The Shadow Land (An Elder Scrolls Story) [ON HOLD]

Chapter Six

Chapter 6

 

Author’s Note: I will be incorporating different points of view from now on. Still, the main point of view is Moon’s. If anything is unclear, please comment. I will gladly explain to all of you. Enjoy. :) P.S. Moon’s accent is a mix of British and a hint of Irish/Scottish. Most of the time it’s just “Bretonic”, only in a few words does her other accent come out. Example, ‘New Sheoth’, she would say it mixed. To give you guys an idea from an in-game Breton, in terms of voice, she is similar to Mirabelle Ervine’s voice (Master Wizard of the College of Winterhold in Skyrim), but with my own little accent twist. This is so you can better picture the character in your minds. Physically, she is like none other. Just to clear that out. Enjoy. :)

~Sthenomilke

 

It is quite cold in Northpoint. It is a walled city, much bigger than Jehanna. But it seemed bitter and corrupted. Something in the air does not feel right in this place. It was morning when I arrived, all of the shops and stores were opened. I walked right passed them, people were looking at me. I realized I hadn’t taken down my hood, no matter, it was snowing a little. I heard mumbles and a young man shout: “The Dark Brotherhood is back! Read the news about the murders occurring in Northpoint; only five septims!”

Wonderful, murders and the Dark Brotherhood; interesting. I approach the boy handing out the daily journal. This was a new custom the Bretons adopted. “I will take one, please” I said. “Five septims, miss.” I handed him the gold and he wished me a good day with a smile. He was very young. I folded the journal and put it in my endless satchel. I made my way to the inn.

When I opened the metal doors I heard the sounds of music, laughing, singing, dancing, bottles smashing and vomiting. I giggled a bit, drunks. The smell of wine, ale and mead filled the air. In my opinion, the best drinks are made by the Dunmer. They are strong, hearty and warming. This place reminded me of the Nordic inns back in Skyrim.

I walked straight to the innkeeper. It was a Bosmer male, he looked descent. “Hello, miss! And welcome to the D       ancing Giant Inn. How may I serve you in this fine morning?” I really liked and admired Bosmers. They were very nice. “I would like to rent a room. I am not sure how many nights, in time I will tell. Here’s a weeks’ worth of payment,” I handed him seventy septims. “And some food, please, I am starving.” “Of course, what would you like, Miss?” before I could answer, a little elvish child came up to him and said: “Dada, I feel bad. Could you take me to Warrinda?” I smiled, he was so adorable. I interrupted the innkeeper. “I could take him. I know you cannot leave your post. Does he know the way?” I asked softly. “Yes, miss.”

“Then it is settled, I will take him. Prepare me something hearty for when I come back with water and bring it to my room, please”

I bent down and looked at the child and wiped his tears “It’s okay,” I had a soft spot for children; the only thing that I actually liked about this world. “What is your name, child?” I asked with a smile.

“I am Nylian, miss. What about you?”

“Beautiful name, Nylian. I am Moon.”

I took the child’s little hand and we made our way out of the inn. “Now tell me, where will I be taking you?”

“To the temple, miss. It is the temple to Sheor.”

“Right,” I replied with a grin. Elven children are the cutest.

He led me to the temple of Sheor, an Aedric Deity, much like Shor, of the Nordic pantheon. We came into the temple and a woman greeted us. I presume that was Warrinda.