Tale of a Skyrim Hero

53. Shield Brother

In Companions, Farkas, Jorrvaskr, Whiterun on August 15, 2012 at 3:26 pm

Athene was three bottles of mead into oblivion when the three bandits that had taken over her camp beneath Whiterun returned for the night.

She’d been surprised to find it unoccupied anyway, so she wasn’t surprised to hear their footsteps. But it pissed her off that they didn’t think anything of the fire she’d lit and the rabbit stew she had bubbling. They laughed and sat in the dirt and shared their ale between them as if their own mothers had set up camp, and not one seemed to wonder how that was possible.

She glowered from the shadows and calculated her odds.

Three against one. But one that had become very good at quick attacks from the darkness. On the other hand she was a little tipsy, and she didn’t want her new quest to finish at the business end of some idiot bandit’s warhammer, before she’d had a chance to screw it up some other way.

One of the bandits fell over backwards and began to snore. The others laughed.

Athene raised an eyebrow. Two against one.


52. The Listener’s Request

In Babette, Cicero, Dark Brotherhood, Nazir, Night Mother on August 15, 2012 at 1:31 pm

The child-like vampire smiled in Galmar Stone-Fist’s face. She patted his beefy arm where it was shackled to the wall. He was the only occupant in the newly-refurbished torture room of the Dawnstar sanctuary.

“Don’t feel too bad about how you’ve ended up,” she said. “You were trying to be nice.”

“Die, monster!”

“Oh, now that you should feel bad about. I’ve heard better insults from children. Other children.” She laughed.

Galmar yanked hard against his binds. It wasn’t the first time. His arms were coated in blood where he’d worried them against the stone and metal. He panted and fell to his knees.


“That’s better,” Babette said. She turned and walked out.

51. The Liberation of Skyrim

In Civil War, Galmar Stone-Fist, Ulfric Stormcloak on August 3, 2012 at 1:15 pm

Dusk shone orange through the snow flurries around Windhelm. Ulfric Stormcloak was hidden beneath a thick cloak and hood, escorted by his second in command, Galmar Stone-Fist. He hadn’t announced his intentions and even the Stormcloak soldiers at the gates spared barely a nod to their true High King.

Athene watched from the end of the bridge that led over the inlet to the stables. She’d spent the night pacing and her eyes were fuzzy without sleep, but she felt sharp beneath it all, like there was something larger than herself inside her skin. Something with a jagged spine and talons, stretching to break free. She felt positively vicious.

As the two men approached she stood straighter and nodded.

“I’ve scouted the house. It looks good, but I still want to go in first.”

“Of course,” Galmar said. He’d lost none of his attitude since her release from jail and showed all his dislike for her with his tone and expression.

She smiled at him.


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