With the exception of the charming asshole Marcurio, who serves as Steward of Windstad Manor, Amalthea employs only females to her service. (She’s building an army of crazy bitches. Soon the whole of Nirn will be fucking begging the World-Eater to just go ahead and devour them, please.) This dynamic can lead to all sorts of fun and interesting situations.
Such as the time when Amalthea was engaged in Steward/homestead logistics and wound up looking like the lead singer of a barbarian girl band.
When she became a Thane of Falkreath, Amalthea was granted the services of the Housecarl Rayya, a sister Redguard and fellow fierce warrior-woman. (Doesn’t that just roll off the tongue?)
Amalthea immediately appointed her Steward of Heljarchen Hall, and upheld the Redguard warrior’s dignity by changing her into a more appropriate outfit for working around the house.
One day, Amalthea stopped in at Lakeview Manor, where the lovely Lydia serves as Steward. Imagine our heroine’s surprise when she was greeted by this sight (courtesy of some glitch I incurred, probably by being awesome).
“I’d like you to put some clothes on, you goddamn harlot!”
Amalthea is not known for being a forgiving (or caring, or generous, or sane) mistress. Lydia’s transgression earned her some quality time on the hard, cold stone floor.
Don’t pout so. This builds character!
Amalthea dug the aesthetic, but she was convinced that it could be improved upon. So, with filthy ideas floating like bloated bodies in the bog of her sadistic brain, she made her way to Proudspire Manor and its doll-pretty Housecarl, Jordis the Sword-Maiden.
Jordis had done nothing to upset our dear Dragonborn, but Amalthea eschews outdated, sentimental concepts like “cause-and-effect” and “fairness.” She led Jordis into the most appropriate room of the manor – for a woman – and was pleased to see that this was, indeed, an improvement on the original.
A moderately useful kitchen appliance.
pretty girls kill things 