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Skyrim: Plaything	By : GE_The_Beast Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 21445 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The expedition was a wild success. A few people died from the deep poisons of the Falmer. For all the potions and cure spells that they could cast, some men died in their sleep. Slow acting poisons took their lives, and those men and women were buried on the surface. Four people died for riches and glory. Their friends and peers offered their respects, and then moved on with Aicantar’s caravan towards Markarth. Isran and his mercenaries went a different direction south, towards Riften. Their carts too were filled with riches and wealth, and Elayne was sad to see them go.
The Vigilants were not very helpful, sadly. In the words of their Keeper, Carcette; “If we knew where any of those artifacts were, we would already be taking action upon them.” They did not know of any place to investigate besides Dawnstar. There was a man who had set up a museum to Mehrunes Dagon in the city. Unfortunately, by the time they had arrived it was too late in the evening to meet with him.
Karita gave them a room, the double bed small and covered in a thin blanket. Exhausted from all of the hiking and travel, she and Lydia passed out immediately. Elayne felt comfortable in the morning after. It was warm, in a way that waking up normally was not.
“My thane?” Inches from her face was another set of eyes, with red tinted cheeks. Lydia was very close. Too close. Elayne bit her lip, feeling skin to skin contact from her toes to her neck.
“Why are we naked?!” Elayne squeaked. Not a stitch of clothing was on either of them! Lydia and Elayne separated, starting a mad scramble for smallclothes and gear.
“All of your hair is blue.” Lydia chuckled, breaking the silence once both of them had basic decency.
“Nice navel ring.” Elayne countered, looking at the glittering soul gem hanging from the Nord’s belly. “The book is changing you, too.”
“I don’t want you to be alone in your burdens.” Lydia said, drawing her armor into place. “But it disturbs me deeply.”
“Waking up naked disturbs me more.” Elayne responded, truthfully. She had gone to bed with her smalls and breastband on, but had no idea how her clothes were taken off. “I mean, both of us?”
Lydia seemed less bothered by it. “It’s not the first time I’ve woken up naked with someone.” The Nord laughed. “Well, first time with a woman.”
Her housecarl was so much more worldly than her. Elayne had hardly known a kiss, before she gave Belethor that blowjob. Before she had swallowed it all. She gulped, the memory rising with a pleasant heat. “I’m going to go look at that museum.”
“Wear one of your long dresses, please.” Lydia whispered. “You should hide that moonstone as best you can.”
“Are you not joining me?”
“I need to get my armor repaired, weapons sharpened and restocked on potions. Those Falmer exhausted almost all of our disease and poison relief.” The Nord explained. “You won’t be running off to fight without your weapons and I need to make sure that we are battle ready. Plus, it’s a museum. What could possibly go wrong in a museum?”
Elayne hadn’t worn one of her long dresses in a while, and all of them were sized for Nords of large stature. It didn’t fit right, and her shoulders itched for something that did. She had shoulders that were more graceful, smaller. While it was probably a good idea to cover up as much as she could, Elayne had gotten used to some of the changes in style. Once she had heels on, she felt ready to go. “I think I’ll be quite safe, Lydia. How long do you think it will take at the smithy?”
“Could take all day.” Lydia considered. “The one here in Dawnstar isn’t very big. They don’t have much in stock and spend a lot of their time supplying the Stormcloaks. So I’ll be working on that. Perhaps you want to sell our things to those that will buy them.” Both of their bags were filled with dwemer coinage and loot from Blackreach. Glowing mushrooms, some kind of singing plants and a lot of Falmer supplies stuck out next to the piles of Dwemer weapons and armor.
“I’ll see what I can sell. Dawnstar isn’t too well off, so we might only get a few things sold.” Elayne said quietly, aware that just through the thin door was an inn full of locals. “We might want to try the court mage.”
Lydia nodded. “I’ll try to sell some of this armor. It’s too bad all those Falmer had gear that no one in their right mind would be interested in.”
“Next expedition I promise will be something more rewarding!” Elayne smiled. “We just need something that can hurt Alduin now.” She considered something. “Though I think that we shouldn’t be carrying an Elder Scroll and Captured Dreams. Not together at least.”
“Is that dangerous?” Lydia asked, hefting their bags.
“Both are objects of power. I would say we should hide the Book, but it is more important to us than the scroll.” Elayne corrected herself immediately. “I mean, more immediately useful.”
“I’ll carry the book.” Lydia offered. “You carry the scroll. That way we don’t risk anything.”
Elayne didn’t see anything wrong with that. She left the inn, finding what little trade she could. Even upon the ships in the harbor, she was able to trade for some of the things they had found down in Blackreach. Her pack was lighter, but there would be more to trade as they traveled. She had funded much of the expedition, almost draining all of her gold reserves to nothing to start it. She was back up to five hundred gold, now. But most of the merchants in Dawnstar were not overly eager to part with their gold for what might be in Blackreach. The alchemist had been her best return, eagerly buying all of the mushrooms and plants they had collected in Blackreach.
Lydia was still not available in the afternoon by the time Elayne had finished finding people willing to buy her gear. So, she went walking around the bay, heading towards the city’s museum. It was the same straw as every other house, but had a gigantic red banner hanging in front of it. Her shoes made the wood creak, and the door opened before she could knock on it.
The Imperial man’s olive complexion was lined with worry, as he opened the door. “Hello?”
“I’m here about the Museum.” Elayne insisted.
“You are the Lady Dragonborn.” The man murmured, staring at her mask. “Of course! You’ll be the first to take the tour of my museum!”
“A museum to a daedric cult?” She smiled. “I’d be happy to.”
The man, Silus Vesuius had collected mythic dawn journals, robes, and scrolls. Rings and other old markers were in glass cases, and each had a story as to how he acquired them. Silus had traveled all over Cyrodil looking for clues to his heritage, wanting it to not be forgotten. He even had a piece of the Mysterium Xarxes, or so he claimed. It apparently was bought by a trader near Bruma and eventually passed to Silus through his travels. He was a good storyteller, of that she was certain. But as all things go, the tour came to an end after an hour of her time. Silus seemed exuberant, excited to share the past.
“This museum stands as a magnificent piece of history.” Elayne bowed. “But I have come for a different purpose.”
“You have?” Silus wondered. “Whatever for?”
“You would be the foremost scholar on all things related to Mehrunes Dagon, correct?” She noted. “Perhaps in this province and if you keep collecting, the world may recognize your status.”
“It is probably true, I know more about Mehrunes Dagon than most.” He admitted. “What is it that you wish to know?”
“I need a way to harm Alduin. He is the son of Akatosh, and I need weapons that can harm him. I need to know where Mehrune’s Razor is.”
“Ah.” Silus said, awkwardly. “I happen to know about that artifact.”
“Well?”
“I know what happened to it. Destroyed, and broken into pieces. Though all of the pieces are near enough, I have not been able to collect them.” He admitted. “Nor do I know what to do if the artifact is brought back together.”
“It’s more of a lead than I had before.” Elayne spoke honestly. “I’d like to help you.” She felt more akin to the Daedra than the Aedra most of the time. It felt right, since she was a hero meant to kill a being that was part of Akatosh. Anyone else would lean towards that which can hurt them as a solution. Just depending upon whatever the ancients used to contain Alduin wasn’t enough. She had to plan for everything, and the other Dragonborn took two daedric artifacts and some kind of weapon called Dragonbane with him. Apparently two of the weapons were shattered. “I don’t think you’ll be in trouble for sharing that with me.”
“There are more than a few people who think otherwise, Lady Dragonborn.” Silus said with a sigh. “But, if you believe it is important to you, I’ll share what I know.” He reached into one of the small glass cases, revealing a false bottom. A book was retrieved, and handed to Elayne. “This is the full balance of where the shards of Mehrunes Razor is and should explain why I could not get a hold of them.”
Elayne thumbed through the small notes. “You didn’t try to steal them?”
“Why would I? Everything I have gotten, I gained fairly. I won’t ruin my life over my heritage. Enough of my ancestors already did that.” Silus made the point. “If I sacrifice my honor to try to prove to people that the Mythic Dawn were a bad influence upon Tamriel, I am no better than those I am trying to keep the world from repeating their mistakes.”
“You’re a good man, Silus. Even if you have an obsession with Daedric cults. I’ll be trying to get a hold of these pieces for my battle against Alduin.” She smiled. “After that? Perhaps your museum can host whatever is left.”
“Whatever is left?” He seemed shocked.
“It was broken once. Alduin might break it again.” She shrugged. “I’ll take my leave, Silus. Unless you have inside knowledge of other Daedric artifacts I could use.”
“Sorry.” Silus smiled. “Only my one life’s work.” Elayne gave him a wave, making her way back to the inn. Where she found Lydia, sitting in the small room and writing in her journal.
“My Thane?” She looked up. “You’re smiling!”
“I’ve got a lead.” Elayne grinned. “A Daedric Artifact, but it’s in pieces. One is in Morthal. A second is near Falkreath, in the hands of a bandit.”
“Oh!” Lydia cracked her knuckles. “I do love a good bandit hunt.”
“The last is in the hands of a Hagraven of the Forsworn.” Elayne said, swallowing heavily. “So we will need to stop and see my aunt along the way. I think we can trade with this Drascua for the artifact. But we will need something of value to her.”
“Why not kill the abomination?”
“Lydia!” Elayne hushed. “Not all of the Forsworn are mad or murderers. Many just lost all of their family to Ulfric Stormcloak. They were angry and took action because of that anger. Almost all of them used to live in Markarth or the areas around it. They can be reasoned with, and most don’t want the world to end.” The last sentence was said in an exasperated tone. “I won’t kill Drascua unless I absolutely have to.”
“Fine.” Lydia grumbled. “So we will go and kill some bandits, then?”
“I guess that is one way of putting it.” Elayne responded, sitting on the bed. “I’ve cleaned out all of the merchants in Dawnstar. Even after buying and trading for potions to replace some of what we used.”
“It took all day to get our weapons and armor done.” Lydia responded. “But I sold some of the armor and shields.”
“Let’s get some dinner and hire the carriage for the morning tomorrow. If we pay them a bit more, perhaps we will start early and be on the road less.”
That plan was fine. Everything that evening went well, and Elayne went to sleep dreaming of skies and valleys and little goats running all over the place. But when she woke up, it was to Lydia’s heated face once again. Her nipples were like hot little rocks, rubbing against a much larger Nord body. Both women stared at each other, knowing the other was also perfectly naked. “Lydia?”
“Yes?” She whispered.
“I think we might have a problem.” How else do you refer to what was happening?! Something was taking off their clothes while they slept! “I think we are the ones doing this to ourselves. We must be cursed or something.”
“This is not the way I expected to be a housecarl.” Lydia bemoaned, both women looking again for their clothing and armor in a mad rush.
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