Somewhere in Skyrim

 

Aurora: This is the place...

 

 

I have to be careful...

 

 

Bears...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A camp, but no one is here.

 

The food hasn't cooled yet, they may have left recently.

 

I look around... Let's see what's here.

 

A diary. Hlotild's diary. 

 

According to them, they really are.

 

Nordic Ruins... Hlotild, you greedy bastard...

 

If you knew what you stole last time, you wouldn't waste your time in such places...

 

 

I hear voices... They are? Or worse?

 

Not everyone comes home anymore...

 

 

 

An altar of sacrifice... Who is there?

 

Draugrs... Undead worms...

 

 

 

 

He summoned an frost atronach... Do you think you can surprise me with this?

 

 

 

Die cowards!

 

 

 

Hmmm... There's a key here.

 

 

This place is bigger than I thought...

 

Do they never run out?!

 

Arrrgghhh!!!

 

 

There are too many...

 

 

They couldn't beat me!

 

 

 

Damn, I'm fucking exhausted... Me and my stubbornness... I should have been more prepared. I'm out of potions...

 

Leave me alone, you bastard!!!

 

W-What does it want from me? He doesn't raise a weapon at me...

 

Back off!!!

 

I'm too weak...

 

LEAVE ME ALONE! NO!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By the Gods... He...r-raped me...

 

I need to find something right now, I-I...am... DISGUSTING!!!! I'm gonna puke...

 

If I find something in this chest...

 

 

 

 

 

 

NOOO!!!!

 

I'm enchanted, I can hardly resist...

 

Leave me alone you monster!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Telepathic magic... I want to resist but I can't...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Maybe now...

 

 

I see a door there, maybe I can get out of here...

 

I need to escape...

 

 

 

They're after me...

 

I'm hurt but I can't give up...

 

 

 

 

Later

 

I think I left them behind... Well, so that's how Hlotild ended... Fool...

 

Talos, I'm begging you, just let her have it...

 

Yes, this is it!

 

The Keening!

 

It's not comfortable, but it'll do until I get out of here...

 

This is familiar, I came from here. The draugrs gone.

 

Running is a shame, but useful...

 

Finally, I owe a debt of gratitude to Hlotild, without her armor I would freeze...

 

I will never come back here...

 

To be continued...