Sunday, August 18, 2013

The Crazed Woman

Dear Kiya,

All I could think of today was how you were doing, until I received a letter from the courier addressed to me. I am relieved to find out that you do not mind my alliance to the Stormcloaks. 

I did not think you'd be one of those women who drink a lot. I myself try not to accept drinking challenges from strangers, as I have participated in quite a few before getting caught in Helgen and all of them did not end well. I wonder how you got close enough to the giant (while drunk, no less) without getting yourself splattered? You must be crazy-drunk back then. I am amused and relieved that you awoke unscathed, but I think you should try not to get into drinking games. Who knows what--or who--would cross your path while you're not in control of yourself. But now that I know you are not so averse to drinking, maybe we can get some ale together more often.

Speaking of crazy, I recently encountered a mad woman in Ansilvund near Windhelm. 

I first entered the cave without any idea what was in it. As I delved deeper into the cave, I felt a strange presence, one that gave me the chills. All of a sudden, a booming female voice (what is it with these women in caves trying to kill me?) announced that I was disturbing her work, and she will do everything in her power to stop me. A horde of draugr came at me. 

Crazy woman raising draugrs and all.

Not a few dead undead later, I finally found the source of the booming voice. It was then I immediately attacked her before she could attack me with her two draugr summons. 

I got quite scared of her, really.

Fortunately, I was able to paralyze her with my only one scroll of mass paralysis and I hacked her to death with my sword. The booming voice was gone, and the draugr army in that crypt was gone too; This was Lu'ah Al-Skaven, a woman who lost her husband during a battle between the Empire and the Stormcloaks not too long ago. I feel pity for her. And anger for trying to kill me. 

At least you'll get to see your husband again, in the next life.

As I was perusing through Lu'ah's things for loot, these two ghosts appear from the bodies of the draugr I unsummoned when I killed Lu'ah. I have read of them: Holgeir and Fjori were very much in love when Holgeir was bitten by a venomous snake. Fjori was able to save him by making an incredible journey to retrieve the elixir for him. She got back, and died immediately after she poured the last drop of the elixir into Holgeir's mouth. Holgeir, overcome by grief, built a tomb for her, and killed himself so he might join her in the afterlife. That is their tale, and Lu'ah has held them prisoners in their rotting bodies in order to defend herself from intruders. Such madness!

Fjori and Holgeir, from the book.

They rewarded me for releasing them from their earthly prison with the Ghostblade, a Legendary sword so light it almost doesn't weigh anything when held. I hope I am worthy of wielding it.

Look to the left, and you'll see something valuable.

There it is, my Lady Kiya. I apologize for taking quite some time to reply to your letter. As you can see, I have gotten into a lot of trouble myself. I hope to hear from you again soon enough.

Best Wishes,
Kousei.

P.S. Don't worry about your smell. When we met in Riverwood, you didn't smell of goat or of any animal. You smell really nice, like Mountain Flowers. That goat-smell might just be a repercussion of your getting drunk. 

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