FVN Chapter 7: Chapter VII: The Companions, Magic, and Third Eyes *Edited*
Chapter 7: Chapter VII: The Companions, Magic, and Third Eyes *Edited*
Chapter 7: Chapter VII: The Companions, Magic, and Third Eyes *Edited*
(Reyvin's POV)
After a long bit of story time where Durrak almost fell asleep three entire times we went to bed, the innkeeper yelled my ears off about fire magic inside the establishment but said that she wouldn't be charging extra due to our recent bandit slaying.
Nords really are all about reputation, once you prove yourself even a bit suddenly you aren't the dark elf but that guy who did that one thing or another.
Considering that many of my memories of my previous lifetime have partly faded and that the young Reyvin has slowly replaced the old man, the feeling of being honestly respected for your work is very refreshing when compared to the nest of vipers that was the imperial city. Morrigan decided to go to the alchemy shop and get some work done there while Durrak and I went to the Companions hoping we could get a fighting lesson or two.
As we approach the overturned-ship turned drinking hall we hear a great bit of noise and shouting from the inside, while the smell of alcohol almost knocks me out on contact the orc next to me merely sniffs and opens the door.
As soon as we enter everyone turns quiet, the companions turn to us some in curiosity some trying to be intimidating, but jokes on you I am an old fart no amount of glaring will make me flinch.
Durrak on the other hand speaks loudly "What are all you looking at? me and my friend came here to get some practice in, any of you sober enough for it or should I get you all some milk!?"
Seeing as the orc doesn't even give a shit about the atmosphere most of them break into laughter, the bluntness of his request seems to fit the place perfectly, fucking Nords I swear to Dagoth.
Soon we are approached by the infamous twins of companions and are led outside.
Durrak goes to spar with Farkas, while I get his brother, and while the both of us put up a valiant effort we get our shit kicked in, repeatedly, for four entire hours.
[Vit: 7.2 => 7.5]
[Mag: 127 => 130]
[Restoration-Apprentice: Heal(self) Heal (other) Lesser ward]
[Destruction-Apprentice: Searing flames, Firebolt]
[Swordfighting-Novice]
Yep, my flames spell seems like it has become more potent, but also more costly, I can use the downgraded version when I am low anyway, my physical stats seem to be going up steadily, its a good thing I get enough food every day or I would be perpetually tired, I also seem to be slowly filling up and becoming less of a walking twig, but the change is miniscule for now.
Anyways my companions arrive from their adventures for the day and Durrak informs us that he has decided to join the companions and as his first quest he will take us to Winterhold, when I jokingly asked does he want to get paid now he looked almost offended and simply shook his head.
Morrigan sits next to me and whispers "I have followed that elf woman from yesterday for a bit, it really does seem like she is just packing up" I nod and whisper a thanks while she continues on "I have managed to get the restoration spells you showed me down, can I get the alchemy book now?"
Ah yes I did promise I would give it to her, apparently learning healing spells was not cool enough for her or something equally childish so I had to motivate her somehow and the alchemy book seemed to interest her, well not like I need it at the moment I am focusing on
far too many things.
The three of us chat for a bit before turning in for the night, tomorrow we are leaving Whiterun and heading to Windhelm, 'I just cannot wait! Snowy racism land here I come!' I think with false cheer before I fall asleep.