Where did you go?

Hey there!

It's been a while, huh?

Well, it has recently come to my attention that some people still visit this site even though it's been AGES since I've posted anything! 

So in case you were wondering if I was dead or anything, or would like to see more of my stuff, I migrated to Tumblr quite some time back! I've since retired Freyja and moved on to what I feel is my best character yet, but she does make an appearance time to time :)

Please do come and check me out! You shall not be disappoint. And thank you to all my viewers! <3

You can find me at http://pwishy2.tumblr.com/ 

On to the more adventures!

A Blade in the Dark

The Ratway, Riften.
In search of the hidden Blades member, Freyja  finds herself in Riften's dark and uninviting sewers.

Its inhabitants are less than welcoming; demanding her valuables as toll for further passage.

But Freyja has other ideas. 

The pair of ruffians are easily no match for the battle hardened warrior.

Further into the sewers, she comes across another one of the Ratway's. A huge imperial beast of a man,. She recalled one of the locals mention about a fugitive - or something of that sort - dwelling in Riften's sewers. He went by name of Gian the First.

"Shouldn't have come down here all alone, cutie." His arms raised, a grin across his rugged face. "I'm going to pound ya, and then I'm going to pound ya."

Gian the Fist learnt a very valuable lesson then - you don't take on the Dragonborn, especially with only your fists.

Some were even smart enough to avoid getting in her path. 

Delving deeper into Riften's sewers, Freyja makes her way through the Ragged Flagon.
"Not exactly a place I'd stop for a drink" she thought to herself. 

The Thieves Guild watched her every move as she passed through the tavern. 

"You've got the wrong person! I don't know who you're talking about! There isn't an Esbern around here!"

"I'm the Dragonborn." Freyja said. "Delphine sent me, Esbern. She's been looking for you."
"Also, where were you on the 30th of Frostfall?"

"Now do I know I can trust you?? Maybe - maybe you're with the thalmor, you've got poor Delphine and you've tortured her. Got her to say that. And now you're after me!"

"I... seriously?" Don't you think you're being a little paranoid? Do I look like I'm with the thalmor?"

"I'm not falling for that! If what you say is true and you're not with the thalmor more, then you'll have to prove it."
"Drop your weapons and take off all your armour, then walk slowly - and keep your hands in the air! I'll drop you where you stand if I see any funny business."

*sigh*
"Fine."

"There. I'm naked, and all my gear is outside that door. Convinced yet?" 

"Not yet. You could be hiding some weapons, somewhere on you. I know how tricky the thalmor can be."
Only now did Freyja truly understand what Delphine meant about Esbern. The old Blades member was certainly not taking any chances.
"Get down on your knees over there. Turn away and keep your back facing me."

"Don't move. I want to have a good look at you - make sure you're not one of them."

"Satisfied yet?" Freyja said, slightly irritating by the entire ordeal.
"Hmm..." the old man said as he stroked the greying hairs on his chin. "Everything seems to check out - but I need one more thing to be sure."
".... and what may that be?" Freyja asked. She knew it would be no easy task retrieving the long-lost Blades member, but this was clearly far from over. 

"Yes, yes. We would need to have intercourse."

"WHAT THE - what does that have to do with anything??" She could not help but feel that Esbern may just be taking a little advantage over the situation.
"Well now," Esbern said. "A thalmor spy would certainly never so far as sleeping with her target. No, that would be too much for them."

"Are you senile?" an exasperated Freyja cried. "That's the oppos- forget it. Just... just get it over with."

Esbern wasted no time disrobing. The tip of his erect member slid inside her as Esbern prepared to mount the Dragonborn atop his dusty fur rug. 

She could his throbbing cock slide inside her nether regions. Esbern's member was surprisingly moist and slippery - clearly lubed by some sort of sticky liquid. Of what sort Freyja did not wish to know.

"By Akatosh - it's been so long!" the old man moaned in pleasure. "It's as if I've died and gone to Sovngarde!"

"T-there. You've done it. You've stuck your filthy rod inside me. Can we go??"

"Patience, my dear." he said as he moved his hips back and forth towards her rump. "Just... just a little bit more. Then I'll know for sure that you're... oh gods..."
"You're a sick old man, you know that?" Freyja cried. 

"Fine. Just hurry up and get it over with. I'm not some whore for you to mount all night."

Esbern was certainly enjoying this far more than he should. 

Several sweaty minutes later.

The fervorous mounting increased in speed and frequency as the old man was approaching the end, and was soon replaced with long, slow motions  - grinding his hairy crotch on Freyja's sweaty rear. Hot, sticky liquid began to seep from his member.

"D-DRAGONBORN!" Esbern moaned aloud as he released his thick load inside her.

The Horn of Jurgen Windcaller

High Hrothgar.

"Rise, Dovahkiin."
"We have taught you what we know - now, it is time for you to discover for yourself your destiny."

"We garb you as the ancient nord warriors of old." He said "Our final gift to you, Dovahkiin."

"As your final test, Dovahkiin." Argneir said. "Retrieve the horn of Jurgen Windcaller."

"I won't disappoint, Master." 

After several days of travel, she had finally stumbled upon Ustengrav, just south east of Morthal.

Freyja delved deeper into its depths, making her way through the draugr dwelling within. 

With a swing of her greatsword, the undead creature shatters and falls to the ground.

In a blink of an eye, the battle is over with not a drop of blood spilt. 

Freyja had finally found the tomb of Jurgen Windcaller, but something was amiss. There was a note.

Dragonborn--
I need to speak to you. Urgently.
Rent the attic room at the Sleeping Giant Inn in Riverwood, and I'll meet you.
-- A friend

"... a friend?" Freyja thought to herself. "I don't like the feeling of  this."

The Sleeping Giant Inn, Riverwood.

"So you're the Dragonborn, huh?" Delphine said. "I have to admit, I'm a little surprised to say the least."
The room was well hidden - it's entrance hidden behind a false door of an old dusty cabinet.
"When I first saw you I thought you were just a pretty face. Well, maybe you are." Delphine continued. "I haven't actually seen you in action.

"I am the Dragonborn." Freyja said. "Why are you looking for me? Who are you exactly?"

"This... may be hard to swallow, but I am part of an organisation called the Blades. We're sworn to serve the Dragonborn."
"You must understand, Dragonborn, I had to go through all that trouble stealing the horn and bringing you here - to be sure." Delphine added. "We're not exactly best friends with the Thalmor. I had to keep my head down."
"We can help you, Dragonborn. I can help you."

"Fair enough. Assuming all you've said is true- how exactly could you help me?"

"We can't. Not right now." Delphine replied. "Right now I'm all that's left of the Blades."
"Most of us have long disbanded or went our separate ways.
"One of our most important members - and my good friend - has disappeared into hiding. If there's anyone who knows how to stop the dragons, it's him."

"... and you want me to find him."

"I wouldn't ask this of you unless it was important, Dragonborn, I can't just show my face - there're too many Thalmor spies. I'm sure you understand."
"His name is Esbern. He's holed up somewhere in Riften's sewers. Last I heard he was in  the Ratway.
"If he gives you any trouble, just ask him - Where were you on the 30th of Frostfall?"

"I'll find him."