Oh ho ho, a new story? I recently had this idea knocking about in my head, and I decided...why not? It is highly recommended that you read "The Story of Steve" before this one, since it's another story about Steve ;)

The alt. title to this little story is "A Girl and Her Dremora", haha.

Also, this is going to be multi-part, but I'm going to try to keep it concise and semi-short, so that it'll be easy to write, and read.

There will be 2 OC characters in this, along with a bunch of random no-named or randomly named, fodder here and there.

And now, without further ado...enjoy!


There was only a slight bite to the air, a rarity for Skyrim, no matter where you were in the province.

Steve the Dremora had just been summoned by his semi-mortal mistress, though he didn't immediately feel battle.

Even after all this time, the first breath he inhaled on Nirn after being conjured made him want to gag.

His breath fogged the air only slightly as a group of three figures crouched behind some rocks on a rise.

"Thalmor," she whispered.

"You hesitate," he replied, knowing that a Thalmor patrol was absolutely no match for her, let alone her, him, and the Storm Antronach she affectionately called "Virgil".

"Yeah," she muttered back. "There's only two of them, they always travel with three. Also, they seem to be moving especially slow…"

"Perhaps someone else already killed number three," he remarked in humor.

She chuckled, "If only."

"A trap?"

"Most likely."

She glanced over her shoulder, "Virgil, what do you think?"

Steve wasn't sure if she could actually somehow hear the swirling mass of rocks speak, or if she was just being polite, but nevertheless she nodded and returned to looking at the Thalmor agents below.

She often asked all her conjured creatures questions or conversed with small talk. He didn't quite get it.

"Alright, let's spring the trap. It's rude to keep them waiting, after all. I have no idea how many others will spring out once we go down there. I guess I should have brought Jordis with me after all…all well. Get ready."

She grinned, notched an arrow, and released.

A Thalmor twenty feet away fell to the ground, dead.

That was the cue.

Steve excitedly jumped to his feet and raised his board sword up, shouting; "You meet your end, mortal!"

The Thalmor that was left made a smart decision and ran the opposite way.

"Oh no you don't, chicken!" the Dragonborn yelled, giving chase.

As somewhat expected, at least a dozen extra, previously hidden Thalmor soldiers and mages stepped into the fray.

One was dead in a few seconds by another arrow and a lightning bolt to the face from Virgil.

Another got cleaved by Steve. He spun to meet another, but the elf was fast and dodged, back stepping a few paces to stay away.

He heard an "oof" behind him and looked over to see an odd purple glow on the ground, surrounding his mistress's foot. It was a familiar circle of runes.

She looked down, frowning. "A Daedric binding circle? Well, well, look at what the supposed Aedra worshipping Thalmor have been up too!"

Alarmed, he moved one step towards her.

"Mistress,"

"I'm fine," she said, waving him towards the battle. Virgil was taking on quite a few by himself. "I'll work on disarming it, or, just kill the wizard casting it."

He turned back to them and saw two wizards in the back of the group, both obviously casting magic. They were going to die.

"You will bleed!"

The solider that had sidestepped him earlier was no match for another round, and he struck him down. Virgil had taken care of another female warrior by himself, but he was horribly outmatched.

Two more Thalmor went down.

Another.

Another.

They were obviously trying to protect the two wizards in the back, but they were no match.

Apparently sensing his impeding doom, one of the wizard's spells faltered as he took a step back, and Steve heard his mistress say something about the binding loosening.

He prepared to swing his sword, but then was a shout from the final Thalmor wizard and a lot of things happened at once.

There was an explosion, a lot of shouting, and he had the strangest feeling run over his body. It was like mist or rain, but he felt it inside. Shaking off the horrid sensation, he turned to the nearest elf, who looked far too smug.

He swung his sword and decapitated her.

"Wait, what?!" the wizard that hadn't spooked said, looking shocked.

Virgil was hit one last time and dematerialized. The solider that had defeated him shouted at the spellcasters; "We are routed! Fall back!"

"No!" one wizard retorted. He was the one that hadn't seemed so nervous.

The Dragonborn drew her Daedric swords. "Did you just beat up my Atronach?"

"Damn you!" the Thalmor spat.

She rolled her eyes, "Yeah, yeah, we going to fight or what?"

He narrowed his eyes and raised his hands, as if ready to wield magic, but then…

The ground quivered, the air crackled and everyone present stopped moving and tensed.

"What spell did you just cast?!" the Dragonborn snapped, looked alarmed at the mages.

They both looked equally as surprised, and the younger of the two, still nervous, turned to his fellow wizard. "What is happening?"

The older wizard snarled and cast an armor spell on himself, shouting; "You never should have come here!"

Steve raised his sword level with his face, but he never got to use it.

The ground rumbled again and the air quivered so much it shocked him with little zaps of electric magicka.

And then a lot of things happened at once. Again.

There was blinding light, shaking rocks and horrible, smoky air that burst from nowhere.

And then, everything went dark.


Steve came too with the feeling of water lapping through the spaces between his armor plates on one side. Also, he had a massive headache.

There was the sound of someone groaning nearby.

He sat upright, faster then he really should have, to make sure his mistress was alright.

But it wasn't her, it was one of the Thalmor wizards. He had also landed on the shore of the slow-moving river and was just sitting up when Steve looked over.

Seeing the Dremora he froze for a moment, eyes going wide, before he scrambled to get to his feet. In his haste, he slipped on mud and loose pebbles and fell to his hands and knees with a startled yelp.

Steve jumped to his feet, ignoring his aches and pains and was glad to see his sword laying next to him in the riverbed. He grabbed it before stomping towards the terrified elf.

"Mortal!"

"Ah! Don't kill me!" the Thalmor agent cried, hurrying to stand.

Steve knocked him with the butt of this sword in the back, sending him toppling over once more into the mud and rocks.

"What did you do, mortal!?" he bellowed.

The Altmer rolled to his back and propped himself up on his hands, apparently wanting to look his attacker in the eyes. "I-I didn't do anything! I swear! Please don't kill me! I'm too young to die!"

Steve narrowed his eyes and held his sword aloft, ready to strike. "Your continued existence depends on the next words you utter,"

The elf swallowed, but made no amounts to run or speak.

"A spell was cast." Steve began, angry. "I am here, my mistress is not. What spell was cast?"

The Thalmor took a shaky breath, "I-I swear I don't know, I-I don't know what happened. I think something went wrong."

He winced, "U-um, the spell that Sindalor cast was supposed to un-bind you and the other creatures from the Dragonborn. But…I don't know if it worked. You seemed to still be under her control before the spell overloaded."

He stared at him for a long, hard moment. "You fool," he spat. "We aren't under her control! We willingly serve her as companions."

The Thalmor blinked, "Oh…w-well, that would explain that part, then…"

"What else do you know?"

He shook his head, "N-nothing, nothing! We were trying to set a trap for the Dragonborn, Sindalor decided that if we turned her conjurations against her, we might be able to kill her. I don't know what happened after that."

"Then you are of no use to me," Steve intoned, tightening his grip on his sword.

The elf flinched, and Steve hesitated.

He didn't really like killing people so pathetic. Plus, at the moment, he wasn't really threatening anyone.

And suddenly Steve realized he had no idea where he was, where his mistress was or anything about Nirn, really.

"Perhaps you can be of use," he muttered, sheathing his sword. "Mortal, you are going to help me find my mistress,"

The Thalmor cracked one eye open, looking unsure. "Uh…."

"Refusal is not recommended." Steve growled.

He winced again. "Er…right, just, never make deals with Daedra, they say…"

"This is no deal," Steve complained. "I need help to find my mistress. You like your head attached to your body. We are…helping each other,"

"Oh…well, when you put it like that…"

Steve nodded, satisfied with the way he handled that conversation. Apparently, mortals weren't any different to talk to then Dremora.

"What is your name, mortal?" he asked.

Again, the elf hesitated.

"What now?" he asked, irritated.

The Thalmor agent swallowed. "Never tell a Daedra your name,"

Steve groaned. "I can't call you mortal, that's what I will be calling other mortals we meet. It will be confusing. Give me a fake name if you think I'm going to somehow curse you."

The elf hesitated. "I guess I could do that, but…well, I'll just assume I'm a dead Mer either way, so…"

He put a hand to his chest, "Alistair,"

"Steve." He replied, proud of his name.

Alistair made a face. "Steve?"

"My name."

"…Okay."

Steve made a gesture for him to stand. "Come on, we have much to do."

Alistair stood on shaky legs, still looking pale and uncertain. "Do you know where we are?"

"I was hoping you did." Steve replied.

Alistair bit his lip, "I've…only been in Skyrim two days. I just got here. I just graduated from the academy. I just assumed you knew where we were."

"I don't. Mistress says the summoning power to conjure me here is extreme, and she can only hold the binding for so long. I've only seen bits and pieces of this place. This, is not one off those places.

They both stood, water lapping at their ankles, and stared at each other.

"Well," Alistair said. "I guess two is better than one…?"

Steve frowned.