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Skyrim - Tale of a Legend: Chapter 3We sit infront of a warm, glowing fire, sipping some herbal tea Tirek'mel's brother had made for us. It's late and Jul'shaw is reading a story to her child, I half listen to the tale of an Argonian hero who saved Cyrodil roughly two hundred years ago. Before she finishes the story, Tirek'mel's brother walks into the room carrying furs slung over his arm and a tray of bread and cheese for us. He sets it down on a small table and drops the furs on the floor next to it. He glances up and looks me in the eye. He's got curled horns like that of a ram's and dark red feathers starting between the horns and running down the back of his neck."I've heard about you, Marsh friend, heard you hunted for a living. I'm Guildekk," he smiles and reaches out a hand towards me."Torsion." I reply, and take his hand in a firm grasp of meeting."Nice to meet you. Now my brother has told me that you need a ride to Skyrim, correct?""Yes," I reply before accepting a piece
Skyrim - Tale of a Legend: Chapter 1I always enjoyed helping my father around his forge in our home town in Black Marsh. Ever since I was young I helped him hurl ore from the shipping docks to his forge - even if I was younger than adolescence - then help him smelt it into bars. We worked long hours and got little pay for it, however it was enough to put bread on our table back home.My mother was a herbalist healer, making balms and salves to treat the sick and wounded. When I wasn't at the forge, I spent time with my mother learning about both human and Argonian anatomy alike, learning precisely where the vital organs and main arteries are in both body forms. In all honesty they aren't that different from each other.As I hit adolescence a few years later, I started to notice I was getting a little stronger everyday I spent at the forge, even if it was only a slight bit, but I noticed I could carry slightly more each day, and help move heavier objects.One night after dinner, my father leant on the table after my mothe