The man was walking up the snow-covered steps to the Jarls palace, Dragonsreach. As he was walking up the steps many guards watched him, some out of amazement at his height and build, and others out of caution due to his armament and imposing figure.
He walked up to the palaces large doors before stopping for a moment, the man looked at the intricate designs and patterns that decorated the large doors before him, some of the designs where of men fighting dragons, some were of figures that seemed grand, and the rest were just decretive with no real meaning .
Placing his hands on the doors the man pushed them open, and once he walked into the palace, he was again met a beautiful sight. Banners and artworks lined the walls of the hall, armour stands equipped with various armours stood in front of the pillars, each armour being ingrained with unique designs and patterns, each having a meaning unique to them.
As he was looking around the hall, the man was approached by a short man dressed in fine clothes. "Good morning sir, my name is Proventus, what can I do for you?" Proventus asked the armoured man having to look up to him as he noticeably shorter than the man.
The man just looked down at Proventus, "Are you the steward?" The man asked in a muffled voice, Proventus just nodded his head with a smile, "I'm a mercenary looking for work." The man said, Proventus nodded his head once more, "A mercenary? Well then, there is currently a bounty out for a bandit camp if you are interested?" Proventus asked as he grabbed a piece of paper from his satchel and held it out towards the man.
The man took the piece of paper with a nod, "Well then, all I need now is your name." Proventus said as looked up to the man. "Varan Kynor." Varan simply said as he turned around and walked through the palace doors, deciding to get the bounty over and down with as soon as possible.
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Silent Moons Camp, old Nordic ruins that were once inhabited by a group of bandits was now silent. The only sounds heard were the screams of pain from bandits as their blood covered the snow and their bodies lay disfigured on the ground, already being covered by the snow falling from the sky, almost as if the world was trying to hide the events that took place here.
Varan decapitated a bandit as two more charged him, the first one swung his iron axe at Varan's torso, the attack was blocked by Varan's greatsword and the other bandit tried to stab him with her steel dagger, failing miserably as Varan just side stepped her.
Varan just caved in her skull with his fist as he pushed the first bandit away and impaled him through the chest with his greatsword. Removing the greatsword from the corpse Varan saw 4 bandits running towards him from the bottoms of the steps 12 meters away.
Varan grabbed his greatsword with both hands and walked to the group of bandits. Meeting them in the middle, Varan just cleaved through the first pair of bandits before stabbing another bandit through the chest and out the back. Leaving his weapon in the bandit's now bleeding and dead body he ran to the remaining bandits.
The bandits tried to attack Varan only for him to dodge and then punch one bandit in the gut in retaliation, turning around he punched the other bandit across the face and followed that up with an elbow to the chest, breaking his ribs and leaving him to drown in his own blood. Turning around to the first bandit, who was on his knees clutching his stomach in pain, Varan just grabbed the bandit's head and snapped the poor man's neck with a sickening crack.
Letting the bandits lifeless body fall to the ground, Varan turned around and retrieved his weapon from the other bandit's corpse and made his way the steps ahead of him climbing them slowly.
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The bandit chief was scared, she just heard screams and yells of her men when everything suddenly went quiet. Now all she heard were the slow and ominous steps of steel boots.
Those steps just got closer and closer, and all the bandit chief could do was clutch her weapon tighter as she was overcome with overwhelming fear at what was approaching her, scared of what that monster will do to her.
Then there he was, clad in steel plate armour that was covered in the blood of her men. She just looked at the man before her with fear in her eyes as she dropped her weapon and fell to her knees, "W-what are you?" The bandit chief asked, voice shaky and dripping with fear.
There was no reply as the man just walked up to her, steel greatsword in hand, "P-please… s-spare me…" The woman begged as she watched the man approach her without a word. She seemed to realise her fate since as soon as he got close to her, he stopped and raised his weapon.
She tried to scream but was silenced as her head fell from her shoulders and to floor, her body staying upright on its knees, almost as if it was praying to the divines. Varan sheathed his bloody greatsword, bending down he picked up the dismembered head and walked off with it, the woman's expression of fear never changing.
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The people of Whiterun looked on in horror as Varan walked through the city, blood covering his armour with bits of snow clinging to it, the dismembered head he was holding having a permanent expression of fear with its wide eyes holding no life in them and mouth agape in a silent scream.
The guards did not stop Varan as he made his way to Dragonsreach, fearing that they would meet the same fate as the woman who's head Varan held, moving out of Varans way while keeping their heads down, trying not to look at his intimidating figure as he walked past them.
Walking up to and opening the doors of Dragonsreach, the servants inside screamed at the sight of him. Proventus ran to the entrance and saw him. "S-sir Kynor, w-what is the meaning of this!?" Proventus yelled out in horror as he saw the state Varan was in, the sight of him covered in blood and snow shocking Proventus.
"Silent Moons Camp has been cleared, here is the bandit chiefs head as proof." Varan said as he tossed the head to Proventus' feet. Proventus stumbled back in shock at this, the sight of the dismembered head frightening the poor steward.
"W-what?" Proventus asked as he looked at the dismembered head on the floor then to Varan, seeking answers, "I completed the bounty, now I'm here for the reward." Varan simply said, his voice void of any emotion.
"R-right… the reward." Proventus said as he numbly reached for and grabbed the leather pouch on his waist, "200 septimes." Proventus said as he held out the leather pouch. Varan walked forwarded and grabbed it, opening it and making sure he recieved the correct amount.
Afterwards he just turned around and walked away, leaving the head on the floor at Proventus' feet, who was still numb with shock as he stared at Varan's retreating figure and then looking at the head on the floor, the woman's expression of fear etched into his memory.
As Varan reached the doors and walked out of Dragonsreach, his armour still covered in blood and snow, the guards guarding the palace lowered their heads, be it out of respect or fear, Varan did not care. He was not concerned with how people saw him, he was used to being looked at with fear, used to guards being weary of him, and he preferred it that way. If he was feared that meant no one would bother him and he could continue doing his work unbothered by those around him.