Postcards From Skyrim

Dear Elsa,

The crisp nights in Skyrim remind me of home. Aurora is like a constant companion waving her shimmering veil over the mountains. So far, I've managed to stay out of the local war keeping busy between my studies at the mage's college and high paying jobs, mostly dangerous work.

Forever yours,

Ezekiel

Dear Elsa,

The snow seems to hide some towns, nearly forgotten, rumor calling their names. I've been granted the use of a rather intimidating horse. The beast stands out in the snow like dark flame. You might be surprised to learn I've gain the admiration of a warrior. Mjoll the Lioness they call her. She's been accompanying me without pay, though I outfitted her with a special dark armor and often shower her with enchanted jewelry. We make quite the team. At times she engages an opponent while I strike from the shadows, and sometimes we fight shoulder-to-shoulder clearing out the catacombs of their walking dead.

Truly yours,

Ezekiel

Dear Elsa,

I've somehow climbed into a leadership role within the college. They seem happy with my performance. Mjoll continues to follow me. I'm uncertain what drives her more, traveling the countryside or the spirit of battle. I seem to have a talent for finding battle. I'm certain she suspects given my insistence on traveling at night and other routine habits. She will often remind me of her hatred for vampires, yet she continues to travel with me and even protect me with the fire only a Nord could command. It must be the battle.

Always yours,

Ezekiel

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Screen shots from Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim by Bethesda Softworks, Inc.