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The Story Of Aerin. (My Skyrim Wood Elf)Aerin Was Born And Raised In Woodhearth, Valenwood By Her Parents, Godagoth And Belfina. She Spent Her Childhood Playing And Exploring The Woods That Surrounded Woodhearth With Her Friends. One Day, When She Was 10 Years Old, She Was Playing With Her Friends Like Always, But While They Were, She Encountered A Saber Cat, It Scratched Her On The Side Of Her Face, And Was Gotta Make Her It's Meal, But Her Father Came And Saved Her By Killing It And Got Her Home Safely. 6 Years Later, She Was Living A Normal Life With Her Parents, Hunting With Her Father, Helping Her Mother With Chores, That Kind Of Thing. Then One Day, A Thalmor Wizard And Some Soldiers Came Into Town And Were Drafting Young Male And Female Bosmer Into The Aldmeri Army. Aerin Was One Of The Few Drafted. She Was Trained For 3-4 Months, But She Didn't Like It, She Didn't Want To Serve In The Aldmeri Army, She Just Wanted A Simple Life Back Home. Plus, She Didn't Agree With Their Views. So One Night, She Snuck Out Of The TraThe Story Of Aerin. (My Skyrim Wood Elf) by MLP-Black-Knight
Blood (Magic)'s Honour - ch. 2Night fell, and Shevawna wasted no time hunting down and skinning some animals. She didn't really have the tools for the job, but every Forsworn knew how to improvise. So it was she soon had a tent good to go, and some furs to sleep on, and a little campfire and some improvised stakes hammered round the outskirts of her camp. It wasn't home and the wolf's heads on spikes weren't the same as Spriggan heads and goat's heads, but it was the nearest she was going to get. She'd gathered some alchemy ingredients too, could probably get some sort of alchemy set up going, maybe sort herself out with some potions. She'd need some more arrows too, these Imperial ones wouldn't last long.Blood (Magic)'s Honour - ch. 2 by ms-katonic
So her physical needs were met... but all the same, she was lonely. No one ever got lonely on a Forsworn camp. No one ever left you alone for long on a Forsworn camp. Certainly not when you had a niece and nephew, only toddlers really but they loved her to pieces. &
Blood (Magic)'s Honour - ch. 1Summary: When a young Forsworn is cast out from her tribe, her only option seems to be heading east into Skyrim. Initially intending to survive out in the wilds as only a Reachwoman can, her plans take on an abrupt change of direction when circumstances conspire to fling her first into a dragon attack alongside a young Altmer also alone in a strange land, and after that, into the very bastion of the Nordic heartland as she finds herself fallen in with the Companions of Ysgramor... who turn out to have old magic of their own that she never expected.Blood (Magic)'s Honour - ch. 1 by ms-katonic
A misunderstanding, she'd told them. She wasn't trying to cross the border – she wasn't trying to go anywhere. She was just minding her own business, going for a walk in the woods.
They hadn't believed her. Worse, one of them had just finished a tour of duty in the Reach and recognised her clothes and weapons instantly.
They'd disarmed her, tied her hands and slung her on the back of the cart with the othe