Having the Star of Azura is really useful. I have a constant soul gem that I can use to fill up my greatsword's enchantments and the Razor's enchantments whenever I need it. Also, now that I have two Daedric artefacts the chaos in Tamriel has actually gotten slightly better. The crops have begun to grow again in Valenwood and Morrowind, the Hold capitals of Skyrim have been declared safe and the main roads in Tamriel as mostly safe.
Maybe the more Daedric artrefacts I track down, the better.
"We have a contract in Falkreath," mother says to me. "Do you want it?"
"You'd trust me to go to Falkreath alone?" I ask her dubiously. "What's the catch?"
"There is no catch. Skyrim is safer now, for some reason, and I know you're strong and capable," mother shrugs. "Besides. Blaise and Maryse have the freedom to come and go as they wish. As should you,"
I still feel suspicious about this. Mother has always been way too overprotective since Maryse disappeared a few years ago and almost even more so now that she's resurfaced as an assassin. I guess it's because I'm her last true-born child still living at home.
Still, I won't deny this chance at some real freedom. I pack myself some healing and stamina potions (I use plenty of stamina potions up with two-handed weapons), slip into my ebony armour, sheathe my greatsword on my back, side Mehrune's razor into the sheathe near my chest and slide two more daggers into my boots. You can never be too prepared.
"I guess I'll be back depending on how long this contract takes," I inform her.
"Be safe, my love,"
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Falkreath is pretty abysmal, even at the best of times. It usually rains and so always has a muggy and grey aura to it. Plus the pine trees make me feel so constrained and claustrophobic sometimes. The contract is for the local blacksmith, so I assume that some bandit has taken his prized hammer or some weapon he's been working on for a client and needs it back.
The guards point me in the direction of the blacksmith, Lod, and I find him working at his anvil.
"You called for the Companions?" I ask and show him the writ of the Companions.
"Yes...did you see a hound on the road? A fine, strong creature that's been wandering near town?" the blacksmith gives me an odd greeting.
"Um," I'm a little thrown off by his question. "No. No dog,"
"There's one out on the road...I can't afford the time to chase him down but I could use a fierce, loyal beast to keep me company,"
"So that's where I come in," I fill in the blanks. So there was a catch to this Falkreath job: a non-lethal contract involving finding a dog for someone. Thanks, mother. Glad to know you hold my warrior ability in such high esteem.
"I'm happy to help," I plaster on my winning Companions smile.
Lod beams at me. "Good! There's plenty of gold in it for you if you succeed. Here's the meat - check the road just outside of town,"
I follow his directions, raw meat in my hand feeling a little peeved off. This is what my skill is being reduced to? Hunting down a dog for someone? Well. At least it's a good deed. That brightens the load for me a little.
After wandering around a little, a hear a bark and a dog comes racing towards me. At least it didn't take too long.
"You are exactly what I was looking for," the dog says to me and then barks.
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A Series of Daedric Events (a Skyrim fanfiction)
FanfictionLucia Whitemane is a good girl. She trains hard, fights well and has a noble heart. She's a perfect candidate for the Companions and joining them and being just like her parents is all she's ever wanted. However, the rising threat of the Second Obli...
