The Dashing Rogue

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My Breton character, Arthur Braxseth, mourning the death of the only person he truly cared for in the world, Isobel of Falkreath.

Arthur Braxseth is my breton character whom I played as a one-handed, archery rogue. He is an adventurer as well as a skilled hunter. His last name "Brax" means "bow" and "Seh" means "Light" in the dragon language. He is one of my favourite characters as he was one of my first.

He came to Skyrim from his homeland of High Rock after his father who was a noblemen, tried to force him into politics and law. Arthur did not wish for such a boring life so he ran away and came to Skyrim seeking adventure.

The first part of his time in Skyrim was spent traveling the land and exploring the many dungeons, ruins as well as sites. He has met countless faces and many more women. He always had a thrill with women, being a dashing rogue.

Until one day he came to Falkreath hold, there he was welcomed with lush forests ripe with game. He hunted many great elk and bears within the hold and sold them to the town of Falkreath. And It was there that he met the most wonderous lass he had ever laid his eyes on, Isobel, the blacksmith's apprentice. He fell in love with her and she was the only person he had truly had feelings for, she was always playing hard to get with Arthur, toying with him. She also had feelings for him, though she would not state this as to keep playing with him.

Months had past, Arthur soon realised he was a fool for falling into Isobel's trap and decided to finally propose to her. That night, they were to meet under the moonlight up in the nearby hill. She never came, Arthur knew she would not stand him up, he knew something must have happened. He rushed back to Falkreath to her forge and found her... lying just outside her house, blood dripping from her neck.

She was in pain, as he help her in his arms. She saw the amulet of Mara he was wearing, and smiled, her soft hands holding his. She reached for the amulet, holding it and nodded him a yes. She gave him an answer. Arthur's eyes filled with tears, she helped him brush them off and without a word, motioned him "It's Okay". Her smile gave Arthur comfort and all he could do was smile back. She showed him a sword next to her, she had forged it for him, specially for this night. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and her body became lifeless.... She was gone.