Taztas escape finale

FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF GRIMMLUCK

Grimm sat down at the head of his “ride” as he liked to call it, with the new girl in back chatting up a storm with Ahronak like it was what she was born to do, he admired that, not many people could  break through Ahro. Ahro’s resistance was understandable seeing how many years he had spent in that orphanage in riften and how many sleepless nights he had spent at a forge but he loved the boy like a son and he was glad to see him making friends other than Siss, who had grown up with him at the orphanage with Ahro. Siss… poor Siss was practically Grimm’s son, Grimm was the one who dropped Siss off at the orphanage all those years ago, practically nothing compared to how long he had lived. Thinking of his near eternal life sent him spiraling into a chain of thoughts, first he adjusted his hood too make sure the new girl didn’t accidentally discover his secret, then about the the new girl, then about the eyepiece and finally about…him. Just as the man was sitting, grinding in Grimm’s mind the girl seemed to remember something and piped up.

“oh, actually thank you for reminding me, Ahro” Tazta began” Meridia wanted me to tell you something, Grimm”

“strange, she’s been fairly open with me before, what is it she said” grim responded in his typical lax tone, he truly was relaxed the majority of the time and although Tazta was new to the group he had known from the incident at the house how well she would fit in with the group .the news she delivered now, however, suspended  his mind from his comfortable state and he nearly lost his cool.

“she said that the you won’t find the man you’re looking for some time”.

Grimm’s cart was no normal cart, the body was ebony and its sides had red streaks running through the diagonal black spikes that were used as a wall. The carts wheels were moonstone that rolled forwards on ebony pivots that were attached to the underside of the cart which was pulled by two horses bread from shadowmere itself, no ordinary someone could control this cart. When Tazta informed Grimm of Meridia’s message, the cart completely stopped.

“did she say when I would”? Grimm inquired, his tone shifting from his lax tone to a serious  one that radiated danger.

“Not for some time”? Tazta replied, confused as to why Grimm seemed so bothered by the news. ”if you don’t mind, who is this man”?

“…hmph, ancient history Tazta, that’s ancient, ancient history”. He made sure his tone was the previous happy go lucky type. “I suppose things’ll happen when they want to”.

They arrived, finally, in high rock where their base was located. Tazta was tired and had fallen asleep, so Ahro carried her up to her new room, making sure to place her eyepiece on the bedside table. Grimm felt some sort of fatherly pride seeing Ahro act so gentlemanly and the rest of them that had not yet fallen asleep on the way there went to bed.

Grimm, of course, had a horrible nightmare about the war. He was back in the midst of thing’s dagon’s high priest, it didn’t matter where had come from to dagon even if they didn’t share the same class, not only deadra served dagon and Grimm appreciated the equal treatment of domination, although having his mind warped and twisted from bloodlust and dagon holding the key to satisfy said bloodlust may have helped a bit. As the rest of the army went off to tempt those on nirn grimm was the one member who wondered why no one had noticed that bastard, the champion, and jyggalag about to face off. He was running towards the one on one battle, top speeds, the champion  was barely strong enough to defeat jyggalag who was weary from a previous era of being that masterpiece created by his gods, sheogorath. This scum, “champion” as they so called him, could not handle jyggalag AND Grimmluck, no sir this “champion was toast! He was a few yards away when a flash of lightning struck down at his feet, Grimm immediately countered slinging his dagger towards the thunder beings face, his hand was however struck by a thick end of a staff made of steel. As Grimm saw the counter-counter attack he wondered where the other side was , he did not have to struggle with the question long as the heavy metal clamp shaped and remarkably hard head of the staff dug into his cheek sending him flying backwards landing on the cold damp ground. Grimm looked up at his attacker to see that this entire time his opponent hadn’t even looked towards him, finally the bastard looks up and Grimm saw his face.

One eye was paved over by shining iron and the other eye… well the other eye was the last thing he could notice about his face before he could look down in shame. the eye was not piercing, it did not penetrate the soul and disrupt from within nor did it shock him to a point of disarray. No the eye emanated within his being, soothing him, demanding respect by admitting every shame of old wisdom of which this man had much.

“Be gone”.

It was two words. Two words that shook him till this day. Grimm looked down in shame, the opponent strapped the staff tom his back and began to walk away.

“YOU KNOW NOW OUR DESTINIES ARE WOVEN TOGETHER”! Grim screamed so loud his throat hurt.

“then come and find me, ill be in skyrim, traveling from dwemer ruin to dwemer ruins. Perhaps by then you’ll be smarter and wiser than you are now”. The stranger continued walking.

“YOU BASTARD, FIGHT ME FOR REAL AND WE SHALL SEE WHO STANDS AS VICTOR”!

The stranger stopped and looked back towards Grimm.

“fool, you cannot hope to defeat me as you currently are, sure,  the power is there but your brain is riddled with eons of anger and blood lust. Until you find a meaning to your wretched life that makes it worth living you don’t deserve to share the same plane of existence as me.be.gone”. and with that, the stranger was gone. Wandered off to skyrim hopefully, the stranger acted in a way that suggested he may not even have returned to mundus, but skyrim was the only lead Grimm had. so he started his quest to find the man, this stranger that was supposedly in skyrim and for nearly two hundred years he searched. And that was what kept him going, until he adopted Siss and then again when he had to leave Siss at the orphanage, the man gave Grimm a purpose when he had none, he kept him moving, kept him calm and kept him trying to calm himself further. He had met Meridia who he had not known knew the man until now, now he realized things were coming together and that Tazta was more important than she had let on. This group, that man and who knew who else’s destiny were intertwined but he and Tazta shared something in common with the strangers destiny, theirs was not simply intertwined now, it was tied in a knot.
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Last part tomorrows the first story about the raid, the stranger is not who you think it is, david!this really was a blast to write and i might like writing grimm more than i like writing Tazta, we shall see. i've actuall decided against grimm being the first perspective, and ill actually be getting some enlightenment from his creator david, the frist perspective will be my much neglected OC tathanos, oh the bickering between him and Tazta that go on  

much like your OTP this has been:
-notcannon