One night in Bruma.
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+A through F › Elder Scrolls - Oblivion
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
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4,783
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2
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One night in Bruma.
Vivika, a Dunmer from the south walked in the brisk cold weather of Bruma. Her blue slate coloured skin stuck out in this place, if her snowy silver locks didn't do such a wonderful job already. Eyes the colour of raven's blood looked out up towards the castle that stood in amongest the little cottages. What a simple life she thought.
Snow had begun to fall on her shoulders, she hated the cold. This darkelf prefered to be in the warm confinds of her mansion in Anvil, the city by the sea. However the rain tended to fall there instead of snow.
Vivika was a rather wealthy theif to put things bluntly. She had spent the past year working her way up the infamous Theives guild and was here to take orders from the Grey Fox himself. She was very pleased with this promotion, very few people have ever seen him. Let alone received personal messages to be at his beck and call. She was early however, and decided to concure the cold weather with a tall glass of wine. By glass she really ment bottle.
She turn passed the temple and down the path towards the tavern. She lowered her impowering gaze when a Bruma guard passed. She didn't need to be recognized again... That's what screwed up her last trip to Cheydinhall. The gaurd took no notice and continued his patrol. Vivika being greatful ducked into the tavern and sat at the table in the back, naturally in the shadows. Getting her bottle of wine and tossing down 3 gold she began to drink ad observe the Nords. They were a simple folk, but to anger them would be a wonderful death sentence. Tall, strong and mighty people. They knew their weapons and their magic. She moved her long silver hair to the one side of her shoulders, pushing her hood up to hide her traits that were so exotic up here.
She hadn't seen one of her own kind up here yet. Hearing the last that passed threw here was a fake vampirehunter and had killed one of their townsfolk. Which had left a bad mark on her kind. She took another swig of her wine, thinking of the prosectution she'd suffered over the years. How dare they blame an entire race for one infidels crime.
It was at this moment she'd over heard the bartender and a Nordic woman talking. "Pity bout Arnora, having Jorundr taken to the dungeons for those thefts." the bartender said "Yes, Ive heard that shes locked herself up in her house overe it" the woman replied. How wonderful she thought, a thefts wife locking herself up, I winder what shes got in the house. Vivika, taking her bottle with her made her exit to find this, Arnora's house.
Snow had begun to fall on her shoulders, she hated the cold. This darkelf prefered to be in the warm confinds of her mansion in Anvil, the city by the sea. However the rain tended to fall there instead of snow.
Vivika was a rather wealthy theif to put things bluntly. She had spent the past year working her way up the infamous Theives guild and was here to take orders from the Grey Fox himself. She was very pleased with this promotion, very few people have ever seen him. Let alone received personal messages to be at his beck and call. She was early however, and decided to concure the cold weather with a tall glass of wine. By glass she really ment bottle.
She turn passed the temple and down the path towards the tavern. She lowered her impowering gaze when a Bruma guard passed. She didn't need to be recognized again... That's what screwed up her last trip to Cheydinhall. The gaurd took no notice and continued his patrol. Vivika being greatful ducked into the tavern and sat at the table in the back, naturally in the shadows. Getting her bottle of wine and tossing down 3 gold she began to drink ad observe the Nords. They were a simple folk, but to anger them would be a wonderful death sentence. Tall, strong and mighty people. They knew their weapons and their magic. She moved her long silver hair to the one side of her shoulders, pushing her hood up to hide her traits that were so exotic up here.
She hadn't seen one of her own kind up here yet. Hearing the last that passed threw here was a fake vampirehunter and had killed one of their townsfolk. Which had left a bad mark on her kind. She took another swig of her wine, thinking of the prosectution she'd suffered over the years. How dare they blame an entire race for one infidels crime.
It was at this moment she'd over heard the bartender and a Nordic woman talking. "Pity bout Arnora, having Jorundr taken to the dungeons for those thefts." the bartender said "Yes, Ive heard that shes locked herself up in her house overe it" the woman replied. How wonderful she thought, a thefts wife locking herself up, I winder what shes got in the house. Vivika, taking her bottle with her made her exit to find this, Arnora's house.