Board Thread:Skyrim/@comment-11344160-20140115023609

I'm going to miss you, Uthgerd. I remember when we first met - I was just a wet-behind-the-ears young adventurer new to Skyrim. I forget the reason why, but after having a few too many in the Bannered Mare we decided to throw down and have a good fist fight. You were so impressed with my skills that you offered to join me on my pending adventure; a foray into a Nordic tomb to retrieve a dragon tablet for some robed bootlick of Jarl Balgruuf's. I remember thinking your were a little homely for a female companion, but you also appeared formidable in your plate armor so I agreed.

Little did I know what vast adventures we would share.

Like when we went to that Thalmor keep to rescue the Greymane boy. His brother and two other rowdy gentleman joined, though only the brother made it through with us. We were down to our last health potion before making it out of that keep. I'm sure now we should have seasoned ourselves a bit more before taking on a small army of armored elves. I was wearing nothing more than hobbled-together iron armor, plus we were both hung-over from drinking that Argonian ale in the Winking Skeever... remember?

We certainly shared more than a few amusements, didn't we? I'll never forget that cat-man thief who jumped out from behind a boulder and demanded we give him all of our money. He seemed so confident we would empty our purses, right before I blew him off the side of a cliff with my Thu'um. Remember how his body flopped like a rag doll as he flew to his death? Gods, we laughed about that poor fool for weeks. You must have told that story in a hundred different taverns, and it got better with each telling.

Not that we didn't get our hands dirty too, like when the Jarl of Falkreath asked us to assassinate a group of bandits for him. The Jarl freely admitted his association and extortion over them! I never felt bad about killing bandits before that day, but I still say we should have throttled that worm of a Jarl instead. Still, I needed his land to build my homestead. Such is the way of politics, I suppose - a game neither of us enjoyed playing with any frequency.

That was were you died - Lakeview Manor. You served me well as Steward, a role I wasn't sure you would be happy in. You were a warrior-born, after all, seemingly ill-suited for the mundane tasks of my household's daily operations. But as in all things, you surpassed my expectations.

I'll never forget the day I returned home to find you dead at the feet of a giant. You defended my home and family with your life, a deed I will never forget. Nor will my family, for I have displayed that cursed giant's toe in the manor's most prominent display case - right next to your trusty axe Unbreakable.

Goodbye, Uthgerd. May you remain ever unbreakable in the halls of Sovngarde 