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I hope you all enjoyed the last chapter! I know it wasn't much but I am trying to delve into just a little backstory before I go on that way I am not leaving anyone in the dark and making it so I don't have to post a prequel….though I may anyways depending. Thank you for all that have reviewed on it as well!

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Chapter 2 –

It was days later when I awoke in a small room, the smell of meat roasting over an open flame permeating the room. The room looked like any ordinary inn room, containing a bed, desk, bookshelf, and a chair. I was covered in heavy furs, one of the most comfortable things I had slept on in well over two months now. I had only been awake for a few moments when a man in his mid to late twenties walked in, an astonished look on his face when his brown eyes met my sea foam green ones.

He had mousy brown hair that went down to the middle of his ears, and was straight enough to make some women I knew envious. His face somewhat reminded me of my fathers, kind yet with a hardness that spoke of having seen quite a few things during his lifetime. He had the makings of a moustache under his nose that was kept well-trimmed. He had the frame of someone that worked out a lot, not too muscled yet not too thin at the same time. He wore a full sleeved tan shirt that hugged his arms, showing off the bulge of muscles. Covering the shirt was a well-worn black leather vest that looked as though it could probably do with being replaced sometime soon. He also had on a pair of simple black breeches and a belt that was adorned with many little pouches, able to hold quite a few small things such as coins and so on.

From the first glance I couldn't see any visible weapons on him but when I looked down towards his boots I could see the hilt of a small knife stuffed into the boot on his right foot. "Glad to see you are finally wake Lass, I was starting to wonder if that knot on your head was worse than I thought." He was with a smile of approval, kind brown eyes wondering over my covered figure. "I have someone here who ha-"

He cut off when a large black blur bolted from behind him, his booted feet flying out from underneath him, and sending the stranger crashing into the unforgiving wooden floor. It was almost comical the way he fell, though I worked hard to suppress the laugh that threatened to break through between clenched lips.

In the second it took me to blink Koji was sitting at my bedside, his massive front paws on the fur blankets covering me, carefully looking me over with intelligent crystal blue eyes. Once he seemed satisfied that I was alright he struck, his pink tongue leaving a wet trail of slobber as it passed along the length of my cheek, his stubby tail wagging so quickly I was pretty sure he could clean the floor with his butt.

"Damned bear-dog of yours has been bugging me nonstop all morning." The strange man said as he got up, making a big show out of dusting himself off. "He must have known you were going to be waking up." His posture spoke of annoyance but his expression was nothing but amused.

I could understand where he got the impression bear-dog. Koji was a Mabari Warhound, a breed of dogs specifically bred for war. He weight about a total of eighty to ninety pounds, a normal weight for his species, and stood about four feet tall on all fours. He was an intelligent animal, able to think and understand commands without difficulty….even played cards with him on a few times though his tells are easy to spot. All in all he sort of looked like a really buff wolf with black fur, silver eyes, and a stubby tail that never seemed to stop wagging.

Mabari Warhounds were also fiercely protective of their masters, the fact that Koji had let a complete stranger near me while I was unconscious spoke very highly of this stranger. The strange man introduced himself as Brynjolf and told me he had found me on the rocky beach near the small town of Dawnstar. With the help of the Innkeepers wife, though apparently she did most of it, they got me changed out of my wet clothes and under the furs in an attempt to keep me warm.

Two whole days passed from the harrowing experience aboard the now nonexistent ship, its ruins long sunk beneath the churning ocean, and I spend nearly both of those days completely stuck in bed. Thankfully my only injuries consisted of exhaustion, some malnourishment, and a few minor bumps and bruises from escaping the burning ship that night.

During that entire time spent in bed Brynjolf explained where I had ended up at. From what it sounded like, the ship was already sailing north but when the storm hit. The inability to sail had left us drifting quite a ways northeast and far from our intended destination of Orlais. He showed me a map of Skyrim and went through how all the Holds worked with their Jarls and Housecarls.

The hierarchy was much like Ferelden had, though instead of Jarl's and Housecarls we had Teryn's and Arl's. The Teryn ruled a specific land mass and the Arl ruled small areas within that land. The Teryn served only the king while the Arl has to serve the Teryn. In Skyrim it's is almost completely the same. The Jarl serves only the King and is the ruler of a large piece of land called a Hold. In Skyrim there are nine Holds and a Jarl for each one. A Housecarl serves the Jarl almost like a bodyguard mixed with an advisor.

Even with all of these things the largest difference between Skyrim and Ferelden were the different races of people that lived there. In Ferelden you had three; Elves, Dwarves, and Humans. The Elves lived mostly in the alienage's, disease ridden places that hid the elves from the world because the humans that lived around them loathed them for no reason other than the elves were different from them. There were a few small groups of Elves that lived in the forests to the south but they had a tendancy to stay away from Humans….or kill the ones that they happened to run into. Elves stood around five foot six inches or so and were naturally thin and instead of bulky muscles and broad shoulders they were lithe and agile. They had a narrow face structure that accented their body type and, at least the ones in the city, had a pale complexion. The Elves that lived outside of the forest were much the same but they had a sun kissed skin tone that bespoke of hours living

Ferelden also had Dwarves. They were a hardy race that stood no more than four feet tall. Mountains and caves were their domain, their skills abeling them to craft amazing structures out of pure stone and solid iron. I have never seen one before but my tutor told me that they were powerfully muscular and as strong as any human male. He also said that they practically revered facial hair…though I have no idea why, apparently threatening to cut off their beard was worse than threatening to castrate them.

In Skyrim there were many races of both human and non-human. There were four different human races; Nord, Redguard, Imperial, and Breton. The Nords were the main race that resided in Skyrim and they had a small tendancy to dislike many of the other races, though that belief was starting to dwindle with passing years. Their skin ranged from pale to the tan of someone who worked out in the fields or did mercenary work. Because of where they lived the Nords also had a decent resistance to the cold, which was good because the temperature in Skyrim usually stayed pretty cold most of the time. Both males and females also were a bit on the bulky side, not fat mind you but muscled.

There were also the Redguard, though they were not native to Skyrim nor were there many that lived there. Their skin was a dark red, hence the name, and they usually stood around five foot ten to six feet. They were skilled warriors that preferred the use of a scimitar and leather armor. Most also had access to powerful destruction magic making them very dangerous.

Imperials were like the Nords except that they were not quite as immune to the cold as the Nords were. They also hailed from further south in the lands of Cyrodile. Most had a tendancy to haggle prices when haggling was an option. They were also completely at odds with the Nords, both were fighting for dominion over Skyrim. The Nords wanted to worship the Gods they choose while the Imperials wanted to take control and tell them who they could and couldn't worship, thus leading both of them to the civil war that was currently going on all around Skyrim.

Lastly were the Bretons. Bretons were a fair skinned race that stood around five foot eight inches tall. Their magical abilities far surpassing most people. There were a few in each of the holds and they tended to be the apothecary or healer for that city. From what Brynjolf told me quite a few of the students at the mages college of Winterhold were Breton.

In addition to the human races there were also six other races; Orc, Khajit, Argonian, High Elf, Dark Elf, and Wood Elf.

Orcs were a warrior race that valued honor and combat above all else. They stood around six feet to seven feet tall and had skin that ranged from grayish to dark green. Most of the males had some sort of rounded horns that could protrude from their chin or heads. The females rarely had them but some did. They were an extremely musculature race and were the one opponent that you did not want to meet in the field, their fighting skills on par with some of the best fighters.

Khajit's were a cat like race that did not like the cold of Skyrim. They stood as tall as a full grown Nord male but lithe like an actual cat except on two legs instead of four. Fur that could be in a variety of colors covered them from head to foot. A long tail trailed behind them and on top of their heads sat a pair of furry ears that sometimes even had silver or gold piercings. All of them had night vision so some tended to be thieves or assassins, allowing them to use their natural born abilities to the greatest extent. Some also tended to be wandering merchants that sold their wares along to road to travelers.

Argonians were a lizard like race that could live in the water without ever having to come up for air. Scales that came in a barrage of colors covered them completely. Sharp horns protruded out of their heads and sometimes their jaws and could be straight or even curved, sometimes silver or gold bangles decorated them like one would decorate hair. Trailing behind them was a thick tail that allowed them to propel themselves through the water with the ease of a fish. Very few lived in Skyrim but those that did tended to be dockworkers because of their ability to swim and not need to come up for air.

High Elves, or Altmer, were in a different class altogether. While they were elves they hated, no loathed, anyone that was not them…at least most of them did. Their magical ability far exceeded anyone, making them think they were better than everyone else, even some from their own race. They stood around six feet tall and were fairly thin, though they were not big meat eaters so that could have something to do with it. Their skin could range from an olive tone to a golden one, accenting their narrow facial features. The majority of High Elves in Skyrim were part of the Aldemiri Dominion, a group of Elves trying to help the Imperials take over Skyrim.

The Wood Elves were probably the rarest race in Skyrim. I could count on two hands how many I had seen during my travels, and that was counting the few I knew from different guilds. Their skin color ranged from pale to a warm tan that spoke of many years working in the sun. They were a few good inches shorter than the High Elves but their litheness was nearly the same. Wood Elves were known to be great hunters and the few I knew where amazing hunters.

Lastly were the Dark Elves, or Dummer. They stood about as high as the Wood Elves did but unlike the normal tan of the woodland folk, the Dummer had a skin tone that ranged between pale gray to a dark, almost midnight to black, complexion. They were amazing magic users, not as good as the Altmer, and there were quite a few that called Skyrim their home.

It went on like that for around four to five days if I remember correctly. Since I was regelated to bed rest he spent all that time explaining everything I might possibly need to know about Skyrim and it's people to me. Koji spent all his time either at my side or being spoiled by the inn keeper…who kept giving him all the scraps.

When I was finally well enough to travel Brynjolf invited me to join him at the thieves' guild. The offer was one I hardly needed to think about and, startling him greatly, I said yes. From that day on started the life I never knew I could have, and a destiny I never expected.

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I know it has been a long time since I have updated and I apologize for that. I have had horrible writers block for months now and it is killing me. So many ideas for so many stories but I cannot just sit down and write anymore. Hopefully I can at least get out a few chapters while I am sitting here at work doing nothing.

Also I know, just some more backstory. I am trying to limit how much I put out now so hopefully the next chapters will not be so boring…and yes I know they are probably very boring but I needed to introduce some people and other information for people who may have never played either dragon age or Skyrim.