This is a Skyrim fan fiction. High Elf Vaerra, is new to Skyrim coming from the Summer Set Isles and is wanting to better herself from the peasantry she was raised to become one of the highest officials in the Thalmor. But to do so she has to master...
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Later in the evening Lucien and I came back through Whiterun, stopping at the Bannered Mare for the night. As we settled in, getting some roast for dinner, we heard several conversations that peaked our interest in the quiet city. A middle aged nord woman with long red hair pulled back at her temples with two braids sat in the corner, growling to her companion, a younger nord man, he had a full blond beard and heavy iron armor that seemed to weigh him down.
“Can you believe they wouldn’t let me join!? How dare they! Don’t they know a real fighter when they see her?” The younger man rested his head on the table, clearly not enjoying the conversation.
“Uthgerd, you almost killed the dude. I don’t blame the companions for not wanting you.” The woman stood throwing her flagon of ale to the ground,
“Obviously I didn’t mean to hurt the lad!”
“Obviously that is a problem.”
I nudged Lucien, letting him listen in for a moment before he turned to me, “We should try to join them.”
“They are a nord group, I highly doubt that mages will pass to get in.”
“So? What harm comes in trying?” There were those big puppy dog eyes that I couldn’t say no to. Those soft green eyes, the little quake in his lip as he pouted when I turned away from him.
“Fine.”
“Yes! I win!”
“Not now you idiot, we go in the morning.” He hung his head with a sad groan, disappointed. I would need so much mead to deal with tomorrow.
The sun had barely risen when I awoke to Lucien, vibrating with excitement. This Imperial was going to be the death of me if he kept waking me up so early. We put on our armor, Lucien his Dwarven set, the bulky bronze looking far outside of my comfort zone but he loved it. The thick chest and shoulder pommels should keep him out of harm's way, enough anyway. I never fully understood how he was able to move around so easily with the large boots that matched the set. I put on my normal elven armor, the funny green gold color reminding me of home. It was far lighter and far superior for moving and fighting than the heavy armor but it was not strong. The leaf-like forms that covered my shoulders and chest could be broken into with the right amount of force but I had yet to encounter that problem so we would just play out the day and see what occurred.
We walked slowly through the town, seeing the large longhouse style building just below Dragonsreach. We walked inside and were met with many pairs of eyes, most surprised but some challenging. Most of the occupants were nords, the red guard woman from the other day was sitting with a dark elf, the only two who clearly didn’t fit in. Quickly we were met by a large nord man, his short cropped black hair was similar to the man we saw on the hunt, really he was strikingly similar. The only physical difference was that he was taller and a little less broad across the shoulders and chest.
