Skyrim - A Story

Chapter 1

Skyrim - A Story

Three years ago.

"Des! Slow down and wait for me please?" I called out. Desdemona and myself were going to explore a ruin we'd found the other day. It was cold and snowbound, but we couldn't wait to go and check it out. We lived in Riverwood, together, after my parents died when I was twelve.  I'm now fifteen, and winging it with Des. She's maybe a year or two older than me, bottle blonde, sizeable boobs for a teenager, and had a flair for the unknown. She was always telling me about things she'd found, mostly filling my head with fantasies of discovering something big. Her sapphire eyes would glitter in excitement, especially when she told me about this new ruin.
"Bleak Falls Barrow!" She gushed. "A lot of the townsfolk are afraid of the place, but we'll show 'em!" She said. "Two young gals such as ourselves, showing up the entire population of grown men that live here in Riverwood,"
I nodded, unsure, but she had me intrigued.
"When do we go and check it out?" I asked.
"Tomorrow!" She said, happily. She ran around her house, grabbing a travellers sword, and a tight fitted leather armour. She found her boots, and gauntlets, and set them out neatly.
"You can wear these," she said, gesturing to them.
"But they're yours," I said, "What'll you wear?"
"I'll be fine, besides, what would your parents think of me if I let their little girl get hurt?" She pouted, hands on my shoulders.
I remembered the way her eyes sparkled like that, as she held me and looked into my eyes.
Pity I never got to see them again, after the next day.
The barrow was filled with bandits. Desdemona didn't return with me. I almost didn't return myself.
I crouched behind an outcrop of boulders, frightened.
I could hear Des's cries, as she was brutally attacked.
"...No!..." she cried, "Aaah!"
I could hear muffled moans and grunts, and Des's cries got louder and more frantic, she shrieked in pain.
I peeked up over the boulders, to see this Orc bandit, hands around her throat, and his pants around his knees. He was ramming into her, ruthlessly, I saw. Des was struggling, the bandit just kept thrusting. His hands spasmed, Des tried screaming, but her airway was blocked off. He thrusted really hard, the force of the thrust forced a scream past his hands, and he pushed her off him. She laid there in the snow, legs spreadeagled, and blood in places around her. He yanked her up by her hair, and he made her kneel. She was alive still, barely.
His penis stood on end, and he speared it into her mouth, his hands securing her head, as he started to thrust. He was going pretty savagely, I saw, one particular thrust, sent her eyes rolling into the back of her skull. She suddenly went limp, and the bandit casually threw her to the ground. She never moved. Blood ran from her slack mouth, and seeped into the snow. The bandit tucked his pants back up, and trekked back towards the shadowy mass that was the barrow.
I wasn't going in there ever.
Once the bandit was truly gone, I ran over to Des.
She was cold, half naked, blood soaked, and had many bruises on her neck. White fluid leaked from her mouth, mixing into the bloody snow.
I cried, as I dragged her lifeless body back the way we came, I collapsed, not too far from the path to Riverwood.

...wait, there's an alive one!
Quickly, wrap this around her, before she freezes to death...
Oh my, what happened to the other one?
Raped, by the looks.
We'd better return the body to the nearest village,"
I woke to warmth, and being carried. I looked up, a man, or really an older teenager carried me. He wore tough steel armour, and had a baby face. His hair was black, and he smelt like, only something I could describe as the puppy smell. His eyes were ice blue, I could steal glances, as he looked to the trail. I collapsed in exhaustion once more, and slept the rest of the way.

Present Day

I flinched awake at the memory. It had been three years now since Des and I attempted that fateful day. I missed her dearly.
I only just remembered the details about the guy who carried me off the mountain. He was tall, lean, and had a gaze that felt like ice, and looked like ice. The village elder, pretty much told me, "Desdemona is dead, her house wasn't left to you, you're homeless now, you're free to go,"
I spent the next three years from that fateful day, wandering around Whiterun, and the surrounds.
I don't know how I survived it.

I currently stood outside the Companions mead hall, Jorrvaskr. I'd learnt how to swing a sword through those 3 unfortunate years, I scavenged pieces of armour from the areas I'd been. I wasn't going to allow myself to befall the same fate Des did, wrapped around a bandit's disease ridden cock.
Each Orc bandit I've ever encountered, I made it my personal mission to cut their dick off, and force it down their own throat. As a sick, yet satisfying testimony to Des's soul.
But enough about that, I was here to join the Companions, Des saved my life by her going in first. It cost hers though, and I wanted to join the Companions, as a way to show my thanks for her sacrifice. So, I had the idea of saving others from their woes.
In a way, anyway. I haven't yet attempted any bandit camps though.

I took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.
No answer. I leant against the door, and pressed my ear to the thick heavy looking wood. I heard muffled shouting, glass breaking and what sounded like furniture hitting the floor. I pushed open the door, and was met with the sight of a giant brawl. Centred on a Nord woman, who seemed content to be pinning a Dunmer man, holding his arm behind his back in a disarming way.
Then, as soon as I took a step in, the fight dissipated, and they got up.
"You need to work on your blocking," the woman commented, "but you're getting better,"
"You're as strong as always, milady," he replied, bowing graciously.
The woman scoffed, "No need for that cushy crap, elf," she clapped him on the back, "Who wants a drink with me?"
The crowd roared around her, and they all walked out the back doors.
I approached the nearest person, an old cleaning lady by the looks. She held a rickety looking broom.
"Hello dearie," she smiled warmly at me. "What can I help you with?"
I was immediately nervous.
"I-I've come to join the C-Companions," I stammered.
The lady looked me up and down, "You sure look the part," she chuckled, "But why would a young lass such as yourself want to get tied up in this rabble?" She chuckled at the 'rabble' bit.
"I owe it to my best friend, who died to protect me," I said, no hint of a stammer. "I want to fight in her name, and I want to make sure no other person has to go through what she did, or be put in the same situation as I was,"
The woman was surprised.
"Such a noble cause," she commented kindly, "How old are you, though?"
"Eighteen, ma'am," I answered. "I may look fresh faced, but I've seen some horrors,"
She nodded, sadly, "Aye, such is life for most people these days, especially with Unslaad Krosis coming,"
I frowned.
"Unslaad Krosis?"
"The coming of the end times, my dear," she patted me on the shoulder, "Kodlak is down the stairs over yonder," she said, and walked off, broom in hand. "Oh, dearie?"
I looked up from the top of the stairs.
"When you get down the stairs, head right, and keep following the corridor straight," she said, and then began sweeping the front floorboards.
"Thank you...?" I paused, wanting to catch her name.
"Tilma, dearie, but I'm just an old cleaning lady, you mustn't worry yourself upon the woes of an old woman now, hm?" She bustled away, and I walked down the stairs.

The downstairs section of Jorrvaskr was kind of dark, and smelt like almost like the way the dog house in Riverwood smelt all those years ago. Except, stronger. I turned right from the doorway, and headed along a large corridor, tables jam-packed with food lined the curved stone walls, and the floor was covered in a long scarlet runner, bordered by golden details. As I walked on, the dog smell got stronger, beside the door where I first walked in it smelt like doggy-musk, now it's just dog.
There were rumours, floating around Skyrim that certain Companions were werewolves, but that couldn't possibly be true?