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An Important ClientThe Ratway of Riften, skeever smells and dimly lit, makes a fine home for the shady folk. Nobody dares to enter without a legitimate reason. The public image of the Ratway makes life easier for the shady folk to live.
The taste and kick of Black-Briar mead keeps me in the Ragged Flagon, reveling a job well done. All I had to do is steal as much valuables from Whiterun, enough to fence for at least 500 septims.
Just when I start to get tipsy, a dark hooded figure approaches and sits on a chair next to me. I could not easily recognize her, considering that I'm nearly drunk and her hood hides most of her face in shadows.
"Hello Sam, how has the Thieves Guild been doing?" the hooded figure said. I recognize the voice, and then I look closely at her face. She's my sister, Taeria.
"We made some progress." I said, "I presume you're here for Dark Brotherhood business?"
"Delvin is over there." I said, pointing towards the shaded area of the Ragged Flagon. Taeria nods, turning her b
Moonlit Scales: Terae (5.5)Here lie the Stormcloak soldiers on the ground, slaughtered at my very home village. I should have waited for that mammoth to get away from Kynesgrove. Perhaps my bestial instincts had a desire to hunt down humanoid prey. Mammoths may not be enough, despite the amount of meat they have.
I run away from Kynesgrove to prevent any more deaths. There is an abandoned shack near the river. I visit the shack every full moon after a forced transformation.
Hircine, what have I done to upset you?
There has to be a disturbance in the balance of the hunt. Has the prey doubled? I have seen fewer mammoths in the lands of Eastmarch lately. Perhaps that disturbance is taking place elsewhere. For now, I don't care. Dammit, I should care for the sake of Hircine's satisfaction!
The sun rises; dawn has started. I get inside my old, withering shack. I keep my spare clothing inside the drawers after my hunting session. Unfortunately, I haven't stolen enough clothing to avoid this damning situation. I'm all
Moonlit Scales: Exile (5)I had a crazy dream about Sam and Skorvald tying my wrists around my back, leaving me in Falkreath Hold for dead. In front of me were a spriggan and a pack of wolves. I looked at her with immense terror. The spriggan ordered her wolves to attack me while my wrists are tied. I sat there, awaiting my fate. The spriggan grinned as the wolves charge at me, then she yelled, "Wake up!"
My eyes open widely, I see Shada nudging my shoulder. "What do you want?!" I said.
"You don't need to be that harsh," she said. "I just needed you to get off the bed so I can sleep on it." The room we rented in the Bee and Barb has a bed fit for one person.
"I'm sorry, just having a nightmare." I confessed. I walk out of the room and downstairs. Keerava and Talen-Jei says 'good morning' as I walk out the door. The first few people I saw were merchants, a beggar, and a hooded priest. I can understand the merchants were there early in the morning. I can also understand the homeless beggar. About the priest, I do
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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