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True daughter of Skyrim	By : EiraWolfsoul Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 6362 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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[A/N] I bring you, chapter 3! There will be some action here. I have tried to bring out the main events without excessive repetition of quests and things we already know. Hopefully I've managed to do so ;) From here on out you'll find some changes in the Skyrim timeline. Events will still come to pass but I've messed with the timeline to allow for better story progression.

True daughter of Skyrim
Chapter 3. Barrows are not for the faint of heart
What in all of Tamriel possessed her to get the claw back for Lucan, she would never know, but here she was fighting draugrs in a crypt and avoiding nasty traps. Ralof had been kind enough to accompany her when she asked, so at least she wasn't alone. He was definitely a competent fighter, 'good looking too', she thought, a small smile showing on her face.
The presence of traps was thankfully discovered when they witnessed an unfortunate bandit pull a handle to open a gate only to be shot down by a multitude of arrows. Upon entering the room themselves, Eira and Ralof looked around. "Look here!" Ralof called out, indicating three small stones with engravings on them, "I think it's some kind of puzzle". Eira looked each stone over finding the same three carvings on each of them. "Wait, this serpent… it's the same as the one up there above the gate", she murmured. "What do the other signs up there say?" she asked Ralof as she moved to the second stone.
"Well… the last one is a whale, but the second has fallen off. Wait, this must be the second sign… a serpent!" Eira turned the stones accordingly and they moved towards the handle. "Okay stand back, I'll pull the handle and hopefully get out of the line of fire in time in case it doesn't work". Ralof nodded, having grown confident enough in her skills, and moved back before Eira pulled the handle and quickly performed a neat backflip. They both let out their breaths as the gate opened, without the firing of any arrows. Quickly they pressed on.
Getting the claw from the bandits had been easy. They found the bandit leader caught in the web of a giant Frostbite spider. The man had claimed that if they cut him loose he would show them how to work the claw and share the loot with them, but upon finding his freedom immediately went back on his word. A bad move for him as Eira and Ralof swiftly cut him down. Upon searching the bandit's body for the claw, Eira also discovered a journal and decided to take it in case it contained useful information regarding the crypt. "Do you mind going further in?" she asked Ralof. "Wasn't the claw the reason we came in here?"
"Well essentially yes, but there's something about this crypt. Don't you feel it? There's some strange vibe coming from within". Ralof looked at her strangely for the moment, "I don't feel anything, but if you want to go on I'm with you". "Strange that you don't feel it. I can't really explain what it is, but it doesn't necessarily feel evil", Eira explained as they continued their way. "Thank you for coming with me Ralof", she said softly, truly glad for his company.
The first draugr they encountered very nearly had her squealing like a little girl. She and Ralof made their way through the crypt when she heard a growl like sound behind her. Turning around, Eira was faced with one of the half decayed bodies, shield and sword drawn and rushing towards her! Instinct, born from her time with the Fighters Guild had her drawing her own weapon to block the draugr's strike. The clang of metal hitting metal indicated that Ralof too had found an opponent. Thankfully the draugr weren't too hard to defeat, but they did proceed much more carefully afterwards.
Finally they reached a large wooden door with intricate symbols carved in three large rings. "Looks like another puzzle", Ralof said. Eira nodded, examining the door. "I think we need the claw for this, look it seems to fit here", she said placing the claw in the small holes in the centre of the door. Nothing happened. "Hmm probably something needs to be done with those symbols. Let's see if the bandit's journal mentions anything". Eira and Ralof sat down, leaning back against the door while she pulled the journal out of her backpack and started reading. "Here, this must be it! It says that when you have the golden claw, the solution is in the palm of your hands".
"That doesn't make any sense", Ralof said, looking at the claw Eira had placed on the ground in front of them. Eira picked up the claw, looking it over, "when you have the golden claw, the solution is in the palm of your hands", she repeated. "I suppose that means you need this claw to open the door, but that doesn't solve the puzzle though". "Wait… the solution… what if it means that it's on the claw?" She wondered aloud, turning the claw every which way, until finally she looked at the underside, "YES!". She jumped and turned to look at the door, before frantically twisting the large rings to match the symbols she had found on the claw. Upon entering the claw this time, the doors opened and they pressed on once more.
"By Ysmir, that's impressive", Ralof breathed behind her as they entered the crypt's inner sanctum. 'You can say that again, I never expected to find anything like this!' In the back of the large cavern was an enormous sculptured wall. 'This is where the vibe is coming from', Eira thought as her hands tightened around her weapons, two steel war axes, the one from Helgen that had belonged to Gunjar and the other she had looted from a bandit on the way up to this barrow.
She slowly made her way towards the wall as it seemed to be drawing her in, a steadily increasing sound called out to her in a foreign language she had not heard before, accompanied by a strange vibration that seemed to shake her entire body. As she stepped closer to the wall she saw it, the lowest, curved part of the wall was filled with strange glyphs 'an ancient language?' One of the supposed words lit up, drawing her in and suddenly she understood what it said "force" she whispered and the glow faded. 'What is this language? How can I possibly know it, I don't remember seeing anything like it before'.
The sound of a crypt opening behind her had her spinning on her heels. 'Great, another draugr'. She and Ralof attacked together with swift blows. This draugr turned out to be much stronger than the others had been. Suddenly it lowered its weapons and called out "FUS" and they were both forced back by an invisible force. 'That's the word from the wall!' Eira thought as she scrambled to her feet, just in time to avoid a deadly blow. Ralof's axe to its back, combined with one of her own axes imbedded in the draugr's side finally ended their battle.
As the draugr lay death once more, Eira noticed something lying underneath it. Carefully she slid the object out from underneath the draugr and examined it. "What's that?" Ralof asked as he looked over her shoulder. "Not sure, a tablet of sorts. There are strange carvings and what look like stars on it". She tucked it in her backpack, 'this might be something of great value, if not, it makes for a great souvenir! Maybe I can find a historian to tell me more about it'. "Let's keep going, hopefully there's an exit nearby". Ralof nodded, glad to get away from this place. They followed the stairs up to a small path. It seemed to be a dead end, but Eira noticed a strange handlebar. Upon turning it, a secret wall was lowered, revealing another path. They followed it into a small cavern. There was no way down though. "Looks like we'll have to jump from here" Eira said.
"Wait, let me go first", Ralof, ever the gentleman offered. Eira nodded and watched him carefully jump down. Once he made it safely down he turned around and held his arms out to her. "Come on, I'll catch you". Eira smiled at his sweet gesture and jumped, straight into his arms. Ralof caught her easily and pulled her close, inhaling her scent. "What are you doing?" Eira asked, surprised by his actions. "Even after spending hours in a burial crypt and fighting bandits and draugr, I can still smell something uniquely you, it smells good", he rumbled as he buried his nose in her hair.
Eira pulled back and looked at him. He smiled looking into her eyes. She felt like she was drowning in his clear blues and before she realized what was happening, his lips were on hers in a gentle kiss. She gasped as he pulled her closer and he used that opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. Her mind shut off then and she kissed him back, their tongues battling for dominance. Ralof's hands seemed to be everywhere, tucking her into him, their bodies moulding nicely together and Eira buried her own hands in his blond locks. Only when they were both running out of breath did they pull apart. "Uhm… we should probably head back now" Eira said, nervously. 'Sex in a draugr filled dungeon probably isn't wise, even if we re-killed them, who knows if or when they wake up again'.

They reached Riverwood late at night, so Eira decided to take the claw back in the morning. She followed Ralof to his sister's house where they enjoyed a quiet late night meal together. Gerdur, Hod and Frodnar were already asleep. After their meal, Eira washed up, wished Ralof goodnight and went to bed. Despite her exhaustion, sleep did not come easy to her that night. Thoughts of Ralof and her attraction to him plagued her mind.
She woke late the next morning and Gerdur and Hod were already working. Ralof was still asleep on his bedroll, so she snuck by him quietly, picked up some bread, her backpack, filled to the brim with her share of the loot from the crypt and the bundle of ancient Nord weapons she had collected in the crypt and tied with a few strips of leather, and made her way towards the Riverwood Trader. Lucan's attention turned to her immediately when she entered his shop. "You're back from Bleak Falls. Did you find anything?" Eira smiled at him "Yup, I found your claw", pulling the claw from her backpack she handed it to him. "You found it?" Lucan asked, taking it with a little laugh. "There it is. Strange… it seems smaller then I remember. Funny thing, huh? I'm going to put this back where it belongs", he said, placing the claw back on the counter. "I'll never forget this. You've done a great thing for me and my sister" he added as he gave her the coin he promised.
"It was no problem. Maybe I can interest you in some of the things I found?" she asked him. "Sure, let's see what you got" Lucan said as he watched her pull a variety of objects from her pack. He paid good coin for the vases, gems and various knickknacks she showed him. Pocketing the Septims she just earned Eira bid Lucan and Camilla a good day and left the shop. She stopped at the blacksmith, Alvor, to sell him the various weapons, shields and pieces of armour she'd looted and had him fit her with new leather armour, before heading to the mill.
She ran into the Bosmer on the way there, who was grumbling about Sven. "What's your problem with Sven?" she asked. "He's a bard, so he says. Occasionally he finds time to do his job here at the mill. Thinks his ballets and sonnets are going to convince Camilla Valerius to marry him. As if she would say yes. An intelligent, beautiful woman like her wouldn't fall for that nonsense… I hope" he grumbled. "You don't sound very sure of that", Eira answered. Faendal looked around before confiding in her "I've been thinking, maybe Camilla needs a little help seeing Sven for what he is". He handed her a letter "could you… could you give her this letter and say it's from Sven? I think I've matched that Nord's lack of cleverness perfectly". He seemed awfully sure of himself. Taking the letter Eira nodded and watched him leave.
Curiously she unfolded to letter to read it.
My Dearest Camilla,
I yearn to have you as my own,
Washing my linens,
And my fine blond hair,
To cook my dinner from my stove,
And tend to my house while I wander.
Yours truly,
Sven
Eira almost burst out laughing. She had to admit, Faendal had done a nice job on the fake letter, but it didn't feel right to give Camilla this fake letter, pretending it was from Sven. The girl should be able to make up her own mind about the two men, without them playing these tricks on her. Mind made up, Eira made her way back to the Riverwood Trader.
She entered the store, greeting Lucan and Camilla, who was sitting on a chair by the fire. "Hey Camilla. Listen, Faendal wanted me to give you this letter and say it was from Sven", she said handing the letter to Camilla. She took the letter a bit hesitantly "he what? What are you talking about?" She unfolded the letter and took her time reading it "why that jealous idiot! Thought he could just manipulate me into never seeing Sven again?" She sighed deeply "thank you for telling me the truth. You should speak to Sven, I'm sure he'll want to thank you too, for defending his name". Eira nodded and headed back out again. She decided to talk to Gerdur before finding Sven.

It wasn't long before she had packed her few belongings and strapped her war axes to her belt, before saying her goodbyes to Ralof. "I hope to see you in Windhelm. Be careful out there" he said as he pulled her into his arms. Eira smiled against his chest, revelling in his warmth. "I will Ralof. You take care now, we'll meet again soon". And with one last passionate kiss, Eira slung her newly acquired bow and quiver on her back and was on her way to Whiterun.
It was late afternoon by the time she reached the outskirts of Whiterun. She passed a brewery when she noticed a giant trampling over what she believed to be a farm. Grabbing her bow from her back she rushed towards the giant, nocking an arrow while running. When she believed to be close enough she took a deep breath as she aimed and let her arrow fly. It pierced the giants chest brining him off balance. Eira was already on the move, bow slung onto her back once more and war axes drawn, ready to finish him off. Another warrior beat her to it however and it was only then that she noticed him and his two female companions.
One of the women approached her as she sheathed her weapons. "You handle yourself well. You could make for a decent Shield-sister" the redheaded woman, face covered in dark war paint said. "What's a Shield-sister?" Eira asked confused. "An outsider eh? Never heard of the Companions? We are an order of warriors. We are brothers and sisters in honour. We show up to solve problems if the coin is good enough", she explained. 'Something like the fighters guild then'. Eira terribly missed the camaraderie she had enjoyed while being a member of the Fighters Guild "can I join you?" she asked somewhat impulsively. "Not for me to say. You'll have to talk to Kodlak Whitemane up in Jorrvaskr. The old man's got a good sense for people. He can look in your eyes and tell your worth". She was quiet for a moment, then "if you go to him, good luck", with that the warrior trio took off.
After looting the giant, Eira made her way up the path, past the stables towards the city gate. One of the guards stopped her "the city is closed, what with the dragons about". 'How did he already know? Had that dragon flown over the city? And did he say dragons? As in there being more than one?' Eira shrugged it off to answer the guard "I have news of the dragon attack in Helgen". The guard looked startled for a moment "Oh, the Jarl will want to know. You may enter the city, but we'll be watching you!" he warned her. Eira simply shrugged and made her way into the city.

She found a blacksmith near the gate and approached the woman "Can you point me to the Jarl?" "New to Whiterun huh? You'll find Jarl Balgruuf up in Dragon's Reach. Just follow this road to the market and take the stairs to your left up into the courtyard with the big, dead tree. From there continue straight on up the stairs". Eira thanked the kind woman and took off. She noticed the guards looking at her, 'wary of outsiders wearing armour and carrying weapons no doubt' she thought. Finally she made it up the steps and entered the palace. It was a massive structure, very spacious and imposing.
She was half way in when a Dunmer approached her, weapon drawn. "What is the meaning of this interruption? Jarl Balgruuf is not receiving visitors!" she said. "I have news of the dragon attack in Helgen", Eira explained once more. "Hmm… that explains why the guards let you in. The Jarl will want to hear of this personally. Come, follow me", she said as she sheathed her sword and led the way to a man dressed in fine robes, sitting on a throne. The man she assumed to be the Jarl, was arguing with what Eira thought must be his steward. They stopped their argument as she approached and the Dunmer announced her business, "my Lord, this woman has news of Helgen". The Jarl turned his attention fully to her now "So. You were at Helgen? You saw this dragon with your own eyes?"
"I was. The dragon destroyed Helgen. Last I saw, it was heading this way", Eira explained solemnly. "By Ysmir, Irileth was right!" The Jarl's attention now turned to the man next to him "what do you say now, Proventus? Shall we continue to trust in the strength of our walls? Against a dragon?" Irileth cut in before another argument could start "my Lord, we should send troops to Riverwood at once. It's in the most immediate danger, if that dragon is lurking in the mountains…" This time Proventus cut in nervously, "the Jarl of Falkreath will view that as a provocation! He'll assume we're preparing to join Ulfric's side and attack him. We should not…" "I'll not stand idly by while a dragon burns my hold and slaughters my people! Irileth, send a detachment to Riverwood at once". The Dunmer placed a fist over her heart as she complied with a "yes my Jarl".
"If you'll excuse me, I'll return to my duties", the steward was obviously a little put off by the Jarl's dismissal of his council. "That would be best", the Jarl answered as he turned his attention back to her. "Well done. You sought me out, on your own initiative. You've done Whiterun a service, and I won't forget it. Here, take this as a token of my esteem", the Jarl offered her a set of Imperial armour. Eira huffed inwardly 'is he trying to make a statement?' "I would appreciate it if you could stay in Whiterun for the time being. Your first-hand experience with dragons might prove useful in the days to come". Eira shrugged, "anywhere I can stay for the time being?" she asked the Jarl. Balgruuf nodded, "Of course, you can rent a room in the Bannered Mare, tell Hulda I'll have my steward drop off some coin for your stay". "Thank you for your generosity, Jarl Balgruuf". With that Eira turned and left Dragonsreach in search of the inn.
She found it easily enough and headed inside. It was a cosy little place with a fire pit and two benches in the centre, tables along the walls and a bar to the right of the fire pit. Eira approached the bar and took a seat. Moments later a woman approached her, "good day traveller, I'm Hulda, the owner of the Bannered Mare, what can I get you?". Eira smiled at the kind woman "the Jarl has asked me to stay in Whiterun for a while, do you have a room available?" "Of course, how long will you be staying?" "I'm not sure, the Jarl said he'd send his steward over with some coin later". Hulda nodded in understanding "very well, we'll work things out later. I'll show you to your room" Eira nodded her consent and Hulda showed her the room. Dropping her backpack on the bed, Eira went back downstairs and retook her seat, ordering a Nord Mead from Hulda.
"Hello, your new around here aren't you?" a young woman asked, taking a seat next to her. "I guess you could say that". "I'm Ysolda, aspiring to be a merchant one day" the woman introduced herself. "I'm Eira, aspiring to live another day" Eira replied with a chuckle. The two continued talking, Ysolda telling her about merchants and why she wished to be one. It wasn't long before Ysolda's need for a mammoth tusk was brought up. "Well Ysolda, if ever I feel the need to go kill a mammoth, I'll be sure to bring you that tusk". Ysolda chuckled, "if you do I'll be sure to teach you a thing or two about bartering", the aspiring merchant offered in turn. With that they said their goodbyes and Ysolda left the inn, while Eira ordered another drink.
It was early evening when a woman and young girl entered the inn. Almost immediately the bard that had been playing almost non-stop approached her, flinging weak pick-up lines her way and otherwise trying to gain her attention. It was obvious the woman wasn't interested but didn't know how to stop the bard from harassing her. "Hey, bard!" Eira called for the man's attention. "You need to leave the woman alone!" The bard huffed, "this fiery wench is mine, she just doesn't know it yet!" The woman's narrowed eyes told Eira all she needed to know, "no, she's not, leave her be or there'll be trouble!" The bard sighed forlornly this time, "oh very well, you're probably right. I won't bother Carlotta again". He stalked off and began playing another song.
The woman, Carlotta, approached her, "thank you miss, Mikael has been harassing me for so long now, I didn't know what to do anymore. He's not the first to come after me since my husband died, but he has been by far the most persistent". "No problem. I'm Eira by the way. You had a lot of men come after you?" Carlotta shrugged, "half the men in Whiterun have proposed to me, some of them were even single!" Eira chuckled. "They just don't understand that nothing will come between me and my little girl Mila", the woman said indicating one of two little girls chatting by the fire. "Who's the other girl?" Eira wondered. "That's Lucia, an orphan. Occasionally she runs small errands in Whiterun, so Hulda lets her stay here. Skyrim only has one orphanage but it's not the best so nobody really wants to send kids there". Before finally heading to her room, Eira managed to gain Uthgerd's respect in a fist fight.
'I think I'll visit the Companions tomorrow. If I'm going to be staying in Whiterun for a while I'll have to find some way to earn some coin. Besides I'll need somewhere to live, I can't stay in The Bannered Mare forever. Joining the Companions would give me a place to stay, an income and companionship'. Mind made up, Eira decided to read a bit before trying to get some sleep. Opening the cupboard in which she had stored her things, she picked up the book she had found in the keep in Helgen and started reading. 'Many people have heard the term "Dragonborn" – we are of course ruled by the "Dragonborn Emperors" – but the true meaning of the term is not commonly understood. For those of us in the Order of Talos, this is a subject near and dear to our hearts, and in this book I will attempt to illuminate the history and significance of those known as Dragonborn down through the ages'.

[A/N] There we go, Eira does not like draugr! They freak her out (and me too! I was scared shitless upon meeting my first draugr and practically crawled through the entire tomb hoping no to be seen!). You've seen a bit of Eira's clever mind in solving puzzles and her friendly nature in trying to help the people she meets. I'm not sure why she does this yet, but I'm sure with time she'll tell us ;) Please leave a review, I'd love to hear from you!
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