Yo Peeps, GateMasterGreen getting this summer rolling with a new fic for me. This is quite random, but that's not important. You all know my stories to be random if you follow me. The fandom? Elder Scrolls, more specifically Skyrim. I have a level 52 Redguard, but he's not the focus. No, my newest character is. Her name is Inducer. She too is a redguard with a pale complexion as opposed to the others of her race. This is a femslash (female x female) so, you know, fuck all logic. Leave hate comments, come on! Just do it! I can't wait to see them!
Funny enough, I have yet to receive any hate comments on any of my stories for having a femslash pairing. That's about 12 stories, I think.
Getting to the point! The story… SHALT BEGIN!
Disclaimer: I do not own Skyrim or any of the related content. Inducer is mine, however, and I will treat her as such.
Her fucking head hurt and it felt like her body was lead. Might have had something to do with an Imperial ambush, but it was out of her hands. She twitched her hands and cursed. They were bound together by thick strips of… wait. She grinned subconsciously, not wanting anyone to know of her plan. It wouldn't do to burn her way out of her bindings as it were, so she opened her eyes to look around. She cracked her eyes open and cursed again. Why couldn't the sun just tone down on it's brightness? Could we get some more bearable light?
"Finally awake, I see." A voice said, jerking her from her thoughts. She turned, eyes catching on a blond nord. He was rugged and his hair was pretty dingy, but that may be from the ambush.
"I'd rather you be quiet," she spoke. Quick and to the point, her voice molding the words with magic on her tongue. She could tell he was a talker, so she'd use her gifts in persuasion to get him to leave her be. Thankfully, he remained quiet, as was the other man. Not to mention the fact that the last one was gagged, not that she was complaining.
The wagon bucked and she stumbled on the seat, another thing coming to her attention. She looked down and cursed, out loud. "Fucking Divines, damn it." They clothed her. They fucking put clothes on her. A roughspun set of rags no less.
"Quiet back there." Called the driver.
She steamed in her seat and vowed vengeance on whatever poor soul dared clothe her in such rags as these. Yeah, she hated clothes. Not her fault, she just didn't find them comfortable. People had issues with her lifestyle, but she couldn't give a skeever's ass what they said. Men and women alike called her a whore. Sure, it hurt, but she wasn't going to change to make them happy. She was raised to like who she was and stand for herself, though her parents died before she took up this habit.
Her attention was pulled once more, this time by the gates of a town. Imperial flags hung on the outer walls, tattered and weather worn. The wagon ahead pulled in and pulled around a curve in the road, rolling into the town square. The wagons were parked and soon names were being called after the prisoners were out of the wagons.
A man in Imperial light armor had a list in hand and was calling names."Ulfric Stormcloak of Windhelm."
Ralof spoke. "It has been an honor, Jarl Ulfric."
"Lokir of Rorikstead." The woman watched as the nervous man freaked out.
"I'm not a Stormcloak! I'm not a rebel." He began running. "I won't let you kill me!"
The captain called out. "Archers!" And Lokir was promptly shot down. She turned back to the line of prisoners. "Anyone else want to try running?"
Silence. The soldier with the list called the next name. "Ralof of Riverwood." The blond nord from earlier stepped away and got in line with the others. He looked at her and she rolled her eyes. "Wait. Who are you?"
She smiled saucily at him. "My name's Inducer, sweetheart." One solid black eye winked at the man, causing him to gulp.
Inducer. She was a petite woman, though that didn't mean she was weak. She was a Redguard, though not as dark as any of her kind. Her hair was blonde, like her mothers, and she had her smooth complexion. Her face was heart shaped and her lips pouty and adorable. Her breasts were somewhat large, but not abnormal, and her body was curved quite nicely. She was a goddess amongst the mortals and everyone damn well knew it.
She looked him over. "What's your name, sweetheart?"
"Hadvar." He said before turning to look at his captain. "What do we do? She's not on the list."
"She goes to the block with the rest of them."
The man frowned, but nodded. "Sorry, prisoner. I'll make sure your remains are returned to Hammerfell."
Inducer sighed, but walked over to the others and looked up in the sky, just as a loud cry was heard.
"What was that?!" One of the men cried.
"Nothing!" Retorted a bald, older man. He wore heavy armor and held an air of authority. "Continue with the execution." He turned to the Priestess of Arkay. "Read them their rights."
The poor woman wasn't given a chance to as one of the men bustled up and offered himself up as the first to die, going on about how the Divines smiled down on him. His head fell into the box and Inducer looked away. She wasn't one much for gore, even if neccesary.
"Next. The prisoner." Inducer frowned, but walked forward. She turned to look at the block, being pushed to her knees and leant over the block.
She could smell blood, but she also heard another loud screech in the distance, closer than before. She watched as the executioner lifted his blade, only for a black dragon to land on a tower, shaking the ground and causing the axe wielder to stumble. Now was her chance. She rolled to the side and onto her feet, her hands catching fire and stripping through the leather straps on her wrists. Another flash of magic and she held a bound dagger in each hand. They weren't the best, but they'd do for now.
Inducer ran into the closest building, a tower, and began climbing steps. The landing above her exploded as the dragon blew it open, quickly roasting the men inside before taking off again. She got up to the flat floor of the landing and looked out of the hole. There was house just below, the bedroom clearly visible. She jumped out and landed on the wooden floor. Inducer tucked into a roll and went over the edge and down onto the ground floor, landing on her feet and running out the doorway.
Outside, Hadvar pulled back a boy as a jet of fire shot past the both. His eyes locked on Inducer and he yelled out to her. "Still alive, prisoner? Stay with me, if you want to keep it that way!."
Nodding, she quickly followed behind him as they made their way through the wreckage of the burning town. They ran past a group of archers and approached a large building, some Stormcloaks making their way to the building at the same time. She heard Hadvar yell at Ralof, but neither side confronted the other, and soon enough, the two were safely inside the keep.
Hadvar glanced around the room before looking over at her. "Go ahead and check the chest. I'm sure there's equipment you could use." He turned and walked over to the door on the opposite side of the room. As he walked, he heard her jog from chest to chest, searching and grabbing some things. Figuring she had found some stuff, he spoke. "You ready?" When he turned, though, he couldn't believe his eyes.
Inducer wasn't wearing a shirt and was pulling off her pants. When she finished, she ripped the shirt, making a makeshift strip before taking the pants and using her daggers to cut the pockets from the pants. She tied the strip around the middle of the pockets before tearing some more strips from the shirt and using it to make a strap to go over her shoulder. Nodding at her craftwork she smiled and turned towards Hadvar. "I'm ready to go."
He gaped and stuttered over his words. "B-but you're-"
"Naked. Yes, yes I am. Now, if it's a problem, either look away or stab your eyes out." She crossed her arms, glaring at him. She would kill him if he tried to force her into wearing something. Sure, she wore shoes, but that was because rocks hurt like hell and she'd rather not be cleaning her soles every time she stopped.
"It's not proper." He tried, but she shut him down.
"And I don't give a flying fuck, Imperial. This is how I live. If you try to clothe me, you'll find my daggers in some… unfortunate places." She stalked past him and through the door, not casting a glance back. "Now, come on. We've got a town to run from."
Trying not to look at her, he followed, keeping his eyes on the back of her head and away from her rear.
XXXGMGXXX (I'm skipping all the madness and what not)
The two exited the cave, though Inducer's makeshift sack was replaced with an actual one, this one filled with her plunder from the caves. She could sell the Stormcloak armor, she figured, and make a profit. She had a robe in her hand, having taking it off the dead body of a mage she found in a cage. She was aware of the magical property of the robes, the only true reason to have them. Also, from what Hadvar had said, they were heading into a town and she'd rather not go through any drama. Begrudgingly, she put on the robes, but only the robes. Hadvar had relaxed slightly and the two were on their way to Riverwood.
After receiving her blessing from the Mage Stone and fighting some wolves. The duo walked into town and made their way to the blacksmith. Hadvar's uncle proved very kind and offered them sanctuary and listened with slight disbelief as they explained the situation of the dragon and Helgen. After it had been sorted out and Inducer given supplies. She made her way across the street and walked into the general goods store. She walked in as the two people inside finished arguing. The man took notice her and waved her over.
"So," she drawled, "what happened?"
"Thieves broke in and took merchandise." He said. "But we still have stuff to sell. They only took one thing. An ornate golden claw. A memento of sorts."
Inducer smiled kindly. "I could retrieve it for you. Just tell me where and I'll get it for you."
"You'd do that?" He asked and she nodded. "I have some coin coming in from a shipment. Get me the claw and it's yours."
Inducer grinned. "Now that's a deal I can get behind." She shook his hand. "You've got yourself a deal. Now… where is it?"
The man frowned. "My guess would be Bleak Falls Barrow, the ruin in -"
"The mountain across the river. I'm aware. My friend filled me in on it on the way to town." She turned and waved as she walked out the door.
As she stepped outside, she patted her hips, making sure her daggers were stable. She had asked Alvor for some dagger sheaths and straps, which the man gave her with no argument. She also asked for some of his finer metal, surprised when he handed her moonstone ore. When she went to return them, he had shook his head and winked, saying that he felt that they belonged to her.
Peeking inside her robe, she glanced at the pair of sheathed Elven daggers and nodded. All set, she jogged down the road, her fur boots pattering on the stone walkway. She exited the town and crossed the bridge, heading up into the mountain.
Once she was sure she was out of anyone's line of sight, she peeled off the robes and placed them in the pack, replacing her bow and quiver on her back, with her daggers at her waist. Slipping her pack on, she began her trek up the mountain. As she ascended, she fought off a few wolves, sending them into the afterlife with a few jolts of electricity. Later on, she fought a few bandits and continued her way to the summit.
After taking out a few bandits and looting them, she entered the place and sighed. She had a long day ahead of her.
End of chapter 1.
So, yeah. INDUCER IS A NUDIST SO FUCK YOUR SHIT! Yeah, if you have an issue… meh, I don't give no fucks. So, to sum her up. She wears only boots and her weapon straps. I'll eventually give her a pauldron, just for aesthetics, but that's about it. She will be paired with the vampire from the Dawnguard expansion. Check the pairing for her name. I haven't typed it cuz I'm too lazy to search how to spell it. Also, I'll be cutting a lot of the filler stuff and getting to the better parts as fast as possible. Also, next chapter will most likely have small cut scenes showing her progressing through the Barrow, since I don't want to go into all the monotonous details of going through Nordic Ruins. Next, Tyson will be intervening for plot reasons and will be gone within a few paragraphs of appearing, unless you'd rather him stay. He's basically there to be cryptic, point her in the direction of her destined love, and leave. So, for now… This is GateMasterGreen, Signing off!