Dec 04, 2022 6:52 AM
skyrim: total nekonversion mod
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Fucking dreams. Fucking Thalmor. Fucking rebels. Fucking border patrols. Fucking dragons.

She lost her good knife and down she's jogging down the riverside hoping that she doesn't get roasted from above and that the sky is light enough by the time she gets to Town-what's-its-name that the gates will be open. And that it hasn't been burned down. And that no other survivors have beaten her there and rallied the guard to execute her on sight.

So Elerki's day is going great, thanks, how are you?

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She meets a girl on the way just before she gets to Riverwood, the closest town with anything resembling a wall - she's passed homesteads, all scraggly things whose inhabitants extinguished their hearthfires and fled into the shelter of trees and caves when they heard the roaring and saw the smoke from Helgen, but she's out of sight of the smoke now and out of hearing of anything more than a low rumble - 

The girl does not look as nervous as she should be with animals freaking out and the forest going still, and she in fact is high in a tree when Elerki rounds a corner, peering up at the sky in the rough direction the Fucking Dragon flew.

She twists around just after Elerki spots her though, and looks down. 

- She's weird, probably claimed by Sheogorath going by how Elerki's day's been, with two-tone hair (one half a light lavender, the other a deep purplish red) and large fuzzy cat ears and a very fluffy red-and-purple striped tail, and with large bright amber eyes. She's dressed like a mage, though one who acknowledges any need for armor and knives, with an outfit made of skimpy triangles of pink-or-purple connected by golden chains into a bodice and short skirt and thigh high stockings, with a few assorted ruffles in a dark red fabric like her hair. She has fuzzy arm braces on, clearly meant to mimic her hair/ fur. A few daggers in pink-or-purple sheaths and some similar bags along a golden belt round out the outfit. 

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(If she weren't so distracted already she would definitely be distracted by that outfit. And maybe a bit embarrassed by her own ill-fitting, unenchanted, torn clothes.)

"It's not coming back, is it?"

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"Not unless it's taking the long way around." She jumps down. "You okay?"

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"A little singed. I'll live."

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"Did you see it up close?"

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"...Yeah. I was at Helgen when it attacked."

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"Shit."

"And you're heading to Riverwood now?"

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"That's the closest town, right?"

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"It is."

"Mind if I go with you?"

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"Long as you're not planning to stab me with one of those fancy knives."

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"Only if you ask nicely."

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Tired huff that's almost a laugh.

"Not where my interests lie."

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"A pity." She steps closer - and pulls a small green potion from her inventory and holds it out. "Here - this'll help with the exhaustion."

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She takes it. "Thanks."

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"No problem." Onwards?

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With newly-renewed stamina, yes.

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And on their way: "Do you know what that thing was?"

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"A dragon."

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"Shit."

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"Pretty much, yeah."

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"Are you going to spread the news?"

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"As much as I can. I'd like more bodies to put between me and that thing, if possible."

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"I'll help."

"Many people won't believe you, and - I'm good at arguing for mad ideas."

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"You're dressed for that, at least."

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She laughs. "I'm a bit mad, myself, but all the good people are - and most of the bad, and nearly all of everyone else besides."

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