and kicked at whomever was there. By now Geminus was close enough to see that someone was indeed there and was in trouble of becoming minced human for a giants breakfast. It was a bit difficult to make out who the person was because of the dark leather armor they wore.
Spurring the horse to a quicker gate, He began to approach closer. Being aware of the other giants at the same time. Now he saw that the person in trouble shot an arrow in the shoulder of the giant who promptly swatted it away like it was a bug bite. The giant started to rush the man, if you could call the giants long stride a "rush", and Geminus could see that it was a young Nordic man now. The man threw a dagger, quite poorly, at the giant and it just bounced off the giant. So the man just yelled "Bastard" and sprinted off away from the giant.
At this point it was almost becoming comical if it wasn't so dire. The young Nord was running around what looked like an altar of some sort, while the giant just stepped from one corner to the next. "I think he's trying to tire the giant out," thought Geminus, "but that's not working, the stride of the giant in nearly the same as the hieght of that man. This isn't going to end well."
Geminus was now close enough to make an attack. The other giants and the mammoths had kept going and were oblivious to the fight taking place. So, he halted the horse and dismounted. Tying the lead to a branch he unstrapped his helmet from the saddle and settled it on his head, then he pulled his shield off his back and took a firm grip of it in his off hand. Then he pulled out his sword. It gleamed polished and shiny in the midday sun. He then started to approach the fight, trying to sneak up on the giant.
As he made his way as quietly as he could to the fight, the Nord backed away from the altar a short distance and then fired a pair of arrows. "At the same time! Impressive," Geminus thought, "will have to have him show me how he does that." The arrows flew true and buried themselves in the giants forehead. It roared so loud Geminus was sure the other giants had heard. Then the Nord put an arrow into the eye of the giant. This resulted in another roar as the giant clutched at his eye and tripped over the altar landing face first on the ground. That's when Geminus noticed that there was a sword in one foot of the giant as the Nord was trying to pull it out. He succeed and even managed to yank the two arrows in the giants head out, but he left the one in the eye. "Probably not a bad idea, even though the giant will probably never see out of that one again anyway," thought Geminus.
The giant still had fight in him and rolled over onto it's back and promptly smashed its club into the Nord driving him to the ground. The Nord was staggered badly and Geminus started to run now. The giant grabbed the Nord around the neck and picked him up while standing up himself. Then the giant just stood there a few moments staring at the Nord. It shook it's head, mumbled something. then dropped the Nord to the ground. A good eight or ten feet drop! Then it pulled the arrow out of it's eye, stared at it and walked away towards the other giants.
Thankfully, Geminus wasn't in the giants line of sight or he was sure he'd get kicked into Oblivion. As the giant left, he ran up to the Nord lying on the ground and noticed he was petting a rabbit, which unfortunately got startled as he approached and ran off a short distance to watch the new comer.
Geminus approached the man who was now leaning up against the altar and sheathed his sword, dropped his shield next to the Nord and knelt down pulling off his helmet. As he laid that on his shield, you could hear him begin whispering a prayer to Nine as he placed his hand on the young Nords chest. "Hold still sir, my name is Geminus Sierrus, let me heal you." Then proceeded to cast the restoration spells, Heal other and Healing Hands, taught to him and drilled into while training as a Knight.
Within a few minutes the bleeding had stopped and the majority of the mending was well on its way. However the serious bashing the young man took would leave a rather large bruise for a while under of his armor.
As he finished the spells, Geminus sat down, feeling a bit drained from those spells. He hadn't had to use those in a LONG time. "You're lucky to be alive sir," Geminus said as he extended his hand in greeting.
((sorry it's so long, needed to establish a bit of my history and come upon the scene. ))
And like I said in the OOC thread, I guess we can just say Rale got locked out or something 
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LOL When this is all over, Emberlynn is gonna have to go over her grandfather's journals and figure out why he had marked this area on the map... there's gotta be a story behind it 
