The Daughter of Evergloam (CH 1. )

  • "When brothren wage war, dragons return and the last dragonborn walks Nirn, the eye of shadow opens on the child of darkness. ( Nocturnal's prophecy : 4th E 201.

    "Lexia, get your arse up." Came the firm toned voice of an elderly woman.

     

    The little light from the candles lit in a small room revealed the source of the voice to be an elderly nord woman. Her long grey hair drapped over her shoulders, face decored in wrinkles of a long life, and a single scar darting across her right eye, paled and glazed eyes gazed upon a lump of a feminine figure under the blanket of a bed. As she reached out to pull the blanket back, the sunlight beat down on a sleeping black haired Breton female who couldn't have been but in her late teens.

    "I said get out of bed Lexia, it may be your birthday, but the inn nor am I about to cut you any slack." The old woman stated.

     

    Groggily the young female turned her head to gaze at the woman, a yawn escaping her vocals as she narrowed deep blue eyes peering at the elder in annoyance.

    "Alright Letta, I'm up.", as she rolled to sit on the bed's edge.

     

    "Good, get dressed, can't keep the customers waiting, I've been letting you slide too much on sleeping til noon." This time there was slightly more annoyance in her tone as the old woman spoke.

     

    "Yes Mum." Retorted Lexia in a partially sarcastic tone as she stood to her feet, the old woman leaving the room and shutting the door behind her, telling her not to lollygag as she left. " Old crone." Lexia scoffed as she donned her tavern clothes and tucked her rag in the belt of the garment. " Every day it's the same mess."

     

    It had been like this for as long as Lexia could remember, she had been raised up in Bruma, a small town just on the border to Skyrim snow covered and built in old nordic craftsmanship, the sidewalks lined with soot due to the constantly burning brazers that lined the towns streets. Lexia had been raised in the very inn she had worked in from a young age. Letta had been her only parent figure, taken her in and raised her, her real parents she had no knowledge of, for all she knew they were dead, the only member of her family she had any memory of was her younger sister who she also assumed to be dead. Other than that the only thing she had of them, so she thought was an oddly shaped birth mark on her left shoulder, which when looked at closely, resembled the daedric symbol for Oblivion.

    " Well, may as well get down there, not going to get any peace anyways." She uttered with a sigh as she pulled and tied her hair back into a pony tail, and left her room, shutting the door and making her way down the wooden stair way. It must have been around noon, because the local workers who were some of the usuals were starting to show up for the lunch hour, many of them miners and wood cutters.

     

    Putting on a smile, if for nothing else but show, Lexia made her way around to each table, jotting down their orders and taking them to the counter where Letta stood to have them filled. Lexia was just about to turn and start wiping down the couple of empty tables left when Letta stopped her.

    "Before you get too busy, I need you take care of room three. It was left a mess last night by one of our patrons."

     

     

    Again Lexia responded with "Yes Mum." in a slightly sarcastic tone, turned and was about to enter the room when a new customer entered the inn, an elderly man, nord by the look, he appeared rugged from journey, dirt laiden, and paled from the bitter cold. He wore blue mage's robes bearing the talisman of Stendar on the right shoulder, and carrying a steel mace holstered to his left hip.

     

    It was nothing unusual to see a traveler from Skyrim here in Bruma, due to how close the town itself was to the border.

    "Great, a vigilant, here to thump around the doctrines of Stendar no doubt." Lexia thought to herself as she turned to face the man.

    "Good afternoon sir, and welcome to the Jerall View Inn." Lexia stated toward the male. The old nord simply gazed at her and gave a slight nod and made his way to the front counter. Lexia shrugging it off, she was used to such responses as most nords weren't the most sociable and opened the door to the room, entering to begin cleaning.

     

    The old man had come to talk to Letta, as Lexia had entered and closed the door, he began talking.

    "Letta, it's been years. I take it you're doing well?"

     

    The old woman replied with

    " You know full well Bruma isn't easy to deal with, so cut to it Tolgir, you and I both know why a Vigilant of Stendarr is here."

     

    "Straight to it then, eh?" Replied the old male. " Well, as I'm sure you're aware of, it's her nineteenth year. You know what that means. "

     

    Letta, folding her arms over her chest, gave the old Vigilant a knowing gaze

    "Yeah, yeah, upon the nineteenth year the seal is no longer strong enough to keep her blood asleep."

     

    This caught Lexia's attention, they had to be talking about her, who else could it be, but what were they talking about? She pressed her ear to the door to listen.

    " She's nineteen Letta, she cannot remain here any longer, lest her blood awakes and the town falls victim to it. You and I both know very well what she could be capable of, being half blooded and all that." Stated the old man.

     

    Letta scoffed

    " And what would you have me do?, It's not like her mother is going to show up on the inn doorstep ,after all we both know how she works, and who knows what about the girl's father, no one's seen or heard of the man since she was but a toddler. " Lexia was astonished, her real parents were possibly alive. " In her astonishment she stumbled back, bumping onto a drasser by the door, knocking a ceramic jug off and shattering it. " Fine, but you take it up with her yourself Tolgir." Spoke Letta in a harsh tone. "Lexia, I know you've been eves dropping, come on out." She spat snappily.

     

    The old woman, Lexia had to admit, knew her too well. Opening the room door and stepping out.

    "Ah, you've grown since I last saw you lass." Spoke the old vigilant as he turned to look upon the young Breton. "Last time I saw you, you were around, well that really doesn't matter

     

    Eyeing the man curiously, Lexia asked "And you are?"

     

    Letting loose a small chuckle, the old man replied.

    "I'm Tolgir, with the vigilant of Stendarr, based in Skyrim. Been nearly nineteen years since I was last in Cyrodil." Lexia had to wonder what the man was here for, surely this wasn't just a social visit, the vigil hardly dealt with just visitations without reason. " Letta, I am going to borrow the lass for a while, best these things not be known to prying ears." Letta gave a nod as Tolgir turned to face the young Lexia. " Come lass, there are some things need be discussed, but away from here. "

     

    "Alright." Stated Lexia.

     

    The old man turning toward the inn door and walking toward it, Lexia took of her fur cloak by the door and wrapped herself in it as she starting following the man out left and began walking down the snowy streets of Bruma, toward the eastern gate, out of town.

    "Now then lass. " Tolgir spoke. " What do you know of Daedra?" He asked.

     

    An odd question to outright ask someone, especially when they hardly knew the person they were asking, Lexia replied anyways with,  

    "Not much."

     

    Tolgir again let a small chuckle escape.

    " Well, there's some real irony, old Letta certainly has been keeping you in the dark then, understandable really. Though whether it's a good or a bad thing I am unsure at this point. "

     

    Curious as to what Tolgir meant, Lexia stopped in her tracks.

    " What do you mean, keeping me in the dark?"

     

    Tolgir turning around to face her, a look of slight disappointment on his face.

    " I mean you're half Daedra girl, and a daughter of Nocturnal no less."

     

    Lexia's face went to shock at this.

    " Surely you jest with me?, I can't be."

     

    The old man palming his forehead.

    " Lass, have you ever known a vigilant to jest when it comes to daedra?" Honestly, Lexia knew Vigilants never joked when it came to anything dealing with daedra, but a child of Nocturnal, that was unheard of. She had never heard of any daedra mating with a mortal. Tolgir's tone went to being serious and firm as he began to explain. " While yes it sounds strange, daedra do mate with mortals, some more than most and some less. It's very rare for Nocturnal, but when she does the offspring is called a Night Wraith. You're a daughter of Evergloam, just as a full blooded vampire is a daughter of Coldharbor."

     

    This was a lot to take in as Lexia stood in denial.

    " I can't be, just can't."

     

    Tolgir just shook his head as he gased at her.

    " Haven't you ever wondered what gives you your immunity to magic?, sure your breton blood is part but even bretons can't boast of a complete immunity to it. Upon a Night Wraith's nineteenth year their powers begin to awaken, you're a Daughter of Evergloam, whether you can accept it or not. What you choose to do with it is up to you. If you need further proof, I suggest you make way to the border, because all the proof you need is in Skyrim. " Lexia's curiousity peaked at this. " I need to know more, I have never even heard of Nocturnal having a child." Tolgir loosed a small smirk, leave it to a vigilant to know their enemy. "Well lass, Nocturnal didn't physicaly have you, your mother was taken over by the lady of shadows during your conception in order to create you, Nocturnal is very selective and saw a power in your parents she could use and made a bargain with your father. As with all mortals, if the temptation is great enough they will give in.

    " You talk like you knew my parents." Lexia stated as they continued walking. "I did lass, your father was an honorable man, and when he finally realized what he'd done he left the vigil, I had known him for almost twenty odd years, and he had never faultered beforehand. If he is alive then he is well hidden. All I can say, if you want more answers you will need to travel to Skyrim, but be warned, there is a war going on, so I suggest travelling the back roads to avoid any kind of trouble. " As he spoke and pulled a rolled up map and handed it to Lexia. " I won't be returning til that damned war is over."

Comments

4 Comments   |   Sotek and 3 others like this.
  • TheVampyreKing
    TheVampyreKing   ·  January 6, 2019
    if I wanted this, what class would she be? you don't happen to have a build of her do you?
  • The Long-Chapper
    The Long-Chapper   ·  December 6, 2016
    That is a lot for young Lexia to take in all at once. 
  • Sotek
    Sotek   ·  October 16, 2016
    Not often we see the start of a Character away from Helgen, especially one who has a large pair of shoes to fill. Her upbringing is basic and relatively mundane. A great opportunity for her to make her mark on the world. 
    Looking forwards to th...  more
  • Alexianna Rubi Bloodheart
    Alexianna Rubi Bloodheart   ·  October 16, 2016
    I swear my phone's keyboard hates me,can't wait for my laptop to be back up and running, so please bare with me til then.