So the mighty warrior Bekovich, after quite an active week which amongst other things included being dumped at the altar, getting into a questionable threeway with some incistuous twins and then beating the crap out of several ill people and some healers, decided that maybe a little downtime was due.

Dragging a sack of gold behind her she went to one of her more remote and secure hideouts, hoping for a little peace and quiet. On arrival, she found her sulky housecarl sitting before the fire absently staring into the flames. The wretched man was out of his face and there was evidence that he'd had quite the party the night before. Unable to even stand, he focused blearily on the Warrior for a few brief seconds before returning his attention to the fire,and his noisy consumption of mead.
The Warrior disdainfully noticed that her once brave and handsome housecarl was now unshaven and getting flabby, his ponderous stomach straining at the silly rusted armour he continuously insisted on wearing.
Fighting the urge to say something nasty, the warrior left, Wondering how it was that she found the diplomacy not to insult her slave but could never summon the energy to use that diplomacy to avoid having to wipe out an entire family of bandits.

After a week of hard work and stress, she'd hoped that a clean bed and a bit of privacy would not be too much to ask for, so eventually resigned herself to heading to her whiterun home. Where once again she was met by a bleary eyed vacant housecarl, who was too preoccupied with her eating disorder to even stop eating to greet her mistress. No matter, the Warrior was simply too tired to do any more killing, and slowly made her way upstairs to sleep.
Undressing and about to sink into the blissfully soft bed, she became suddenly aware of a presence in the room behind her, and turned around to find her fat bottomed housecarl sitting at the table, staring at the warrior fixedly and chewing slowly on a rind of stale bread.. Not talking, not even blinking, just... watching..


Unnerved, the mighty Bekovich hurriedly dressed and fled to Morvarths lair to rest. Better to brave the vampires than the zombified slaves she was forced to employ.
As she tried to get comfortable beneath a pile of rotten furs, she couldnt help but wondering what sort of bounty she'd have to pay were she to remove these worthless slaves from her home and her life, permanently..

LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!! LOVE IT! You have a flair for the dramatic, bekked! And oh I share your thoughts exactly! I think I'll sacrifice Lydia this time around. She was a good companion to my other two toons, but not to Morigana, the Shadow Walker... hahahaha

You got some great writing talent there! I would read more about Bekovich's adventures!