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.


8. A stolen artefact

She spent weeks in the smaller town of Riverwood, narcotized on healing potions as no healer had come by. Most of her time was spent in the Sleeping Giant Inn, just sitting there and listen to Sven, the bard, play his music and flatter the woman Camilla Valerious.

One of the evenings she was sitting and drinking alone, as always, Ralof joined her.

“So Cordelia...” He said as an introduction to the first real conversation Cordelia have had the last couple of days. “What brings you to Skyrim?”

She froze with her gaze into the mug she held. “I'm... it's family business...”

They sat a bit in silence, as Sven sang Ragnar the Red in the background. Ralof then ordered some mead for the both of them.

“What family business then? If I might ask...” He was hesitant to ask and with good reason.

Not long after, Cordelia stood up rather quickly and threw a few coins on the table for her drink and left without a word. Ralof sat in silence as the two mugs with mead were placed before him and he thanked Delphine for them.

Next morning she was sitting on one of the bridges and looked at her bandages, when she heard Ralof talk to her as he walked by.

“Hey Cordelia, care to help me with some firewood?! He smiled and didn't wait for her to come along, before he began to chop wood.

“It's a good day today, huh?” Ralof said and tried to start some small talk.

“Huh? Oh... yeah...” Cordelia answered and began picking up the wood.

It was a pretty dead subject.

“How about all of your scars?” He asked as he swung the axe again.

Cordelia looked down herself and saw all of her many scars that graced her skin.

“Oh, they're... uh...” She was hesitant to answer, and luckily, something rode in to save her from making up an excuse.

A pair of horses rode over the stone bridge further down the stream, and Ralof smiled larger than what Cordelia had ever witnessed when his eyes caught the riders.

“Ysabel!” He shouted joyfully and walked towards them as they entered the town. “Ysabel, my love! Oh what a joy to see you!”

The blonde haired Nord jumped down from her horse and ran into his embrace.

“Beloved husband! I'm so glad to see you're alive! When Ulfric told me about what happened, I took of right away!”

She then looked at Cordelia and walked over to introduce herself.

“And this must be the Imperialist he mentioned.” They shook hands with smiles. “I'm Ysabel of Winterhold, Ralof's wife.”

“Cordelia of Cheydinhal.”

The other rider, clearly a Wood Elf, approached her too for introductions.

“My name is Gwineth, I mostly just hunts and helps travellers, wherever I'm needed.”

“That's an honorable path you're on, Gwineth.” Cordelia said and gladly shook her hand.

Days passed by since Cordelia had met Ysabel and Gwineth, and one day Cordelia went into the Riverwood Trader to look for some breakfast, when she heard the Valerious siblings having an argument.

“Well one of us have to do something!” The woman, Camilla, spoke loudly to her brother, whom stood behind the desk.

“I said no! No adventures, no theatrics, no thief-chasing!” He yelled back at her, but she seemed to keep her wits about her.

“Well what are you going to do then, huh? Let's hear it!” She talked back and almost spat when she tried to control herself.

“We are done talking about this.” He crossed his arms, and then noticed Cordelia.

“Oh, a customer. Sorry you had to hear that.” He glared at his sister, and she walked away from him and whispered to Cordelia:

“See if you can talk some sense into my brother.” And Cordelia nodded.

“I don't know what you overheard, but Riverwood Trader is still open. Feel free to shop.” He said in a fake joy and tried to act like nothing.

“Did something happen, Lucan?” Cordelia asked and leaned in over the counter.

“Yes, we did have a bit of a... break-in. But we still have plenty to sell. Robbers were only after one thing.” He spoke, and that's when Cordelia noticed what was missing.

“Oh...” Was all she could say.

“Yeah, the ornament, solid gold. In the shape of a dragons claw.” He began describing the very thing Cordelia had admired for days.

“Yes, Lucan, I remember it, I was here last night. I could help you get the claw back.”

“You could? You're sure? I mean in your condition...” He of course were referring to her not entirely healed wounds and her pains, but she nodded.

“I've got some coin coming in from my last shipment. It's yours if you bring the claw back from Bleak Falls Barrow.” They shook hands on the deal.

“Consider it done!” She said with courage backing her word up.

“So now you don't have to go.” He said and looked at Camilla.

“Oh really?” She said. “Well I think your new helper here needs a guide.”

She was about to stand up from the chair, but Cordelia patted her on the shoulder.

“It's fine, Camilla, I'll find my way. And I wouldn't be able to fight with your safety on my mind.” Cordelia shrugged and actually enjoyed watching Camilla's skin turn red in anger before she left.


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