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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]

l would like to thank a member of another site for reminding me of this following short piece, I had quite forgotten itwhichisa shame in a way, because I really liked it.
It was written during Niamh's unwilling and unasked-for sojourn in skyrim...
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AZURA'S STAR

Niamh is far into Ilinalta Deep, in search of Azura's star.
She has followed the trail from the Prince's shrine in the far north, above Winterhold.

Trekking south and west, stopping only briefly for rest and food, she kept herself secret and out of sight. She paused briefly at Whiterun to restock and to barter what meagre goods she had picked up before setting off once again, after a night's brief rest in a proper bed.
Skirting past the giants at their camp not far outside of the city, keeping low to avoid detection by a roving band of Forsworn, she journeyed through the Brittleshin Pass - cautiously, and with good reason as it turned out - before arriving at the sunken fort on the shore of the lake from which it took it's name.

Amidst the wrack and ruin of the once-proud imperial stronghold, amidst fetid death and malevolent necromancy, the dark air that had been on her for some little time previously condenses into a blacker mood of introspection, unwanted thoughts, and perhaps just a touch of sadness. Although faded now, some memory of her former self still lingers in her mind, and occasionally stirs, opening a pale eye to illuminate that part of her where she keeps locked away the thoughts of times that once made her happy, but to which she knows in her heart that she can never return.

Pausing for a moment in the gloomy, silent corridor through which she has been creeping, she hunkers down, the rough stones of the wall wet against the skin of her back. She rests her head back, staring upwards, her one good eye straining to pick out details on the damp ceiling.
Sometimes, just sometimes, she wishes that it would all just go away and that she could return to Cyrodiil, and pick up from where she once was and with whom she once was with; either that or simply let everything just... drift away.
But she knows the former will never be, and as for the latter; well she has too much life to burn to go like that and, still very young by the standards of her race, plenty of time in which to burn it, and besides...

...Off to her left, from some distance down the corridor, her large ears pick up the sound of quiet footsteps and whispered voices in conversation...

...even if that were a viable option, today is not the day for it. Flicking her head and shoulders forward she stands back up and turns to face the sounds, sinewy muscles working smoothly beneath her tanned and filthy skin.
No, today she has work to do - a mission, a purpose.
Shaking her head as if to clear it, she grips her bow tightly in her left hand and heads off in a crouch, down the corridor.

Tomorrow?
Well, that's a different story...

This post has been edited by PhonAntiPhon: Mar 7 2013, 12:26 AM

[Lady Saga]

Amidst the wrack and ruin of the once-proud imperial stronghold, amidst fetid death and malevolent necromancy, the dark air that had been on her for some little time previously condenses into a blacker mood of introspection, unwanted thoughts, and perhaps just a touch of sadness. Although faded now, some memory of her former self still lingers in her mind, and occasionally stirs, opening a pale eye to illuminate that part of her where she keeps locked away the thoughts of times that once made her happy, but to which she knows in her heart that she can never return.

I love this!

Why does Niamh only have "one good eye", though?