Hey there, uh, Spoiler warning for DSII. Just letting you know here and now.

Elina, last name unknown mostly due to being Undead for an indescribable amount of time, current Monarch of Drangleic and slayer of demons and countless Undead and whatnot, was currently completely bored out of her mind. Sitting alone, in her Faraam armor, on the Throne of Want, utterly submerged in darkness, head resting against open palm. It was hard to believe, but yes, a Undead, even one that hadn't lost it's mind, could get bored. Elina, truth be told, was starting to wonder if that's why so many of them had lost it. There was nothing to do in Drangleic. Hell, at first, Elina went along with Shallote because, well, she looked like needed the help. But later on, after dodging countless deathtraps and slain who knows how many enemies, plus dying a helluva lot, she went along with solely for the entertainment factor. The sheer thrill of beating a tough area was enough for the cursed Undead to go on exploring. Plus, you know, dying wasn't that bad once you got used to it. The first time scared the living hell out of Elina, but as time wore on, the only look she could give those who slayed her was a dry, almost pitying look, like: "Great job, won't help you next time though." She supposed that she could go Hollow if she stayed Undead long enough...but, she had enough human effigies to last her a while, not to mention still being human currently. Plus, last she checked, people could still retain their minds if their will was strong enough, and who had a stronger will than her?

Anyway, there didn't seem to be any real network of roads between locations. Despite the fact she had traversed the entirety of Drangleic, or whatever it was called now, (Elina was starting to think Elinavile. Hey, not like anyone would object) she had mostly gotten by with tunnels and side passageways.

She was also starting to wonder if some of the tougher enemies she fought just let her pass because they were tired of her constantly showing up on their doorstep, always using the same damn, "roll around behind them and hack at their legs" until they keeled over and died. Hey, wasn't her fault if they didn't realize their attack patterns were so easy to read.

But, more to the point, Elina tapped her fingers against the armrests of the stone chair, wondering what to do now. She still had that feather thing, so maybe she could warp back to the last bonfire she rested at. Then again, what would she do if she got back? Sit around Majula? It had a nice, strange never setting sun, and a bunch of nice people around. Well, nice, in the subjective sense of the word.

Most of them probably couldn't remember their own names, but still.

And some of them were, if Elina was being honest, kinda jerks. Melentia was kinda loony, Carhillion was a teeny weeny bit arrogant, that shopkeeper whose name Elina couldn't remember was a jerk, Gilligan was shifty, and Lica….well, the day Elina threw her off a cliff would be a good one. Runs on faith, psh, Vendrick's bottoms.

Still, that depressed guy on the hill was kinda nice, the blacksmith and his daughter were alright, Cale was a nice distraction, Rosabeth was just nice to talk to. The Emerald Herald, Shallote, was...okay. It would be nice if she said something other than something dark and gloomy for once. Hell, Lucatiel even said nice things every once in while….after Elina dragged her to Majula by her coat tails, and force fed her a human effigy.

Hey, not her fault Elina couldn't speak, also not her fault Lucatiel apparently didn't receive the same intro she did.

Then again….those three old ladies weren't, exactly the best welcoming committee, so maybe it was for the besstt….?

Anyway, back to figuring out what to do.

Elina guessed she could sleep, hell, nothing better to do. But...how would she know when she woke up? It was hard enough to see already out of the helmet, and it was already pitch black in there. She didn't want to go stumbling through her stuff for a flame butterfly, she might accidently pull out some weapon of mass destruction she, somehow, despite all forms of logic and physical matter,kept in her knapsack.

But...she was so bored, so maybe….

But the throne was damnably uncomfortable, sitting in a suit of plate armor on solid rock was not good for the tush. Could she even get to sleep like this? Hell, did she even need to sleep? Elina hadn't spent any time resting on her little romp through the land, never really wanted to. The only thing she got close to a "rest" was when she hung out in Majula testing out new weapons in a reasonably safe area. But other than that….not really.

Oh well, first time for everything, Elina guessed.

Slowly closing her eyes, Elina, the Undead hero, went to sleep.

Amalia was having an off day, if she was being honest. First, she got up on the wrong side of the bed, as in, off the bed. Which was just weird. Second, Lydia seemed grouchy this time of the month, not really sure why, but Amalia wasn't about to ask. Third….well, truth be told, those were the only two things, but still! There was a third somewhere in there. Somewhere...lurking….hiding the in shadows, waiting for a chance to strike. Waiting for the shoe to drop, longing for the last sweet roll that was clearly Amalia's.

Speaking of which, Amalia's stomach growled, causing her to frown.

"I'm hungry." She said, leaning on her greatsword.

"That's nice my Thane." Lydia said, preoccupied.

"You wanna grab something to eat after we're done with this?" Amalia asked casually.

"That's nice my Thane." Lydia responded.

"...You're not even paying attention are you?" Amalia said deadpan.

Lydia ducked under a bandit's sword swing, ramming her shield into his stomach, causing him to stumble and sputter for breath. A second bandit, this one an orc, tired to go for an overhand swing with his great axe, but Lydia quickly stepped to the side and cut his neck with a simple swing of her sword, letting him stumble and fall to the ground. The first one, now somewhat recovered, tired to make a swing with his sword. Lydia just caught the bastard's arm mid swing and started socking him in the gut with her sword arm before finally introducing the back of his head to the ground.

"You done?" Amalia asked, resting her arm against the hilt of her sword.

"I'm sorry, what did you say my Thane?" Lydia asked, wiping the blood off her sword.

"I said-"

"Scurvy wench! You'll die for that!"

Amalia looked over to the bandit chief with a bloody nose, apparently now speaking in pirate lingo. Raising an eyebrow, Amalia just shook her head.

"Scurvy wench? Really? You really couldn't think of anything better than that?" She asked, completely dismissing the chief as a threat.

Needless to say, that caused the chief, who was a imperial by the way, to go red with rage and charge at Amalia. Who simply stood there, still leaning on the greatsword.

"Hey, I'd look up if I were you." Amalia said suddenly, checking her fingernails.

Stopping mid charge, the imperial looked flabbergasted at Amalia's complete nonchalance.

"Look up? What in Talos's name do you mean by-"

There was a loud splat sound.

"For the large object falling out of the sky, of course." Amalia calmly informed the now dead bandit, who was, at this point, more or less a mess of bones and blood.

"My Thane?" Lydia called over.

"I'm fine Lydia!" Amalia called back, looking to the new...thing that had decided to make a crash landing.

What that "thing" was a person of some-sort dressed in heavy grey armor that Amalia didn't recognize. It vaguely reminded her of a lion, plus she liked the nice half skirt-half coat thing it had on. As of now, it was laying on it's back and she couldn't see it's face.

"Hey there!" Amalia said in greeting, walking up to the thing and extending a hand, "There are better places to take a nap then on the ground you know."

The "person dressed in heavy armor" slowly raised it's head. No, very much her head. Lifting her head, the helmet slowly came off, revealing a head of golden blond and green eyes. Rubbing her head, the newcomer slowly looked to Amalia, then at her extended hand. Looking at it with a cautious look, she slowly raised her hand.

Lydia, off to the side, saw the dangerous gleam of a longsword's blade shine in it's sheath, and the women's left hand was too close to it.

"My Thane!" Lydia yelled, starting to sprint towards Amalia.

But found her fears unwarranted, the armored glove only came up to grab Amalia's hand and accepted the help up.

"Soo….who are you?" Amalia asked, as Lydia walked up to the two.

"..." The newcomer titled her head, but quickly took notice of the Housecarl's drawn sword and shield. Stepping backwards, the girl drew her sword quickly, assuming a combat stance, which, in turn, cause Lydia to take one as well.

"Hey, hey! Easy now! We're not gonna hurt each other! Okay?" Amalia said, stepping in between the two.

"My Thane, you need to be more cautious." Lydia replied sternly, "We don't know who this person is, and….what are you doing?"

The newcomer, for some reason, performed an elegant roll to the side, trying to get behind Lydia.

Who in turn, countered this action by simply turning around. Undeterred, the woman repeated this process several times, seemingly unbothered by her heavy armor. Each time, Lydia performed the much less elegant action of simply following her.

"...Well, she is acrobatic." Amalia observed, having taken several steps back to watch the proceedings.

"Quite so my Thane." Lydia responded dryly, turning around as the blond performed another roll, "Could you…"

"Ah, right."

Clearing her throat, Amalia looked to the blonde, "Hey, rollsmcgee! FUS RO DAH!"

Elina, for one, was rather surprised when she was sent flying by the red head's voice. Well, actually, she was not expecting to be sent flying at all. She was expecting to wake up on the Throne of Want, not crash landing on some random guy. Now she got blood all over her chain mail and fur lining, getting that out was not easy to do. No siree, not at all. And another thing, rollsmcgee? Really? All she was doing was trying to get a backstab on the brunette, but she kept damnably kept turning. That was really annoying. Hollows weren't supposed to do that, they were supposed to be stupid idiots that wouldn't get any tactic that wasn't bum rushing.

Wait a tic, the ground was coming up soon.

Landing with a loud thump, Elina laid yet again with her back on the ground, staring at the blue sky, mountains marring the landscape.

Wait, blue sky? Mountains? Where was she….

Oh right, in the middle of a fight.

Rolling to the side and picking up her fallen longsword, Elina twirled it slightly as the two approached.

"Easy now, we're not gonna hurt you." The redhead said, holding up her hands in a pleading gesture. Elina rolled her eyes, yeah right. If that was the case, what's with the armor and greatsword? Her companion, who Elina had dubbed "Defender" in her head, held her shield out in front of her. Elina didn't recognize the make, but summed it up to some foreign plenty of those in Drangelic.

"My Thane, don't." Defender warned, eyes wary for any attack. This one was smart, like an invader, wouldn't fall prey to any simple duck and roll tactics, she would have to get creative about this. Maybe a fireball spell would do the trick….

Her left hand glowing, and the feeling of warmth welled up in her palm, she hurled a massive fireball at Defender, charging at the same time.

To her glee, the fireball hit dead on, no doubt causing massive damage. To her dismay, a shield promptly smacked her in the face, causing her to slide across the around, slipping further because of blood on the ground.

Ew.

"My Thane, I must thank you again, for the enchanted gauntlets." Defender said, apparently unhurt.

"No problem." "Thane" answered.

Wait a sec, enchanted? Defender had magic gloves? That was so not fair. Elina wanted magic gloves! Who did she had to kill to get them?

Rising, the undead Hero tired to stand, but a blade pointed right at her face stood in her way.

"Now then, we done?" Thane asked, holding the grip of a two handed greatsword, with the tip pointed right at her face.

Elina blinked, they were fighting. People didn't stop fighting because they wanted to talk. Hell, nobody wanted to talk in Drangelic. Also, she couldn't talk, so there was that…

Undeterred, Elina brushed aside the blade and raised her longsword.

Only to receive a pommel to the gut.

Stumbling backwards and groaning in pain, Elina slowly looked up to her attackers….who, she had to admit, were kinda just defending themselves at this point….

Gripping her longsword both hands, Elina breathed in and out, regaining her stamina as Defender stood in front of Thane. Ah-ha, a duo fight? So individually they should be weak enough for her to take on, she just had to separate them...

"My Thane, she's not listening to anything you say, we should leave." Defender suggested to Thane.

"You think?" Thane responded, looking at Elina with a somewhat disappointed glance, "If you say so…."

Just like that, the two sheathed their weapons and started walking away.

Wait, what?

"We're just gonna leave now….seeya!" Thane said, waving her hand as they walked away.

Defender didn't even look at her.

Elina stood there, dumbfounded. What...you don't just leave! Not like that! There was an order to these things! You stood and fought no matter what happened! Sure, running away to heal was totally legit, but you stayed in the same area, more or less!

Watching the two walk away, Elina just….stood there, not doing anything else. After a bit, she walked over to where her helmet lay and looked it over. Good, no dents, she didn't have the blacksmith around to fix it. Or a bonfire, that too.

Speaking of, where was she? It was actually kinda cold around here, not, misty cold like the Shaded Woods, but cold cold. Like she was exploring the Dragon Aerie, windy as all hell and freezing.

Setting the helmet on her head, Elina sheathed her longsword and looked around. Well, at least she had something to do.

On the road northeast of Whiterun, two brothers, Vilkas and Farkas, long time members of The Companions and secretly werewolves, trekked back home to Jorrvaskr. Having just recently rescued a citizen of Whiterun the two would feel rather proud of themselves.

Would feel, that is, if that person wasn't Nazeem.

"Do you two get to the Cloud District very often? Oh, what am I saying, of course you don't."

"We know, you said that the last fifteen times." Vilkas groaned, placing a hand over his eyes. Ugh, he was starting to understand why The Harbinger kept beating him up, his smug attitude was just…

"Hey Vilkas." Farkas spoke up, "Looks like your crush is here."

"What? What are you…"

Looking up, Vilkas saw two people walking on the road in front of them. One of them, dressed in armor and with the march of a warrior about her, walked forward fearlessly. Her gait speaking of countless victories untold, cold steel soaked in blood and sinew. Her eyes never once wavering from the path she took. The one who stole his heart without even trying. Lydia.

Oh, and the Harbinger was there too. That was nice.

Farkas, next to him, just smirked and waved his hand at the two.

When they got close, the four exchanged greetings. Of course, "greetings" meant Farkas apologized again for smacking Amalia over the head, who in turn just tried to smile and reassure him it wasn't his fault. While Vilkas tired to start up a conversation with Lydia, only to be completely ignored.

Well, at least he wasn't the only one being ignored. Naazem wasn't even looked at the entire time.

Clearing his throat, Vilkas looked to Amalia, "So, Harbinger, when are you returning to Jorrvaskr? There are some things you need to attend to..."

Amalia rolled her eyes, "Vilkas, how many times do I gotta tell you? I don't want to be the Harbinger, why not you or Farkas?"

"Because, it's what Koldak wished." Vilkas responded.

This was how most of their conversations went, Vilkas would try to get Amalia to take responsibility of being the Harbringer, Amalia would sidestep the issue with quick wordplay or simply not being there. But now, on the road, maybe he might hold some advantage on this.

"That aside," Or not, as Farkas spoke up, "You do know you're being followed, right?" He asked, glancing at a nearby rock, a far distance away.

Just like that, both Amalia and Lydia took on annoyed looks.

"We know." Amalia said.

"She's been following us for some time now." Lydia groaned.

"She?" Vilkas asked.

"Yep, it's a girl. Blond hair, green eyes, all that." Amalia nodded, "Doesn't talk a lot though."

Lydia rolled her eyes, "My Thane, she hasn't talked at all."

"Exactly!"

"Do you know why she's following you?" Vilkas asked, spying a plume poking out of the rock.

"No idea, just fell out of the sky and started attacking. Didn't really do much, but she likes to roll a lot." Amalia said.

"Roll? What do you mean by that?" Vilkas asked.

"Roll. Like, do a bunch of combat rolls without throwing up." Amalia explained, "Don't really know what to do with her though. I think she might be a little lost in the head."

"You said she attacked you, any idea why?" Farkas spoke up.

"Not really. I mean, she accepted my help up, but when she saw Lydia approach with her weapons drawn, she storta flipped out." Amalia said.

"Hmm, maybe she has some form of trauma, perhaps seeing Housecarl Lydia's sword and shield triggered some kind of natural reaction." Vilkas guessed.

"Like, a bad memory or something?" Amalia guessed.

"Possibly."

"Well, anyway. I don't want to go back to Whiterun with her following us. I'm afraid that she'll flip out or something when she get's close to someone." Amalia said, crossing her arms, "Hey, could you guys take her to Jorrvaskr and keep her there till we get back? I got a few errands to run." She asked.

"What? I thought you said that you didn't want her going to Whiterun." Vilkas returned.

"Well, yeah, but I don't want her wandering around, she doesn't seem a bad person, but I really can't think of anything to do with her." Amalia shrugged, "Could you? Please? As a request from your Harbinger?" Amalia pleaded, turning on the doe factor.

"No." Vilkas flatly responded.

Amalia glared, the Dovahkiin gently leaned towards Vilkas and whispered, "If you do, I'll bring Lydia by more often."

"I don't…"

"And, actually stay in Jorrvaskr for a while. Do some of the paperwork, keep the guys in line, that kind of stuff…."

Vilkas blinked, then slowly nodded, "Very well, come on Farkas." He said, starting to walk again.

"Very well." His younger brother nodded, following him.

"My Thane? What did you say to him?" Lydia asked, having not caught the hushed conversation.

"Oh you know, women have their ways." Amalia replied, placing her hands behind her head and walking forward.

"My Thane, you do realize I'm a woman as well, right?" Lydia asked skeptically, following her.

"Not if you keep missing Vilkas's attempts to flirt…." Amalia muttered to herself.

"What was that my Thane?"

"Nothing!"

Elina was somewhat surprised when two men, one wearing wolf like armor, the other dressed in heavy steel, both of them looking like someone had decided to punch them in the face when they were kids, had suddenly came around and grabbed her by the arms, dragging her across the road.

"Easy there lass, if you are a lass that is." One of them, the one with makeup over his eyes and wolf armor.

"Just taking you back to Jorrvaskr." The other one said, who Elina quickly dubbed "shoulder plates" in her mind.

She struggled, of course. As befitting someone who died over and over and didn't give up once. Shook her arms and tried to break free. But for the undead life of her, those two didn't bugle! They were just as strong as those old knights in Heides's Tower of Flame! Even when wearing plate armor, those two didn't seem bothered by it at all.

It wouldn't be so bad, but this really annoying guy kept sneering at her! Also kept talking about something called a "Cloud District" or something. Honestly, Elina just wanted to tear his head off by the fifth one. But noo, her arms were stuck, and she couldn't get good footing! Stupid wolf faced bastards.

By the time they got to this large hill, Elina had settled for just waiting till they let her go, then make a break for it. They had to let her go sometime, so when they did….

"Hail Companion." A new voice greeted.

"Hello Gary, how's the knee?" "Companion" returned.

"Good, damn Giants. Wife was real worried about it." Gary answered, "Who's this?"

"Ah….The-" "Companion"

"Dragonborn. Say no more." Gary returned, apparently understanding everything. Inside her helmet, Elina narrowed her eyes. Dragonborn? What the hell was that? Did somebody get a dragon pregant? Or did a dragon get somebody….Oh gross.

Actually letting out a moan at the thought, (Moans, groans, shrieks and screams were about the limit of her vocal range), Elina let herself be dragged through the streets. On the plus side, mister "Cloud District" was gone. So there was that.

After being hauled like luggage through a town she didn't recall, (to be fair, her memory was shit in anything not related to Drangleic.) They came up to a large building that, which, after straining her neck, kinda looked like a large boat.

Coming through a set of doors, Elina was unceremoniously dumped like a sack of potatoes. Reacting quickly, Elina quickly went for her longsword...only to gasp empty air.

"Looking for this?" "Companion" said, drawing her attention to the one handed longsword she usually had on her.

Glaring at him through her helmet, Elina rose to her feet, prepared to defend herself by any means necessa-

"Here." With a causal toss, the longsword was in the air, giving Elina ample time to catch it and stare at it, dumbfounded.

"Wouldn't want you to go around unarmed in that suit of armor. Might give people the wrong idea." Companion said, shrugging, "Name's Vilkas by the way. Little brother here is Farkas, and you stand in the halls of Jorrvaskr, home of the Companions."

Elina looked around, Jorrvaskr, as he called it, was a large, almost homey place. In the center was a long table surrounding a fire-pit. On the table was all sorts of food and wine, chicken, venison, all kinds of meat. Elina couldn't remember the last time she actually ate something. Not estus flask, not green blossom, not those Divine Blessings. Actual, real, food. But...did she even need to eat? She couldn't remember if Undead needed to eat or not. If not, screw that, there was no way that she was letting this chance pass her up. Even if she had to fight her way there….but if they didn't, then maybe they weren't so bad….

"Oh, Vilkas. Whose this, a new whelp?" A new lady appeared, with red hair and face paint over her eyes. And wearing armor that was only slightly more covering than a desert sorceress.

"Hello to you too Aela." Vilkas responded, crossing his arms, "As for your question, no. The Harbinger asked us to take care of this lass for the time being."

"Lass?" "Needs more armor" looked to Elina, "Well, always nice to see another strong woman in Skyrim."

Elina looked to her. Skyrim? What the hell was that? Some kind of pastry?

"Anyway Lass, why don't you take that helmet off? Let us get a good look at your face."

Elina glanced at him, before causally shrugging her shoulders, as if saying, "Eh, why not?" Reaching upwards, Elina lifted the Faaram helmet off, letting her short blond hair out and blinking.

"There we go, much better. Nice to be able to see clearly now eh lass?" Vilkas said, "Why don't you take a look around? Get a bite to eat and whatnot."

Elina felt a smile creep up on her face. Okay, she could grow to like these people.

"AHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRR!"

"Hold still deary. Ria, could you please keep her still?"

"I'm trying Tilma, but she's stronger than she looks!"

Elina could never like these people. They were monsters, torturous beasts, barbarians. Far worse than anything she had faced in Drangelic! With their buckets of water and soapy things, rubbing against her skin and pulling on her hair! Demons! The lot of them!

"Calm down deary, it's just a bath." Tilma sighed. It had been a day so far, during that time, the newcomer had spent most of it at the dinner table, gobbling down anything that came close, and damn near running the pantry dry. It took the combined might of Vilkas and Farkas to pry her away from the table. The heavy armor didn't help either side all that much. Even more than that, she had to be forcibly stripped of her armor for a bath. Which she protested, vehemently.

It didn't help that there was this one little circle thing in between her shoulder blades that wouldn't come off no matter how hard Tilma scrubbed.

It also didn't help that she apparently couldn't say anything other than "arrrhhh."

Grabbing a nearby bucket, Tilma nodded to Ria, who was holding the newcomer down in the bathtub, which was more or less a large wooden bucket sitting in the backyard of Jorrvaskr at night. Away from prying eyes, and keeping the floors in the hall nice.

Nodding in return, Ria stepped backwards and let go of the blond, who, in turn, tried to make a break for it.

Only for Tilma to dump a large volume of water over her head, stopping her in her tracks.

"There we go, all done, was that so bad-" Ria began, holding out a towel for her. Only for the lass to snatch it out of her hands and make a break for the halls of Jorrvskar….only to run head first into Vilkas, who had just left the building to check up on them. Smacking her head against his armored breastplate, she stumbled backwards, but Vilkas quickly caught her with one arm.

"Ah, there you are, Amalia is here and...why aren't you wearing any clothes?" Vilkas asked, trying not to look down and ignoring the heat coming to his face.

"We just finished giving the dear a bath, Vilkas." Tilma answered, a motherly smile coming to her face, "Speaking of, we should give you one as well."

"Ah, that won't necessary Tilma." Vilkas replied, a faint fear welling up in his stomach. Even as a grown man, Vilkas still hated getting bathed by Tilma. It was utter hell.

"Ah-hem." Ria cleared her throat, drawing their attention, "Her clothes?" She smirked, reminding Vilkas of the not unattractive women being held in his arm..

"Oh right, we'd better get you dressed miss…" Vilkas suddenly felt a heavy pressure come up from behind him. Like a dragon had somehow made it's way in Jorrvaskr.

And the all too familiar sound of a greatswords being unsheathed only proved his fears.

"Viillllkkaass….wanna explain to me why you're holding that lady hostage?"

"Oh no…" Vilkas felt dread. Pure, undiluted dread, "Harbinger, listen, I can expla-"

"Fus ro dah."

Vilkas let out a very unmanly scream and was sent flying.

Meanwhile, Elina, who fell on the ground, but the towel landing magically on her, titled her head, watching Vilkas get out from being a man shaped brick in the wall and started running. Was it always like this in Jorrvaskr? If so, she liked it.

Beats sitting on that lame stone throne anyway.

Soo...I bet you're all wondering what's going on. Well, truth be told, this kinda came out of the fact I always liked the Dark Souls series, but never wrote anything for that. Anndd...this was just a concept that wouldn't get out of my head. Sorry. Before anyone asks, no. I'm not putting this in the crossover section. Nope. Uh-uh. Sorry. And as to why...well, it's not really a crossover. Sure, a character from another series is here, but not any real cross between the settings. That would mean more of a headache then I'd like.

Okay, on to the Undead Hero, Elina. Truth be told, I actually didn't play a character named Elina in DS. Mostly because my main, a warrior named Tristan, took up that spot, and well, I didn't really feel like playing through it again with more or less the same build. (Which was a almost pure fighter build with a minor in faith and intelligence.) Anyway, I won't always include her in every chapter. Sure, she could show up here and there, but not every one. Anndd, if not enough people like this chapter, I'll just delete it and we can all pretend it never happened.

One last thing, about Vilkas's crush on Lydia. Honestly, that was just a spur of the moment, "Hey, since the DB gets all the love, what about the Housecarl? They go on as many adventures as the Dragonborn and are about as tough." Plus, I thought it would be funny.

One last thing, since no one really answered, here's who Amalia saw in the last chapter. In order:

1. Savos Aren

2. Nerien

3. Koldak

4. Arngeir

5. Ulfric Stormcloak

6. General Tullius

7. Barlgruuf the Greater

8. Serena.

9. Delphine

10. Esbren

11. Tsun

12. Talos

13. The Hero of Kvatch

14. Akatosh.

Sorry, I know that's a lot. And some of it didn't make any sense, but take it as a sign of things to come...if I get this story that far. Anyway, please enjoy!

Truly Wandering, Outlaw.