Lifts-Her-Tail
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31st of Last Seed:
Dusk was settling upon the Rift, the sky now hidden behind a vast coverage of dark clouds with only few crevices amongst them, allowing moonlight to creep through. Seraphina sat atop Riftens battlements, a light breeze flowing through her red tangled hair as she overlooked the planes before her.
She often found herself here, looking out longingly into the lands that surpassed the Hold she now resentfully called home. She never warmed to the idea of being coddled inside a walled settlement and forever wished that she could live her life out in the wild as she once did back in Valenwood. This however, was no longer of possibility, as fear had now melded its way into her heart for what lurked beyond.
Skyrim was no longer a true home to any of its people, with only a small fraction of which was now deemed safe to roam, the rest only living on in memory of those who once lived there.
The warning that was given almost 10 years ago to the day, had permanently been embedded into her mind, with very few moments of which she did not think of it. She had always feared the return of the dead and as the day of reckoning crept ever closer, she knew that something must be done to prevent the fate prophecy foretold. She had tried reasoning with the people of her outpost, but was often seen as insane for even considering leaving the safety of Riften.
Seraphina however, had made it her sole purpose to discover how to avert the darkness that would soon consume them all; and she had no intentions of not carrying through with it.
At day break she rode towards outpost 2 in hope that a hold now run by those sworn to protect, would hold more resilience in their hearts to journey on into lands unknown. She did not wish to hold an audience with their people so left a flyer with the guardsmen and then left without delay for outpost 3. Although she held high hopes that the people of outpost 2 would heed her call, she could say little of that for the inhabitants of outpost 3.
She had known many practioners of magic in her time and there was very few she had been fond with. She had come to realise that many users of magic were inherently selfish, especially those of telvanni descent who were notoriously so. The inhabitants of outpost 3 rarely made contact with anyone who was not one of their own and they often refused aid to outsiders. As she drew closer and closer to their keep she readied her bow incase of any altercations, even though she knew she would stand little chance against an ice bolt to the face.
As she neared the gates she noticed a young female dumner stood in front as though awaiting her arrival. Seraphina dismounted, but before she could even contemplate what to do next she observed the dumner had already fabricated a small flame in her palm. This was undoubtedly as a warning that as an outsider she was not welcome there. Seraphina complied, placing the flyer on the ground and secured it in place with an arrow from her quiver. She then remounted and without a second glance went on her way back to outpost 1, where she would await any aid that she could only hope was to come.
Dusk was settling upon the Rift, the sky now hidden behind a vast coverage of dark clouds with only few crevices amongst them, allowing moonlight to creep through. Seraphina sat atop Riftens battlements, a light breeze flowing through her red tangled hair as she overlooked the planes before her.
She often found herself here, looking out longingly into the lands that surpassed the Hold she now resentfully called home. She never warmed to the idea of being coddled inside a walled settlement and forever wished that she could live her life out in the wild as she once did back in Valenwood. This however, was no longer of possibility, as fear had now melded its way into her heart for what lurked beyond.
Skyrim was no longer a true home to any of its people, with only a small fraction of which was now deemed safe to roam, the rest only living on in memory of those who once lived there.
The warning that was given almost 10 years ago to the day, had permanently been embedded into her mind, with very few moments of which she did not think of it. She had always feared the return of the dead and as the day of reckoning crept ever closer, she knew that something must be done to prevent the fate prophecy foretold. She had tried reasoning with the people of her outpost, but was often seen as insane for even considering leaving the safety of Riften.
Seraphina however, had made it her sole purpose to discover how to avert the darkness that would soon consume them all; and she had no intentions of not carrying through with it.
At day break she rode towards outpost 2 in hope that a hold now run by those sworn to protect, would hold more resilience in their hearts to journey on into lands unknown. She did not wish to hold an audience with their people so left a flyer with the guardsmen and then left without delay for outpost 3. Although she held high hopes that the people of outpost 2 would heed her call, she could say little of that for the inhabitants of outpost 3.
She had known many practioners of magic in her time and there was very few she had been fond with. She had come to realise that many users of magic were inherently selfish, especially those of telvanni descent who were notoriously so. The inhabitants of outpost 3 rarely made contact with anyone who was not one of their own and they often refused aid to outsiders. As she drew closer and closer to their keep she readied her bow incase of any altercations, even though she knew she would stand little chance against an ice bolt to the face.
As she neared the gates she noticed a young female dumner stood in front as though awaiting her arrival. Seraphina dismounted, but before she could even contemplate what to do next she observed the dumner had already fabricated a small flame in her palm. This was undoubtedly as a warning that as an outsider she was not welcome there. Seraphina complied, placing the flyer on the ground and secured it in place with an arrow from her quiver. She then remounted and without a second glance went on her way back to outpost 1, where she would await any aid that she could only hope was to come.
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