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Moonlit Scales: Outsiders (4)This chapter is told in Forest-Lurker's point of view.
Shada sits on the opposite bench of the carriage, head hanging down, sleeping. Her black hood covers her sun-sensitive scales in the daylight. Sometimes I wonder how it feels to be afflicted with the disease.
I look around my surroundings to see the woods of the Rift. I look around for certain landmarks; a town surrounding a mine. Then I look at my map to see we just passed Shor's Stone.
"Forest-Lurker?" Shada wakes up, trying to keep her black hood covering her scales from the sunlight. "How far are we to Riften?"
"We just passed Shor's Stone. It won't be that far." I said, pointing at the town on my map. Shada nods, then she hangs her head down trying to sleep.
Moments have passed; we have arrived at Riften. The carriage stops at the stables. I look around at the woods, then I turn my head towards the gate. Standing there are two guards.
"Don't forget to have a drink of Black-Briar mead. It will make you forget about this whole t
Moonlit Scales: Weakness (3)It feels like moments have passed. I keep hearing a man's voice echoing as I slowly wake up. As I wake up, I recognize the voice. It was Sam. As his voice gets louder and clearer, I open my eyes slightly.
"Wake up." Sam said, making eye contact with me as I open mine.
I look around to find myself in an inn; the wooden structure looks somewhat new. I hear two other voices in another room; it sounds like a father and son arguing. Then I hear two other voices; it sounds like Redguards having a conversation about a certain woman. Sam stands next to the bed I'm laying on.
"Wh-where am I?" I asked. The inn looks like any typical Nord building in Skyrim.
"Rorikstead." responded Sam. I lay my head back down. "You passed out back in my camp."
"Why are we here when I should be in Falkreath?" Sam should know that I was on my way there.
"Skorvald and your Argonian friend should be outside the inn waiting for you." Sam obviously ignored my question. Something is up.
"I have stew ready." a Nord's vo
Moonlit Scales: Strangers (2)As I get closer to the settlement, I spot two men, a Redguard and a Nord. They spot me as well.
"Are you lost, stranger?" asks the Redguard. He seems friendly enough.
"I need help for my.....friend here." I responded.
"What's wrong with him?" asks the Nord.
"He took a hit from my horse. He's unconscious." I said. "It was a long story."
I have my doubts that they would let a few strangers in their camp, especially Argonians like Forest-Lurker and I.
"You can stay with us for the rest of the night. The beasts can be a nuisance here." said the Redguard. "The name's Sam, I'm also a traveler like you."
I get Forest-Lurker, laying on his stomach, off the horse. Then I carefully place him on a bedroll near the fire pit.
"I'm Skorvald." said the Nord. "I'm on my way to a cave full of Hagravens."
"What about you?" Sam asks me.
"I'm going to the Falkreath capital." I said. I suppose it would be best to introduce myself, no need to give away the details. "My name is Shada."
Moonlit Scales: First Meeting (1)The sound of wagon wheels, the uncomfortable feeling of the wooden seats, and the constant rambling from the carriage driver makes me regret hiring him to take me to Falkreath.
"Oh there once was a hero named Ragnar the Red who-" Bjorlam sings, before I get irritated.
"Can you stop the singing? I'm trying to have my peace here." I said putting on a blue hood from the back of my robes. Bjorlam glares at me in his negative response. It's fine with me. No irritation, peaceful ride.
Time has passed and the sun is setting. The carriage is at the border between western Falkreath Hold and western Whiterun Hold. When the sun makes its complete set, I felt very grateful. I hated when my nostrils were in contact with the sun while I had my hood on. I take the hood off.
Something is not right.
I immediately hear voices, physical sounds. At start, the noise comes from behind the carriage. Then another part of the noise comes from the front of the carriage. Both sounded faint.
A Tale Of The Black Star
There arrives a Breton Mage
Whose name is Ralfe the Novice
Traveled north, from a cage
Into the town of Winterhold
He stops by for a drink, he did
He meets an elven mage, 'lacar
Who sits in his chair, he said
"Ah, a mage. I do need assistance"
The Breton seems interested
To help a stranger in his quest
He finds another chair, listened
To the request 'lacar will ask
"I need you to go to Falkreath Hold
To recover the soul of 'lyn
Contained within the harshest cold
Of the broken Azura's Star"
The mage proceeds to travel south
To a place, 'linata's Deep
He saw a sight, a gasp in his mouth
A skeleton hangin' waterfall
He continues to step foward for his task
Defeating every necromancer that he sees
It wasn't that easy to ask
For the soul of 'lyn Varen
Ralfe returns to Winterhold
Returns the Star to 'lacar
Next thing Ralfe knows, he's controlled
He is sent in to kill Malyn
Defeating every Dremora
He kills 'lyn once and for all
Standing before a great flora
It is the fixed Azura's Star
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