A wood elf in Skyrim PT4 " sure, but I need to bring these supplies up to the Graybeards first," the man sighed. "All the way up, taking the seven thousands steps up to that damned mountain just to bring a bunch of old men their food and drinks." "Maybe I can help you," Ruthalia joined in with a smile, interrupting the conversation she had overheard of the two men. The one talking was of middle-age, but, his face showed that he had been through many hard times and plenty of rough weather. Wrinkles were spreading their way across his face; over his red warpaint and the scars he wore. The sight reassured Ruthalia's suspicious. He must have been a warrio
A wood elf in Skyrim PT3 After a few more narrow hallways, luckily without further attacks, she had made her way through a doorway and found herself in a large room. The room was further evidence of the structure's old age. Destroyed bookshelves and tables were scattered everywhere. Ruthalia found herself wondering about who had lived here once, what purpose the building had before it turned into a tomb. Her interest in history getting the best of her. Was it a place where noble people would meet together? The traps and such all part of it to keep uninvited intruders from entering? Not likely, it was too simple for the higher ranks. Or was it more likely some
A wood elf in Skyrim PT2When she arrived in Ivarstead the first thing she did was check in at the inn.She was exhausted from the long ride and the fights. Every single muscle in her body was aching and there was still the untreated wound on her thigh. It made the Vilemyr Inn more than a welcome sight. It was fairly big and, like most buildings in Skyrim, made of wood. In the center was a long fireplace, over which some food was cooking, sending its rich fragrance through the whole inn, causing Ruthalia's stomach to growl. There were several benches and tables, all set up with plates and tankards. Garlic bulbs, pheasants and rabbits were hanging off the roof,
A wood elf in Skyrim PT1 On the back of her armored mount Ruthalia thought it was time to finally do what she had been told to do ever since she first entered Whiterun. Go and see the Greybeards. This gave her not only an opportunity to find out more about the Dragonborn legend, but also the chance to discover more of this unknown country. Supposedly, there was someone in Ivarstead who knew about the Greybeards. Ruthalia pulled out a map, trying to figure out how to get there, scanning the drawing of Skyrim with her wood elf eyes. She was from Valenwood but had been pulled into this strange land when she had joined a fight against a group of soldiers that
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