Chapter Two: Map Quest

A/N: Heh. I was reading Dragonrend, excellent concept, and I was struck with the idea that another story provided. Would it not be hilarious if Nerevar "Made love instead of War"? Ha!

PS: Like the new format?

After Nerevar gathered herself she set off to find someone who could give her a current map of Skyrim not an outdated one. She explored the entire town of what she learned was Whiterun, even taking a dunk in the cataracts and the waterways to make sure a dastardly shopkeeper had not gotten clever on her. There was no cartographer shop she could find so Nerevar made her way to the, more famous, local smithy to see if they could work with Alduin's scales. Despite the fact she had never visited a smith in her long life that was not behind a counter, Nerevar was not shocked to find the Nord Eorlund half naked. 'At least he's not naked. Though that might happen if that leather catches on fire…' She thought to herself with a snicker.

"I hear you're supposed to be the best smith in all of Skyrim. Can you work with these then?"

Eorlund stood up from his grindstone, curious about the richly armored figure that extended a gauntleted hand with a single onyx scale about the size of a fist resting in it. Eorlund snatched up the scale and gasped as he saw it was an extremely high quality Dragon scale. The only reason he could recognize the material was because a single, worn scale had been passed down for generations for identification purposes. Eorlund had only dreamed of making such armor, along with Daedric armor due to the rarity of Daedric hearts. Eorlund looked at the smiling Dark Elf with awed eyes.

"By the Divines…where did you get this?" She grinned at him silver hair, shining in the sunlight where it escaped from her helm, magnifying the sparkling effect of her grin.

"I kind of…ripped them off of the back of a Dragon named Alduin." In the effort to not lose his sanity, Eorlund did what many people did when confronted by Nerevar's Nerevarness. He went into shock, his mind numbing to safeguard his poor wits.

"Did you know Alduin the World Eater is the firstborn son of Akatosh?" She blinked at him in mild surprise, causing him to mentally whimper at the idea of how angry Alduin must be.

"Perhaps I shouldn't have gone after these oh so pretty scales then…but what's done is done. Now can you work with these or not?" Eorlund nodded blandly "What did you want made from these scales then?" She began to list want she wanted.

"One ear cuff inset with this Soul Gem fragment, one pair of earings carved into the symbol for hurricanes, and ten rings." That took care of the five scales she had managed to pry off Alduin with one to spare. She would be able to enchant her new jewelry as needed, which would prove to be so very useful. Eorlund nodded and took the scales as he set to work at his forge; the shock would wear off later.

Nerevar hopped down into the Boathouse's training yard, pleased Eorlund would be able to make her items but she felt she might be better off leaving the smith to himself. That was for latter though, now was the time to check out the very strange house made from a boat or ship. She did not notice how they all stared at her when she leapt down from the forge. She hummed lightly as she looked over the, mostly, burly warriors clad in poor armor. Nerevar chose to approach what seemed to be two brothers, one that was lean and wiry and the other that was tall and burly.

"Why is your house made from a ship?" The burly one shrugged honestly while the wiry one just gave Nerevar this smirk that made her want to put either an arrow in his eye socket or a dagger in his belly.

"The name's Farkas and this is my brother Vilkas. Usually people are asking to join up with the Companions, not about why Jorrvaskr is basically a ship turned upside down." Nerevar chuckled, knowing how true it had been for every other organization she had been in except the Camona Tong and the Brotherhood.

"Nerevar of House Telvanni, other things too, at your service." She added in a flourish at the end that made Vilkas scowl and Farkas laugh. "Farkas, Vilkas, you two wouldn't happen to know where to find a cartographer would you?" Farkas shook his head, but Vilkas answered her.

"The Jarl has maps, but good luck getting him to part with one of his precious maps Milkdrinker." Nerevar almost thanked him till he pulled out the insult and that made her blood boil even hotter than a Destruction spell fired into standing water. Farkas did not even blink as his brother was beaten black and purple, along with some nifty Destruction magics like Azura's Hammer, by Nerevar for his crimes before she left for Dragonsreach in a snit. Farkas did not often have the chance to chastise his brother, so he relished the moment greatly along with the mocking laughter coming from Skjor and Aela.

"Vilkas…you icebrain." His brother snarled at him like the werewolf he was, before whimpering in pain; that Hammer had hurt. "What did we learn today brother?" Farkas asked patiently as Vilkas scowled in both agony and petulance.

"Do not insult people clad in Daedric armor…"

"That'll do Vilkas, that'll do." Vilkas stared up at his brother who was grinning as he crouched above him. He was pretty sure that Farkas had just insulted him. Subtly insulted him to boot. Which was odd since Farkas did not really associate with something like 'subtle', at least not usually. Vilkas felt a chill go down his spine. His little brother was growing more cunning... that was not a good sign. Maybe Alduin was getting ready to snack on Nirn?