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18+ Ek elska þik|Do bateki mangai ~ Love in Tamriel

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    This story contains some creative liberties within the Elder Scrolls World, meaning that there are parts that may not be completely lore friendly
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    An Elder Scrolls Story
    Ek elska þik
    Do bateki mangai

    A Love in Tamriel
    by: Specter of Death


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    Contents
    Chapter 1 .....(Click Here)
    Chapter 2 .....(Not Posted Yet)
    Chapter 3 .....(Not Posted Yet)
    Chapter 4 .....(Not Posted Yet)
    Chapter 5 .....(Not Posted Yet)
    Chapter 6 .....(Not Posted Yet)
    Chapter 7 .....(Not Posted Yet)
    Chapter 8 .....(Not Posted Yet)
    Chapter 9 .....(Not Posted Yet)
    Chapter 10 ...(Not Posted Yet)
    Chapter 11 ...(Not Posted Yet)
    Chapter 12 ...(Not Posted Yet)
    Chapter 13 ...(Not Posted Yet)
    Chapter 14 ...(Not Posted Yet)
    Chapter 15 ...(Not Posted Yet)
    Chapter 16 ...(Not Posted Yet)
    Epilogue ......(Not Posted Yet)

    Characters
    Kalila Zahra
    [Click for her CC]
    Thorriniir Kyne-Son
    [Click for his CC]
     
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    Chapter 1
    Life

    “Through Life and Soul,” her emerald eyes read while soft lips vocalized in a warm, gentle whisper, “do bateki mangai.”

    Kalila looked up from the dusty pages to gaze ahead at the world in front of her. The mountains had finally opened up enough to overlook the vast lands Skyrim held in store. This was not her first time in the province, and likely not her last given the path her life permanently held for her. She had always liked these northern lands, its mix of eclectic terrain and mass amounts of plant and animal diversity was virtually unmatched by anything else in Tamriel. Given she had now traveled through most of the continent, she could say that for sure now too. Even though she had not even tried to navigate through the swamps of Black Marsh aside from the very edges of its borders, she knew even that thick marshland did not touch the diversity that Skyrim presented. The fact that swamps themselves were factually petri dishes for life themselves, only said more about the north she found herself in.

    She took one last bite out of the now skeleton of an apple, and tossed its core away into the plant life to her left. Tucking her notes back into her belt pouch, she stood from the rock she sat on for brief respite. Which, like the road it sat next to, was being devoured by the tall mixed grasses that painted the hillside it snaked down.The gravel sounded with a crunch under each step her feet made, but the sound was almost completely drowned out by the whispers the trees and underbrush made with each wispy breath the breeze blew through them. The gentle wind carried with it the scents of the southern forests blended with that of stone and water. The scent she could see was coming from less than a mile ahead of her, at the foot of the hill she paced down. She saw that the forest started light, tickling the slope’s end with sparsely placed trees before gradually becoming thicker and more populated. She could not see the origin of the other subtle smells, but guessed that their source would be found somewhere deeper within the pines. Likely a gentle creek flowing its way west from the lake she knew was somewhere northeast of her location, carving a snake’s path through the stone that contained it.

    Though Kalila knew where she had traveled was known for its cold temperatures, the warmth the sun touched her skin with pleasantly surprised her. It seems spring has come early this year, she thought lightly in her head, taking the warmth and turning it into optimistic energy. Once, when she was younger, she would be calculating in her head just how long she had left in her adventuring. Now however, all she could think about was the beauty around her; a skill she had learned in the last few years. She was thankful for it too, as this feeling of pleasure far surpassed the distracted feeling of planning ahead. She knew where she was going, or at least she knew where she was hoping to find herself. That’s all she needed too, the comfort of knowing that by day’s end she would be in a place she could confidently rest her head. Whether that meant a warm bed and a hot meal in a town’s inn, or a branch within the safety of a forest canopy was not important to her.

    What was important to her however, was the goal of her visit to the province this time around. Finding the temple, a goal that sounded simple but had only increasingly proved to be the opposite. She had only started with 3 words in Yoku: Do, Bateki and Mangai. All of which she had only just recently learned to translate. The only clues she had now were that the words were some form of title for the temple, and a vague phrase depicting what she suspects is its possible location.

    “Where frost meets stone, near Ysgramor’s throne. Where skeletal trees dance across seas of dead sands. Here pockets of land fill with time’s strands, and a hidden sigil may call you. Only when you hear it, with echoes through spirit, that’s where your first vigil will find you.”

    Ygramor’s throne. It was the line that had been on her mind since her departure from Evermor. That, and a sliver of guilt for not properly thanking and showing appreciation to the scholar who had helped her there. Danica was the Breton’s name, an expert in ancient Tamrielic languages. She remembered her telling her how lucky she was that she was even able to translate the three words, as the language of Yoku was so incredibly hard to decipher. It was then that Kalila learned the ancient Redguard language was rarely found in written forms, do to the extensive losses of Yoku literature and history in the last three eras. She had known the Sword-singers were more than ancient history and that they were pretty decently documented, but had no idea that most other information from that time period was so scarcely known. Kalila had left so soon the next morning that she was already halfway to the provincial border before she had remembered to giver her thanks. Next time, she thought to herself, trying to tone down the guilt in her stomach.

    It was not long before the trees began to envelop her and the path ahead, as the hillside disappeared behind her. She inhaled, deeply taking in the essence of the pines into her nose and lungs. Her mind and body was refreshed, and the warmth from the sun on her skin stayed with her form, strong and stoic. Her thoughts were refreshed as well, letting her spirit fall back into the abstract art of mindfulness. Though High Rock had its fair share of pine forests and mountains, Skyrim’s were their own kind of unique; untouched by any in Tamriel. It was as if the forest was not only alive, but powerful and filled with motivation. With every sway of the canopy, she felt her heart beat in unison with the wavelength of the woods. With every chirp of a bird, with every forest sound Kalila was hearing a symphony. She had missed the north, with all its frozen glory. She wasn’t feeling the freeze here, but suspected the more north she traveled the less spring feeling she would catch. The warmth of the sun would only decrease with every step toward the northern seas, but something about that was alluring to her. She had felt so much heat through the winter, traveling the west coasts of Hammerfell and High Rock. Springtime is not a season that is meant to be cold, however in Skyrim every season manages to be cold in some form or the next.

    Kalila looked up to the sky, and through the leaves and pine needles. The sun was at its highest now, peaking noon. Surprised, she checked around her, and found that she had gotten much further into the forest than she had expected or thought. Time seemed to have been flying by as she glided through the land with ease and enjoyment. She was not incredibly certain where exactly she was, but from what she could tell the hold she had found herself in was Falkreath. Holds, Kalila thought amusingly, what a unique way of organizing sections of land. The system of Skyrim was much different than most others in Tamriel; Jarls, Thanes, Housecarls, a High King. A feudal system that is unique to the province. She did like the idea, however. Less complicated than Houses and Families, and a little less boring than the empire that covered the continent - less power-hungry too. It was a system of respect and honor, something that was rather lacking in the world nowadays.

    Being in the hold that she suspected to be in, it meant that at some point soon she would be reaching one of the main roads heading toward the hold’s namesake and capital city, Falkreath. It wasn’t her favorite of the capitals, as it was incredibly and depressingly drab and focused on such a glum subject. Every city has graves and its share of dead, but they do not name their businesses after that and act like it is everything that their city stands for. Dead Man's Drink? Honestly? It was better than one of the side towns and villages however, where the people tended to be reclusive, suspective and unfriendly to strangers. Plus, having a good Nordic meade and wholesomely made stew made any visit to a city worth it. Though she was not focused on how long it would take her to get there, she knew enough to know that she would get there before dusk came. Likely only ten or so miles from where she found herself walking.

    Deep inside of her she was secretly hoping that along the road someplace, she would find someone in need of her aid, or any sort of situation which let her release some of the primal aggression that currently laid dormant within her. It never pined to come out, and she never craved it too much, it was just something for her to do; something she enjoyed. Redguard spirit, she would jokingly call it in her head - that battle ready spirit. She drew one of her daggers from the sheathe on the back of her belt, and set the tip of its blade on her forefinger, setting her mind to balancing it as she walked. It took her a couple attempts, but before long she was walking at a steady pace, arm extended with a stiffly standing blade perched on the end of her hand without wavering. She grinned as a thought flew into her mind, and she reached for her other knife.

    It took some focus and repositioning, but before too long, she had two blades on the end of her hand, forefinger and and pinky. A brief sense of pride filled her stomach, and she giggled childishly. Something so simple, so silly, gave her so much amusement. There was a sliver of shame in it too, but she quickly shoved that away as there was nobody around to judge her actions and nobody around to scold her for them. She was a grown woman, and it was her business. Nobody else’s.

    Like the gods had heard her hope, the scream of a woman filled her ears. She clumsily dropped her knives onto the path, and jerked her head around, listening for a second outcry. When it came she turned heel in the direction which it came, picking up and sheathing her blades then taking off full sprint toward the source.

    It took but a minute before she found herself mere yards away from the scene. A young Nord girl cowered against a tree while three large, savage looking men of different descents stood over her. While two of them had their weapons drawn, one with a sword at the woman’s neck and the other a bow with an arrow drawn and aimed at her, the third tore violently through a small cloth bag. Throwing out item after item, he grunted and groaned with frustration, clearly not pleased with the contents he was finding within. “Where’s the coin?”

    I said, where’s the f***fing coin?” he said again, crouching down to be eye level with the shaking girl. He drew a dagger from his boot and held it up, firmly touching the tip against her cheek a mere flick away from drawing blood.

    As the man glanced up with his friends with a hearty and sinister grin, his eyes flinched and fell on Kalila. He stood up violently, glaring in her direction with a fiery stare. “You don’t have any business here bitch, move along.”

    Kalila grinned, and slowly the grin grew into a wide smile. She maintained eye contact with the man, whose gaze quickly grew frustrated with her presence. He took a few threatening steps in her direction, and the man with the bow turned his aim in her direction. The dagger wielding man spoke once more, louder and antagonized, “I said MOVE ALONG!

    Kalila calmly reached back and lightly set a hand on one of her daggers as she let a hearty, guttural chuckle escape her mouth. This was more than enough to keep the men distracted on her face rather than her body movements and subtle intentions. She maintained the same hearty grin, as she spoke up for the first time, “Naw, thanks for the advice though. Now, if I may offer you some in return: politely put your weapons away, all of you, return the girl’s things, and leave. Now. And fair warning, I won’t be asking twice.”

    The man’s face flinched with intensity, and she could see his jaw clench. The man with the sword finally turned his attention in her direction, while the man with the bow’s draw quivered slightly. The dagger wielder began to growl, and took a single step before Kalila let out a disappointed sigh.

    Her blade sliced through the air. His forehead became its target. An arrow flew. Her form dodged. Her second blade was sent away. The bowman’s neck squelched, impaled. A sword charged. Her left arm dipped away from its blade. Her right sliced up.

    The last of the three bodies joined the rest in their position on the ground around the girl, and Kalila calmly stepped forward and sheathed her sword. She knelt down in front of the girl, whose hands covered her eyes, and Kalila gently placed her belongings back into the cloth bag. She held it in her hand, as she set her other on the girl’s shoulder. She flinched, but Kalila met her reaction with a calm reply. “It’s alright sweetie, you’re safe. Let’s keep those eyes shut, and I’ll walk you to the road. How’s that sound?”

    The girl nodded her head quickly, and she stood up with Kalila’s guidance. Once they met the road, she uncovered her eyes and looked at Kalila thankfully. “Thank you so much.”

    “Not a problem dear,” Kalila replied shortly and softly, trying her best not to react to the few tears the girl dropped from her terrified eyes, “just hurry on home alright? I’ll be going that direction too here soon, so if anything happens I’ll be right along to help.”

    The girl nodded and turned to break into a jog toward what Kalila assumed to be Falkreath. She stood up straight, looking toward the afternoon sky with a slightly emotional sigh. The relief and appreciation she felt in her heart was heavy, thankful that she had gotten there when she did. As a warm breeze flowed its way through the trees, it met her nose with the scent of the trees and forest freshness which brought her mind back to a place of calmness. She turned and made her way through the trees back to the sight of the attack. When she got to the camp, she was surprised to be met by a lanky, brush colored coyote sniffing around the bodies of the bandits.

    “Shoo,” Kalila spoke sternly, gesturing with her hand as she carefully knelt down to tear her knife out of one of the men’s head, “go on, bugger off! Come back later, I have my things to collect and then I’ll pile them up for you. Ay?”

    The canine whined in response, turning her head and sitting herself down on the circumference of the battle site. Kalila sighed and rolled her eyes, stepping slowly and calmly to retrieve her other knife from the body the coyote sat closer to. Kalila flinched as the canine laid itself down, tilting its head the other way, not breaking its stare at her.

    “Well at least you’re respectful about being impatient,” Kalila muttered, pulling the blade out of the man’s neck, releasing a bubbling stream of blood from the hole the blade made. “Good lord. You wouldn’t happen to know where the river is do ya?”

    Kalila’s question was facetious and filled with an essence of sass. “Of course not, you’re a dog. I’m talking to a f***fing dog. Good one ‘lila.”

    Another whine from the coyote escaped its snout, followed closely by the snap of twigs behind it. Kalila jerked up straight, grasping both bloody blades firmly in her hands. She glared ahead, trying to locate the source of the step, seeing nothing. The feeling of a cold point on the ridge of her neck sent a chill down her spine, as she resisted the urge to react and flip around.

    “Drop ‘em,” a stern man’s voice commanded. Kalila complied without hesitation, nodding her head in understanding.

    “Did they deserve it? Or were you killing for the hell of it?” It asked just as firm.

    “They were robbing a little girl,” Kalila responded coolly and calmly, “when I asked them to leave her alone and walk away, they turned to attack me. I was simply defending her and myself. So yes, they deserved it.”

    The cold point fell away from her neck, as the voice made a light sound of approval. Kalila turned around to face her interrogator, finding a man dressed in fur kneeling over one of the bodies checking the wound. His chestnut hair and rugged goatee slightly betrayed his fair northern skin, but his looks undoubtedly matched his voice. He let out another approving, grunt-like noise as he moved to crouch over another of the bodies.

    “Clean,” he spoke again, much lighter and friendly this time, “masterful blade-work. Nice.”

    Kalila stared at the man in equal parts confusion and suspicion. “Thanks?”

    She turned startled, as the coyote hopped over the third body, and barreled into the man. It nuzzled into his face, chirping and whining excitedly as its body shook and writhed. Kalila fought away the urge to smile and turned to pick her daggers back up, this time holding them in an nonthreatening manner. She turned around to see the man standing facing her, but focusing on putting his bow away on his person and placing his single arrow back in his quiver. This time she could get a glimpse at his full person, including his face. It was slightly aged and battle worn but still retained an attractive youthfulness. His body was muscular and large, that of a man well trained and effective in battle and hunting. The fur clothing he wore looked fortified like armor, but loose and comfortable. Then he looked up at her, scanning her body in return. She glared at him for a moment, but when his eyes met her's she let the glare fade. She had just been doing the same to him. What had he thought of her?

    “So that’s yours then?” she asked, nodding to the canine.

    She’s Meadow,” he said, in a friendly reminding type of way, “and yes, she’s my girl. Is that yours?”

    He questioned her in a joking mock, clearly gesturing to the blood covering her hands. “No, that’d be theirs.”

    “Ah, well then,” he said with sincerity, “I suppose we should show you to the creek nearby then. Ay?”

    She thought he was asking her for a moment, but realized he had been asking his pet. She let the smile come this time, feeling slightly more comfortable with showing her happiness at the sight of such friendliness. “I guess that’d be alright.”
     
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    For those who are curious, Ek elska þik is Old Norse. It is pronounced eck-elsckah-theek, and it is translated to mean I Love You

    Do Bateki Mangai is a combination of Old Redguard/Yoku words roughly translating to mean Through/Of Life and Soul
     
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    Just posted Chapter 1: Life! Hope you enjoy those who read! I'm super invested and excited for this story!
     

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