So this is just the beginning and I know it's not much but the next bit is a lot longer than basically a bar scene. My account is also being a pain in the ass and I can't upload pictures notably the pic for this story. Anyways I've been playing way too much Skyrim lately and this is the fruit of all that gameplay. This applies to anything I might write in the future but please let me know if there are any errors and please leave some feedback it's much appreciated. I own nothing you recognize as canon. All said things belong to Bethesda.
Prologue: A Drunk's Discovery
Alone... So very alone. Actually I was surrounded by merry men, women and elves but their cheerfulness could not pierce my heart. Dead. My family, all dead save for me. I placed the empty bottle back on the counter alongside another Septim and went back to the tasteless mutton and potatoes. I looked up at the clunk of glass on wood signaled a new bottle of wine. I stared into the dark eyes of the bartender, an older woman with more lines in her face than smooth skin.
" Loss takes time to recover from son. Don't try to just drown it all with mead and wine." She slid the gold piece back across the counter." It's on me." I felt myself smile slightly as I pocketed the coin. I felt the oilskin envelope that held my inheritance other than a bit of gold. I'd been afraid to open it but two bottles of Black-Briar mead really lower your inhibitions.
" Mara guide me." I mumbled as I broke the stitches with my knife. I tipped the envelope over and a small cloth bag, a book and a scroll fell to the counter, the bag hitting harder than the others. I grabbed the book which was bound in worn blue leather and had several ribbon bookmarks protruding from the bottom. I set the book down and unrolled the scroll revealing a map of all of Tamriel in incredible detail. I blinked as the seas seemed to churn and quickly rolled it back up. Guess I had a bit too much to drink after all. I looked at the bag, even more hesitant about it than the envelope itself. I'd gone this far so I reluctantly grabbed the bag. I pulled at the tiny knot for maybe a minute before it came undone. I dumped its contents into my palm and just stared.
Last time I had seen this piece it was clasped around my mothers neck. An amazingly thin chain coiled over much of my hand but I knew it wouldn't break. Whoever had made it had been too careful. The chain led of a metal disk maybe two inches wide with a lip and a strange coiling pattern across its face. And embedded in the center was a brilliantly blue gem brighter than the sky in the morning that had always seemed to shine with its own light.
Sheer force of habit bade me to glance upwards but my mother's face wasn't there to greet me. I slumped on the stool and grabbed my things, stuffing the into the pouches I'd sewn to the inside of my coat. I grabbed the untouched bottle from the counter and tossed a few gold in its place before stumbling home. It's gonna be a long night...