Follow the adventures of Ashana, a working girl from Hammerfell who came to Skyrim to turn a quick coin, but found the adventure of a lifetime, not to mention lots of paying customers.

5/10/2015

Ashana's Journal - Day 20 Dragon Destiny

Day 20 - Sovngarde

As promised, Spike met me on the Great Porch of Dragonsreach in the morning.


When I asked why I couldn't have just sought out Alduin on my own, Spike explained that he was hiding in a place that would not be accessible to mere mortals, even if I was the Dragon Whore. He said that I had the libido of a dragon, but what I needed were the wings of one.


I gotta admit, soaring through the crisp mountain air, the wind in my hair, it was an incredible feeling. Almost as good as sex. Almost.

I only truly came to grips with Spike's comment about this place being inaccessible to mortals when he told me where he'd brought me. I was standing in Sovngarde itself, Shor's Great Hall of Valor looming in the distance.


I had to bid Spike farewell at this point, as he wouldn't be able to continue any further. But he reassured me that I would not have to face Alduin alone. So I made my way to Shor's Hall.

I was greeted by the gatekeeper, Tsun, who demanded to know by what right I asked to enter, a mortal who had not yet met her demise in glorious combat on the battlefield.


"By right of conquest," I told him. "I am Dragon Whore." He seemed impressed by that, but still maintained that I would have to face the warrior's test to gain entry.


His size did present a bit of a problem, but I wouldn't be the Dragon Whore if I didn't know how to work around those kinds of problems by now.


Upon my arrival, I was greeted by the legendary Ysgramor himself. I mentioned that I'd heard a lot about him, and that maybe we ought to spend some quality time together before I proceed. He politely declined, casting a furtive glance at a strapping Nord hero close by.

Boy, I'd sure love to see the looks on the faces of the Companions if they knew that their founding father was gay. Not that I'm judging. How he leads his life, or afterlife as it were, is his business, after all.


But he did direct me towards the help Spike had mentioned. Here in the Nord Hall of Heroes I met the Dragon Whores that had come before me, Hakon One-Eye, Felldir the Old and Gormlaith Golden-Hilt. I was in the presence of legends, even as they accepted me as one of their own.


The four of us ventured out in front of the Great Hall, and they taught me the Shout that would show our defiance and challenge Alduin to face our combined might.


Admittedly, the Shout itself was a little silly. Basically it went like this: "Hey, Alduin! What's the matter? You chicken!?" Well, it did the job. The World-Eater was approaching!


Together we faced the black dragon, and banished his dark spirit to the moon through the magic of our friendship! ... Wait, why the hell did I just say that?


At any rate, Nightmare Alduin was defeated, and I stood victorious among the heroes of old.


Before I left Sovngarde, I wanted to take the opportunity to thank my comrades in arms the only way I knew how. "Ladies first," I told Gormlaith.


So this is why they also used to call them the 'Tongues.'


Hakon and Felldir were very patient. They knew that, by my honor as a fellow Dragon Whore, I would get around to them eventually.


I bade my comrades farewell, promising to return once my time in the mortal realm would reach its inevitable end. But for now, Spike would take me home.


We arrived at the summit of High Hrothgar, where Celestia, Luna and even Derpy were already expecting us. Only after heartfelt congratulations and thanks, did I realize what was about to happen. Their role in this world, as my mentors and guides, had come to an end. They were going home as well, to Equestria.


A day of triumph turned into a tearful goodbye. I'm sure gonna miss them, especially Derpy. Many hugs and snuggles were exchanged before they stepped through the portal back to their own world.

As for me, I felt a little empty once they were gone. My quest was done. I'd brought peace to Skyrim, saved the world and built a successful business from nothing almost as an afterthought. What else was there to be done?

But if there's one thing I've learned about Skyrim, it's that this is a land of limitless opportunities. I'm sure I'll find something, or someone, to occupy my time with.

But for the time being, I think I deserve a break.

The End?

5/09/2015

Ashana's Journal - Day 19 Make Love, Not War

Day 19 - High Hrothgar

I arrived at High Hrothgar in high spirits. Achieving a lasting peace in Skyrim surely could only be helpful in my fight against Alduin. To show that I had nothing to hide, no hidden agenda in these negotiations, I made quite a statement with my entrance. Of course the Greybeards approved of my choice of attire.


I was introduced to the chief negotiators for both sides, General Tullius for the Empire and Jarl Ulfric for the Stormcloaks. Both soldiers rather than diplomats. It all went downhill from there, as the two of them couldn't agree on anything, and the negotiations degenerated into shouting matches several time over the next few hours.

Once I'd brought their latest petty argument to a stop with my own, rather more powerful, way of shouting, (gotta remember to thank Luna for teaching me how to use the Royal Canterlot Voice,) I asked in exasperation whether there was anything, anything at all, that they could both agree on.


They looked at each other, then at me. And they both agreed to the fact that I had a rather spectacular rack. Ah, it's so nice to finally find some common ground between former enemies. So I suggested that we build on what they had in common.


This might be the first war in the history of Skyrim to be settled by a threesome. Though I can't be sure about that. You never know with these Nords. Their lives do seem to revolve around two things exclusively: Making war and making love.

Anyway, we hammered out the terms of the peace treaty as follows:
-Skyrim would become an independent kingdom just like Hammerfell, but would retain its status as an allied nation with the Empire.
-Ulfric Stormcloak would refrain from pursuing his bid to be crowned High King, letting the Jarls and the Moot decide Skyrim's next monarch. In return, the ban on Talos worship would be lifted within the sovereign territory of Skyrim.

Elenwen, here as a Thalmor observer, took offense at that last point. But Balgruuf rather skillfully stifled her objections, so the peace treaty could be concluded.


With the ink on the parchment finally dry, we could turn to the more pleasant part of the event. This did call for a celebration, and former enemies quickly became the best of friends.


The Greybeards certainly enjoyed the festivities. I bet High Hrothgar hasn't been this lively in decades.


While the party at the monastery down below was still in full swing, I quietly slipped out to pay a visit to Spike. By my count, I had more than covered all the different races he told me about, and even went above and beyond the call of duty on occasion.

He agreed, and I asked him whether there was a little reward coming for all my efforts. He agreed again.


Ooh! Dragon Tongue! It's not just an ancient language and an alchemical component, it's also quite a treat for the ladies. Though I still have some problems with getting back down after the high.

I'm finally ready for my big showdown with Nightmare Alduin. And I feel ready, too, having accepted my destiny. Spike told me to return to Whiterun for now and rest up. He would meet me at Dragonsreach and take me to Alduin first thing in the morning.

The ultimate battle for the fate of the world is about to take place. Three weeks ago, the prospect would have terrified me. But I'm excited instead. It has been quite the journey. Time to settle the matter once and for all.