I, Draugr Chapter 1 (Patreon)

A story where a normal man dies and awakens as an undead being in Skyrim.

And decides to make it everyone's problem.

[You have died.]

Oh shit, forreal?

You know, I didn't notice that little tidbit even when a fucking train ran me over while I was in the fucking bathroom!

How in the fuck is that even possible?!

We went from Truck-kun to Train-Kun?! Am I the second coming of Tanya then?!

And where the fuck am I!?

I'm in a cold damp cave, obviously. How very observant of me.

And the other obvious thing is that I am a skeleton.

How wonderful.

[Race: Lesser Skeleton]

The weakest creature and enemy in existence. Even rats are more troublesome than Lesser Skeletons.

Aight mate, if you wanna throw hands, just say it. No need to talk shit.

[Souls required for Race Advancement – 5]

Okay, that's good news- Now hold up a fucking second.

I just died, and I ain't feeling much. Am in an Ainz expy or some shit?

I can feel anger and indignation, seen when the lil' bitch pretty much told me I'm weaker than a rat.

But still… Ah, whatever.

What else ya got for me, mate?

[Destruction Path – Frost Magic]

The mighty and feared Frost Magic, the power to blanket entire cities in frost and snow, or turn your enemies into ice sculptures.

Hn… That does kinda sound familiar, but alright. Always loved Ice Magic in games, so I ain't saying no.

[The Cold touch of Death.] (Passive)

As an Undead being, your Frost Magic is far colder and more biting than normal, and it's effects lasts for much, much longer.

And I got a Buff already! Less goo-!

Actually, do I got a Status-?

Race – Lesser Skeleton

Souls; (0)

Skill/s;

[The Cold touch of Death.] (Passive)

Magic Spells;

[Magic Missile] (0/10)

(Magic Spell slot available) x2

Huh, I do. And it's rather… Simple.

I presume this isn't a 'Hold my hand' System then, like the ones I usually read about in fanfiction.

I have no Levels, and it seems I even have a limited amount of Spell slots.

Can I gain more? Do I create them myself? Can I remove them and create new ones?

Things to test out and find out with time.

But first, time to explore and find out where the fuck I am.

If I got Isekaied, it better be a damn good world.

I'm in a dark tunnel, but I can hear the sound of rushing water coming from both my left and right.

The right side goes up, and the left side goes down, so… Oh well, might as well go down.

I sit up, a bit freaked out by my sheer lack of feelings in everything, but push through either way. I feel like I am breathing, but I am not. What a weird feeling.

I have no sense of feeling or touch. I don't feel cold or uncomfortable. Nor anything else.

How… peculiar.

"Can i- Oh shit, I can talk!" Well, that's good at least. Even though I really shouldn't be able to…

My voice sounds- not similar to my old one. Just very young and with a faint echo to it.

This will take some getting used to.

Either way, I start moving downward, towards the sound of rushing water, and I am a bit surprised at how easily I can move around.

When I turn the corner, I'm met with a strangely familiar sight.

A waterfall and a small rocky bridge going past a large hole right before it, with some light descending down from above.

Hol' up…

I've been through here enough times to easily recognize it even with Real Life Graphics.

I'm inside Bleak Falls Barrow, specifically the area where the Frost Troll resides. The one that spawns if the player is above a certain Level when coming here.

And the room where the secret corpse resides up above.

I step up on the bridge and look up, and true indeed, I see a leg hanging off a rock along the walls.

Thomas, if I remember right. Part of the bandits stationed outside and a mage, given the task to climb up outside Bleak Falls Barrow and use the opening above to snipe down at the Frost Troll with his magic.

Only for him to slip and fall to his death.

As for the Frost Troll… Ah, there it is.

I look off the bridge and see it down below, part of it's fur having been set ablaze by Thomas's magic very likely.

And then in it's panic, the fucking guy fell off the bridge just as Thomas slipped up above.

Now… How do I get Thomas down here? From the looks of it, he isn't wearing normal Bandit gear, but Mage robes.

So obviously I want them. Mostly because I don't like standing here with my bones hangin' out.

Right, I got a Spell, don't I?

[Magic Missile] (0/10)

A simple and weak beginner Spell. It can't even kill weak rats on impact.

A dark blue orb of energy comes into existence on my bony palm, roughly the size of fist.

With a flick of my wrist, it shoots out and impact against the rocky wall with a light sound, neither that fast or insanely slow.

Though it disperses on impact, clearly not having that much power packed behind it.

Then why the fuck would you call this shit a 'Missile'?

Still, those numbers beside it might mean that it has Levels… But how do I level it up? Through constant use?

Or does this need Souls too?

Maybe both?

Again, stuff to find out later.

The question I want answered right now is; Has the Dragonborn been through here yet?

The Bandits and the Thief should be dead if so, hence I'll backtrack and go check on them later.

But first…

Moving past the bridge, I take the other route to descend down, where the Frost Troll corpse is.

The fucker is massive, clearly over three meters tall, and with arms the thickness of my whole body.

This dude for sure could throw mean hands...

[A Soul has been absorbed!]

Hn? But I didn't do anything?

…

I guess I can just take Souls from old corpses then- No wait, this fucker looks fresh.

Huh, he actually is. The blood that came out of it's popped open skull is still wet, so this must've happened recently. Maybe just a little bit before I woke up here.

Then the bandits must surely still be outside… Fuck.

I need a way to protect myself, so I have to come up with some good Spells for my two remaining slots.

But first… This might go to waste, but I need to check if it works-

[Magic Missile has Advanced!]

[Magic Missile] (1/10)

A simple and weak beginner Spell. It can't even kill weak rats on impact.

Add Modification!

Okay, so the numbers beside it are the Levels and it's Limit, and using a Soul will upgrade it by one.

The description didn't change, other than that Modification tidbit.

I presume I can change the Spell just a bit, maybe to reinforce it?

Then… More speed equals more power, so gimme that.

[Magic Missile] (1/10)

A simple and weak beginner Spell. It can't even kill weak rats on impact.

Modification; Speed Up!

Once more, I let the Spell take form in my hand.

Still the same size and color, same everything, but… I watch it rocket against the wall in front of me at more than twice the speed from before.

The loud 'Bang!' the resounds all around from the impact tells me all I need to know.

I can make this shit work.

I'll turn this bitch into a damn RPG, I swear to fuckin' God.

Still, how do I increase my Magicka reserves? From my current estimation, it seems I can only cast Magic Missile five times before I need to recover… Which admittedly doesn't take long.

Perhaps raising the Rank of my Race will do that, so I better save up Souls and hope that Spells can Advance with practice and use too.

I walk back up on the fridge, though I do not know if I should backtrack and clear the Draugrs after the Thief, or keep going until I reach the sealed door.

I don't even know if the other Undead will treat me as a friendly or an enemy, which can make things dangerous as I don't know if there are differences in this Bleak Falls Barrow.

All the corpses stored here can come back and decide to throw hands with the random skeleton before their eyes, not just the few that were present in the game.

Hm…

Fuck it, let's backtrack first-

A faint groan reaches my nonexistent ears – No, seriously, how the fuck can I hear? – bringing me to a slight pause.

What the fuck was that?

I peek down at the Troll, but the corpse is still there, so… I peek up at Thomas, and see the fucker actually standing up.

He… ain't alive though… Ain't no goddamn way he is alive with that caved in skull.

When he turns, I notice that his lone eye is actually glowing blue, much to my surprise.

He became a Draugr? So fast? I know that if corpses are left unattended they become Draugrs here, but I didn't think that it was this fast!

I mean, he must've died barely half an hour ago or so!

And now he just slipped again-

Splat!

Yeeaaaah… He ain't getting up from that. His brain is a bit everywhere now.

…

Oh well, more robes for me!

[A Soul has been absorbed!]

And thank you for your kind death- I mean donation! Who knew I could be so uncaring towards death.

"Still, you better hope you didn't ruin my new robes, dude." His brain is a little bit over there, and over here, and over there too, so it better not be on the damn robes.

They look cool too, black with a strange dark blue chalice mark over the heart. I don't remember such a symbol from the game, nor any mods.

What to do with this dudes Soul though? Shall I save it, or shall I improve my Magic Missile once more?

I need five to improve my race, but I do not know if I get a Soul from everything I kill, else that can be busted and broken as I can just kill animals.

Or perhaps I need to kill stronger beings than animals, like trolls and humans or very strong beasts like Mammoths.

Something to consider.

I set those thoughts aside and swiftly move to strip down the poor idiot that fell to his death twice.

[Mana Imbued Robes – Poor Quality]

Robes woven together through materials that basked in Mana. Offers a minor enhancement to Spell powers and Mana Regeneration.

Interesting… Mana imbued materials, so not Enchanted Forging? Another type of crafting then?

Still, I put the robes on, though I don't feel much of a change. But I do notice a slip of paper on the ground that fell out of my new fancy robes.

'Just like in the game.' That amusing thought runs through my head as my skeletal fingers pick up the folded slip of yellowed paper, then pulls it open.

"Thomas, I do not give a fuck if you are from the Merchant Guild. I am paying you, and as long as I do, you follow my fucking orders, and those fucking orders are to climb up the side of the mountain and ruins, and kill the damn Frost Troll blocking our way deeper in. If you don't like it, me and my ax can come up with a very convincing argument for you."

Huh…

First thing I notice is that I can read this new and different language easily.

The second thing I notice is that the letter is clearly different from the one in the game. A bit similar, but also quite different.

"Merchant Guild…" I presume this chalice symbol is owned by them.

After a few seconds of thinking about it, I reach down and dab my fingers in the puddle of blood left behind by Thomas's death, then stain the blood over the mark so to cover it up.

Just in case I don't find better clothing once and if I get out of Bleak Falls Barrow. I doubt this 'Merchant Guild' will feel happy about a skeleton walking around with their robes on.

Either way, what do I do now? The way back is through the catacombs possibly filled with Draugrs that might or might not be hostile towards me.

The way forward has less Draugrs, and the big boss at the end.

...If they don't act hostile towards me, I may be able to take them out and claim their Souls to strengthen myself, something I really need right now.

I can be killed by a single blow for sure, and don't have any other Spell aside from the Magic Missile one, plus I need to backtrack because the Golden Claw is what I require to go further ahead.

How annoying, I am stuck between a pack of wolves and a wall, and the only way out is through either of them.

I need to see if I draw the hostility of my fellow undead up ahead before I backtrack into a place filled with them. And if I can get my hands on a dagger or ax, then better.

After all, better kill the Draugrs while they are getting up than just wait for them to draw their weapons.

With that plan in mind, I stride forward and into the next tunnel, up a small rise in the ground, take a turn to the left and… there's a Draugr corpse by the entrance to the next hall where a strong Draugr resides.

It's slumped down and lacking any sort of clothing, showing its desiccated corpse. And I do not miss the ax still clutched in its right hand.

Is this the guy that charges at the player on the bridge when they aren't high enough level to make the Frost Troll spawn?

I scratch my body chin as I approach, then come to a pause when the Draugr stirs, blue flames filling its empty eye-sockets and flicking towards me as it slowly rises.

A weak moan leaves its lips, but aside from that? It just stands there and looks at me.

Well, thanks for the assistance then, dude.

A Magic Missile slams into its face while my other hand reaches forward to grab its ax, then yank it out of its hold before it could collapse on the ground.

The blow didn't do much other than cave its face in, but it still tried to stand afterward.

An ax to the head easily stopped that, though.

[A Soul has been absorbed!]

And thank you for your kind donation too. Now I have two Souls in my stock, and need three more to upgrade my Race.

I retrieve the ax from the skull, then step through the opening in the rocks to walk into a hall overgrown by giant roots and webs, yet somehow still lit up by some torches hanging on the walls.

And to the right, far down the hallway and through a gap between some roots, I see the large doors that lead deeper into the tomb.

I at first don't see the Draugr that should be patrolling the front of those doors, but I do once I enter the room filled with massive roots.

Unlike the previous one, his body is clad in some thick yet mostly decayed armor. Only the rusted metal pieces around his shoulder and chest remain, while the rest is mostly gone aside form some stray rags.

He is standing within his upright coffin, but his eyes do light up the moment I approach, and like before, he regards me with a vacant expression without doing anything.

He has a large war-hammer on his back, and if I raise my ax he might go on the offensive… Might as well do the same thing I did to the previous Draugr.

Magic Missile to the face, then ax into the skull.

The magic projectile hits the target head on, caving in his jaw and nose while sending broken teeth fragments everywhere, his head going back and banging against the bottom of his coffin.

His arms uncross, but even that is useless once I put my ax into his skull.

The flames in his eyes die out, and his corpse slumps to the ground.

[A Greater Soul has been absorbed!]

That's… new. A Greater Soul? So there are Soul Tiers like in the game?

No, else the previous Souls I'd have gotten would have been Common Souls, or even Petty or Lesser Souls.

Yet, they were named just Souls. So what is the difference? What makes this one 'Greater'? Why did a creature like the Frost Troll also not give me a Greater Soul?

As if on cue, my answers are given to me.

[Greater Soul]

A moderately powerful Soul, owned by either a moderately strong Mage or one who knows the Dragon Language.

When using it as Upgrade Material, it has a value of two Souls.

When using it to upgrade Spells, it has a value of a single upgrade, but grants the ability of adding two Modifications instead of one.

Ah, so this fucker was either a Mage too, or he could have Fus Ro Dah'ed me into powder. Gotcha.

I wonder why knowing the Dragon Language makes the Soul stronger though, but oh well, I'm not gonna ask questions I can't get answers to right now.

Still, with this Soul I just need to find one more Draugr before I can Upgrade my Race, but…

[Magic Missile] (2/10)

A simple and weak beginner Spell. It can't even kill weak rats on impact.

Modification; Speed Up! X3

The same small orb appears in my hand, then proceeds to scream through the air and – BANG! - Smash a large crack into the wall at the other end of the room.

Pieces of large rocks fall down after powerful impact, satisfying me greatly.

I shall stand on the fact that I am turning this bitch into an RPG.

I need a way to protect myself, and gladly the use of that Greater Soul wasn't a waste, as the speed bonus given from the double modification is quite massive.

I'd say that the increase is either 50% – or maybe even 100% – of the original speed. And luckily enough, it stacks.

Now, to proceed forward and see if I can murder more fellow undead!

Funny how I became a problem to every unliving thing – and probably also living – the moment I came back to life.

Oh well, me mama raised no quitter, so I problem I shall be and remain!

xxXXxx

A simple gut feeling. That was all it took for Aurelia to come to Skyrim.

Her work as a Paladin of Lord Arkay led her around the whole of Cyrodiil to assist as many people as she possibly could with her capabilities, while also smiting any Undead or vile Necromancer in her way.

That is all she wants in life. Do good, and help the people, no matter the reward or the welcoming they give her. Like her parents did.

Yet, the welcoming she got once she stepped foot in Skyrim is by far the worst she ever got in her life, and for the first time it wasn't because of the color of her hair.

First she ran into a group escaping soldiers, then into another group chasing said soldiers. The first one? They just ran past her, much to her confusion.

The second one, clearly clad in very familiar Imperial leather armor or Imperial Iron Armor, instantly tried to arrest her for 'colluding with the rebels'.

Aurelia knew of the rebellion going down in Skyrim – a very foolish one, if she could say so – and it partly fueled her desire to come here and assist the populace like she usually does.

Yet, the Imperials – the soldiers back then looked far too young and inexperienced to be holding a blade – seemed more like tyrants than the ones supposed to help the region.

They attacked her without second thought, their Imperial Captain striking her as a very racist woman with no morals with how she repeatedly demanded she was to be executed for colluding with the Stormcloaks.

Luckily, the General caught up swiftly and was of a more sound mind than the Imperial Captain – he probably recognized the Order she is from – and swiftly allowed her to leave.

She thought that would be the last time she encountered that group of soldiers, but alas, they came to Helgen the very next day to hold a public execution of all things.

Dozens of captured Stormcloak soldiers and a simple horse thief – poor man tried to run but was shot down by the archers like a dog before she could intervene – then Ulfric Stormcloak, the one who apparently murdered the previous High King.

Aurelia still holds no opinion upon the subject, especially since it is a matter of 'He says, they say'. Rather childish, but it hides the truth behind pure bias and hate.

Then, during the execution of the soldiers, a black meteor falls upon Helgen. A Dragon, a beast of legends.

His breath caused the skies to darken and flaming meteors to falls and shake Helgen to its very foundations.

Soldiers and civilians fought, but her blade left naught but a scratch against the pitch black scales of the enormous beast.

So she did the only sensible thing; Instead of fighting, she gathered and healed the civilians and any soldier of sound mind, be they Imperials or Stormcloaks, and instantly led them out of the collapsing Helgen.

From there, she traveled to Riverwood, the survivors going their own way or even deciding to stay in Riverwood for a while longer while she instead left for Whiterun under the request to inform him of the clear threat of a Dragon.

...But that's when she learned of the ruins upon the mountain near Riverwood. Ruins that clearly contain undead within them.

As a Paladin of Lord Arkay, she couldn't just stand by while those creatures crawled in the dark. Hell, a Necromancer might have even made the tomb their new lair, so it was worth checking out.

At first, she encountered a rather large group of bandits at the entrance. They hurled lewd words at her, then begged for mercy and tried to run once her radiant greatsword started cleaving through their leather armor with ease.

She ran into more of them inside the tomb – one of the bandits somehow even died to a Skeever of all things! – which she made quick work of too.

A bandit, a simple puzzle, lots of skeevers and fire and a giant spider and backstabbing thief later, she finally found the Draugrs.

A lot of Holy Fire and rightful cleansing later, she instead happens upon… a naked corpse?

The man was naked, and he was very close to the corpse of a Frost Troll… Did the man fall headfirst on top of the Troll, killing each other?

O-Or did the man have some rather obscene- Aurelia shakes away those thoughts once more. They are not appropriate for a lady such as her!

Her armored boots lead her forward, her long white hair bouncing with each of her steps, her blade coated in the radiance of Arkay within her grasp.

Her eyes narrow when she happens upon a downed and dead Draugrs, then another. Both killed the same way- A clear wound to the head.

How did someone get here before her without awakening the previous Draugrs?

She shakes those thoughts away and strides forward, blade at the ready-

"-feel good! Nananana- I knew that I would now!" … Was someone… Singing? "I fee~l good! And- Now how do I get past that fucking door?" A treasure hunter, perhaps?

Her armored form steps into a large room lit up by leaking oil runs hanging under a bridge and near a wall. A Draugr corpse lay near her, having clearly been in the midst of dragging itself out of its coffin before its head was seemingly blown apart.

Another lay at the bottom of the stairs, a large hole through its chest. Same for the next one, which she founds at the top of the stairs.

Her steps carry her to the bridge, and there her eyes finally land on the owner of the previously singing voice, and her eyes narrowed dangerously at the sight.

"Might as well Evolv-" The owner of the voice, a skeleton wearing robes, pauses his words to look at her as in surprise. "Where the hell did you even come from?" He asks, then swats his – his voice does sound very masculine – forehead in realization, "From the way I came from obviously, genius."

"Halt, Necromancer!" Her voice resounds through the empty room, her radiant blade at the ready and aimed at the robed skeleton.

"Necromancer?" He repeats dumbly, then sighs deeply, "Do I look like one- Actually, yes I do. That's sketchy as fuck... But I swear I am not one!"

"Your empty promises mean nothing to me!"

"How do you even know if it's an empty promise though…?"

"Because you are undead scum!"

"Now that's just mean, racist, and biased."

Aurelia sputters, her form faltering, yet the skeleton before her does not take advantage of that, "W-What?! I am not racist!"

The skeleton sighs and palms his face, "May I just have the benefit of the doubt?" He requests kindly, "I didn't ask to wake up like this, woman." Her grip over her blade falters at his words.

She hated to admit it, but she was thinking about it. He seems truthful, for now.

"I shall hold my blade, for now-" His shoulders visibly relax, "-just because you are sentient."

"Huh…" His head tilts to the side and away from her, giving her a clear chance to cut the creature down… Yet she holds her blade. "Who knew that being smart would make me look good-"

"It doesn't." She cuts in, and his gaze returns to her, "It makes you worse, in my honest opinion."

"...Of course."

"But… I shall give you 'the benefit of the doubt', as you have said." Which she really shouldn't, but curse the good in her heart.

"Well, thanks for that then." He turns and gives his back to her, another chance to easily strike him down, and another chance she lets go. "The end to the tomb is near- Though what might you be doing here?"

"Cleansing the undead for Lord Arkay, as one of his Paladins should do."

His head turns to regard her with – in her opinion – a very flat gaze. "Of course. Just my luck to wake up right when an undead hater shows up." He sighs, then shrugs, "At least you are giving me a chance, and for that I am grateful." Despite herself, Aurelia finds herself smiling softly.

"You say that we are close to the end of this crypt?" Her words elicit a nod from the skeleton, who then jabs a bony finger forward.

"Past that door is the last room, though it should be guarded by the master of crypt." Blue flames turn to gaze at her, "Word of warning, the Draugr very likely knows how to use the Thu'um."

The Dragon Tongue… She faced a Dragon not too long ago, and that went rather horribly- Though this is just a Draugr, not an immense Dragon covered in nigh-unbreakable scales.

"I have never faced the Thu'um before." Aurelia has a lot of experience, but she isn't prideful enough to think that she is unmatched. "What should I expect?"

"Don't worry, I'll help you." The skeleton gives her a thumbs up, surprising her greatly. "...Though we probably don't need to fight, since the undead don't attack me on sight." Ah, that is because he is one too.

Her eyes narrow suspiciously, "You won't join up with that strong Draugr to fight me, will you?"

"Have some faith, woman."

"In Lord Arkay? Always. In you? Never."

The skeleton stops before the large doors to look at her, then points at his chest. "Your lack of faith in me hurts me right here." But he doesn't have a heart anymore?

"Whatever, we need a key for this door." Aurelia blinks, then turns her gaze to the large wall-like door before her.

It had three sliding panels above, and a large button in the middle with a very familiar claw imprint on it.

She blinks, then reaches behind her to grab the golden claw clasped to her belt, a claw that she retrieved from the thief who tried to back-stab her after she saved his life. Ungrateful fool.

Her armored hands swiftly rise to change the three animal images to match the one on the bottom of the claw, then she moved to- "Wait." The skeleton calls out softly, and she turns to regard him with a raised brow.

"Let me turn the claw. If it's the wrong one, a trap will activate." Her eyes dart to the sides of the door, and she curses herself for not noticing the very minuscule holes that will shoot highly poisoned darts out of them if the wrong combination is set in.

"Thanks…" She gulps and steps back, having let her guard down due to this new type of puzzle and locked door that she isn't used to.

"It's nothing." The skeleton takes the golden claw out of her hand and swiftly pushes it against the main button as she steps back, watching as it sinks inside, then turns, then sinks in deeper and disappears.

The moment it does, the door groans loudly and starts to slowly lower itself, allowing her to release a breath of relief. "It's a good thing poison or darts don't work on me." The skeleton playfully says as he tosses the golden claw back to her.

A smile twitches on her lips at his words, "Your robes will be riddled with holes though."

"I am a skeleton, there is no worse nudity than that." Despite herself, laughter bubbles out of her lips and chest, "I am glad that me feeling so violated makes you laugh."

"I'm sorry!" The skeleton just sighs and palms his face. How can someone without a face be so expressive too!?

"Say, what's your name?" He suddenly asks as her laughter dies down.

A smile is left on her lips, and her chest feels lighter, "Aurelia, proud Paladin of Lord Arkay." He fist comes to rest over her heart as she bows her head. "And yours?"

She lifts her head with a smile, but it soon disappears when she notices the skeleton looking towards the lowering doors.

"Huh…" He mutters softly, "I can't remember my own name." Aurelia feels like a bucket of ice cold waters just poured down on her head.

"I died and woke up as a skeleton within the span of a snap of a finger… Yet that short amount of time seems to have stolen quite a bit from me." Aurelia gulps, suddenly remembering some of the words the skeleton before her said not too long ago.

'I didn't ask to wake up like this.' All the undead Aurelia has met and felled through her life were all mindless husks, repeating the actions of when they were alive or obeying the orders of their vile masters.

Never did she meet one that could speak or understand her, nor one that doesn't resort to violence at first sight.

How could she bring herself to slay someone who did not ask, nor want, to become this?

Her faith is truly being tested now.

"Guess a new name is needed." She hears the skeleton mumble, one hand cupped over his chin in thought, "Something cool and new- Sung Jin-Wu- Nah, maybe Sukuna? Long Chen? Yun Che? Timmy Turner-" Aurelia watched as weird names after weird names just flowed out of the skeleton's mouth in a constant stream.

Why does he sound eager to have a new name? Did she feel bad for him, all for nothing?!

"Eh, whatever… Just call me Leonidas." That's… not a bad name. Sounds like the name of some sort of big figure too.

"Well met, Leonidas." He chuckles at her formality, bony hands on his sides, "Now then, it looks like we have a thought battle ahead of us." She could feel the dark, vile energy coming from that coffin before that strange wall.

Skyrim truly is the land where 'The dead are even under your bed.'. Not even a few days in this region, and she already found a massive tomb full of them.

She flips her large blade and stabs it into the ground, then gathers her magic and closes her eyes. A bright radiance wraps around her body, strengthening her flesh, bones and muscles with her Faith, "Bless."

Body strengthened, she grasps her blade and twirls it, coating it's edge with the golden Sacred Flames. "Alright, let's- Huh?" Where's Leonidas?

Blinking, she looks towards the coffin, where she sees Leonidas stand before a towering and menacing looking Draugr in heavy, rusty armor, a massive war-ax resting over his back.

"L-Leonidas?" The skeleton then pointed towards her, and the huge Draugr turned to look her way, and for a second Aurelia though Leonidas turned his back on her-

Only for a glowing orb to smash into the side of the Draugr's face, caving his helmet and skull in.

"E-Eh?" Digging into his robes, Leonidas pulls out a rusted ax and leaps onto the downed Draugr, who fell behind the coffin he came out of.

And she watches as Leonidas brings the ax down on the undead being several time.

Finally, he stands and tosses two thumbs up her way, "That's how you do it!" He shouts from across the massive crypt, causing the grip on her sword to falter.

H-He just took care of it so easily…

Wait, why is Leonidas glowin- "WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY-"

What in Lord Arkay's holy name is even going on!?

Apologies for the shitty formatting, but blame Patreon. This fucking site fucks up shit that has been working perfectly for now damn reason.

Either way, moving this here from QQ so i can post the chapters ahead that i have written.

Toodles!