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After Oblivion: Adventures of a Dark Elf	By : Syentaru Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Oblivion Views: 13978 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She went to the stables to retrieve Shadowmere, knowing how much the mare enjoyed traveling to Chorrol, with the fresh mountain air, the friendly horses, and stable hands. The legendary horse whickered her pleasure at seeing Gwen ready to ride again so soon, and trotted out to greet her.
            “I’d like to check in on the Fighters Guild in Chorrol, Shadowmere. If that’s all right with you, of course,” she laughed as the mare snorted. As if she would miss a trip up to the quaint city. “I thought so,” Gwen smiled, packing the saddle bags already draped over the horse, then mounting up after receiving many questioning looks from the guards and stable employees milling about the area. “If we take an easy pace, we should be there before nightfall.”
            They set off, Shadowmere at an easy gait, not wishing to stress herself after the mission they had just undertaken. The mountains had surely given the mare more exercise than usual, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. She was just glad that the dark elf was alright. Just as she was musing about how peaceful the land was in the late afternoon sun, the horse heard a strange sound on the road ahead of them. She quickened her pace, changing to a gallop so fast Gwen nearly lost her balance.
            “You could have warned—” the dunmer started, but was cut off by the loud roar of a troll, and the angry cry of an Imperial Legion soldier, his horse rearing to keep him out of range of the squat creature’s fists. Gwen leapt off of Shadowmere’s back, unsheathing her sword immediately upon landing.
            The troll turned its attention to her abruptly, seeing the increased threat. It did not see the mare, however, her hooves flashing behind him, sending the beast tumbling forward. The soldier gasped at the ferocity of the dark elf and horse, both with their red eyes trained on the troll as it began swinging wildly at the dunmer, who blocked it with ease.
            “Wait, red eyes on a horse?” the guard thought out loud to himself, feeling slightly disarmed by the unusual sight. The dark elf woman had just slashed the creature across the chest, a finishing blow, but she ran it through, bringing death quickly to the dangerous beast. She turned to him then, looking up at the soldier as she cleaned her sword and sheathed it gracefully.
            “It’s odd to see trolls in this area, isn’t it?” she asked conversationally while she mounted the sturdy looking mare. “Are you two alright?”
            “Um, yes, we are,” the Imperial soldier started, seeing the mare gazing at him with her piercing red eyes. “The roads aren’t as safe as they used to be, even though we try,” he said with a half-hearted smile. They had looked familiar, and now he remembered where he had seen the woman. “Y-you’re the Champion of Cyrodiil, aren’t you? It is an honor,” he said, bowing in his saddle. He had heard tales of the dunmer riding on a legendary beast, bringing peace and closing the Oblivion gates wherever she went.
            “Thank you, sir. I’m just happy to help,” she replied, beaming at him. She liked being recognized, although she never let it go to her head.
                “Stay safe, citizen,” he said, the guards’ usual farewell.
            “I will, and you do the same,” she waved to him as she passed. The sun had gone down considerably during the skirmish and the rest of the ride to the small town, but Shadowmere was stabled and Gwen safely through the gates of the city before night had fallen, so she decided to check in on the argonians who ran the local general store. As soon as she walked in the door, Dar-Ma was there to greet her, hugging her fiercely.
            “It is good to see you, Gwen,” the young argonian female said. “I’m sure Blossom and Shadowmere are catching up on news at the stables,” she grinned, her many sharp teeth apparent in her wide, lizard like mouth.
            “Yes, Blossom gave her a warm welcome. And I am happy to see you’ve been able to keep out of trouble,” she joked, referring to how the two had met. Gwen had rescued the young woman from Hackdirt, a ramshackle town that had experienced its fair share of trouble over the years. They had been going to sacrifice the argonian, before the dunmer had intervened, escaping with the girl and her horse, Blossom.
            “Yes, no more adventures quite like that for some time,” Dar-Ma grimaced, remembering how terrible the ordeal had been. “But this is no time to speak of the past. What brings you to Chorrol? And what new stories do you have for me from your escapades?” Gwen told the argonian of recent events and her tale of the sword, leaving out how she was involved with the Thieves Guild, and then mentioned her wish to visit the Fighters Guild. Lucky for Gwen, Dar-Ma did not ask many questions when it came to matters that the dunmer clearly did not wish to discuss. “It sounds like you have been very busy,” the girl said, her eyes wide when Gwen finished her retelling of the entire adventure.
            “Oh, by the way, how is your mother, Seed-Neeus?” Gwen asked, not seeing the older woman anywhere.
            “Oh, she is resting and letting me take care of the evening’s business,” Dar-Ma replied, then, noticing the time, said, “and it looks like we’re done for the day. Time to close up. But you can stay if you wish, I can put more in the pot for supper tonight.” She looked up hopefully into Gwen’s eyes, knowing the dunmer couldn’t resist her rare argonian cuisine.
            “Well, I’d hate to mock the rules of hospitality,” Gwen grinned.
            “Oh good, I’ll let my mother know you are here, and we can have dinner together. You’ll have to regale her with your tales as well. You know how much she loves to hear of your exploits,” Dar-Ma said, scurrying off to tell her mother they had company. While the sweet aroma of supper came to greet Gwen’s nose, she heard a voice behind her.
            “It is good to see you, Champion.” Seed-Neeus came from one of the doors in the building, not wearing her usual business attire, but dressed in more comfortable garments. “And what do we owe the honor of this visit to?” she asked, spreading her arms and smiling at her own jest.
            “It is an honor to be invited into such a loving household,” Gwen returned, hugging the older woman tightly. “And your daughter makes some of the best stews this side of the Valus Mountains. And speaking of them, do I have a story for you,” the dunmer said, following Seed-Neeus to the table after hearing dinner was ready. She told her tale with renewed vigor to the argonian woman, who listened with rapt attention, and to her daughter who, even after just hearing it, was caught up in the epic scale of such an adventure.
            “We’re lucky there are people like you in the world, Gwen,” Seed-Neeus said once the younger woman had finished. “I can sleep soundly at night knowing Tamriel is safer with you on watch. I assume you have a place to stay tonight? You know we keep an extra bedroll
free,” the older woman offered while patting her satisfied stomach. “That stew was excellent, daughter,” she said to Dar-Ma, who thanked her mother for the compliment.
            “Thank you for the offer, but I have a house in town. You should come visit some time. It’s even better than sleeping at the Fighters Guild,” Gwen joked.
            “Alright, we just wanted you to know you always have somewhere to stay,” the woman said, then looked at her daughter, “I’ll clean up the dishes, Dar-Ma, if you would go update the account books.” The younger woman nodded and went off to the upper area of the house to do as her mother wished. Seed-Neeus watched her leave, then said to Gwen, “I am teaching her how to take care of the business, so she will be able to take over when I retire. Not that I expect that to happen any time soon,” the lizard-woman laughed to ease Gwen’s fears for the woman’s health. “I am as strong and fit as ever. But even if she wished to start a store of her own, she will have the knowledge. I hope you stop by again, dunmer. You know you are welcome any time,” the argonian said as both of them took the dishes to the wash basin.
            “And I thank you for that,” Gwen replied, making ready to leave for her house. “Have a good night, and stay safe,” the dark elf said, giving the argonian a short hug. She said her good byes to Dar-Ma, who was busy with recording numbers of the day’s earnings, but she and her mother saw Gwen to the door.
            “Good night,” they said, then were off to begin getting ready for bed. Gwen felt oddly alone for a moment, then realized she had many friends, all across Cyrodiil, so she should never feel lonely. The two had even offered to let her spend the night. But she had a home of her own, and knew her quality of sleep would probably be better there. She could also use a little time to herself, to take care of the urgings she had managed to suppress for another day. It wouldn’t do for her to enter her own guild with a raging libido tomorrow morning.
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