From what he remembers, there should be three chests left that are accessible from the part of the tomb he is currently in. Opening the one right next to him, he is assaulted by the smell of rotten paper and wood, courtesy of the rolled-up scrolls that sit at the top of the chest. After throwing them away, he pulls the thin wooden plate they were on, uncovering the treasures beneath. The bottom of the chest holds a multitude of small gems, some ancient iron coins, and a rusted dagger.
Picking up the dagger first, Vaenyr inspects the weapon, grabbing one of the scrolls and testing its edge. Despite being a few thousand years old at this point, the dagger is still surprisingly sharp, able to cut the paper with ease. But even better, the dagger seems to be enchanted with Frost Damage, as a thin layer of frost spreads out over the strips of paper.
Vaenyr grins, then puts the dagger into his belt. Turning to the gems next, he picks up some of the larger ones, putting them into one of the pouches he got from the bandits, together with a single one of the ancient coins. He would have loved to take some more, but he unfortunately does not have a backpack, nor has he learned any spatial magic yet. After making sure he didn't miss anything from the chest, he gets up, jumping down from the platform the coffin and wall were on, walking around it, then climbs up the rocks to the second chest.
In-game, this is one of the more confusing chests, as it does not at all fit the aesthetic of the others, but gratifyingly, this mistake was fixed, as instead, there sits another ancient chest before him now. Using his sword to open the chest to prevent his nose from being attacked again, he can spot a small mountain of ancient coins, with a basic silver circlet and a golden chain on top of them.
Letting out a small curse at not having any more storage, Vaenyr grabs the chain and circlet, putting the former around his neck as a necklace, then hangs the latter on his belt too. For a short moment, he thinks about taking the chest along, but he is not sure what the exchange rate between Septims and ancient coins is, nor where he would even be able to exchange them. So, with a heavy heart, Vaenyr leaves the chest where it is, walking over to the crevice that leads to the last chest.
From what he remembers, this last chest has no actual connection to the tomb, being filled with flowers for the shrine next to it, with the tomb locked away behind a hidden stone door. After pulling the lever that opens this hidden door, Vaenyr jumps down from the stone ledge, landing before the single pillar, the skull in the bowl on top of it glaring at him with its empty eye sockets.
"What are you looking at?"
With the skull not reacting in any way, Vaenyr turns to the chest next to it, crouching down to open it. As expected, the chest is filled with an array of flowers, the only other thing in the chest being a pair of old-school iron shears. After a quick look over, he decides to take only one of each flower with him for some experiments later, before leaving the crevice and stepping out into the open again. If he were in-game, he would now jump into Lake Ilinalta, swim over to get the Lady Stone quick travel point, then quick travel back to Riverwood and hand in the Golden Claw, but as far as he can tell, he has not discovered any form of fast travel yet. Also, Alvor should have an actual memory now, so appearing in Riverwood before making his way to Whiterun to warn the Jarl might be a bit weird.
With a sigh, Vaenyr tries to remember another way to Whiterun, quickly deciding to move through Brittleshin Pass instead. He climbs down the rest of the mountain, walking along its side until he finds the entrance to the pass, stopping at the statue that marks its entrance. While he grabs the two garnets that the statue held in its eye sockets, he looks down into the tunnel before taking a breath and walking in.
Aware that there should be a necromancer and his unit of skeletons somewhere, Vaenyr silently moves down the stairway to the cavern, looking around the cave. Spotting a campfire on the left side, he walks over, his silent steps allowing him to stop only a meter or so behind the cloaked figure sitting at the fire, who is currently noting down some things in a notebook, mumbling to herself.
"...needs some more salmon roe, less void salts..."
The person seems fully absorbed in her thoughts, not even noticing as Vaenyr leans over her, only stopping her work when he waves his hand in front of her face. With a slightly annoyed sigh, she looks up, freezing when she spots his face.
"What, I am worki... you're not one of my skeletons..."
As Vaenyr is about to answer, the girl lets out a loud scream, falling over and crawling away in panic. With his eyes following her, he watches as she scrambles to her feet, pointing at him with a blush as she stutters.
"W-who are you? T-this is m-my cave..."
Vaenyr raised his eyebrow at her, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Yeah, that sounds very convincing. Regardless, I was just planning to pass through, anyway."
The girl let out a breath of relief before motioning for him to go to the exit.
"Ah, I thought you were one of those people hired to evict me. In that case, you can leave now. No, wait, you can't."
With a small chuckle, Vaenyr looked her over, quickly checking for any weapons she might have. The two stood across from each other for a few seconds until the girl blushed again and turned away from him slightly.
"Hey, stop that..."
Shrugging, he stabbed his sword into the ground, leaning on it with a grin.
"Sure, but could you be so friendly as to explain why I am not allowed to leave? And more importantly, how do you plan on stopping me if I want to?"
The girl let out a whine, pouting at him.
"You're not allowed to leave because you seem strong. And strong people become strong undead."
As she finished her sentence, a blade flashed towards Vaenyr from above, an axe-wielding skeleton rushing out from the darkness behind him. Unfortunately for the girl, his senses were strong enough to have noticed the skeleton sneaking around before they even started speaking, so he was already perfectly prepared to step out of the way of the animated dead, dodging the axe and retaliating with a punch, his fist slamming the undead into the cave wall behind them and shattering its skull into fragments.
The girl tried to continue the fight by shooting an arrow of fire at him, but as the bolt of fire hit his back, Vaenyr didn't even flinch, instead turning to her with a grin.
"Sorry, fire is not very effective against me. But let me try something too."
Before the girl could say anything, he lifted his left hand, holding out two fingers and painting a triangle into the air. The shape suddenly manifested in front of him, spewing out a wave of fire that ignited the girl's robes and set her hair on fire. As she screamed in pain, Vaenyr dropped his hand again, glaring at the burning girl, trying to control the fire on her with his mind. He was unable to replicate igniting the spider, but maybe he could manipulate already existing fire?
While he did fail in controlling the fire directly, he managed something else: the girl's screams stopped as the flames intensified, turning a more golden tone, melting the skin off her bones and boiling her blood, a brownish-red gas leaving her body as her eyes turned into white slime. Vaenyr let out a loud curse as the body in front of him was liquefied.
"Ah, fuck!.."
A small shudder flows through Vaenyr as he watches the girl's skeleton crumble to the floor, covered in ash and burning pieces of flesh. He is nearly forced to vomit, but unfortunately, he has enough control over himself not to cover the floor in the remains of the stew he had with Hadvar's family.
Turning away from the leftover remains, he moves towards the exit of the cave, letting Brittleshin pass quickly, unwilling to be anywhere close to the mess he just made there. So, with a stoic face, he walks along the path that leads to Whiterun, making a short skip over the hill as he is about to pass Fort Greymoor, instead walking straight towards the western watchtower. In-game, the watchtower would already be destroyed at this point, but as he passes, the tower seems to still be intact. Spotting one of the guards outside, he walks up to the man, waving at him.
"Hey, I know it sounds unbelievable, but dragons have returned to Skyrim. Before you ask, no, I am not insane, so just please prepare yourself for the possibility of an attack, yes?"
The man looks at him, his expression hidden behind his helmet, eventually answering.
"…Sure…"
Vaenyr gives the man a slight smile.
"Great, I hope you survive. Good day, sir."
With that, he turns away from the guard, returning to the path that leads to Whiterun, continuing on his way, already spotting the windmills and city in the distance. As he closes in, he can hear loud grunts from the farm in front of the city, spotting a group of people trying to fight a giant, consisting of a man swinging a greatsword at the large humanoid's leg, while a young woman wielding a shield and sword dodges the giant's club. Behind the two is another, slightly older woman with fiery red hair, wielding a bow and taking shots at the head of the creature, already having delivered one right into the giant's eye, while Vaenyr steps closer. The giant, angered by being partially blinded, lets out another roar before kicking the man in the chest, sending him flying back into one of the small walls around the farm. The younger girl lets out a curse, rushing over to their partner, while the redhead fires another arrow, hitting the giant in the other eye.
The creature lets out a pained howl, rushing towards the direction of the woman, who moves out of the way, then curses as she remembers the farmstead that is behind her, the giant now rushing blindly towards the wooden building. The woman lets out a low growl, reminding Vaenyr of a wolf, before she notices him, waving at him to get his attention.
"Hey, you, divert his attention from there!"
Vaenyr chuckles, then sprints forward, raising his sword and throwing it like a spear, hitting the giant in the side of its chest. The massive creature lets out another roar, being pushed slightly to the side, forcing it to miss the building. The blind giant turns around, trying to find its attacker, wildly slamming its club into the ground in fury. The archer raises her bow again, planning to take another shot at the creature, but Vaenyr is faster, parkouring up the building and running over its roof, jumping at the humanoid with a large grin, his hands finding the hilt of the sword that is still stuck in the giant. With the force of his jump and his additional weight now on the weapon, the giant's skin gives way to the blade's edge, letting him slide down the giant's side while slicing the creature open.
Dropping to the ground, Vaenyr shakes off the blood on his blade, trying to look cool, only to get covered in another shower of blood and entrails as the creature collapses next to him.