Ceabhail:

So... soon, there will be a new chapter for Mythical Ballista... so look forward to that soon. I'm going to try to change the tone of that story, make it more lively. I've been keeping it pretty bland because it's still all about Ahmbra coming out of her shell and recovering from her abuse... and soon, she'll begin being happier and livelier. So... that will come about in about a chapter or two. This chapter is the start, or at least my attempt at changing its tone. It's hard when i have a certain head setting for Ahmbra as a character. But anyway, ... here we go.

Oh... and warning: this chapter, I rant... a lot... about the Blades. And it might get annoying and eye-rolling bad. I'm not sure, but... I put it in here as a warning. If you are triggered by the Blades in Skyrim... you might hate or enjoy this chapter. Maybe. Not sure. You're warned.

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Oh, and enjoy =^^=

"So… you want to know more about me…" I started to say as I sipped on the cup of tea Delphine prepared for me. I set the atmosphere as best I could, putting on my best Blake mysterious attitude. If RWBY taught me anything, it's that… um… I look super cute in a Ruby cosplay dress. And explosion-launching wrist rockets are awesome.

Delphine was sipping on her own tea, but she gladly put it down to look me in the eye. "Finally, you say something. It feels like I've been waiting for you to tell me about your Dragonborn stuff for a month now." She set her cup of tea down. "So, tell me. Who are you, how do you know who I am, and why do you think I need to know you are a dragonborn?"

I cleared my throat. "My name is Talia. I would like to begin by saying, you're looking for the dragonstone, an artifact that shows where the dragon burial mounds are located throughout Skyrim. The relic is located up inside Bleak Falls Burrow, a local burial crypt place filled with Draugr. And I suspect you're living here to keep an eye on the nearby site in case an event like dragons coming to life ever comes to fruition. You would never venture into the crypt on your own, lest it be a Thalmor trap of some kind, and would rather badger a nearby wizard to do the dirty work for you, and which case… he'll pay me to do it for him. And then I'll give it to him, and he'll give it to you. I'm cutting out the middleman here. Just send me to get it. I'll put together a team and go fetch that dragonstone for you." I already have two potential followers here, three if you include that elven archer dude.

Delphine only sighed, leaning on her arms. "You have my… curiosity… So, tell me. How do you know any of this?"

"I'm a seeress, and like I said earlier… Dragonborn. I'm gifted with knowledge that allows me to know things ahead of time, like how there's a skooma den/animal fight club down near Riften."

"Everyone knows that." Delphine responded. "What else do you know?"

I shrugged. "You have a… certain degree of fondness for ancient samurai… I mean… ancient Akaviri artifacts. You're a …. Cut above the rest." I nudged her on the shoulder. "One could say that you're as sharp as a katana…" I nudged her again.

She was not amused. "Please… cut to the chase…" She put some hatred on that pun as she said it.

"Ouch… that cut deep…" I grabbed my chest in fake pain. I cleared my throat. "You're a Blade. I know all about it." Before she could stand up, I held my hands up. "Whoa… totally not your enemy here. I'm kind of like… your idol… no, wait, that's not what I meant. I'm like… totally your savior. I'm Dragonborn. And I can prove it. Once I get the dragonstone, a dragon will attack Whiterun, and when I slay it… I'll absorb its powers into me, and become about to Shout my first Thu'um… Force Push… I mean… huh… I forgot what it's called in English, but it's called Fus. And that's when the Graybeards will call me to their mountain, to begin my training as the Last Dragonborn."

Delphine only sighed. "You're asking me to put a lot of this on faith."

"I have one more secret. It might make you happy, might piss you off." I let the dramatic tension fill the room. "I know where Esbern is."

That really set off Delphine. She grabbed onto the table and tossed it halfway across the tavern. "Ok, you…" She reached for a dagger hidden in her sleeve. She was quick as she placed the knife up to my neck. "I've played your game long enough. Esbern is dead! Don't mess with my emotions! I should have known the Thalmor would have found me eventually. I should have known they'd send an assassin, but I expected a Khajiit… or a wood elf. That Khajiit girl… the assassin one… and the elven archer… I should have realized. They're here to assist you! Aren't they?" She was screaming as she pressed the dagger closer to my neck.

I won't lie… I pissed my pants a bit. "Um…" This was not how I expected this conversation to go. I thought she'd just say some weird line about me having to prove my story, and then… we'd be best friends as she taught me how to do things the Blades way, and I could teach her some Kendo… as long as kendo and akaviri katana techniques are different. To be honest, in the games… it always looks the same. No one seems to have a different way of using weapons. Even Delphine just swung her sword like everyone else. She didn't show any special deflection techniques or anything else special with those finishing moves. The game did nothing to show us that Delphine was a master sword fighter… especially when she goes down during the first bandit fight in that long bridge fortress.

Wait… I'm getting off track. I'm about to lose my life to a pissed off 50 year-old war veteran. Not the worst way to die in the game, but I'd rather not die at level one… or whatever level I currently am. Are there even any levels? Huh… thoughts for later.

I took a deep breath, letting myself calm down as I thought of a way out of this. "I'm not lying. Esbern is alive, living in Riften,… and I'm not Thalmor. They don't even own Black Marsh. You don't have to believe me yet. You can take me prisoner, force me to go to Bleak Falls Burrow. You and I can fight through the Draugr like it's nothing, and then claim the dragonstone. And then… when we fight the dragon outside Whiterun, you'll see it for yourself. I am Dragonborn, and I am here to help you. With my help… we can restore the Blades. We can build an army capable of saving Skyrim, and most importantly… capable of destroying the Thalmor, once and for all."

I can't wait to take every follower in this world and train them to become a proficient Blade. And then… we'll get rid of the Aldmeri Dominion. If this game lets me anyway. The base game only allows three recruits. I'm hoping this is where the game and real life conflict with each other.

Delphine kept the dagger pressed up to my neck, not even blinking as she looked me dead in the eye. "And why would you care about that?"

Honestly, I don't. But being a Blade is in every Elder Scrolls game I've played. Mind you, I've only played Morrowind and Oblivion before playing Skyrim so… in Morrowind you start off as a Blade initiate. You're working with the Blades, are inducted into their ranks, and then earn your rank as you progress through the game. It's mostly the intelligence gathering part of the Blades, but I loved that part of it. I loved traveling to various people and saying lines like, "I know you work for so and so." And then have them offer me training and recognizing me as a fellow agent. It's amazing! I loved that. I never beat Morrowind, but I had fun playing it, if not for the various factions you could play as. And then there was Oblivion. You're freed by assisting the Blades as they escort the Emperor through the underground tunnels. After you complete that, it's like Morrowind. They send you to another Blade, who knows of the surviving heirs. And the intelligence/espionage aspect is repeated. Find the cult, expose the cult, save the heir. It's so clandestine! And I loved it! You even have the option of joining or not joining. Of course I joined.

I love the Blades. They're so… well, I practice kendo, you know that by now, so it was like being home while playing the game. A little of my life thrown into the Elder Scrolls world. Even though I like being an assassin more. And there was always the element that the Blades were also spies, special forces agents that were always away on recon, trying to find enemies to expose. Oh… it was that romantic lifestyle of a samurai ninja James Bond spy world that I always wanted to be involved in, like the Assassins in Assassins Creed. And yes… I think of all those things whenever I'm playing a Blade. I just wish the games were more creative when utilizing your character as a Blade. Morrowind got pretty close to what I thought it would be like. Oblivion added to that concept by having you infiltrate the Mythic Dawn cult… and then… you got Skyrim. "Quick, kill that dragon! We're dragon slayers now… because they're the newest feature for the game! Dur…" Skyrim at least gave me a stealth mission to infiltrate the Thalmor Embassy, and then escort a hidden Blade away from a Thalmor patrol. So… it's not like they don't even consider the possibilities… they just don't go far enough with it! They turned away from it to let you recruit your followers for a small hunting party to help you clear out dragon dens. It's not bad, but… it's not the Blades I fell in love with.

And if I get a say in what the Blades will do in Skyrim… I will have my old Blades returned to me.

"Let's just say, I'm interested in becoming a Blade… but not the type of Blade you bring to the table." I said with a small smile. Let's see what I can accomplish right here, right now.

"Oh, and what kind of Blade do you think I am?" She almost growled at me.

"Well, when I think of a Blade, I think of undercover operative, sneaking into an enemy-controlled city, and using my espionage skills, as well as my honed combat skills, to help do whatever it takes to take the control of the city away from the enemy. Like the Aldmeri Dominion. I like to think that I'll just infiltrate the Imperial City, lowkey like, like a beggar or something, and while I'm in the town for a week or two, just get the layout of the town: see which citizens don't like the Thalmor, find out which ones do… and see how the patrols work, where they like to hang out, where they primarily work, their hours, families… stuff like that. And then start recruiting a small team of maybe two or three people who I know hate the Thalmor, and then we start taking the city back, a bit at a time. And then we slowly start adding more to our ranks, only… they're not Blades, not yet. They're a militia, one that I help train. I make them capable of taking out the weaker Thalmor agents, while my team and I gun for the head honcho, the big boss. We take over the town after a small but very bloody civil war, and then… repeat the process across the rest of Tamriel. My fellow Blades go to other towns, and use the experience I gave them to repeat the process… and just like that, the Blades have grown into an unstoppable spy network of trained espionage assassins. Just like they used to be."

Delphine's face was blank. "Just like they used to be…" She nodded her head. "You have a strange recollection of our past. But… you're not lying… we used to be that. That is… until the Thalmor attacked. They knew us, had been spying on us for years before they acted against us. Agents all around the world were captured, tortured, and killed. More and more of us died by the day until they reached Cloud Ruler Temple… and I'm sure you know what happened next. You seem to know… some 'facts' about us." She started to draw the dagger away from my throat. "That doesn't answer my question though. What kind of Blade do you think I am?"

There is no way to be nice here, so I won't even bother. "Useless. And here's why, using what I know about your character, and the kind of missions you would give, and what parts of the world you seem fixated on. When I first meet you, not in this world, but in a different one, you're totally clandestine. You are looking for something, and you employ people to do it. Totally a Blade thing, and I love it. I get employed, like I said. Fetch the item, and you tell me I'm pretty cool. Job done, and you want nothing to do with me. I become Dragonborn, you find out, you tell me to meet you here, in this inn, and ask for the 'attic room'. A ploy, and one that works, because you don't have an attic room, and you know it. Anyone that would ask… must have received your letter."

Delphine's face paled as hearing me say that. She totally knows I know how she thinks. Good. That will come in handy now.

"And so… totally a Blade thing to do. More clandestine activities, luring in potential ally or victim to your inn without revealing yourself. At first, I love it, this is what being a Blade is like. And so… you propose we prove my Dragonbornness. You show me the tablet I secured for you, and then we head to Kynesgrove to fight a dragon. We see Alduin, yes… Alduin, resurrecting one, and then… we fight the dragon. We kill it, I absorb its powers… bam! Instant proof, and now… you reveal you are a Blade to me. You say you serve me, all Dragonborns… but only because the Blades are… dragon slayers." Stupidest reveal ever. "And Dragonborns are the ultimate dragon slayers." I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I can consume dragon souls, and make myself stronger. You do realize… if the lore is to be believed…" I pointed to myself. "I am a dragon… in mortal form. You know that, right?"

Delphine shrugged. "But it remains the same. You can devour dragon souls."

I nodded. "Yeah, but I'm just as dangerous. Just as deadly. I can Shout and bring down entire villages with the right Shouts. So, I'm not somehow… different from a dragon. And this is where the Blades start to lose it for me. I am given one mission from you, to infiltrate the Aldermi Dominion… only because you think they're the reason for the dragons coming back. I go, I learn of Esbern, and then… you freak out. You tell me to save Esbern, but you're not coming along because… your face would compromise everything… somehow. I still end up fighting and killing everyone coming after him, so it's not like you coming would change anything. So, yeah, I free Esbern and then come back to you. He tells us of Alduin and says we need to find Alduin's Wall. We find it, and you guys make it your base. And this is finally where the Blades lose it for me. Instead of having me recruit agents for purposes of espionage, or foiling the Aldmeri Dominion's plans, or the Stormcloaks… you have me focusing on slaying dragons. And only dragons. I can understand protecting people but… for the sake of nothing else… it's just because Blade kill dragons. And with the Graybeards, you force me to make a choice… to side with them and not kill the one friendly dragon in the game… well, one of two, but you never ask me to kill the second one for no fucking reason whatsoever, or kill the friendliest dragon ever known! And that's bullshite! I don't care if he did whatever he did 4,000 years ago, he's a good fucking dragon now, and you won't even say a fucking word to me unless I kill him. That's the kind of Blade you are. You ask the Blades to become dragonslayers… which would be kind of cool, I guess, but that shouldn't be the end of it! That should just be the beginning! The game has literally no use for the Blades in it.""

Delphine just stood there, wide-eyed. "You have quite the imagination. However, you have given me a timetable of events I should look into. And names, as well as knowledge that the Graybeards are harboring a dragon in their ranks. It would make sense, they have to learn to Shout from something that can also do so."

"Feck." I muttered. I ranted to her again. I have to get better at not telling people more than they should already know.

" You mentioned a Game?" She arched an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

Shit. I really have to work on my rants. Everyone will start getting annoyed if I don't stop. "Um… it's what I call my gift… my Sight. I call it a game, because it plays out in my head like a game of chess… or something like that." I smiled. "But that doesn't change the fact that you're still useless. You try to bring the Blades back together, and I loved the concept, but you didn't do anything with it. You treat the whole thing like the Graybeards, only… you like to actually go out and do things, but only if those things are about killing dragons. And yeah… they're bad, but they're not the only thing in the world. You say that you serve the Dragonborn, but if I choose to save one dragon's life, you're instantly my enemy, pouting about how I would choose a dragon over an old man and a cranky woman. If you really served the Dragonborn, you would listen to me, and could resolve the whole issue before it becomes a problem, like leaving the Blades entirely…"

I shook my head. I'm telling her way too much about the game world. And she was just standing there, taking it all in. "So, what you're getting at, is that I'm too… focused on killing dragons?"

I nodded. "Yeah, that's about the sum of it."

She brought the dagger away from my neck, almost smiling as she leaned back. "Wow…" She sighed as she stood up. "Well, I'm going to get dressed."

"Dressed?" I asked as she walked over to her bedroom, the one that has the closet that opens up to her hidden basement.

She nodded. "You know one thing for certain… the Blades did start out as dragon slayers, and I would use that as a means to train potential Blades. And once we had a sizable force… I would begin operations to begin expelling the Aldmeri Dominion. So, I can't say that you're Dragonborn, or that you're even a seeress, but… you might also be a spy, and that is why I'm going with you. If you're with me, you can't tell anyone about me, not without me knowing about it. So, we'll go to Bleak Fall Burrow, and we'll get that dragonstone. And then… we'll head to Whiterun, fight that dragon you were telling me about. And then we'll see if you really are Dragonborn. IF you are, congrats… I won't kill you. And if you aren't, just redact my previous statement to where I said I wouldn't kill you. There will be one condition though. I get to choose who comes with us. Not the other way around." She glared at me.

Um… does Delphine even have friends? Or…

I shrugged. "This… this is new. New content. I'm liking this!"

She snorted as she exited the room. "Your excitement won't last, I'm sure."

But still… she has a team. That means… there might be more Blades. And if I'm lucky, I'll get to become one. A spy… living in Skyrim, operating under the pretenses of quelling the Aldmeri Dominion's advances into Skyrim… or Talia… the Black Rose, quietly working alongside the Imperial Army, sabotaging Stormcloak efforts, all while investigating dragons inside Skyrim, making ninja handsigns to teleport away in a cloud of smoke, making nearby Imperials wonder if I'm truly on their side… and not spying on them in return… dun, dun, dun! Plot Twist…

And I sat there, wondering just how glamourous it would be to be a Blade, like a legit secret agent for the government, conducting reconnaissance operations on suspected enemies. Like an Assassin from Assassins Creed, or the Jedi Sentinel from KotOR, First thing was first though… I need to beef up. And I don't mean that I need to do any log lifts, but… my spell arsenal is pretty limited. I know the basic spells: Shock, Flames, Healing… Oakskin (still need to figure that one out), and Fury. If I'm going to be a powerhouse mage, monk class, healer type (yeah… no skipping around the fact that I'm all over the place as a character), I need to start somewhere. And if Delphine starts teaching me some of what she knows about sword fighting… then I'll be trading in my fists for a katana, which I have more training with anyway.

While I pondered what I would like to do as a Blade, Delphine walked back up from her bedroom, dressed in her leather armor. She had an Akaviri katana on her belt. She looked over to the bartender, nodding to him. "Orgnar, I'm traveling. Mind the inn while I'm gone."

He nodded. "Got it, Delphine. Safe travels."

She glanced at me, sighing. "I hope so, Orgnar." She walked over to me, resting her hand on her katana. "Well… you. Let's go." She nodded her head.

I stood up, brushing off my mage robes. "Ok, where to first?"

She looked me up and down. "Aren't you a seeress? Don't you know already?"

I shook my head. "Nope. It kind of does its own thing from time to time, and you… having your own team… that I do not know about. Are they Blades too? Are there more than just you and Esbern?"

Delphine only sighed. "Sadly, there are few of us left. There is still one that I know of. Fultheim. But he's… not who we're going to be adding to our team. Besides, I'm still not sure I trust you. No, we'll be seeking out a different person to join our team."

She started heading for the door, and I guess that was my cue to stand up and follow her. "Ok, so… where are we going? How far away are they? Will there be potty breaks? And…" My stomach growled. "When's dinner?" Not to mention… the sun was beginning to set. It was basically bed time. "Shouldn't we start in the morning?"

Delphine only sighed. "Gods, you're annoying."

"You're not the first to say that." I mumbled as I leaned against the wall.

"But, you are right about one thing… it is getting late, but like I said… I don't trust you. I don't want to be here overnight if it means my town is sacked. I mean… just earlier, we were attacked by bandits. My inn was almost burned to the ground. There is still a hole in my ceiling where the wood used to be. And… you were in the middle of it. First time coming to our town, first time it was attacked by bandits… first time… I was targeted. Khajiit assassin just moved in a day or two ago… wonder why. And now… you." She jabbed her finger at me. "Playing the seeress card… like I haven't been played that one before. I'm not an idiot, I know you're lying… but I also know… you're not Thalmor. Maybe. I'm not sure. It's too… perfect. Your knowledge. It's bullshit knowledge, and you explain it away as being a seeress, which is also bullshit, I just don't know how it's bullshit yet. So, I don't trust you, and I won't. Not until you prove me wrong. Prove to me that you are Dragonborn… and then… we'll see how trustworthy you really are. Until then, no questions, no answers… no information. No way for you to run off and betray me."

I smirked. "I mean… you did tell me about Fultheim."

She nodded. "And if he ends up dead… I have my answer, don't I?" She nodded to me. "Now, come on. We have places to be and people to recruit."

I sighed. "The quest is right up there." I opened the door to the inn and pointed to the giant ruin on top of the nearby mountain. "We could climb right up it, spend the night in the tower right outside it, and hit the place first thing in the morning! I don't want to walk around Skyrim when it's right there! Look… we have plenty of potential allies right here in Riverwood. We have Hadvar, an Imperial! And Recorder…"

"Hello!" She waved to us from her table. "Um… ok, bye!" She went back to reading her scroll.

"And we have the Khajiit assassin, Karenthia. She's really cool, I swear. She's top notch Blade material! She'd make a great agent for the Blades. And Faendal… he's… he tries." That's all I can say about him, honestly. He tries. At least he's not Sven… who I accidentally helped once, and then shrugged and used him. And then he died in the first encounter… without my help. Didn't even take a knee, he just went down like a bitch. That shows you who even the side quest wants you to choose. Plus… Sven's an ass.

Delphine only crossed her arms. "The girl known as Record… is a joke."

"But… I'm a strong joke." She informed us from her table.

Delphine rolled her eyes. "Karenthia is a trained Thalmor assassin. Faendal… well… he's… I don't even care if he's not in the Dominion, he's still Faendal." She rubbed her chin. "But Hadvar. He's… reliable. Fine… we'll ask him to join us."

Well, I thought I'd be ditching Hadvar, but once again… here we are. Is he going to be the Lydia of this story or something? The faithful companion of the lackluster Dragonborn goofball? I can't spend too much time on this stuff, I need to find my one true love… the only recruitable companion I actually have feelings for. I need to find… Meeko.

"I do have one request." I said out of the blue as we walked out of the inn completely.

Delphine slumped her shoulders, looking back at me. "Ok… let's hear it. You want me to… what? Induct you into the Blades? Follow you behind some dark alleyway so you can kill me using your necromancer friends or something?"

I shook my head. "No, follow me into a dark creepy cave filled with necromancers."

She nodded. "I figured as much. Ok, I'll bite. Why?"

I waved my hand over my body, showing off my mage clothes. "I'm a Monk… and a mage. You could call me a battlemage if it makes it easier for you. However… my spell list is pretty… abysmal. So, I'd like to go adventure into the cave and see if there are any tomes of magick knowledge there for me to take and study. Also, there's an enchanter table there, and I want to figure that out. And if there are powerful weapons, I want them. Not to mention, actual armor."

Delphine nodded. "This will allow me to assess your combat prowess. Very well, we'll head there and begin immediately. With Hadvar with us, I will feel slightly less… unprotected from any trap you may have prepared."

Well, not exactly the team I wanted to put together, but… I can see this working out well enough. Delphine might not be my favorite person in the game, and after she reaches Sky Haven Temple, she becomes mostly useless, but… I guess I'm stuck with her for a few days. And once I kill a dragon and claim his soul, I'll become Dragonborn, she'll make me a Blade, and then… the fun begins. Or… it becomes dangerous. One of the two.

"Um… I would like to come too." I heard Recorder behind me.

I smiled as I turned around. "You're never leaving my side."

"Yay! I get to help the Dragonborn! This makes my job so much easier." Recorder stated, sliding her scroll behind her back.

Delphine rolled her eyes. "Great… you have the delusional girl convinced you're a Dragonborn. Congrats on that."

I glanced at Recorder, smiling. "Record knows a lot more than you could ever know."

I watched as Recorder glanced away, her smile trying its best to hide the fact that she knew about all of this being a game. "I… don't know what you're talking about."

Of course you do, Recorder, you just don't know that you do. So, now we're a team of three, and if Hadvar joins us, it will make four.

I nodded to Delphine as I ran over to Alvor's house. "I'll grab Hadvar."

"Not without me, you're not." Delphine responded, a little harshly. Man, she does not trust me for anything.

I waited for Delphine by the door to Alvor's. And when we reached it, I opened the door, and gestured her inside.

"It was the size of a house." Hadvar was saying to the little girl, Dorthe.

"Wow, that must have been scary." Dorthe replied back, hiding her mouth behind her hands, her eyes wide with fear or excitement, can't quite tell.

Hadvar nodded. "Oh, it was. But luckily, we had a seeress with us, and she was able to keep us focused on our mission." He glanced at the doorway, seeing me as I walked in, Delphine right behind me. "And that's her. That Argonian was the reason I made it through that nightmare. If it wasn't for her, that dragon would have killed us all, I'm sure."

"Dragon?" Delphine asked as she walked into the room. "So, it's not just a story then. Dragons have returned?"

Hadvar nodded. "Yes, they have. You should see if Jarl Balgruuf can send some additional guards to Riverwood, help defend the town. Once I talk to General Tullius, I'm sure we can send some additional backup."

I pointed to the Imperial soldiers already recovering from the bandit attack. "You already have a Shield Wall faction up here. What else would you need?"

Hadvar glanced at me. "You saw how easily that dragon destroyed Helgen. Five shield knights can't do anything to a dragon… none of us could."

Delphine crossed her arms. "I beg to differ. And that's what I need you for." She walked over to him. "I'm taking this Argonian with me on a mission to reclaim a lost artifact that will help us defend against dragon attacks. I could use the extra help, and she seems to think that you're… capable."

Hadvar glanced at me for a second. "I really should report to General Tullius."

I pressed my palms together and pleaded with him. "Please, Hadvar. One mission, one small mission, and then… you'll already be on your way. It's on the way back to Solitude."

Hadvar sat there, and huffed for a second before standing up. "Shall we get moving? I'd rather be there by moon's highest reach."

"So… midnight?" Recorder scratched the top of her head in confusion.

I nodded. "Yeah… I think that's what he meant." That's a Galavant reference for you. "But before we go, there is one more place I want to go visit." I said to Hadvar. "A pass under the nearby mountain, where a necromancer has sent his camp. Some skeletons, a single necromancer, and one soul gem trap. That's it. It will take maybe one hour, tops."

Hadvar only nodded. "And the reason? Other than the obvious of killing a necromancer."

"There may be some magical items there, weapons, armor, spell tomes. I want to know them, and maybe learn some Enchantment skill while I'm there. This will be the beginning of my journey… here in Skyrim."

Jeez, I wonder how I'll screw this one up.

Cearbhail:

So, for any adventures I go on, my parallel character will also go on. So, whatever spells or staffs, or swords, armor, or whatever i come across, She will come across too. That's now I keep this fair and realistic. I"ll still keep in the comedy element, but the equipment I pick up will reflect in this story. Ok?