Here's Part 2. I guess it serves to say that if you like (or don't like) the story, please leave a comment with criticism or praise. I really appreciate it. Anyways, enjoy!
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Kor stopped at the gate, catching his breath and taking in the scene.
The yellow garb of the Whiterun guards was instantly recognizable. In front of one stood a group of three men in steel armor. Two had silver helms covering their faces, but the one in the lead had taken it off and was conversing with the guard. Kor moved closer to hear the exchange.
“We haven't seen any,” the guard said.
“Are you sure?” the man asked, looking uncertain. “We were tracking one. You're positive it didn't come here?” his hand reached for the hilt of the sword at his hip.
“Positive. Pretty sure we would recognize a vampire.”
Kor's ears perked up and he walked forward. The guards and men turned to him. “If you're looking for a vampire, one attacked me not two hours ago.”
“You killed it?” the man at the head of the armored trio asked.
“Yes,” Kor answered, reaching into his pack and presenting the vial of vampire dust.
The man examined it for a few seconds before nodding in approval. “It seems we have you to thank for ending our hunt. She had eluded us for far too long.” He made a motion to the others and they turned around, walking off. Before he joined them, he examined Kor for a few seconds. “We could use some good fighters like you,” he said.
“Who's 'we'?” Kor replied.
“The Dawnguard. Vampire hunters. That vampire you fought isn't even the tip of the proverbial iceberg. The vampires are returning, and they're far stronger than we imagined. But we'll fight them, and we'll take anyone we can get.”
Kor was interested. “Where do I join?”
The man gestured towards Kor's pack. “Hand me your map.” Kor did so, and the man made a few markings before giving it back. “You can take a carriage to Riften and head south. When you see Stendarr's Beacon, and you won't miss it, you'll know you're in the right place. Hope I see you there.” He turned around, walking off.
“Wait!” Kor said, and the man turned back around. “Can I come with you?”
He smiled sympathetically. “We've got some more hunting to do. I'll see you there.”
Kor nodded and the man turned around once again, hurrying to rejoin his companions on the road. “The Dawnguard,” Kor muttered to himself.
He turned to Alvor, who had watched the exchange from his forge. “I think it's crazy,” the blacksmith said, predicting Kor's question. “But if you want to do some good, that's where to do it.”
“If I'm headed to Riften, I'll need some supplies,” Kor said. “Think you could help me?”
“Riften's a day ride by carriage. I can scrounge up some supplies, mostly fruits, nothing prepared. You want that, you'll have to go hunting. I've also got some gold that you've more than earned.”
Kor nodded. “Thank you, Alvor. You and your family are the closest thing I've had to a home since I've got here. I'll repay you someday, I promise.”
“I know you will,” the blacksmith replied.
Kor turned, heading to the Sleeping Giant Inn. If this was his last day in Riverwood, he might as well enjoy it.
The Inn was lively. Unlike quite a few bars Kor had been to in the past, the place had a friendly atmosphere about it. He took a seat at a table, joined by Embry, the local drunk, and Hadvar, the Imperial that had tagged along with him after Helgen.
“Heard you're leaving for Riften,” Hadvar said. Kor nodded, downing a small glass of Black-Briar mead.
“Might as well get drunk, not like I'll be doing anything on the carriage ride.” Embry and Hadvar chuckled, raising their glasses in agreement.
“Watch yer back,” Embry muttered. “Don't want to become a snack for one of d'em vampires.”
Kor snorted. “One's already tried. Didn't turn out well.” the trio laughed merrily at this and started telling stories, some true, some less so, enjoying themselves.
Several hours later, Kor stumbled out of the Sleeping Giant Inn. He was drunk, but at least he knew it, as little as that knowledge actually helped. He took several steps before falling over and groaning. Shaking his head to try and ward off the effects of the alcohol, he got back up and walked carefully towards the gate, where the carriage waited.
After several minutes, he finally found his way there, the carriage driver watching him with a mix of sympathy and contempt. “Need something?”
“A... a ride to... Riften,” Kor was able to get out.
“That'll cost you about fifty gold,” the driver replied.
Kor reached for his pack, but he couldn't find it. He had forgotten it at Alvor's. “I'll be right back,” he said, turning around and stumbling back to Alvor's house. He saw the pack on the porch and picked it up, carefully hoisting it over his shoulder. He went back to the carriage, the light of the full moon the only reason he could see anything.
Depositing the pack on the ground, Kor fished out fifty gold septims, handing them over to the driver, who thanked him. “Climb in back and we'll be off.”
Kor nodded silently, picking up his pack and moving to the back of the cart. He threw his supplies into the wagon before clambering in himself. He barely heard the driver whistling as the effects of the alcohol took over and he fell into sleep.
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The action will pick up next part, so be patient. Anyways, if you feel like it, let me know what you think. Other than that, good day!
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