[OOC: So, if there are random items mentioned that don't sound canon, it's because they're not. and the horse thing I'm fudging slightly because you CAN get a horse into the grounds of the college. (Assuming the stupid thing doesn't kill you both by falling off the side of the bridge). Also, OC is NOT DB, and setting is arguably pre-game.]
Summary: A young mage realizes she's in over her head when given a task from the arch-mage, and enlists the help of Farkas.
She'd been horribly unprepared. Now, at the time of accepting the Arch-mage's quest, the young woman had felt confident enough. Though her specialty was restoration, Nathalia was a competent wielder of destruction, and the ignorant girl had believed a working knowledge would be suitable for the task at hand.
Nope.
As it turned out, using her magic under the watchful supervision and instruction of her teachers was not the same as practically using it in battle. Of course she'd learned this the hard way, between the bandits, the sabre cats, the Thalmor agents (who'd seemed convinced she was a priestess for Talos, for some reason...), the band of Forsworn she'd stumbled across... And then there'd been the incident when she'd accidentally placed herself between a bear cub and it's very angry mamma. And then her mare had nearly unseated her when they'd come across a pair of wolves. The silly thing despised dogs for all she was worth, and was prone to acting stupid when confronted.
The only reason she was still alive after all of that was thanks to her horse; the piebald mare had a keen eye for threats and a strong flight instinct, which Nathalia had used to her advantage. At least until she learned to use her magic practically. The only time, outside of the college, she'd ever had to actually defend herself had been an exploration in a ruin, which one room had been glanced over when there was in fact a Draugr no one had noticed.
Still though, there'd been three students and the teacher, so needless to say the threat hadn't been too real.
But this? Well, Nathalia was finally getting what she wanted - a taste of the real world- and it sucked. Having lived within the confines of those walls since she was just a baby, to say she'd been sheltered would be the mother of understatements. But she couldn't -wouldn't go back. Nope. She did, however, need a game plan. While many of the items she needed retrieving, (and the behaviors she needed to study), she could either buy or otherwise freely obtain, some of them she was going to have to fight for. And she was going to need help. Thankfully, the Arch-mage had realized this, and gave her a good sum to use as needed.
So that was how she'd ended up in front of Jorrvaskr. Might as well go straight to the best, and all that, right? Nathalia really didn't want to gamble with a questionable sell sword when her life was pretty much hanging the balance of her choice in companion. Hesitating at the door, the young woman bounced around on her heels slightly, nerves gnawing at her slowly. There really wasn't anything to prepare her for what was going to happen, so Nathalia took a deep breath before opening the door.
Whatever she'd been expecting, it wasn't... A meadhall. By the Nine, it looked as if there'd been a wild party the night before. Hesitation crept up on her again, doubt slowly entering her mind.
"And what brings you to the hall of the Companions?"
A male voice spoke behind her, and though his words were innocent enough, they were enough to shatter the skittish mage's nerves.
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timeasmymeasure
Before the Dawn 1/?
Date: 2013-02-07 07:59 pm (UTC)Tags: Nord, Imperial, Farkas, incomplete, OC (?), mage, companion, werewolf, het.
Summary: A young mage realizes she's in over her head when given a task from the arch-mage, and enlists the help of Farkas.
She'd been horribly unprepared. Now, at the time of accepting the Arch-mage's quest, the young woman had felt confident enough. Though her specialty was restoration, Nathalia was a competent wielder of destruction, and the ignorant girl had believed a working knowledge would be suitable for the task at hand.
Nope.
As it turned out, using her magic under the watchful supervision and instruction of her teachers was not the same as practically using it in battle. Of course she'd learned this the hard way, between the bandits, the sabre cats, the Thalmor agents (who'd seemed convinced she was a priestess for Talos, for some reason...), the band of Forsworn she'd stumbled across... And then there'd been the incident when she'd accidentally placed herself between a bear cub and it's very angry mamma. And then her mare had nearly unseated her when they'd come across a pair of wolves. The silly thing despised dogs for all she was worth, and was prone to acting stupid when confronted.
The only reason she was still alive after all of that was thanks to her horse; the piebald mare had a keen eye for threats and a strong flight instinct, which Nathalia had used to her advantage. At least until she learned to use her magic practically. The only time, outside of the college, she'd ever had to actually defend herself had been an exploration in a ruin, which one room had been glanced over when there was in fact a Draugr no one had noticed.
Still though, there'd been three students and the teacher, so needless to say the threat hadn't been too real.
But this? Well, Nathalia was finally getting what she wanted - a taste of the real world- and it sucked. Having lived within the confines of those walls since she was just a baby, to say she'd been sheltered would be the mother of understatements. But she couldn't -wouldn't go back. Nope. She did, however, need a game plan. While many of the items she needed retrieving, (and the behaviors she needed to study), she could either buy or otherwise freely obtain, some of them she was going to have to fight for. And she was going to need help. Thankfully, the Arch-mage had realized this, and gave her a good sum to use as needed.
So that was how she'd ended up in front of Jorrvaskr. Might as well go straight to the best, and all that, right? Nathalia really didn't want to gamble with a questionable sell sword when her life was pretty much hanging the balance of her choice in companion. Hesitating at the door, the young woman bounced around on her heels slightly, nerves gnawing at her slowly. There really wasn't anything to prepare her for what was going to happen, so Nathalia took a deep breath before opening the door.
Whatever she'd been expecting, it wasn't... A meadhall. By the Nine, it looked as if there'd been a wild party the night before. Hesitation crept up on her again, doubt slowly entering her mind.
"And what brings you to the hall of the Companions?"
A male voice spoke behind her, and though his words were innocent enough, they were enough to shatter the skittish mage's nerves.