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Nonetheless, I will continue to write out this story as it was first intended.
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(Chapter 12, Unfortunate Beginnings and Unjust Ends)
To let bygones be bygones was almost impossible as a thought for me to let go of in this case of what he has done, but how could I move on from my predicament if I don't also improve myself as such? I stared at the fool in chains that I almost killed via choking thinking about my final decision.
"...I... forgive you Quin." I mumbled out to Quin as he gave a stunned look at me.
Quin wearily smiled as his eyes became somewhat glassy from what I assumed was tears, and after taking a breath to collect himself, he spoke again.
"Everything you are going to need will be in that satchel. A valuable weapon, and there is an important book in there that will tell you what you need to know about what happened to this world..."
"A weapon you say?" I looked at the satchel and started to dig into it feeling around for what it could be. Taking stuff out, I removed a journal, a small box of what seems like survival supplies of some sort, a small box with what looks like advance lockpick tools (Ooh, useful!), a dumb looking mask, a gold pen, some clothing, first aid kit... But no weapon?
"Uh... Quin, you joking around again? I don't see a weapon in this bag." I looked annoyed at Quin as I shook the empty travel bag upside-down.
"The golden tool that lays before you." Quin looked over at the pen with a bit of a smile.
I looked back at the gold pen and picked it up to inspect it. Looking over it, it just looked like a above the line expensive pen with what looked like detailed silver writing of what looked like 'Deceit'. I clicked the end of the pen for it to reveal the ball point tip at the other end. It looked new to say the very least.
"It is a powerful weapon. Use it well on your journey... and good luck..." Quin replied.
"...This is a pen-Mother fucker, this is a goddamn PEN!" I raised my voice to Quin who continued to smile for eerily longer than normal.
"...Quin... Quin!" I raised my voice at him as I grabbed his shoulders and shook him.
(CRACK)-(CRACK)
Quin then had then developed multiple fractures along his body and torn clothes that made me back away in surprised horror as Quin then shattered into what seemed like a hundred pieces. To say I was baffled was an understatement as I won't have an answer to the rest of my questions, and a sense of unease surrounds me. Literally and figuratively. Some of Quin's... well, 'pieces' began to glow, and a few fragments of dim light had flowed their way to me, and when it touched me, they entered through my stomach area. And oddly, it felt warm. More questions began to develop, and staying here pondering isn't going to answer any of them.
Then like a tanker truck running at high speeds slamming into my gut, I fell to my knees as I feel my breath escape my body as sweat begins to accumulate.
Then a brief flash of horrific memories flashed before my eyes of unspeakable torture by Molag Bal, and a twisted sense of inhumane mental strain by another Daedric Prince of Knowledge called Hermaeus Mora, within the twisted reality of Sheogorath's pocket dimension with the crazed psychopath laughing in the background. They were all trying to drive the mind into breaking and give up the knowledge of where he sent his fractured powers to. The only thing that was keeping the Ex-God from submitting was the pure willpower to see the wrongs turned right and to even keep me safe from them. Though from what I can tell of these 'specks' of memories it was but a mere fraction of what was experienced. I shuttered at the thought of being caught by any of those psychopaths.
With a new resolve of freedom and thankfulness, I began to pack up my new possessions and made way to the jail entrance to now test out my abilities. Remembering how my fight went with the dragon, I tried to see if I can open a way out of the cell by slashing my hands to find no results to be at my sights. I would have to look into how my powers work if I am going to use them effectively. And from what I saw and done, it is definitely a game changer, and I wish I knew how to effectively use my powers to mitigate the damages and casualties to Whiterun.
Shaking my head from stray thoughts, I quickly took out my lockpicking set and fumbled with the keyhole. It was without a doubt awkward trying to unlock a lock backwards, but I could definitely tell that this cell lock is luckily easy to fiddle with, especially with these advanced tools that practically make it easy enough for a toddler to open the door with a simple twist of the tools.
'Click'
Opening the door, I headed out of the cell and took one more look back at Quin's final resting place as the glass like remains then crumble into dust as a stray wind blew into the cell spreading the dust around the cell.
"I will find my own answers, and relief myself of my own doubts and hesitance... Hopefully you find what little peace is offered to you, Quin. Goodbye." I spoke to myself and never looked back to that cell.
Little did Isaiah know; Someone was watching from afar in a different dimension. Smiling at the display of the scene held before them as they held a crooked smile.
"So, that bastard finally died, and sent his little champion off on a little adventure... I wonder... Just how far he will make it in this cruel world."
[One hour later...]
After traversing through the maze-like dungeon, I quickly figured out that this was the Abandoned Prison. With all that is here, the evidence of this being an Imperial prison with old and degraded imperial armor and weapons, old notes of criminals and other soldiers saying that this place will collapse due to a heavy storm, etc. A good amount gold to sleep at an inn for a few nights, paid meals included, and a few valuable gemstones from a warden's chest, most likely taken off of the prisoners as rewards and pay bonuses. Weapons were all two-handed weapons, so they were all useless to me. After finding my way out of the prison via through the trap door staged in one of the prisoner's cell rooms, I went down the dugout hall and exited through the doors to freedom.
After the light had hit me in the face with the rush of water sounding strong. My view was filled with the green forest and the river that was a drop off to a waterfall. There was a bridge that was overhead of the exit, so I took my time as I walked to view the scenery from atop of the bridge. Even after everything that happened, a small excitement was renewed in fondness of my first time exploring. If I knew that I wasn't pulled here through unjust means, I would have been in amazement at the aspect of the scenery.
But not everything is a luxury, and I am in pursuing danger now more than ever. No allies or armor and the land is full of dangerous beasts and bandits alike.
Quickly acting, I had returned underneath the bridge, and began to look over my belongings to affirm that all is how it seems.
Ok, got a useless pen, a fire-starting kit with waterproof matches and a small 2-inch knife with some dried meat that I assumed was jerky of some sort to live off of for a night probably, neat. A first aid kit that has cloth wrappings for covering and patching up wounds. The advance lockpicking toolset that I recently used, the dumb looking white mask that looks like it has a shit eating grin on it, which I could use to mask my face since I am considered dead, and I don't want to let others know I'm a dead man walking. I could make it work. And finally, the journal that Quin gave me.
After looking reading over it, I'm honestly surprised on a few things. For one, it goes a bit in depth on my 'wormhole portal' powers work and how to make it more responsive to my calling or will. But it has a massive cooldown of 24 hours for 3 minutes' worth of usage. Talk about a huge let down, but it could essentially act as a fast travel if I were to focus on the surrounding area of the place I wish to go to, but I need to be careful of who is nearby because of the tear in space will actually kill people upon closing of the wormhole. It would make sense that when you have the capability of bending space to your whim would have such a risk, so my fighting capabilities have increased if used right. The cooldown could be reduced further if I were to collect Quin's 'Power Orbs' as the book states it. They are hidden away in 'special areas' that are not mentioned in the book, should this book fall into the wrong hands, but they are sealed away in iconic places that only the protagonist would have been to if they were playing Skyrim. And even then, the only way to find the Power Orbs is to have a special sensing ability that only I apparently have via the seal that Quin 'gave' me. So, I guess I don't have to worry about having something like a demon inside of me. Thank God!
But the book also goes in depth of the golden pen which I thought WAS useless. It's actually a pretty powerful weapon. Its name is Deceit, and everyone knows that a weapon that has its own name is bound to be badass in some way shape or form! It's a pen that morphs into a sword upon the 'intention' of the bonded user, so I was using it right and wrong from the start. And the cool part of this weapon, when the pen is separated from the bonded user, all that is needed is for the user to call out its name, and it teleports itself to the pocket, or the hand of the user. I've tested both actions out and by golly would I be having fun with this. The pen-sword even returns in pen form after I TOTALLY didn't drop it in the river and fell off the waterfall when the sword popped up and startle me and had a small panic attack! But that aside, the sword is light weight, despite being golden with a silver-like edge, it definitely has durability and sharpness to boot despite its fragile looking materials... heh, Deceit really lives up to its name! It cuts through wooden branches with ease upon testing on nearby trees. I wonder how it does in battle... Though I hope I don't get into any fights soon.
The creepy mask is called the Mask of Concealment, and supposably makes me look like I'm not important and has the ability to conceal the identity of the wearer and to make the user look no different than the average person it even has a bit of distortion in the voice to mask the real voice. The ability will have less of an effect on those who are close to the user.
'So Nora, Hadvar, Ralof, and Trok... would Balgruuf also be considered to be close considering our brief history? Doesn't matter right now. I need to focus.
With everything summed up, I got more of a grasp of my arsenal and I'm ready to head out!
...Only a slight problem... while I would love to teleport to a city, I had already tested the wormhole ability to get up to the bridge, and the cooldown has already been set off... I looked at the sky seeing the bright sky, seeing that distant dark clouds forming, and from the looks of it, signifying that it's going to be raining in a few hours. I better find shelter soon...
"(Sighhhhhhhh)... I fucking hate my luck..." I cursed as began to walk to the forest unknown of my fate.
[Deep in the forest of Riften]
(Unknown female POV)
Run away... That's all I can do right now. Flee from the attackers in the dark of night and don't look back. There were too many of them to fight against for me and my pack even in our transformed werewolf state, and too few spaces to hide that wasn't in the forest trees to have any good chance of evading from their sights. They can practically smell blood from a good distance away, and it would only take a second for them to notice if someone nearby was injured.
Vampires... Just the title of their name of them brings disgust to me as I remember the history and old stories with them. Our history falls back to times of old with rivaling Daedric princes Hircin's and Molag Bal's 'Blessings' to the mortals with Lycanthropy and Vampirism. And from there, it's just been a game of strength and numbers trying to 'please' our masters' boredom. But recently, we had both gone into hiding and kept to ourselves for many years. But now, word has it that the Vampires are striking and taking out other packs.
By all means, we werewolves are no pushovers, but sheer numbers and a cowardly strike would do major damage to anyone who was caught in the surprise attack.
It doesn't help that the Vampires also have Death-hounds at their sides. Otherworldly dogs that are as black as night with piercing red eyes and a bite to match their cold features, the vile mutts of the underworld. Unluckily for me, I'm heavily injured from cuts and a few frost-bitten bites, from fending off the few dozen that caught up with me.
And to my luck, rain had recently started, and the death hounds will for sure lose my scent, but that just leaves the coldness of Skyrim's upcoming winter to go up against, as well as to make sure that I shake them off my tail.
In the hour that has passed, the injuries were taking its toll as the adrenaline ran out long ago, and I began to feel lightheaded from all the blood loss and cold from being wet from the rain that has accumulated. I was no doubt was going to either faint from physical exerting, or succumb to my wounds soon, but I just need to get to a nearby cave that was nearby in the mountain side. The odds are that someone could be hiding in it was low considering how far away it is from civilization, but I know I can kill off a bandit or two if my luck is trying, but I'm feeling too tired to think of fighting. I just want to sleep to rid the immediate distress. And when I get up, i will return to my pack with most of them hopefully still alive.
When I arrived at the cave shelter from the rain. But to my dismay, I saw light coming out of there and knew that there had to be someone living in there. Hoping for a quick and easy fight or hopefully one of my pack members, I head on in for whatever awaits me.
Upon entering, I could hear an idle chatter of a man, none that I recognize, so an enemy most likely.
"...lost in the woods with no idea of how to get to Riften, just my rotten luck..."
Looking around the corner still covered by shadows of the night, I confirmed that it was just a lone man that was by the fire. Scrawny by the looks of it, so likely just an unlucky beginner hunter, or just a wondering soul. I was still transformed, and I won't be turning back into my human form till morning, so a fight would be inevitable due to mortals fearing anything that is 'Unnatural'. I pitied the ignorance of those who don't try to understand the individual.
As I prepared myself to jump out and attack the adventurer, a wave of exhaustion had made me lose my body functions for a moment, and I tripped over a rock I failed to see, hitting the earthy ground floor with a hefty thud that alerted the human.
"Hm?" The adventurer looked up for a brief moment. "Oh sorry, was this your place? I thought it seemed too nice of a cave to have a neat setup in this part of the woods." The man sheepishly replied while rubbing the back of his head.
'Did... did he not notice?' I thought to myself as I struggled to get up from the ground.
"Uhh... You ok over there? You sound hurt with all of that labored breathing. Wait, are you injured?! I'll be right over!" The man had rushed over and tried to lift my right arm.
When the man touched me, I instinctively growled as the pain from my wounds flared up around my right arm, and I lashed out with a slash of my other arm. The man dodged easily and snapped angrily. "Woah! Listen dude, I'm trying to help you here, and I can't do that if you are going to keep attacking me!"
...I was at a loss for words... Did this human not really care much for appearances? I gave a hard look at him to see if there is any malice in his voice or look of deception. I can't even smell any fear coming from him.
"...Look. I think we can help each other out. I'm lost and need directions, and you need a safe spot to sleep and perhaps a look-out buddy to give you a warning if anything pops up. Does that sound good to you?" The man gave a small smile as he once again tried to lift my arm around himself. I didn't fight back this time as he struggled to get me near the warmth of the fire.
"...Fine, if you can guarantee my safety for the night, I accept your terms and offer..."
There was a certain unease in my mind as I pondered about why this man was so... 'carefree' about this situation.
"Now, let's get that furry armor off of-?!." The man paused suddenly as if he realized something. "Um..." I can start to smell the fear rising out of the man. "...Where are your armor straps?" he replied with his confidence now leaving himself.
Did...Did he assume I was wearing werewolf like armor? That explains some actions, but if I wasn't near death, I would be laughing.
The warm fire was smothering me with warmth, and the need of sleep to heal was calling my senses to even worry about the immediate danger. I was probably going to die, but I'm too tired to focus on defending myself with the cursed warmth that pulls at my eyelids.
"You better... Keep your... Promise...Zzz" I fell asleep next to the warmth of the fire with an unsure fate.
[Jester's POV]
'HOLY SHIT! THATS A FUCKING WEREWOLF THAT COULD HAVE ENDED MY LIFE!' I mentally screamed as I had a mental breakdown in the corner of the cave with my pen sword out, I was cursing about how idiotic my carelessness just got me into. Not even a day has passed, and I met one of the most violent races that the Elder Scroll series' world has to offer.
I briefly thought about using Deceit to kill the werewolf, but the last words that the werewolf said echoed through my mind.
"Keeping promises huh... Ain't that a bitch to keep up with..." I mumbled to myself as I steeled my resolve to keep my promise.
I took out my first aid kit and looked over to the werewolf's body for injuries. The arms and legs were covered in bitemarks and have a blueish hue to them from something that also gave the werewolf something similar to a frost burn since the injuries were slightly cold to the touch. That slowed down the bleeding thankfully, but I better work fast. I'm just thankful that werewolves have an unnatural healing ability to not contract diseases.
After covering the werewolf with bandages, I soon found out that this werewolf is actually a woman... A well-built woman, definitely taller than me by a full head (Around 6ft 2in) with wild and wavy black hair paired with 'Two Big Stunning features' might I add (COUGH-D-cup-COUGH). She had a strong jawline and a few battle scars from what I assumed were from animals. While I was patching her up, she shrunk down to her human form, unveiling from her furry persona. Her bandages had also loosened with the transformation, so I had to retighten them, and put my spare clothing over her chest so I don't get too distracted by her overwhelming boobs-I MEAN features!
Through the bandaging process and an overwhelming amount of willpower of trying not to cop a feel of her body, I feared that she would wake up from me the tightening of the bandages and the grunts always left me on edge of a sudden attack from her for the assumption of 'assaulting' her. It might be PTSD from a certain violent dragonborn with that one nearly choking me out, but I don't have the failsafe of safety since we just met, and the thought of a werewolf clawing off my body parts and manhood, I silently pray to the gods that she is anything BUT like Nora. With afterthoughts now distracting me, I completed the first aid and I'm leaving it to her regenerative abilities to save her now. I stared into the rain wondering what happened to the werewolf and how she got those injuries. I nodded off to the sound of rain...
...
'...Wake up to reality. Nothing ever goes as planned in any accursed world. The longer you live, the more you will realize that the only things that truly exist in all realities are merely pain, suffering, and futility. Everywhere you look wherever there is light there is also shadows to be found as well. In every world, there are winners that take what they believe is rightfully theirs, and there are the losers who get taken from, or was too late to get what was supposed to be theirs, be it locations, possessions, or even lives that was at stake. There are no actions that makes the individuals involved... 'Evil'... But the motivation behind those wills that make it so.'
'It's all about perspective of one's sense of judgement and reasoning. What is seen as 'good' for one person could very well be seen as 'evil' to another.'
...
When the sunlight broke and shined upon my eyes, I flinched at the brightness as I tried to gather myself to wake up from the sudden blinding lights by blinking rapidly to readjust my vison.
What... was that another message? I think something is going to happen soon, and I'm not going to like it...
As my sight was restored, I had the pleasure to view a feminine silhouette with my spare clothes that fit almost tightly in front of me mumbling something to me.
"Wha-zzat?" I felt my face is still asleep as my words slurred, and drool seeping down from the corner of my mouth.
"Why did you not kill me?!" The women before me spoke in an agitated tone.
"...Huh? Wait, I'm lost here." I replied stumped as I wiped away the drool and got a better grasp of my thoughts.
"Yeah, I'm aware. I tried to kill you, I'm a werewolf, yet despite that you still helped me." The werewolf replied.
"Ain't you forward about your intentions." I mumbled to myself. "Yeah, and you still haven't killed me as of yet. Why are you complaining about the deal we made last night?" I replied confused as I yawned.
Under the sleepy bravado, I was mentally fully aware and was ready to take action as was necessary. I know I am weak, but I can feel that my powers can be activated at a moment's notice. If necessary, the immediate setpoint of escape would have been at the bridge of the Abandon Prison. And even I don't know the outcome of the fight if it were to break out.
The werewolf paused to sniff, as if to confirm something. "Normal people would not keep a constant threat around. You are not a vampire, or a werewolf, but just a mere mortal still with a small fear, but greatly diminished... Normally mortals that are not of magic users fear the unnatural, much to the point of killing it off the first chance they get... so why didn't you?" She growled.
I took a second to think about my answer. Why did I save her after I knew that she was a threat?
"...Because you were reasonable, I guess?" I answered. She looked perplexed at my answer. "I mean, if you didn't really talk and just attacked me, then yeah, I would assume you to be feral and be forced to kill you if I could, but I don't exactly like killing others for no reason other than self-defense. Look, I don't expect you to get the answer you want to hear, which is probably going to be sounding something that is selfish or trying to gain favor with a werewolf in hopes of getting Lycanthropy, or whatever. I'm just looking for directions to a city. You were there injured, so I thought I could get a small favor for directions to my destination at the cost of some of my supplies, maybe have somebody to pass the time with talk along the way." I replied honestly.
The werewolf woman looked dead in my eyes as if to confirm my answers before bursting out laughing for a good minute.
"Ha-ha-ha! Sorry, I'm sorry." She took a breath. "It's just that for someone who came close to dying last night, you are awfully calm and having a casual conversation with a werewolf of all creatures."
"Well, when you been through as much bullshit as I have, it's now just another day to go through." I replied with a shrug of my shoulders. Then another thought popped up. "Oh, so what happened to you last night? How did you get those wounds?"
The werewolf's eyes immediately widened. "MY PACK!" She shouted as she darted off in a single direction.
"Huh!? W-wait up for a second!" I shouted as I quickly packed up my used med kit in my travel bag and darted off trying to catch up to the women.
What felt like over an hour of running had passed by, I lost sight of the werewolf women, but I found dead bodies of hell hounds and vampires alike. Putting 2 and 2 together, I reluctantly followed the path of dead corpses and the general direction that she took off into. The number grew significantly, and it was downright disturbing on how many dead hell hounds and vampires there were. Soon enough, I saw black smoke off in the distance and picked up the pace to the area of interest which was a small village that was similar to an Orc strong hold with wooden logs as the walls that served as the borders of some sort with 20 or so huts... or what I should say is, *burnt-down* huts. And the scene was something akin to a horror scene with many of the dead werewolves being skewered rear first with most spikes exiting the mouth or through the skull as a display throughout the village. Around 30 bodies total. And there goes the remaining werewolf as she is crying out her eyes at the slaughter of her family and friends. And the largest one was most likely the pack leader. And to say that he is huge was spot on, much to the point of having 3 spikes going through that specific one. To say the sight was sickening was a severe understatement.
I approached the sobbing woman and knelt down next to her as I pulled her into a hug. It didn't feel right for me to do this all of a sudden with me barely knowing her and all, but I know that grieving is hard for most people especially for those who have no one to go to. She pushed away for a brief second but faltered and continued to cry on my shoulders.
I just analyzed the situation and pitied the sole surviving werewolf. It's fucked up, yes, but really, I have nothing to do with her. I mean, what the hell am I supposed to do? Comfort her till she is better. Then what? Tell her that everything is going to be alright?! I don't even know her name! I'm on my own adventure and got lost in the woods, now I am supposed to make her feel better about her dead tribe?!
...Wow, I am thinking like a selfish person who doesn't give a damn about anything...
"Hey... I know that you did a lot for me... And that you went out of your way to help me... Despite what I had did and all the recent trouble I've given you... I... Can I be selfish and ask you to help me one more time, please?" She said through some of the shuttering of her voice. From the sounds of it, she almost sounded certain that I would deny her request.
"...You want me to help bury them? Is that going to be your request?" I asked her, which received a slow nod in affirmation.
...Well... All things considered; I didn't originally have anywhere to go anyways... And I'm in no rush anywhere...
"Let's get started." I replied in agreement, much to her surprise.
3 hours passed and to say that it was uncomfortable was in the ballpark, but I was respectful and did my part as best as I could. The some of the poles were difficult to remove but was achieved as best as we could without mutilating the bodies any further. We had piled them all up along the edge of the village and gave them a formal send off to their afterlife.
I stood beside the werewolf in silence as she was sitting on the ground hugging her knees with dried tears in her eyes, her eyes having a dull distant look in them. I can already tell that she didn't want to be alive and probably planned to commit suicide. And I couldn't blame her for thinking that way... But that doesn't make it right in any shape or form. I then remembered the message from my sleep.
...I need to say something.
"Don't even think about killing yourself. Get rid of that thought. Nothing good would ever come of it, nor will it change anything in the end." I spoke out to her.
There was a flash of pained anger that lashed out from her eyes and was voiced.
"Then what am a supposed to do!? My pack is dead, there were around a hundred of them last time I recall, and I am only one were-woman! WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW OF MY PAIN?!"
"Nothing." I responded with a shrug of my shoulders that made the werewolf do a double take on my response. "Don't misunderstand my response as uncaring or ignorance. I don't know what pain you are going through. All I know of is my own pain, and how to sympathize with yours. Believe me when I say that you have my deepest condolences for your pain of loss, but you should have a better answer to the problem at hand then suicide."
"Like what... There is nothing left for me anyways..."
I paused for a moment to give a 'reason' for her to live... wait a second... reasons...
"Three..." I whispered aloud.
"Huh?" She questioned.
"Three things. I want you to think of three things to keep on going. Three goals. Three reasons. Three wants. Three wishes... Anything that doesn't include ending it all from frustration." I explained.
She looked back to the graves for a minute and trembled in what seemed like frustration.
"I... Don't think I can..." She clenched her fists.
"Let me help guide you then... Do you want to avenge your friends and family?"
"...Yes." She quietly replied.
"Do you want to find the vampires who are responsible for what has happened here?"
"Yes, I do." The werewolf replied with a grit in her teeth.
"If there was a way to see both of those goals accomplished, and if there was a group who might be willing to help you, would you stand on your feet and find them?"
she looked up at me with a slight hope in her eyes, but with a strange confidence that kinda scared me as she rose up to full height.
"If... You can help me avenge my pack...I will repay every deed you did for me with my life, master-"
"WOAH-Woah there!" I interrupted. "I don't deal with those types of absolute deals like that. I don't want you to feel obligated to give your life to me of all things, honestly too much stress to deal with this whole 'Master' business. Hell, we don't even know each other's names!" I made one excuse after another after receiving.
"My name is Ida of the Riftway Pack, Master. This servant will be pleased to serve you." Ida replied in a strange way as she bowed like a maid.
It was uncomfortable...
"Look, can we drop the whole 'Master-servant' thing? I don't want that from you, and it's making me uncomfortable Ida." I replied in a tired sigh.
"Really? Here I thought people, especially males liked to be in charge and establish dominance for any agreement." And a glint flashed in her eyes. "...Though, I wouldn't mind establishing that 'dominance' over you in this agreement." Ida said with a sly smile with emphasis on the word dominance. I shivered from the insinuation and swallow down any stray thoughts and shook my head. A giggle followed afterwards much to my blushing.
"Please don't tease me Ida, the last thing I need is distractions filling my mind, and I'm already having a difficult time adjusting to adventuring and stuff."
"A shame..." Ida fake pouted but smile softly... Almost in relief if I didn't know any better. "Well, what is your name? Or do you want me to continue to call you 'Master' Master?" The wolf girl asked.
"Oh, my name is-..."
I paused for a minute. I was about to say Jester, but technically 'Jester' is dead... and if I come across anyone who would know of me, God forbid it to be Nora and the others, I would actively be endangering them with the Daedra.. But then again, I do have the Mask of Concealment to hide me if I keep a low profile.
Should I change my name, or keep it as Jester? I guess I could use my original name Isaiah since nobody really knows it too...
What Alias should I choose?
-Isaiah
-Jester
-Other(View A/N for more info.)
[Chapter End]
[Author's Notes]
Hello everyone, RedTokyo95 here to tell y'all that I'm back! As an explanation, had a bit of a rough time with my job, motivation has been a bit of a drag, and games had been a main distraction in my life as well as working on my self-worth, but fuck it. I'm good now!
And here I present a new side Character called Ida the Werewolf.
Looking for thoughts and opinions on her and a way to improve her character in general, so any criticism would be helpful. And before you guys think that she is going to be a complete replacement for Nora, she will not. For those who still hate Nora, I understand most of y'all dislike Tsunderes, But try to not be haters and enjoy the comedic side of things. not everything has to be perfect and the story that I tell is mainly supposed to be a story with small jokes and an extra take, but everyone develops and adjusts through time. I'm not a good writer for female characters. But I try to make it entertaining in some way shape or form. I could use some advice for jokes that y'all enjoy. I do enjoy reading reviews.
Personality type is straightforward and a bit teasing at times. More of her personality and challenges will be shown through the writing, but from what I had shown, most should be able to see a trope with the next arc being the Vampire arc.
ANYWAYS, the 'Other' choice is more like a lottery if anything. If enough people that choose this option, I would choose the most intriguing option that would sound good to use. But overall, it wouldn't have any effect on how those closest to him would recognize Isaiah. But we will see, I haven't decided yet. Worse case, we just continue with Jester. and say fuck it.
Well, hopefully I had made someone's day. I'm going to end this Author's note here, and it will be my pleasure to hear from y'all. Hopefully the next chapter will be out sooner than this time. right? lol. This is RedTokyo95 signing out! Discord is on top of the page if you wish to chat.
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