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ANNOUNCEMENTS: UPDATED 12/16/2017

Happy Holidays, fellow Kinkmemers! I have returned and have no reasonable excuse for my absence except LIFE. I will be working on updating the archives. If anyone sees anything amiss, please let me know.

I am also hoping to find another Mod and an Archivist.

The more dedicated people we have in this Meme the less chance of it dying. I admit that being the sole keeper of the Meme is not great for the fandom. If something were to happen to me, for good, this place would go the way of the Fallout Kink Meme. Let's not let that happen! If anyone would be interested in Modding/Archiving, please drop me a line. Thanks! <3

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From: (Anonymous)

“I met Ariella before the dragon attacked Helgen.” He began, as he recounted his story people began to wonder over to the fire tossing their tributes in to be burned. “The moment I saw her I knew she didn’t belong in this war or this land but she was on the cart set off for execution anyway. When she came to the only time she spoke was when Hadvar asked for her name.” An Imperial soldier approached the pyre, throwing in what appeared to be a list. “When the Dragon attacked I knew I wanted to get Ariella out of there. She didn’t belong and I just wanted her to be safe.” Vilkas wondered how much of what he was saying was true.

“I’ve often wondered about why the Dragon chose to attack Helgen and I think it was because of Ariella. While she wouldn’t like thinking herself as the reason behind the razing of a city I think it was her Dragonborn blood that attracted the Dragon on that day. While the destruction was great it has been a blessing in disguise. Without that Dragon none of us would have known Ariella and her life would have been wasted on the block at Helgen.”

Lucan and Camilla threw the claw into the fire along with what appeared to be a letter. “If she had perished in Helgen none of us would be here today, none of us would have known her, none of us would have had our lives brightened by the tiny Breton from High Rock, a scholar who became a warrior, a Champion, not just for Skyrim but for each of us. A champion to me for helping me escape Helgen, a champion to my sister for alerting the Jarl to send extra guards to Riverwood, a champion to Hod for chopping wood for almost two whole days to pay back what she felt she owed and help us as a family.”

“A champion to me for returning my Claw.” Lucan shouted. The crowd chuckled a bit and soon almost everyone was calling out what she was their Champion for.

“A Champion for solving my love life.” “A Champion for helping me sort my books.” “A Champion for killing that giant.” “A Champion for saving my brother.” “A Champion for helping me with my pranks.” The voices bled into one and Vilkas could barely hear what people were shouting. The Companions began to approach the fire.

“A champion for Kodlak.” Aela said and the crowd settled down; the serious tone taking the funeral again. The Harbinger dropped the bow and a list into the fire and soon Vilkas felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Vilkas…” Farkas prompted. Vilkas nodded and picked up all that he had rested at his feet. There was a neatly wrapped parcel, which would come later but for now he had a copy of the book Great Harbingers and a bouquet of flowers, similar to those he gave to her in what seemed like a past lifetime.

It didn’t seem like it was enough, but he didn’t know what else to do. He felt all eyes on him as he approached the pyre. He threw the book in and then the flowers watching as they burned.

“That what was responsible for her death has been brought to justice.” Vilkas began to unwrap the package as Andurs spoke, his eyes never leaving the flames that were consuming his tribute to her. “And we burn it here today, not in a Breton tradition but in a Nord one.” Vilkas held up the troll’s head and everyone was silent. “We burn it in the hope that Ariella knows her death has been avenged.”

Vilkas tossed the head into the fire, Aela and Farkas threw in what else was found in the cave. It all burned, Andurs throwing something on the fire as he finished a prayer and suddenly there was a large burst of flame. It lasted only a short moment but it was spectacular. “Her soul is departed.”

And slowly everyone began to wonder back to their homes, knowing full well there would be one less soul in the world.

From: (Anonymous)

I'm happy that there is an update, but that was pretty soul-crushing. I still hold out foolish hope that Ariella is alive somewhere. Keep up the good work A!A!

From: (Anonymous)

ohhhh my heart.......ohhh that was fantastic..sad very very sad...Vilkas is in a miserable way....his heart is sad....

From: (Anonymous)

The angst, it burns! I too hold out hope that she is still alive, though it is dimming. I just love a!a's writing, and will follow with bated breath, even knowing that s/he will not hesitate to break all of our hearts if that's where the muse leads.