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[PhonAntiPhon]

NIAMH.
But first, who is she?
Well she's a character who I have been acquainted with for a very long time, and with whom I have travelled across many worlds.

She's a Wood-Elf, in Nirn terms - of about 30. She's very much her own boss, and not a terribly pleasant individual. She is, to employ a cliche, "mad, bad, and dangerous to know". She's a hard drinking, promiscuous, authority-hating rebel with baggage enough and troubles enough to fill a volume of psychoanalysts' shelves.

She's maybe 5 feet 8 inches in height, very slender, with pale skin and long black hair and dark, chestnut eyes in deep sockets. She had a predilection for body-piercing and a bad-attitude to personal hygiene. She's a thief and an assassin and pretty much anything else that will garner her gold and a thrill.
In the Nirn universe - (Cyrodiil) - she lives principally in Bravil, but has a shack on the waterfront outside of the walls of the Imperial City, although she spends much of her time in a rather dysfunctional relationship with Jo, one of the local "courtesans", who you will not be reading about on here(!).
In Morrowind she was a loner who pretty much stumbled upon a destiny of sorts more by simply being in a certain place at a certain time than by design; whilst she arrived in Skyrim confused and somehow "altered", more feral and wild, as part of a story arc that started in Cyrodiil and ended back there amidst death and heartache.
Since then she has had a second chance, but is squandering it, reverting once again to type...

Throughout her adventures in Nirn - Morrowind, Cyrodiil, and Skyrim, her character has evolved and changed. She's taken on aspects of each of these variants to become something "other" than what she started as; more rounded, but far more complicated. The ultimate expression of that is in the world that she now inhabits - Varrius, a world created for her specifically, with it's own story arc and characters.
Anyway, that's by-the-by, for the nonce, this thread will have various stories and vignettes that I have written involving her, and the characters that she has interacted with, during the time that she has inhabited the Elder Scrolls universe.
(Only some of the stories are on here, as this is a 13-rated forum, and not everything I write is... suitable. For stories not on here, do feel free to visit Niamh's blog, in the signature.)

I hope you enjoy her stories, it's gives me a lot of pleasure to write them.

This post has been edited by PhonAntiPhon: Jan 19 2013, 04:22 PM

[PhonAntiPhon]

Very quick...

"
Knowledge, as gained from books, is largely outside of Niamh's frame of reference. Sure, she'll take what she can get but the actual *pursuit* of knowledge and the reading required so to do pretty much escapes her.
In the old days it was always Vilja who did that, and then summarized it for her partner in short, easily digestible, fragments.
That said, Niamh has been - for her - applying herself judiciously if irregularly to the Mages' Guilds, if only because she's curious about the inside of the university and hasn't found a way in, and also because setting light to bandits with increasingly powerful fire spells never gets boring.
(the odd charm spell on the occasional waitress, immune to her natural talents, doesn't go amiss either. <Ahem>).

So far the path to the Mages' Guild has been strewn with little favours that need doing and games that need playing, most of which have only served to shore up Niamh's belief that membership of these little guilds is for kiddies and the more puerile adults.
Bruma's little guild has so far proven to be the worst...

...It was a little after 10 of the clock in the morning when Niamh arrived, and met one Jean Frasoric in the entry hall, the not-unattractive Head of the chapter, the usual pleasantries were exchanged and the inevitable "Perhaps you can do a favour for me" conversation ensued.
To cut a long story short, our heroine found herself in conversation with one Volanaro, an oily associate who had information, he said, regarding the whereabouts of the Kat who Jean wanted Niamh to locate.
The conversation descended rapidly to the level of the playground as she found herself having to carry out an act of petty thievery for Volanaro. He seemed surprised when she returned with the manual five minutes later.
"Well ok, you meet me in the living quarters just after 10 tonight, and I will help you with your little problem..." He winked patronisingly at her and grinned. He did, she thought, need to work on his technique, since all of this last should perhaps have been directed at her face, but there you go.

This gave her some time to kill, so she headed to Olav's for a few ales, stopping on the way to practice a different kind of magic on one Edla Darkheart, a rather sour-faced woman she'd seen in Bruma from time-to-time.
She does like a challenge, does Niamh...

After 6 hours, a badly lost drinking contest to one Gromm, and a brief scuffle as he tried unsuccessfully to claim his winnings, she walked only a little unsteadily back to the guild, slipped in, and went down to the living quarters.
She hung around in the corner for a little until it was time to meet the kids, observing from the shadows as Jean went from room to room, evidently searching for what Niamh had stolen from her earlier.

At the appointed time she met Volanaro, who produced the Kat. Both of them seemed very proud of their little prank. Both of them needed to grow up.
"Oh, you can tell Jean you've found me." purred the Kitty.
(Niamh has "a bit of a thing" for Khajiits, but this one? Very much the exception...)
Still, job done.

"Ah, little lady..." whispered Volanaro greasily as she turned to leave, "...we'll be in touch with you, there are some other things we might want doing and I'm sure that you would wish this, ah, "relationship" to remain *on the quiet*..."
Niamh just stared at him, her head on one side. "Really...?" She said eventually.
Volanaro looked a little less assured of himself. "We, ah, could be your worst nightmare, you know..." He narrowed his eyes.
She thought for a moment. "No." She said. "You couldn't."

Five minutes later she awoke Jean and told her she had located the Khajiit. A recommendation was secured.
Just before leaving, she moved closer to the Mage, and whispered something else to her.
"Really?" Said Jean. "That's Most Interesting..."
She grinned as Niamh left her quarters.
It wasn't a nice grin.
"

This post has been edited by PhonAntiPhon: Mar 3 2013, 03:54 PM