“Trust me and I will guide you, my child.”
“I trust you.”
“What was that?” Dale mumbled, throwing an arm over her.
“Nothing. Go back to sleep.”
He snuggled closer and kissed her neck. “I’m awake now.”
“You sleep too lightly.”
“Have you always talked in your sleep?”
“Sorry.”
Abject terror. That was the first and last thing she remembered. She had been taken out of her bedroll by several masked thugs and rendered unconscious with some kind of spell. When she awoke, she was stripped of her armor and weapons, bound on an altar, and a high elf was standing over her with a blade, chanting. She didn’t even have time to scream before the blade came down and she blacked out.
Amelia Degarmo opened her eyes in her own bed, and if not for the fact that she was wearing someone else’s armor, she might have thought the mage and the altar had just been a terrible dream. Well, the armor and the pain in her chest. Just over her heart was a puncture wound the size of a dagger’s tip, not deep enough to kill her, but significant nonetheless. How in the name of the Divines had she survived that, and how had she gotten back here?
“What a week I’m having,” Amelia muttered to herself.
It was spring in Glenumbra, and with the warming weather came what Aresin liked to call “bandit season.” The Red Rook bandits had grown bolder of late and had even gone so far as to take a local resident and his family hostage in their own home. The city guard was undermanned, so Aresin sent Amelia and Kireina to help rescue the family and get rid of the bandits.
The women went to Noellaume Manor northeast of town and met with Captain Farlivere, who was set up half a mile outside the grounds.
A/N: Sexual content. Not safe for work and not appropriate for children.
“Vestige, it’s time we meet. Come to the Harborage, a cave east of Daggerfall.”
The Prophet’s voice in Amelia’s head woke her from a peaceful sleep, and she groaned. “Do we have to meet now?”
“What was that?” Aresin mumbled, throwing an arm over her.
“Nothing. Go back to sleep.”
He snuggled closer and kissed her neck. “I’m awake now.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Continue reading
Amelia spent the next few weeks alone; she heard Kireina was doing a job that took her all the way to the Alik’r Desert, and she really missed her friend. After all that had happened, she could really have used the company. She did a few jobs and trained, keeping herself busy and glad for any distraction she could find.
One morning when she was out and about, Giblets the dog ran up to her. He was a small mixed breed with brown fur and a constantly wagging tail. He belonged to a man named Roy, whom she had run a few interesting errands for in the past. He was a nice guy, affable and generally unassuming, but Amelia got the idea from the errands he sent her on that he knew a lot more about the inner workings of Daggerfall than he let on.
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