First chapter featuring my Dragonborn! Just so you understand why it's suddenly a "her"

The Companions had done little to impress the Dragonborn so far.

No, they had impressed her that they were arrogant losers who fancied themselves glorified mercenaries.

They almost didn't let her join!

Didn't they know who she was?

Well, they were about too.

Now that she was a member, they let her walk around their little clubhouse without keeping tabs on her. A mistake, probably.

It took some searching into all the rooms to figure out who's was who's, but knowing these people, it wasn't hard to figure it out.

She was searching for one in particular. The room of the moron who questioned; "You want to let her join?"

Honestly she wasn't sure if the room with the weapons on the floor was his, or the one across the hallway with the built in bar was his. He and that other guy were pretty much the same. Were they twins? She hadn't been paying attention after the first few words anyone around here spoke.

Regardless, the rooms had lovely shelves filled with trinkets, tables with food, and things on the floor.

The Dragonborn smirked. Perfect.

She took a deep breath; "Fus Ro!"

Everything went flying, striking the ceiling, the walls and finally coming to rest on the floor in a disorderly mess.

She nodded, satisfied.

There were footsteps coming down the hall so she stepped away and tried to look busy, grabbing a book off the nearby shelf and pretended to read it. She ignored the leg of goat on the shelf next to it. No wonder the maid in this place was called "The Haggard."

The footsteps didn't happen to come down the corridor so she put the book back and walked away. They would find the room soon enough.

Besides, she had to go do five other things in town before she finally went and returned this horn to the Greybeards…

Author's Note: I don't like the Companions, and for whatever reason, the tone Vilkas says "you aren't letting HER join?" reallllllly ticked me off. In fact, I "cheated" during our sparring match and used Elemental Fury, which locks up the battle (if you get the glitch to work,) and even if you deplete his health bar, it won't cancel you out of the battle. So, I sat there just wailing on him over and over while Dual Wielding...I'm awful, yes.

And then he was still being a pain so I went in his room and I DID shout everything everywhere. Heh. Yeah...although, I'm not sure if it was his room or Farkas's...not that it really matters...

In other news!:

My brother and I have Elder Scrolls Online! Goodbye, life. Not as good as Skyrim (as if anything ever could be,) but still quite obviously an Elder Scrolls game, which means it's great. So, if you happen to be in the Daggerfall Covenant and come across a blonde, Breton DragonKnight in blue armor named "BellzMoonclaw", that is me ;)

I'll be trying to get some more chapters of this out, and possible a humor fic about Online that will be a fun little one-shot. Until next time!