I had this happen with Sven. So I decided to take him on a little adventure, sady he had a...accident.

Errrm, love the story :) i'd of stayed at whiterun and just "done away" with him

Seriously... this is epic.

Great story, I'm very impressed. To a degree it also highlights some of the relationship shortcomings while providing an entertaining medium. Why can't I just tell Aela 'I love you' ... sniff

i told my wife we were going to move from whiterun to solitude so she said that she was going to get everything ready,
then as i walked back from the market in whiterun thinking she must have left for solitude by now,
i see her come out of the guard barracks lol

Nice story... but seriously you gotta kill her AND faendal way before they kill you.

ha you got kidnapped for killing that mean old lady...it's initiation thats triggered the 1st time you sleep after recieving the letter

What a great read. Impressed of your roleplaying.
And buddy, yeah, she's planning homocide.

This tale ended in tragedy, but not of the kind you, nor I could ever have forseen. I will never know what was truly going on between Faendal and my wife, but I can only assume I was dead wrong. My suspicions of this great man, this great hero, will forever haunt my in my dreams. I was fighting bandits outside a fort named Faldar's Tooth, not too far outside my new home town, Riften. They had jumped me without warning, and their numbers were many. I found myself surrounded, and my life was ebbing out. My faithful companion Mjoll, who I had shared many adventures with, was nowhere to be seen. My only option was to flee. But these were powerful archers, and their arrows hit their mark. Then, at the far end of the road, I saw a man in green storming to my rescue. I didn't recognize him because of the distance, but when he drew his bow I knew who it was. It was Faendal.

He raised his bow and started firing arrows at the superior enemies, with no regards of his own life. Instead of going after me, he made them follow him as he made his way a thin forest. I healed my wounds and joined him in the fight. The enemies were turned away from me and made easy targets. I had managed to take one or two of them out before they even realized I was there, with full health and badass ice spike skill. The two remaining bandits came running towards me, but they stood no chance. Mjoll came running up to me, she must have fought her own battle, but Faendal was nowhere to be seen. I ran towards the forest where he had sought refuge and found him dead, with an arrow in his stomach.

With rage I went through the entire fort, which had served as the bandits hideout and killed every single one of them in cold blood. I returned to Faendal's body to say my farewells. Pledging that his memory would not be forgotten. If he wanted me dead he would never have come to my rescue. He was a true friend, and I will never be able to forgive myself.

OP, if you also find "A Kiss, Sweet Mother" in your house somewhere, you are toast ...


EDIT:
just read your last post ...
R.I.P. Faendal

OP is amazing !!!

Or your wife gave him a frenzy potion.

Great story, glad it worked out for the best in the end. However, there are two points I wish to make:

1. Clear out all the alchemy reagents in Honeyside that damage health, just to be safe.

2. Let Iona do all the cooking, she seems to enjoy it anyway.

3. Iona is your housecarl. You are the Thane! (Sorry, couldn't resist!)

Your story is great. Please tell something more, what is going on with Iona and you.

I would read a blog on this.

Me too!

You have no idea how long it took me to stop laughing to type this short message... I'll give you a hint: pretty damn hard

hahaha great read man

Continue the story btw.

I to suspect my wife we met in whiterun where I bought us a nice house called breezehome and for a time we were blissfully happy. We have since moved to Windhelm where she enjoys the benefits of a large home in the rich quarter and the social status of being married to stormblade the dragonborn. Yet she seems deeply unhappy retuning from an adventure I found her sitting in a chair staring into space at half past two in the morning. She has never much liked the stormcloaks I suspect she favours the imperials. Theres always a certain tension in the air whenever I mention the war and my part in it. Im also starting to think shes a vampire she never eats never sleeps and I caught her drinking a suspiciously red looking drink that she wouldnt let me have a taste of. She said it was a special health drink full of iron that I wouldnt like it and that I should go play with my silly sword. As for the new housecarl hes getting a bit above his station the last time I came home he said I hope your not going to cause any trouble.

To sum up I think my wife may be an Imperialist sympathising vampire having it off with my housecarl all in all its very troubling.

Rimshot, please!