The Letter Was From The Dark Brotherhood. The Earthquake Was From The Greybeards. The Shout Was From Her Being. 'I turned around, overwhelmed by all the beautiful things I thought of her, taking this time for granted.' That's how I felt when I first met her. Of course, after our brawl. 'I sighed again, feeling like smashing my sweetroll into my face. "I am not the 'Dragonborn'..."' That's how I felt when she admired my 'destiny', one I had trouble believing. Uthgerd smiled with hope. "I've heard things about you, wondrous things..."But I would not shout for her to believe in me. I would not do anything to keep this certain belief alive in her. Even though it had driven her companionship with me. I could not sacrifice my own image for her love. I would simply take her on my adventures. Then she'd see if I really was all she thought I was. Wait. Back up a sec. Now that things have changed, I don't even know if this story is based on Uthgerd anymore. But I dedicate this story to her, for believing in me, whether or not we meet each other again on agreeable grounds. I am still the Dragonborn. So my life does goes on. Rated M for Gore and Sadism...not the S and M kind, just a little descriptive romance. And more like for chopping heads off. *This is only a representation of the adventures I have when I'm on my console. And No Copyright Infringement Is Intended. Just pure Skyrim awesomeness. Thanks, Bethesda.
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