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Sins of the Dovahkiin	By : vivalavioletta Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 5832 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Slava kissed Ralof's lips before leaving. He was still peacefully sleeping in his friend's bed. The sun hadn't risen yet and she wanted to leave before the village woke up. She hated goodbyes. Always did. Slava wasn't planning to meet Ralof after that night, unless fate brought them together again. She was still on the run and wouldn't allow herself to grow too close to anyone for now. It would be safer for both of them if she disappeared from his life. Ralof had already too much trouble to deal with.

When Slava closed the door behind her, she looked up and saw the most amazing sky. The sky was beautiful back in Cyrodiil, but it was nothing compared to Skyrim's. Slava took the liberty of admiring the stars until she reached the little bridge that allowed her to cross the river. After that bridge, she would be in the wild and would have to be more careful, especially because it was still dark. Fortunately, Slava barely saw any signs of life, except a curious fox that disappeared as soon as the Nord laid her gaze on it. The threes also helped her to stay hidden from curious eyes. Slava had bought a cheap armor with Ralof's help in the local smith because walking in Imperial territory while wearing the Stormcloaks' gear wasn't a smart thing to do. She looked like your average traveler, which was great. Discretion was now her biggest weapon.

Her peace was only disrupted when she was reaching the farmlands near Whiterun. There were three Imperial soldiers accompanying a prisoner that was tied and blindfolded. Slava cringed a bit; in the day before, she was that prisoner. Her luck in was unbelievable and she now pitied anyone who would have the same fate as Slava once did.

"This is Imperial business. Move along citizen." Said one of the Imperial officers that had caught her staring. Slava just nodded and didn't even answer him. She speeded up her pace, walking past two bridges and following her path to the city. The sun was beginning to rise, making the sky even more beautiful. Slava found herself distracted again by the landscape and the exquisite lights that the sun was forming before she heard battle noises coming from a farm. She saw a huge man swinging his hammer around, when she became closer, Slava noted that the man was actually a giant and he was fighting at least three more people that were hidden by a wall – two women and a man.

Slava grabbed her axe and hurried there, it's not like those people needed help, but the Giant seemed to be far from dying anytime soon. When Slava was about to slash his arm, one of the women jumped right on front of him and shot an arrow to his head. The giant died instantly, falling on its side.

"Well, that's taken care of. No thanks to you." The woman with the bow said to Slava. She was very tall, thin, but muscular and she hair her red long hair falling over her war-painted face.

Slava laughed before putting her axe back to its place and starting to walk off. She had little patience for those kinds of comments. The giant was dead and she had no business with them.

"You may walk off and pretend like nothing happened, but a true warrior would have relished the opportunity to take on a giant. That's why I'm here with my shield-brothers." The woman added, those people started walking behind her. Slava wondered if they were either following her or just heading back to the city. She was becoming a little paranoid.

"I am very happy for you three, really, I am." Slava said in a defensive tone. "But I stopped being interested in whatever you have to say after that arrogant little comment." She replied, not bothering to turn her face to the group again. Slava wouldn't normally be so inflexible, but after dealing with Thalmor agents, angry mages and ignorant Imperials, she was getting a bit sick of unpleasant people and started to avoid them in order to preserve her own sanity.

"Oh, I hurt the princess' feelings!" She heard the woman laugh behind her and someone else telling something to her in a lower and deeper tone. Slava ignored the group for good and only spoke again to the guard near the gate.

"Halt! City's closed with dragons about. Official business only." The guard said in a stern tone. Slava felt tempted to ask him if she looked like a dragon, but that would be pushing her luck.

"Riverwood calls for the Jarl's aid and I have news about the attack in Helgen." Slava answered, hearing footsteps behind her. The group that killed the giant had just arrived. Maybe their base was in Whiterun.

"Riverwood is in danger as well? You should come in, then." The guard replied while opening the gate. "Hello companions." He greeted the group behind her. Slava made her way through the main road, quickly setting her eyes on the highest building in the city. That should be the Jarl's palace and that was where she was heading.

"Hey stranger." The woman said again, Slava sighed. There were people that could really put her patience to the test.

"Stranger! Hey!" She felt her rushing towards her and then blocking her way. "What's your name?" The woman asked.

"I think I've made myself clear. I don't wish to speak to you. Can't you take a hint?" Slava snapped.

"By the gods, calm yourself woman! I just want to know your name." The woman explained.

"Why is my name important?" Slava asked and kept walking. "I am busy now, maybe later."

"You mentioned the dragon attack in Helgen…"

"That's between the Jarl and me." Slava interrupted.

"Don't you give people second chances?" The man asked, it was the first time Slava had noticed him. He had dark long hair, very light eyes and he was quite muscular – more than Ralof. Slava was used to see big men in the Fighter's Guild, but now as big as him.

"It's not about second chances." Slava explained before walking away from them, truthfully, it was not that she didn't have enough time to talk to them. Slava was just not in the mood of speaking to those people at the moment.

The Nord soon made her way up to the palace. She admired its architecture on her way up, it looked ancient but it was very well-preserved. There were two small pounds in the beginning of the stairs and then a long, wooden arch near the entrance. Slava only saw a big flaw – if a dragon attacked Whiterun, it would be easy to burn down the palace for its structure seemed to be mainly made of wood.

Once inside, Slava found herself in the main hall. There were two long dining tables with a huge fire between them and after that eating area, there was the throne. The Nord started heading where the Jarl was sitting, but she was soon stopped by a Dark Elf with her weapon drawn. "What's the meaning of this interruption? Jarl Balgruuf is not receiving visitors." She inquired.

"Gerdur sent me. Riverwood is in danger." Slava replied.

"As housecarl, my job is to deal with all dangers that threaten the Jarl or his people. So you have my attention. Now explain yourself." Her voice was stern, but not threatening. Slava found it weird that a Dunmer was the Jarl's housecarl, but she thought of it as a good sign – it probably meant that the Jarl wasn't racist.

"A dragon has destroyed Helgen yesterday. The people from Riverwood fear for their safety." The Nord explained, hoping that it would be enough for the Dunmer to let her speak with the Jarl. She would hate to fail Gerdur after all she had done for her.

"You know about Helgen?" The Dunmer's stern tone had suddenly changed. Now she sounded quite surprised. "The Jarl will want to speak to you personally. Approach." She commanded, and Slava did as she was told.

The Jarl was another large Nord, not as large as the stranger she met a few minutes ago, though. He had blonde long hair and a beard which made his face seem longer than it really was, the Jarl was richly dressed and sat lazily on his chair. If it wasn't by his serious tone, Slava wouldn't think much of him. "So. You were at Helgen? You saw this dragon with your own eyes?" He asked.

Slava nodded. "The dragon destroyed Helgen. And last I saw him heading this way." She explained.

"By Ysmir, Irileth was right!" The Jarl lamented. "What do you say, Proventus?" He asked to a man that Slava assumed to be his steward or anything alike. "Shall we continue to trust the strength of our walls? Against a dragon?"

"My lord, we should send troops to Riverwood at once." The Dunmer interrupted. "It's in the most immediate danger, if that dragon is lurking in the mountains…"

"The Jarl of Falkreath will view that as a provocation! He'll assume we're preparing to join Ulfric's side and attack him." The Steward protested, Slava suddenly felt that there was some tension between the Housecarl and the Steward that came before that discussion.

"Enough!" The Jarl interrupted. "I'll not stand idly by while a dragon burns my hold and slaughters my people!" He paused before looking at the Dunmer. "Irileth, send a detachment to Riverwood at once."

"Yes, my Jarl." She nodded and walked off.

"If you'll excuse me, I'll return to my duties." The Steward said, also leaving.

"That would be best." Jarl Balgruuf said. "Now you, stranger, what's your name?" He asked.

"Slava."

"Well done, Slava. You sought me out, on your own initiative. You've done Whiterun a service, and I won't forget it" He paused and waved to his servants, one of them appeared with an armor and delivered it to Slava's hands. "Here, take this as a small token of my esteem."

"Thank you, Jarl Balgruuf." Slava nodded. The armor was heavy and it was made of steel, which was definitely better than the one that she was wearing. It wasn't very handy to carry it around though, so she hoped her meet with the Jarl would be over soon.

"There is another thing you could do for me. Suitable for someone of your particular talents, perhaps."

Ah, more assumptions. If Slava was as simply to read as they thought…

"Come. Let's go find Farengar, my court wizard. He's been looking into a matter related to these dragons and… rumors of dragons." The Jarl stood up and started walking to one of the side-rooms. Slava was now working for wizards, great, maybe she could earn some money with this and survive for now. She followed the Jarl and entered a room that had a huge desk in middle of it, filled with soul gems, scribbled papers and potions. "Farengar, I think I've found someone who can help you with your dragon project." The Jarl said. "Go ahead and fill her in with all the details." And then he left, leaving Slava alone with the mage.

"So the Jarl thinks you can be of use to me? Hmm, yes, I could use someone like you to fetch something for me."

"I'm listening."

"Well, when I say fetch, I really mean delve into a dangerous ruin in search of an ancient stone tablet that may or may not be actually there." The mage confessed.

She wrinkled her nose. "Oh, I appreciate your honesty, but I do hope you won't make me waste my time. Just tell me what I need to do."

"I, ah, learned of a certain stone tablet said to be housed in Bleak Falls Barrow – a "Dragonstone said to contain the map of dragon burial sites." Farengar explained. "Go there, find this tablet – no doubt interred in the main chamber – and bring it to me. Simplicity itself."

Slava recognized those ruins – Ralof had mentioned them the day before and he didn't say nice things about the place, but that didn't worry Slava too much. She was used to hostile places. "Right, I'll go there." Slava said with a nod. "It's located in that ruin up in the mountains south of here, right?"

"Yes. That one." The wizard confirmed. "I'm glad the Jarl was able to find me an able assistant. There's much work to be done. If you succeed at this, you will certainly be rewarded. The Jarl always recognizes those who help his people." He noted.

"Sounds good, I'm just going to put this armor on and I will be off my way. By the way, do you happen to have anything that will help to cure burn injuries?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. Here, take this potion for free." He offered. "You can use the library room over there and leave your old armor here. I can keep it until you return."

"Thank you very much." She said with a nod and walked to the library to change to her new steel armor. Slava was going to explore her first ruin in Skyrim and she was feeling rather excited about it. Old habits die hard.
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