[ EU ] You live in Skyrim . It is your job to keep lit all the candles in the abandoned caves and dungeons and castles .

Radnax the Pale walked through the dark halls of the crypt, his bag heavy with its load. 
 `` Why are we doing this again?'' Asked the hairy guard he had hired... Farkas, if he remembered correctly. Radnax answered with a sigh. 
 `` Because, I hired you to protect me, and it took you Companions three weeks to get back to me. Three weeks, when I told you it was-'' Before he could finish, Farkas' brother ( Vilkas ) spoke. 
 ``'High Priority', yeah, we know. We've heard you complain about it a dozen times already. Why is it so important anyway, what's in the crypt?'' Vilkas asked. 
 `` Nothing's in the crypt save for Draugr and the treasures of the dead, one of which scares me, the other of which is none of my business.'' Radnax hefted the bag higher on his back and raised his free hand. With a small flick of his wrist, a ball of light illuminated the small room. 
 `` A mage, huh? If you have magic, why bother calling us? Why not bore the Draugr to death?'' Vilkas snorted at his own joke. Radnax muttered under his breath as he walked to the nearest candlestick and gathered the melted wax hanging off the iron, putting it into a small bag on his waist. From his sack he withdrew some long candles, enchanted to last weeks at a time, and stuck them into their sockets. 
 `` Candles? That's why we're here!?'' Vilkas began to laugh even louder. A small jet of flame came from Radnax's finger as he lit the candles. 
 `` It's not the candles, it's the ritual. The respect.'' Radnax turned to the two Nords. `` Do you two not respect the dead?'' 
 `` We respect the dead, but not Draugr. Evil creatures.'' Vilkas spat on the ground to show his distaste. 
 `` Draugr are dead, bound to this world, unable to reach Sovngarde. Here, let me show you!'' Radnax walked to a small coffin and pointed in at the pale remains. `` This is Teran Axe-Head. He fought through a siege at Whiterun, slaughtered over a hundred goblin invaders and ended the starvation of the people.'' Moving over to another spot, he pointed at another Draugr, `` This is Ilmar Bowmaster, she could hit a hawk dead in the eye from across the Bay at Solitude. She served the High King of Skyrim at the time by being a master assassin and a defender up on high. She is said to have foiled as many as thirty assassination attempts, and to have killed countless enemy commanders before she died.'' And down he went, recounting the tales and exploits of each dead man that could be remembered. 
 `` No wonder they call you'Radnax the Pale', too much time in the library, not enough outside.'' Said none other than Vilkas. Radnax so wished to hit him over the head with his heavy sack of candles, but that would just break the candles and waste his time. 
 `` And they said you were the smart one...'' Radnax muttered as he turned to place more candles. Before Vilkas could respond, a dry cough could be heard. 
 `` Farkas, was that you?'' Vilkas inquired. 
 `` No, brother, it's them.'' Farkas said, drawing a heavy looking sword. `` Come between us, Radnax.'' He added. Radnax needed no further invitation, and ran to hide behind the two huge Nords. 
 At first just one Draugr stood, but it was followed by another, then two more, and from down a dark tunnel a loud metal sound could be heard. 
 `` Why are n't they attacking?'' Farkas asked, baring his teeth as if to bite them to death. The metal sound came to a crescendo as a Draugr a full head and a half taller, and nearly half again as wide as the others stepped from the tunnel, who hefted an axe that looked like it could split a mountain, to say nothing of their armor. 
 `` Who's that one, Radnax?'' Vilkas asked. 
 `` Sometimes, the actions of the dead are so heinous, they are stripped from memory. There was said to be one of them here. I think this one is him, and I think he's the leader.'' Radnax began to tremble. 
 As if to confirm, Nameless let loose a dry sounding shout in a long since dead tongue, and pointed to the intruders. The four lesser Draugr burst forth as one, swinging their ancient steel at the Companions. Farkas and Vilkas both roared like beasts and ran to meet them, continuing to make that angry sound as they swatted away strikes and tried to get through the old armor of the dead. 
 Radnax meekly stepped back, moving as far as he could from the loud and startling sounds. His back quickly reached a wall, so all he could do was watch and hope for the best. Vilkas managed to literally disarm one Draugr, which he then swiftly decapitated, and he moved onto the next one, not noticing Nameless step towards him. With one wide swing, Nameless hit Vilkas square in his back, sending him flying into the opposite wall. With as raspy grunt and a point, Nameless directed the lesser Draugr to attack Farkas, leaving the downed brother to him. 
 `` Vilkas!'' Farkas yelled, trying to rush to his brothers aid, but he was stuck between the three Draugr. 
 Vilkas slowly stirred, rising to his knees before Nameless kicked him down to prone. He began to aim for a killing blow. Radnax reached into a small pouch on his chest and pulled out a scroll. He did n't have time to read it and see if he grabbed the right one, he only had time to use it. 
 `` Talos guide me!'' He prayed before crumpling the scroll in his hand and using the spell. 
 And Talos was with him, for a small ball of flame hit Nameless right in the center of his back. The gargantuan Draugr turned slowly to Radnax and raised an eyebrow at him, speaking again in that dead tongue. 
 `` Come and see how a real Nord Fights!'' Radnax shouted as he prepared a new spell, this one not from his scrolls but rather one he knew. As Nameless stepped towards him, Radnax sucked in a deep breath, set his legs in a wide stance and pointed both hands forward. Nameless chuckled before leaping at the mage. 
 The Draugr was wholly unprepared for the onslaught that came out of the mages hands. Fire as hot as Oblivion itself spewed out like a geyser, hitting Nameless with such force that he fell down, and as he tried to stand, he found his armor began to fall off. Radnax leaned forward and began to shout, pouring every ounce of his being into this fire. But as quick as it came, the fire ended, and Radnax fell to his side, gasping for breath. 
 The Draugr laughed, a drier and more feeble laugh than before, and stepped forward to execute the mage. As he put weight on his leg though, it crumbled to ash. With a startled gasp, Nameless reached out to brace against the fall, only to have his arm fall apart as well. He looked up and saw Radnax, the reason for this humiliation and reached out to grab him, only for a flash of steel to split his now exposed skull. 
 Farkas withdrew his sword from the Draugr's skull and went to Vilkas' aid first. `` What happened to the other three?'' Vilkas asked. 
 `` They scattered when they saw what was happening to the Big guy.'' Farkas explained as he lifted his brother to his feet. 
 `` And Radnax?'' Vilkas continued. 
 `` I'm fine.'' The mage managed to get out between heavy breaths. Vilkas knelt down next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. 
 `` Nicely done, Brother. Though, you could have brought that out earlier, yes?'' The Companion joked. 
 `` Nah, where's the fun in the easy fight?'' Radnax said. 
 `` Hah, spoken like a true Nord!'' Vilkas said, lifting Radnax up easily. `` Now, come, let's finish this job, then go get some ale!''
