Chapter 1: Summerset Village
Dense clouds fill the sky as a soft rain falls upon Eastern Cyrodil. Much needed after a long Summers drought, the rain pours as if the gods themselves were crying tears of great sorrow. Yet the small Village or Summerset receives a much smaller amount of rainfall than Other parts of the region.
A small Khajiit woman stands upon her porch gazing out into the rain watching her fellow villagers continue upon their tasks as if the day was bright. The forest drenched, and the rivers high, raising concern of possible flooding for most cities, yet Summerset sits firmly upon the crest of Marrow hill. Thus preventing the possibility for flooding. The Khajiit takes a deep break filling her snout with th fragrance of the nearby blooming foxglove plants and scents of her fellow villagers.
A bit to the East across the river a Dark Elf climbs out of the entrance of an old desolate cave. His deep green glass armor is tainted with blood and has many nicks and scratches covering it. His thick coal black hair is pulled into a long ponytail and slick with rain. He pulls a large sack out of the open cave and throws it over his shoulder releasing a deep grunt. He looks around and begins to trek towards the river.
"No wonder the cave was beginning to flood, this river is getting high," The Elf says as he begins to walk towards the water. "Good thing the Arcane University enchanted my necklace with the ability to walk over water."
With a twitch of her ears the Khajiit takes another soft breath and notices a foreign scent nearby. With that she turns to face Silver-Tongue, an argonian woman with a deep love for the water.
"What is it Risha?" Silver-Tongue asks in a relaxed tone.
"I smell an unfamiliar scent coming from the East," Risha replies.
"Is the presence that of a beast?"
"It's hard to tell for sure, it smells of Elf, but also of goblin."
"You said it's from the East did you not?"
"Yes."
"Fort Gold-Throat's just across the river, are you sure you smell Elf?
"Yes, it's probably a treasure hunter knowing these parts."
"We'll find out."
Risha turns to face her home and lets out a silent sigh. Pushing open the door she walks into her small four room home. Its architecture is of Nordish ascent, the walls made of a deep oak, with dark mahogany trim. The ceiling is made up of intricate tiles filled with small designs of the Nine.
She walks into the bedroom and over to her cupboard of clothes and pulls out a soft blue hood to match her outfit. She places it over her head and pulls it down, glancing over she notices her necklace of feather on the bedside stand. Putting it into her pocket, she walks towards the ladder which leads to her roof.
Climbing up she pushes on the hatch, upon opening it and sending rain down upon her head she notices the storm slowly brewing.
"Looks like we got something strong on its way."
Looking to the East she sees the Elf walking across the rushing river.
"Well, what do I see coming across the river?" she whispers with a purr.
Her eyes watch the Elf as he crosses the rushing river, nearly losing his footing due to the current. She closes the hatch and stands, gazing at him even harder.
"Why does he smell so familiar."