Thread: Dark chocolate with nuts (AmySorin x Ban The Game)

Sighing every now and then, Alicia was making her way through the fogged streets of Riften. It was a cold morning in the city of thieves, but when had it not been cold in Skyrim? Throughout her many years of wandering alone through the snowy and hilly lands of Skyrim, one of the things she had learned for sure was that there was no such thing as a warm day. At least by her standards, every single day was chilly and dark, no matter where she was. Perhaps the fact that she travelled around only in a black dress and equally black boots didnt help her cause either, but in her head she was convinced that feeling the everyday cold was better than paying the hefty prices of winter garment. How long had ago had she started to roam through the many places of Skyrim without a proper destination? Four years? Five? At that point, the young looking redhead couldnt tell for sure anymore. She knew it was a long time, but she couldnt pinpoint that long gone day when she woke up half naked in a random house in Solitude anymore. That was the first memory she had of her current life. Anything besides that, was just a great number of fragmented and senseless blurs. If it wasnt by the silver necklace shaped as the name Alicia that was resting on top of the nightstand beside the bed she had woken up, she most likely wouldnt even know what to call herself. She didnt even dare claim that name as her real one, as the necklace couldve belonged to someone who lived in that household at some point. She didnt even know where she had come from. Her name pointed to an Imperial heritage, but her skin was way too fair in comparison with the natural inhabitants of Cyrodill. Her skin tone alone pointed that she might actually be a Breton. However, if one was to consider her magical prowess, it would be highly unlikely that she had come from High Rock, as she only knew enchanting and alteration sorceries to a certain degree. She could also be a Nord, but the fact that she didnt even reach 150cm when her boots were off made that an unlikely possibility. Also, she was clearly not as adapted to the cold as one would expect from a Skyrim native. She had only two other items tying her to a possible past. One of them was a sword with blade length nearly as long as that of your average Nordic greatsword, yet narrow and thick, with its weight distributed in a way it could be easily handled with her left hand alone. With a complex guard designed to protect the users hand, it was a sword unlike any other seen in Tamriel. The other item was a more typical looking dagger, with a bit more protection on its guard than average, which was usually used by the girl on her right hand. Despite her lack of memory, her muscles seemed really well acquainted with the two pieces of weaponry and she was said to have the fighting skills of a true redguard. As she walked through the streets, she eventually decided to stop at a tavern. Despite the looks that made her look not only like a young girl looks that didnt change at all since she woke up but also like an almost typical Court Lady, she would usually get a living out of scavenging ruins and helping people with mercenary work, much to their surprise. That kind of job offer was usually found on the taverns notice boards. That indeed seemed to be the case that day, as someone had posted a notice seeking for skilled explorers and mercenaries. Without further ado, she walked out of the tavern, not consuming anything before that. Quietly, she made her way through the streets again, now looking for a store called Ravvynas Enchantments and Cosmetics. Eventually, she stopped by a wooden stand, where a Dunmer, who she presumed to be Ravvyna herself, was sitting on a stool. Im here because of your notice on the taverns board the redhead mentioned, going straight to the point. Although she was rather straightforward, her voice matched that of a sweet and gentle noble girl I believe youre looking for explorers, yes?