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A Girl of No Consequence: Chapter 1A Girl of No Consequence: Chapter 1 by Lesliewifeofbath
Esme Caulderon was a girl of no consequence, blown to and fro by the winds of chance. She was the middle daughter of five children born to a tavern keeper and a failed mage. She was a nobody with a bleak future lingering just over the horizon. But she had something, a spark of the divine and was blessed with a fateful mixture of curiosity and cunning that would pull her away from the path of drudgery and lead her to a destiny far beyond anyone’s reckoning.
This is the story of how a girl with every disadvantage wound up in small, blood-spattered shack in the bogs of Morthal.
The soft spring light filtered into the small room that Esme shared with her younger sister Sara. It was early, the sun had barely peaked over the horizon, but already she could hear it. She tried putting a pillow over her head, but Haelga, her mother, had a voice that could bend steel.
“This was all that you could get?” Haelga’s voice
Lost and Found"Tell me again where we're going, lass?"Lost and Found by The13thBlackCat
Mrrsizha chuckled. "I never told you in the first place, Brynjolf." He grunted irritably in response and she shot him a grin over her shoulder. "You'll see."
He exhaled softly, an exasperated not-quite-sigh, but didn't push, and for that Mrrsizha was grateful. She hadn't told Brynjolf their destination for a reason: she didn't think he'd be very happy about it.
The Khajiit's ears perked as they rounded the cliff and she stopped short, holding up a hand. Brynjolf made a questioning sound, stopping just behind her. "Lass?"
"The lantern." Mrrsizha didn't carry a lantern--she didn't need one, even in the blackest of nights--but Brynjolf did, lacking her feline night-vision. Oh, he could see well enough in the dark--any thief worth their salt could--but he preferred not to impair his vision in the wilds, if he could help it. It was all too easy for Skyrim's wildlife to sneak up on you in the dark.
He didn't answer her, but after a moment the light fr
Pack Bonds It had been six days. The Underforge had echoed with noise for two: at first just the occasional snarl or groan, then hoarse whimpering, and now the rough, sobbing cries of his Shield-Brother.Pack Bonds by The13thBlackCat
He had lasted longer than anyone expected.
Someone had seen something in the woods of Whiterun hold: something that had put the city on alert. The word "werewolf" had been murmured more than once in the past few days. The Companions were careful, of course, to never be seen in their beast forms, at least not near their home: Farkas doubted one of them had been caught. But something had, and it made things...difficult.
Likely, it would all die down in due time, and so long as the Companions were careful not to look guilty, nobody would be any wiser. After all, this had happened before--most recently, when Sondas had first been changed and escaped before they could catch him--and they always managed. It had been worst for Aela: she wasn't like the rest of t
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True to her word, Mrrsizha woke shortly after the sun had risen, and had to nearly drag Fadali out of bed. She was about to give up and leave the elf behind when, grumbling, Fadali finally fought her off and declared that she was awake, already.
Mrrsizha rather doubted it, but she didn’t argue.
Fadali was much quieter when she was tired, it seemed, since she barely said a word as they started off on the road towards Windhelm. She was quiet all morning, in fact, until they stopped in Shor’s Stone around midday; when they were leaving, the elf finally cleared her throat. Mrrsizha looked back at her, ears pricking.
“I have to ask. What’s with the bag?”
Mrrsizha blinked in silence at the question, unsure how to answer. Fadali nodded to her hip, and she looked down, realizing what she meant.