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Sins of the Dovahkiin	By : vivalavioletta Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 5834 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Yeaah, so things are starting to get hot. I am going to slow down the main quest after this chapter and throw some random encounters that will change the course of the story :D

Reviews are love! I would really love to read some of your opinions, what you like, what you don't like, I am open to suggestions as well ^^

Enjoy!

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The Draugr swung its sword, aiming towards her head. Slava ducked in time, she had already been bitten by a Skeever and had her shoulder badly injured thanks to one of those undead. The ruin was much bigger than she first thought, yet Slava was still alive and wasn't going to give up easily even though her left shoulder had seen better days. The woman crashed the Draugr's skull as hard as she could before making her way to a strange door. Those undead weren't as horrendous as the undead in Cyrodiil, but they were stronger and smelled worse as well.

Slava was now more worried about the puzzle in front of her. She had managed to kill a bandit in the Barrow that was in the possession of a golden claw which apparently opened that secret chamber. She first inserted it without messing with the puzzle, but the door didn't open. Slava played with the figures and started to make all the possible combinations. Owl, bear, dragonfly. Dragonfly, bear, owl. Bear, owl, dragonfly. Bear, dragonfly, owl.

Bingo.

The last chamber was larger than any of the other rooms in the ruin and surprisingly empty. It did not take long for Slava to notice that she was now in a tomb that belonged to someone quite important. She immediately saw the place where the body was buried once she walked deeper into the gloomy tomb, behind it there was a wall with weird writings on it that took her attention. Slava touched the letters curiously with the tip of her fingers before one specific word started to distinguish itself from the others. The strange blue glow that was forming in the hierologic didn't seem threatening; maybe that word would unlock the way to the Dragonstone, or maybe not. Suddenly, something in it was being absorbed by her, but Slava couldn't really tell what. It never happened anything like that to her before.

The word lost its glow out of nowhere and everything went back to normal. Slava stood in front of the wall like an idiot, wondering if she was starting to imagine things. She touched the cravings again, but nothing happened. The only thing that caught her attention was a horrible groan that emerged behind her. Slava turned around and faced the biggest Draugr that she had ever seen in that ruin, his armor was also different – it was stronger and unlike she had seen in the other Draugrs because it covered most of his body.

"Fus Ro Da!"

The Draugr muttered and somehow a force came out of his mouth and hit her. Slava lost her balance and fell on her knees, scratching them. "By the Divines! You can speak!" She exclaimed, more to herself. Slava wasn't looking forward to exchange words with the undead, of course. She grabbed her axe and forced herself to stand before charging to him.

"Fus…"

Her attack was blocked by the Draugr, but it also stopped him from saying the rest of the sentence. He pushed her back and tried to stab her stomach but Slava jumped in time. "Fus Ro Da!" She lost her balance again and fell on her back. Her armor and her previous wounds made it difficult for her to stand, but Slava was still holding her axe. She waited for the Draugr to think he had won; he walked to her, holding his sword and ready to throw the last hit. When the Draugr was close enough, Slava grabbed her axe and cut his feet off pretty easily since his bones and skin weren't as strong as the living. The rotting body fell on his back, groaning, and Slava was finally able to stand on her knees.

"Fus…" The Draugr started again.

"Shut up!" She snapped before cracking its skull with her axe. It groaned one last time before dying for good. Slava stood up rather slowly and started to look for this Dragonstone. She looked first in the altar, then in the huge coffin that had guarded the undead but everywhere was empty. Slava turned her attention to the piece of rotting meat she had just killed and noticed a light gray thing coming out of his armor in his back. She turned the Draugr around and pushed it. At first it wouldn't come out, but Slava loosened its armor and that made the stone slip out easily. She looked at it and saw the same kind of weird hieroglyphs that were on the wall and the map of Skyrim in the other. It should be this, she thought. Slava stuck it between her armor and cloth and left the room.

It didn't take her long for her to find a way out. However, when Slava left the ruins, she found herself with no direction or whatsoever. The light snowfall hit gently her black hair and pale skin, the cold outside felt good after breathing the heavy air in the ruin for hours, but it didn't let her see where she was heading. Slava made the decision of climbing down the mountain first, then see where she was and where she was going.

Climbing down the mountain was not an easy task – it was slippery thanks to the snow and ice, but it was also unavoidable. She was quite cautious, yet Slava couldn't stop her feet from slipping once in a while. The heavy armor and her axe didn't make the job any easier as well. Fortunately, it didn't take her long to find a path that leaded down the mountain. Slava was hurried by the sudden howls that came with the wind; she would make a huge effort to keep her sword sheathed during her way back. Her shoulder was also giving her hell and her Slava felt that she was losing too much blood now. Slava just hoped to be on the right side of the mountain.

Once at the bottom, her fears became true when Slava noticed that Riverwood was just across the river, concluding that the way out was on the opposite side where she wanted it to be. She tried to move again as fast as she could before she was noticed by the villagers for too long. Once Slava found herself on the same road that she had walked that dawn, she allowed herself to go at a slower pace in order to avoid passing out due to exhaustion. Whatever what that Dragonstone was for, Slava just hoped that it was worth the trouble it was giving her.

She followed the path for the second time that day and walked past the farmlands. The Whiterun city was a welcome sight, Slava couldn't really tell the time thanks to the cloudy sky, but it should be afternoon by now and the dusk should be also coming soon. When the Nord arrived to the main gate, she was exhausted but still had strength to make it up to the palace. "Here, again, huh? Thinking of staying?" The guard asked. "I don't know yet." Slava answered honestly. "I'll be staying here for a while, though." He nodded, but Slava couldn't tell if the guard liked that idea or not thanks to the heavy helmet that he was carrying.

Once inside, Slava attracted more attention than earlier thanks to the blood on her armor. She saw the woman that she almost got in an argument with earlier that day, Slava felt the redheaded's gaze on her, but ignored her once more for it had been a long day and she wanted to be left alone by now. The stairs to the castle were much harder to climb in that moment than before, Slava couldn't help but feel relieved when she found herself inside the palace.

She looked now to the Court's Mage. Farengar should be in his quarters, when Slava approached the room; she noticed that there was someone else in there as well.

"You see? The terminology is clearly First Era or even earlier. I'm convinced this is a copy of a much older text." A male voice said. "Perhaps dating to just after the Dragon War. If so, I could use this to cross-reference the names with other later texts."

"Good. I'm glad you're making progress. My employers are anxious to have some tangible answers." A woman said, Slava noticed that her voice was rather deep and precise, she also had a Breton accent. She found it strange, Bretons usually had soft voice. The Nord stood at the entrance, without really knowing what to do. She even tried to see the stranger's face, but she was wearing a hood.

"Oh, have no fear." The Mage said quite enthusiastically. "The Jarl himself has finally taken an interest, so I'm now able to devote most of my time to this research."

Is this related to the Dragonstone? Slava thought.

"Time is running, Farengar, don't forget. This isn't some theoretical question. Dragons have come back." The woman replied.

"Yes, yes. Don't worry." He reassured. "Although the chance to see a living dragon up close would be tremendously valuable... Now, let me show you something else I found... very intriguing... I think your employers may be interested as well..."

"You have a visitor." She interrupted him and looked at Slava, now allowing her to see a glimpse of the Breton's round face and blonde hair.

"Hmm? Ah, yes, the Jarl's protege! Back from Bleak Falls Barrow? You didn't die, it seems." The Mage smiled.

"You don't say." Slava said to Farengar not too dryly, she took the stone out of the folds of cloth that she was wearing below her armor and gave it to him.

"Seems you are a cut above the usual brutes the Jarl sends my way." He noted.

"This used to be my work back in… well, I'm used to this, that's all." Slava replied.

"Really? Have you heard about the Companions? Maybe they would be good for an outsider like you."

"The Companions?" Slava wrinkled her eyebrow. "Yeah, maybe… I'll ask around. So, what next?" She asked.

"Next? Well, next your job ends and mine begins, sadly, undervalued in Skyrim." The Mage lamented. "My… associate here will be pleased to see your handwork. She discovered its location, by means she has so far declined to share with me."

"You went to Bleak Falls Barrow and got that? Nice work." She noted before turning to the mage. "Just send me a copy when you've deciphered it."

"Certainly." Farengar nodded. "Ah, Jarl Balgruuf!"

Slava turned around and saw the Jarl standing at the door of the Mage's quarters. "You're back? Did you retrieve the Dragonstone?" The Jarl asked and Slava nodded in response. "Good. Is everything going well, Farengar?"

"Yes, my Jarl. The Dragonstone was the last piece with needed." He answered with a small smile.

"Great." The Jarl nodded and then turned his head to her. "Slava, as a token of my esteem, I will instruct Avenicci that you are now permitted to purchase propriety in the city."

"Thank very much you, Jarl Balgruuf." Slava said with a nod.

"And what happened to your shoulder? Farengar, give her some medicine. She's staining the floor with blood."

"Oh, sorry." Slava blushed, she did feel a bit dizzy, but with all that talk she got used to the pain and it stopped bothering so much. "I didn't notice I…"

"Oh, no, I apologize. You did that while trying to get this Dragonstone, after all." Farengar said while walking to a cupboard. "Here, a potion to help you heal that and maybe you would like some bandages as well?" That wasn't really a question because the Mage gave her the bandages anyway; apparently giving Farengar that stone gave him a boost in his mood. "And your old armor is still in library waiting for you; you can come and get it whenever you want."

Slava smiled. "Ah, thank you. You're too kind."

"You should get some rest now." The Mage said. "See you soon."

"Yes, you definitely need it." The Jarl added.

"Will do." Slava nodded. "Thank you again. Goodbye."

She made her way to the market and walked into the local inn, The Bannered Mare. Slava had found money when looting the Barrow, the Bandits that were planning to settle there were a bit wealthier than usual and they have now granted her ways of surviving in the civilized world. Slava soon rented the room for a night and ordered some food and drinks for she was also starving. Since it was her first day in the city and also because she was very tired, Slava chose to not stay up in the entrance hall. It would attract less attention if the newcomer went to bed early, after all.

Slava treated her own shoulder; she cleaned the wound and put the bandages around it before drinking the potion. She later had her meal before collapsing in her rented bed, still feeling rather dizzy for some reason. The Nord just hoped that she would feel better tomorrow before falling in a deep sleep. Barely she knew that things were about to get ugly.
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