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So it begins. Jan 10, 2013
Dar'Ajira awoke in a daze, near a road. Her head was pounding. What did she do last night? At the young age of 23, she usually managed to get into trouble. She vaguely remembered encountering a Khajiit caravan... did she buy something? She suddenly remembers and says to herself: "Ah, This One had Skooma! That explains the weird dream this one had..."
Ajira had dreamt of Dragons and Destruction. Boy, was she glad that nonsense isn't real.
She stumbled around the forest, trying to regain her bearings. This place was far from her home; was she near Riverwood? She'd heard of the town, but never ventured there before in her life. Surprising considering she was a traveler. Ajira felt a pang of pain as she often did when she remembered her childhood. The look on her late mother's face, when she saw [Ajira's] father's body on the ground. Then, a wave of pride comes, for the way her mother fought the Imperial scum who took his life, and then hers.
Ajira shook her head. "This one is hungry", she thought to herself, and began to explore her surroundings. She killed a few wolves and a rabbit with her bare claws before stumbling upon a small bandit camp, occupied by only three. Her attempts to sneak up on them failed; she must've still been hungover from the Skooma. So, she ambushed them, overtaking them easily as she often does. She held little regard for who they were- all she knew is they had supplies she could use, or sell. She found the usual: gold, armor, food. Ajira also had the good fortune to come across a training book, for one-handed combat. "This one will find this book useful in her journeys", she whispered under her breath. She went on, pausing only to kill a bandit in front of a mine. "Silly thing, thinking he could overtake this one" she thought, as she delivered her final blow. Pity that she had to bring death early to a fellow Khajiit, but she does what's necessary for survival. Ajira made a mental note to come back to this mine later in her travels; there must be something of value, if a guard stands out in front.
After only another two hours time, Ajira's intuition that she was near Riverwood was confirmed. She happened upon a woman named Gerdur, who, for some reason, provided her with supplies and a key to her house. Ajira ignored her requests for help, and immediately went to Gerdur's home and took what she could. Gold, animal pelts and food. Stopping only to cook her favorite meal, Apple Cabbage Stew.
Soon after departing Riverwood, Ajira came upon a group of four people. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was three Imperials who had taken a Stormcloak into custody. "This one will rain justice down upon these men, these scum, she will". Ajira wasted no time on the formalities of a surprise attack; she rushed in, killing all three men within minutes, looting their bodies. She kept the dagger of the first she killed- "A memento of the hatred that This One has for you, you Bastard". She approached the fearful Stormcloak, who harbored suspicion in his eyes. Trembling, he asked "Wh.. what do you want with me? Please, I am innocent!" Ajira allowed herself a small chuckle. "Not to worry, young Nord. This One has no qualms with you. She will unbind you from the Empire's unjust shackles, and provide you sustenance for your journey."
Ajira untied his hands, and gave him bread, a weapon and mead. The Nord thanked her before fleeing.
She continued on, towards the tall barriers of Whiterun. Just outside the gates, she spotted another Khajiit caravan. She recognized Ri'Saad- he was the one who sold her the Skooma. She stopped to speak with him and trade a few items. She noticed a new face, a female Khajiit by the name of Khayla. She spoke with her, learning her trade. "This One specializes in Sneaking. She will teach you to not be seen by those who oppose you." Ajira gladly paid her for her trouble, before walking over to the nearby horse carriage. "Where to?" the man asked. "This One would like to travel to Falkreath" Ajira replied, and handed him 50 gold coins.
---Upon arriving in Falkreath, Ajira finally felt more at home. More comfortable. This is the part of Skyrim she knows well. Ajira stopped in at the local inn, promptly telling the Imperial-biased Bard to stop his inane singing. She approached the barmaid, who commented on her dangerous, unique beauty. "You'll have the men wrapped around your finger in no time!", she said. Ajira thought "If only she knew what this one is capable of". She chatted with the barmaid while sipping on her Mead, which surprisingly, dulled the pain in her temples. She learned of a man, who happened to be in the bar, who was once a Jarl.She went over to speak with the man. He mentioned that Lod, the local Blacksmith, supports the Imperials. She made a mental note not to buy from or sell to this man, and accepted the task of retrieving a personal letter from Lod's home. She waited until the man was asleep, retrieved the letter, and easily slipped past the guard who awaited her outside. "No lollygagging, Milk Drinker." Ajira resisted the urge to rip his throat out- she was on a job. She was graciously rewarded by the former Jarl upon the letter's return. She retired to the inn for the night, getting some much needed and well-deserved sleep.
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