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Skyrim PT 1/1 Roses & Wine

Ashka Roseblood was hardly the conventional hero of Nordic Myth, when a prophesied hero was spoken of, none would ever picture Ashka to stand in its place.

On mass, mortal kind envisioned a man, burly and strong, Nordic, fair skinned and middle aged with a voice that could bring down mountains and the brute strength to ensure that even if his voice didn't, his fists could.

Ashka fit only one of those expectations.

Female, half nord, young at her 25 years, her skin was a darker colour, not quite the grey of the dunmer but close. She had a voice to make mountains crumble, but she chose not to, her voice was never loud or shouted, a sinister whisper or hiss could do its job easily enough.

Ashka would not consider herself a hero by any means and unlike those of Nordic blood she would never find rest in sovengard, the curse of her ran too deep for Akatosh's tender grace to redeem.

By many means, Ashka wasn't even mortal, she would never find rest because death was unlikely ever to take her, she did not bleed red as other mortals, but golden as the divine did. The consequence of having two divine parents she supposed.

Akatosh was her father, in a way. The high Lord and redeemed of men had blessed her mother's womb such that he would be the father of any child she went on to have in spirit. Her other father, had always been one to, push boundaries, but if he had know just what he was sleeping with, she was sure even he wouldn't have pursued her mother. Sanguine was many things, suicidal wasn't one of them.

But the Daedric Prince hadn't noticed Akatosh's touch upon her, and while under normal circumstances Sanguine's seed would never have taken, the Dragon God's influence enabled it to; and thus she was born. Daughter of Daedra and Aedra. Divine blood easily overpowering mortal.

Ironically, neither Akatosh nor Sanguine had noticed the connection, it had been Sheogorath who had, while cackling madly, pointed it out dropping in on her meeting with the Prince just before Sanguine handed his rose over to her and had the chance to proposition her. (Ashka was glad he did, she didn't particularly enjoy the thought of incest...) While Sanguine had been vehement in his denial of it, her blood didn't lie; Akatosh had been careless, he had chosen her mother unknowing that she was an acolyte of Sanguine, choosing her only for her pure heart and steadfast will.

Truthfully, Ashka was still at a loss as to what to do with that information.
She couldn't be made champion of other Daedra while having one as a parent - or so they thought (It wasn't like there were many other half Daedra, half Aedra offspring running around).

Still, she had left that meeting with two staffs and one sword, up one staff from when she had entered - she would continue as she had before, wielding them and sending souls unto their respective daedric realms in the names of Sheogorath, Jygalagg and Sanguine. Until the time comes which Akatosh notices his blunder and decides what will become of her, whether she was to die, or to ascend as Talos had.

Temptation ran freely in Sanguine's domain, both that of a sexual and a non sexual nature; she had very nearly given in and stayed in the grove getting to know her biological father who, surprisingly, very much wanted to get to know her as his daughter. Very tempting, however, her companions were no doubt anxiously awaiting her return in Morvunaskr, and if she delayed much more there was no telling what trouble the two would get into.

(There were many spider related reasons she didn't leave Lucien and Inigo alone together for extended periods of time. Sheo found it hilarious the trouble the two could get into, and Ashka strongly suspected he was responsible for the conjure spider spell they had managed to make.)

Sanguine explained many of the strange occurrences in her life, including the way that things conjured from oblivion were reluctant to attack her, yet so effortlessly answered her calls.