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Zeyelden, that's the name we gave our precious city long ago in the first era. Founded on our own ideas, apart from our race that was to be punished by the gods and forgotten to the world, in a land we could no longer safely call our home. We didn't agree with their ideas and we didn't agree with their decision to allow that mortal race which would become the Nords. We were very young at the time, rebellious. In the end that was our salvation, to turn from our elders and go our own way while our fathers fought with theirs and they would die, what little was left of them would be driven underground, all out of an uneasy fear. But that is how they choose to lead what was once our own people. We didn't agree and before the continent-wide massacre we had escaped and made friends with another human race, one that would become merged into our own. Not simply like the race that would become known as the Bretons, but something different, like the Deep ones the Dwemer. Yet while they focused on their strange and wondrous contraptions, unwitting the gods would be their undoing, we focused on art and changing ourselves, our very race, one that would take many eras to accomplish. No books about us exist outside of our sanctuary from the world, we kept it so. For many eras we focused our little group and grew it, secrecy but to a select few who would accept us and accept our rules. We give them sanctuary here should they earn it, but of all who we have accepted into our oasis, not one was a Nord. And this is where our story begins, with one of our own grandchildren who possesses the stubbornness as we have all those era's ago.
And it begins in a little town called Whiterun.
Chapter 1: Olgrulf and the Bandits
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"BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP! Ahh now THETS sum fine mead!" Belched an overweight drunken nord. He was quite a fat slob who on all accounts had to be one of the most disgusting, most pathetic Nord short of a beggar. The amber colored mead dripped freely from his red bushy beard and made him resemble someone drooling profusely from just waking up. "WENCH! I DEMAND E-NUTHER!" It was amazing for as loudly and often that he yelled that his rotten, loose front teeth didn't fall out when he did so. His balding scalp gave way to spagetti-like strands of grey brown hair and he smelled far worse than a skeever that just rolled around in swine feces.
"My name is not wench, it's Saadia!" spoke the very attractive Redguard woman whom Hulda found under rather mysterious circumstances. Saadia rolled her eyes and instead of fulfilling the belching drunkard's wishes, went behind the counter where Hulda stood so the counter could act as some kind of barrier while Saadia attempted to grab the drunk’s flagon. "You've had too much already and you owe us a hefty tab as is. Pay your tab and leave, Olgrulf!"
This made Olgrulf quite angry at first but his anger quickly dissipated, replaced with a wide very sadistic lustful smile. He shoved the flagon that Saadia was reaching for aside and was quick to grab her arm and pull her hard into the table to bring her face right up to his nasty huge zit covered face. “I Prefer mah wemenz pale and quiet-like, bet fer yah I’ll meck ahn exceptun!” He spat out, the more the disgusting drunkard talked the more his disgusting saliva spewed out of his mouth mixed with the remnants of ale. Saadia’s face became drenched in it and she had to close her eyes in order to avoid getting any of the disgusting liquid in them as well. Her other hand gripped a sharp bottle opener located underneath the counter.
“That’s enough Olgrulf, I’ve already contacted the guard, I suggest you pay up and let Saadia go then get out, you’ve overstayed your welcome!” Hulda angrily exclaimed however she kept her distance from helping Saadia get free considering Olgrulf became known in a short time in the area to be short tempered and extremely violent.
Ogrulf cocked his head, his eyes temporarily left ogling Saadia’s breasts to stare straight at Hulda and scoffed at her. “Shut yer mouth wemun! Sides no wemun shud own eny likkur joint, tis a MAN UNLY preffeshun!” Both he and his buddies let out a few agreeing chuckles with each other, Ogrulf obviously being their disgusting fat leader. “Sides I rekkun yall dun deserv this ere tavern, yall are jes sum trollups thet gut this ere stablishmunt frem yer Man wen e’ die.”
The following slap felt like it vibrated the entire grounds of The Banned Mare. Even the sexist “oven-seeking” disgusting bard Mikael, a typical lazy Nord boy who thinks himself a man for having sex with every single female he sees fit, place down his lute to check out the commotion.
Saadia was half tempted to spit in his face while she was at it. The initial shock of being hit was enough for Ogrulf to let release his grip slightly and Saadia was able to quickly pull away and grab a towel to wipe off her drenched face.
“YEW BLOODY TROLLUP! YER GOING TO PAY FOR THAT, WHEN ME AN MAH BOYS BE DUN WIT YEW, NUT EVEN ARKAY KEN REKONIZE YER BODAY!” He slammed his chairs out of the way while his buddies quickly gathered behind him. He reached for his weapon which was little more than a wooden club with a few metal spikes on it, complimenting his ugly caveman look so very typical of barbicans.
“Pfft, what a crybaby”
Ogrulf’s in his rage quickly turned to the source of this voice. His buddies as well as the tavern regulars followed his sight to a lone female figure clothed in hooden robes of far more extravagant detail than any priest or mage was seen wearing. Even from a distance one could tell her skin to be fair and light with very distinct silver lips as if one painted the color of the moon right on them.
“What did yew sey wench?!” Ogrulf demanded and walked a few steps from the bar and flexed his shoulders while cracking his neck, a usual signal that one is prepared for a good melee fight.
“On top of being a complete slob, you lack any form of manners and it’s amazing you progressed through life so far that age causes you to bald. You can’t get more ale so you whine and moan then you grab a lady you feel is far weaker than you but yet you still can’t get sex even if you were paying. You smell worse than any pigskin and one would think you just blew a big one in your oversized adult diaper. It’s amazing disease hasn’t claimed your pitiful life by now. On top of it you are so ugly that when placed next to common plains Giant you would make him the winner of a beauty pageant by default. You’re warty face makes you look like a spider has laid her eggs all over them and they appear fit to burst. Even worse your weapon is so pitiful it’s like you found it in the forest and glue some spare shrapnel to them, so very pathetic.” Her multi-colored eyes barely glanced at him while she looked over at his so called men. “Hide armor? One can barely classify what you so called men wear as armor, it barely covers anything a tavern maid wears more clothing. It’s amazing the cold weather hasn’t caused what you deem your precious gems to fall clean off”
“Yer lucky yew be a purty one, ruther then kut yer mouth cleen off I rekkun eet be put to bettur use.” Ogrulf spoke and he came closer to this mysterious silver-lipped vixen.
“You come any closer and neither you or your so called boys can ever call themselves men again.” She stated while displaying quick prowess with a very fancy dagger that looked like it was made of pure silver yet had diamonds, rubies and a few emeralds engraved into the hilt. The dagger looked more ceremonial than anything feasible as a weapon. It was also thin and very sharp and in terms of appearance put even the elven and glass daggers to shame.
Ogrulf briefly took his eyes from this strange disrespectful hooded female to look at her fancy dagger, “En I be taken that there purty nife of yers, could fetch a purty price round these parts I rekkun.” And with that he charged like a rapid raging lunatic. He swung his sad little wooden club much like a toddler swings one of their toys. His fighting style was exceedingly sloppy. His boys quickly backed their boss up some of them using weapons far better than their boss. One, who was dressed in leather armor carried a nice steel sword that the silver lipped woman could tell could do significantly more damage than the wooden club. The thrust from his sword was enough to make a clean cut through a large stone Flagon when it missed the hooded girl. However it did get partially stuck in the wooden table which allowed her to hit him with a needle laced with a paralyzing sleeping potion which took him out of the fight.
Because 2 of the 6 minions of Ogrulf were too focused on her, they didn’t see their buddy knocked unconscious by the hooded girl and they tripped over him and fell, slamming into another table this one having a bowl of fresh cabbages in it. The bowl tipped over and the cabbages rolled off hitting 1 of the thugs where it hurts most, in the nuts. The other thug got hit by a cabbage on a pressure point to the right of his jugular vein, temporarily making him grasp for air before rendering him too unconscious. The nimble cloaked girl was quick to dart these two with her fine needles which resembled hair clasps that most non-Nord female fancy nobles would place in their hair. This left 3 minions and Ogrulf himself left standing.
Believing that the four of them cornered the mysterious girl with the silver lips between the inner stone walls of the Banned Mare, in its side kitchen between its cooking spit and the food prep table, Ogrulf ordered 2 of his men one with a red Mohawk and the other with a blue goatee to go one way using his arms and nodding while his buddy with a buzzed cut tried to strategically place themselves between the doorway to the buildings main room and the side door. “Looks like yer outta room gurlee, best giv up now, an ey promise yew tat puunishmant will be quick nut slow!” He smiled reveiling very disgusting teeth.
Her multicolored eyes showed little to no emotion save for the dagger she pulled out of its sheath. “I’m so sorry my dear it looks like I have to sully you, do not worry I shall clean you and make sure your edge is sharp by the end of the day.” And with that she kissed the tip of the dagger’s tang while holding on to the hilt. Without even looking at the buzz cut thug, she threw the dagger and it ended up impalling buzz-cut man’s hand to the wall before unleashing its shock and light enchantment, causing the electrified thug to glow, a fair warning that this particular dagger is not to be confused with a typical “ornamental” useless dagger.
Ogrulf swung his useless wooden mace however the silver lipped girl leaped up and was able to do a triple flip in mid air by tucking her legs to her body and holding them with her arms. She landed on a set of stone mugs balancing herself with just the tips of her big toes. Then much like a flamingo of warmer, wetter lands, she lifted one knee up and spread her fingers before fiddling with what seemed like nothing. “You two should duck” And she proceeded to do a long pulling motion. The 3 bandits that she previously stuck with those paralyzing needles actually had near invisible strong line to them and they were pulled with the string.
She immediately jumped and swung horizontally across one of the thick cast iron bars belonging to the cooking spit in order to avoid the 3 bandit bodies that came flying through the door way knocking red Mohawk and blue goatee to the floor leaving only Ogrulf, spitting with rage as that of a tired bull who couldn’t swat an annoying bee of his nose. He failed to realize that she had hit him with 3 paralyzing needles after having hit the remainder of his men with them. His adrenaline alone was countering the affect the poison was having.
For the first time she was actually impressed with something about this disgusting ogre of a man, and his name didn’t help this generalization either. Not many can resist the poison, it wouldn’t matter though. Due to his consecutive drinking day after day and being consistently lazy and having no disregard for his personal looks but believes all the ladies he wishes to bed must be gorgeous, he also has very little stamina to keep up the adrenaline for any length of time. The problem was is the building they were currently occupying as well as the amount of people in it made fighting very difficult in the tiny quarters. Nope she would have to use something different.
While she was considering her options, Olgrulf reached for the dagger she had previously threw that paralyzed one of his men. He never got within arm’s reach of it. Using the similar strong line, she pulled her precious dagger back to her. “Poor Samantha, how dare you come near her” and she paused fighting to wipe the blade clean of the blood with a soft non scratch cloth that one would make a baby blanket out of.
“YEW STOOPID B-“ He never got a chance to finish that all too pitiful derogative sentence. In the middle of charging her again, Olgrulf slipped over one of the fallen dishes and it sent him flying so he landed face first into the stone wall just right of the doorway leading into the main room where the silver lipped girl was standing.
She casually walked over to the counter where Hulda and Saadia were standing. Now that the thugs were unconscious and on the floor Hulda felt a bit brave. She began scolding the silver lipped girl for the giant mess but the silver lipped girl simply dropped a huge coin purse full of many septims. Regardless Hulda, being a typical Nord, began making racial comments “Most of us would call someone we regard with suspicion as being a milk drinker, in your case you looked like you were bathed in it.”
Without even flinching the silver lipped girl looked upon Hulda with those strange, beautiful multi-colored eyes. “A simple thank you would suffice though…” She said looking upon the damages “How are you going to describe yourself when the guards walk in, you –DID- say a bunch of men were being disruptive and needed to be handled to guards correct? I see no such thing” Hulda first looked confused then was about to make another comment, typical of cowards that don’t contribute to the fight and yap at those who have saved them though not without damages, quickly replaced that scoffed look with one of utter shock.
The poison used on those needles was no ordinary poison. For it changed all of the thugs genders to female but not only that altered their appearance to make them all attractive. In the case of Olgrulf, his new appearance was that of one very attractive orc one whose lips could close over the teeth and resemble almost high elfish but with a greenish tint skin and buff muscles. The idea of this poison was to make male rapists become very attractive females so they may experience the same pain they have inflicted unto women yet unto themselves with all the pain that brings from being ridiculed form a pregnancy forced upon them by the act which leads them to being segregated and ridiculed, labeled as a prostitute and all the names following.
The poison was secretly developed by members of the silver lipped girl’s race who secretly disguised themselves as members of the main human and elven races during the Alessian Rebellian of the first century. It was designed to make those horrible male Aldmeri overlords feel the same pain they inflicted onto the servant girls unto themselves. At the time there was no cure, however following an accumulation of knowledge of members of the silver lipped girls home, one was made in later years and both the recipe of the poison and the cure are guarded as a close secret.
In short the thugs were female now. This was when the Whiterun guard finally stormed in to find out about the commotion. Took them long enough despite the fact the fight itself lasted just short of five minutes yet the initial verbal assaults as well as the attack on Saadia lasted a good time before.
When questioned by the guards, some of the regulars tried fabricated their own version of events trying to make them the heroes. However each of their stories were centered around the thugs being a gang of males that were causing trouble. The unconscious 7 on the floor, 1 leader 6 minions, were all female though and none of them could explain it. However they all pointed to the mysterious cloaked silver lipped girl with the multi-colored eyes.
The guards approached her then especially with Hulda’s thankless pestering that the color of the girls skin alone was abnormal and that she had something to do with the whole thing.
Just then members of the Companions entered the Banned Mare. The sound of a very interesting fight attracted them, as well with several guards storming the place. Along with a very attractive, rugged long hair man named Farkas and his equally attractive brother Vilkas. With them walked in a rugged woman dressed in ancient nord armor and is considered deadly with a bow. Aela was soon followed by an odd small breasted nord with autumn red leaves colored hair and light freckles.
“Dovahkin,” Stated the silver lipped woman the newest member of the companions, “I have been waiting a long time to finally meet you.”
~~To be continued~~
"My name is not wench, it's Saadia!" spoke the very attractive Redguard woman whom Hulda found under rather mysterious circumstances. Saadia rolled her eyes and instead of fulfilling the belching drunkard's wishes, went behind the counter where Hulda stood so the counter could act as some kind of barrier while Saadia attempted to grab the drunk’s flagon. "You've had too much already and you owe us a hefty tab as is. Pay your tab and leave, Olgrulf!"
This made Olgrulf quite angry at first but his anger quickly dissipated, replaced with a wide very sadistic lustful smile. He shoved the flagon that Saadia was reaching for aside and was quick to grab her arm and pull her hard into the table to bring her face right up to his nasty huge zit covered face. “I Prefer mah wemenz pale and quiet-like, bet fer yah I’ll meck ahn exceptun!” He spat out, the more the disgusting drunkard talked the more his disgusting saliva spewed out of his mouth mixed with the remnants of ale. Saadia’s face became drenched in it and she had to close her eyes in order to avoid getting any of the disgusting liquid in them as well. Her other hand gripped a sharp bottle opener located underneath the counter.
“That’s enough Olgrulf, I’ve already contacted the guard, I suggest you pay up and let Saadia go then get out, you’ve overstayed your welcome!” Hulda angrily exclaimed however she kept her distance from helping Saadia get free considering Olgrulf became known in a short time in the area to be short tempered and extremely violent.
Ogrulf cocked his head, his eyes temporarily left ogling Saadia’s breasts to stare straight at Hulda and scoffed at her. “Shut yer mouth wemun! Sides no wemun shud own eny likkur joint, tis a MAN UNLY preffeshun!” Both he and his buddies let out a few agreeing chuckles with each other, Ogrulf obviously being their disgusting fat leader. “Sides I rekkun yall dun deserv this ere tavern, yall are jes sum trollups thet gut this ere stablishmunt frem yer Man wen e’ die.”
The following slap felt like it vibrated the entire grounds of The Banned Mare. Even the sexist “oven-seeking” disgusting bard Mikael, a typical lazy Nord boy who thinks himself a man for having sex with every single female he sees fit, place down his lute to check out the commotion.
Saadia was half tempted to spit in his face while she was at it. The initial shock of being hit was enough for Ogrulf to let release his grip slightly and Saadia was able to quickly pull away and grab a towel to wipe off her drenched face.
“YEW BLOODY TROLLUP! YER GOING TO PAY FOR THAT, WHEN ME AN MAH BOYS BE DUN WIT YEW, NUT EVEN ARKAY KEN REKONIZE YER BODAY!” He slammed his chairs out of the way while his buddies quickly gathered behind him. He reached for his weapon which was little more than a wooden club with a few metal spikes on it, complimenting his ugly caveman look so very typical of barbicans.
“Pfft, what a crybaby”
Ogrulf’s in his rage quickly turned to the source of this voice. His buddies as well as the tavern regulars followed his sight to a lone female figure clothed in hooden robes of far more extravagant detail than any priest or mage was seen wearing. Even from a distance one could tell her skin to be fair and light with very distinct silver lips as if one painted the color of the moon right on them.
“What did yew sey wench?!” Ogrulf demanded and walked a few steps from the bar and flexed his shoulders while cracking his neck, a usual signal that one is prepared for a good melee fight.
“On top of being a complete slob, you lack any form of manners and it’s amazing you progressed through life so far that age causes you to bald. You can’t get more ale so you whine and moan then you grab a lady you feel is far weaker than you but yet you still can’t get sex even if you were paying. You smell worse than any pigskin and one would think you just blew a big one in your oversized adult diaper. It’s amazing disease hasn’t claimed your pitiful life by now. On top of it you are so ugly that when placed next to common plains Giant you would make him the winner of a beauty pageant by default. You’re warty face makes you look like a spider has laid her eggs all over them and they appear fit to burst. Even worse your weapon is so pitiful it’s like you found it in the forest and glue some spare shrapnel to them, so very pathetic.” Her multi-colored eyes barely glanced at him while she looked over at his so called men. “Hide armor? One can barely classify what you so called men wear as armor, it barely covers anything a tavern maid wears more clothing. It’s amazing the cold weather hasn’t caused what you deem your precious gems to fall clean off”
“Yer lucky yew be a purty one, ruther then kut yer mouth cleen off I rekkun eet be put to bettur use.” Ogrulf spoke and he came closer to this mysterious silver-lipped vixen.
“You come any closer and neither you or your so called boys can ever call themselves men again.” She stated while displaying quick prowess with a very fancy dagger that looked like it was made of pure silver yet had diamonds, rubies and a few emeralds engraved into the hilt. The dagger looked more ceremonial than anything feasible as a weapon. It was also thin and very sharp and in terms of appearance put even the elven and glass daggers to shame.
Ogrulf briefly took his eyes from this strange disrespectful hooded female to look at her fancy dagger, “En I be taken that there purty nife of yers, could fetch a purty price round these parts I rekkun.” And with that he charged like a rapid raging lunatic. He swung his sad little wooden club much like a toddler swings one of their toys. His fighting style was exceedingly sloppy. His boys quickly backed their boss up some of them using weapons far better than their boss. One, who was dressed in leather armor carried a nice steel sword that the silver lipped woman could tell could do significantly more damage than the wooden club. The thrust from his sword was enough to make a clean cut through a large stone Flagon when it missed the hooded girl. However it did get partially stuck in the wooden table which allowed her to hit him with a needle laced with a paralyzing sleeping potion which took him out of the fight.
Because 2 of the 6 minions of Ogrulf were too focused on her, they didn’t see their buddy knocked unconscious by the hooded girl and they tripped over him and fell, slamming into another table this one having a bowl of fresh cabbages in it. The bowl tipped over and the cabbages rolled off hitting 1 of the thugs where it hurts most, in the nuts. The other thug got hit by a cabbage on a pressure point to the right of his jugular vein, temporarily making him grasp for air before rendering him too unconscious. The nimble cloaked girl was quick to dart these two with her fine needles which resembled hair clasps that most non-Nord female fancy nobles would place in their hair. This left 3 minions and Ogrulf himself left standing.
Believing that the four of them cornered the mysterious girl with the silver lips between the inner stone walls of the Banned Mare, in its side kitchen between its cooking spit and the food prep table, Ogrulf ordered 2 of his men one with a red Mohawk and the other with a blue goatee to go one way using his arms and nodding while his buddy with a buzzed cut tried to strategically place themselves between the doorway to the buildings main room and the side door. “Looks like yer outta room gurlee, best giv up now, an ey promise yew tat puunishmant will be quick nut slow!” He smiled reveiling very disgusting teeth.
Her multicolored eyes showed little to no emotion save for the dagger she pulled out of its sheath. “I’m so sorry my dear it looks like I have to sully you, do not worry I shall clean you and make sure your edge is sharp by the end of the day.” And with that she kissed the tip of the dagger’s tang while holding on to the hilt. Without even looking at the buzz cut thug, she threw the dagger and it ended up impalling buzz-cut man’s hand to the wall before unleashing its shock and light enchantment, causing the electrified thug to glow, a fair warning that this particular dagger is not to be confused with a typical “ornamental” useless dagger.
Ogrulf swung his useless wooden mace however the silver lipped girl leaped up and was able to do a triple flip in mid air by tucking her legs to her body and holding them with her arms. She landed on a set of stone mugs balancing herself with just the tips of her big toes. Then much like a flamingo of warmer, wetter lands, she lifted one knee up and spread her fingers before fiddling with what seemed like nothing. “You two should duck” And she proceeded to do a long pulling motion. The 3 bandits that she previously stuck with those paralyzing needles actually had near invisible strong line to them and they were pulled with the string.
She immediately jumped and swung horizontally across one of the thick cast iron bars belonging to the cooking spit in order to avoid the 3 bandit bodies that came flying through the door way knocking red Mohawk and blue goatee to the floor leaving only Ogrulf, spitting with rage as that of a tired bull who couldn’t swat an annoying bee of his nose. He failed to realize that she had hit him with 3 paralyzing needles after having hit the remainder of his men with them. His adrenaline alone was countering the affect the poison was having.
For the first time she was actually impressed with something about this disgusting ogre of a man, and his name didn’t help this generalization either. Not many can resist the poison, it wouldn’t matter though. Due to his consecutive drinking day after day and being consistently lazy and having no disregard for his personal looks but believes all the ladies he wishes to bed must be gorgeous, he also has very little stamina to keep up the adrenaline for any length of time. The problem was is the building they were currently occupying as well as the amount of people in it made fighting very difficult in the tiny quarters. Nope she would have to use something different.
While she was considering her options, Olgrulf reached for the dagger she had previously threw that paralyzed one of his men. He never got within arm’s reach of it. Using the similar strong line, she pulled her precious dagger back to her. “Poor Samantha, how dare you come near her” and she paused fighting to wipe the blade clean of the blood with a soft non scratch cloth that one would make a baby blanket out of.
“YEW STOOPID B-“ He never got a chance to finish that all too pitiful derogative sentence. In the middle of charging her again, Olgrulf slipped over one of the fallen dishes and it sent him flying so he landed face first into the stone wall just right of the doorway leading into the main room where the silver lipped girl was standing.
She casually walked over to the counter where Hulda and Saadia were standing. Now that the thugs were unconscious and on the floor Hulda felt a bit brave. She began scolding the silver lipped girl for the giant mess but the silver lipped girl simply dropped a huge coin purse full of many septims. Regardless Hulda, being a typical Nord, began making racial comments “Most of us would call someone we regard with suspicion as being a milk drinker, in your case you looked like you were bathed in it.”
Without even flinching the silver lipped girl looked upon Hulda with those strange, beautiful multi-colored eyes. “A simple thank you would suffice though…” She said looking upon the damages “How are you going to describe yourself when the guards walk in, you –DID- say a bunch of men were being disruptive and needed to be handled to guards correct? I see no such thing” Hulda first looked confused then was about to make another comment, typical of cowards that don’t contribute to the fight and yap at those who have saved them though not without damages, quickly replaced that scoffed look with one of utter shock.
The poison used on those needles was no ordinary poison. For it changed all of the thugs genders to female but not only that altered their appearance to make them all attractive. In the case of Olgrulf, his new appearance was that of one very attractive orc one whose lips could close over the teeth and resemble almost high elfish but with a greenish tint skin and buff muscles. The idea of this poison was to make male rapists become very attractive females so they may experience the same pain they have inflicted unto women yet unto themselves with all the pain that brings from being ridiculed form a pregnancy forced upon them by the act which leads them to being segregated and ridiculed, labeled as a prostitute and all the names following.
The poison was secretly developed by members of the silver lipped girl’s race who secretly disguised themselves as members of the main human and elven races during the Alessian Rebellian of the first century. It was designed to make those horrible male Aldmeri overlords feel the same pain they inflicted onto the servant girls unto themselves. At the time there was no cure, however following an accumulation of knowledge of members of the silver lipped girls home, one was made in later years and both the recipe of the poison and the cure are guarded as a close secret.
In short the thugs were female now. This was when the Whiterun guard finally stormed in to find out about the commotion. Took them long enough despite the fact the fight itself lasted just short of five minutes yet the initial verbal assaults as well as the attack on Saadia lasted a good time before.
When questioned by the guards, some of the regulars tried fabricated their own version of events trying to make them the heroes. However each of their stories were centered around the thugs being a gang of males that were causing trouble. The unconscious 7 on the floor, 1 leader 6 minions, were all female though and none of them could explain it. However they all pointed to the mysterious cloaked silver lipped girl with the multi-colored eyes.
The guards approached her then especially with Hulda’s thankless pestering that the color of the girls skin alone was abnormal and that she had something to do with the whole thing.
Just then members of the Companions entered the Banned Mare. The sound of a very interesting fight attracted them, as well with several guards storming the place. Along with a very attractive, rugged long hair man named Farkas and his equally attractive brother Vilkas. With them walked in a rugged woman dressed in ancient nord armor and is considered deadly with a bow. Aela was soon followed by an odd small breasted nord with autumn red leaves colored hair and light freckles.
“Dovahkin,” Stated the silver lipped woman the newest member of the companions, “I have been waiting a long time to finally meet you.”
~~To be continued~~
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The female Nord with the hair of autumn leaves looked upon this strange elven-ish woman and raised an eyebrow. Her companions stood in front of her protectively, quick to not trust a strange looking elf.
“You do not smell like anyone I have met and your clothes are beyond strange” Aela half growled.
“You mentioned Dovahkin, there hasn’t been a dragon blood since Martin Septim sacrificed himself 200 years ago to stop the Oblivion Crisis” Vilkas spoke, the smarter of the two twin brothers.
Before any of the companions could speak the silver lipped elven woman spoke “Vilkas and Farkas, my you two have grown and become exceptionally handsome human males.” In front of their eyes she took her bloodied dagger and wiped it with a soft, embroidered silken cloth she took out from her odd and intricate robed-armor. “Please before you two say anything else, I wish to speak with Kodlak. For there is much to disguss, especially since I caught you before you have absorbed your first dragon soul.” She then went over the bodies and through the kitchen to leave out the side door with the quad of companion nords following close behind.
Farkas moved a bit faster than usual, faster than Aela. He caught up to her just as she reached the gaint doors of Jorrvaskr. “Aela’s right, you smell funny, and you know a lot for a stranger.” He said this while being so close he was somewhat pinning her between him and the door.
“And you smell like a wet dog. You would be a much cuter puppy should you take a bath for a change.” She said and quickly slipped inside the mead hall of the companions. She whisked past the younger members of the companions, made easier since Athis and Njada were in another duel. Her cloaked figure did get the notice of a pair of old wrinkly eyes belonging to that of Vignar Grey-Mane. He watched her lithe form hop over the railing and go towards the basement. He also watched her being followed closely by Aela, the twins, and the new whelp.
“It can’t be” he said to himself, and walked after the group.
….
Down below Kodlak was in the midst of an argument with Skjor. Lately Kodlak, known as the harbinger, had dreams and desires of ridding himself of his wolf blood. Kodlak had long earned the honour of that position as well as the respect that went naturally with it. Kodlak, like most of the circle, was a werewolf and had been so for a very long time. In his older age though, he grew wearier especially after contracting the Rot. In the past year he increased his search for a cure from Hircine’s curse.
“I’m telling you there is no better glory than the hunt, the increased sense in smell, the feel of your prey being shredded by your claws. Why do you insist on giving that up?” Skjor went on, in yet another futile attempt to convince Kodlak to cease his desire of curing himself of Lycanthropy.
“While I do not deny the temptation that comes with this, I do yearn for a better death of where my soul can rest. I long for the halls of Ysgramor, not the forest of Hircine.” Kodlak stated.
“You were always a truly honorable man, tis rare to find that in a Nord. If Sovngarde is what you seek, then I know you shall find a way to enter its golden gates” Both men turned to face the silver lipped woman who finally removed her hood to expose her long violet-silver hair and really pale skin. She moved her flowing locks away from her elven ears, the tips landing in long fur-like hairs that matched the color of her hair. “It’s been a long time Kodlak. Hello Skjor” She gave a half hesitant smile.
“Aelein…” Kodlak shifted in his chair to get a better look at the pale elf he had half hoped not to see again, “I thought you had returned home, or wherever that is for you”
“I thought the wilds would of claimed you long ago” Skjor snarled.
“I grew up in the wilds, Skjor. You should be thankful that the years passed have allowed many to forget how you were found in the first place.”
By this time Aela, Farkas, Vilkas, and Andrea whom Aelein had previously referred to as Dovahkin, had caught up to the elf.
Vilkas eyes widened a bit as the site of her stirred up a memory, a vague and not very clear memory. He almost missed Aela walking past him in a somewhat rush.
“You know this one, harbringer?” Aela looked confused, “Her scent is unknown to me.”
“Aye child, this was before your time…” Kodlak started only to be interrupted by Vignar who just then came into the room,
“Aye most of you were naught but pups. Twas before the war too” He approached and gave a grand big smile for Aelein, “Hello Aelein.”
“Vignar…time has not been kind to you” She said with a look of disgust and then threw him a pouch that contained a small, old Cyrodillic-like whine bottle filled with a blueish liquid. “Heh, I’ll leave you all to get reacquainted, I’m going to go enjoy this now.”
Andrea as well as the younger circle members looked all a bit confused. “Is he skipping?” Farkas cocked his head curiously, never seeing the old man that exited about anything before.
“He never grew up I see” Aelein frowned.
“Just what was in that bottle?” Asked Vilkas, “Smelled like ale, but the color is not any I have seen before”
“It’s a really strong liquer” Skjor stated, “Many of the previous companions would fight over it. Her people make it, really strong and really good. However,” he clenched his fist tightly “Not one of us were able to recreat it in any of the breweries”
Aelein turned her attention to Skjor “I told you long ago, no Nord will be able to make it. Out of any human I have met only two have ever come close. Brother and sister, one a pure vinter the other a cross between an Alchemist and a Vinter. However their 399 is still truly a wonder. Both redguards though, amazing.”
“Why are you here?” Kodlak asked plainly. Though he did have a sense of distrust, he also knew whenever she showed up she always seem to arrive with strange news and it was usually not very good. “You told us long ago you wouldn’t be able to return until…”
“The twins are grown and the dragonborn comes.” Aelein finished while polishing her dagger. She then looked at Andrea, “Her to be precise, but it seems as I have arrived slightly early.”
Kodlak looked to at the new whelp he had just allowed into the Companions not more than 2 hours ago. After a quick spare match and some brief introductions, as well as having the younger Circle take care of tours and what not, he had sent them over to The banned Mare after receiving reports of trouble. He then widend his eyes a bit and then realized that the spark he saw in the whelp’s eyes was a power soon to be releasing itself as the destiny to do so drew very close. He grew a bit sad when next he looked at Aelein. He noticed the forlorn look on her face when she looked down the hall towards Jergen’s old room, which was now being used by both Farkas and Vilkas. Kodlak wanted to comment on this but knew he should hold it until the twins weren’t within earshot.
Aelein noticed this too and instead approached Kodlak pullying out a leather bound journal tied with a small leather strip and handed it to Kodlak.
“What’s this?” He asked opening it. His eyes widened in shock a little when he read some of the first lines before quickly looking up at her. She was now standing over him and leaned in to his ear and whispered low enough so the twins couldn’t hear “Please, consider it a payment for helping raise them, the twins” she then looked at the two twins and smiled. You could almost visibly see Vilkas’s human “fur” ruffle while Farkas cocked a confused eybrow and tilted his head.
“I need to head to Dragonsreach,” stated Andrea, “Alvor asked me to speak to the Jarl on his behalf, It’s the least I can do after he gave me food and a bed to rest in” She stated to Kodlak, he nodded in agreement.
“I’ll go with you, I think you are going to require my aid.” Offered Aeliein, “Besides, I’m sure you three half a lot of questions for your elders.” Aela glared at Aelein and looked upon the elf with the most suspicion. And with that the elf followed Andrea out of the room.
…
While on the way to Dragonsreach despite Andrea’s protests about her following, Aelein was quick to cloak herself up once more. She was quick to put on some gold color paint so that she resembled an altmer. In the process, she added a bit more color to the most visible parts of her hair.
Andrea cocked an eyebrow and without even looking at the newest companion, Aelein spoke. “The elder companions are the only ones who know my secret outside of my clan. However I know theirs to. The world thinks the Nords killed off all of us and what were left were changed. However there were those of us that survived and evolved. I can freely tell you this because you will eventually be joining me, going there. After such a long time, my exile may now be over.”
…
“Exile?” Even Vilkas, known as the brains of the twins, was confused.
“Indeed. She was exiled from her clan, which she described to us of mostly magic users, magic that the majority of Tamriel forgot. Magic that attracted the Psjiic Order, more powerful than the Aldmeri Dominion.” Kodlak began.
“However they are no ordinary mages. They are not weak.” Skjor spoke, “We would of kept it a secret from you had she not came back.”
“Agreed, they are not weak at all.” Kodlak had a worried look in eye that bothered even Aela, “Their primary patron is Kynareth, and they honor all of the nine divines. Not one of them worships daedra.”
“But what are they? She was no ordinary elf. Too pale for a dark elf, too tall and fair for a wood elf, and too white for a high elf…” Farkas stated
…
“We are Snow Elves and human Akaviri that turned from our original ways and views. We changed and evolved, rather quickly with the passing of time. We became an entirely different race. Not simply like the Bretons, the man-mer. Not all of us were killed by Ysgramor, the betrayer and demon of Altmora, nor did all the survivors become the Falmer.” Aelein spoke
“The snow elves died out long ago! And the human Akaviri were all eaten by the snake people!”
“In a sense that is true however some of the pure-blood mother race survive to this day. I am only generation 3, and 550 years old. When I say we evolved, we evolved. We age far slower than other elves. Some of us are blessed to retain the knowledge of the past and prepare for the future, those are chosen directly by Kynareth and Akatosh. They no longer age after their blessing, and like dragons become frozen in time, forever to ride its currents.”
…
“Dovahmer. Dragon Elves.” Kodlak stated plainly.
“DEMON OF ALTMORA?!” Aela loudly exclaimed, barely able to hear the rest, “HOW DARE SHE SPEAK OF OUR FOUNDER, HONOURABLE YSGRAMOR, OUR PATRON IN SUCH A WAY!!”
“And Wuuthrad?” Vilkas asked. For the weapon was used by Ysgramor himself in killing the Snow elves. Yet today it was in pieces and the companions mission to find all the pieces so it could eventually be restored.
“Destroyed by them,” Skjor stated and at the same time punching the nearby wall, “During the Oblivion Crisis, Before Martin Septim’s sacrifice. And then spread all over Skyrim.”
Before the angry young circle members could respond, Kodlak spoke again.
“Aelein was not part of that group. She does, however, know who was and who lead them. I saw the truth in her eyes when we confronted her about it shortly after realizing her secret. She said if we could defeat her in combat, no matter what form we took or how we did it, she would tell us.”
Skjor then continued, “It was the only battle up until this point in time that I saw Kodlak loose. We all lost, even in the form of Hircine’s children.”
“Heh, a pitiful snow elf? We can beat her…” Began Farkas, but was cut by Kodlak.
“DRAGON Elf” Kodlak said with emphasis on ‘dragon’ “She became one of them, and showed us a form of Kynareth that the Nords shunned off long ago back when many more of us suffered the curse of Machoism.”
“You expect us to believe she turned into a dragon, a thing of legend?” Scoffed Aela, who despite the fact she and everyone else harbored respect for Kodlak the thought of a snow elf alive AND with the ability to become a beast of legend was just maddening to comprehend.
“Long ago we both thought that, but then they returned. The dragons have returned. Helgen was lost to a big black one…” Skjor spoke.
…
“Alduin..” Aelein spoke, “World eater, scourge of Sovnguarde, devourer of the living and the mortal dead. His refuge, Sovnguarde, the one place of Aetherius reserved almost solely for the Nords.”
“Almost solely?” Asked Andrea.
“Dragonborns have always been the exception and they were almost always Imperial, though the very first was Nedic. Blessed Alessia first of the dragonborn, brief mistress of Akatosh and the one who introduced the eight divines, now nine, to the world. She was forgotten by the Nords who even butchered the dovah speech to exclude important women throughout history. Not even Kynareth, who gave mortal kind the gift of the voice, was exempt from their feminine purge.”
With that description both Andrea and Aelein stopped in front of the large double doors leading to Dragonsreach home of Jarl Balgruuf the Greater. “I have said too much for now, Dovahkin. I shall wait for you here, the quest you receive here will be one of your most important. Please hurry.”
And with that she jumped the wooden fench that kept most from falling into the small pond kept on the exterior of Dragonsreach. Andrea opened the doors and went inside.
Aelein then took a few, brief moments of quiet meditative peace while she washed her silver jeweled dagger in the water…
End of Chapter 2.
“You do not smell like anyone I have met and your clothes are beyond strange” Aela half growled.
“You mentioned Dovahkin, there hasn’t been a dragon blood since Martin Septim sacrificed himself 200 years ago to stop the Oblivion Crisis” Vilkas spoke, the smarter of the two twin brothers.
Before any of the companions could speak the silver lipped elven woman spoke “Vilkas and Farkas, my you two have grown and become exceptionally handsome human males.” In front of their eyes she took her bloodied dagger and wiped it with a soft, embroidered silken cloth she took out from her odd and intricate robed-armor. “Please before you two say anything else, I wish to speak with Kodlak. For there is much to disguss, especially since I caught you before you have absorbed your first dragon soul.” She then went over the bodies and through the kitchen to leave out the side door with the quad of companion nords following close behind.
Farkas moved a bit faster than usual, faster than Aela. He caught up to her just as she reached the gaint doors of Jorrvaskr. “Aela’s right, you smell funny, and you know a lot for a stranger.” He said this while being so close he was somewhat pinning her between him and the door.
“And you smell like a wet dog. You would be a much cuter puppy should you take a bath for a change.” She said and quickly slipped inside the mead hall of the companions. She whisked past the younger members of the companions, made easier since Athis and Njada were in another duel. Her cloaked figure did get the notice of a pair of old wrinkly eyes belonging to that of Vignar Grey-Mane. He watched her lithe form hop over the railing and go towards the basement. He also watched her being followed closely by Aela, the twins, and the new whelp.
“It can’t be” he said to himself, and walked after the group.
….
Down below Kodlak was in the midst of an argument with Skjor. Lately Kodlak, known as the harbinger, had dreams and desires of ridding himself of his wolf blood. Kodlak had long earned the honour of that position as well as the respect that went naturally with it. Kodlak, like most of the circle, was a werewolf and had been so for a very long time. In his older age though, he grew wearier especially after contracting the Rot. In the past year he increased his search for a cure from Hircine’s curse.
“I’m telling you there is no better glory than the hunt, the increased sense in smell, the feel of your prey being shredded by your claws. Why do you insist on giving that up?” Skjor went on, in yet another futile attempt to convince Kodlak to cease his desire of curing himself of Lycanthropy.
“While I do not deny the temptation that comes with this, I do yearn for a better death of where my soul can rest. I long for the halls of Ysgramor, not the forest of Hircine.” Kodlak stated.
“You were always a truly honorable man, tis rare to find that in a Nord. If Sovngarde is what you seek, then I know you shall find a way to enter its golden gates” Both men turned to face the silver lipped woman who finally removed her hood to expose her long violet-silver hair and really pale skin. She moved her flowing locks away from her elven ears, the tips landing in long fur-like hairs that matched the color of her hair. “It’s been a long time Kodlak. Hello Skjor” She gave a half hesitant smile.
“Aelein…” Kodlak shifted in his chair to get a better look at the pale elf he had half hoped not to see again, “I thought you had returned home, or wherever that is for you”
“I thought the wilds would of claimed you long ago” Skjor snarled.
“I grew up in the wilds, Skjor. You should be thankful that the years passed have allowed many to forget how you were found in the first place.”
By this time Aela, Farkas, Vilkas, and Andrea whom Aelein had previously referred to as Dovahkin, had caught up to the elf.
Vilkas eyes widened a bit as the site of her stirred up a memory, a vague and not very clear memory. He almost missed Aela walking past him in a somewhat rush.
“You know this one, harbringer?” Aela looked confused, “Her scent is unknown to me.”
“Aye child, this was before your time…” Kodlak started only to be interrupted by Vignar who just then came into the room,
“Aye most of you were naught but pups. Twas before the war too” He approached and gave a grand big smile for Aelein, “Hello Aelein.”
“Vignar…time has not been kind to you” She said with a look of disgust and then threw him a pouch that contained a small, old Cyrodillic-like whine bottle filled with a blueish liquid. “Heh, I’ll leave you all to get reacquainted, I’m going to go enjoy this now.”
Andrea as well as the younger circle members looked all a bit confused. “Is he skipping?” Farkas cocked his head curiously, never seeing the old man that exited about anything before.
“He never grew up I see” Aelein frowned.
“Just what was in that bottle?” Asked Vilkas, “Smelled like ale, but the color is not any I have seen before”
“It’s a really strong liquer” Skjor stated, “Many of the previous companions would fight over it. Her people make it, really strong and really good. However,” he clenched his fist tightly “Not one of us were able to recreat it in any of the breweries”
Aelein turned her attention to Skjor “I told you long ago, no Nord will be able to make it. Out of any human I have met only two have ever come close. Brother and sister, one a pure vinter the other a cross between an Alchemist and a Vinter. However their 399 is still truly a wonder. Both redguards though, amazing.”
“Why are you here?” Kodlak asked plainly. Though he did have a sense of distrust, he also knew whenever she showed up she always seem to arrive with strange news and it was usually not very good. “You told us long ago you wouldn’t be able to return until…”
“The twins are grown and the dragonborn comes.” Aelein finished while polishing her dagger. She then looked at Andrea, “Her to be precise, but it seems as I have arrived slightly early.”
Kodlak looked to at the new whelp he had just allowed into the Companions not more than 2 hours ago. After a quick spare match and some brief introductions, as well as having the younger Circle take care of tours and what not, he had sent them over to The banned Mare after receiving reports of trouble. He then widend his eyes a bit and then realized that the spark he saw in the whelp’s eyes was a power soon to be releasing itself as the destiny to do so drew very close. He grew a bit sad when next he looked at Aelein. He noticed the forlorn look on her face when she looked down the hall towards Jergen’s old room, which was now being used by both Farkas and Vilkas. Kodlak wanted to comment on this but knew he should hold it until the twins weren’t within earshot.
Aelein noticed this too and instead approached Kodlak pullying out a leather bound journal tied with a small leather strip and handed it to Kodlak.
“What’s this?” He asked opening it. His eyes widened in shock a little when he read some of the first lines before quickly looking up at her. She was now standing over him and leaned in to his ear and whispered low enough so the twins couldn’t hear “Please, consider it a payment for helping raise them, the twins” she then looked at the two twins and smiled. You could almost visibly see Vilkas’s human “fur” ruffle while Farkas cocked a confused eybrow and tilted his head.
“I need to head to Dragonsreach,” stated Andrea, “Alvor asked me to speak to the Jarl on his behalf, It’s the least I can do after he gave me food and a bed to rest in” She stated to Kodlak, he nodded in agreement.
“I’ll go with you, I think you are going to require my aid.” Offered Aeliein, “Besides, I’m sure you three half a lot of questions for your elders.” Aela glared at Aelein and looked upon the elf with the most suspicion. And with that the elf followed Andrea out of the room.
…
While on the way to Dragonsreach despite Andrea’s protests about her following, Aelein was quick to cloak herself up once more. She was quick to put on some gold color paint so that she resembled an altmer. In the process, she added a bit more color to the most visible parts of her hair.
Andrea cocked an eyebrow and without even looking at the newest companion, Aelein spoke. “The elder companions are the only ones who know my secret outside of my clan. However I know theirs to. The world thinks the Nords killed off all of us and what were left were changed. However there were those of us that survived and evolved. I can freely tell you this because you will eventually be joining me, going there. After such a long time, my exile may now be over.”
…
“Exile?” Even Vilkas, known as the brains of the twins, was confused.
“Indeed. She was exiled from her clan, which she described to us of mostly magic users, magic that the majority of Tamriel forgot. Magic that attracted the Psjiic Order, more powerful than the Aldmeri Dominion.” Kodlak began.
“However they are no ordinary mages. They are not weak.” Skjor spoke, “We would of kept it a secret from you had she not came back.”
“Agreed, they are not weak at all.” Kodlak had a worried look in eye that bothered even Aela, “Their primary patron is Kynareth, and they honor all of the nine divines. Not one of them worships daedra.”
“But what are they? She was no ordinary elf. Too pale for a dark elf, too tall and fair for a wood elf, and too white for a high elf…” Farkas stated
…
“We are Snow Elves and human Akaviri that turned from our original ways and views. We changed and evolved, rather quickly with the passing of time. We became an entirely different race. Not simply like the Bretons, the man-mer. Not all of us were killed by Ysgramor, the betrayer and demon of Altmora, nor did all the survivors become the Falmer.” Aelein spoke
“The snow elves died out long ago! And the human Akaviri were all eaten by the snake people!”
“In a sense that is true however some of the pure-blood mother race survive to this day. I am only generation 3, and 550 years old. When I say we evolved, we evolved. We age far slower than other elves. Some of us are blessed to retain the knowledge of the past and prepare for the future, those are chosen directly by Kynareth and Akatosh. They no longer age after their blessing, and like dragons become frozen in time, forever to ride its currents.”
…
“Dovahmer. Dragon Elves.” Kodlak stated plainly.
“DEMON OF ALTMORA?!” Aela loudly exclaimed, barely able to hear the rest, “HOW DARE SHE SPEAK OF OUR FOUNDER, HONOURABLE YSGRAMOR, OUR PATRON IN SUCH A WAY!!”
“And Wuuthrad?” Vilkas asked. For the weapon was used by Ysgramor himself in killing the Snow elves. Yet today it was in pieces and the companions mission to find all the pieces so it could eventually be restored.
“Destroyed by them,” Skjor stated and at the same time punching the nearby wall, “During the Oblivion Crisis, Before Martin Septim’s sacrifice. And then spread all over Skyrim.”
Before the angry young circle members could respond, Kodlak spoke again.
“Aelein was not part of that group. She does, however, know who was and who lead them. I saw the truth in her eyes when we confronted her about it shortly after realizing her secret. She said if we could defeat her in combat, no matter what form we took or how we did it, she would tell us.”
Skjor then continued, “It was the only battle up until this point in time that I saw Kodlak loose. We all lost, even in the form of Hircine’s children.”
“Heh, a pitiful snow elf? We can beat her…” Began Farkas, but was cut by Kodlak.
“DRAGON Elf” Kodlak said with emphasis on ‘dragon’ “She became one of them, and showed us a form of Kynareth that the Nords shunned off long ago back when many more of us suffered the curse of Machoism.”
“You expect us to believe she turned into a dragon, a thing of legend?” Scoffed Aela, who despite the fact she and everyone else harbored respect for Kodlak the thought of a snow elf alive AND with the ability to become a beast of legend was just maddening to comprehend.
“Long ago we both thought that, but then they returned. The dragons have returned. Helgen was lost to a big black one…” Skjor spoke.
…
“Alduin..” Aelein spoke, “World eater, scourge of Sovnguarde, devourer of the living and the mortal dead. His refuge, Sovnguarde, the one place of Aetherius reserved almost solely for the Nords.”
“Almost solely?” Asked Andrea.
“Dragonborns have always been the exception and they were almost always Imperial, though the very first was Nedic. Blessed Alessia first of the dragonborn, brief mistress of Akatosh and the one who introduced the eight divines, now nine, to the world. She was forgotten by the Nords who even butchered the dovah speech to exclude important women throughout history. Not even Kynareth, who gave mortal kind the gift of the voice, was exempt from their feminine purge.”
With that description both Andrea and Aelein stopped in front of the large double doors leading to Dragonsreach home of Jarl Balgruuf the Greater. “I have said too much for now, Dovahkin. I shall wait for you here, the quest you receive here will be one of your most important. Please hurry.”
And with that she jumped the wooden fench that kept most from falling into the small pond kept on the exterior of Dragonsreach. Andrea opened the doors and went inside.
Aelein then took a few, brief moments of quiet meditative peace while she washed her silver jeweled dagger in the water…
End of Chapter 2.
Chapter 4: First Soul! Greybeard's Call!
We all know what happened from there. The Dovahkiin got sent to High Hrothar, our Dovahmer Aelein right there with her. However due to a troublemaking Redguard and 2 troublemaking Nords, we could only watch as Sithis himself sent one of his Zeyelden-Only daughters to Skyrim. Our magnificent hidden city began to stir and it was if the spirits themselves could feel the change. The divines spoke to us then and wished for one of our own, a trained fighter and hunter, to leave Zeyelden and follow. Unlike the Dark Brotherhood found Just about everywhere in Tamriel save for Morrowind, Zeyelden’s own unique children of Sithis are a darker, more violent lot. Our children of Sithis are ones to be respected, and they earned that over the years not once needed a so called ‘Purification’. We have foolishly allowed some of our own to make that mistake once in our complacency, and it cost us dearly. After her exile, we knew we made a horrible choice one that she herself had warned us by. We can only hope time and the presence of the Dovahkiin can ease her heart and allow her to begin to feel love again and forgive us. And we can only hope the Dovahkiin can save us. We bring you back to our story, this time to High Hrothgar after our Heroes journey up the 7,000 steps.
Chapter 5: Blood Orchids and A Taste of Kyne
Chapter 6: The Story behind Aelein’s Exile Part 1
Chapter 6: The Story behind Aelein’s Exile Part 2
Very inthralling story!
