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Desperate Housewives of Skyrim
Robert Rath | 29 November 2012 12:00 pm
Sometimes I worry that my wife is going to leave me. She can't, I know she can't, but that worries me even more.
Please don't misunderstand me, I don't want her to leave, but if it's what she wants, she needs to be able to leave me. Because otherwise we're trapped together. And though life in Skyrim is brief I don't know if I can stand even the short time we're allotted on this plane.
Once we had so much promise. I confess, even when I first met her-when I meddled in the little love triangle between her, Sven, and Faendal - I kept casting my eyes toward the Riverwood Trader and thinking how much better I was than either of them. Of course, I was nothing then, just some one-eyed Nord delivering messages, not at all worthy of a nice Imperial girl working in a respectable shop. But then I learned the Voice, then I became a Thane of Whiterun, then I got a nice respectable house in the Plains District. Then I heard the eagerness in her voice when I returned the Golden Claw to the shop. (What girl doesn't love a man who'd clean out a barrow full of Draugr for her? The more you smite, the more they're smitten.) It was a lovely wedding. We had a spark then.
Any spark is long dead, smothered in the ashes of endless cook fires and the drudgery of everyday life. She has her shop and I have my adventuring, and we never meet in-between. "Hello my love, home from some adventure, I bet," she says when I get home, over and over. When I leave, it's "Goodbye, my love," in that breathy, disappointed tone of hers. She's constantly thanking me for bringing the Claw back where it belongs. I used to wonder why she still talked about that when it happened years ago, then I realized that the Claw was the only thing we've shared other than a home.
But is that my fault? We never talk about anything. Our lives are totally separate. Even when she greets me by saying I'm home from an adventure, I can't tell her what I've been doing. Maybe that's better, how would that conversation go?
"What did you do today, my love?" she'd say.
"Interestingly enough," I'd say, "I traveled to Sovngarde, land of the glorious dead, and gained entrance to the Hall of Valor by defeating the god Tsun in single combat. Then I rallied the heroes of old to battle and defeat the World-Eater dragon Alduin, thus saving Tamriel from annihilation."
Then there'd be a long silence, and I'd add: "How was your day at the shop?"
She wouldn't have any interesting stories because never leaves the house. She doesn't have hobbies, she doesn't have friends, she doesn't even go to the temple as far as I know; all she does is manage her shop and occasionally cook or use the alchemy lab. I want her to be happy, but I feel like she's isn't really trying. Most of the time when I come home, I just find her sitting in a chair, staring at nothing. Sometimes she sits at the kitchen table, drinking endlessly from a pewter mug. That's when I feel the worst, watching her fill the uneasy silence between us with mead, as if she can take the uneasy quiet of our years together and drown them like a bag of rats. Who'd have thought marrying the Dragonborn would make her life so dull?
But no, I'm projecting. It's my fault. I'm a terrible husband.
I leave for weeks without telling her when I'll be back. When I return, I crash in at any time of the day or night, covered in blood, stinking of potions and Nord mead. Instead of returning her greeting, I walk past her and start rummaging in the drawers and cabinets for coins, scattering plates and cups. Then I trudge up to our bedroom and shovel equipment into the chest: axes, breastplates, spell books and orichalcum ore. None of that would be too bad if it weren't for the dead things, the wolf pelts and giants' toes, raw beef and dragon bones. I really hope Falmer Ears don't smell, because I've got about thirty in there. All of that next to the bed we sleep in - or don't sleep in, I suppose. I'm a werewolf, so apparently a little Lover's Comfort is out of the question.
That done, I stomp downstairs again still wearing my armor to talk to Camilla. First I ask her for a home cooked meal. When I get that, I ask about her shop - but really I don't care about how the shop's doing, I'm just asking for my weekly cut. Once I have my food and my money, I leave without saying goodbye.
In a twist of tragic irony, my house is named "Breezehome." And that's what I do, I breeze in and out when I feel like it.
After doing this for months, I started to feel guilty. By "I" I don't mean Helsher, the Level 70 Nord, I mean Rob Rath, the 28 year-old game journalist. The whole relationship between Helsher and Camilla was wrong. Very wrong. And what bothered me most about it was that this wasn't a "bad" relationship as far as Skyrim was concerned, it was just the normal day-to-day interaction between husband and wife.
This weird dissonance didn't come about through misogynistic programmers or some kind of wish to replicate a medieval relationship (after all, the same thing happens if you marry a man) but simply through a lack of options. Really, that's what bothered me the most - I didn't want to be a bad Skyrim husband, but the game didn't give me any other choice. I literally couldn't ask Camilla how her day was, or tell her she looked nice, or come home to find she was out on some business. I couldn't even say goodbye when I left or tell her how long I'd be. Even more unnerving was the lack of physical contact. Here's a list of things my character couldn't give his wife: a hug, a kiss, a pat on the back, a peck on the cheek, a firm handshake, a present. Instead, the only interactions are: give me food, give me money, and we're moving somewhere else.
To anyone who's been in a relationship, this seems really weird, a combination of loveless sterility and domestic exploitation. If I treated my real-life girlfriend the way characters in Skyrim treat their spouses, she wouldn't be my girlfriend anymore.
Without a doubt, part of the problem is that relationships are a challenging thing to get right in any game, much less an RPG. Relationships are difficult to portray in games because the audience's familiarity with a real-world experience narrows the margin of error. None of us know what it feels like to fight a dragon, so developers have a lot of leeway to fudge details - but everyone knows what it's like to be in love. Our brains are so attuned to picking up social cues and emotional undertones that when we see a relationship so stilted and lacking in intimacy, it's hard not to feel that doubt and hostility are bubbling beneath the surface.
Skyrim's character models, unfortunately, contribute to this sense of dissonance. Whenever Camilla talked to me, her face never changed expression. Even when her voice lilted with the pleasure of seeing me, or she gave me (what I'm sure was intended to be) a breathily sexy farewell, she had the same blank expression. According to finely-tuned human instinct, blank expression plus over-emphasized emotion means someone's faking it, just like lack of physical contact and communication means loveless marriage. This is how my parents acted, I kept thinking, after they got divorced. For a long time I thought I was projecting the dreary narrative onto Helsher and Camilla because of my family background, but no: The game itself fed me these cues, however unintentionally.
The real tragedy is that I actually liked Camilla as a character. Though she wasn't my first choice of wife, if I'm honest - I liked Ysolda's plucky goal to become a businesswoman, but her marriage quest glitched and never came up - there just seemed something that felt narratively right about Camilla. She was one of the first people in Skyrim that I interacted with at any length, and there was something that felt genuinely human about her romantic problems and her relationship to her brother. She'd always treated my character well, and her voice actor managed to instill her with a sense of gracefulness and even a touch of awe whenever she spoke to me. Going back to the Riverwood Trader seemed like something my character would do, to go find the girl who liked him before everyone knew him as the Dragonborn. Sure, the veneer of her being a three-dimensional character was thin, but it was at least there.
By marrying her I destroyed all that. Instead of a character, she became a cross between an ATM and a vending machine. Marriage proved the end of her story, rather than a beginning. She never grew or changed further as a character, and her dialogue whittled down to six or seven maddeningly repetitive phrases. Her cyclical blandness, while catering to my every need, made me feel like I'd moved from Whiterun to Stepford. No matter what I did to elicit even a basic reaction from her - bumping into her, standing in the fire, dropping dragon bones on the floor, casually lounging around the house as a werewolf - she just kept stirring the pot, giving me a glassy stare and saying: "Hello my love! Back from some adventure, I bet!" This, I'm sure, is why Skyrim forums and YouTube videos are full of players that admit to murdering their spouses. Despite both interspecies and gay marriage being legal in Skyrim, divorce is apparently a taboo, leaving homicide as the only option if you (understandably) can't stand to hear that "welcome home" stock phrase one more time. Frankly, after hearing "Goodbye, my love," at least a hundred times, this juror wouldn't vote to convict.
I never murdered Camilla - not my style really - but I did start to avoid her a little. I'd wait until the gold from the shop accumulated before picking it up so I didn't have to hear her dialogue too many times, and I stopped asking for home-cooked meals. Moving to another house crossed my mind, but I was big into smithing and Breezehome was conveniently situated next to Warmaiden's. Also, as a character who didn't use much magic, I was perpetually poor from blowing wads of cash on health potions and didn't want to drop the Septims for another crash pad.
One day though, I finally found a way to be a good husband - or at least not a bad one. When I came through the door I saw Camilla sitting in a chair with her hands in her lap, chin up and impassively gazing at the wall.
Creeping around the other side of the fire so as not to disturb her, I took the chair next to her and stared too. If this is what she was going to do, we could at least do it together.
Both of us sat by the fire, looking intently at nothing, our faces as blank as the wall that stared back at us.
It was a special moment.
Maybe we should adopt a kid.
Robert Rath is a freelance writer, novelist, and researcher based in Austin, Texas. You can follow his exploits at RobWritesPulp.com or on Twitter at @RobWritesPulp.
http://www.escapistmagazine.com/art...calintel/10056-Desperate-Housewives-of-Skyrim
Comments Thread:
This is why I prefer Bioware games.
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My god, the emotion and depth you went into ... it was, beautiful.
OT: Yeah this by far, is the biggest flaw for me in Skyrim. The fact you could finally get married to a character and not be alone- only for it to be a dull, robotic love that never developed between characters (yours and the NPC that you've married) ... it killed the purpose for me.
I'm a romantic, so hearing the news made my heart leap. I wondered about how advanced the system was to marry, and when first playing Skyrim it instantly became my favorite game of all time. Well, not as much as Dead Space is for me but of all time regardless. The marriage thing however, once I did get married and realized how little to nothing there was to do with your spouse .............. it made me depressed. I know it's a virtual game, but for Skyrim to be lacking so much on an aspect dealing with marriage (which is a complex thing filled with many emotional stages to behold), they failed hard accomplishing what could of made marriage very likable especially because you could marry almost anyone.
I married Aela the Huntress, and honestly she became .. a dud. Nothing about her sparked any interests, unlike the previous adventures I shared with her that made me grow to adore her- it all died out when she sat around saying things over and over that didn't seem like she meant the word's true meanings. Eventually I decided to have her go hunt with me, and that's all she is now ... a partner. Not really a wife but an NPC to accompany me so I don't feel to lonely in the huge world that has so much promise and addictive fun to explore. At least Bioware has Mass Effect and I have Tali to seek out. Of course, in real life I have a perfect girlfriend so thank GOD she's nothing like Skyrim wives. Life would be so meaningless if not dead inside of hollow-shelled wives and husbands. Luckily we're more complex then that, so get to better mechanics for marriages Bethesda!
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Yup. I married one of the twin companion brothers - the longer haired one - no don't say his name. He became a shell of his former self. I'd ruined him. I thought if I lived in Whiterun he'd spend time with them while I was gone and all would be well and... no. It wasn't. He opened some shop - which I couldn't believe mad a profit because the poor kid is like a box of rocks and... it was just awful. I decided then and there, with that first character: never again. All my following characters have remained steadfastly single - though I imagine an occasional toss in a tent comes up now and then with traveling companions.
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Bethesda: Extra dialogue and story roles DLC for Skyrim. NAU.
Seriously, I could plan that out. Honestly, it's easy:
Go through and add about nineteen or so extra lines for each marriable character (It's not that much).
For fighting spouses, have them come forward with a mission connected to their backstory or character arc that the player can help them with at some point in the game.
For non-fighting spouses, have them, I don't know, get kidnapped and need rescuing or something. Yeah, that could work. In fact, it would really add to the whole classic fantasy-epic feel of TES games: what's more "Authentic fantasy" then killing a dragon? Rescuing a damsel in distress.
BOOM. That's about five months of work by my best guess, and PEOPLE WOULD BUY IT.
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Ahh yes, my marriage is also not a happy one in Skyrim. Vilkas and I... we were in love once. When I first joined him and The Companions, he wasn't sure I could make it which made me all the more determined. We went everywhere together when I eventually got on his good side. We travelled all across Skyrim together, through ruins, through towns, to Dragon lairs and bandit lairs. He would always rush to defend me. We were so in love. Then one day I wore that Amulet of Mara and instantly he told me he would love to marry me and so we got married. It was such a happy union, I wore my nicest dress to the wedding and he looked so handsome, so happy. We lived happily in Whiterun for a while, but then we agreed to move to Solitude.
That's when things went downhill. I suppose I'm partly to blame for leaving so often, but he couldn't travel with me anymore, he wanted to set up a shop. I missed him greatly on all my adventures and would look forward to coming home to him. He'd greet me with a smile and give me my share of the money from the shop. Then after a while it got awkward. I saw no evidence of a shop. Not once. But he kept giving me more and more money, I was becoming the wealthiest woman in Skyrim. He was never there in the entrance hall anymore when I got home, in fact I always come home and find him in the basement. Not actually doing anything, just standing in a corner with his back to me. I just don't understand. I think he is doing something dodgy to get the money he gives me, I think he has started gambling with unfavourable people. I don't know what to do anymore, he isn't the Vilkas I knew and fell in love with! Yet I can't find it in me to leave him, I know this is my fault for leaving him all the time. But he knew it would be like this, but that doesn't make it easier to handle.