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  • Story of a Breton Farm Girl from Cyrodiil, Ch.05, part 32

    WARNING: Some mature content / lascivious wordplay 8th of Frost Fall, 4E201 Nephili settled into a seat at the Vilemyr Inn and waited for a young Nord male to arrive. At the Temple of Mara's request, she had traveled back to Ivarstead to intercede on behalf of two young lovers seeking each other's e...
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  • Story of a Breton Farm Girl from Cyrodiil, Ch.05, part 31

    7th of Frost Fall, 4E201 “Priestess.” Priestess of Mara, Dinya Balu, looked up from her ablutions and saw a young Breton woman standing before her. She wore a mages habit, her boots were caked with mud and the lines of her face spoke of exhaustion and bedragglement. Wiping her hands on a dry rag, s...
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  • Story of a Breton Farm Girl from Cyrodiil, Ch.05, part 30

    7th of Frost Fall, 4E201 The young Breton ran through the darkness without thought or care of where she went. The autumn forest whipped past her body, tearing at her legs as her mind tumbled over, end over end. The vampires in that cave had wanted salvation and they had begged Clavicus Vile to free...
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  • Story of a Breton Farm Girl from Cyrodiil, Ch.05, part 29

    9th of Frost Fall, 4E201 The southern gates of Riften opened, its hinges groaning in protest at the stranger passing by. Nestled in the Fall Forest against Lake Honrich, Riften was in ancient times, a fishing village used to ferry goods into and out of Skyrim. Once the walls were built signifying t...
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  • Story of a Breton Farm Girl from Cyrodiil, Ch.05, part 28

    6th of Frost Fall, 4E201 The Caller stepped back from the table and languished in her frustration. An apprentice brought over a clean rag so that she might wipe the blood off her hands; another brought her a cure potion. In front of her lay a dead Imperial vampire, its viscera on display and nothin...
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  • Story of a Breton Farm Girl from Cyrodiil, Ch.05, part 27

    ~ 30th of Hearth Fire, 4e201 Lydia chose to walk 'oblivion's path' with me. She doesn't know what she's saying but it seems housecarl is a duty that cannot be abandoned. I am both relieved by her presence and worried just the same. She distracts me from certain thoughts and forces me to engage the ...
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  • Story of a Breton Farm Girl from Cyrodiil, Ch.04, part 26

    29th of Hearth Fire, 4E201 There were clothes everywhere, dozens upon dozens of them. Shoes strewn about. Shoes lined up. Shoes thrown into dark recesses of the cave. Shirts, dresses, pants, gloves, and hats were scattered throughout the chamber. Numbingly, every one of them was neatly folded and s...
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  • Story of a Breton Farm Girl from Cyrodiil, Ch.04, part 25

    28th of Hearth Fire, 4E201 Alva sat in the darkest corner of Moorside Inn feeling rather piqued. Lurbuk, the tone-deaf bard, was scraping his lute nearby as a few guards were finishing their meals before returning to their rounds. The first, was no bother. The big Orc was dense and oblivious and oc...
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  • Story of a Breton Farm Girl from Cyrodiil, Ch.04, part 24

    28th of Hearth Fire, 4E201 Inside Folgunthur, Nephili stood before a giant wheel of stone, a last obstacle before the final chamber. An unusual keyhole in the shape of a depressed claw sat at its very center and surrounding it were three concentric rings, carved with ancient symbols. The obstacle h...
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  • Story of a Breton Farm Girl from Cyrodiil, Ch.04, part 23

    ~ 27th of Hearth Fire, 4e201 I have searched the Arcanaeum but no solution has presented itself. Two days have passed and the horrid urge holds me in its grip. I don't want this but I fear the coming madness even more. As I search for a better answer, I can only think to treat it as a kind of custo...
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  • Story of a Breton Farm Girl from Cyrodiil, Ch.03, part 22

    25th of Hearth Fire, 4E201 As soon as the Breton and the Nord had returned to the College, Nephili immediately made her way to the Arcanaeum, while Lydia fell into her bed, already asleep before feeling its embrace. Her Thane meanwhile buried herself in one book after another with an urgency that c...
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  • Story of a Breton Farm Girl from Cyrodiil, Ch.03, part 21

    3:01am, 25th of Hearth Fire, 4E201 She could feel them. Softly cosseted behind her lips. This isn't... it can't be... Erandur quickly walked over to help Nephili back on her feet. "It worked! Mara be praised! You vanished after drinking the Torpor and materialized on the other side. I have never se...
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  • Story of a Breton Farm Girl from Cyrodiil, Ch.03, part 20

    12:20am, 25th of Hearth Fire, 4E201 Erandur and Nephili entered the library and found a party of Orcs along with Vaermina's followers shaking off the dissipating Miasma. Spread out across the upper and lower levels of the library, the one's on the upper level awoke first and faced their enemies agai...
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  • Story of a Breton Farm Girl from Cyrodiil, Ch.03, part 19

    10:20pm, 24th of Hearth Fire, 4E201 Lydia was eating a late evening meal of stew and ale in the town of Dawnstar, a fishing and mining village situated between Morthal and Winterhold. Her Thane was working on the same but also listening intently to Erandur, a Priest of Mara who spoke of an imminent...
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  • Story of a Breton Farm Girl from Cyrodiil, Ch.03, part 18

    Chapter 3: The Night's Calling 19th of Hearth Fire, 4E201 Styrr, the Priest of Arkay, carefully opened the unexpected letter and read the first lines from his mistress. His hands shaking, the Priest set the missive down and thanked the gods for returning him into her good graces. After the disastrou...
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  • Story of a Breton Farm Girl from Cyrodiil, Ch.02, part 17

    30th of Last Seed, 4E201 Upon entering the College of Winterhold, the three travelers returning from Solitude found the place was abuzz with news of Yisra's death. She was now the fourth student to die since the 19th of Second Seed. Brelyna broke away to find her master and the housecarl entered t...
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  • Story of a Breton Farm Girl from Cyrodiil, Ch.02, part 16

    It was mid-day in Solitude and Nephili lay in bed, looking up at her hand and unable to sleep. She frowned at the calluses forming on her palm, the result of a bad habit of gripping her spells too tightly before releasing them. The Old Man and Tarerane would have chastised her if they could see her...
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  • Story of a Breton Farm Girl from Cyrodiil, Ch.02, part 15

    Lydia peered over the edge and observed a shadow stroll out of the first tower some three stories below. The light from a nearby brazier gently caressed its edges until a robed and hooded figure stood in its glow. The figure reached out to light a taper and drew flames into a pipe produced from som...
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  • Story of a Breton Farm Girl from Cyrodiil, Ch.02, part 14

    Nephili found herself eating her meal amongst four other apprentices in the dormitory the evening of her second day. Despite the bleak beginnings, Brelyna, the Dunmer Adept, had told the other students of what had happened in Saarthal and had suitably impressed them with the young Novice's quick th...
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  • Story of a Breton Farm Girl from Cyrodiil, Ch.02, part 13

    Chapter 2: The College of Mages 22nd of Last Seed, 4E201 Master Sergius Turrianus had watched the gathered students follow after Master Tolfdir to the Saarthal excavation. Standing within the colonade, the old enchanter fiddled with his amulet as if doing so would increase its warmth against the st...
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  • Story of a Breton Farm Girl from Cyrodiil, Ch.01, part 12

    The Argonian had arrived at the Bannered Mare in Whiterun just before the clouds released their cold, and languorous raindrops. He sat at the bar, his back to the room, quietly eating his supper and listening to the evening gossip around the fire pit. One among them was a rather interesting tale abo...
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  • Story of a Breton Farm Girl from Cyrodiil, Ch.01, part 11

    Nephili's mind was focused inward as she walked down the road, trying not to regret the decision she had made. From Cropsford to Bruma to Whiterun, those in power had unraveled and threatened her life or pulled her away from the one's she loved. The resulting fear and anger had festered inside in f...
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  • Story of a Breton Farm Girl from Cyrodiil, Ch.01, part 10

    A lone Argonian sat pretending to be in his cups at the Sleeping Giant Inn. A local bard idylly scratched his lute near the fire while the barkeep yawned in the back, keeping watch over the room. Sitting against the wall, the Argonian waited, listening for the footsteps that would come, waiting for...
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  • Story of a Breton Farm Girl from Cyrodiil, Ch.01, part 9

    Lydia stood under Gildergreen, it's empty branches casting late morning shadows into the plaza. The naked tree was a sacred symbol of the goddess Kynareth and along with the nearby statue of Talos, represented the heart of Whiterun and its people. A fortunate few enjoyed their leisure under it's br...
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  • Story of a Breton Farm Girl from Cyrodiil, Ch.01, part 8

    The sound of four hooves and turning wagon wheels slowly condensed into the ether. An ephemeral sense of 'being', weakly materialized thereafter. I have eyes. She opened them. Colors, in unrecognizable shapes filled the void. Where am I? Looking down, two shapes resolved into two hands. Looking up...
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  • Story of a Breton Farm Girl from Cyrodiil, Ch.01, part 7

    Chapter 1: Skyrim 14th of Last Seed, 4E201 The bitter wind clawed its way through their cloaks as the caravan trudged down the snowy mountain path. Four days of travel lay behind them from where they had crossed the border into Skyrim and somewhere perhaps a day ahead was a town called Ivarstead. T...
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  • Story of a Breton Farm Girl from Cyrodiil, Prologue, part 6

    Nephili followed Guard-Captain Jorundhr out of the keep and down past the Champion's Statue into the city below. The caldron's were being lit as night began to fall, and a lull fell over the streets with only a few passerby to break the quiet conversations between the evening homes. Once inside the ...
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  • Story of a Breton Farm Girl from Cyrodiil, Prologue, part 5

    The Aldmeri Officiate observed the two women entering the Great Hall and smiled inwardly. They acted the part of mistress and servant but he would see soon enough. Count Carvain, having made himself ready, sat reclined into his throne in that peculiar way common to the ruling class. A castle guard s...
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  • Story of a Breton Farm Girl from Cyrodiil, Prologue, part 4

    Tarerane watched her student, Nephili, walk out of the house on her errands. She turned aside and began to pace the floor, stopped herself and then chose to sit down on the stairs which she had just descended. Breathing in the air, she let out a long sigh, closed her eyes and wondered, What a fortun...
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  • Story of a Breton Farm Girl from Cyrodiil, Prologue, part 3

    The Aldmeri Officiate, had sat waiting for his audience with the Count since mid-day and his patients had become very thin. Far more important Nedic dignitaries had shown him better manners then this backwoods minor lord. No matter, all Men would eventually be dealt with in a manner commiserate to t...
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  • Story of a Breton Farm Girl from Cyrodiil, Prologue, part 2

    Three month's had passed since the Old Man had left Nephili in Bruma with the Altmer Crone. Her life had taken an interesting and decidely better turn after she had made her decision to leave Cropsford and follow after him. Despite the uncertainty, a moment of kindness that he had shown her as a chi...
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  • Story of a Breton Farm Girl from Cyrodiil, Prologue, part 1

    Prologue: A Breton Farmgirl 4th of Second Seed, 4E201 The wiry Old Man sat across from his once colleague and watched the wrinkled Altmer intently. Two cups of Nirnroot tea sat between them as tendrils of steam wafted into the evening air on a typical chilly night in Bruma. Nearby, a young Breton g...
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