User blog:Redknight910/WWYD White Horn/Skyrim A lost anonymous

(Redguard, fem, 80, HA, OH, Marksman, Restoration, Blacksmish, Enchanting)

I ready my crossbow, letting off a single bolt into the mage leader. The next goes through the one who shot the centaur. The third one spots me before I can load a third, and throws a fireball at me. I roll to the side, my bone armour taking the brunt of the blow.

I draw my sword and dagger, Mage End and Life Eater, and approach the last thalmor. I sidestep his swing and jam Life Eater into his side, runnning Mage End through his throat. I pull my blades out and let him collapse. Sheathing my blades I approach the centaur, not having seen one before, I'm somewhat hesitant.

She's cowering before me, and I take my helmet off, revealing a scar running over my blinded left eye. I kneel next to her, looking at her leg. Looking back up at her, I smile, telling her I mean no harm. Indeed, I use healing hands to restore the wound. She looks at her leg, then at me.

"Th-thank you. Those... those people pulled me through a portal, then tried to kill me when I wouldn't do as they said." Portal? Is she a daedra?

"What's a  daedra ?" Blinking a few times, I ask what her home is like, who leads the realm she's from?

"Um, well, the most powerful woman is the demon lord. She lives in her palace and spends all day with her husband." Hmm, sounds like Sanguine, but the lack of a mention of alchohol is suspicious. Perhaps a pocket realm?

In any case I can't exactly take a suspected daedra into a town, even if she does  seem  harmless. I decide to take her to my home in the Pale, since that's the nearest safe place I can think of.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">We arrive a day later, the familiar setting of the house a welcome sight. As we've travelled I've gotten to know much more about her home. It sounds almost like nirn, except for the creatures that inhabit it. I'm starting to doubt she is a daedra, but I still don't know how a summoning ritual could pull someone from an entirely separate realm.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">I enter the house, not keeping any staff here since  my true dwelling is in the swamps of Hjaalmarch. I apologise for the amount of dust on everything, I haven't been here in quite some time. I set about lighting the hearth with some wood and a burst of fire.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"No, it's fine." She says, wandering around the place. I then remember the alchemy garden I had prepared here. Entering the greenhouse I sigh, no plants in sight. Good, I didn't need this strange woman trying to taste a poison garden. I ask her what she eats.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Oh, I'm not fussy, though I do like winter grass and berries." I'm sure I've got something in my pack. setting up the pot I make up a couple of bowls of vegetable stew, handing one to her. We eat in companionable silence, the only sound of the wind outside and the fire crackling merrily in the hearth.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">After we're done I collect the bowls and set them aside for washing later. My current concern is where she can sleep. She wouldn't exactly fit in a normal bed, though there are a few bales of hay outside. I could grab one or two and find a space for her.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Oh that would be lovely, but you don't have to." Nonsense. She's my guest, and it's the least I could do after she was pulled from her home by mystical forces. Going back outside in my black robe, I grab two bales and drag them inside. Spreading them out in a clear spot I ask if it's enough.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Plenty. Thank you." She then proceeds to get comfortable. I go up to the bedroom to sleep myself.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">The next morning I wake to the sound of hooves clacking against the stone floor. Getting up I go downstairs to see my new friend cooking something over the fire. When she notices me she gives me a warm smile. "Good morning." She says as she puts some sugar into the pot. I greet her and ask what she's cooking.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Just some breakfast. It should be ready soon. Nodding I go down to the basement, and the forge I have there. Preparing some of the ebony I have I start making a bow, working it into a flexible state while I try and thread a wire. As I'm working I hear my friends voice call that the porridge is ready. With a smile I grab the finished bow and make my way back to the main room.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">The porridge is deicious, sweet and just thick enough. When we're done I present her with the bow. She looks at it, then at me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“What’s this for?” I explain the current situation of the world, with Stormcloak remnants, bandits and what few dragons remain, on top of the usual monsters running about, she’ll need something to protect herself with.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Oh… Oh my. This world sounds so dangerous.” I nod, it isn’t exactly all moonsugar and rainbows. I ask if she can use the bow, or if I need to teach her. “I’ve used a bow a few times, but… I think you could teach me a bit.” With a warm smile I nod, going out to set up a training course. We train for as long as I can handle, before going back inside to warm up by the fire.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Thank you for everything, really. If I can ever pay you back for all this, please, let me know.” I nod, telling her if she needs someone to help her get used to the place, I go all over Skyrim dealing with bandits, mages and other pests.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“I think that would be a great idea.” With that, and another bowl of hot soup, we set out, my newest travelling companion and myself, out on the search for the next adventure.