Some of you may have followed what's been happening to Louis Letrush in my Skyrim. He's been multiplying, see.
First there were only 2.5 Letrushes.
I had this theory about what was happening. It wasn't that a new fully formed Letrush was appearing around the rest of them. Rather, new Louis Letrushs were growing out of the ground, and I was just catching each new one half-formed as they sprouted.
I was comfortable with this theory all the way
through 6.5 Letrushs. And then, everything changed a few nights ago.
Not far from Windhelm, as I was dungeon scouting in a blizzard, I spotted two forms engaged in battle. As I approached, one fell, and the survivor unwisely turned on me. After I was through with him, I turned to loot the guy he felled.
Zounds!
It was Louis Letrush! What was he - or one of him - doing up near Windhelm of all places? That's a long ways from Whiterun. I got to wondering - did one of them wander off? I mount Shadowmere, my trusty steed, and we beat a hasty path to Whiterun.
Nope, all 6.5 Letrushs are accounted for. But this even threw my theory of the sprouting Letrushs out the window. My new theory is that Letrushs are actually a race of peoples, and they are gathering, for some reason, in Whiterun. Perhaps there would be more?
Last night, I got confirmation. Northwest of Riften in the woods was the setting, at midday. I saw two figures, one cowering and the other holding a mighty axe. As I approached it was clear the latter was a well-armored orc. I heard him say, "You've gone far enough, Letrush!"
Louis tried to plead and reason with him, but the orc was having none of it, and attacked. I stepped between them and took the blow, and tried to take the orc down before he could fell Louis. Alas, Louis tried to be brave and charged the orc with his lowly iron dagger, and was dropped by a single overhead blow of the axe. I avenged his death and confirmed his ID.
What I heard before the fight once again rattled my theory of Letrush. This orc knew him, and Letrush was fearful of the orc. Then and there I realized there is a secret war going on in Skyrim - a war of the Letrushs against their arch nemesis, the orcs. The Letrushs are few and scattered, but are mustering their few remaining kin around the safety of Whiterun. A Council of Letrushs, or perhaps a Letrush Moot.
Yes, a Letrush Moot. As the Ents of Middle-Earth did, so too must the Letrushs, to determine whether they would fight or continue to be whittled down by time and axe.
And then came tonight.
Tonight I've been clearing Misc. tasks from my queue, activiating all but the glitched ones (five of those) and working my way through Skyrim on foot, completing them. It was just south of Winterhold (where I was asked to steal a staff for someone in the Jarl's palace) that I spotted Louis Letrush, this time running on the road. He had little to say, but he was in a hurry and heading south. I quickly became his shadow, and followed.
I was his escort and protector, felling mighty frostbite spiders, a ferocious fox (?!) that attacked, and many bandits on the road. All were after Louis.
But none charged him harder than an orc, who stepped out from behind some trees along the roadside southwest of Windhelm. This orc was using his fists to attack Louis, and this time, with the help of Unrelenting Force, I was able to protect him.
My theory was now cemented - the orc and the Letrushs are at war.
I followed Louis as he went south, where he finally turned west near the Throat of the World. We continued on our way.
Along the riverside path we went, widing west toward...Whiterun.
At long last, Louis Letrush was reunited with his kin, the Letrushs. It was an emotional scene.
And little Letrush gone grown up while we were on our way. I now have eight fully grown Louis Letrushs outside of Whiterun, including the one I escorted from Wiinterhold.
My mission is now clear: to scour the roads of Skyrim for Letrushs, and escort them safely to the Letrush Moot. When their numbers are great enough, they will have their Moot, and it will be a mighty one indeed. I suspect they will elect to go on the attack, perhaps assaulting the orcs at some of their fortresses in the mountains. When they do, I will be at their side.