Friends' visit becomes a swinging good time.
His arms were huge, each one as thick as Lyara's waist. He had shoulder length brown hair and bright blue eyes and wore a golden torc around his tree trunk sized neck.
He was not behaving aggressively, but Lyara assumed he was some kind of guard, and approached with caution.
"What brings you to wander here, in Sovngarde?" asked the gigantic Nord.
"I pursue Alduin, the World-Eater, and seek entrance into the Hall of Valor."
"No shade are you, as usually passes here, but living. You dare the land of the dead. By what right do you request entry?"
"By right of birth," answered Lyara. She stood as tall and proud as she could, and said, "I am Dragonborn."
"Ahh it has been too long since last I faced a doom-driven hero of the dragon blood. I am Tsun. Living or dead, by decree of Shor, none may pass this perilous bridge 'til I judge them worthy by the warrior's test."
The warrior's test? thought Lyara. That doesn't sound good. Surely this immense immortal wasn't expecting her to fight him? The giant reached on his back and pulled forward a giant two-handed axe.
Obviously, he does. She quickly thought it through. He wasn't trying to kill her, he was just testing her strength and ability, much like Vilkas had done the first day she had turned up looking for a place in the Companions.
"Do not interfere. This is my fight alone." she said to the Companions. Farkas did not look happy about it but he gave her a small nod to acknowledge that he agreed.
With a slight hint of a smile, Tsun started to edge towards her. Lyara released a shout that caused an invisible force to push Tsun back. This gave her enough distance to fire a few arrows, but they arrows bounced off his bare flesh as if he was made of stone.
She decided to use another shout. A jet of flame shot from her mouth, and she was pleased to see the immortal flinch. She quickly followed it with a blast of cold air, then swung her axe at him with all her strength.
Tsun blocked it, then lowered his weapon.
"You fought well, Dragonborn. I find you worthy. It is long since one of the living has entered here. May Shor's favour follow you and your errand."
And with that, he turned and walked back towards the bridge.
Lyara beckoned to her waiting friends, and they jogged across the bridge up to the doors of the Hall of Valor.
She looked at the faces of the Companions as she pushed open the tall doors, reverence evident on their faces. This is the place all Nords hoped to spend the eternity of the afterlife but Lyara imagined none of them had expected to be here quite so soon.
When they went through the doors, the bright warm light from within caused her to squint a little after the gloom of the mists outside. A few steps led to a large mead hall with a vast ceiling that soared high above them. Large windows would have offered a view over Sovngarde, had it not been for the mists.
A huge table was laden with food, wine and mead, and two fat hogs roasted on a large spit over the fire pit. Lyara could see many Nords wandering around the Hall, some eating, some sparring, and others seemed to just be contemplating their perpetuity.
At the bottom of the stairs, a large older Nord turned as they walked down. He had long blond hair, and was wearing ancient style armour, a mix of steel, leather and fur. His face looked familiar, but it wasn't until she got closer that she recognised him from his statue that stood guard over his tomb. This was Ysgramor, one of the first Nords to land in Tamriel. After the native Snow Elves destroyed the early settlers, Ysgramor formed the army known as the Five Hundred Companions, the start of the guild that still operated today, although in much smaller numbers.
"Welcome Dragonborn," hailed the legendary leader. His keen eyes scanned the Companions in front of him.
"It is good to see that the Companions are still made of the finest men and women of Tamriel. You all do honour to my legacy."
Lyara glanced at Farkas.