"Getting muddled up with the Daedra is one of the worst things you could ever hope to do," Marcurio frowns when I explain what we're doing. In the morning we took a carriage to Falkreath and the sun is shining brightly above us.
Silus had showed me around his museum which was all about this cult called the Mythic Dawn. They were dedicated to Mehrunes Dagon and he was kind of responsible for the First Oblivion Crisis. Anyway, long story cut short, I agreed to help Silus find these pieces of Mehrunes Razor for him. Will I regret doing this? Probably. But will I turn down an opportunity for adventure? Of course not! Besides, maybe this could be a good thing. If I please Mehrunes Dagon maybe he'll be some help to us against Hermaeous Mora?
Before heading off to Falkreath, where the first bit of the razor is, I made a detour to Riften in order to get my friend Marcurio's help. Marcurio has changed quite a bit since the last time I saw him. He's definitely taller and a lot better looking too. He's claimed to have learnt some powerful new spells that will benefit us both, though I'll believe that when I see it.
"I'm not directly dealing with Mehrunes, so I don't really see the problem," I point out. "I mean, I know he did cause the First Oblivion Crisis but this Silus guy seemed desperate to get the shards and make his ancestors proud. And he's paying me! Really excellent money!"
Marcurio doesn't reply to me and we continue the trek towards Cracked Tusk Keep. It's a peaceful day in the pine forests and I'm very grateful that it isn't a rainy day, though they're quite common down in this part. I'm also surprised we haven't run into any Spriggans, bandits or dremora.
"Hold up! Get down now!" Marcurio hisses.
I drop down and I get my stalhrim greatsword. Just like my father and uncle I'm tall and strong and I tower over mother, Sofie, Blaise and Maryse and I'm almost the same height as my uncle Farkas. I am roughly 6 foot or so. My height is a huge asset to me and so are my muscles seeing as they help keep me going during fights and allow to me lift and swing the heavy greatswords and warhammers that I often train with. However, I do sometimes feel a little insecure about them. The other girls my age in Whiterun snigger at me when my muscles buldge out, when I'm taller than all the boys and at how awkward and out of place I look when I wear dresses. It doesn't help I've got short curly hair and a big nose. I sometimes wish I was small and dainty like Maryse with her curly blonde locks and big blue eyes.
"What can you see?" I ask Marcurio in a low voice.
"The bandits occupying the fort. I hate bandits. They're desperate men with nothing to lose, and they fight like it too. Keep down and I'll snipe out some of their archers," Marcurio responds.
"Or we could just run in there and smash them all to pieces," I suggest.
"Lucia. Look at the big strong Orc bandits with their huge weapons. Now look back at me-"
Before Marcurio can continue I jump up and I rush towards the bandits fortress, clutching my greatsword like it's a lifeline. The bandits notice me and begin firing arrows at me, but my armour fends off the arrows all too easily. I rush up to the first bandit and I slice him open with my sword. I can hear the crackling sound of fire and spark magic nearby and I feel relieved to know Marcurio didn't ditch me.
"Keep up, little mage," I laugh at him. Marcurio scowls at me but then quickly incinerates a bandits archer that's been consistently firing at me and missing.
"I am an apprenticed wizard, not a little mage," Marcurio mutters.
"You've sure been an apprentice for a long, long time friendo," I roll my eyes at him and we finish off the bandits on the exterior.
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A Series of Daedric Events (a Skyrim fanfiction)
FanfictionLucia Whitemane is a good girl. She trains hard, fights well and has a noble heart. She's a perfect candidate for the Companions and joining them and being just like her parents is all she's ever wanted. However, the rising threat of the Second Obli...
