As soon as Farengar started to describe the stone tablet, Monilee was pretty sure she knew where it was at. In the cavern with the Word Wall, Monilee had seen a sealed sarcophagus next to the large treasure chest she'd looted. Indeed, she'd been sorely tempted to try and pry it open - a move that, in retrospect, would have saved her a lot of time. But after her encounter with the choking collar, she'd been wary of tempting fate too much when it came to sealed containers. The treasure chest had been a calculated risk, and she couldn't blame herself for not casting the dice a second time.

 

Monilee and her doppelganger spent the night in Whiterun at a cozy inn, the Bannered Mare. Rested and refreshed, they retracted their earlier steps and reached the ruins of Bleak Falls Barrow before noon. While the ruins' panoply of traps still forced her to proceed cautiously, Monilee's return to the Barrow was far less an epic fight than her first time through. She'd been half afraid that in her absence the Draugr would revive and be ready to defend their home again - but if these creatures were immortal, they clearly still required some time to revivify. There were some scavengers that spiders she had to chase away, but largely the way to the central cavern was clear.

 

Things were different in the central cavern. Ghostly figures flickered in the distance and lightning cast about. At first, Monilee was sure that the Draugr had rised again, more powerful than before, but as she approached it was clear that this was a battle amongst mortals. It seemed that a gang of bandits had broken into the cavern at about the same time as a group of necromancers. No doubt both in search of the Barrow's treasures - and maybe even the table that Monilee herself sought to retrieve. Crouching low behind boulder, Monilee waited patiently for the battle to subside. Better to fight the survivors instead of risking both groups turning against her. 

 

The plan almost worked, before one of the bandits dodged behind the same boulder as Monilee and nearly stumbled over her. The short, desperate struggle that followed - and ended with the bandit lying skewered on Monilee's sword - caught the attention of the others, who put aside their quarrels for a moment to band against the outsider. One by one, however, they fell - Monilee's new iron armor doing her proud and warding off what should have been several killing blows. Finally, she struck down the last bandit and almost immediately after cast the final necromancer from a tall cliff, to his fate. 

 

 

Reaching the high dais, Monilee momentarily despaired - the lid had already been pried off and whatever lay within long removed. But then she noticed a previously unseen detail. Not far from the sarcophagus, a Draugr corpse lay. Larger and more elaborately armored than those she'd seen before. Was this creature interred in the sarcophagus? Had the necromancers sought to return him from the grave? Monilee searched the risen-and-fallen Draugr, noting his finely made weapon, crackling with magical power. Perhaps more importantly, she found a stone tablet that must have been that described by Farengar. Monilee had arrived just in the nick of time, and through strength of arms and sheer bravado, she'd won the day.

 

 

The sun had set by the time Monilee reached Whiterun, and she decided to enjoy some much needed rest before her return to the Jarl's palace. Slipping back to the Bannered Mare, she paused awkwardly in the door. There was Jarl Balgruuf, chatting with some of the patrons. Would he be angered that she was not coming straight to his hall? She didn't have much time to contemplate this before figures clad in black seemed to appear from the shadows and fall upon the Jarl, steel flashing in the hearthlight. In an instant, the tavern transformed from relaxed chatter to churning melee as the patrons - and Monilee - rushed to ward off the assassins. 

 

One of them turned to her, seemingly recognizing her and advanced. Monilee kneed the Argonian hard between the legs before driving her sword into the assassin's throat. The lizard-woman crashed to the ground, lifeless, and Monilee shoved the body out of the way as she continued to rush towards Balgruuf. A few moments later, it was over. Three assassins lay dead on the ground, and Balgruuf carefully considered Monilee. If he'd been inclined to chastise her for her tiredness before, that was all gone - now he had nothing but praise. Irileth stormed in a moment later, flanked by guards, and scolded the Jarl for mingling with the commoners unprotected. They withdrew, quietly arguing the point back and forth, but not before the Jarl told Monilee to visit him first thing in the morning to discuss her expedition - and the reward for saving his life. 

 

 

After a light breakfast in the tavern, Monilee made her way back to the Jarl's palace. Whiterun by morning was bustling as folk of all stations made use of the markets and plied their trades. A little shockingly, Monilee also heard the booming voice of a preacher - a preacher for Talos, the forbidden divine. Evidently the Thalmor's grip was still loose on this far flung part of the province. Balgruuf was nowhere to be seen in the hall, perhaps sequestered with advisors in his chambers, but Farengar was easy enough to find. And not just Farengar. A cowled woman spoke with him, insistent that her employers were eager for answers. Answers about the dragon.

 

Thus, Farengar reacted with a measure of delight when Monilee entered just in time. While he lavished praise on her, he carefully deflected her questions. Just as this started to frustrate Monilee, however Irileth interrupted. The dragon had returned! She whisked Farengar and Monilee both to a map room behind the main hall, where the Jarl awaited. There was little time for discussion. Irileth would lead the town guard against the dragon, and the Jarl asked - commanded in all but name - Monilee to accompany them. He witheld Farengar, against his protests, explaining that his magic would be needed to protect the city if the town guard failed. 

 

 

Irileth and Monilee jogged briskly to the town square, calling out the guard. The Dunmer housecarl made a brief but rousing speech, setting the guardsmen marching, then turned to Monilee.

 

"I noticed your quiver is a little light. Take these," she said, offering a bundle of exquisite looking arrows - elven make, it seemed. On checking, Monilee realized that, in fact, there was only one arrow left in her quiver. Not at all proper for fighting a flying monster.

 

Gratefully she accepted them. "Thank you," she said, "I would have been in trouble otherwise." 

 

Irileth grinned wryly, "We're about to fight a dragon. You're still in trouble. Now let's not leave the men to their fate alone!"

 

 

The dragon was a clever beast. It waited until the guard had entered the ruins of the western watchtower, turning their focus to search for survivors with the dragon seeming departed. It was thanks to the sole survivor that the ambush failed, for the main charged from his hiding space just in time to warn the others that the dragon would be back. Dashing to the top of watchtower, Monilee spotted it approaching and loosed her arrows at it. With concern she realized... this wasn't the same dragon she had seen at Helgen. It wasn't just that a dragon was back in Tamriel after countless centuries. Dragons, plural, were back. 

 

At last, the dragon fell in a hair of arrows, and then under the swords of Monilee and the Whiterun guard. Slightly scorched but still alive, Monilee approached the beast as it let out its last breath. Suddenly, the dragon began to smolder. Monilee wanted to step back, to move to safety, but she was rooted to the ground as the might beast's flesh flaked away and its innards evaporated. Wisps of light leapt from the carcas to Monilee, and she felt her body warm as power flowed into her. Her vision blurred and her heart raced. She barely noticed the words of the guard behind her. 

 

"You... you're dragonborn!"

 

 

 

 

Wracked with ecstacy, Monilee swayed on her feed, staggered, and then threw back her head and shouted to the sky.

 

"FUS!"

 

The Nords in the guard spoke in hushed tones. A Dragonborn. Not seen in Skyrim in a thousand years. The legends are true. Monilee could barely register the words. She knew she needed to report to Jarl Balgruuf, tell him the city was safe. She staggered down the road to Whiterun, oblivious of the increasingly agitated words of both Irileth and guards she was leaving behind.

 

Then, shuddering, the rain rising steamily off her body, Monilee fell to the ground, paralyzed by the most intense orgasm she had ever felt in her life. It was as if she had died and been reborn a thousand times in the blink of an eye. Was this the power of the dragons? Was it too much for Monilee's merely mortal body to withstand? 

 

 

 

 

 

Test Notes

• Absorbed first dragon soul and noted SLaVE startup message in debug scroll
• Successfully launched spontaneous orgasm event
• Met Cassia. She initiated forcegreet but did not deliver her expected quest dialogue. She did not deliver the expected letter. It appears her hood's slot assignments are incorrect, messing up her hair (see below). Now conducting further analysis.