Catastrophe at Helgen (Monilee's Adventure, Part 8)
Lucan Valerius seemed positively delighted to have his treasured claw back.
"You found it? There it is. Strange... it seems smaller than I remember. Funny thing, huh?"
"That's what she said," Monilee's doppelganger interjected.
Lucan's face darkened at that, "You should be grateful that your master is such a good friend - that's totally uncalled for."
"No, I mean that's literally what she said - what Monilee said when she found it. It looked smaller than you described it."
Monilee shrugged at Lucan, "The important thing is now you have it back. Though I found something else there that maybe you can help me with."
"Ha! Right you are. You and me, we're the only people here who aren't complete fools. What did you find?"
Monilee showed him the ornate lockbox she'd recovered from the word wall.
"Hmm, strange... I've seen something like this before. I wonder how it ended up in the Barrow, though."
"What is it?"
"Well, I'm not sure exactly. There's a merchant in Dawnstar who uses couriers to make deliveries here and there - they put their goods in these boxes to keep them safe. You know..."
He seemed to must on that for a moment before he continued, "One of their couriers came through her just a couple days ago. Pretty little thing. Headed south to Helgen. If you catch up with her maybe she can tell you more."
"How do I get to Helgen?"
"Oh, that part's easy, just follow the road south and mind the signs. Well, and mind the bandits. But I'm sure for an experienced adventurer like you that'll be no problem."
Monilee considered staying and catching up more, but she didn't want to lose this chance. She felt that there was some sort of connection between this lockbox and her dreams. Before returning to Lucan, she'd already taken the time to stop in at Alvor's forge and have her gear repaired, so she was ready to leave on a moment's notice.
As Lucan had warned, the path to Helgen was anything but free of bandits. However, it was free of living bandits. A squad of Thalmor agents, headed north towards Whiterun, had systematically butchered anyone he tried to stand in their way. Thus, Monilee was able to proceed south at a brisk pace, free from interruption... until she came across the Guardian Stones.
The ancient monuments reminded her somewhat of the rotating stele from Bleak Falls Barrow, and she paused for a moment to examine them for hidden catches or moving parts. As her fingers traced across the grooves of the Warrior Stone, a sudden electric tingle ran through her body and she swooned. Before she could fully recover, she found herself on her hands and knees as a long, knobbed stone protrusion began to enter her from behind. As the stone penetrated her, intense pulses of energy started to run through her body and an eerie blue light rose to the heavens form the top of the stone. A moment - that seemed like an eternity later - Monilee fell exhausted to the ground, but also felt changed. Stronger, faster, thirstier for battle, blood, and victory.
Soon enough, Helgen started to come into view... but something wasn't quite right. It was too quiet... not just in the direction of the gates but from all the animals too. And on the air... the smell wasn't pine and lavender now. It was the smell of smoke, fire, and burnt flesh. Monilee picked up her pace, but also glanced left and right looking for cover in case she was running into trouble. There almost was trouble, too. A bandit, wild eyed, leapt out before her with blade drawn. Monilee's own sword leapt to her hand swiftly and all the man's courage evaporated. He stopped and threw up his hands.
Before Monilee could decide he fate, though, a mighty roar tore through the sky as a dark shape emerged from Helgen and flew away to the north. Surely it couldn't be... a dragon? Those were things of myth and long forgotten history. But deep in her soul, Monilee knew she was right. It was a dragon.
Monilee let the bandit go. Shrieking in terror, he fled into the woods without so much as a glance back. She, however, pressed on. The town had been reduced to ruins in the dragon's wake. She searched the seared and collapsed buildings for any sign of survivors, but it was fruitless. There was little to do here now but warn the people of Riverwood that they too might be in danger.
Testing Notes
Shorter session this time, but a productive one. Main quest now back on track.
Successfully triggered standing stone love
- Observed the same render delays seen in Toy Story
- Observed the same final stage timing issue seen in Toy Story (actor briefly snaps back to start of phase 4 before the end of the scene)
- Disregarding the minor positioning discrepancy; this is a known issue with FK Racial Skeletons. It can be mitigated by editing the Standing Stone's hidden actor to use the basic XPMSE skeleton instead.
Edited by gregaaz
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