The Dark Path: Story of a Dunmer – Part 3

• Posted by ricardo maia March 6, 2012 - 782 views

       Azura knows why, that Halgar man believed we were some sort of pals! and though I did felt some pressing to clarify him on this point: maybe some polite well chosen  words, or even a dagger in his back would do the trick, I knew I still needed his help to get out of that dungeon, so I had to let him keep his belief. And in the end I was rewarded, because he introduced me to his uncle, a blacksmith in Riverwood, and they gave me the help I was so much in need. Remember, mother, just like you said “a dunmer´s gotta do what a dunmer´s gotta do!” Sometimes I get amazed at your wisdom.

       I came to this conclusion then. If I was going to fight the Devil, I´d better have contacts, and resources,  and allies, because he surely had plenty of those. So, when a bosmer hunter contacted me in Riverwood, asking me to help him to court a nord woman, I didn´t lecture him on the abomination of mixing mer blood with the polluted blood of men. Instead, I decided to help him, because he could repay me by teaching his skill with the bow. Forgive me for this, mother, but he was just a bosmer anyway, how lower can he fall yet? And when a Riverwood’s tradesman offered some gold to retrieve a trinket from some bandits, I promptly accepted the job because you know very well gold is power.

       So I went off to Bleak Falls Barrow, and I even got to convince the bosmer to come with me. Those small bosmer with their ridiculous voices can be very good archers though, and I learned some nasty tricks from him. The bandits were a sorry bunch, and burned well enough, but the inner halls were crowded with nord undeads. Why does this people have to drag their disgusting bodies even in the afterlife is mystery to me. Why they can´t just become beautiful ghosts, like our ancestors? Even the bless of oblivion cannot make this cursed people look better. Anyway, I also learned dead nords can be uglier and smell even worse than live ones, but oh, they burned beautifully too. It´s always a pleasure to see a nord burning, whether he is dead or alive, they all scream the same.

       On the return of his trinket, Lucan Valerius paid me only a small amount of gold. I asked him for some more, to make up for the extra trouble with the undeads, but the scrapper was too hard to bargain. So I came back at night and took the trinket back. Someone has to teach those scrubby nords some magnanimity.