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Summary: A memory is a hard thing to lose; but when a Dunmer loses her memory of how, when, and why she got on Cyrodiil she comes face-to-face with a Daedra Knight. Is it simply her destiny, or is it about something so much more?
A/N : Yeah! It's been awhile, but I'm back from my... vacation from writing. Those of you who have read my other story, sorry but it is on hold for the while. Maybe in a bit I will continue it. So! Here's my first Oblivion fic and I thought it would be so much fun after I got the idea from the story 'Playing with Fire: Oblivion's Forbidden Law' by ChesherCatGrin. I did get her permission for the slightest of sameness, but definitely enough that you can't tell! At least I hope not, it's kinda hard to make a romance like I am without having small similarities to others of the like. Anyhoo, Begin!
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Golden eyes peered out from an ebony hood, the glow disappeared momentarilly before shining from the darkness once again. The lithe figure of a Blood Elf leaned precariously over a tree branch, surveying the night-cloaked fields before her. She donned jet black clothing of the assassin to aid in camouflaging with the night. Though, assassin she was not.
One last glance was served to the landscape before soft footsteps alighted on the ground at the base of the tree.
A cool wind tugged at her hood, causing it to fall back for only a moment to reveal dark crimson hair before it was once again pulled back securely in its place. She fluidly and silently flashed thru the brush of the forest and out across the nearly bare fields of grass. Oh, how she wished she had a mount. A stunning black beast with silky hairs and warm eyes, sharp hooves and a heightened sense speed. But, that was a soon discarded wish, for she held only a few septims to her name. Hopefully enough to buy rations from the next inn or town she came across.
Radiac; her name was... hard to describe. She belonged to no factions, and she held no feelings toward another. She was unsure of her belief in the gods and goddesses, though sometimes, in the depths of thought, she would send a word of prayer to the only goddess she could say she was partial toward. The goddess of the wind, Kynareth. She held no true concept of the gods and goddesses or for what they did to aid in her life. If there were no gods or goddesses would there truly be just a void in the place of land and sea, thought her, would there be no such things as Elves or humans or any of the beasts? Would the fairylore of Daedra and Dremora not have ever been constructed? Such is hard to believe.
Radiac had been born in the province of Morrowind, in a cruel poverty-struck village that had hardened her senses, making her quick and strong, stealthful and agile. Though it was harsh on her, she was greatful of her childhood home, for the effect was much better than living as an ignorant highborn and being defenseless to the things that prowled upon the weak. She did not remember anything of her past, she just awoke one day in a quaint farmhouse near the Gold Coast in the province of Cyrodiil.
Beyond Conception
Prologue: The Sirens' Guest
By: Five Sided Dice
First was the headache, it seemed to pound through her ears and she thought lightly in wonderment why she had not awoken sooner from the loud noise.
Second came the whispers, her fragile nose picked out three women from the darkness of her closed eyes. Their voices were low, but her delicately shaped ears picked out trace words.
"Dunmer... seductive."
"Color... contrasts... others."
"Yes... eyes."
True, it was intriguing to eavesdrop on the conversation of the women, but unknowing of the situation and where she stood in it, the Dunmer let out a fake sigh and opened and closed her mouth a few times as if trying to dispel a foul taste. The women, she noted, immediately turned silent.
"So, the dark-skinned damsel finally awoke?" Radiac slowly opened her eyes, faking sudden awakeness and truthfully happy for the dim light of the room, to see the speaker being a startlingly pretty Nord. Not to say that she had thought all Nords to be ugly...
The dunmer blinked her fiery eyes a few times before swallowing to slicken her dry throat, then she replied weakly, "S'wit."
The Nord only blinked, slightly taken aback, though an Imperial was quick to reply with a wry smile. "So! She has bite, too. Perfect. Signy, Tsarrina, go to the basement and get her a dress. One that is a little showy."
After the two women left through a nearby door, the Imperial gave a dazzling smile and helped the Dark Elf into a sitting position. The elf wore forest green trousers and a simple dirtied tunic, her facade none in the least showing her confusion over everything that was unfolding.
"Good morn', I am Faustina Cartia." She bowed slightly before asking of the Dark Elf's name.
"Radiac," she replied simply in a bored tone.
"Oh, come now! Don't be so reserved. I know... you just need a good cleaning. I wouldn't blame your attitude if I was as grimy as you, but I do envy your natural beauty. It shines through even under the muck." The woman led her to a washbowl across the room, handing her a cloth and leaving her to the task as she went to the basement to check up on her sisters in crime.
This Dunmer, she is quite unordinary. Her eyes are exotic to say the least for her species. She would be perfect in this business... although, I can sense something strong within her. I have an unnerving feeling that she won't be staying for long..., the Spellsword reminisced before stopping infront of the two women who were bowed over a small armoire picking thru the linens.
"Oh, this one would look striking on the Elf. The navy would collide against the ash-grey of her skin and the gold trim would shine with the same strangeness of her eyes." The Nord, Signy Home-Wrecker, fawned over the clothing before standing to flash it infront of her peer's eyes.
"Oi, it wouldn't look half bad on the little wench," the aggressive Khajiit complimented half-heartedly.
"Yes, but before I take it to her... Well, nevermind."
The Nord and Khajiit glanced over at the Spellsword, silently urging her on.
"Hmm. I suspect she won't go along with our plans, I believe we might should cater to her, then allow her to take her leave. No questions asked, no secrets slipped."
The two thieves glanced at one another, before nodding in silent agreement toward their superior. They didn't have to question Faustina, she always seemed to have a secret knowledge of these things.
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Radiac slowly dipped the cloth into the bowl and glanced at her reflection in the cracked mirror, though her eyes were unseeing as she rubbed her face clean.
I'm leaving as soon as they allow me. That's all there is. All I have left are a few flashbacks and memories, yet I don't remember how I cam to be here. Why am I here? She struggled to grasp the most recent memory her mind revealed to her. I was on a ship? Bound for... ... Cyrodiil. Yes, that's it. So, I must be in Cyrodiil, but Cyrodiil has few main waterways connecting to the ocean and neither are near Morrowind. Once again training her mind's eye to view a map she finally recovered a brief image of a map of Cyrodiil, though it was partially torn and left much to be desired. That leaves Anvil, but I feel as if there is yet another city near the ocean. She sighed with exasperation.
The only choice left was to hint to Faustina Cartia about something that might bring up the name of the city.
She brewed over this as she finished swiping the rag over her arms. She heard quiet footsteps at the basement door, then it opened with only slight hesitation. Radiac dropped the rag beside the bowl and turned her burning gaze to the three women who passed thru the doorway. For a faint moment, she felt a sense of being cornered, then it disintegrated as if it never occurred.
"Here, Radiac." The Imperial passed the younger girl the amber and blue dress. "You may keep it, for we have too many dresses as it is."
Radiac nodded allowing any 'thank you's the women could have expected to slip away. She would not appreciate the good will of others such as themselves. Though she was gracious for their kindness, she could smell the deceit in their scents and she caught the untrustful glances the Khajiit and Nord tried to suppress. It bothered her none, for she felt just as untrusting towards them.
After the women gave her quick privacy to change, then all was ready for her departure, the three walked Radiac to the door with smiles.
"How far is the city from here?" The Dunmer slipped in nonchalantly as she stood in the doorway of the cottage. She felt an open breeze thru the thin silk of her dress and almost smiled in delight. It seemed like it had been forever since the last time she had felt the breeze and seen the green trees of a forest.
"Ahh... It doesn't lie too far from here. Just follow that path and in about an half hour you will run across a fork that leads you to either Anvil or Kvatch."
Radiac nodded her head to them, giving it a slight tilt to the side that she tried labeling as the closest thing to a bow she would allow.
"Come visit us again at the Gweden Farm any time," said Faustina, I doubt we will ever see her again.
"Fetcher," replied Radiac with the faintest of smiles before she turned away and followed the dirt path mentioned, I hope I will never see them again.
After some time of walking, the Dunmer found herself at a more formal road; the white, paved cobblestones shone against the green grass vividly; and said fork. She gave each direction a quick glance. The left sign read 'Anvil' while the right read both 'Kvatch' and 'Imperial City'. She surveyed her attire and gave a slight grimace toward the clothing she had allowed them to her dress in. Immediately she wished she had kept her other clothing, though they were almost too worn for wear. I will get new clothes!
Radiac lifted her head high, a determined gleam flashed in her sizzling, exotic gaze. She subconsciously licked her lips and turned down the path that further endowed her destiny.
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A/N : Oh, the cliffy! Nah, not really... Well, maybe... So, if ya really love me, or like me a little, or maybe even like my story a bit I will give you an awesome sure-fire step-by-step way to show your love! (Or itty-bitty amount of like)
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