Cryptocartographer

I decided to fall back into Skyrim today. It’s been a while and between marathoning Game of Thrones, re-reading Lord of the Rings, and prepping for a Pathfinder campaign, I’ve been feeling really fantasy-happy. I was bored and the kids were behaving themselves and so I just went ahead and started playing again. It took a minute to reacquaint myself with the controls, but once I did it weren’t no thing. I decided to throw my allegiance in with the Stormcloaks, because they are rebels like me and dislike the ruling class. My first mission was to retrieve a crown with some other Stormcloaks, and so I grabbed up some gear and told Lydia “Hey girl, come with me.” We reached the catacomb and battled a Draugr Deathlord and his minions to get the crown back. It was a heavy fight and I was out of practice. I didn’t bother to notice that Lydia was taking heavy damage, so I didn’t heal or, nor did I notice that she fucking died until after the fight was over.

Farewell, Lydia, sworn carrier of my burdens, housecarl of the Thane of Whiterun. Your battles were well fought and you died in glory. The halls of the taverns of Skyrim shall echo with the bard’s tales of your bravery for all of time and I will take never again a female Nord as my battle companion. Too heavy is my heart.

Also, I needed that enchanted gear back, so I’m sorry I left your naked corpse in the bottom of that dungeon to rot, but what’s an adventurer to do? Also, I hired a new guy at a tavern and he’s kind of better than you at everything. Plus, less sass when I hand him a pile of dragon bones.