Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140216124057/@comment-17114085-20140312164352

Harold got up and grabbed his axe. He ran through the field of burning grass at the dragon stood up and opened its wings. He jumped behind a piece of stone from the broken watchtower as the dragon unleashed a fiery fury in his direction. When the dragon was done it though it had roasted the Nord alive. But Harold was casting healing the whole time, until he ran out of magicka. He jumped from the behind the fallen stone bricks, his armor was burnt and sot was covering his face. He gripped his battleaxe and yelled "FOR SKYRIM!" and sprinted towards the beast.

He dodged a swipe from the beast's tail and then slashed at its stomach. The Dragon tried to bit him but Harold grabbed its head and climbed atop it. The dragon swung his head around trying to throw Harold off but he had grabbed the fiend's horns and wouldn't let go. The Dragon roared and blew fire at the sky. Harold pierced the beast's head with his axe multiple times at it tried to throw him off. The beast grew weak from his injuries and stopped flailing his head. Harold jumped off and then struck the dragon one last time in the skull.

He pulled his axe free from the corpse and looked at the creature. He began to feel a tingling sensation as the dragon's body began to catch fire. Then a gush of wind coming from the body went towards him. Not long after the corpse was just bones and the mystic flames stopped along with the wind. Harold felt different yet he could quite put his finger on it. Suddenly he began to feel memories and experiences from the dragon appear in his mind, he fell to one knee as it happened. From the memories he could see the meaning of the words he had seen in the word wall in Bleaks Fall Barrow. He understood them, though the one that had seem to call to him was the most clear to him. FUS...Force