Skyrim: The life of a Dovahkiin

The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim is an open-world RPG with an amazing story. I am here to tell you that story; the story of my Dovahkiin.
It contains spoilers, so if you haven't played the game and you do intent to, don't read this. If you have played the game through, or not going to play it at all and don't care about spoilers, do enjoy my story.


4. A key

They stumbled through the wooden door into a rather empty room. They took a short moment to catch their breaths as they now were safe. By a table and a chair was a dead Stormcloak laying on the ground, and they both walked over to him. Ralof knelt down and looked at him, to see if it was a familiar face; Cordelia remembered him from when he stood next to her earlier.

“We'll meet again in Sovngarde, brother.” Ralof said and closed his eyes.

Cordelia walked over next to Ralof and searched for eye contact. “You were close?” She asked.

“Not very, but we were often stationed together. Anyway, looks like we're the only ones who made it. That thing was a dragon. No doubt. Just like the children's stories and the legends. The harbingers of the End Times.” He said as he stood up.

“Well this is not a story, this is real Ralof.” She shook her head.

“I know, but still... it's amazing, isn't it? Just a bit.” He said and she turned her head away.

“More like horrifying.” She mumbled.

“We better get moving. Come here. Let me see if I can get those bindings off.” He turned the axe in his hand as she lifted her bound hands up to him, with a bit of hesitation.

It tugged hard in her wrists, but she tried to pull the opposite way of what Ralof was. Cordelia stumbled a bit backwards as it finally cut through the rope around her wrists.

“Thanks...” She said as she looked up at him, and then down again.

The rope had left red marks and she felt sore as her fingers investigated the marks digging into her skin and flesh.

“Yeah, there you go. You may as well take Gunjar's gear. He won't be needing it any more.” They both looked down at the corpse.

Cordelia bend down to strip the man of his armor, that hopefully would serve her better than him. “Would you kindly...?” She asked and signalled him to turn around.

With a sudden realization to what she meant, he turned around and cleared his throat. “All right, get that armor on and give that axe a few swings.” He walked across the room, over to an iron door.

As Cordelia began to undress from the slaves clothes, she held up the cuirass. “If I can fit it, that is...” She mumbled, as it seemed a bit larger than what she usually used.

Ralof tried to open the iron gate, but it appeared locked.

“This one's locked. Let's see about that gate.” He turned to a wooden gate in the other end of the room. “Damn. No way to open this from our side.”

They looked for a handle when footsteps and voices rang from the other side of the wooden gate, and their eyes met, making a quick decision to get into cover, and they both hid behind the wall, peeking at what was happening on the other side of the gate.

They saw two Imperials walking up to the gate. “Get this gate open!” A woman commanded.

It was the Captain that had decided to send Cordelia to the headsman earlier, and she felt her grip on the axe tighten in anger. As the gate lowered and they walked into the room, and the smaller ambush, both of the rebels attacked as quickly as possible.

“For the sons of Skyrim!” Ralof yelled and Cordelia just let out a smaller roar as she grabbed the Captain and pushed her up against the wall.

“Oh! The Imperial traitor” the Captain said and grinned, but Cordelia just tightened her hold, before tossing her into the table that were standing next to the dead Stormcloak.

“I'm going to kill you!” Cordelia growled witch clenched teeth, as she suddenly grew blind with rage, and began attacking the Captain that was still trying to get to her weapon, but seemed too slow.

The next thing she remembered was Ralof trying to pull her away. “Woah now, I think she's dead!”

Cordelia stopped hitting her.

“Yeah, you're right...” She said, exhausted and covered in blood as she tried to catch her breath.

“Maybe one of these Imperials have the key” he said, and looked a bit at Cordelia, appearing rather speechless otherwise.

Cordelia didn't say anything and knelt down to the corpse of the former Captain that laid across the dead Stormcloak. She had to roll the corpse over to get to the keys, and at the same time she decided to pick up her weapon so she could dual-wield them, a smaller sword in each hand.

“See if one of the keys can open the gate.” Ralof said and stood by the gate that he were talking about.

Without saying anything herself, Cordelia rushed to open up the gate, but it wasn't until her third try that the gate would open up. It would have been quicker if she had any lockpicks.

“That's it! Come on, let's get out of here before the dragon brings down the whole tower on our heads.” Ralof said and they both ran down the stairs that were placed on the other side of the iron gate.

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