Once again, my brother needs to shut his face and stop stealing my computer. (At least charge it, will ya?) This time it's about who was in Sovngarde. Farkas and Serana can be cured of their Lycanthropy and Vampirism respectively, and they are bth Nords, so they can make it to Sovngarde, thanks to the Dragonborn. Thank you Wyatt, for your feedback.(sarcasm)
I use a few mods, so sorry if something doesn't add up in your game experience.
-My Mama has a scar just like that! But she's not always at home. She said she had to go on a boat to Solestiem, and Lydia says that's in Morrowind…
-Lucia
Alfinn urged his horse to go faster. He couldn't afford to waste a second. If the others found out about this…. What, exactly? What would they do? Probably preach about the Voice at him for a few hours. Alfinn decided that's not what he was worried about. No, he was worried about what was happening, not about what Master Gjurd thought of him.
The brown horse made its way up the mountain, having no difficulty making it to the top. Alfinn dismounted and patted the horse's flank.
The shrine was a mess. The local flora had taken it over, and the statue was surrounded by dragon's tongue and blue mountain flowers. However, the statue itself was in good condition, except for the fact Talos' nose had broken off. In all other respects, it was perfect. Out of the way, isolated, and so old it was forgotten.
Alfinn removed a small, linen- wrapped object from his pocket. An Amulet of Talos, tarnished with age. He hoped it would help. He hoped having the shrine nearby would help. But, it all came down to his Thu'um. Alfinn placed the amulet at the feet of the Talos statue, and he stood back.
Dragonkind… hunter… born. Three words he had meditated on for months.
"Dov… Ah Kiin!" Alfinn's voice rent the air, as a red glow appeared in front of him. It solidified into a humanoid shape, yet it was too tall to be human. Was this… the legendary Dragonborn?
Raige coolly looked around. After a long time in Sovngarde, Tamreiel felt like a cold bucket of water dumped over her head. Her eyes stopped on the Nord in Graybeard robes. Yes… It was his Voice that had called.
Alfinn was speechless. A High Elf, the Dragonborn? Impossible…
Needless to say he was expecting a Nord. Perhaps even an Imperial. Most certainly not a mer.
"It takes a certain strength of Voice to call one from the dead." Raige said. "I assume you did it for a reason?"
Alfinn gulped and took it in. The Altmer wore a motley of armor. Her boots and gloves were that of the shadowy Nightingale order, but the armor itself was clearly vampiric. She also wore a black cape with a red and black hood.
Her weapons were equally mismatched, two Dwarven swords, and Ebony bow with Elven arrows.
"I… um… Nightingale?" was all Alfinn could think to say.
"No," Raige said, "I can't stand Deadra. I stole these. I appreciate the irony."
"Uh huh." Alfin stuttered. Raige sighed.
"Why am I here?" she asked patiently.
"Oh, well…" Alfinn started, getting his thoughts together. "Skyrim needs you again, Dragonborn."