The Dawnstar Public Bathhouse (18+)

In the early days of Dawnstar, a group of miners worked together to build a bathhouse for miners to relax in after long hours, sometimes days, of working in the mines.

The bathhouse has the following amenities

- A large public bath

- A smaller heated bath

- A sauna like room for socializing

- A locker room of sorts for patrons to store their clothes

It is a public building, meaning that anybody may use it as they please


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Rodael surveyed the steamy bathhouse as he stepped in and pulled down his hood. The young Bosmer saw nobody else in the dim, candlelight room. Rodael shrugged, and went into the changing room to get undressed. He undressed in the changing room, and settled down in the warm heated bath. He slowly eased his body into the bath, and relaxed.


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Selena walked in with great relief as the warm air of the surrounding baths hit her face. It was beyond cold, and this fought back the chill like a warrior against a foe. It was relatively quiet, with only a bosmer sitting in solitude. Now was as good as a time as any. She found her way to the changing room, changed out of her armor, took her dagger, and put it near by before sinking into the hot water.

seems quiet enough. Maybe I can relax and let my guard drop just a little. Even I need to rest. The young nord girl closed her eyes as her short black hair was slicked back by her hand. This was nice and quite unexpected.

A male Nord entered the Bath House, a cold flurry of snow blowing in as he shut the door. Jorunn sighed, and walked into the changing room. He slowly stripped our of his armor, and pulled off his bow and quiver, as well as his sword, which he set next to the rest of his gear. He also pulled off his belt, which contained his knives and his potions and gold, setting it down next his gear as well. Then he walked to the room that contained the heated bath. The Ranger had just finished a patrol in the area, and had stopped in Dawnstar to rest before heading back to the Ranger outpost. Inside the room was a male Bosmer, and a female Nord. Slipping into the bath, he sighed a little as the warm water enveloped his cold body.

The door opened and closed quickly with minimal fuss. Which was surprising given the size of the bath's newest customer. A large Khajiit clad in ancient Nord armour stood in the dim light, his blue eyes surveying the area in front of him. So far the main heated bath was occupied by a bosmer, a Nord man and a very alluring Nord woman. Do'Jhan felt a stirring, he had such a weakness for the pale, smooth skin of the Nord ladies. Still, he was here for a reason and that reason was to soak in the hot pool, so he silently made his way to the locker room and deposited his armour and weapons. He didn't need a weapon in the bath, his claws were enough if there was trouble.

Contrary to popular belief, Khajiit are actually very fond of immersing themselves in water. Particularly naturally heated water. Do'Jhan in particular sought out natural springs whenever he could. There was just something about clean washed fur that felt so..invigorating. He selected a spot not too far from the Nord woman and eased himself into the bath, barely causing a ripple in the water's surface. He immersed himself all the way up to his neck (Water in the ears is not pleasant) and closed his eyes.

"Ahh" Do'Jhan thought to himself as the hot water soaked into his very bones "Just what this one needs to forget about today's disastrous events"

Then, for the sixth time that afternoon, the door opened in a rush of wind. The candle-lit horns of the bath-house flickered, close to snuffing before the door closed tight thereafter. The newest patron was tall, with flecks of white snow melting on the shoulders of their dark, traveling cloak. Sleet and ice caked on their leather boots, which were worn nearly down to the sole. Stepping into the warm light of the main house, the figure removed their hood to see the area better.

Standing tall - taller than most, in fact - Avonis Tyrel let out a sigh of relief. It had been a long, hard road. To find a place to relax and rest her tired feet was a blessing, if she believed in such things. Pushing her tangled, white hair from her face, Avonis stepped further into the house, coming closer to the main bath. All ready it was nearing capacity, and Avonis took note of the array of strange faces. A couple of Nords, a Kajit, Wood Elf and... Brenton? Dark Nord, maybe? In any case, Avonis was glad for the lack of other Altmer. It usually saved her from awkward conversations.

Passing the bath house without a word, she made her way to the changing area. The key, given to her by the bath house's keeper, fit chest #8. With her dark armor removed and her valuables tucked away in secret, Avonis dawned a house robe and stepped back in to the public bath room.

Finding a secluded corner, Avonis shed her robe with no embarrassment and sunk deep within the hot water. Scars and dirt decorated her fair skin, soon drowned from sight.

"Ahh..." Her eyes closed and her head fell back along the bath's edge. Now this was worth the walk.

The door flew opened, causing a slight guss of cold air causing her to open her eyes and snarl before seeing what came through. Turns out it was an attractive Altmer with snow hair that didn't come with off with the outside snow. She vanished for moment, then came in a robe before shedding it, making Selena slightly lick her upper lip before resting her arms on the edge. Curse being attracted to just about any astonishing looking being. He looked around and quietly giggled as she locked eyes with more than a few people.

As the water was disturbed by yet another visitor to the bath house. Opening her golden eyes, Avonis laid them on the newest face, and her stomach gave a sour churn. Looks like her celebration for the lack of High Elves was premature. The stranger's hair was much like her own, if Avonis would care to keep it washed for more than a day. Avonis could only guess the correlation.

Sneering, Avonis dunked her head beneath water, popping back up from the surface. The dirt from her alabaster hair washed away in droves. Skilled fingers undid her braids, letting her now drenched mop of hair stick to her sharp face and spindle neck. Perhaps once the dirt was washed away, Avonis could have a face to be admired, if only she'd smile a bit.

Alice rode toward the Windpeak Inn with a content smile. It was cold today, and cloudy, but relief was mere minutes away. Alice, her little sister Cilla and their sturdy brown draft horse Bill were on their way to the College of Winterhold to begin their education as mages. It had been almost two years since their family was chased out of Cyrodiil by the Thalmor and these had been desperate, broken times. But now things were normal again. They had a home in Whiterun and a new family that loved them. Their father had survived Skyirm's re-admittance into the Empire, the Thalmor were out of Skyrim and as of last week Carlotta Valentia had become their new stepmother. Planning the wedding had taken months, but Alice, Cilla and Mila were eager to help and it had been the best party Whiterun had had all year. Even bigger and better than Jarl Baalgruuf's birthday. Now the Psyrakon girls were able to take advantage of something that they feared was lost to them forever: formal magical education. They were both ecstatic to get to Winterhold.

So far the trip had been fun. The two Imperial sisters had gotten to spend a lot more time together than they usually did, what with Alice and her father being in the Legion since the end of the war. They had also cleared out a camp of brick-headed bandits along the way. None of the five ruffians had expected an 18 year old girl who could easily pass for 16, or her 10 year old sister to be any threat. That allowed Cilla to simply walk up to them, introduce herself and start reading from a Scroll of Mass Paralysis, stunning them all long enough for Alice to move in and cast calm spells on all of them. That gave them enough time to not only take the bandits' weapons and gear but tie them up as well! Cilla knew enough magic to be dangerous and Alice was an experienced Stormcloak-turned-legionnaire like her father, but both girls had seen enough killing to let those fools live. They decided to leave one iron dagger between them and stash all the weapons that weren't worth taking in a nearby bear cave. That way they could at least protect themselves in the wilds until the guards found and arrested them.

They soon reached the inn and Alice brought Bill to a halt, having to calm him down some thanks to the three horses that were already there. Bill was strong as a warhorse and sweet as a pony but he was nervous around horses he didn't know, so it took his nose a few moments for his nose to tell him that they were all okay. Cilla was fast asleep between Alice's arms and Bill's neck, worn out from the morning's adventure and the long ride to the inn. Alice carefully dismounted to the right and gently shook her sister awake.

"Hey Cilla? We've stopped at an inn. We're going to stay here and get some rest okay?"

"M...okay." She said groggily. After taking a few moments to wake up, she dismounted with Alice's help.

"There you go." Alice said, giving Cilla a big hug which she returned. She was such a sweet girl. Alice was usually the baby of any group she was with but with Cilla around she always had someone to take care of. It was a nice feeling being a big sister. Almost...motherly. "In the meantime, how does some lunch and a nap sound? We can get our jammies on and curl up together."

"Okay, that sounds good." Cilla said, ending the hug and smiling up at her big sister. Alice was the coolest person in the world to Cilla and she wanted to be just like her. She had at least tried everything her sister did and loved it when Alice approved of something she drew with chalk or made at the forge. Under their father's supervision of course. They shared a great deal together. Books, resizable clothing, ideas, even makup. "I am pretty hungry and I'm pretty tired too."

"Well we can fix you right up then can't we." Alice said with a warm smile. The little inn looked very inviting, cozy even. She could smell fresh bread leeking out of the cracks in the old oak door and the windows. She was just as tired and hungry as her sister and it was a welcome sight. There was another building, however, that caught both their attention just across the road. A large wooden building with several chimneys with steam rising from them. A sign outside said DAWNSTAR PUBLIC BATHHOUSE. Now THAT looked inviting. A hot bath to soak their bodies and get clean would be a perfect preamble to a good meal, a warm pair of footy pajamas and a soft comfy bed. "I've got another idea: why don't you go inside and check out that bathhouse while I secure Bill. I don't know about you but a long hot bath before some early dinner and a nap sounds great. Do you still have that money papa gave you?"

"Yep! It's right here!" Cilla said triumphantly as she held up a large coin purse from her belt.

"Good job, now go head inside. I'll find you soon okay?"

"Okay! See you soon Alice! Bye Bill, see you later!"

Cilla bolted across the street and into the bathhouse. Alice chuckled at her eagerness and turned to Bill, securing him to a post.

"And I've got something for you too my friend. You've definitely earned it."

She reached into her pack and pulled out two large gala apples. Bill snatched up the first one and then went for the second a few seconds later. Alice chuckled as she mixed a flames and a frost spell at low intensity to create some water in the nearby trough. Inside the bathhouse Cilla went up to the front desk and got the housekeeper's attention. An elderly Nord woman who may work for the inn. "Hello there ma'am." Cilla said, "My sister and I would like a bath and a place to store our gear. She's outside tending to our horse but she'll be in soon."

"Well hello there young lady." the housekeeper said, smiling down at the sweet little girl who's head barely peeked over the desk. "There's a locker room right over there to your left. The bath is on the other side. You can go in the bath completely naked if you want but you don't have to if you're not sure about that. There's about six others in there right now but I just changed the water and it's nice and warm. I'll make sure your sister finds her way. Enjoy!"

"Thank you ma'am!" Cilla said, running off to the locker room to change. When she got the trunk open she stashed her coin purse and sheathed steel dagger, then started to undress. First she took off her fuzzy pink magenta gloves and headscarff, both of them thick, warm, comfy and cute if a little itchy. Then her warm pink coat came off after she undid her waistbelt and buttons and folded it up. That left her short sleeve green tunic that went down to her but, her tough blue cotton and wool pants and the soft brown leather knee high boots that fit tightly over those pants. Her boots came off first, then the tunic, then the pants, leaving Cilla in a pair of white cotton long underwear over her white socks. Warm and comfy under her clothes during the day and a fair stand-in for her footy pajamas if they weren't available. She too them off, folded them up and followed with her bra and underwear, both lacy white. Now the little girl was completely naked, her chubby little body for all to see. Cilla used to be skin and bones, starving and sick when her father and Alice found her in a den of vampires. Now she had gotten back up to a good weight with fair, white healthy skin, rejuvenated shoulder-length brown hair and a bulge in her belly: an undeniable sign that she was well-cared for and got plenty to eat. She wasn't fat or unhealthy. She simply looked the way a ten year old girl should. Plump and healthy.

Cilla put a towel around her chest to cover her breasts and private parts and headed into the bathhouse. It was warm and moist inside and she could already feel the cleansing steam. A large bath of cool water was empty but the smaller heated bath was her destination. There were already several people enjoying its warm waters. A Nord man with his arms across the rim and wet up to his beard. Two elven women with hair the color of snow. A khajiit man soaking up to his neck. A woman with short black hair that was shorter than a Nord but taller than a Breton and looked like a bit of both. Cilla was a little nervous about revealing herself at first but once she saw that everyone else was nude she decided it was okay. Slowly she unwrapped the towel, carefully folded it and climbed into the tub, taking up much less space than anyone else. The bath felt wonderful. It was like being enveloped in a big warm bag of water and it felt so good that Cilla submerged herself and held her breath for several seconds. The water turned her hair into a big wet mop but it soaked her down to her bones and pulled out all the sores and cramps from riding. She came up for breath after several bubbles, causing some splashing. Then she took a seat with a big smile and decided to introduce herself while she waited for Alice.

"Hello there." She said to no one in particular. "How are you all doing today? This bath sure does feel good! Don't you think so!?"

Jorunn watched as a plump little girl entered the bath house. Another new comer, in addition to the new Altmer, the Nord girl who looked like she had Breton blood. Jorunn had a strong distrust of Altmer, as most were involved directly with the Thalmor, who had no love what-so-ever for the Rangers. In fact, he was a bit antsy with two of them being in the same building as he was, especially when he was lacking in armor and weapons. Granted, he was skilled in Hand to Hand combat, and was decent at casting a few spells, but he was uneasy none the less. The little girl slipped into the tub, and disappeared under the water for a few seconds before bubbles appeared, and she came up with a splash, getting a few drops of water into Jorunn's face, as he was sitting closest to her. The young Ranger began stroking his small beard as the girl looked around at everyone with a big, innocent smile. "Hello there." She said, seeming to be talking to no one in particular. "How are you all doing today? This bath sure does feel good! Don't you think so!?"

Jorunn chuckled at the little girl, relaxing a bit. "I am doing very well, thank you for asking. How are you? What is one so young doing alone out here?" He asked her, curious.