A Wood Elf's Life in Skyrim

The Silverhand

When we got back to Jorrvaskr we parted ways.

I went to find Aela and Skjor, lucky for me they were together.

"I'm ready now." I looked at them.

They both give me an understanding nod and we head to the Underforge.

After Aela transformed Skjor went over and cut her wrist, dripping it over a large bowl of some sort.

"Now you must drink it," he pointed to the blood.

"The blood?" I asked with a disgusted face.

"The blood." He nodded.

"I was afraid you'd say that," I sighed. "Well, no turning back now."

I leaned over and drank a handful of the blood. Before I know it I am overcome by the beast blood and I undergo a painful transformation. It's like no pain I've ever felt before. I run out the Underforge and try to get an understanding of my new body. But suddenly I begin to lose my consciousness.

When I come to I am outside in the middle of the forest, completely nude and halfway to Windhelm.

"Are you awake? I was starting to think you might never come back,"I looked up and saw Aela with my armor and weapons. "Yours was not an easy transformation. But you're still alive, so congratulations. We even have a celebration planned for you. There's a pack of werewolf hunters camped nearby, at Gallows Rock. The Silver Hand.You've met them before. We're going to slaughter them. All of them. Lead on. Skjor's already scouting ahead."

"What just happened to me Aela?" I look around and shiver in the cold terrain as I take my clothes and equip everything.

"You were born into the pack, sister. I almost envy you. That first time is always the most... intense. You gave us even more trouble than Farkas did at his first turning." She laughed.

"Sorry," I blush in embarrassment. "Am I..."

"Yes. You have the blood of the wolf in you." She smiled. "You'll need to build up your strength before you can call on it again, though. Just be careful where you do it. Some cowards in this land can't stand the sight of glory before them."

"I was one of them not long ago, remember Aela?" I frown. "Well then, I guess we ought to go help Skjor before he gets hurt."

When we approach Gallows rock we notice a couple of Silverhand guarding the entrance. We both take out our bows and dispose of them with ease. AS we enter, Aela looks to the iron gate ahead and rolls her eyes.

"Look at this. Cowards must have locked the place down after Skjor charged in. You can taste the fear."

"What is this place?" I ask as I pull the chain that releases the gate and we slowly trudge on.

"Old fort. Abandoned for years. They're like jackals, making their home anywhere they can find."

In the next room, we find a small chamber and dead werewolf nailed to the wall.

"There's a dead one, isn't there." Aela comments as she approaches. "Thought so. Nobody we know, by the smell. Some can't separate the animal from themselves. Go feral. This poor sod could have been anyone. We should keep moving."

In the next area there are several cells with more dead werewolves and a couple of Silverhand. This time I move in with my swords while Aela spots me with her arrows.I look around the cells and frown at all the tortured bodies.

"Nothing we can do for these ones now," Aela sighs. "Don't even want to think about what those cretins did to them before they died."

"What about this one here?" I ask referring to the live wolf I found.