#danica pure-spring

[kookaburra1701]

WIP Wednesday - Wives of Shor I: Moth to Flame

❤️❤️❤️tagged by @dirty-bosmer and @thana-topsy ❤️❤️❤️ tagging @gilgamish @nientedenada and @tallmatcha

Fandom: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Rating: T (entire fic is E) Category: M/M Pairing: Kaidan/Lucien Flavius Genre(s): Romance (bodice-rippers my beloveds), bildungsroman Other main characters: Inigo the Brave, she/her Breton LDB

Summary: A scene from near the beginning of the fic - Kaidan has something he needs to do before the party sets off for Bleak Falls Barrow. Lucien Flavius is by Joseph Russell, Kaidan is by Liv Templeton, and Inigo the Brave is by SmartBlueCat.

25 Last Seed, 4E 401 Whiterun's streets were shrouded in mist, the few lanterns still burning at this hour casting halos of light in the gloom when Kaidan stepped out of the Bannered Mare. Tucking his cloak around himself, he walked quickly towards the stairs leading to the Wind District. Given how long it took Lucien and Pascale to prepare themselves in the morning on the road, he estimated he had a good hour at the earliest before they made their appearance at the stables.

The lanterns on the doorposts of the Temple of Kynareth were lit, and the door was unlocked. The inner atrium of the temple itself was lit only by the votive sconces flanking the shrine of Kynareth at the far wall. Not wanting to disturb any sleeping patients or clerics, Kaidan moved around the outside of the atrium, but did not find what he was looking for.

"May I help you, child of Kynareth?"

Kaidan whirled, coming face to face with Danica Pure-Spring, who was holding a lamp and had clearly just risen from bed, her robe ungirdled and hair thrown over her shoulders in long twin braids.

"I did not mean to wake you at this hour Sister, I apologize," he whispered. "I came seeking Kyne's blessing."

Squinting at him in the dark, a flicker of recognition crossed Danica's face. "You're the one who brought poor Hadvar to the jarl - so you're accompanying him on that errand of Farengar's?" When Kaidan nodded she said, "I would be happy to give you a blessing." Danica turned and walked toward the Shrine of Kynareth at the far wall of the temple. "I have a traveler's amulet for you as well if-" She stopped talking and turned to look at Kaidan quizzically when she realized he was not following her. "Is something the matter?"

Kaidan glanced around the Temple. It looked just like every other temple of Kynareth he had seen during his travels in Cyrodiil and beyond.

"I would like a blessing of Kyne, Sister."

Understanding dawned on Danica's face. "I see, I see. I don't get asked for those much, especially with the Gildergreen...well. Unfortunately with the expansion of the healing wing the shrine to Kyne we had outside was removed, and never replaced. But we will do it properly, don't worry. The Goddess of Storms doesn't need anything made by man's hands to work her wonders. Meet me under the Gildergreen, and unsheathe your blade."

Nodding once, Kaidan turned and left the temple.

He almost kept walking past the twisted, scarred trunk of the Gildergreen. He must have incredible depth of hubris to ask for Kyne's blessings after turning his back on all of Brynjar's teachings - and instead of doing it properly, he was going to be doing it in the middle of a city, under a dead tree, with a priestess who prayed to Kynareth.

Despite these thoughts, Kaidan took off his cloak and knelt beneath the Gildergreen's boughs, facing the Throat of the World. He carefully unsheathed his nodachi, placing the scabbard in front of him, and laying the bare blade across his legs.

Below him, the buildings of the Plains District seemed like islands in a sea of thick fog, and to the east the first blush of dawn was chasing the stars away from the horizon. A lark began to sing in the branches above him.

Repeatedly Kaidan tried to still his thoughts and center himself, but every time he attempted to begin a breathing exercise, his thoughts would turn to Brynjar, and a sharp pang of guilt would lodge in his chest.

"Are you ready, my child?" Danica approached, her vestments in place and priest's cowl now covering her sleep-mussed hair.

"I- I don't know, Sister."

Danica paused, but did no speak, waiting for Kaidan to continue.

"I haven't prayed to Her in...a long time. I don't know if Kyne will hear me."

For a long moment, the only sounds were the rushing of water in the aqueducts and the lark still heralding the dawn, heedless of the two humans below his perch.

"It's not my place to say what She will or will not do. But-" Danica moved to stand before him and placed her hands gently on his hair as Kaidan bowed his head. "I am reminded of the story of Keeper Ormi, who turned her back on Kyne when she thought the Goddess had abandoned her sons in war. She was so given over to grief that she turned to daedra-worship, and became a hagraven. She desecrated Kyne's sacred trees, and led her priestesses astray. And yet the Goddess welcomed her back when she repented, and returned her to human form. Do not presume to have done such terrible works that She is unable to grant you Her peace."

Danica's words brought some measure of comfort, and Kaidan was able to quiet his doubts as she began the blessing.

"Widow of Shor, Blessed Warrior-Wife, May this man's blade be as swift as your storms, And sharp as your winds.

"Sister-Hawk, he is your sword and your shield, Use him to safeguard those under his care." "Mother of Men and Beasts, Do not draw your veil against him as he travels, Bring peace to the wild things, that they will not bare their fangs to him."

"Kiss-at-the-End, if he should fall, May he meet you with honor untarnished, And carry him safely to Shor's Hall."

As Danica finished Kaidan felt her place something over his neck. When he opened his eyes and looked down, he saw a small scrimshaw pendant hanging from a leather thong, covered in flowing spirals and flanked by two hawk talons.

The last time he had seen one of these was when they had burned it with Brynjar's body.

He stood suddenly, knowing he had to leave immediately if he was to retain any of his dignity. "Thank you, Sister."

"Your journey awaits," Danica smiled at him. "Wind guide you."

Kaidan refastened his cloak and pulled his hood up as he descended the stairs, leaving the Gildergreen and Danica behind. By the time he reached the main gates, his cheeks were dry and the amulet was safely tucked under his tunic, the weathered bone warm against his heart.

[helgiafterdark]

[skyrim-forever]

Day 5: Gentle

A/N: Hey everyone! This entry will include pregnancy, totally understand if that's not your thing and you want to skip. But if you're interested Theodora goes to see Danica Pure-Spring due to what she thinks to be her years of fighting catching up to her. This one kind of got away from me and it's 1600 words XD Tagging @tes-summer-fest

The journey to Morrowind had proven to be more difficult than she anticipated. On paper it seemed straightforward, get to Windhelm and take the Northern Maiden. Whiterun had only been meant to be a quick stop on the way there, however as she got closer to the city her health began to fail. First was general exhaustion, even riding on horseback was tiring and then she lost her appetite. The mere smell of food was enough to make her vomit. Perhaps the battle with Alduin had left her more damaged than she initially thought, or if it was the years of fighting that had finally caught up to her. Theodora knew that she’d never make it to Solstheim in this state, let alone face whatever was waiting for her there. 

Praise be to Kynareth for having a temple in the city. She regretted not seeing Danica sooner. 

“Hello Dragonborn, what brings you to the Temple today?”

“Hi Danica, I’m not feeling well. I was wondering if I have some old injuries that are causing problems.” 

“I see.” The Priestess gestures for her to follow her, leading her to a bench tucked away from the main hall. “Can you please describe what you have been experiencing ?” Theodora takes a breath, the exhaustion is beginning to hit. 

“Well, I find I’m getting tired much easier, I can’t do the same amount of travel as I could even a few weeks ago. And Divines, even the smell of food makes me nauseous.  I’m wondering if I have an internal injury, I haven’t gotten proper medical treatment for quite some time now so I wouldn’t be surprised if something is much more damaged than I originally thought..” She lightly laughs “I’m not great at recovery.”  Danica nods along as she speaks. 

“Have you noticed any changes in your body? Perhaps needing to relieve yourself more often?”

“Yes! I’m up every two hours at night. I had forgotten about that, just thought I was just starting to get older.” 

“Hmmmm. When was your last bleed?” 

“My, um” Theodora stops mid-sentence, surely Danica wasn’t implying that she was…? Anxiety starts building inside of her. Relax, she is just trying to cover everything. “I don’t remember. I figured it was all the stress keeping it away.”

“I see.” The two women sit in silence for a moment, tears begin to well up in her eyes as the gravity of the situation sets in. Pregnant the word repeats over and over in her mind.  

“It is okay Theodora.” The Priestess holds her hands in hers. “There are treatments available if you need them.”

“Thank you, could I have a little time to myself. I need to think before I decide anything.”

“Of course, I’ll be over there when you need me.”

The tears came out in full force, snot coming from her nose, and loud sobs. Why wasn’t I more careful? You stupid bitch how could you let this happen? She wasn’t fit to be a mother, what did she even know about mothers? There was the threat of Solstheim to deal with, how could she do that with a child? While pregnant? Then came the thoughts of what if the baby looks more like Ondolemar than me?What kind of place is this for a half Imperial half Altmer child? She lays her head back against the paneling of the Temple, eyes shut in an attempt to stop crying. 

The thoughts then begin to morph, perhaps it is not all bad. She may never see Ondolemar again, but she could still have a small piece of him. He wasn’t really gone now, there’d be proof of their time together. And maybe that was enough. She had been praying to Akatosh for something, anything to help her keep going. Maybe the Divines were not so cruel after all. She could do with her child what she wished her mother had gotten to do with her. She’d tell them they were born of love, that they could do anything, they’d be the Dragonborn’s child. And no matter what, that fact would give them protection. She had more than enough money and Theodora had been looking for what to do with the rest of her life. Being Thane in nearly every hold had proven not to be as glamorous as it originally sounded. She is torn. 

Returning to the main temple hall, she speaks to Danica.

“I’m going to need a few days to think about it.”

“Absolutely, think it through. Whatever you decide, the choice is fully yours.”

“Thank you, Danica, truly thank you.”

She spends the night at the Bannered Mare staring at the ceiling and thinking through every possible scenario. She could go into hiding, maybe even move back to Cyrodiil or as far as the coast of High Rock. raise the child somewhere no one knew her, maybe in a large city so seeing a mixed child wouldn’t be out of the ordinary. But could she leave the friends she did have here? She was sure Camilla would understand, she was the only one who knew about her relationship with Ondolemar. Wanting kids herself, Theodora couldn’t imagine her thinking less of her. All her thoughts seemed to involve how to have the baby, not if she should. Maybe that was a sign enough. Eventually her eyes grow heavy and sleep overtakes her. 

Dreams were normal for Theodora, mainly nightmares, but dreaming has become a place of old memories. In her dreams her father and Uncle Elo still breathe. Aunt Rhiannon still smiles. They were all still at the house in Anvil, and sometimes even the city itself was thriving, flourishing as it was when her father was young. This was one such dream. She is in the kitchen when she hears a baby’s crying coming from upstairs. Instinctively, she follows it. Through the house’s winding hallways she grows closer to the source of the sound, now hearing a woman’s voice.

“Shhhhhh, it’s okay, shhhhhh.” It’s coming from the storage room, the one that had been beside her room. The door is partially cracked open, a sliver of sunlight shines on the dark hardwood. When she opens the door fully, a woman is there. She looks like her paintings, long curly dark hair, warm skin, wearing a long white dress and brown belts. Everything is the same save for the grey streaks in her hair that she never got to grow in life. Before Theodora can stop it, a word she’s never uttered leaves her mouth. 

“Mom?” Kassandra turns to her, clutching a small golden bundle in her arms.

“Sweetheart, I’m just trying to calm him down, he woke up from his nap early.” She rocks the baby softly. “I think he wants his mama.” Theodora’s arms open naturally and her mother places the baby, him, in her arms. 

“Here, support his head like this. Be gentle.” She takes her hand and adjusts it behind his head. “Good, good, you got it.” She can see him better now, his small pointy ears and brown eyes. She takes a brief glance up, brown like her mother’s eyes. “Oh isn’t he sweet? You’re so lucky.”

“I am.” She rocks him slowly. “But mom I’m scared.” Tears start coming out of her and her mother wraps her arms around her. 

“I know dear, I know. But you’ll be okay. You can do this, you have done so many hard things.”

“But what if…” Kassandra stops her mid-sentence. 

“Don’t worry about what ifs, you can’t predict what will happen. What do you want?” Amidst the tears Theodora looks down, back at her son. His crying has ceased and he smiles at her. 

“I want him.”

A crash of thunder jolts her awake, as her hands touch her face she feels tears, she had actually been crying. It was not just a dream. Never before had she dreamt of her mother, let alone talked to her. As more tears come, this time of joy, she feels healed. The little girl in her who never got to cry to her mom finally got her mother’s advice. Though she did not know through which mechanisms had made it possible, she knew that was in fact her mother she spoke to. And if her mother believed in, she could. 

Seemingly having forgotten what time it was, Theodora rushed to the Temple. With a swift knock on the door, Danica answers. 

“I’m keeping it.”

“Congratulations.” Danica rubbed her face and smiled at her. “You’ll have to be gentle with yourself these next few months. Based on your symptoms I suspect you’re around 6 weeks.” She takes a piece of parchment and writes something down before handing it to Theodora. 

“You’ll want to start taking these herbs, they will help you with tolerating food. Once you’re six months along take these ones.” She points to a small list of plants, some of which Theodora had never heard of. “They’ll help prepare you for birth.”

“Thank you.”

“You're welcome. Oh, and no more drinking. Not until you’ve finished breastfeeding.” Oh that’s right she thought, pregnant women famously can’t drink. She hadn’t been sober for longer than a few days since she was a teen, this was going to be a challenge. 

“Alright, I understand.”

There is life back in her, both figuratively and literally. Deciding to still go to Morrowind, she figures it would be best to be pregnant away from prying eyes. She has a few  months still to make progress on the Miraak issue. Perhaps it was naive to think she could still adventure pregnant but Theodora already felt stronger. She has someone to be strong for.  

[littlemissf]

Danica Pure-Spring 🍃

[quicksilverdrabbles]

No Cure for The Plague (1)

Lucien: So Idgrod wants us to give a letter to this 'Danica Pure-Spring'. The trip from Morthal to Whiterun was surprisingly short!

Kaidan: That's because we cut through the Labyrinthian. It would have taken days longer if we'd decided to go around the mountain.

Inigo: I am going to stink of troll for weeks..

Morana and Xelzaz: *excitedly writing/talking about the troll fat they had gotten*

Morana: I'm going to make Two-Handed potions for Kaidan. He would like that, right?

Xelzaz: It would definitely be beneficial. I'm planning on making some Frenzy poisons.

Morana: I should do Dragon's Tongue with it. Fly Amanita would just give the potion frenzy properties.

Xelzaz: Agreed.

Taliesin: If you two are quite done, we have reached Whiterun.

Morana: So rude, Tally. *a little angry face is written in the bottom corner of her newest page*

Taliesin: Yes, yes. Let's just find this priest and go already. It reeks of dog here.

Kaidan: If I remember correctly, the temple's in the Wind District. This way. *holds the door of the Temple open* After you.

Morana: Thank you.

Kaidan: Of course.

Morana: ...? *looking around at all the sick people lying in their beds.* ... *staggering forward, suddenly feeling nauseous* Oh.. This.. this is a healing temple..

Kaidan: Hm? Morana?

Morana: *falling forward* Shit..

Kaidan: Morana! *he runs forward and catches her before she hits the floor, unconscious* Hey! What happened?!

Soldier: *sitting up in bed* Huh? The pain's gone..

Farmer: My fever! It's been cured!

Taliesin: What?!

Lucien: Morana! What happened to her??

Xelzaz: One of you get a healer! We need to lay her down somewhere that isn't the damned floor!

~

Xelzaz: How is she?

Danica: Stable. I don't know what happened. One moment you say she's fine, but now she's taken on.. the same symptoms as all my patients combined. They all say they've been cured.

Kaidan: How is that possible?

Danica: I'm not sure. Magic is my first guess. I'm going to double check my other patients. You can go in and see her, but be warned that what you see may be the reason she was so insistent on wearing that mask.

Inigo: We understand. Thank you.

~

Morana: *gasps, sitting up quickly in bed* Ow.. Rockjoint..? *reaches up to feel her head, a cold towel falling off of her forehead* Bone Break Fever.. *looks around the room*

Inigo: *Lying asleep sprawled across the foot of the bed, quietly purring*

Lucien: *asleep propped up in a chair, his head bent at a (most likely) uncomfortable angle*

Xelzaz: *sitting with his head down against a table, asleep*

Taliesin: *Leaning against the wall by the door with his eyes closed. He looks relaxed, but is he really asleep?*

Morana: *frowns, looking around at her friends. Night has fallen, and the moonlight illuminates the room* How long was I.. asleep...?

Kaidan: *sitting in a chair next to her bed, his top half laying on the mattress. His hand covers hers gently*

Morana: Shit- *winces, curling in on herself from the pain* Need my potions.. *reaches for where they usually are on her armor, realizes she isn't actually wearing her armor* What?? My mask- I-I'm not wearing my mask-

Kaidan: Mn.. *he shifts, opening his eyes slowly*

Morana: *gasps, raising the blanket so it covers her face*

Kaidan: Morana! You're- what are you doing?

Morana: I-I'm not wearing my mask.

Kaidan: Oh. Er, I-I'm sorry, I should have figured you.. wouldn't want anyone to see. We all.. we were too worried, we came in as soon as Danica told us you were stable.

Morana: So they know?

Kaidan: About what?

Morana: *lowers the blanket, frowning at Kaidan* ... I'm not.. a very attractive person. So many people are afraid of me. *Several scars litter her body, ranging from small cuts on her hands to a large burn on her shoulder and arm, and several heavy flagellation scars on her back. The entire right half of her face is burned.*

Kaidan: You're worried about not being attractive?

Morana: No. Well- yes, but I'm more scared people will see my scars and think different of me.

Kaidan: We don't think different of you. If it helps, I think you're rather.. beautiful.

Morana: Don't lie just to make me feel better.

Kaidan: I'm not! I swear on everything that I am. Your scars tell stories, and while they may be painful ones, it doesn't take away from who you are at all.

Morana: ...

Inigo: Mrrr.. Hm? Morana? *yawns, raising his head to look at her* You are awake! This is very good news. *sits up, kicking the leg of Lucien's chair lightly* Everybody wake up!

Lucien: Wha- WAH! *the chair tilts, and he falls backwards. He grabs the table to try and steady himself*

Xelzaz: Xuth! *the table pulls back, he falls forward and hits his head on his knee* OW! What on earth was that for?!

Taliesin: Haha. That was quite a show.

Xelzaz: Oh shut it.

Morana: Are you guys okay?

Lucien: Quite alright, we.. *blinks, turning his head towards her* ... MORANA!! *jumps out of the chair to stand next to her* Are you alright?! What in the gods' name happened-

Xelzaz: How's your fever?? I tried to give you a cure disease potion but it didn't work-

Inigo: Did you sleep well? You looked very tired, my friend-

Morana: *raising her hand so she could get them to quiet down* I'm hurting a bit too much to write or sign right now, so please bare with me... Um.. *flushes, unfamiliar with the attention* C-Could someone bring me my potions please? The ones in the purple bottles.

Taliesin: Here.

Morana: Thank you.. *she reads the labels on the bottles before drinking two labelled 'Rockjoint' and 'Bone Break Fever'* ... I'll be fine in a few hours.

Inigo: What did you just drink? It smelled very nasty.

Morana: Regular cure disease potions.. don't work on me. I have to make special ones catered to my immune system.

Xelzaz: Alright.. Well now that we know you're okay, would you mind explaining what happened? It frightened us greatly when you suddenly collapsed in the middle of the Temple of Kynareth.

Morana: Kynareth??? Nobody told me it was a Temple of Kynareth.

Kaidan: Why does that matter?

Morana: ... It doesn't. Or- it does matter, but there's a lot to be explained before I can say anymore on that.

Taliesin: We've got all night. And rather eager ears.

Lucien: Are you sure you don't need anything else?

Morana: No, I'll be fine for now.. I suppose I did promise I'd talk about my past.

Kaidan: Only if you feel ready to share, lass. We won't force you.

[breath-and-focus]

Aela adored each of her children equally, both born of her body and adopted by her husband. Markus had done a remarkable job raising the orphans that had been left around Skyrim.

Lucia had grown into a beautiful young woman, and had gone on to marry a young nobleman when she had turned 17 winters. She now lived in the Imperial City, but frequently made trips to Skyrim to spend time with them.

Sofie had blossomed under the tutelage of herbalists and healers, and now in her 18th winter, was considered one of the best healers in Whiterun, having trained with Danica Pure-Spring for the last decade.

Blaise and Alesan had become fine warriors, growing in strength and brilliance, and making a name for themselves within the Companions. Now that they were full members of The Circle, and had been gifted the beast blood, they could frequently be seen traversing Skyrim and as far South as Leyawiin.

She thought fondly of their children, her eyes drifting over to Dengen and Eruki, watching them play and spar together, noting just how quickly they were growing themselves. The two of them were glued at the hip, and it took everything in Markus and Aela to separate them just long enough for their nightly baths.

Dengen was very protective of his sister, and would proudly fight anyone to keep her safe, his beast blood howling within him whenever someone so much as looked at Eruki the wrong way.

Aela couldn't be prouder of her children. And soon enough, another would join them, running through the streets of Solitude, following his or her siblings in their own training, and traveling with them to Bruma to visit Markus' family.

She absently rubbed the swell of her belly, smiling fondly as she saw Markus approach, the children running up to him before leaping into his arms, wrapping their own around his neck as he carried them up the stairs to the patio, depositing them back onto the ground before ushering them inside to get cleaned up for dinner.

He smiled, leaning over to capture Aela's lips in a tender kiss before gently nipping at her bottom lip, a hum leaving him as he pulled back.

"Enjoying the sunlight, love?" He questioned, taking the chair opposite hers as he leaned back against the back rest, his long legs stretched out to the side as he gazed at her.

"Yes... And thinking of our wonderful children. Every single one of them." Aela replied with a smile, her right hand cradling her belly as she smiled at him.

"Ahh, speaking of children, I received a letter from Lucia. She's well and is on her way from the Imperial City to spend a few days with us. She wishes to see her siblings." Markus chuckled, basking in the smile that illuminated Aela's face.

"Oh my sweet girl! We must get ready for her arrival. I'll have Jordis get the spare room ready for her. I won't have my daughter sleeping at the Inn." Aela remarked, pushing herself up from the chair she had occupied, straining slightly before rising to her full height.

Markus rose as well, gently wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her against his body, smiling down at her before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

"I'll get the house ready to host her. You focus on resting and conserving your strength for our pup." He hummed, pressing his palm to her abdomen. "Let me handle that much, darling. You already do so much for us, now it's my turn."

"Ha! As if you're not the one who put this pup in my womb? I believe you've done enough, dearest." She teased, making him growl back at her, his eyes glistening with mischief.

"Shall I remind you just how I put that pup in your womb, love?" He whispered, his lips against her ear, making her shudder with the anticipation of it. "Now I won't hear another word of you saying I've done enough." He chuckled then, leading her into the house with a smile. "Rest."

"Yes, dearest. Whatever my doting husband demands of me." She replied with a laugh, making her way into the dining room to sit at the table.

[asarlaiochtsystem]

Alessia’s Legionnaire Journal #1

Loredas, 23rd of Last Seed, 4E 201 It has been a wild few months, I’ve barely had time to sit down and write since I’ve arrived in Skyrim. When I arrived in Solitude, the Legate refused to accept my papers. The Imperial Bureaucrats had made an errors it seems and so I was forced to take on an entire fort on my own. Fort Hraggstad and the Bandits within were in disrepair and so I was able to easily dispatch with them in under a few hours. When I returned I was inducted into the Legion, given the oath, and given my kit.

My First orders were to delve into a nordic tomb to find some Crown important to the nords, something about some First Era Nordic King named Harald. In any case, this was the last time things were easy since I arrived here. 

After getting the crown and delivering it to General Tullius, I was sent to Whiterun to deliver a message to Jarl Balgruuf. Jarl Balgruuf is a man of some renown in the legion, he served valiantly against the Dominion during the Battle of the Red Rings and in other engagements in the empire, he also has the scars to prove it. He’s older, not ancient like the Battleborn or Grey-Mane patriarchs, but definitely in his mid to late 40′s. I presented my message to the Jarl, but he refused to take a look at it until after performing some task for his Court Wizard, Farengar.  Farengar wanted me to collect a relic called the Dragonstone, apparently it detailed the location of dragon burial sites which would aid in combating the beast... which I ended up doing. As soon as I return I was led by Irileth, the housecarl, to the western watchtower and made to fight.  I slew the beast and absorbed some kind of power and knowledge of the dragons. The Guards called me dragonborn and on my way back to the Jarl the Greybeards shouted for me apparently. Personally, I’m not too focused on it right now. The Dragons are a danger to be sure, but I duty is first to the Legion, Second to the Gods, and thirdly to my family. With the dragon matter out of the way, Jarl Balgruuf agreed to read General Tullius’s letter. He then gave me an axe which he entrusted me to present to Ulfric as some kind of nordic ritual. As I readied for the journey I met the Priestess of Kynareth, Danica Pure-Springs. She asked me to help her revive the Gildergleam. By Chance, I also met a woman named Vilja who asked me to deliver a bottle of some sort to the Eldergleam Sancturary. Our two destinations aligned so we headed out. By this point I should say that there were three of us: Lydia, Vilja, and myself. Lydia is my housecarl. In the process of serving the Jarl, he awarded me the title of thane, essentially a knighthood of sorts. Lydia is essentially part of my retinue, my personal bodyguard. She seems a capable warrior, if perhaps a bit more prone to skirmishing than I’m used to. Vilja in comparison is a bit more friendly and talkative. She and Lydia tend to gossip while we camp. When we arrived at the Eldergleam Sanctuary I collected a sapling to take back to Danica and we found someone to help open the bottle... I then was once again diverted to go deliver a letter at a mill. While at the mill I was approached by an Orcish worshipper of Trinimac who proceeded to knock me out and kidnapped me. When I awoke I was in a cell and was accosted by a Telvanni wizard named Shanath. After exploring the town, Sadrith Kregan, I did some tasks for Shanath against my will before finally being given my freedom by the town’s leaders. I was then roped into stopping Shanath and helping the wizard Ylen-Ylu. When I completed all of Ylen’s tasks he then proceeded to leave me and said “You do it, I don’t have the spirit to complete this.” At which point a hyperspace craft, “AHO” as he called it, appeared before me. I sent the information to the imperial legion and was given the go ahead to bring the empire’s justice to the Town. All of their goods were confiscated and the slavers were summarily executed. I made my way back to Dragonsreach and retrieved Lydia. I’m writing this now in the loft of the Bannered Mare, preparing our provisions for our journey ahead. God’s Willing the rest of this journey will be less eventful.

[stephlynndrawings]

fulfillment of a prompt given over on @nirnwrote's discord server "I'll stay as long as you need." (I didn't end up taking this as a trauma prompt but i still like how it turned out)

It was months after the twins reunited and parted ways when Elruin got a letter from the Temple of Kynareth saying that her sister had turned up at the gates of the city burning hot with fever and that while they could get her healed, the bosmer refused treatment without her Dragonborn sister there. 

As she got ready to travel from her home in Falkreath, Elruin thought her sister’s attitude about it ridiculous. She had no idea what possessed her sister to demand the temple send for her when they were more than capable of healing her just fine, but she would go anyway.

Revyn watched her rummage through her pack, eating the breakfast they both had made for themselves and their kids before the letter came, “Are you sure about this, Love? You don’t owe her anything.” The Brunette sighed, “I know, but Elegrin never liked being sick. Plus, when we last saw each other, she seemed to want to make things right between us. I should at least try.” She smiled weakly. She stood up and slung her pack on her back, ready to head out. Before she could get to the entryway, her children came running to her with drawings in their hands.

“Give these to Auntie El for us Mama!” Lucia pleaded, her chocolatey brown eyes wide and pleading. 

Elruin couldn’t deny them such a request and after carefully -”So they don’t tear, Ma!”- putting them in her bag, she was off and riding the carriage to the walled city. 

Little under six hours of heavy thought passed and Elruin soon strolled through the gates of Whiterun in the mid evening. The citizens who knew her waved but otherwise she wasn’t delayed to her arrival at the temple, her presence being noticed by one of the healers, Danica Pure-Spring. 

“Ah, my Thane, are you here to see your sister?” She asked as she approached. She wiped her hands on her yellow robes, a kind smile on her face. 

The dragonborn nodded and smiled in return, “Yes I am, sorry I couldn’t get here earlier.” She replied, her smile turning sheepish. 

“It’s no problem, we’ve been keeping her as comfortable as possible though her illness has gotten more severe since we sent word to you.” She  explained as she guided the bosmer through the temple and to a private room. There on the bed, in leather armor, laid Elegrin. Her eyes were shut tight as she grimaced, her face flushed and sweaty. 

“What does she have? The letter doesn’t say.” “Bone break fever. We wanted to start healing her the moment she was brought to us, but she was very adamant that she wanted you here. You know, until she said who her sister was, I had been under the impression that you had no siblings.” Danica said, chattering on as she changed the cloth on the afflicted bosmer’s forehead. 

Elruin sighed and pulled a chair up to her sister’s side, carefully grabbing a pale and clammy hand, well aware of the fact that every inch of her twin’s body would be in agony. 

“We’re twins, actually. But we have been apart for far too long.” She explained carefully, not wanting to delve into her complicated past with her sister. 

The blonde on the bed seemed to notice her sister’s arrival and cracked an eye open, her eyes glassy and unfocused, “Rumi?” She croaked.

The younger sister’s face softened at the long forgotten nickname, grasping the hand in hers just a bit tighter, “I’m here, and I’ll stay as long as you need. Sound good?” She asked. She knew how much her sister feared going to healers. She also wanted her sister to know that she would be willing to try and make amends and grow closer, setting aside their childhood drama.

Elegrin hummed in agreement before a tear slipped down her face, understanding the hidden message loud and clear, “Sounds good.”

As Danica started to start the spell, Elruin pulled out the drawings the children had done, holding them for her sister to see, “When Lucia and Blaise heard you were sick, they rushed off during breakfast to make these for you. Just know that you are more important than lavender honey bread.” 

Although the spell was lessening the illness, Elegrin still sounded choked up as she gazed at the pictures her niece and nephew drew for her, “I’m honored.”

[alhavaradawnstar]

oc intros part 2/??

Name: Naðis "Naois" Stormkynd Race: ancient falmer Age: 16, as of infection with vampirism Height: 6'3" (was expected to be closer to 6'5") Gender/pronouns: male (he/they)

Personality: willful and brash; often antagonising his peers if he finds himself disagreeing with them, and being uncooperative with authority figures he finds stifling (which is most of them) Languages: falmeris (local and formal dialects), ancient nordic/late atmoran, cyrodilic (skyrim dialect, somewhat intelligible with modern nordic) Occupation: herder, initiate at chantry, acolyte of kyne/the hawk, apprentice mage, priest of kyne

Affiliations: Chantry of Auri-El (former), the College of Winterhold, Temple of Kynareth Relationships:

Vyrthur: dont, worry about itt. grins

Lunaya (another oc): neutral-positive relationship. He respects her as the archmage and tries to be somewhat well-behaved, but is far from a reliable source of information and does not try to fix his reputation.

Gelebor: bad. the relationship is bad. its great that theres other falmer around in 4e but they hate each other so so much.

Falion: they never talk much, but Falion is someone he grows fond of for touching his life, even if he didn't want to give up his vampirism.

Danica Pure-Spring: mostly positive. he likes her and tries to behave, but has some periods of tension as he grows as a person.

Lucia: positive. she was the first friend he made in whiterun after being cured of vampirism, and offered him a place to stay in breezehome after her adoptive father disappeared. they become incredibly close over the years

[nicestpamkale]

Helpful/Interesting Facts;

- The 'kill your spouse to get divorced' is a lie. You're still considered married & no new dialogue will pop up.

- Orcs are elves. Not necessarily bad, technically entirely neutral, but the fact that 99% of people do not know this in Skyrim is a lore failure I think.

- You can buy houses in all of the walled holds in Vanilla Skyrim. This is here because it took me years to know that. (Specifically, when I got hearthfire and I was looking into the prices for all the other homes.)

- If you clear out that fort to the southwest of Whiterun, the bandits will be replaced by guards.

- make sure to keep a separate save before doing the Gildergreen questline, and when you replace it with the sapling, remember to wait a few days. Sometimes the Gildergreen isn't actually tagged for removal, and in Vanilla, the only way to fix that is by redoing it. Otherwise you'll have a pretty bush inside of an ugly tree.

- The cemetery right beside it is where The Headless Horseman stops. Also much like the dragons- you can actually see the Headless Horseman on the world map. It just takes some squinting.

- You can't adopt children in plain vanilla. That's a DLC. (Hearthfire)

- The Vampire DLC (Dawnguard) adds the favesculptor in Riften. If you aren't a vampire, she can change anything save for your race or sex. Fun way to be canonically trans, I think.

- Morthal's unvampiring man only exists in the vampire DLC. (Dawnguard) He exists because of the face sculptor. I like to ship them.

- Read the books. Among my favorites are; The Cabin in the Woods, A Game at Dinner, and The Cake and the Diamond. They're more than decoration tools. @ me for more Skyrim book recommendations.

Cool Quests;

- on your way to Ivarstead, where the throat of the world is, for the first quest- there is a guy sitting on the edge of the road, seemingly in pain. Follow him, it's pretty funny.

- actually that whole road is filled to the brim with treats- some of the most interesting/thought provoking questlines and caves are on that fucking track. Seriously, genuinely, as you follow that road to Ivarstead; literally do ALL OF THEM.

- In Winterhold there's a lighthouse questline involving a dead family. Highly recommend you complete it for 10% to healing spells.

- In Dawnstar, there's a big ol fort at the top of that cliff. You can go inside of it if you talk to a guy in the Inn. Dawnstar actually has a lot of the curious-er questlines in that way.

- There's another werewolf in Falkreath- visit the jail to talk to him. He murdered a child but he's actually a really good guy. :)

- In Windhelm, visit the alchemist to find a questline that is actually really good, and an item that's even better.

- In Whiterun, if Danica Pure-springs is sitting outside the tree, talk to her. She's got a questline that allows you to either make that tree really pretty or replace it with a sapling. :) (If you want to replace it with a sapling and don't already know how to, ask me.)

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This is just a small list of off the top of my head things that people might want to see or have missed because Skyrim's game design is so shitty you have to go out of your way to find them/learn them.

If anyone is curious about anything in Skyrim hmu. I'm reaching a point in time where I've been playing the game longer than I *haven't* been playing it and I have more interesting advice/info than shit you can find in any Skyrim Top 10 videos.

(ALSO I hope it comes across that despite my brash demeanor. I actually love this game.)

Apparently not everyone knows that you can still get into the thieves guild in Skyrim if you fail the first quest

[toobusybeingdead]

Skyrim OC Leo Chapter 1: Lucifer

Authors note: This is going to be a series about my Dragonborn character and how I feel her life goes as she fulfills her destiny. Several quests are going to be different than in game but that just makes it more interesting.

Leo had known she was different for as long as she’d been alive. Was this some sort of punishment for something she did in a past life or was a Daedric Prince simply bored and decided to use her as a source of entertainment? Either way, she was going to die, drowning in the frozen water as the ship sank to the bottom of the Sea of Ghosts. They tried to warn her about the curse that was placed on the ship but she wouldn’t listen. She closed her eyes as the water reached up to her neck. Maybe she will finally be able to find the reason she was born into this cruel world.

“There she is!” A voice yelled. Water began to splash as a set of arms wrapped themselves around the woman. “She’s barely alive!”

She felt herself being dragged out of the water and wrapped in warmth. “Poor thing.” An older woman’s voice cooed. “She’s so tiny, even for a Breton. Are you sure she’s not a runaway?”

“She had all of the proper documents. Twenty-five-year-old Breton traveling from Roscrea to the mainland.” The two continued their conversation but as Leo tried to listen, exhaustion took over.

She felt warm. Was the hypothermia setting in? But she could feel her fingers and the tips of her ears. “You’re finally waking up, my child.” A calm voice said. “Try opening up your eyes slowly, you are safe here.” She cracked open her emerald eyes and looked at the wooden ceiling above her. “You are in the Temple of Kynereth in Whiterun, the Collage of Winterhold sent you here to heal.” She sat up and held the blanket to her chest. “They said you were not recovering due to the cold and thought you would be better off here.” The priestess handed Leo some clothes. “Put these on, we tried to change you out of your old clothes but you were putting up a fight, even when sleeping.”

The woman left to give Leo her privacy to change. “How long was I asleep?” She asked in a rough voice. She winced at the dryness in her throat.

“Five days.” She came back as Leo finished tying the cinches. “I feared that you were not going to make it.” Leo nodded her head and sat on the edge of the bed. “My name is Danica Pure-Spring. I am in charge of the temple here.”

“My name is Leo.”

Danica smiled and handed the Breton woman a cup of water. “The ship captain was able to provide us with some information before you were sent here. You were wanting to begin a new life, yeah?” Leo nodded her head. “There are plenty of jobs here. You could begin working on one of the farms, or I’m sure Hulda could use another hand at the inn. The Companions are always looking for new members as well.”

“I-I’ll look around. Thank you.”

The summer sun warmed Leo as she walked out of the city gates. When she was pulled from the ship she still had her enchanted satchel on her. It was a gift from her father when she was born and enabled her to carry almost everything she possessed. She was able to change into her traveling clothes and found her family's sword that she now carried by her side. As she was about to take her first steps into her new life she heard someone shouting.

“Wait!” She turned around and saw an Argonian man running up to her. “Wait!” he panted out as he finally caught up. “Y-you’re the one from that shipwreck up north, right?” He hunched over, hands on his knees as he caught his breath.

Leo slowly nodded her head. “Yeah?”

The man stood up and looked down at her. “I asked Danica about you and she said you were leaving on some sort of adventure, would you mind if I went with you? As protection of some sort?” His eyes had a hopeful glint in them.

Leo stood in shock for a moment. She has never seen this man before in her life and now he wants to travel with her? Was this some sort of trap or was he just that desperate for some adventure? “I guess you can join me.” She said slowly and began walking.

The Argonian smiled. “Then let’s get going!” He took in a deep breath as he walked next to his new companion. “My name is Lucifer, by the way.”

“Leo.” She replied.

[gacmediadaily]

Danica McKellar was bursting with joy when she became a Christian in the spring of 2022, and the Great American Family actress recently shared that she is still growing and thriving in her newfound faith.

One of the things McKellar is doing to mature in her walk with God is reading through the entire Bible in a year. In fact, she’s even been taking the time to discuss what she’s learned on social media and on her Bits of Joy video series through Great American Community. One of her latest topics was the Lord’s Prayer from the Sermon on the Mount.

"Whether or not you are Christian or whatever your faith is or isn't, I find something very interesting about the Lord's Prayer," she said during a recent social media livestream. "There's praise, there's asking for things, and there's one thing that we are going to do in return, and that one thing is that we have to forgive people who've done bad things to us… And that's like, one of the hardest things to do, right?"

McKellar noted that the majority of us probably have people in their lives who they haven’t really forgiven, but wondered if that forgiveness was the key to truly getting what you wanted in life. (After all, Jesus was very specific in how He taught the disciples to pray for a reason.)

“That’s our challenge: to forgive others the way we want to be forgiven,” she added. “It benefits our souls because we can let go of bitterness, which will only harm us if we cling to it.”

The actress, who said she doesn’t have a favorite Bible verse yet and is simply “absorbing it all right now,” went into more depth on what forgiveness truly means and how to exercise it in her Great American Community video, which is now streaming on Great American Pure Flix.

“‘Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us’ asks us to do only one thing in return for God’s forgiveness,” she explained. “And that is, that we must truly wish the other person well within our own heart.”

Read Also: Danica McKellar Dusts Off Dancing Shoes For Upcoming Great American Family Film

But how does the busy actress, who is a regular on 90s Con and Christmas Con circuits, in addition to being a wife and mom, author, mathematician, and actress with two Great American Family films coming out soon make time for her daily scripture reading? For McKellar, it’s about making a commitment and sticking to it.

"I'm reading the Bible all the way through this year. That is my goal, and it's happening," she said. “I also listen to the Bible on my phone. It's so great. I do it when I'm putting my makeup on or folding laundry or whatever. So it happens. My life can't get too busy to do it because I get to listen to it while I'm doing things that I would be doing anyway. And it's just wonderful."

In addition to her video on the Lord’s Prayer, McKellar’s recent Bible Bits videos on Worshipping False Idols and Ego vs. Humility also stem from her current readings in the Bible.

[helgiafterdark]

running late for dad's funeral

[princessnerdslayer]

The High Queen- a Skyrim Fanfic. Chapter 2

Chapter 2: A deceptive departure

*Lille vennen- Norwegian for ‘little friend’, endearment for a child.

“Is the princess ready to leave yet?” the Imperial Captain demanded impatiently. “We’ll lose the light if she continues to dawdle.”

“Dawdle?”, Balgruuf replied incredulously. “She seeks the blessings of Kynareth upon your travels. Be happy she is beseeching the gods to give you an uneventful journey.”

The captain grumbled under his breath about frivolous princesses and silly superstitions, while stomping down the stairs to the Plains District. Balgruuf could hear him yelling to the soldiers to stand taller and form up, although they all already stood in perfect formation.

“Fool”, Balgruuf muttered under his breath, turning as the door to the Temple opened. The princess walked out, wearing a black dress and a thick mourning veil that obscured her face. Her protector was as always right behind her, already wearing her full ebony mail and helmet.

Balgruuf smiled, and held out his hand. “Come princess, your escort is waiting just outside the walls. There is a carriage for you, as requested.”

The princess dipped her head in thanks, and put her hand in the Jarl’s, letting him lead her past the crowds gathered to bid her farewell. They tossed flowers in her path as she went, cheering her name, and entreating the eight divines to protect her. She raised her hand in acknowledgement, waving as she walked out of the city walls and into the waiting carriage.

In front and behind the carriage, Imperials soldiers roused and snapped the reins of their horses, as the process began its slow progress west toward The Reach.

*

“Did it work?” Rhiannon asked Balgruuf excitedly, when he stepped back inside the temple of Kynareth.

“Aye, I think it did princess”, Balgruuf told her ruefully, still amazed that she had gotten everyone, even him, to play along with this harebrained scheme.

Rhiannon had been helping Kynareth’s Priestess Danica Pure-Spring heal people at the temple since she had first come to Whiterun as a child. When going to the temple one day for a blessing, she had passed a housewife come to seek healing for a burn on her hand. There had been an outbreak of Bone Break fever in Whiterun at the time, and the priestess and acolytes had been too busy to help the women. Rhiannon had spied a mortar and pestle, and made the woman a quick salve of blisterwort, blue dartwing, and some honey to fight infection. She’d spread it over the burn, and bandaged the woman’s hand herself, giving her a small jar with the rest of the salve to take home. Rhiannon had been unaware, but Danica had been watching the interaction, ready to step in if the little girl had gotten the treatment wrong. It had been perfect though, exactly what she herself would have prepared for the woman. Before the princess had gone, Danica made sure to thank her, and inquire where she’d learned her healing skills. Rhiannon had blushed, and stammered that she was self-taught from books. Her family would never have let her actually help heal the sick, considering it below her lofty station. Danica had simply smiled, and told her that she was welcome back anytime if she would like to assist the priestess with her healing duties. Rhiannon had come back the very next day, and then every day for the rest of the summer.

Jarl Balgruuf had sent for Danica Pure-Spring, and the Acolyte Jenssen last night after Rhiannon had explained her mad scheme to see herself safely home. Danica and Rhiannon were a similar size, and Jenssen could reasonably pass for Breytla, if he was wearing her distinctive ebony mail. Rhiannon would insist upon receiving Kynareth’s blessing before she left Whiterun, to pray for a peaceful journey. In the temple, Danica would don Rhiannon’s mourning gown and veil, and Jenssen Breytla’s ebony armor. Danica & Jenssen would then leave the temple, walking to the covered carriage meant to take the princess home. Rhiannon and Breytla would dress themselves in the robes of the priestesses, and wait in the temple alcoves for the city to quiet.

“I knew it would work!”, Rhiannon exclaimed happily. “Thank Kynareth Danica & Jenssen were brave enough to do this.”

“Let’s all just pray to the eight they come to no harm” Balgruuf said gruffly.

Breytla stepped out from an alcove, sweeping her hood off her short black hair. “If the Forsworn take them, they’ll be ransomed back. If Ulfric takes them, well…. he is not known for harming innocent priestesses. He’d likely ransom them as well. Either way, it benefits no one to harm them.”

“Unless they get overrun by brigands, or trolls” Balgruuf grumbled.

“Come now friend, you aren’t normally so dour” Rhiannon brightly chirped, thrilled that the first part of her plan had gone forward without a hitch. “Now we must move…. Breytla & I don’t want to be late for the dead.”

*

“This place makes my flesh crawl”, Breytla said, eyes flitting nervously.

Rhiannon had to stifle a giggle. Her sworn shield was the bravest person she knew, would face any foe to protect her. And yet she had a deep fear of ghosts, and hated being in any Hall of the Dead.

“Don’t worry Breytla, I’ll protect you from the ghosties and skeletons”.

“That is not funny” Breytla huffed, putting one hand on the hilt of her greatsword, Vanquisher. Forged from the bones of long dead dragons, it was a sword without equal. Rhiannon had placed it in Breytla’s hands herself, during her investiture as Rhiannon’s sworn shield. It’s edge never required sharpening, and it had been enchanted to absorb life force from the enemies it struck. It had become such a part of Breytla that Rhiannon wouldn’t have been surprised if Breytla bathed with the blade. Rhiannon didn’t think that Breytla was aware she reached for the blade when she grew nervous- even during court functions, when there was no threat other than overproud courtiers.

“The Blackshield is right to be cautious”, Andurs admonished the princess, coming up the stairs from the catacombs. “The dead can be a menace to the living when angered. Thankfully, all is quiet down in the tombs”.

“Thank you Andurs” Rhiannon said solemnly, trying to hide a smile. The old Nord was a priest of Arkay, serving in the Hall of the Dead. While he could be a crotchety old man, and overfond of his mead, he had been a good friend to Rhiannon over the years and she trusted him to keep her secrets.

The front door of the Hall groaned open, and Breytla shoved Rhiannon behind her, drawing Vanquisher.

“Be calm Blackshield- it is only us” Kodlak called, Farkas, Vilkas, and Aela the Huntress close upon his heels.  

“Finally,” Breytla muttered, sheathing her sword. Rhiannon shot her a censuring look, which turned to a frown as she faced the Companions. “You are late- did you run into trouble?”

“Skjor, Ria, and Torvar were drinking in the main hall- we had to wait until they went to their beds before we could slip out unnoticed” Vilkas replied, rolling his eyes.  

“We could have just told them the truth”, his brother Farkas commented, moving to stand beside Vilkas. “I hate all this cloak and dagger nonsense-we’re the Companions, not the Dark Brotherhood”.

Rhiannon nibbled her lower lip, as she looked at the twin brothers. The twins were the youngest Companions that had ever been risen to the Inner Circle, and were both strikingly handsome. They both stood well over 6 feet tall, and had well-muscled physiques from their hours spent training at Jorrvaskr. Both had shaggy black hair, and unusual light grey eyes. As Rhiannon had grown into womanhood, she’d often fantasized about the both of them. She had even tried to encourage Farkas to kiss her last month- and failed miserably. She had wandered up to the Skyforge, and found him sharpening his blade as the last rays of sun left the sky. As she hailed him, he’d risen from the grindstone to greet her, and she’d made her move. She’d placed her hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat through the tunic he had been wearing in place of his steel armor. She’d stepped in close, and raised her face to his, willing him to lean down and kiss her. He had instead stumbled back, almost tripping over the grindstone in his haste to be away from her. He’d mumbled an excuse about needing to ask Vilkas something, then almost run down the steps toward Jorvaskr.

Aela had found the whole thing uproarious when Rhiannon had confessed her failure the next day (after an hour of pestering about why Farkas had turned bright red upon seeing Rhiannon that morning).

“He still sees me as a child”, Rhiannon had grumbled, pulling back her bowstring and letting another arrow fly.

“That must be it”, Aela said in a deadpan tone, failing to prevent her lips from curling. “Not that he didn’t want to fight the nephew of the Emperor for dallying with his betrothed. Honestly Rhiannon, Farkas is a blockhead, but he isn’t that stupid. Elbows up, your posture is sagging”.

“Farkas would knock Cidius into the dirt…”.

“And then be executed” Aela said seriously. “Rhiannon, he protected both of you. You know this”.

Rhiannon had ground her teeth until they hurt. She did know he was protecting her as well as himself, but it still rankled! She would be expected to show up to her nuptials still a virgin, and yet no one had any such expectations of Cidius. He hadn’t even been true to her while in her own city….

“The princess is right to insist upon secrecy” Kodlak admonished Farkas, smiling at Rhiannon. “This endeavour will succeed only if no one realizes the switch. The fewer who know the truth, the better”.

“Fine”, Farkas grumbled, readjusting his sword. “I just don’t like it”.

“Like it or loathe it ice brain, it’s what we’re doing” Aela slapped Farkas on the shoulder. “Go help Andurs get that passage open”.

Farkas and Vilkas went to help the priest, shoving a sarcophagus away from one wall to reveal a secret tunnel behind it.

Rhiannon had learned her first summer in Whiterun that there was a tunnel leading from the Hall of the Dead out of Whiterun, exiting on the plains below Dragonsreach. All the capital cities of each hold had such tunnels, hidden to be a way out for the Jarls should war ever befall the city.

“They’ll protect you with their lives” Kodlak murmered quietly, moving to stand beside Rhiannon.

“I know”, Rhiannon said, turning to smile at the old Nord. “I wish you were coming with us though”.

“I’m too old for the hard riding you will need to do to get through The Pale before anyone realizes what has happened” Kodlak answered. His expression brightened, as he dug within a pack carried in by one of the twins. “I do have something for you though, to help you on your way”.

Rhiannon gasped as he unwrapped a cloth bundle to reveal the most beautiful pair of short swords she had ever seen. They were made of a translucent teal material, with a bronze grip. About half the size of a normal sword, they would allow the wielder to deal fast attacks with both hands.

“What are these made of?” Rhiannon asked with wonder, leaning over to run a finger over one of the blades.

“Glass. Tempered glass- harder than steel and sharper than a razor” Kodlak declared with a smile, delighted with her response. “They belonged to my Jorlda”.

“Oh Kodlak” Rhiannon whispered. He rarely spoke of the wife he had lost so many years before, and she had never asked. She knew well some things were simply too painful to speak of.

“Jorlda would have been happy to see you wield them. She had a warrior’s spirit, just like you” Kodlak smiled, reaching over to cup Rhiannon’s cheek. “If we’d ever been blessed with a child, I think she would have been much like you. I’d be honored if you would take these with you lille vennen”.

Rhiannon was struggling to hold back tears as she softly whispered “the honor is mine”. She stepped forward to tightly embrace her old friend, before turning to face Breytla and the Companions.  

“Come friends, we need to move. It is going to be a long, hard ride to Solitude”.   

*

*Giving Kodlak a previous wife was a creative decision- Jorlda is not a canon character :)

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[Modify] NPC Replacer: Danica Pure-Spring v1 Lite

“What’s wrong, dear friend? You seem… distracted today.”

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[Modify] NPC Replacer: Danica Pure-Spring v1 Lite

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[quicksilverdrabbles]

Wizard: You! Finally, I have found you!

Avery: I beg your pardon?

Wizard: People in both holds of Falkreath and Whiterun claim that you are the best mage in Skyrim! I have come to challenge you to a duel!

Avery: A duel- I apologize, but it seems as though you have the wrong person. I'm not too much of a fighter.

Wizard: Nonsense! Everyone I've come across has spoken of your godlike magic that could bring a man back from death itself.

Avery: Oooooooh I see. I apologize, kind sir, but you definitely have the wrong person. I am a healer, yes, but I would hardly call my abilities 'godlike'. And I am certainly not a mage that hurts people.

Wizard: *casts a Firebolt spell at her feet* I will not take no for an answer!

Avery: *stepping back from the sudden heat at her feet* Goodness, you are stubborn.. I suppose I will have to oblige, then. *her skin takes on a scaly texture as fire grows in her palms* Styx, be a dear and wait to the side, please. I would hate for you to get hurt.

Wizard: Ha. You'll not fight with your familiar? From what I've heard, you're useless without it.

Avery: Oh hardly. Styx is such a great help to me, but I do not require her help in order to defeat someone such as yourself.

Wizard: We shall see about that. Prepare to meet your end!

Avery: I'm afraid I'm supposed to be the one saying that to you.

~

*distant screaming*

Danica Pure-Spring: *sips tea calmly, seated inside the Temple of Kynareth*

Ahlam: Don't tell me somebody challenged Avery to a duel again.

Danica: It never ends. At this rate, her body count will be higher than the amount of people she's saved.

Ahlam: That would be an unfortunate day, indeed.