Home...
I am back home...
It feels so safe here...
But why am I here? Heroes don't stay home.
I want to be a hero...
Selvia was resting on her bed in her bedroom of her home. Her sister, Solena, welcomed her home with open arms; ready to forgive her for running away to become a "hero".
"Am I able to go out to adventure again, Solena?" Selvia asks.
Her sister was reading a book while sitting on a chair next to Selvia's bed. "I think it's time to wake up."
What?
"What?" Selvia echoes her thoughts.
"Come on, get up. We are wasting time."
What time?
"We are wasting time." A voice says.
Selvia opens her eyes and looks at her surroundings as she quickly remembers that she isn't at home. She is inside of an old Nordic tomb. The voice that woke her up belonged to a mercenary she hired for a little "quest" to find a family weapon for a local in Whiterun. The mercenary's name is Hodlin.
"We are wasting time." He had said again.
"I've heard you the first time."
They took a little rest after spending some time in the tomb. They were very close to the goal.
The faster I grab the item, the sooner I can get out of here.
They packed up their items, checked their weapons, and continued forward. For some time, Selvia had been training in both magic and sworded combat. She did a little archery, but it didn't really suit her as much as magic did. It was almost like it came naturally for her.
They came upon the last room of the tomb and can almost instantly see the item they needed to retrieve.
About time...
This was the first time Selvia had been doing work to earn money to continue living in the inn till she could afford something more. Occasionally, she had thought to return home for a place to stay, but she knew that her sister probably wouldn't let her leave for the next time. So, of course, this was the first time she had seen draugr and fought against them. Draugr and skeletons.
She goes to approach the item, but a coffin of some sort in front of the item makes a noise. Then, the lid of it bursts open, and a draugr comes out. Selvia takes a few steps back, readying her destruction magic. Even though she had seen a few draugr, she couldn't help but notice that this one was different. The mercenary, Hodlin, has seen all kinds of bad things, and knew exactly what kind of draugr this was.
"Deathlord." Hodlin said.
Before Selvia could even ask what he meant by that, the deathlord shouted at them, making a moment in the air. They both held their ground and got ready for their turn. Hodlin just ran head first into the battle while Selvia held back and casted magic. After a while of magic, and drinking a magic potion (of which Selvia thought tasted really bitter), they were able to defeat the deathlord. As they grabbed the item and got out of the tomb, they made their way back to Whiterun.
While on the walk, Selvia decided to make conversation. "That was a tougher draugr we last encountered..." She said.
"Deathlord. Very powerful. Good thing we got rid of it as quickly as we could."
"What did it say, though? How could it just shouting random sounds make us stumble?"
"Long long ago, Nords learned the dragon language. The dragon words would be shouted for it to take effect. The only word I know how to say is 'dovahkiin'."
"Which means?"
"Dragonborn."
"What is a 'Dragonborn'?"
"A person who was born with the blood of a dragon. Someone whose destiny is to defeat the World-Eater."
"Do we know anyone who is Dragonborn?"
"Such a person hasn't been around for a long time, now. I did, however, heard rumors of there being a new Dragonborn, but no one knows for sure."
"How can tell if someone is a Dragonborn?"
"If they absorb a dead dragon's soul..."
Selvia thought about this for a minute.
I think I saw someone who did that...
She remembers that night she saw the battle. Watching that female Nord only known as "Infinite" absorb some kind of energy from a dragon she had just killed.
Is she Dragonborn, then?
They continued their walk in silence. As they walked, Selvia decided to take the time to actually see what her mercenary looks like. Nord, black hair, green eyes, a little bit of green war paint that slightly comes down from his eyes. He looks young, but he is very experienced in sword fighting.
They arrived at Whiterun, delivered the item to the local, and received payment. Of which, Hodlin took a little bit of his share. "So, what are going to do now?" He asks as he puts his coins in a pouch.
"I don't know. I want to explore, but I don't know where to start..." Selvia says, staring off into the distance.
"How about outside these walls?"
Selvia looks annoyed at him, but then just looked away. "So what city should we go to?"
"I don't know, maybe Markarth?"
"What is it?"
"A dwarven built city. Everything is made of stone, including the beds."
"Yeah, no. Any other city?"
"Maybe Solitude."
"Oh, I have heard of that city! Let's go there and see what jobs we can get!"
And with that, they left Whiterun, and took a carriage to Solitude.
When they had arrived, Selvia was surprised. It was a large city that was very colorful with its buildings, grounds, and people.
"So, what do you want to do first?" Hodlin asks.
"Oh, oh, I want to explore first!" Selvia exclaims, quickly walking in and around the city.
Selvia spent quite a bit of time walking around, seeing everything, while Hodlin just slowly follows behind as if he is uninterested. One of the place they stopped in front of was the Bard's College.
"Like singing?" Selvia asks.
"Yep. They also play instruments, tell tales, and recite recite poetry, but that's about all they do." Hodlin replies.
Selvia opened the door and went inside, Hodlin following behind.
The first person she saw was a Wood Elf. Selvia has heard that the leader of the Bard's College is an elf named Viarmo, but this wasn't him. It was the Wood Elf she had met in the woods the day she was chased by a giant.
"Hey," Selvia says, pointing at him,"I know you!"
He was reading a book, but looked up when he heard her voice. He first looked shocked, but then the look quickly faded into a straight face. "Oh, it's you, from the woods." He says.
"What are you doing here?" Selvia asks.
"Reading."
"Are you a bard?"
"Of some sort." Allimir went back to reading. Selvia just stood there, looking around the place.
"What are you doing here?" Allimir asks, eyes still on the book.
"Looking for work." Selvia says.
"The 'going into ancient Nordic tombs to grab an item' type work?"
"Of some sort." Allimir just looks up at Selvia, who is just looking at him.
"If there is no work to be done here, I will just leave." Selvia says, turning around to leave.
She left the building and started walking down the road when she noticed that Allimir came up right next to her.
"Umm, can I help you?" Selvia asks.
"I'm going with you... To make sure that you don't make any stupid mistakes, that is." Allimir says.
"That is what I am for." Hodlin says, who was quiet the whole time until now.
"Well, then we can both work together. If you haven't noticed, this one here makes decisions that are not the brightest." Allimir said, motioning towards Selvia.
"I do have a name. Remember?"
"I barely met you in the woods. Remind me again."
"It's Selvia. And this is a mercenary I hired named Hodlin." Selvia says flatly.
"And I am Allimir, in case you have forgotten." Allimir matches the same tone Selvia used.
"Well, what do we do then, hmm?" Selvia asked.
"Just travel and see what work comes up." Allimir says, and then walked forward.
Hodlin, who barely said anything the whole time, walked forward to follow Allimir.
Well then... I thought I'd at least be the leader of our group.
Selvia walks forward to keep up with the guys.
Well, at least I'm lucky to have another guy with us. Who knows what kinds of dangers we may face?
Selvia caught up with them and made their way out of the city.
What else will my luck throw at me?
My remarkable luck...