The Great Forest, Cyrodiil
Nirn
The 1st of Last Seed, 3E115

Hunting in the Great Forest of Cyrodiil at night was never a wise decision, as you could easily find decent game just as well during the daylight, so long as one was quiet, and knew how to blend in. The forest was home to large brown bears, grey wolves, and the occasional Cyrodiilic mountain lion who descended from the Jeralls or the Colovian Highlands when food was scarce. Those were just the common beasts. For more fantastical creatures, there was also the Forest Troll, Spriggans, Imps, and Ogres. So, what was one Lorwen doing, hunting deep within such a dangerous place so late at night?

She was doing what any Bosmer was best at doing: Hunting a beast. Well, she was half-Bosmer. Her father was a Bosmer and a hunter. Her mother was an Altmer, a vicious, possessive piece of work who treated her father poorly. He escaped with Lorwen a few years after she had been born and they moved to an old, ruined fort in the forest on the other side of Cyrodiil. Her father had long abandoned the Green Pact as part of surviving Lorwen's mother. Still, they relied on plants as little as possible.

She was on the trail of a large buck, her feet falling silently. She had an enchanted ring that allowed her to see in the dark. So, she was able to see the beast's tracks in the soft ground. Soon, she found her quarry. Dead. And a tall man standing over the corpse, bow in hand. He was not her father, as he was back home sleeping. This strange man was beautiful though, and an Elf. He looked at her, a brow raised.

"Apologies; I did not know he was being pursued," he apologized, voice smooth and accented.

"It-. It's okay," she responded.

"It is not; you may take the beast," the Elf-man told her. She noted he spoke formally. "I merely happened upon him by chance. You've no doubt been tracking him for hours."

"Are you hungry?" Lorwen asked before she could think.

The Elf's silence was telling.

"Why don't you help me carry this home and we can butcher it together."

Then he surprised her, magic shining around his hands. The buck's body lifted up. "I'm a telekinetic," he explained.

She nodded and led the way home, talking with this stranger. He was well-spoken, and very foriegn for lack of a better term. He didn't appear to be from Cyrodiil, or even Tamriel. She just could not describe it! He introduced himself with a very Breton name: Lucien. He offered his service to her and her father. Lorwen couldn't tell if he was Altmer, a really tall Bosmer, or half-and-half like her. Certainly, he was no Dunmer for he had no ashen skin or red eyes.

"I am from beyond the stars," he finally answered as they carved the meat. The morning light revealed his pale skin, dark hair, and shining teal eyes. He was so breathtakingly handsome and well-dressed in a teal vest, a white undershirt with billowy sleeves, black leather pants, boots, bracers, belt, and satchel. He had wisely removed the bracers, rolled up his sleeves, and accepted the apron for helping butcher the deer. They finished working on the meat and Lorwen went to the tanning rack while Lucien cleaned. Soon, Lorwen's father Maenlorn joined them.

"Who is this?" he asked his daughter.

"Most call me Lucien, Sir."

Maenlorn raised a brow.

"Yes; it's a Breton name," Lucien chuckled. "Among some, I am also known as Elchanar."

"You have multiple names?" Lorwen asked in curiosity, drying her hands.

"It's not uncommon to have multiple names where I'm from," Lucien answered, moving to wash up.

"Hmm." Maenlorn looked thoughtful. He wasn't too sure about Lucien.

But Lucien was a gracious guest! After Lorwen warned about Maenlorn's fear of magic, Lucien only used it when he wasn't around or looking. He was already physically strong, and his telekinesis allowed him to lift even more. He helped make a great deal of progress on the more damaged sections of the ruined fort. Then he helped make a drainage system for the lower, flooded section. All of this made for a better, healthier, and better lit space!

Lucien himself was pleased with the works. He only tapped into his greater power when needed, specifically for making the drainage system. When he told Lorwen he was 'from beyond the stars,' he meant it. He was a Planeswalker, and a god-like being. He could twist reality to suit his whims and create or destroy a world with a snap of his fingers, but he did not. He believed in the value of working hard and smart, not flaunting his powers for all to see. Being a god is all fine and good if you can handle loneliness.

"Do you have family?" Maenlorn asked over venison chops one night.

"All passed," Lucien answered. "I have friends, yes. But we don't always see one another for months to years at a time but that's okay. True friends will eventually come together again, and it will be like we've been away for a few hours or a few days." He took a bite of venison.

Lorwen smiled at that.

A few days later, she met one of Lucien's friends: A white-haired man with lilac eyes. "This is Karr Ivorring," Lucien introduced. "He's an old friend."

"A pleasure to meet you," Lorwen greeted.

"Likewise." Karr's gaze was quite unnerving. It took Lorwen a moment to realize he was blind, and yet he appeared to be focusing on her. Then his eyes became swirling clouds.

"What's happening to him?" Lorwen asked.

"He's a Seer; he must be having a vision," Lucien answered, seeing what she saw. He was tempted to use his telepathy to see what Karr was seeing, but he would respect his friend's privacy.

When Karr's eyes returned to normal, he looked to Lucien. "Keep enjoying your peace, my friend. You're on the path to something beautiful."

Lucien cocked his head. He could find out what Karr had seen, but sometimes finding out the hard way gave the best surprises…