Shur'vahkiin (Skyrim X Inheritance)
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Celina Averion wasn't exactly what one would call heroic. In fact, she was the scrawny, orphaned, pickpocketing daughter of a poor dunmer merchant and a bosmer hunter, and nothing more. But petty thievery isn't exactly the safest or most legal occupation, and when a heist went south, Celina found herself waiting in line with a group of Stormcloak soldiers for execution.
Cue conveniently timed dragon attack.
Celina and her newfound friend Reeve escaped the attack on Helgen, and the dynamic duo find that Reeve is part of an ancient prophecy to save the world. Celina and Reeve manage to scrape up a defeat over the World Eater Alduin at the Throat of the World, but the battle is far from over. It gets more challenging once Alduin takes the war westward, to a new continent, with new allies and another conflict to add to the chaos. Now, the Dunmer-Nord duo, with their intrepid Orc berserker as backup, must help their newfound allies face the combined threat of the World Eater and the Mad King. And things only get more confusing when this odd green egg hatches...
(I do not own the Inheritance Cycle OR the Elder Scrolls series. Wish I did though; the Eragon movie would be SO much better)
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