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The legends of Light-Scythe
Chapter 2, Entryway
Light-Scythe awoke many hours later. She was not in the water at this time. Her head was stuck in sand. She moved it out and looked around. Light-scythe was on a beach. Apparently drifted there after fallig off the ship
Light-Scythe was greatfull. She would not be sold to Nords in Bruma. Come to think of it she didn't even know anything about Cyrodiil. It was completely unknown to her. She knew everything about the black marsh. She traveled all around the province. But here it was completely alien to her
At least i'm not a slave any more. She thought to herself. Light-Scythe had seen many imperials before in the Black Marsh but these ones were evil in her eyes.
Getting up Light-Scythe noticed that her clothes were damp and reeked of sea weed. The only reason she survived was she could breath in water. "I guess I will have to get some new clothing in..." She remembered that she didn't know where she was. The beach was on the edge of a smal
The travels of Light Scythe
Chapter 1. The voyage
The sea was angry that day. Light-Scythe normally liked the sea. She enjoyed swimming in it as a little girl in the Black Marsh. But now it was completely hostile. The ship's deck rocked back and forth to and fro with water coming down on the mast from time to time. The Imperials were running back and forth tying things down.
This was the final day till they made it to Cyrodiil. But it was not salvation for Light-Scythe. She was to be sold underground illegally to Dunmer and even Imperials to the highest bidder somewhere in Tamriel. It was a fate worse then death for an Argonian. Argonians were sold as slaves since the second era. But that never made it right
Light-Scythe was with 3 other slaves. 1 of them was a Khajiit named Vic'Dar. He fled to the Black Marsh after committing a terrible crime in Vvardenfell. He was strangely moody and didn't talk to the other argonians. Light-Scythe didn't catch their names. Argonians usually had comp
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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