Maximum Pain

.... *Head-shake, walk away.*

(In my situation I can't post unless someone else posts. )

Nyx let out a small sigh, hoping that he had at least known a bit. "Well their are nine Divines that people worship in Skyrim, well, eight for sure. Those who oppose the Empire worship nine, but the worship of Talos was banned at the end of the war. So their are nine Divines, and many many daedric lords that are considered evil... besides one or two that aren't considered wholly evil. Azura, the Goddess my brother and I worship told us that a war was coming. I know it may sound crazy, but it sounds like this is a war of Gods rather than humans, and the gods are just picking their Champions..." Nyx was happy to see the town of Ivarstead already. The snow had significantly lessened. Ivaylo couldn't help but grin when she summoned her giant monster. He slashed down a couple of dark beings.

Nyx glanced at him, pulling his mask down to show his frown. "Well, this may surprise you, but I'm not from Skyrim originally myself. But one thing I can tell you is this has nothing to do with the civil war going on. It's much bigger than that...." Nyx's mind went to Azura, the daedric goddess that had chosen him and his brother. She said hard times were coming, that the Gods themselves were fighting. Nyx glanced to the side. "Do you know of the Gods of this land, Caeser?" Ivaylo glanced at the girl, before fighting his way over. "Do you have a plan?" he asked her... Kara was her name? She was the one that had summoned that huge thing, and although she looked better than before, he was almost sure her power was still depleted.

Ivaylo was amazed at this groups sheer strength. They just kept surprising him. He shook his head, trying to keep himself focused as he sliced at the dark creatures. The horde seemed never-ending though. He stopped glancing ahead. The man... His eyes widened as he recognized him from before. He was in Dawnstar! Ivaylo narrowly avoided one of the creatures claws, and was forced to return to the battle. Nyx couldn't help but chuckled, pulling his mask up to protect his face from the icy shards. "No. Where I live in Solitude there isn't much snow. Just rain... Lots of Rain..." He made a slight face, but only his eyes showed it. "Different parts of Skyrim has different weather. You must have only visited the snowy parts yet..."

Nyx stared after him, before glancing up at the almost menacing building. Any other time, he would have done what Caeser had said and gone to talk to the Greybeards. But as he saw it now, there were other times for that, and he felt like he was needed. He turned and ran after Caeser, grinning widely when he caught up with him. "My brother must be rubbing off on me," he muttered under his breath, before saying, "I'm coming with you." Ivaylo gazed at her, surprised. She did look better... after such a powerful fight, he had figured she would be exhausted for a long time, but she was already ready for the fight. He couldn't help but grin as he thought of fighting. This was a fight for territory, which made sense to this wolf. He pulled his Day Break out of it's sheath, diving for the coming darkness, sword swinging.

Nyx half-smiled, enjoying the compliment and the man's wide smile. It was... oddly comforting... At least until Caeser's face went distant and he inhaled a sharp breath like he couldn't get enough air. "I suppose... " he said, looking up the steps. Was he okay to walk? He seemed to be fine physically... "Are you alright Caeser?" he asked, frowning at the man. Ivaylo gazed at the black mass, before looking at the man, "Johnny", who claimed to know of these creatures. Of course, he didn't know if what he said was true, but he didn't like the look of that black horde. He went to Kara, grabbing her arm as she looked like she was about to charge off into battle. "I know I'd hate somebody to tell me this, but you don't look well enough to fight," he said, his golden eyes glancing nervously at the horde closing in.

Nyx stared at the stranger's hand, giving him a hard look. Could this man, a stranger to this land be the Dragonborn? Was that even possible? Finally he pushed his hand forward, grasping his hand. "Caeser. A strange name.... I am Nyx..." Although, because of that little outburst, Nyx should have felt fear for the man, but he only felt a strange kinship. He was also a stranger to these cold and harsh lands. Ivaylo gazed at the girl amazed. "That was... Amazing! How did you do that!" he cried, excited before he felt the excitement die form the other members of the group around him. He looked at each, following their gaze. His face fell quickly as he recognized the black mass coming forth, like a a black wave. "At least I know Nyx is safe," he muttered to himself.

Ivaylo glanced at Kugo, and then back at Yukino. "Thanks for talking to me! We'll meet again," he said with a cheerful wave as he ran off to join the battle. He pulled his bow off his back, setting an arrow into place. He released it with great force.

(Don't worry about it. ^^ It's understandable.) Ivaylo, now confused himself, glanced from one to the other. "I meant your name... What does your name mean?" He wondered how his brother would handle the situation... Probably turn around and walk away. "I didn't mean to confuse anybody..." He glanced at the fight. It looked like it was getting intense. Maybe he should... He edged towards the battle. Nyx stared at the strange man. He was unlike anybody he had met in Skyrim. It was obvious he didn't belong. When he asked what was up, Nyx looked up confused. "Only the truly dedicated come to this place... or the truly desperate," he replied evenly, before glancing back. "So what's a stranger to Skyrim doing near here? Dedication? Or are your desperate?" Nyx kept his distance.

Ivaylo stood quickly, glancing at the stranger. His heart was pounding slightly, but he kept his face neutral. He kept the growl that had built in the back of his throat in, and swallowed hard. Had he been in his other form, his fur would have been standing on end. He quickly relaxed himself, concluding that the stranger wasn't a threat... At least not yet. "Yukino," he said smiling softly as he tried out the name. "Do you know what it means?"

Ivaylo glanced to the side at her, before giving her a slight grin. "Can't I play the stranger card for a little while longer?" He chuckled lightly, as he ran a hand through his hair. "Do you have a name?"

Or at least that had been Ivaylo's intention. There was already a strange group doing quite the damage on the dragon. He watched, sheathing his Day Break sword with a small frown. He walked to the girl that had suddenly dropped out of the fight, sitting on the rock beside her. "Strange group, huh?" he asked, staring at the fight. His golden eyes glanced towards her, before returning to the battle. (By the way, AnsemTheWise, Nyx has caught up to Caeser. I didn't know if you noticed. )

Ivaylo grumbled to himself furiously, paying little to no attention to his surroundings. Whiterun was in sight already because of his fast pace he had set in his fury. It wasn't until a dragon roared that he blinked and finally looked around, finding Whiterun under attack by one of the huge beasts. "Whoa. Talk about a bad day all around..." he said to himself. He started to run towards Whiterun. There were friends he had there that he would be sad about losing and his only choice to stop that was to fight. Besides, Nyx deserved a little pay back after that stunt he pulled in Riften. Nyx stopped, sensing something. He lifted his head, glancing around, but the terrain was silent besides the occasional scuffle of animals. He waited for a long moment, but the feeling didn't go away. He tried to shrug it off, and continued walking. The feeling wouldn't go away though. It seemed to gnaw at him, telling his instincts that he needed to escape. Now! He ran down the trail right as an arrow hit the ground where he had been. He slid to the right as another arrow pierced the ground with a loud thunk. He turned, barely catching a glimpse of his attacker. "Bandits," Nyx hissed to himself, as he turned to find the rest of the thieves. "Well, well. What have we here?" one asked, and Nyx guessed their leader. "Looks like one lone Imperial. We don't like Imperials on our turf," another said, beginning to circle him. It made him feel like prey. But with it being eight well armed men and an archer hidden somewhere behind him, he didn't stand a chance of surviving. Nyx glanced past them. He could barely see the bridge to Ivarstead ahead, but he'd have to be fast. He waited, taking their petty insults silently. It was only when the two in front of him parted slightly that he took the chance. He ran past them, bolting for the bridge. He heard their excited yells as they ran after him. Nyx cursed his slow human body as he imagined the feel of hot breath on his back and a cold knife pressed to his throat. He made it to the bridge, but he didn't stop. He began to ran up the steps to High Hrothgar, thinking he'd hide out for a while. He almost wished he had his brother with him... He almost ran into a khajiit who was heading down. He finally stopped, his heart racing, but when he looked around, he wasn't being followed. "In a hurry?" he asked in a thick accent, giving a slight smile. "No..." Nyx said slowly as he let himself relaxed. They probably stopped at the bridge... But now that he was so close, and having never seen High Hrothgar, he was curious. "Sorry about running into you..." "Do not apologize, Friend. But be careful running on this icy path," he said, as he gave a slight wave walking away. "I'm afraid I've got someplace to be..." Nyx waved back, blinking. The khajiit were a curious race to him. He began walking up the path until he found it... and a lot of snow... And a man...

Nyx, having gotten paid with a hefty amount of coin for his job, smiled lightly at his brother. He flicked him in the forehead though, which made him scowl. "Go home. I'll survive." "But-," he started, before Nyx held up a finger. "I already told you. Plus, I'm tougher than that," he slid the large pouch of coins in his brother's hands. "Take this with you. Why not go stay with the Companions guild for a while." "You're not seriously going to Dawnstar," Ivaylo said, his usually light face darkened. His golden eyes stared deeply, before he turned away with a huff. "Fine, but you're a damn fool!" he shot at his brother, leaving Riften. He grumbled it over and over as he left. If his brother was going to be an idiot, than that was his business. Nyx ignored the carriage driver and began a steady walk. He just wanted to walk. It wouldn't take that long by himself. Plus, if it started getting dark, he always had his wolf form. No one messed with wolves, especially after dark. Nyx stared after his brother, frowning slightly. He ran a hand through his long hair, before pulling his hood up. Ever since they had left Dawnstar, he had been curious. If he could just find out about what was going. He left a little after his brother, but he took a different road that went North. It would take him a while on foot, but he had given all his money to Ivaylo... Just in case he didn't come back.