So this story is about a collection of some of my favorite play throughs in Skyrim. There will be loads of violence, because Skyrim. There will also be plenty of smut, because I'm a perv. I'll do my best to add a disclaimer in chapters where characters misbehave under the blankets. There's also a good chance I'll add horror elements, which I will also try to add disclaimers for.
Hope anyone who reads it enjoys! Leave a comment if you think there's something I can do better on!
The tunnels under Helgen were shaking and shuddering. Standing over the corpse of a massive bear was Suratus Manius, an Imperial with a large iron greatsword buried in the giant beast, scratches rent through his looted Imperial steel armor. Running a gauntleted hand over his head he slid the long hair on top of his head back, the close shaven back and sides lightly bleeding from a few scratches. His dark blue eyes fell on to the quartet running up behind him. One was a big blonde Nord named Ralof. He'd helped them all get through the fort relatively unharmed and seemed like a decent enough man, even if he did cast a wary glance at the Imperial every now and then.
The other three were women, one Wood Elf, one Orc and one Nord. The Nord had bright red hair and carried a sword similar to Suratus's, though her armor was nothing like his preferred kind. She was covered, and barely so, in thick, heavy furs, wearing just enough to preserve her modesty. She looked very much like she was imitating the Reachmen to the northwest, but Suratus didn't tell her so. Imsel Heavy-Hand was her name and she was well suited to it.
The Orc, Yazzash Mogdgarz, was just the opposite. Heavily armored but she wielded two weapons, a pair of iron swords in each hand. The short mohawk on her head and thick fangs coming out of the bottom of her teeth made her look fierce, when she wanted to. She was typically quite agreeable, though.
Last was the Wood Elf, Tynu'riel, and she was small, even by Bosmer standards. Barely coming up to Suratus's shoulders, she was dressed in fairly humble robes and wore shoes and gloves instead of gauntlets or boots. She was no priestess of Mara or Kyne or anything like that but everyone in the group found her to be an excellent Restoration mage, however it did take some convincing to get her to lend a hand when swords were clashing and arrows were flying. Ralof had tried to shout some courage into her but it took Imsel grabbing her by the hand and dragging her through the caves to get the terrified little elf to do anything.
"Nice take down." Yazzash praised, crossing her arms. She was clearly not amused that he'd taken the kill for himself.
"There is sure to be plenty more before the day is done." Suratus replied, grabbing the hilt of his blade with both hands and pulling it out of the bear's carcass. Imsel immediately set to work skinning it, causing Tynu'riel to gag. The Nord smirked up at her and continued at a slow pace. Suratus sighed and knelt down on the other side of the bear to help skin it faster. "Don't be a child. She tended our wounds."
"She's just so scared of everything." Imsel retorted, smirking wickedly at Tynu'riel who had glanced over to protest only to dry heave at the sight of the two of them cutting the fur and fat from the bear. "What kind of person learns healing spells but faints when a man's head is cut off in front of her?"
"The kind used to a soft life of tending to the sick." Yazzash replied and looked back at the Bosmer. "Not that there's anything wrong with that. Violence may scare you but you do good work for people."
"Well, I try, at any rate..." Tynu'riel replied as she walked up, keeping her eyes away from the bear's carcass as she strode past the group to see a little further down the cave.
"Well could you try harder, maybe?" Imsel asked in an annoyed tone. "That spider venom stings."
"Alright, that was your fault." Suratus said with a laugh. Imsel set her dagger down and placed her fists on her hips expectantly. "Don't look at me like that. You're the one who ran out from behind my ward before we were close enough."
"You were going to slow!" Imsel snapped, thrusting her fingers at the Imperial so the bear's blood speckled his face. Imsel cackled but immediately recoiled when Suratus through a large chunk of stinking bear fat at her.
"She has a point, you know." Yazzash added, kneeling down and watching the two of them finish the bear's pelt off. "That big ward is very impressive, but it slows you down a lot."
"It also happens to soak up a lot more punishment than a regular one." Suratus butted in, handing the pelt over to Imsel who snatched it greedily and grinned at what would soon be some new armor, once it was properly tanned.
"Whatever you say, valorous knight." Imsel said facetiously. "Let's get out of this damn cave already."
Suratus ignored the jibe and jogged ahead, taking place next to Yazzash at the head of the group. When they saw light up ahead the whole party ran toward it. Tynu'riel let tears of relief flow freely from her face, causing Imsel to groan loudly while Yazzash marched down the road to see where they were.
"Wait!" Ralof called and ducked behind a near by bolder. The others followed suit, diving behind any piece of terrain they could find and watched as the massive black serpent flew overhead. Once the coast was clear, the blonde Nord turned to the others and invited them all to Riverwood to rest and supply themselves. The promise of food was impossible for Imsel to ignore, Yazzash and Suratus both needed to visit the forge, desperately, and Tynu'riel was never going to travel by herself, especially out here where she knew nothing and no one.
"Well, this is... nice." Suratus said as they entered the village. The Imperial was a Cyrodil native and was used to large castles, towering walls and things of that nature. That being said, he did like the open scenery, although the view of the giant crypt at the top of the near by mountain was rather off putting.
"It has what we need." Yazzash replied and pressed ahead to the smith. Suratus followed suit while Imsel followed Ralof to meet his sister and then enjoy whatever food she thought she'd been promised. Tynu'riel sighed and looked over at a two story cabin with a trader's sign out front.
"The Riverwood Trader." She said to herself, smiling at the simplistic name and pushed the door open. She was immediately greeted by the sound of the two owners bickering. They were so engulfed in their argument that they'd completely missed Tynu'riel's entrance. Or it could have been her tiny frame that masked her entrance, which was just as likely. Rather than interrupt, she began looking through the various potions and spell tomes that were on display until the man behind the counter jumped in surprise.
"Bah, when did you get in here?" He demanded, pointing an accusing finger at Tynu'riel who jumped herself and backed against the bookshelf.
"I..." She stammered, looking back and forth between the two. "I came in through the front door. Only just now."
"By the Eight, Lucan, you startled her." The woman outside the counter said and came up to Tynu'riel, grabbing her by the hand. "Please forgive my brother. We're both rather stressed right now."
"Did you see the dragon?" Tynu'riel asked, thinking that must surely have been the cause for their panic, though the rest of the town seemed unaffected.
"What?" Lucan replied and then shrugged. "You've been here before, I take it." Before Tynu'riel could respond the man went on about some golden claw that he believed she'd seen before and how it had been stolen by thieves who headed to the barrow on the mountain. "Say, I've got some coin coming in from my last shipment. It's yours if you bring my claw back. If you're going after those thieves, you should head to Bleak Falls Barrow, northeast of town."
"Well, I just..." Tynu'riel began before the sister cut her off.
"This is your plan, Lucan?" She demanded, clearly disappointed.
"Yes, so now you don't have to go, do you?" He snapped. He clearly didn't think his sister would return alive if she went after this golden claw and Tynu'riel couldn't help butthink he was right.
"Oh really? Well I think our new helper needs a guide."
"Oh by the Eight, Camilla! Fine, but only to the edge of town."
Camilla pulled Tynu'riel outside the shop, excited as could be. Tynu'riel's mouth was gaping as she tried to form the words but the shopkeeper's eyes were practically alight and each time she tried to speak the Wood Elf felt terrible for thinking of disappointing her. Suratus watched the display with piqued interest and tossed what gold he'd picked up and handed over the Imperial armor to the smith, thanking him and tightening the straps on his unblemished steel armor.
"Tynu'riel!" He called out, causing Camilla to stop and turn curiously. "Leaving so soon? Who is your new friend?"
"Her name is Camilla..." Tynu'riel replied and looked up at Suratus with almost pleading eyes which caused the warrior to raise an eyebrow.
"My brother and I tend the Riverwood Trader." Camilla replied, beaming at Suratus. "And Tynu'riel, was it? She's getting a golden claw trinket back from a bunch of thieves for us."
"Is she, now?" Suratus asked with a smirk, crossing his arms over his chest. "I knew Imsel was wrong about you. How does Tynu'riel the Steadfast sound?"
"This isn't funny!" Tynu'riel shouted, catching a surprised look from Camilla, thought Suratus had expected the reaction. The elf turned to Camilla with an apologetic look on her face and almost came to tears. "I'm sorry, Camilla, but I'm no adventurer. I got swept up in your conversation and before I could even say that I wasn't up to such a task you had brought me out here."
"So you won't be going after the thieves, then?" Camilla asked, letting go of Tynu'riel's hand and casting her eyes to the ground.
"Nonsense!" Yazzash shouted as she approached with a grin, wrapping one thick arm around the Bosmer's neck and another around the Imperial's. Camilla stepped back, surprised by the growing group. "She just won't be doing it alone, will ya, dumpling?"
"Dumpling?" Tynu'riel demanded, glaring up at the Orc who merely chuckled at the unamused response. The elf looked over at Camilla who had renewed hope in her eyes and sighed, nodding her head. "Yes, we'll retrieve the claw for you."
"Oh, you're all simply wonderful." Camilla replied ecstatically, leaning forward and kissing each of them on the cheek. Tynu'riel turned bright red which only widened the smirks on Suratus's and Yazzash's faces. "But you must know, one hundred septims is all we can afford to pay for the job, no matter how many people do it."
"Hmm..." Suratus mused, pulling out of Yazzash's grip, which allowed fer her to continue picking on Tynu'riel. "One hundred septims and another peck on the cheek and we'll call it fair." He offered with a wink.
"Very well." Camilla replied with a laugh. "I wish you all the best of luck. Now I've got a boring shop to tend to. Do be careful, all of you!"
"Oh we will." Yazzasg called back, letting Tynu'riel go. The Bosmer immediately began fixing her golden lockes, glaring daggers at the two armored beings next to her. "Oh, we're just havin' some fun with you. I'll lighten up if you want."
Tynu'riel made to respond but closed her mouth, realizing that Yazzash was acting much like a big sister to her. The thought was more comforting than annoying and so she said nothing as Imsel approached the group.
"Coming to join us in tracking down some thieves?" Tynu'riel asked, placing her hands on her hips. "There's 25 septims in it if we split it four ways."
"And a kiss." Suratus added, raising a finger and receiving a punch on the arm from Yazzash.
"Well, that all sounds fun, but I can't." The red headed Nord replied with an exaggerated shrug. "Ralof's sister asked me to head to Whiterun and warn the Jarl about the attack on Helgen. I figure the Jarl will reward me for news like that with something pretty nice."
"Maybe a big new sword." Suratus offered.
"Or a prettier mug." Yazzash replied with a laugh.
"Yazzash!" Tynu'riel scolded, causing all three of the others to cackle.
"We'll see when I get there." Imsel replied, placing a hand on Tynu'riel's head and ruffling her hair. The Bosmer groaned and pushed the Nord's hand away and set about fixing her hair once more. "When you're done with this quest of yours, you should all come to Whiterun. It's just around this mountain, dominating the plains below."
"We'll see you there." Suratus replied. He didn't speak for anyone but himself, but no one seemed to find the idea disagreeable. With that Imsel gave everyone in the group a fairly crushing hug and began running toward the city of Whiterun. Suratus turned back and looked up the mountain with a grin. "Well then... Shall we, my friends?"
"Let's make some thieves pay." Yazzash said with a dark chuckle.
"And make two nice siblings very happy." Tynu'riel offered, receiving laughs from the other two. "What?! What's so funny?"