Memories

Dracoruss hung up another decoration.

An in-game year ago, he had met some of his best friends in Skyrim. It was their anniversary. Well, not in the marriage kind of way, but the meeting kind of way and stuff.

Focus, Dracoruss.

In truth, he was a bit glad Gira's Dimension Controller broke. If it didn't, he wouldn't have been stuck here. If he weren't stuck here, he may have never met his friends. 

Then, they might not have been there to help him stop that killer.

Dracoruss couldn't get a good view of the roll of paper, so he leaned back, but leaned too far, sending him crashing to the ground.

"...Ow."

Derkeethus walked up to Dracoruss and sighed, before helping him up.

"Are you alright, friend?"

"I'm fine, Derky."

Derkeethus growled.

"Fine. Derkeethus."

Derkeethus stopped growling.

Dracoruss dusted himself off, getting back to work. Just then, he heard a voice above him.

"Need any help, Thuri?"

Odahviing landed near Dracoruss, sending a cloud of dirt into the air. Dracoruss coughed and nodded, before speaking.

"Yeah. See that pile of logs over there?" Dracoruss pointed to a neatly arranged pile of firewood, with five other logs around it.

"Yes, Thuri?"

"Set it on fire, but not the logs around it. The smoke will help them find their way here if they get lost. Furthermore, we can roast some meat!"

Then there was the sound of boots clattering on the dirt.

Dracoruss had finished putting up the decorations anyway. He stepped off the chair and yelled out.

"Over here!"

A person walked out of the shadows. He wore a fine set of armor, boots, and gauntlets, and was holding a helmet in his right hand. All of his equipment bore the insignia of the Empire.

"Iitatorem! So glad you could make it. Where are your bodyguards?"

The Imperial smiled. "I haven't seen you in some time, Dracoruss. As for my bodyguards, I decided to come alone myself this time."

"Brave."

The Imperial's smile grew. "I think if I could take on serial killers, dragons, assassins, and Thalmor, I could take a couple of wolves along the way."

Dracoruss and Iitatorem sat down, before beginning to talk.

"So, what's been going on lately?"

"Oh, you know. Protecting the citizens."

"Is that all?"

"I did slay a few more dragons. The Skyrim kind, not your species in the... other universe."

"That's my man."

Then there was the swishing of water, coming from the lake. Dracoruss and Iitatorem raced toward the lake, to see a small boat paddling toward the shore. When the figure finally arrived, it stepped off and greeted them.

"Dracoruss! Iitatorem!"

"Varverux. I'm so glad you could make it."

Varverux the Dark Elf walked toward his old two friends, before embracing with the two.

"Well, there aren't any new cargo ships to plunder, so I figured I could come visit."

"Are all of them too afraid of you?"

The three began laughing. They may have had their differences, but they had once allied for a single cause. Actually, there were two more with them. They had yet to arrive, though.

"I propose a toast!" Varverux shouted, sitting down on a log near the fire. 

"To whom?" Iitatorem asked.

The Dark Elf grinned. "Who else but us?" He took out five bottles of ale from his fur coat, and passed a bottle to both Dracourss and Iitatorem.

The three of them began drinking.

"Our hero, our hero, claims a warrior's heart..." The Dunmer pirate sang.

"I tell you, I tell you, the Dragonborn comes..." Iitatorem joined in.

"With a voice wielding power, of the ancient Nord art..." Dracoruss decided to join in as well.

Then, a fourth voice began singing. A feminine voice.

"Believe, believe, the Dragonborn comes..."

The three sitting down turned their heads to the fourth voice. Raura stood there, looking at them.

"You started drinking without me?"

"My apologies." Varverux laughed. He threw a bottle to Raura, which she caught and drank out of. She then wiped the mead off her face with her arm, and sat down on another log.

"One more guest left," Dracoruss noted.

"It isn't like him to be late," Iitatorem remarked.

Then an arrow struck right next to Dracoruss's leg, missing on purpose and sticking into the log. Dracoruss looked at the source, and smiled. 

"Hello, Arrowwolf."

A Wood Elf walked into the group, sitting down on the final log available. Varverux tossed him the last drink.

"The entire group's here now," Dracoruss said.

"Another song, perhaps?" Varverux proposed. 

They all knew exactly which one he meant.

The five voices began singing, occasionally pausing to eat some food.

"Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin, naal ok ziin los vahriin..."

It was the song the Greybeards had sang during their final battle. The one that had ended all their battles with the corrupt Dovahkiin. 

It brought back memories. 

And they sang all night.