Skyrim: immortal blood

.The story you are about to read is found in the Elder Scrolls 5 Skyrim. It is one of my favorites and I wanted to share it worth others that haven't played the game.

The moons and stars were hidden from sight, making that particular quiet night especially dark. The town guard had to carry torches to make there evening rounds; but the man who came to my chapel carried no light with him. I came to learn Movarth Piquine could see in the dark as well the light - an .excellent talent, considering his interests were exclusively nocturnal.

One of my acolytes brought him to me, and from the look of him, I at first thought he was in need of healing. He was pale to the point of opalescence with a face that looked like it had once been very handsome before some unspeakable suffering. The dark circles under his eyes bespoke exhaustion, but the eyes themselves were alert, intense, almost insane.

He quickly dismissed my notion that he himself was ill, though he did want to discuss a specific disease.

"Vampirism," he said, and then paused at my quizzical look. "I was told that you were someone I should seek out for help understanding it"

"who told you that?" I asked with a smile.

"tissina gray."

I immediately remembered her. A brave, beautiful knight who needed my assistance separating fact from fiction on the subject of the vampire, and I had never heard whether my advice had proven effective.

"you've spoken to her? How is her ladyship?" I asked.

"dead," Movarth replied coldly, and then, responding to my shock, he added to perhaps soften the blow. "she said your advice was invaluable, at least for the one vampire. When last I talked to her, she was tracking another. It killed her."

"then the advice I gave her was not enough" I sighed.

"why do you think it would be enough for you?"

"I was a teacher once my self, years ago," he said. "not in a university. A trainer in the fighters guild. But I know that if a student docent ask the right questions, the teacher cannot be responsible for his or hers failure. I intend to ask the eight questions."

And that he did for hours he asked questions and I answered what I could, but he never volunteered any information about himself. He never smiled. He only studied me with thoughts intense eyes of his, committing every word I said to memory.

Finally I turned the Questions around. "you said you were a trainer at the Fighters Guild. Are you on an assignment for them?"

"No." he said curtly' and finally I could detect some weariness in those eyes of his. "I would like to continue this tomorrow night, if I could. I need some sleep and absorb this."

"You sleep in the day." I smiled.

To my surprise, he returned the smile, though it was more of a grimace. "when tracking your prey, you adopt their habits."

The next day, he did return with more questions, these ones very specific. He wanted to know about the vampires of eastern Skyrim. I told him of about the most powerful tribe, the Valkahar, paranoid and cruel, whose very breath could freeze their victims blood in the veins. I explained how they lived beneath the ice of remote and haunted lakes, never venturing into the world of men except to feed.

Movarth Diquiene listened carefully, and asked more questions into the night, until at last he was ready to leave.

"I will not see you for a few days." he said. "But I will return, and tell you how helpful your information has been."