I_am_Wake
Legend
With my last playthrough dead from mod overdose, I started yet another playthrough. I can't get enough of playing Skyrim, I never do all I want to do in a playthrough before I am forced to stop for one reason or another. With this one, I decided I want to use the same character from my Shattered alternate reality, but change her appearance to less post-apocalpytic and more in line with Skyrim's main themes. So here we go!
Day in, day out, another drink Ambarys.
Since the Red Mountain blew my home to ash and nothing, I've been living here where we all fled... welcomed by the last High King before he was murdered by the maniac running this very city. A slum, the Gray Quarter, my home. Working for mere septims a day with odd jobs around the city to get by. It isn't enough.
My name is Elreyna Hlaalu.
Yes, that Hlaalu... not that I am old enough to remember it as one of the Great Houses of Morrowind before it was taken apart.
I live here in Windhelm, where the Nords are...
More than blatantly racist.
I need to get out of here.
But without any gold, that dream is dead in the water.
No risk; no gain. This isn't a life worth living. Its either danger to survive or no life at all.
There are some dangerous jobs beyond these walls.
I am not a master wizard.
No Telvanni.
I am only just learning the basics of spells.
It has to be enough to get me through these jobs.
With the little gold I can spare to get the first horse for sale at the stables, I buy some spelltomes to study.
The Court Wizard is at least quite amicable, if not a blatant scholar disinterested in mortal affairs. Like a Telvanni, but a Nord.
Soon I will be out of here.