User blog:K'eth, Undercover Agent/White Horn Skyrim WWYD.

Prompt:(For skyrim players only. If you know the game, you're welcome to try) You are the dohvakiin. While traveling through the snowy mountains around windhelm, you heard a woman's cry for help. You rush to the source and saw a strange being who have a lower body of a deer and an upper body of a lady and she's being chased by group of high elves with elven armor (seems to be the ones from the thalmor embassy ) "don't let her get away!!" Their leader shouted and one of them got an arrow shot through one of her legs bringing the deer woman down.

What's your next move?

(P.S. please use your skyrim avatar for this scenario if you have any)

(Edit: please add your avatar spec: race, level, skills if you have a skyrim avatar)

(Name: Kye'aleth, Race: High Elf, Gender: Female, Level: 87, Skills: EVERYTHING IS 100...I play way too much.)

Kye'aleth watches without emotion from her cowl and dragonskull helmet. She slowly takes out Torment the legendary bow gathered from the corpses of Old King Shadow and it's guardians. Notches a bound arrow formed from the bow and without any stress, releases the string for the bow. The arrow with master skill and grace, pierces one of the soldier's heart that was about to strike down the strange women.

One catches sight of the type of arrow used and goes pale with horror. "EVERYBODY! SHE'S HERE RU-" He falls silent as another arrow strikes it's mark and the thalmor thuds to the ground, blood bleeding the snow red. The others quickly get the hint and take off running. Of course, not one to leave unsatisfied, Kye'aleth notches another arrow, fires, another dead thalmor. Notch, fire, dead, repeat.

Out of the 15 thalmor that went in trying to brutalize the unknown, none were spared. The women watches in fear and horror as she sees the elves get so effortlessly taken down by the clad in bones psychopath, said women tries to back away from her when she approaches. But the wound is too great for the deer-women and so she sniffles and looks away, hoping that this being will just leave her alone...or at the very least, grant her a quick death.

"Your hurt..." A almost completely emotionless breaks the sound of constant snow fall...the women looks up to the High Elf with fear. Kye'aleth doesn't say anything as she prepares a restoration spell on the White Horn, who winces when she feels the gaulents touch her fur...but sighs when the pain all but melts away to nothing. The White Horn quickly staggers back from the High Elf, who in turn looks at her in confusion...but such a expression is only made with eyes as that is what the White Horn can only see of this being's face. Before the High Elf can get out another word, the White Horn gallops away, hoping to meet their emotionless savior on better terms.

Kye'aleth tries to raise her hand to stop the strange girl, but it is for naught as she doesn't see it...

A couple seconds pass, the White Horn long gone, but Kye'aleth still stands there, not caring for the brutal cold, as that feeling has already passed when she...transcended into lichdom...

A smirk plays on both the illusion mantaining her form and the lich herself...maybe there are new things to be found in this world afterall...She would find this being again, and learn from it...For herself and her master Hermaeus Mora.

It is getting quite late and best she be off, as playtime is over for her...back to Apocrypha...for now.