Skyrim: A Sorcerer's Tale

Chapter 39: Chapter XII: Celebration



Chapter 39: Chapter XII: Celebration

Chapter 39: Chapter XII: Celebration



(Reyvin's pov)

When I awoke the next day, everything ached. My body finally had a chance to relax and the combined exhaustion of the days long expedition hit me like a truck.

Deciding to lie down for a bit longer I checked my progress.

[Mag: 210 => 225]

[Str: 11 => 11.5]

[Dex: 12.5 => 13]

[Vit: 14 => 17]

As expected, prolonged combat is a great workout, my Magicka also got a good boost from the quest, the vitality though..... it appears I underestimated just how powerful Kyne's blessing really is, from what I remember in the lore practicing the thu'um did bless one with good health and a strong lifeforce but this much of a boost is surprising, I am only 17 and can probably survive small truck hitting me *shrug* well you won't hear me complaining.

Deciding to finally stop procrastinating I get up and get dressed. I now also have to take a moment to shave my stubble, sure I will grow a beard later, but the short uneven facial hair of a teen just makes one look unhygienic.

Soon I leave my room with Scorch popping into existence on my shoulder, he has grown larger than before but can still fit there. I sit down in the common room and grab myself a coffee while feeding some nuts to my bird.

It appears I was the first to wake up but the others start joining me not long after, soon everyone is sitting around a table and discussing our experiences.

As I am talking about what we found inside the tower Edrasa asks me "Oh, would it be possible to go over those notes?"

I shrug "Sure, but these are valuable so you'd owe me a favor"

Many more speeches follow, with the families of the fallen also giving a few words.

Finally the pyres are set alight and a minute of silence is had.

Soon it is time to praise those still living, the Jarl commends each guard that took part in the expedition, giving rewards and even some epithets to those that earned them.

The Jarl then turns to the twins and after a speech about their deeds declares that their clan is now a friend of Winterhold and they shall be forever welcomed in his halls.

'They sure did work fast on getting that approval' Reyvin thinks upon hearing this 'There ought to be some kind of communication magic that is widely-spread, got to get that one

quickly then.'

Finally the young Jarl turns to the only elf that took part "And last, but certainly not least, our friend from across the Velothi mountains, who with spear in his hand and Kyne's breath in his throat protected those whom he had no responsibility to, even at the risk of his own voice forever being lost! By my right as Jarl I have granted Reyvin Flame-tongue the right to own property within my hold." As he said this there is cheer among the crowd, with surprisingly no one seemingly too against the idea. The Jarl continues "And should he continue his honorable service to our people then his reward shall be equally honorable." He raises his cup and everyone makes another toast.

Reyvin raises an eyebrow while drinking his mead 'So they want the only tongue besides Ulfric to be at least somewhat bound to their hold in the future hmm. Well the position of Thane is mostly honorary but they could use my presence as a deterrent or just to flex on other jarls *shrug* benefits both of us and there are barely any responsibilities that come with the position so I don't mind.'

After the speeches are done, a bard comes before the Jarl and after giving a slight bow begins singing a song he wrote overnight about their grand quest, it was pretty good.

The celebration lasts late into the night with even the kids drinking a bit more than is

reasonable.

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