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Daughter of the Reach 3d/3
Date: 2013-08-02 08:37 pm (UTC)“Niamh.” He growled her name and she wanted to roll her eyes and send him on his way.
“I am a stranger to you; do not pretend to be so concerned.” She tried to wave her hand to motion him away but it felt incredibly weak, and when he took her hand in his and began the motions of picking her up from her heap on the floor, Niamh almost felt bad for not bothering to remember his name.
“I forced you to come here and despite your protests you came.” He told her, tucking her into his chest as she gave up and let her body roll towards his.
“I just need to sleep.” She told him, her words were getting muggy, something far away in the back of her mind was screaming at her not to sleep, that something was terribly wrong.
“You’re bleeding.” He muttered, setting her down again and gently running his gloved hand over her thigh, making her grin.
“Now’s not the time for that.”
“What?” He looked confused then pulled the torn pack from her hip, the hide was ripped and soaking where little glass bottles shattered when he had thrown her out of her assailants way.
All those little glass bottles of poisons.
Oh.
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The next one will be about alchemy, encase it wasn't clear! Glad you all seem to be enjoying them!
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Date: 2014-04-13 08:31 am (UTC)Oh gods, he’d poisoned her.
Niamh’s giggly behaviour disappeared when the fresh air hit her. In his panic, Vilkas carried her towards the first exit he could find, only to realise he’d taken her further from civilisation and to the wrong side of the Falkreath lake.
“What sort of fool leaves poison in such fragile vials?” He growled, “And where is your armour?” A sickly sweat began to weep from her skin and Vilkas began to make his way down to the water’s edge, carefully cradling her limp body in his arms
He’d been an absolute fool to take her into the Barrow wearing only a few scraps of clothing and he cursed at himself for not insisting she at least wear leathers. It had been stupid to assume that she could look after herself, this little girl who relied too much on magic and had no endurance what so ever. She was not a werewolf like Aela, or even a warrior like Ria or Njada. Had she been a whelp, fresh faced and new to the Companions, he’d have never let her out of Jorrvaskr until he was certain she could at least handle a blade. Vilkas wasn’t even sure if she’d even held a weapon.
“You know, a sword would be a kinder death.” She coughed and shrugged out of his arms as he began to lie her down next to one of the pines by the lake.
“I did not mean…. This was an accident.” How could he even apologise? He’d thrown her onto a bag of poison, there were still glass shards in her leg, he could smell the infected blood pooling around the wound and dripping onto the grass. “Do you know what can cure it?” He asked, feeling desperate. “Anything.”
“I’d ask for the beast blood,” She said, and his blood ran cold. “But I don’t like hunting.” Niamh cracked a smile as her skin bleached to an ashen grey and she doubled over.
“That’s not funny.” He said quietly, not wanting to have to face that sort of consequence. “The curse is not something you give to a child lightly.”
“How old do you think I am?” She asked, her eyes narrowing before she winced and clutched at her stomach, rolling onto her side so she could curl into a ball. “And you were not so stupid as to destroy my antidotes, I will be fine.”
“You do not look it.” He hovered around her. Her skin remained slick with sweat and her fingers trembled as she fumbled about with another, smaller pouch that she’d somehow hidden within the furs of her loin cloth. Vilkas’ eyes followed her hands, and he quickly averted his gaze when the tanned skin of her inner thigh became exposed.
“Says the man who thinks I am a child.” With a great shuddering heave, Niamh pulled herself up into a sitting position and didn’t seem to notice the blood that ran down her leg and stained her skin and furs. “Have you what we were looking for?”
It took a moment for Vilkas to realise what she was talking about, and his gut twisted when he realised that in his panic he’d forgotten all about it. “I…”
Niamh rolled her eyes and slumped back into the pine she was resting against. “You stupid fool.”
“Says the woman who walks naked into a fight! Had you been wearing proper armour-“
“Proper armour?” She raised an eyebrow at him and began to fiddle with the cork of a little bottle she’d pulled from the pouch.
“Iron, Steel, gods! Even Leather would be better than the undergarments you’ve been running about in!” Vilkas motioned to his own finely made suit and she tilted her head to one side, as though trying to understand.
“What are undergarments?”
Vilkas’ eyes wandered to her hips at the implication before he caught himself and felt the blood run to his face. The blank look on her face was too innocuous for her to be teasing him he decided, but the anger that the wolf had been fanning before now vanished. “Truly woman? You do not know what taxes are or undergarments?”
His words were meant to make her defensive, but she simply shrugged and handed him the vial that she had been fiddling with. “Do not tell me then, open that.”
“What is it?” He asked, pulling the cork off easily and smelling it. Honey and thistle pollen made his nose twitch and he handed it back to her.
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Date: 2014-04-13 08:32 am (UTC)“I am not staring at you with any look.” He stood up and looked over at the mountain they’d just come from. “If you’re healed then let’s go.”
“You go, I’ll stay here and sleep for a bit.” She yawned and began to pull out the remaining shards of glass from her thigh, little white sparks of light illuminating her skin where the magic healed the bloody wound.
“Sleep?” He refused to look in her direction, instead making a point to glance at the blue, starless sky.
“I am recovering from being poisoned, and you do not need me anymore, go get the tablet thing yourself.”
She was right, Vilkas could smell that she was not fully recovered, her heart still raced and the film of sweat upon her skin still smelt too sweet to be healthy. “Once we are in Whiterun, I will have the priestesses at the Temple see to you.” He promised. “Danica is a master healer, you’ll be better in no time.”
“I’ll be better with some sleep. Leave me.”
He could feel his temper beginning to flare, snagging at his waning patience that was still disturbed by guilt that gnawed at him. “You’re a sick young woman, there are bears in this forest.”
“Pfft.” She shuffled onto her side and continued with picking out the glass shards, apparently unconcerned. “I’ll be fine.”
“No. You won’t.” Without warning her he turned and picked her up, heaving her over his shoulder and trying not to knock her injured leg in the process. Niamh let out a shriek and smacked his back with the flat of her hand.
“Put me down!”
She’d have set him on fire if she was well, Vilkas supposed. Knowing that all she had managed was a weak slap to his armour and an indignant kick to his well-protected gut confirmed to him that she was still sick.
“I’ll put you down once we’ve climbed back up to the Tablet.” He said, shrugging his shoulder to jostle her. She yelped and grabbed a hold of what she was able to on the smooth contours of his armour.
“By the gods if you don’t put me down I swear I will set fire to your hair!”
“You’d have done it already if you were going to.” He guessed, figuring she was not the type to welcome a fall from where they were currently at, clinging to the rocks at the side of the mountain.
Niamh hissed at him, giving him another feeble kick to the gut before slumping into a sulk. Vilkas rolled his eyes and continued to make his way back up to the exit of the barrow. Once she had stopped struggling, the journey was infinitely easier, with Vilkas now able to use both his hands she balanced on his shoulder.
“Are we not there yet?” She asked him, tapping her nails against his armour and made his ears twitch.
“Don’t even think about starting that.” He grumbled, reaching for the last ledge before pulling them up onto the ledge. “But yes, we are.”
“About time.” She said, trying to slip off his shoulder so she could stand upon the ledge.
Mistaking her squirms for her to be falling, Vilkas reached to grab her and lost his grip on the ledge. With a yell, he felt himself falling, the cool wind rushing past him with a dizzying speed as he fell through the air onto the rocks below.
“You stupid oaf!”
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It was growing dark, and the stormy silence between the Companion and the half-naked girl he travelled with was obvious to all as they entered the Sleeping Giant Inn. His armour was battered, with a large dint in the side that no smithed weapon could have caused.
“What kind of mage are you, to not know how to heal someone?” He grumbled, shutting the door behind her as she sloped in, scowling at him blackly.
“Heal yourself you clumsy Mas.”
“What?” He glanced at her, not catching the last word.
“Nothing.” She slipped behind him and glowered at any curious local that stared at the curious picture they made. “If you’d not been such a fool in the first place we’d never have had to go back in.”
“I saved your life and this is the gratitude I get?”
“Duin do ghob, I didn’t want to go in the first place!”
“What language is that?” He asked her, finally reaching the Innkeeper and pulling out his coin purse.
Niamh shut her mouth in response, and refused to look at him as she crossed her arms.
Daughter of the Reach 4c/4
Date: 2014-04-13 08:35 am (UTC)“Yes, one for me and my wife.” He pulled her to him and smiled the best he could, pinching her as she opened her mouth to complain.
“We don’t have a double room, but I hope you’ll find it comfortable all the same.” Replied the Keep, leading them to a small but comfortable room and leaving them in peace.
“Wife?” Niamh punched his arm and wincing as her hand hit the steel.
“I’ll not have him thinking I’m spending the night with some common harlot-“
“Harlot!”
“You were barely dressed at the beginning of our quest.” He motioned to her tattered loincloth and she scowled, pulling the scrap of cloth further over her legs. “The companions have a reputation to maintain.”
“So do I, and I am no man’s wife.”
Vilkas sighed and turned away, beginning to unbuckle his armour and idly wondering what sort of man could ever be her husband. “Of that I have no doubt.”
She huffed again, falling onto the bed and sitting up against the wall as she glared at him. “I’m leaving tonight.”
“We’re almost at Whiterun.” He said, pulling off his breastplate and examining the worst of the damage.
“You can just go the rest of the way then.”
“Don’t you want your reward?” He asked her, remembering how she’d tried to hide her obvious pilfering of the drauger he’d killed in the Barrow.
Silence fell between them and Vilkas glanced over at her, a familiar look of greed flashed over her face as she considered his words.
“How much will this reward be?” She said eventually, confirming his inclination.
“Good, given that it is from the Jarl.” His breastplate would need repairing once they got back to Whiterun, though from what he could tell, his greaves, boots and gauntlets were relatively unscathed.
“And you are not lying to me?” She sat up on the bed, swinging her legs over the bed. “It will be a great reward for our deeds?”
“A small fortune.” He nodded, then wondered what she would take from that.
“I see.” She paused, considering his words as he checked his great sword for any marks and cleaned the residual grime from the day’s events.
Niamh moved from the bed and began to pace the tiny room. Vilkas pretended not to notice as she glanced at him, scrutinising him for any trace of a lie.
After a while, she sat down next to him, disregarding his personal space and he instinctively moved away from her as he polished his boots. She moved closer, eyes narrowed as she stared at his face for any trace of emotion.
“Very well.” She said, and the wolf began to stir, not liking her closeness knowing her affinity with fire. “But if you are lying, I will cut your throat and bleed you dry.”
On that, he did not doubt her.
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So its been what? 6 months since I last updated this? Sorry! That 2 week gap ended up not being enough as I got a new job and life became incredibly busy! Fingers crossed I can start updating this more regularly again. :)
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Date: 2014-05-05 04:20 pm (UTC)“You said there would be a reward.” Niamh glared up at the Nord who had plagued her for the past few days. He was flushed, the result of jogging to the watchtower in a full set of metal armour.
“We are on our way to kill a dragon, Niamh. The reward will be after.”
“More like we will all die trying.” She muttered, ignoring him when he asked her to repeat what she said. The stupid Nord, Vilkas, as she heard the Dunmer call him, hadn’t been at Helgen. He’d not seen the monster as she had. The flames, screaming and arid stink of burning flesh had haunted her dreams since that day, and reminded her of some of the worse memories of her childhood.
“This is not a glory mission Companion.” Called one of the Guards as they stopped just short of the burning, ruined tower before them. “Gods, what could have caused such a thing?”
“You haven’t seen Helgen.” She said, glancing at the Dunmer who was speaking. “It was worse.”
She didn’t see the guard’s reaction to her words, nor did she particularly care. Her stomach was churning, remembering the carnage and terror of that previous day and cursing at how exposed the tower was.
Still… Vilkas had promised a reward to her, one of a small fortune. If everything went wrong here, Niamh had no doubt in her mind that she could survive again, and find somewhere else to find gold.
A roar, inhumane and of such a sound that it made the earth shake, blasted through them and caused them to look about the skies above them. In the tower itself, a badly injured man with a charred shield cried about their predicament in a manner much more suitable to Niamh’s memories of Helgen.
The meagre group of guardsman, the Nord and herself made it to the tower, staring up at the cloudless sky in disbelief as a reptiled beast flew over towards them. It screamed again, twisting its body about as it dived towards them. Words that made no sense poured out of its mouth with the flames that killed one unfortunate soul unlucky enough to be in its path.
The Dunmer shouted orders but Niamh ignored them all. The tower, even in its ruined state, would still be the safest place to hide during the flamed assault. Her hides, despite the enchantments she’d played around with, would be poor protection against the fire that poured from their foe’s maw.
Inside there were more men, all groaning in agony with their various injuries.
‘No healing magics’ She thought, tsking as she glanced at them whilst running for the stairs. There was no sense to be had when it came to Nords and magic.
No time to think though, the dragon could be heard swooshing past the tower. It earned a cry from the Nords below, and the twock of an arrow being released from its bow. Spooling magic into her hand, Niamh dripped into Oblivion and called out to a fire atronach. Pulling it through to their realm was easy and the living flame sprung to life at the top of the fire.
‘The dragon.’ She thought, willing the daedric creature to attack it. The thing would prove to be a good distraction, allowing her to prepare a decent defence against it.
Daughter of the Reach 5b/5
Date: 2014-05-05 04:25 pm (UTC)As she had grown older, and the tricks became useful in proper hunting, Niamh had brought her sparks to other creatures. Watching a deer stumble in time for a pursuer to kill it, getting the cut somewhere so that it would die quickly, and not spoil the meat. Her childhood games were honed so that she could find the tendon, reach out at those delicate spots and do no more than tickle whatever thing – animal or Nord – that they had chosen to prey upon.
The dragon was no different, she supposed as sparks pooled into her hands and she let it linger. This awful monster with its screaming cries and fire that poured from its lips was nothing compared to a sabre cat biting into a leg, ready to tear it from her hip, nothing compared to fire and smoke and the so called Reach Leader coming to destroy them all with his armies. Dragons were no more than birds with wings. Wings that could be made to twitch.
Niamh flung her sparks towards the Dragon, thanking all the gods that they aimed true and hit it between wing and body. The beast dropped from the sky, screaming in outrage as it ran along the ground creating great waves of dirt and rock in its path.
Seeing an opportunity, the Nords cried out in a rallying call and flung themselves on the injured monster. It was only right, Niamh supposed, that they do so. It had had killed their comrades and she had no particular interest in the final blow.
With a leap that nobody saw, Niamh jumped down the tower and hit the ground rolling. It had been a stupid thing to do, and left her momentarily dazed before the restoration magics kicked in and brought her body back to her control. When she stood up, shaking slightly from the impact of the ground, the beast had focused its attention solely on her, looking upon her with an expression she could not fathom.
“Dovahkin? NEI!”
Mirmulnir
The named washed through her and her skin caught alight with sensation. Gods she was alive! Light whipped through the air, pouring into her and unlocking the secret area that the Hagravens had longed for her to access. Energy flooded through her limbs and she wanted to scream and dance through the sky, touch the mountain tops and let the world hear her-
As soon as it was given to her, the sensation stopped.
With the foolish feeling that often lingered after a night of drinking, her attention was finally drawn to those around her.
The Dunmar, Nords, and Vilkas all stood there, mouths agape and covered in soot and grime from the fight.
“She’s dragonborn.” One of the guards started, and they quickly got into an argument with each other over what that was.
Vilkas was staring at her, making her feel awkward. Niamh felt her spine stiffen as he scrutinised her, his grey eyes narrowed and mouth pursed whilst he considered what she now was.
“Stop that at once Nord.” She snapped at him and he blinked himself out of a trance.
“Did you know?” He asked, quiet so that the others did not hear them.
Before she could answer, one of the Nord guards had turned his attention to her. “See if you can shout.” He told her, before dismissing his superior for not being a Nord.
‘Like this is just a Nord thing’ Niamh scorned as she drew breath into her lungs.
FUS
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Date: 2014-05-05 04:31 pm (UTC)In the back of her mind, something niggled and itched, trying to remind her that it wasn’t quite what it should be. More tricks and questions she supposed.
FUS
She repeated, trying to find that missing piece. As the guards stumbled again and Vilkas cried at her to stop it, Niamh ignored them and raked her fingers through her hair. The action did little to massage what was there out in the open and she huffed in frustration.
FUS
“Niamh by the gods will you stop that!” Vilkas shouted out and shook her roughly, breaking her out of her thoughts. She scowled at him and pulled a face, opening her mouth to SHOUT the word again.
A gloved hand covered her mouth and she coughed in surprise.
“Stop.” He repeated, taking his hand away from her face. “Or at least turn the other way.”
“Bah.” She blushed, not wanting to admit that she had forgotten about them in her thoughts. “You Nords are all so sensitive.”
“We should get back to the Jarl to collect your reward.” Vilkas told her, his voice still quiet so that they others did not listen.
“What else would you have me do?” Niamh eyeballed him, seeing from the guilty expression that flashed across his face when she spoke that he did not intend to leave her then.
“I’d like you to speak to Kodlak, my… He is a great warrior, and very wise, he’ll know what to do about your Thu’um.”
“Thu’um.” Niamh tested the word out. It sounded nice, not a Nord word but one that reminded her of the dragons shouting in the skies. “What would your master know of shouting and dragons?”
“Before he joined the companions, Kodlak-“
FUS
“Niamh!”
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I'm blown away by the response from you guys! I'm so happy that you all enjoyed the last chapter so much. I'll try to update it more often if I can, it can take me a while though since I work full time and don't always get the chance to sit down at write.
Just as a heads up! I'm not just using Irish, I'll be using Scots, Welsh and even Cornish for the phrases that Niamh speaks, that way I get to make you all cringe at my poor use of the languages :)
See you soon!
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