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skyrimaddiction · 5 years ago

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Different Characters meeting my OC Syan Part 3

Links to the first 2:

https://skyrimaddiction.tumblr.com/post/613971069135716352/different-characters-meeting-my-oc-syan-part-1 & https://skyrimaddiction.tumblr.com/post/614303340873089024/different-characters-meeting-my-oc-syan-part-2

Aela the Huntress: Farkas, Ria, and herself were at Pelagia Farm fighting a Giant that had become a threat to the locals as it had trespassed onto the farm. This beast was putting up a great fight and was a worthy challenge. Even so, they were tiring quickly and did not seem to be progressing. Farkas narrowly dodged the Giant’s club and fell to his knees. Ria and Aela distracted the Giant so that he could catch his breath and regain his strength. He was the one dealing the most damage. While firing arrows at the Giant to distract it while Farkas recovered. A red-haired Atlmer woman came running full speed towards Farkas directly behind him. She didn’t know this woman’s intentions, so she had to warn Farkas just in case. Before Aela could even utter a word. The high-elf woman catapulted herself up and over Farkas, using his broad shoulders to launch herself. She flew through their air with a fierce snarl on her face, and landed on the back of the Giant. The Giant raised it’s arms up trying to reach for the new assailant. The elven woman wrapped her legs around the Giant’s neck, and plunged daggers deep into it’s eyes. Aela was impressed. This woman showed no fear or hesitation, and had skills that she had never seen before. After blinding the Giant, the woman gracefully rolled off the Giant’s back and onto the ground. She yelled at Farkas for him to strike the beast while it had collapsed to it’s knees, and Farkas did so. Aela watched as the woman and Farkas exchanged greetings. Farkas had a fierce blush on his cheeks, and Aela could smell his arousal, and hear his heart race. Aela smirked, the poor ice-brain is smitten with her. Aela also caught the woman’s scent. Spiced-mead and honey, and she too, had a faint smell of arousal. Great, just what the companions needed, love-struck fools mucking about. Aela was still impressed with the woman, so she approached the two of them. “You handle yourself well, perhaps you should join us.” The Atlmer woman tore her eyes away from Farkas and looked at Aela. Her amber eyes were strong, warm, and fearless. She smirked back at Aela “We’ll see.” She turned and walked off towards Whiterun. While the woman was greeting Farkas, she overheard her name, Syan. She watched Syan walk towards Whiterun, and then she turned to Farkas to speak with him, but stopped herself. his face was still blushed, and he stood there staring at Syan walking closer and closer towards Whiterun. Aela chuckled to herself and shook her head. The fool had it bad. His brother wasn’t going to be happy with that, as Vilkas was overprotective. She stepped in front of Farkas’s view “Stop staring you icebrain, and let’s go.” she said. She heard Farkas huff, and she smirked. She was only teasing the man, and he knew it. He may not be the smartest, but he was one of the strongest and largest men she had ever seen. He was a fierce fighter, a brave and loyal man, with a gentle heart. Her instinct told her that the woman could be trusted. She looked over her shoulder back at Farkas as they were walking past the town tavern. His eyes were locked on the door, and they were full of warmth and relief. Aela could smell the scent of the woman inside, just as Farkas could. Being of the beast-blood had it’s advantages. She chuckled to herself. There was no doubt, that Atlmer woman is something else. She couldn’t blame Farkas for being smitten with her, she was remarkable in her own rights, and beautiful as well. Aela smiled to herself. She couldn’t wait to see how this unfolds. She can’t wait to tell Skjor all about it too while they lay in her bedchambers, and she felt her heart warm at the thought of it.

Mercer: Brynjolf brought a new protege into the fold. Swore she would be nothing but useful to us after this unfortunate rut they’ve been in. When Brynjolf brought the red-haired Altmer woman to him, he immediately sensed she was a threat to him and his position at the guild. He thought he could set he up for failure by giving her the Goldenglow estate job. Even Vex failed to get the job done, so there was no way this new-blood would either. Brynjolf was shocked when Mercer gave her the task, and Mercer listened in on Brynjolf give her the details. He tsked, hopefully the mercenaries that guard there take care of her, one less problem for him. Unfortunately and much to Mercer’s surprise, she was successful. Mercer scowled, she was proving to be more of a problem then he had originally thought. The information she brought back from the estate was even more troubling. He had a suspicion that his past was coming back to haunt him, and he wouldn’t let anything stop him now, and had had a feeling this newcomer would be more trouble in the future. While she was out doing more jobs, he used his contacts to get information about her. Luckily, one of his contacts in Cyrodiil knew EXACTLY who she was, oh and the information was astonishingly useful and scandalous. He made sure to dispose of the contact afterwords. Couldn’t have any loose ends knowing about his inquiry. When she returned from Honningbrew Meadery with more information about the mysterious symbol that Mercer was beginning to dread, as he had suspicions of who it might be. He couldn’t have the truth revealed, not for anything. Before she left to go meet Gulum-Ei, he gave her a brief but haunting warning, that let her know he knew her past. “Oh and Syan, make sure you leave him alive, after all, we must be very flexible when serving our clients, and keeping our contacts happy.” The double-meaning was lost to Brynjolf and the others. But Syan knew......that Mercer knew. She stopped in her tracks and turned slowly to look over her shoulder back at Mercer. The look in her eyes was not fear or hopelessness that Mercer had been expecting, no, it was an inferno of fury, a glare of a promise of death if he uttered another word. He froze in his boots, and cold dread slowly seeped through his body and deep into his chest leaving him hollow. Then she gave the most menacing smile, and Mercer felt his heart stop. She turned and walked away, and he was able to breath again. Mercer quickly made plans. He needed to put an end to once and for all, and if this mysterious symbol was who he thought it was, he knew exactly how to do it, and would kill two birds with one stone, so to speak, and get everything back to the way it was before she ever stepped foot in the guild.

Alduin: After being lost in a drift through time, he finally re-emerged in Skyrim, to wreak havoc once more. He knew the foolish mortals would never be able to kill him, and he would reign in terror over all once more. He landed on a tower of a fortress, and looked down at the Joor below him. He couldn’t help but make eye-contact with the one Fahliil, the Atlmer woman. Her fierce red hair matched the haunting red of his eyes, but her amber eyes stared up at him, wide with shock, but no fear. Pretty, pathetic mortal he thought. His eyes bore into hers for a moment longer, and he knew her, Dovahkiin he thought to himself. He shouted at the sky in rage and burning rock pummeled into the fortress. He would slay all the Joor here in this fortress. He must not let the Dovahkiin live. He laid waste to the fortress. He flew over, looking for any signs of life, and found none. His rage sated for now, he flew off, ready to revive his fallen kin, and reign over the skys of Tamriel once more. Yet he could not suppress the feeling, that the Dovahkiin was still alive. As he was flying off he spotted her and another mortal man hiding among the trees. Every bone in his body was telling him to turn back and slay her here and now, but his wings would not listen, and they carried him farther and farther away. A mistake, he would later come to regret, and then be grateful for. (P.S. as a side note, in my fan-fic, he isn’t exactly killed.)

Paarthurnax: He had heard the Grey-Beards summon the Dovahkiin to High Hrothgar. While he was hopeful to meet the new dragonborn, he was filled with great sadness and conflict. He knew this would mean that his brother Alduin, was meet his end soon. He patiently meditated on words of power and fought with his conflicting emotions and thoughts, while waiting for the day he would meet the Dovahkiin for the first time. One morning, while the summit of the Throat of the World was silent and still, the clouds hovered just below. It was breathtakingly beautiful, yet below, he could hear the wind howling with such ferocity. A powerful blizzard he presumed. Then he heard her shout. Lok Vah Koor! It was thunderous, and made the mountain tremble slightly. The shout blasted a hole through the clouds that looked like a carpet of snow, before the rest of it swirled and dissipated. He watched as if it was a fog being lifted across the sky as far as he could see. A mighty Thu'um she had. He sat perched on the peak, waiting for her to arrive. He heard faint footsteps crunching into the snow. Her striking red hair was the first thing he saw. It swirled gently around her golden pink face. She puffed slightly out of breath from her long march up the mountain. Paarthurnax flew up into the air and landed in the snow before the Altmer woman. She did not seem surprised that he was a dragon. After exchanging greetings and Tinvaak for a while, She looked out upon the world from the mountain. He could feel the dragonblood in her was strong. Much stronger than he would have thought possible for a Joor. He could sense great power in her and he filled with pride, and also grief. He knew that Aludin would perish at her hand.

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