Isekai From Hell: Modded Skyrim

Kodlak and Skjor clash against one another like two might waves.

Kodlak brings Wuuthrad to bear against Skjor, tearing into his unprotected left side as Skjor pierces Kodlak's heart as the two mortally wound each other.

Making my way up the platform, I catch Skjor as he begins to morph back into his human form, axe still lodged into his side. Gripping his stump of a left arm trying to staunch the bleeding as I give him a healing potion.

But we look into each other eyes, knowing we're only delaying the inevitable...

"Thanks... New blood... Cough... But, I think my hunt is at an end... Wheeze... The pack will need a new Alpha... And the Companions a new Harbinger..." Skjor says to me between labored breaths and coughs of blood, struggling to stay standing as he holds the axe in place with his free hand now that the bleeding on his stump of a left arm has slowed.

"Come on Skjor, you're still needed around here!" I try to persuade him as I dig out more potions only for him to stop me from feeding him more healing potions.

"Enough! It's my time, new blood... Cough... But, you're right on one thing... Left for me to do..." Skjor says as he turns to those who survived the melee and who are staring at us both between hesitant looks between one another.

He stands up on his own, if barely as he address the warriors gathered around, most of the werewolves having returned to their human forms as well.

"My brothers and sisters! Kodlak the Betrayer is dead! But a greater foe remains!- Guh... A foe who seeks to divide us! A foe who will stop at nothing to make us out to be little more than monsters! Wild and frothing at the mouths!" Skjor screams defiantly at the crowd, making it seem as if he's growing taller and sturdier with each word.

"But we are warriors! Hunters of honor! Your brothers and sisters of battle! Look to the bodies of your fallen comrades and tell me if you see anything different?" Skjor orders, making the Companions look to those werewolves who had fallen in the earlier chaos, revealing they had all returned to their human forms making some of the younger Companions sick to their stomachs as they fall to the ground as the weight of what they have just done comes crashing down on them.

I see Skjor getting paler and paler as the blood from his axe wound begins to slow as well, standing as if by sheer will alone.

"Remember this! Remember our betrayal! And remember those brothers and sisters who remain steadfast by your side! We are not just the warriors of Ysgramor, but proud hounds of Hircine! Together, under our new Harbinger, we will hunt down our enemies and show the world of honor! Hail the Companions! Defenders of Skyrim! Hail our Harbinger! Hail Silvantus!" Skjor shouts as he cheers at the top of his lungs, wrenching the reforged Wuuthrad from his side and raising it high above his head, sealing his fate to a resounding cheer and applause from the gathered Companions.

However, it's short lived. I catch Skjor as he stumbles forward, letting the weapon clatter to the ground as Skjor pulls me close with the last of his strength.

"It's on you to lead them, new blood... May I see you in the Hunting Grounds... And... Look after... Aela..." Skjor says as I feel him go limp in my arms and the light leaves his eyes.

Leaving me a little lost as to what he meant, while I lowered him to the floor and wrapped his cloak around his head like a burial shroud before taking the axe into my hands.

I feel a persistent sting in the palm of my hands as I feel repulsed by the silvered weapon, though I push through the discomfort and raise Wuuthrad high above my head just as Skjor had done before calling to the crowd.

"Brothers and sisters! Warriors of Ysgramor and Hounds of Hircine, we stand at the dawn of a new era! Dragons have returned, Thalmor have come to threaten our very way of life, a civil war rips our land in half, and enemies seeking to tear us limb from limb hide in the shadows, stalking us like cowards! But they have made a mistake! A mistake that will cost them everything! They attacked us, our home, and the very union that binds us all! We will honor our dead, we will mourn, and then we will hunt down the Silver Hand!" I shout rousing the disheartened band of warriors before we break to begin preparing the fallen for a proper funeral.

Inigo comes over to help me move one of the bodies of the Silver Hand swordsmen, as I see Aela and Farkas off in the distance moving the bodies of the fallen Companions.

"My friend, what in Oblivion happened here? One moment I was showing Ms. Serana around the Bannered Mare, then WHOOSH! I was in the middle of a battle with werewolves leaping around and arrows flying!" Inigo says excitedly.

"Yeah, sorry about that Inigo. Kind of an emergency, Kodlak went insane and probably made some kind of deal with those Silver Hand bastards. It was crazy out here, thanks for coming." I thank Inigo as we pile up another Silver Hand body away from the rest of the dead.

"No need to apologize my friend, I will always be there for you, just as you are for me. But, you have just become the leader of this group as well, the Harbinger, yes? What about your other plans, those orcs and giants, the town of Helgen, and our mercenary company? You seem to be shouldering more and more responsibility with each passing day." Inigo asks with concern.

"I'll be fine, besides I think being able to call on the aid of the Companions in the times to come will only be a boon... I just need to keep them from tearing itself apart after this catastrophe." I tell as we finish stacking the dozen or so bodies and Aela comes over with Farkas shortly behind.

(Author's Note: Greetings all, I hope you enjoy this chapter. And I wish you all a Happy Christmas and a Merry New Year to all who celebrate!)