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How you meet pt. 3

Lydia

Everything is too much right now. You just had to fight a dragon, absorbed its soul somehow, got yelled at from old monks on top of a mountain, and now everyone is calling you ‘the Dragonborn’. Your head is still reeling from it all as Jarl Balgruuf announces that you’re the new thane of Whiterun. You’re rendered speechless. A thane, like a hero? So many new titles, so many new expectations. “I’ve appointed Lydia to be your new housecarl…” Balgruuf’s voice fades to white noise. Your mind continues to race, anxiety taking hold in your chest. You make out some kind of dismissal from the Jarl, and you immediately start making your way out of Dragonsreach. You needed some air. The doors gets closer and closer until a firm hand on your shoulder stops you in your tracks. You almost jump out your skin and turn to face a tall nord woman. “The Jarl appointed me to be your new housecarl.” She gives a tight lipped smile, until she notices the turmoil on your face. Her grip on your shoulder softens and her smile turns softer and more genuine, “It’s an honour to serve you my thane.”

Teldryn Sero

After a long day of trying to figure out who this Mirrak guy is, you decide to take a break and get something to eat. A drink sounds nice too. Walking around Solstheim was brutal on your legs and lungs. You dust off as much ash from your clothes as you can before opening the tavern doors. The smell of food instantly reaches your nose, and you can hear your stomach growl worse than any beast you’ve faced. You hurry down the stairs and order the best sounding food on the menu. Once you get your plate you scan the room for a quiet place to sit, finding none, you head back up the stairs. It’s much quieter up here and you spot a few empty seats by the fireplace. As you make your way there a man in chitin armour catches your attention. He clears his throat, “The best swordsman in all Morrowind is at your service… for the right price.” You fight the urge to roll your eyes at the clearly rehearsed line. You pay him no mind and sit down at a table. As you’re eating you start thinking about Mirrak and the monsters that littered Solstheim, and how could you forget about the ash. You glance back at the chitin clad man, you needed a guide. You turn in your seat, “You’re hired!”

Serana

You stared second guessing if the Dawnguard was a good idea when you came across the decimated Hall of Vigilants. Even more so when you got into the crypt and Tolan was dead after a last stand against the vampires. Now you’re watching as what seems to be the leader of the group kill another Vigilant. You frown at the scene, but keep your distance and keep watching. They walk onto the giant circular platform in the middle of the cavern. You notch an arrow and fire straight into the head of the lead vampire, and watch as after a second his head bursts into flames. You had gotten way better at enchanting things. You did the same for the other two that lingered. You make your way to the platform, and loot the corpses of your victims before focusing on a pedestal in the dead middle of the platform. You look around to see if that’s all there is to it, a big ominous button. You shrug when you see nothing else and full palm press the button. Searing pain shoots through your hand as a blade pierces through it and retracts as soon as it came. You curse loudly as you use a healing spell. You look around and now there’s a glowing purple puzzle to solve. It takes a good fifteen to twenty minutes it finally push all of the stone pedestals into place. The floors shook with movement and the pedestal in the middle rises, revealing a sarcophagus. You brace yourself to fight as you open it. You expect a draugr or a skeleton, but instead a beautiful woman stumbles out. You instinctively flinch to catch her, but stop yourself as you’re still wary. She stands up, “Unh… Where is… Who sent you here?”

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I can finally post this

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This made me play again

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How you meet PT.2

Hello everyone! My last post had been in my drafts for a long time… so I hope my writing has improved. If you want, please let me know if you like the longer more detailed versions of these or the short and sweet ones? Thanks for reading :)

Fennorian: You were attempting to complete a contract for the Dark Brotherhood, and the location was Western Skyrim. Solitude to be exact. The Nords didn’t really preform the Black Sacrament that often, since the aren’t ones to shy away from violence, so this wasn’t common ground for you. As you made your way through the city you heard commotion towards the Blue Palace. Curiosity got the better of you and you went closer to investigate, but before you even got close some lunatic almost ran you over in their haste. Figuring they were the cause of the disturbance you decided to follow them. You could always finish the contract later. Their trail lead out of the city. You tracked them for quite a ways until their footprints disappeared, into thin air… that was strange. You quickly realized that you were in a marsh, and you could smell smoke. You followed your nose until you spotted a small campsite. Quick to think, you crouched and made your way to the back of the tent. You peaked through the opening and saw a man sitting cross legged while reading some papers sprawled on the ground infront of him. You unsheathed one of your daggers and pounced. You pinned him to the bedroll with your dagger against his throat. You examined his features, a High Elf with… red eyes, unnaturally pale skin, and he was extremely cold to the touch. A vampire. You pressed the knife harder against his neck. It made sense now. The stranger you chased was a vampire, maybe this vampire. The speed in which they ran, the strength to mow down multiple civilians, the foot prints disappearing like the person had vanished into thin air. You’ve dealt with vampires many times before, for contracts and working with assassin’s from different Sanctuaries. You narrow your eyes at the Altmer beneath you, “What happened at the Palace? Why did you run?” You hissed out and tightened your grip on him even more. You know it won’t hurt him, but you also know you’re outmatched in terms of strength. He winced and stared at you in fear and… confusion, “The Palace? The Blue Palace? What are you talking about?!” He exclaimed, fear evident in his eyes. He was stalk still in your grip, “Who are you? I-I haven’t done anything! Please! I’m sorry!” He pleaded. You didn’t expect that. You can’t help but laugh at his reaction. He looked even more confused now. He was telling the truth, you knew that. You got off of him still giggling. He wasn’t like any vampire you’ve ever met. He sat up and looked at you with a steady mix of apprehension and intrigue, “Wait… so… are you going to tell me what happened at the Palace?” He asked, tilting his head. You smirk at his curiosity and obliged as much as you could. You explained what you saw and he informed you of the bigger threat. You gaze at him as he rambles on about a thing called a ‘harrowstorm’ until you realize something. “What’s your name, by the way?” You asked. He looked somewhat startled, “Oh! Where are my manners, I’m Fennorian.”

Darien: You never enjoyed going to Rivenspire, the environment was always so harsh and unwelcoming. You had to complete this job you were hired for, it paid extremely well, so running through the desolate countryside was worth it. However, the noble that hired you was very vague about the location. You were tasked with gathering information, not the good kind, on a commoner somewhere in Shornhelm. At least you didn’t have to fight anyone this time. You had asked some random people around the city, but to no avail. It was getting dark and you wanted to get to the inn before all the rooms were taken. The inn was a bit bigger than you expected, and there were crowds of people drinking in celebration for something. Was it somebody’s birthday? You pushed your way through the people to the innkeeper, however, they were busy taking multiple drink orders from already drunk patrons. You knew it would be a while before you’d be able to talk to the innkeeper, so you managed to find a seat near the back. The chair infront of you was occupied already, but this was the only seat available so you pulled out a book and began to read. The man was pulled from what looked to be some bad thoughts when you had moved to rummage through your bag. He examined you thoughtfully and you did the same over your book. The man was a Breton, which wasn’t surprising since you were in High Rock. He had neatly styled black hair and you had to admit, he was quite handsome. He was wearing dented armour and looked exhausted. However, his expression perked up a bit. “What are you reading?” He asked as he tried to look at the cover of the book for his answer. You felt the corners of your lips twitch up slightly at his interest. You turned the book in your hand to look at the title, “Beggar Prince. It’s a bit dark, but it’s a good read.” You answered and continued to read. He hummed at your statement and started fiddling with his hands. You realized he wanted to keep talking, probably as a distraction, so you fold your book on your finger to keep your place and look around the inn. “What’s the party about?” You questioned, genuinely curious what the fuss was about. He looked around before he spoke, “Oh yeah, that. We liberated Rivenspire from vampires.” He sounded surprisingly disappointed. You tilted your head at his words, “That’s impressive! Shouldn’t that be a happy thing?” You ask. He sighed, “Yeah, that’s why I’m over here. I don’t want to ruin it for everyone.” He said and started to pick at the wooden table. He must’ve seen your questioning look and he continued, “We lost someone. He was a good man too. I just feel like a should’ve done more to help, you know? But anyway, I really don’t want to bring the mood down. Let’s change the subject! I haven’t introduced myself, have I? I’m Darien Gautier.” He rambled and you decided that it would be best to drop it for the time being. You smiled, “It’s nice to meet you Darien.”

Naryu: You needed a break from adventuring for a bit, and so did your horse. Your animal had been huffing and whinnying most of the way. You give them a sympathetic pat on the neck, “I know, but we’re almost there…look you can see the city.” The walk you were at quickly turned into a trot, and you huffed out a laugh. After about ten more minutes you finally reached Balmora. You say goodbye to your horse and pay the stable hand a decent sum to give your steed a luxury vacation. Exhaustion creeps into your bones as you make your way to the inn. You’re about to open the door when someone shoves passed you and barges in. You scowl and open your mouth to say something, but then slowly close it after you realize you have no energy to deal with assholes. A sigh escapes you as you step through the door, and you see the person run up the stairs. The smell of delicious food invades your nostrils and you immediately order something off the menu. You take a seat next to the staircase and start eating and listening. You’re still an adventurer after all, curiosity is only natural. They speak in hushed voices, but you manage to make out something about House Redoran and… the Morag Tong. You raise your eyebrows at the name. You’ve read your history books, and ran in the right- albeit questionable- circles to know who they are. Assassins. You didn’t think they were still operational. All of this easily piqued your curiosity, so you take the sweet roll off you our plate and head back out into the streets. Time to look for a secret hideout. You are practically a pro at finding secret doors at this point, I mean you weren’t an expert adventurer for nothing. You start with the docks. You’ve never really cared if people saw you snooping around, if they wanted to judge you than that’s their problem. You first look at the walls of the canal to see if you can spot some semblance of a secret door, but to no avail. Then you start rummaging through the various barrels and crates that are scattered around the docks. You’re about to abandon a crate when a slip of beige catches your eye. You pick it up and unfold it. Inside is a very cryptic picture of directions pointing to, what looks like, an alleyway next to a tree. You pump a fist in the air at your success. It might not be what you’re looking for, but it’s a secret nonetheless. You make your way to the designated location and easily spot a wooden hatch that’s poorly hidden behind some boxes. As you enter you pray to whatever gods that you don’t find something weird. Just as your feet step off of the latter, a woman’s voice sounds from deeper in the room, “What in the oblivion, how did you get in here?! Please don’t tell me I have to kill you now.” You whip around at towards the voice, a beautiful dunmer is sat on a love seat in a corner. “Um…uh..no I don’t think you’ll have to kill me. I overheard something at the inn so I looked around town for…information, I guess. And-and I found a note with a map on it that lead me here. I thought there was gonna be treasure or something.” You stammer as you’re put on the spot. You didn’t actually expect there to be someone down here. “You aren’t by chance the Morag Tong are you?” You ask, just to see if you actually found what you started of looking for. The dark elf sighs, “I suppose there’s no point in lying, yes I am…you aren’t by chance an sword for hire? I could use someone with your investigative skills for something.” A small smirk grows on her lips, “Naryu, by the way.”

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How you meet

Vilkas

You walked into Jorrvaskr with hope of joining the Companions. You had already met Aela and Farkas while fighting a giant outside Whiterun. Aela greeted you and told you Kodlaks whereabouts. You were a little nervous about meeting him but you brushed aside your feelings and stepped into the room. You where met by two faces, one curious and the other agitated. You suspected that the older of the two was Kodlak but you had to be sure. “Hi…are you Kodlak?” You ask shyly the younger man rolled his eyes, you shot back a disapproving look. “Of course he’s Kodlak.” The younger scoffs. “And who are you?” You ask, a tinge of sass in your voice. “Vilkas.” He states coolly. You glare at him and he glares back. “What brings a stranger to Jorrvaskr?” Kodlak butts in. “My names Y/N and I’m here to join the companions.“

Ralof

When you met Ralof on the way to Helgen, it was only brief, but you liked him. He had great spirit, and tried to make dark times a little lighter by adding some humour to the situation. There was no time exchanging names properly, there can’t be when there’s a DRAGON attacking. You went with Ralof you wouldn’t go with those damn Imperials. When you both made it out of the keep you followed Ralof to Riverwood where he introduced you to Gerdur his sister. She was very welcoming, she gave you some supplies and access to her home. You were walking to Gerdurs house with Ralof, “You know you should join the fight to free Skyrim, we need people like you.“ Ralof mentioned as you walked, “You really think I should, thanks.” You smile and he beamed back. “I’ll consider it.”

Farkas

You walk on the cobblestone path, making your way to Whitrun. Gurdur sent you to tell the Jarl that Riverwood was in danger of a dragon attack. You walk by a couple buildings, paying no mind to your surroundings until you heard a battle cry coming from one of the farmers fields. Three people were fighting a giant, you race over and draw your bow, hitting it straight in the eye. The giant falls over with a thud and the three people look over at you, ones a woman with long red hair, green war paint, and a bow. She comes up to you, “You handle yourself well, you’d make for a decent shield-sister.” She says. “What’s a shield-sister?” You ask curiously. You feel a gaze on your back and take a quick glance over your shoulder, you catch a very handsome man staring. He looks down and scratches the back of his neck with a light blush dusting his cheeks, you give him a small smile which makes him blush more. After Aela explains what a shield sister is and tells you about the companions, you say your goodbyes and hastily walk to the city. As you walk you smile at you feet at the man named Farkas.

Argis the Bulwark

You step out of the Understone Keep in Markarth as the new Thane of the Reach and as the new Thane you have a knew housecarl. You walk up the stone stairs until you reach your secluded home at the top of a hill. You walk through the doors and instantly feel the comforts of a home. Walking farther into the house you hear a man clear his throat making you jump a little. You had never had a man as a housecarl before, this was going to be interesting. You step into the living room area and are greeted by very muscular man who has a tattoo on the side of his face, his left eye was completely white and had a scar across it. Blind, battle wound probably. He gave a small smile and bowed his head, “Pleasure to meet you my Thane.” He says. “The pleasure is all mine,” I grinned, “and you can just call me (Y/N).” I say. His smile grows, “Okay, (Y/N). My name’s Argis.”

Brynjolf

You needed to buy some supplies from the market in Riften. You knew that Riften wasn't the best place to buy things but it was the closest city. When you got to the market square someone approached you from behind making you jump, you turn around and look up. "Haven't done an honest days work for all that coin you're carrying, eh lass." The red haired man in front of you said. "I'm sorry what?" You blink and dumbly look at your pockets. He chuckles a bit which snaps you out of your confused state. Your gaze turns suspicious when you look at him again. “My wealth is none of your business.” He gave another small laugh at that. He looks pretty ordinary, he’s a Nord with long red hair and a beard. He’s actually quite handsome, and he’s dressed proper so you assume he is of high status in Riften. “Actually it is my business, and, you see, I’m searching for someone to do a certain job.”

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Who's your favorite? Mine is Sheogorath!

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My favourite is Hermaeus Mora cuz he’s the least problematic

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POV: I forgot I added a super fast giant mudcrab that can kill you in one hit and pursues you constantly right outside of the starting sewer in Oblivion.

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AKA a coconut crab

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I’m going to write fanfic eventually

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Khajiit does not approve of your shenanigans