ShadowMage
Article Writer
This is saved for my fan-fic, so no one takes my idea.
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The clouds covered the sky Riften, making it grey and gloomy. Dyn tried to cover her limp, but to no avail. She was embarrassed, as no Nord woman gets beat up by a high elf, especially if that Nord woman is a companion in The Circle. She was praying to Talos, the almighty Nord god, that a hero would save her, that Skyrim-Tamriel even- would not be destroyed by the World-Eater. Then the drunk High Elf bastard for even a Thalmor agent tripped her and smashed her ankle with a mace. Luckily the elf was weak, so he only bruised her ankle.
Her prayer was to send down the Dragonborn form Aetherius to kill The World-Eater. She was a prisoner at Helgen, one of the few non-Stormcloak prisoners also. She was the last one about to be executed, besides Ulfric, when The World-Eater destroyed Helgen in instants.
"Hey, Dynie, rough day much?" she heard a soothing voice call,"you look hurt, a lot."
Dyn turned to see a familiar face, and not a bad one either, standing in the Market Square. Brynjolf. He was always a good friend to her, and at a time a little more, but now was not the time for her to be bothered.
***WORK IN PROGRESS***
The clouds covered the sky Riften, making it grey and gloomy. Dyn tried to cover her limp, but to no avail. She was embarrassed, as no Nord woman gets beat up by a high elf, especially if that Nord woman is a companion in The Circle. She was praying to Talos, the almighty Nord god, that a hero would save her, that Skyrim-Tamriel even- would not be destroyed by the World-Eater. Then the drunk High Elf bastard for even a Thalmor agent tripped her and smashed her ankle with a mace. Luckily the elf was weak, so he only bruised her ankle.
Her prayer was to send down the Dragonborn form Aetherius to kill The World-Eater. She was a prisoner at Helgen, one of the few non-Stormcloak prisoners also. She was the last one about to be executed, besides Ulfric, when The World-Eater destroyed Helgen in instants.
"Hey, Dynie, rough day much?" she heard a soothing voice call,"you look hurt, a lot."
Dyn turned to see a familiar face, and not a bad one either, standing in the Market Square. Brynjolf. He was always a good friend to her, and at a time a little more, but now was not the time for her to be bothered.
