The Lone Warrior
- LETTURE 127
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- Parti 3
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Ultima pubblicazione mer, mag 3, 2017
I'm thinking of doing a Teldryn Sero Fanfiction after I complete this story, but I do want to hear feedback on it before I complete this one. So feel free to give me any thoughts on what you all think.
Okay, so the cover photo of my story is my Skyrim character Dalerica Shadowstorm. She does have a mixture of Dwemer and Nord within her and she has been around Tamriel for quite a bit if time. Dalerica and her family have lived in Valenwood, avoiding all the conflict of the world around them. Her mother, Enielle is a Dwemer, and her father Drolin is a Nord of Skyrim who has fought in many battles, and had a place in the Great War.
Her mother's presence in Tamriel is unknown to many but Dalerica, her father and twin brothers, Ellrik and Alaric. They live in seclusion on the South end of Valenwood, in a cottage miles from salvation.
Drolin has trained Dalerica for many years so, her skills are beyond any others she has met a match with. Any who dare crosses blades with her are going to find that she is far more skilled than looks can bare.
Dalerica is shorter than most but, that doesn't stop her from kicking ass and leaving a stray bandits head on a pike.
Though her mother and father forbid her to leave the comforts of home, she ends up disobeying both of her parents and finds adventure of her own. And her sights are set on the Western horizon towards Skyrim.
Tell me what you think of this very short and lousy description of my character. I promise I have more to tell about Dalerica. I just cannot find a longer and proper way to describe her....for now. Give me some feedback! I'd love to hear your thoughts!
Ps: Everything in this story belongs to Bethesda! I only own my character! None of it belongs to me! I may add new characters but that is a MAYBE. Once again I don't own anything but MY own character.
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