#and it works. she wakes up in the cart on the way to helgen. on her way to be prosecuted for crossing the border

[suriliebrothers]

oc stuff in the tags, you know the drill. extreme lorebreaking and wall of text be warned

#i'm gonna talk about farha this time #she's not from tamriel. she is from another dimension/universe entirely #her skyrim arc is an extension of an original storyline that i have for her. it's complicated but i will do my best to explain #okay. farha is an android #she was created in another universe alongside hundreds of others to act as like. soulbound guardians of individual pocket dimensions #called realms for brevity #skyrim is one of these pocket dimensions. so is every other game you've ever played #they are commercialized as immersive vr experiences for unsuspecting consumers who are under the impression that it's all a simulation #so they often cause damage just for fun. that's what guardians are for #the corporation that created them all has untold wealth and technology #operating their main headquarters underground with full protection from the government #anyway #one of farha's very close friends is caught and exiled for falling in love with a human #farha was unsatisfied with the answers she was given and against another friend's wise advice went after classified documents in the archive #now this headquarters is essentially a maze of hallways lined with portals called gates. they lead into different realms #guardians are told that it is impossible to enter a gate that is not their own. that's a lie #farha is caught trespassing/stealing and is chased by security guards. she loses them momentarily in the maze #and makes a split second decision to risk it all and try to run through a random gate #and it works. she wakes up in the cart on the way to helgen. on her way to be prosecuted for crossing the border #though not the border we usually think of. #farha as a person is extremely sweet and kind. she has a clear set of morals and believes firmly in protecting and respecting the land #she is able to make plants grow due to her home realm being very similar and requiring her to be able to do so #she also has fire magic #which before she came to skyrim #she only ever used to light the fireplace. she hates fighting #though she will do it to protect herself #she settles in whiterun and becomes quite skilled as an alchemist #the mechanism for her being dragonborn is a bit different since she wasn't ''born'' #rather there was no dragonborn until farha jumped through the gate #at which point i suppose the gods were like ''okay that one''

[the-drunken-huntsman]

🍋 🍍 🌽 🍰 🍪 🍻 and 🥃 for Anais, Murza, and Dire pls 🥺

🍋: What is your OC's most painful memory?

For Anais, few things could ever compare to coming home one day to her entire family murdered. Having to immediately go on the run from the Thalmor meant it took her a long time to truly process what had happened, that her parents, her siblings, and all the family she'd ever known were all taken from her in one night.

Murza always had a hard time thinking about the day she left Largashbur. That was the most painful for her, until the day she watched her brother die. She often thinks about what would have happened if she had just fought the giant herself like he asked. (I'm gonna finish this fic one day I swear I swear I swear)

Dire's family has worked really hard to make sure his childhood is happy, and he doesn't know the same pain they did, but every now and then he sees a face he thinks he should recognize in his dreams, disappearing into the snow storm, and he wakes up sad.

🍍: Where does your OC feel most comfortable?

Of course being curled up with her husband in a familiar bed in a warm house is a comfort Anais doesn't take for granted, but she does get restless. Sometimes she feels most at peace when she's on the road, under the stars, taking in the natural beauty of the world.

Murza is quite the same, the whole reason she started traveling with Anais in the first place was she was too restless at the college and wanted to put her skills to use.

Dire feels most comfortable at home. Traveling is fun and all, but nothing compares to the familiarity of home to him.

🌽: How does this OC feel about acts of affection? What's their favourite act of affection, physical or emotional?

Giving affection, Anais is all about words of affirmation. She loves her family and she's gonna let them know! Her favorite way to receive affection is physical touch.

Murza just loves quality time. Her favorite thing to do is just read in the comfortably silent presence of her loved ones.

Dire loves to give hugs, even as he gets older he's always a hugger when he's happy.

🍰: What's something your OC counts as unforgivable?

Answered Anais here!

As a necromancer herself, Murza is constantly tiptoeing the line between what's morally acceptable and what's not. So necromancers who just straight up desecrate people's remains without much care (e.g. Vals Veren) and give all necromancers a bad name are always on her shit list.

Dire can forgive a lot but playing a game where the rules are constantly being moved out of your favor are something he despises. If you're going to fuck with someone, at least make it fair.

🍪: What is something that's sentimental to you OC?

The one thing Anais managed to get out of her family's home before she left was her father's bow. She always had it on her person while she was on the run and when she woke up in the cart on the way to Helgen, the first thing she freaked out about was not that she had been arrested, but that the bow was gone. Even with the dragon attacking outside, she still begged Hadvar to take her to where they kept the prisoner's possessions to get it back.

Murza didn't take much with her from the stronghold in the way of happy memories to be nostalgic about. But the first quest she went on with Anais was The Black Star, so the shrine of Azura does hold a special place in her heart.

Dire is too young to be sentimental about anything yet, but something he loves as a child that would continue to make him happy as he grows are toy animals, particularly rabbits.

🍻: What's your OC's favourite comfort ritual? How do they calm themselves down after a rough day?

As much of an outdoorsy person she is, Anais hates being covered in sweat and dirt for too long. Her favorite way to relax at the end of a rough day is a nice long bath with scented soap. Lavender is her favorite.

Murza's a mage, but she's still an orc. Her favorite way to blow off steam after a bad day is to borrow something from the armory and wail away at a practice dummy.

Dire loves soup, any kind. It's always his go to comfort meal.

🥃: If your OC was in this universe, what would be their favourite show/book/band/social media platform?

I know this is a thing wrestlers do and not MMA fighters, but modern au Anais' entrance song is Heart of a Champion by Hollywood Undead and Ice Nine Kills. Some shows I think she'd really enjoy are Survivor and Hannibal (mostly the first season because Anais 🤝 Abigail Hobbs 🤝= deer motif).

Murza would really enjoy Doctor Who and Welcome to Night Vale, particularly the WTNV novels and even more particularly The Faceless Old Lady Who Secretly Lives in Your Home. She wouldn't listen to a lot of music but of course she loves anything Endurys writes, and his music is sort of like a cross between Fall Out Boy and Starset.

As I've said before, Dire is a tumblr funnyman for sure. He's also definitely a Minecraft streamer. His favorite shows would be The Good Place and Disenchantment.

#oc: murza #oc: dire #oc things #asks #ask game #stars #:3 #hi it took me two days to answer this because i kept getting stuck lmao #why are these questions so hard lol #oc: aneis

[electronicdelusionstarlight]

The Story of Galateotta the Dragonborn: Issue 1

NEW FRIENDS ACQUIRED!

Finally escaped that blasted Helgen keep with the help of the charming Hadvar, our heroine has to decide her next moves.

It’s night by now, the sky darkening as the black wings of the massive dragon can be seen on the horizon, going divines know where. She’s virtually alone, in a foreign land, wielding only a rusted old sword, a robe stolen from the body of a dead wizard, and some measly sparks she has finally managed learned how to cast, something snapping inside her as a bear and a pack of wolves rushed at her and her new friend and attempted to devour them.

Hadvar, on his part, has been the perfect gentleman, offering her a place to stay for the time being, and even suggesting her to join the legion, help her all the steps of the way, and she's... kinda spooked by that.

Is that what friends do? Are they friends? They just met after all, and he was about to have her killed, even if he was so sheepish about it, is he going to betray her? Maybe this is some sick joke on her, maybe he's just using her, her walls and guard still high, but she doesn't know anyone else there, aside maybe those Nords from the cart, nords who wouldn't exactly take kindly all their pals she butchered with Hadvar while trying to escape the keep...

So, she follows Hadvar, disarmingly nice as always, as the moons raise above in the sky and they head for his village. They pass through the Guardian Stones, that's what he calls them, each for every constellation in the firmament, and despite being born in the month of the Lady, she still easily commute with the Wizard Stone... maybe this will be the start of a real path toward becoming a mage, one worthy of her quest of achieving immortality and stopping death...

They meet with his uncle as he gets back from his forge. He wakes his wife and accidentally their daughter, and Hadvar tells them the terrible things that happened in Helgen. They offer her a place to stay, and tell her they might need her help the following day, in these dark times.

She doesn't have the time to discover what they wanted for her, for she doesn't stay there till morning. During the night, in a spare guest bed so agonizingly close to Hadvar's cot, one of her nightmares surface, more vivid than usual, as if their source is closer than ever.

It shows her the Guardian Stones, shining bright as their light streams up to the stars, but she goes down instead, down down the hill following the river, at the foot of the Guardian Stones, where a door lies, hidden in the mountain by shrubbery and stones, beckoning her in.

She opens the doors, only for dark tendrils to erupt from the dark void behind the door, viscuous and deep, pulling her inside.

She wakes with a start, barelly screaming. Hadvar is a heavy sleeper fortunately, and is still the dead of the night. She sneaks out, by now incapable of going back to sleep, her red warpaint and dye smudged by now, muted, revealing her grey roots and deep bags beneath her eyes, and she goes out the house for a breath of fresh hair.

She attempt to care for her old sword with some of the steel lying around in the forge, promising herseldmf to buy it back lather in the day, but she knows little of smything and barelly manages to get her to a smudge of sharpness more. Still, she has plenty of time to waste still, and needs something to do, not wanting to leave behind her new friends yet...

The standing stones lay ominously where she last found them, waiting in her dream, and whatever secret lays beneath them is waiting for her too. She has to go check on it, she simply must check on it, so she leaves Riverwood, for a short hike, the moons' light enough for her to see, to reach the stones, the mage still gleaming...

And falls down the slope as he feet stumbles upon the rocks.

She's not so hurt, but is also forced to pop one of her scarce health potions to heal from her wounds to her fragile phisique, lacking the spells to heal herself. She has found the base of the Stones niw tho, from her dream, and is far more crowded she remembered, a lone ferryman with his boat offering a moonlit ride on the stream, and a couple of huntsmen, as well as a not so well hidden black door, embed in the stone.

The ferryman is sheepish about it, aknoweledging the door, but seemingly not wanting to reveal much, or not being able too, but she's curious, far too curious, and opens the door, expecting the tendrils of her nightmares...

She does not get snatched by evil tentacles. The door leads to a small descent, down to a second door, cared for by a torch that has been lit fairly recently.

Opening this second set of doors, she find a wide room with several altars, cloaks draped on them, some offerings, pelts, coins, books, even a few spellboks she eagerly learn from, on a armor against spell, one that syphoned her life to strenghten her restoration, her first summon, a black hound with a jaw of ice... A nearby placard presenting the room as a church of some sort, for the most various of faiths, and she's amazed by this notion, of a Molag Bal altar standing shoulder to shoulder with a Mara and a Meridia ones, almost blasphemous in its notion, as they each wait for her to pledge her alligiance to them... but she's not much for Blasphemy nor Faith, for she believes onky in the strenght of her own mind.

Anyway, long story short: In the secluded hall beneath the guardian stones, between the altars of the gods and the divine princes, she finds a lone crow with blue, shining eyes, perched atop the cold stone. It lands on her shoulder, freaking her out instantly, only for it to caw straight in her large ear, muffled by her hood, the sound so familiar yet so alien, before pecking it, drawimg blood.

She swats him away, scared of whatever disease it might carry, unsheating her cutlass and trying ti strike it down in a panick, but the crow only caws at her, flapping its wings midair, almost as if its laughing, as when the cutlass seemingly makes contact with him... it passes through, like it was cutting through smoke.

She looks, dazed, stunned, at the spectral raven, and it simplt gets back on her shoulder, gripping tightly, paimfuly, almost drawing blood, and caws at her ear again.

The caw is translated into words this time, images shot right to her brain.

She sees a Inn in a deep forest near a cemetery, an imperial wearing plain clothes on the porch, looking at the stars.

She sees a city surrounded by crumbling walls, a statue of Talos in the main square with a man rambling on and on about nonsense. A stray, sad dog is standing there, keeping company to some little girl dressed in rags, begging for money. She sees a man being escorted by the city guard away, hiding a shiny ring in his inner pockets.

She sees another inn, this one in a swamp, surrounded by death. A mountain of a man wearing a skull for a helmet sits inside, drinking a heavy tankard of mead alongside the prettiest woman she had ever seen, dancing small, magical flames with her fingers.

She sees a city, perched atop the seas, a long buulding filled with people playing instruments, a guard seemingly giving sone devastating news to a Altmer, as a old, grumpy man sits in a nearby chair, blatantly ignoring it all.

She sees a statue to Azura, massive against the night sky, a lone woman offering her prayers to her. At the foot of it, gaining wary glances by the few pilgrims who decided to get there, stands a massive mechanical constructs, weathering the elements with soft hisses, seemingly waiting for something.

And to end it all, was the vision of a jail cell, right in the keep a city build on wood on top of a lake, where a blue khajiit sits, talking to a bottled insect, naked as the day he was born.

Then, a city, deep beneath the ground, lost to time, below it further, among the radiation and the soul gems, a man clad in shining armor she had never seen, fear striking her as he turns toward her, as if he could see her too,

The last vision is the strongest one, details fading like leaves in winter, and the Crow looks pointedly at her, waiting her decision.

She looks at him, her life work, her freedom of choice, seemingly taken over by the blasted bird, and asks him if it really just wants him to go to all those places by herself.

The Crow caws, loudly, gripping her shoulder harder, and she winces.

She can't fight smoke, not without more power, so she's forced to follow the crow comands now, whatever might it be, as the crow position himself on her shoulder and rests. The Khajiit in the cell is the vision she remembers better, more vividly than the others, so she might as well start there.

With the cover of night, she reaches a nearby city, a cart in it. Asks for a ride toward the city whose banner she had seen, hanging in the cells, and goes to Riften without even saying Goodbye to her new friend, least the crow, what she now assumes was the source of her nightmares, grew impatient.

She reaches the jail cell, finds the naked khajiit, and he's convinced to know her. That's impossible of course, even if he does seem famiar, but he keeps insisting on it, and declares he'll protect her with his life... and what's a girl to do when a knight in naked armor proposes just that to her.

He's the only one who has commented on the raven. The only one outside her who could see it apparently, and she doesn't know how to take that.

Now, with a new "friend," the crow seemingly content with her for now, as they lazily eat at the local inn together, the crow stealing from her plate, as she tries to learn a bit more about the man she's been forced to befriend, charming as he might seem...

She ponders what to do next.

#skyrim #dragonborn

[chaospenelope]

Dragon's Roar

Temporary Safe Haven

The only sound heard was the rush of beating wings. It roared one last time as it disappeared from view. "You should come with me to Riverwood." Ralof suggested as they soon as they felt it was safe to leave. He began to walk down the faded dirt path with Neda close by. "My sister Gerdur will help us." "Do you know where he's headed?" She asked looking up at the now bright and empty sky. She tried looking about for any further signs of destruction but the natural fluttering and happy chirps told her the dragon had his taste of blood satisfied for now.

"The closest place in that direction is Whiterun but it's fairly far." He didn't seem to concerned oddly enough. She decided to trust his judgment one last time. She planned on finding supplies in Riverwood before leaving on her own. Where that would be was still up for debate, though there was at least one place she wanted to visit. "Do know where the 'Golden Thread Inn' is?" "Golden Thread?" He looked up at her after kicking aside a troublesome rock. "It's on the road between Rorikstead and Whiterun. Why do you ask?" "I wanted to visit someone there." She left it at that, not finding much pros in admitting her memory loss. She was stranger in his land as far as he knew anyway. Then again, maybe he could shed some light on the moments before she was captured... After a few moments of silent contemplation passed the path started to curve into steep downward turns. There was a chorus of ominous growls coming from the woods above them. They drew weapons in anticipation. Neda decided to hold off on the offensive magic due to Ralof being a huge baby about his precious hair being caught on fire that one time. A trio of wolves leaped out from the bushes. Saliva rolled from their intimidating snarles. Ralof lifted his axe in time for a wolf's fangs to clamp onto it. It's paws clawed at him before he kicked him off. The animal uttered a yelp as it hit the ground. Neda slashed a large cut on the chest of the second wolf but before she could deal another strike was distracted by the tugging of her skirt. She twisted her body with her sword first. The blade split one of the third wolf's eyes. The creature recoiled and growled. It leaped at her, clamping on her forearm. She allowed sparks of lightning to corse through her arm before jamming her weapon into the beast's stomach. The second tackled her as she pushed it's mate aside. She backed into a tree knocking it off. Then attempted to stab the animal but it quickly escaped. It circled around the bear but she was able to kick the wolf and slice it's jaws open. She ended it with a stab to the throat. "It's a wonder these damned things last with how stupid they are. They spread out their packs too thin and go after any prey." Ralof scoffed as he tucked his axe away. "As long as they're smarter than the elk it doesn't really matter." She explained as she carefully skinned the animal. "...Would you say the Imperials are similar?" "What do you mean?" "On our way to the block...It wasn't just your allies. If they knew he was just a thief... Why did they bring us to be executed? I wasn't even on the damn list." She asked as she tucked the pelts away. They started to walk again. "You don't remember." "No, I- I don't remember before waking up in front of you. Do you know why she, or the Imperials wanted me dead?" "Lokir had run into us as the fight started. At first they thought he was a courier attempting to warn us of the attack until they recognized the horse he stole. As for you, Gunjar was the only one who knew besides the elf and the soldiers who captured you... You were dragged to the cart after him, already unconscious. It was the last time I saw him before the attack." "I'm sorry to hear that." She realized how selfish her pursuit was after he'd lost so many comrades. "Don't be, he fought bravely and his blade is still fighting. I wouldn't be too worried about your past. It wouldn't take much to earn her scorn." He thought hard on the best thing to say. He could see how troubled she was. "I feel like I'm missing something..." "They did take everything you had before tying your wrists." "I imagine there is no way I could recover any of my belongings after the dragon burned everything to cinders..." "Depends on the soldier who took them. Most of them have sticky fingers believe it or not." "A little perk working for the Empire?" "An unintentional one. Dead men don't tell their captains." She was surprised he was willing to admit that instead of taking the opportunity to recruit her. They were getting close to a river at the bottom of the hill. She could see a stone wall and straw roofs in the distance. "Halt. Where do you think you're going?" There was an orc on the roadside. He had a large hammer in his arms. There were two armed women behind him. "We're just heading for-" It was to too late. Ralof charged at the bandit before she could even finish a sentence. The orc proceeded to wind up, raising his war hammer as his target approached. The two lackeys flanked him, one conjuring a stream of ice and the other produced a mace. Ralof buried his axe blade into the orc's upper arm resulting in the weapon being dropped. He didn't have enough time to pull it out before ice pelted his side. Neda sent surges of lightning through the caster's body as she drew closer. The bandit tried to back away still shooting pellets of ice. Neda ignored the little stings of pain as she used a sudden burst of speed to catch up with her and lodged a sword into her opponent's skull. She freed it and returned to the main fight where Ralof had managed to hack into the bandit's neck despite the mace welder landing several hits to his side. Neda and Ralof surrounded the last bandit with weapons stained with her comrades' blood. "You should leave while you can." Neda stepped aside as she spoke. "I don't want to spill your blood unless I have to." The woman glared angrily at her then at the still bodies. "You'll pay for this!" She cried and with weapon drawn. Her mace was caught on the blade and received a painful headbut. She staggered backwards, a trickle of blood flowing from a head wound. Ralof smashed the axe against her temple hard enough to kill her instantly. "You're too kind for your own good." He noted as he pillaged the bandits' pockets. "How'd I know you were going to say that?" She saw the blood on his side with chunks of ice still imbedded in his armor and skin. "Here, have a potion, unless you want me to start being mean now." "Hm." He narrowed his eyes at her as he took the bottle and gulped down the contents. She helped pick out some of the larger pieces as wounds closed up. He winced only once. "What are you doing?" He asked raising a brow. "You don't want the skin to grow around the ice. The melting water could get into your blood stream and cause problems." "You sound like some kind of healer. Maybe that's who you are? You must have been trying to help Gunjar when they captured you." "That could be true..." She got up after making sure the wound healed properly and they continued to the short walk leading to Riverwood. "A dragon! I saw a dragon!" An elderly woman ran over to a young man as they entered the simple village. "Not this again." The man groaned. "Will you go back inside? The others might hear you." "You never believe me. You'll see! I'm telling the truth, there was a dragon!" She said quickly offended to the point of an angry scowl and ran off in huff. The man only sighed in response. Neda partly wished she'd spoken up on the elderly woman's behalf but even if she did the man would most likely assume she was a crazy bear budding in on private conversations. "Gerdur!" Ralof's voice took her off of her train of thought as he recognized a woman walking down the street. "Mara's Mercy, its good to see you! But is it safe for you to be here?" She had a look of both joy and concern. She ran up to him excitedly. "Gerdur..." "We had heard that Ulfric had been captured..." "Gerdur... I'm fine. At least now I am." "Are you hurt? What's happened?" She finally noticed Neda behind him. "And who's this? One of your comrades?" "Not a comrade yet...but a friend. I owe her my life, in fact. Is there somewhere we can talk? There's no telling when the news from Helgen will reach the Imperials..." "Helgen? Has something happened...? You're right. Follow me." She looked at the bear with a smile before shouting for a man at the mill chopping wood. "Hod! Come here a minute. I need your help with something." "What is it, woman? Sven drunk on the job again?" "Hod. Just come here." She insisted, causing his unquenched curiosity to make him look over the banister. He raised a concerned brow at the sight of his brother-in-law. "Ralof! What are you doing here? Ah...I'll be right down!" A little boy ran out in front of him, reaching the three as they traveled to a patch of earth jutting out into the shallow river. "Uncle Ralof! Can I see your axe? How many Imperials have you killed? Do you really know Ulfric Stormcloak?" "Hush, Frodnar. This is no time for your games. Go and watch the south road. Find us if you see any Imperial soldiers coming." Gerdur spoke sternly to the child. "Aw, mama, I want to stay and talk with uncle Ralof!" The little boy whined. His uncle stopped and decided to use his own tricks to make the nephew listen. "Look at you, almost a grown man! Won't be long before you'll be joining the fight yourself!" "That's right! Don't worry uncle Ralof, I won't let those soldiers sneak up on you!" He smiled ear to ear before darting of the accomplish his special secret mission. "That boy, always ready to help." He chuckled as he sat on a stump. "He's growing up to be a fine Nord." Hod was the last to come around before they started to share the day's uncommon events. He glanced at the two noting the blood and dirt spattered on their clothes. "Now, Ralof, what's going on? You two look pretty well done in." Ralof slouched a little and sighed heavily. "I can't remember the last time I slept. Where to start? Well, the news you heard about Ulfric was true. The Imperials ambushed us outside Darkwater Crossing. Like they knew exactly where we'd be. That was...two days ago, now. We stopped at Helgen this morning, and I thought it was all over. Had us lined up for the headsman's block and ready to start chopping!" "The cowards!" His sister spat angrily. "They wouldn't dare give Ulfric a fair trial. Treason, for fighting for your own people! All of Skyrim would have seen the truth then! But then...out of nowhere...a dragon attacked." He was a bit hesitant, wondering if they would believe him. "You don't mean a real, live..." "I can hardly believe it myself, and I was there! As strange as it sounds, we'd be dead if not for that dragon. In the confusion, we managed to slip away. Are we really the first to make it to Riverwood?" "Nobody has come up the south road today, as far as I know." "Good. Maybe we can lay up for a while. I'd hate to put your family in danger, Gerdur, but..." "Nonsense. You and your friend are welcome to stay as long as you need. Let me worry about the Imperials. Any friend of Ralof's is a friend of mine." She produced a key from her pocket and placed it in Neda's paw. "Here's the key to the house. Stay as long as you like." "Thank you, Gerdur." She wasn't too sure what else to say. She most certainly wasn't going to turn her down being incredibly exhausted and hungry. "There's something you can do for me. For all of us. We need to send word to Jarl Balgruuf to send whatever troops he can. Riverwood is defenseless. If you do that for me, I'll be in your debt." Neda wasn't about to turn down such a request but that meant she wouldn't have too much time to relax. "Where is Jarl Balgruuf?" "He resides in Whiterun." Ralof explained before turning to his family. Neda wasn't satisfied with it but didn't want to cut him off. She'll just have to find a map later... "Thanks, sister. I knew I could count on you." "I ought to get back to work before I'm missed, but did anyone else escape? Did Ulfric..." "Don't worry. I'm sure he made it out. It'll take more than a dragon to stop Ulfric Stormcloak!" "I'll let them into the house and, you know, show them where everything is." "Hhmm. Help them drink up our mead, you mean." She said with a smirk before turning to Ralof. "Good luck, brother. I'll see you later." "Don't worry about me. I know how to lay low." He stood up and handed a jingling bag to his friend. The look in his eyes said he was about to say goodbye. "You killed just as many as I, it's only fair you get half the prize. Good luck out there. I won't ask you to fight for a land you don't know, but you know the underbelly of the Empire. You've seen it, and I trust you'll make the right decision when the time comes. He padded her on the back and they separated and dispersed into town as Neda calculated her next move. As she moved to the edge of Riverwood she heard some voices arguing in the building next to her. It was the local trader and since she needed supplies she decided to investigate.

#Skyrim #the elder scrolls #FNAF AU #Dragon's Roar