Chapitre 4: A Warrior, A Knight and A Thief
The sound of galloping drifted between the trees, breaking the silence of night. Two moons lit the sky as the howls of wolves echoed. Normally, no one would ride in such a way, yet the riders seem to be left with little choice.
They seemed to be in a hurry, but all of a sudden, they came to a halt. One of the riders, clad in armor and was armed with an unusual blade. He jumped from his horse, and began his search for something.
Finally, he fixed his gaze on some stone formation that were put together in an unusual shape… it's clearly someone's doing. He moved the rubble to find a stone with some carving on its base.
"Lady Hilda, we found a mark, just a little bit to the east." the man shares his discovery to the other rider, a woman with a large hood. She moves her gaze to the man and nodded.
"Then let's hurry, Brother Fultheim. We don't have much time before sunrise." she spoke with a voice which is young, yet dignified and noble.
The man called Fultheim nodded his head and jumped back on his horse; he wore a grim expression, yet he never showed it to the lady.
After a little while, they arrived to a big lake. Searching the area, they found another stone formation. Fultheim rode to it, then turned towards Lady Hilda. He nodded to her to confirm that this is the place they were after.
Hilda rode nearer to the stone formation, and took out something from her saddle's bag… it was a money purse made of a golden fabric, then she threw it in the middle of the stone formation.
Just before it hits the ground, something happened, and it started to float in midair... then it disappeared. Fultheim, who was already in high alert, griped the hilt of his sword in preparation. Suddenly, a hoarse voice came from behind, and Fultheim turned hurriedly and unsheathed his sword. But then Hilda rose her hand to signal Fultheim to stop, barley moving her blue eyes.
She had anticipated this meeting, thus she was not in full alert.
"Who calls for the guild?" a man in a black leather outfit and a hood comes from the shadow holding no weapon. His presence however, is that of a shadow, mysterious but yet cable of anything.
Hilda took off her hood revealing her appearance. Under the light of the moons, her beauty had capitated the atmosphere… her crimson hair fluttered with the wind, her eyes were deep and blue as the ocean, and the freckles dotted across her face. Her height was quite admirable, giving off the feeling of nobility and honor.
"It has been a while, Delvin." her voice had a Nordic accent. The man in shadow, now revealed as Delvin, widen his eyes in amazement at her refine beauty… he sighed, then he looks to the stone formation.
"Tonilia, go back first." Delvin issued his command to his subordinate, a few moments later, steps can be heard heading away.
Fultheim immediately turned towards Hilda in a questioning gaze, not understanding why would they converse with the scum from Thieves Guild in the first place.
"Thieves? Lady Hilda, what is going on?"
Hilda ignored Fultheim's question and looked at Delvin. Delvin stared back, looking into the depths of her eyes… if he had to describe them, he would say that it is impossible to not drown yourself in them.
And thus, he was the first to avert eye contact. After a deep sigh, he looked at her again.
"I heard the news that Hammerfell is signing a treaty with the Aldmeri Dominion a year ago… I thought you would come right away." Delvin questioned with a sad expression.
"I was delayed, and it was better to take a detour through the Empire." Hilda replied with a soft voice.
"I thought you couldn't make it… Anyways, back to the usual. How can I serve Lady Fire-Mane?" Although Delvin showed his concern, he knew that Hilda did not come to converse, but to talk business. Thus his attitude had switched back to fit the business persona.
"We need a passage into Riften." her request was clear and precise, but yet Delvin turned his head side to side.
"You can't, it's crawling with Thalmor agents."
"But the Jarl..."
"No matter how sympathetic the Jarl is towards Ulfric, with a large sum of gold, she can be bought. In Dagon's name, even her steward is a high elf."
"Can't we go through the fishery? Or there any other secret way to the Ratway?"
"Answer's no. Only the guild members have an understanding with the guards."
"I'll pay whatev—"
"Listen! Whatever you offer, the Thalmor offered twice the bribes. Usually, I would help you guys out, but the Guild has been through some bad luck recently… we have been at setbacks many times. I can't afford any to damage the Guild… it's bad for business, and bad overall. I'm sorry, truly."
After Delvin gave his explanation, Hilda nodded in understanding. Still, the uneasiness in her heart made her face crumble.
"You can still smuggle back something small, right?" she asked. The look in her eyes, the tone of her voice, the seriousness of her expressions made the cold weather of Skyrim even colder.
"...Yeah." Delvin replied.
Hilda's expression easied down when Delvin agreed to her request. She moved her arms, pushing the black heavy cloak covering her body.
When she revealed the infant in her hands, Delvin gasped in surprise and gave a wry smile.
"So that's why you were delayed."
Hilda got down from her horse slowly and approached Delvin.
Fultheim, who had his right hand away from his blade a while ago, jumped from his horse and followed after Hilda. Seeing her approach Delvin, he unconsciously held the scabbard with his left hand and narrowing his eyes, glaring daggers at Delvin.
"This is my son, Jonnhild." Hilda spoke with resolute, nobody noticed her throat getting a bit shrugged "Take him with you. Please."
"W-What?!" Delvin and Fultheim cried in unison, as Delvin's shock betrayed his expression and became clear on his face. Fultheim, on the other hand, as he was walking to Hilda's side, misstepped and was about fall.
"What are you saying, Lady Hilda?! That's unthinkable! That's the commander's and your son, and you entrust him to a thief?!" Fultheim was at his wit's end, as he couldn't keep up anymore. Hilda on the other hand, had a stiff look on her face.
"...Why?" Delvin was bewildered. Why would this woman ask him such a thing? He's a thief, a criminal, part of the Ratway's scum… Yet, he was being entrusted with what most people would protect the most.
"I don't have enough supplies to feed him anymore… I can't go into Riften, but you can. Riften has an orphanage, make sure he is taken care of, keep an eye on him, until I come back for him." Hilda words were heavy on her heart, yet she found the courage to say them.
Delvin was silent; as a professional thief, he had to make rapid decisions in situations like this one.
Fultheim was grumbling in a heavy mood while looking down. His commander's wife was handing over her son to a thief… but yet he couldn't say a word. Why? Because the moment Hilda said that she could not provide the infant anymore, he understood that it was for the best that the infant must be given to someone as capable, although he is a thief, to ensure the baby's survival. Fultheim could not protect the child, he was unable to.
If they go with the child, his fate is either death from hunger or death under a Thalmor blade. It was just too bitter…
Fultheim hated the great war, he hated the Thalmor, he hated the Empire that betrayed them. His hatred was to the point of murder… he just wanted to kill them like he did 6 years ago in The Battle of Red Ring, where he killed a 100 elves in a single raid.
While Fultheim was in his dire state of mind, Delvin's voice sounded as firm as Hilda's. "If it's for the sake of Lord Jonnrad's son, then it's finally my time to pay the old debt. I'll never fail, even if it costs me my hide."
He took the child from the Lady, and looked at the boy. He was a bit similar to his mother, same eye color but his hair was auburn, darker than hers. His pale skin was a Nord feature, and even in this cold, the boy was sleeping peacefully. Delvin, who was a Breton, was shivering while this child was taking it easy.
'Nords...' he sighed in his mind while looking back to Hilda, who's emotions betrayed her and looked at her son with sad expressions.
She turned her back suddenly, startling Delvin. When she gets to her horse, she took a huge battleaxe and a fur knapsack, then she took out a journal and handed it to Delvin. "This is my note, give it to him when he is strong enough. I want him to be strong for the fight ahead, never teach him of his ancestry or the name 'Fire-Mane', his name will be only 'Jon' and make up a solid story, you understand?"
"Yes." Delvin nodded.
Hilda turned but then she turned her head saying, "And you know the price of failing me?"
Delvin gulped his saliva before nodding with a meek expression.
"Let's go Brother Fultheim." Hilda jumped nimbly on her horse.
Following her, Fultheim rode his horse and galloped behind her.
Leaving Delvin alone with a child in his arms he was so bewildered at how this meeting ended.
"Stay safe my lady!" he whispered and went back into darkness.
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Riding on the travelers' road Hilda and Fultheim were slowing down their horses.
"So... they finally caught us." Hilda shows a wild grin that of a beast, "let's see how much will you bring down this time old man." She said as she waved her battleaxe.
"Let's not." Fultheim said, he took her horse's reins and looked at her, "Don't die today, Lady Hilda. I'll take the horses and ride opposite to Riften, you run south then few days later head north to Windhelm."
"What are you saying—" Hilda wanted to refute but she was interrupted.
"Let's meet at Windhelm." Fultheim has already made his mind.
Hilda expressions changed to that of a sad look, then she smiled and nodded to the man. Like the wind, she took her battleaxe and knapsack disappearing south into the forest.
Fultheim smiled, turned the horses and his killing intent felled the air, "Now it's you and me you filthy elves".
(Chapter has been edited by Josue561)
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Chapitre 5: Why is it Leaking?
The night in Riften carries many dangers, as ruffians and degenerates roamed the alleys. On the surface, it was a quiet and calm city… but thieves lurked in the darkness, meanwhile the guards snooze in their posts. Near to Mistveil Keep, the castle where the Jarl lives, there was a two-story wooden building, commonly known as 'Honorhall Orphanage'.
A figure emerged out of the darkness, barely seen due to the lantern on the front door. Delvin was about to knock on the door, but then he stopped, hesitating for a second. This was an orphanage after all, so it was not that common for him to come near this place. And also there is another problem.
To register a child in the orphanage, one needs to meet with the 'Headmistress'. The headmistress was someone very familiar with Delvin, and she also was a Dunmer (Dark Elf) called 'Nurina'.
Nurina was a very beautiful woman with grey skin and crimson eyes. Dunmers are not a strange sight to see in Riften, after all, their home 'Morrowind' was on the eastern borders of Riften.
The Red Mountain erupted in the fifth year of the Fourth Era (4E-5), leaving many Dunmers with little choice but to find refuge in Skyrim, or other parts of Tamriel.
[A/N: 4E stands for '4th Era', 5 is year 5]
Delvin knocked on the door, expecting to see the beautiful dark elf greeting him.
Footsteps could be heard from the other side and the wooden door opened slowly.
Delvin, who gave his back to the door turned around with a friendly face, only to have his expressions turn sour.
'…Right, I forgot about this old hag.'
The one who opened the door was Nurina's assistant, Grelod, an unfriendly woman who glares at everything and everyone; even the stones on the road's side has their share of her glares. Her nickname, 'Grelod the Kind', is quite ironic, since she treats the children with severe discipline, and punishments if they disobey her orders.
"Who in Oblivion is dropping off another brat at this hour? I— M-Malory?" although surprised by the unusual visit, Grelod was looking at the figure in front of her with scorn and more hostility than her usual glares.
"Where is the headmistress?" Delvin asked with discomfort. He rather not let her lay a finger on the infant he was carrying.
"What is your business with the headmistress?" Grelod insisted to ask. It was a surprise that Grelod had not attempted to call the guards, unlike any other sane person would do if they encountered a professional thief. Perhaps, she thought her nasty attitude and that glare of hers would suffice in dealing with thugs like Delvin.
Unfortunately for her, Delvin is one of the Guild Masters for a reason. Even though he is a thief, he had the aura of a killer. His eyes turned cold, and he moved his left hand to his back. A second later Grelod could hear a dagger being unsheathed.
"I don't have time to deal with a hagraven right now. Stand aside, and let me speak with the Headmistress. Or else, I might have to start an extermination." intimidation is one of the most powerful instruments that thief can have on his or her arsenal. With a rough, fearless tone and enough willpower, even merchants would yield to it.
She hurriedly took a step back, sucking her teeth in utter defeat; of course, she could have called the guards, and then Delvin had to make a run for it, but it would ruin her reputation. Although his intimidation wasn't completely effective, it had done its job. She would rather let him do whatever he pleased, as long it doesn't affect her or the children, strangely enough, then to be a laughing stock for the rest of her days. She nodded, and closed the door.
A minute later the door was opened again, this time, another woman appeared. She was so beautiful that she could steal the moonlight with her radiance. She had pointy long ears and dark violet lips. Her nose was thin and very fitting for her face. Her body was slim, and the size of her breasts and the curves of her waist were impressive. What stood out the most, however, was her crimson beautiful eyes and her arched brows.
Delvin barely held himself from changing his expressions… she was a woman that could ruin a nation.
"No wonder Grelod is a feisty old bitch. Many children would rather have this fine beauty take care of them, rather than a hag." he mentally noted.
The woman looked at Delvin with a friendly smile.
"What brings you in this hour, Mister Malory?"
"A favor... I came for a favor. Not for the guild, but for me."
"Fufu, I knew you would come to ask for another favor one day, Delvin." her prowess, her fine beauty, and her gentle confidence were indeed dangerous. Although she was just teasing, her seduction can even make a Guild Master sweat.
The woman stepped outside the entrance and closed the door behind her.
"...What is it?" she asked.
Delvin looked to space beside the orphanage and nodded, a second later a girl walked out, and she was carrying a baby that was sleeping peacefully.
Due to the thieves nature of sneaking and walking in the shadow, the kid was never awoken. As the girl was walking nearer and nearer towards Delvin and Nurina, she stopped and removed her hood with her left hand, while keeping the boy with her right.
"Headmistress." she greeted.
"So it was you, Tonilia".
The girl had brown skin and black hair with grey eyes; these were some features that pointed to 'Redguards', natives of Hammerfell.
From the atmosphere between the dunmer and the Redguard females, it seemed that there was a history between them.
Tonilia stepped forward and handed the baby in her arms to Delvin, and from him, he offered the child to Nurina. She looked between the kid and Delvin, then she takes the kid in her arms.
"Too beautiful to be yours."
These were the first words to come out of her mouth, and Delvin's face immediately stiffed. Tonilia was barely holding her laughter, resulting in a 'pfft' sound.
"He is the child of someone I owe my life to, and I can't entrust him to just anyone." Delvin says in firmness.
"So he is not just another child you will charm with words of wisdom and drag him to the Ratway to be your lackey? " Nurina's words seem to have hit the nail on its head.
Delvin quieted down and was having conflicted feelings about how to reply to such accurate words.
He decided to only shake his head denying her accusation.
"His mother is someone that resembles you so much… she was alive the last time I saw her, but she was being chased."
Nurina looked to the child and her face turned serious.
"In what way does she resemble me?"
"I cannot share much detail on that… but both you are monsters, I'm sure you'd get along quite nicely."
"Then, this little one have to grow healthy, and be a strong man." Nurina raised her brows and looked at the child and with a smile.
The child with red hair reacted by yawning in his sleep and leaning his head on her bosom. She couldn't help but smile vividly.
"What is the boy's name and does he have any belongings?"
"I would appreciate it if you register him in an earlier date than today." Delvin recommended.
"Why?" Nurina tilted her head, not understanding why would Delvin request that.
"We don't want any unwanted attention around him, especially from the cities' latest visitors." Delvin explained.
"Thalmor?" Nurina opened her eyes wide in a shock, she unconsciously hugged the child tightly.
"H-He's less than a year old! They wouldn't inflict harm towards an innocent child… would they?"
"These bastards don't care for such things. If they ever find out his heritage, they will most likely put his soul on a Black Soul Gem, just for sport." Delvin spoke with hatred.
Then he continued "I'll keep my eye on the kid from the shadows, his only belonging is a journal left by his mother... I will be safe keeping it until he is old enough."
Nurina nodded silently.
"And watch out for him from that 'hagraven' Grelod." Delvin warned her. The last thing he'll ever want for the boy is to have a miserable childhood.
[A/N: Hagravens are a horrific cross between an old crone and a bird, they fire AoE magic and can be found in the 'Reach' west of Skyrim]
"Go away already, before any guards come by and get suspicious. I know what to do." Nurina began to be cautious, and shoo away Delvin from the orphanage.
Delvin gave a wry smile before heading into the darkness.
"Kid's name is Jon."
He whispered, then disappeared into the night.
Nurina turned around and closed the orphanage's door with the child.
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[A/N: 1st person POV once again, MC is back]
Was that light just now?
I am out of the damn headset!!!!
Finally, phew, I already have VR phobia, I really thought I will never make it.
Damn, the light is too bright! Did Fatty and Four-eyes drag me out of my bed? Don't tell me I will wake up in a hospital after two years of blank memories!
No! No! Definitely not! Calm down me, yes keep calm.
Now let's see where this light is coming from.
Oh!? What is that? This hospital has a weird taste of decoration? I mean, a wooden ceiling is too weird in this part of the world, right?
Maybe it's some weird place where they treat people for less money… I knew it! These guys really did it this time! Man, wait until I, your daddy, comes home and teach you a lesson!
Now, to the matter at hand, where is this annoying light coming from?
I look around to my left and open my eyes widely… is that?!!! A fireplace? In Egypt, these things don't even exist.
"Waah! Waah!"
Wait, what the hell? I am pretty sure I was saying "Is anyone here?"
Wait a second… this furniture looks so damn familiar.
I-I can't believe it... I'm in game?!!
Didn't I get out? But look at the place, I downloaded too many realism and immersion mods till I mistook it with reality?
UN-F**KIN-BELIEVABLE!
This is the best thing I've ever seen, WOWSERS!
Can I take a screenshot? Doesn't seem I can… Not important! Anyway, why am I not moving?
As I am trying to get up, I discover something strange!
Oh, so that's how it is. I am a baby… A BABY???!!!
Babies? In Skyrim? This 'Origin of the something' mod is getting better and better... Skyrim modding at its best ladies and gentlemen.
So, I guess I am a lost child and I grow up in someplace. Then the main story starts when I get older...…..
PERFECT!!! This is exactly how I imagined it to be.
Anyway will I wait for anyone now or should I save the game?
Let's just... OH MY GOD! A GIANT!
"WAAHH! WAAAAAH!"
Nope, that's not what I wanted to say! I only said "OMG! A giant!". Stop embarrassing me!
"So you finally woke up!" a womanly voice sounded from that giant… Oi, why do I feel so uncomfortable? Am I being carried up? Wait… this is no giant…. If it was a Giant, then it wouldn't be this attractive…
By the gods, it's a beaut- beauti- beautiful Dunmer??!!!
'DAAAIAIAIAMN'
"WAAAWWA"
(E/N: It was confusing to have them side by side.)
Stop it! Seriously! Why am I making these damn noises?
"Ehehe… you look so lively!"
The Dunmer's voice-acting is so top-notch, who did such a fine job? And who could make such a fine looking NPC? Not even 'Ethereal Elven' mod can make the elves that good? Was it Elianora's doing? Gotta be hers.
'Have to take a screenshot dammit'
"Wah WAAAAH."
Let's ignore that voice… I can't find a way to screenshot at all, not even the mental control can do it?
Then let's save the game… by the way, where is the HUD?
Escape, not working? Save, not that either? Okay, let's….
Wait a minute! waitaminutewaitaminutewaitaminutewaitaminute… what is that feeling… Ah crap! I need to go to the bathroom. But why is it that I'm about to cry?!!
'Ehem, is there a toilet around here?'
"Ewaa waaah waah?"
Not good, it's leaking, why is it leaking?
This is Skyrim, right?
There are no toilets in this game, right?
There are no babies in this game, right?
This is not reality, right? ....Right?
No, don't take my clothes off. Please! D-Don't look at it, if you do, it will destroy my dignity!
'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!'
"WAAAAAAAH!"
(Chapter has been edited by Josue561)
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