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Skyrim: Plaything	By : GE_The_Beast Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 21445 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Elayne arrived in Solitude by carriage, safe and sound. No one attacked her on the trip, and her thick winter clothing was keeping the collar around her neck safely hidden. Buried at the bottom of her pack was the tome that kept causing her concern. Captured Dreams had been an enigma to her. The book could transport her to another world, but it looked like the only one aware of the different world was her. Maluril’s journal was full of ramblings that didn’t seem to associate with it. Nothing more could be learned from thumbing through it on the carriage ride. The gigantic walls and architecture of Solitude was nothing on Wayrest, but it did look imposing.
Drinking a potion of frost resistance, she made her way up the long road and into the city proper. Wearing her armor in a place like this drew glances, but she preferred that over possibly showing her collar. Tall buildings rose on all sides, and she appreciated the marketplace heavily. She sold all of the items she had spare, getting up to more than four hundred septims in her pocket. Whistling, she jogged past Radiant Raiment and up the streets, heading for one of the few places in this province that might be able to tell her more about her problems.
It was with a giddy glee that she knocked on the door to the Bard’s College. It was full of life and music, carrying through the door. An older Breton opened the door, giving her a smile. “Greetings!” He called cheerfully over the music of the college.
“Sorry for the bother,” Elayne spoke up. “I was wondering if I could get a few minutes of your time?”
“Of course! Only so many times I can hear Jorn beat a drum incorrectly.” He laughed. “Come in!”
The cacophony was less, somehow once she got inside to the small library. “Welcome to the main floor library. I’m the dean of history, Giraud Germane.”
“Elayne. Adventurer with a riddle.” She introduced herself.
“Alright,” The old man’s eyes sparkled. “What’s your riddle? A bard can always appreciate a challenge!”
“I’ve come into possession of a clue. Some kind of book of secrets. Ever heard of a book called Captured Dreams?”
The old man seemed to close his eyes. “I know the name.” He took a seat in an old worn chair. “That is a dark book.”
“Why do you say that?”
“It’s one of the black books of the daedric prince of knowledge. I’ve only read about them, but most were in Solstheim.” Germane spoke up. “Those that read such things pay a heavy price for it. Though what little I’ve read about them suggests they are mostly empty; full of half-truths or broken statements.” He seemed to think about it, wincing as a sound carried through the stairs. “Jorn is going to make a name for himself at this rate.”
“There are others like it?”
“Untold Legends. The Hidden Twilight.” His voice wavered. “Someone came asking about them in the last decade.”
“Just one person?”
“Not many ask about Daedric books. But there was a Telvanni mage that came in here asking about them. We had to dig up some of the oldest scrolls in the basement to find what we knew about it. One of the most interesting conversations of my career.” He said wistfully. “I got to spend two hours talking with someone who had been alive during the Oblivion Crisis.”
“Thank you.” Elayne whispered. “Do you keep anything on the Dragonborn?”
The old man laughed. “Any books we had on them have mysteriously vanished the moment their popularity became real. I should have just locked up those books in my personal safe the moment word got out.”
Elayne’s heart raced. The other world would have what she needed. This place was one of the only places that held the secrets she needed. “I would imagine you have quite the view from your chambers.”
“Bah!” He scoffed. “I have a view of the river. Viarmo has the view of the Blue Palace.” She had a room, now. She knew where someone would keep the important books. And if she could get her hands on them, she would have a detailed list of all the ways the Dragonborn in the other world had accomplished his deeds! Sure, bards had a way of embellishing things but some of it had to be real!
“Do you mind if I could read one of the books here? It’s so hard to find complete collections.”
“An adventurer that has the patience to read? Be my guest.” The older man chuckled. “I’m going to see about Jorn’s clumsy hands.”
She was left mostly alone, behind the bookshelves. It was enough. She had never considered stealing before. Didn’t think it was necessary when you were a hero. “But it isn’t stealing if it’s from another world.” She whispered to herself. “I just need to slip upstairs, find out what the Dragonborn did, and return. No one the wiser, and the book in my hand.”
She nodded to herself, and opened her bag. Very little was in it, at the moment. A key pouch, a silver mirror, three spare dresses, a couple of books and journals. At the very bottom were three packages she desperately kept low. The first was a gift from her Great Aunt. A set of Forsworn armor sized for her. She had put it on only once, and the thought still had her feeling ashamed. Her gigantic ass made it look absolutely trashy. The second item was a blue linen dress she had gained from Dawnstar. Except that it was the other world’s Dawnstar. It too was completely humiliating to wear. She would have gotten rid of it, but didn’t want to invite questions. The last item was a wrapped book. She dragged it out, pulling it open as she went. The breastband wrapped around it was undone, and soon enough she was staring at a handful of broken runes.
“Intelligence is avarice,” She read, spinning the book first one way and then another. “Cowardice it's Mistress.” With the words read, the world darkened for a moment. When the light returned, she knew she was in the other world. Where else would you find a pair of panties thrown over a pile of books?
This Bard college was very different. Some of the tables had been cleared from the front of the room, to put in a small platform. It was a wooden beam with three holes in it. A small book stand lay in front of it, and a Redguard was currently occupying the holes. Her hands were in either side hole, with her head coming through the middle. It was barbaric, and she immediately blushed at the bare state of her arms and legs. She was naked on that platform!
Elayne dove behind the bookshelf, shutting Captured Dreams with finality. None of the book titles here had changed. None of the books on the Dragonborn were here. In the distance another woman walked by, making Elayne goggle at her appearance. For she only was wearing long gloves and some kind of thigh high boots! The distinct tapping of metal on stone echoed from her, in a way that she had never heard before. Those long boots of hers had spikes that lifted her heel off the floor, and every time those touched the stone it made loud noises that carried through the college.
Taking a deep breath, she cast her invisibility spell. The loud sounds of the other woman’s shoes were going upstairs, and so she followed. Not too closely, but a flight of stairs behind her. The upstairs rooms were many and varied, but only one was facing the river. Elayne trotted over, pulling the door open and slipping inside. The room was lavish, the walls adorned with pictures and trophies of the past. She almost gasped, barely noticing the room’s only occupant. At the foot of the bed was a Dunmer, wearing a thick collar. While her own was a simple iron ring, this was a large steel assembly with multiple latches. She was literally chained to the bed. It was utterly barbaric! For a moment, she imagined it was herself chained to the foot of someone’s bed, utterly naked. A rush of heat ran from the crown of her head all the way to her toes.
It took great effort to peel her eyes away from the woman. There had to be a secure chest somewhere in this room. Unfortunately, it was right next to the naked Dunmer. Kneeling down, Elayne could smell the scent of sex heavy in the air. Her lockpick set came out and her fingers plied the tumblers, her invisibility spell fading. She came into full visibility above the other woman, blushing madly. But the chest opened, and she finally had access!
Inside were books of rare varieties, along with gold and gems. A heavy necklace was also in the chest, enchanted. Elayne wasn’t much of a thief. All she wanted were the books on the Dragonborn! Thankfully Germane kept his books in alphabetical order in here, letting her instantly find the set she was looking for: Dragonborn Tales vol. 1, 2, and 3. Each was full of the information she needed to defeat Alduin, she was certain of it!
As she was pulling the books out of the chest, she glanced over at the Dunmer. She was awake, and staring right back at her with wide eyes. Elayne felt horrified. She had never committed a crime before. Never stolen anything like this, at least! “Please don’t say anything.” She whispered. “I’m just borrowing these books.”
“I’m the apprentice bard here!” The Dunmer yelled loudly. “Cheaters never prosper!” She drew her hand back to cast a spell, and Elayne swung her paralyzing steel dagger at her. But she wasn’t quite fast enough, a bolt of lightning washing over her and stinging greatly. While the Dunmer was paralyzed, Elayne bounded past her and into the hall. She ran into someone in the hallway, knocking them both over.
“Sorry!” Elayne whispered hotly, seeing that she ran into the woman only wearing the gloves and boots. “Excuse me!” It felt like the entire Bard’s College had taken notice of her, and she ran for the first floor. Past the woman in stocks, and feeling ashamed at her very first theft of stealing. But she got the books! She had the knowledge!
Captured Dreams was opened immediately, and she pressed the rune to go back to her own world. The swirls of color she was starting to get used to, as she came back to her feet on the other side. There was a crash as her helmet hit the floor, and Elayne dove for it and just threw it into her bag. There were no sounds of alarm, or panic. Just music carrying through the air. And a distinct lack of naked women walking around.
“I paid the price.” She murmured, running her hands across her newest adornment. Some kind of silver headband with a moonstone in it was upon her brow. It didn’t move to come off her face at all. Taking a shaky breath, she noticed her magic coming back quickly. It must be the headband! Nothing else she had would offer such an enchantment. “Huh. Not all that bad.” This time the price had been rather tame.
But the tome wasn’t done taunting her yet today. Sitting atop all of her other things were a pair of soul gems with large silver rings at their ends. The same shape and style as the piercing in her navel. These would be the next haunting price for using the tome. That alone terrified her, and she wrapped the book and knotted the breastband doubly around it. But inside her bag were the three large books she had just stolen. They made this entire trip worth it. Settling into the reading chair, Elayne licked her lips and started reading. The book was well designed, with thick pages and wide bindings. The first page was… empty. So was the second, and the third. Mounting dread filled her being, as she watched words appear on the page she was on.
Cheaters never prosper. Walk before you run, Champion. Hermaeus Mora was mocking her for trying to learn all that she needed from just a book. She huffed, shutting the book and shoving it into her bag. What a disaster. She pulled out her helmet, pushed off her head by the headband’s appearance. It couldn’t fit back upon her head, much to Elayne’s deep annoyance. The headband was too large to allow it. “But I paid the price!”
Her whispers carried throughout the room, getting the attention of someone. “Is someone here?” A feminine voice called.
“Just me,” Elayne replied cheerfully. “Just a visiting adventurer.”
“Ah.” Coming around the bookshelf was a nord woman wearing a farmer’s dress and durable shoes. But she had seen her before, in the other world. She was the one who only wore gloves and thigh high boots, and Elayne blushed at the knowledge of just what was under that dress. “Welcome to the Bard’s College. I’m Illdi. Can I get you anything?”
“No, no.” Elayne said, breaking eye contact. “I was just leaving. Your Dean of History was very kind and helpful to me.” She stood, getting up and slinging her pack back on. Illdi thankfully left her alone, and there was no one between her and the door. Why she should be worried, she didn’t know. But it still felt like she had committed a crime here. Elayne looked around the building, ready to bolt at the slightest noise. As she stood up, the way to the door was clear. Stepping forwards, a loud clicking echoed throughout the building. She froze, already hearing people taking notice. With rising horror, she realized that sound came from her. "Oh shite." She whispered. Things were getting worse!
Her shoes! Captured Dreams had done something to her armored boots! Her heels were raised up off the ground, thin spikes of moonstone coming off the bottom of the heels of her boots. Her ankles shook, and Elayne had to hold onto the sides of the hallway as she stumbled to the exit. Loud clacks and clicks echoed across the stones, Elayne giving a yelp as she barely maintained her balance.
There was one spell she knew from her time with the Graybeards, to help with sneaking through scary places. With a few spoken words she cast Muffle, sighing in relief when her feet were no longer creating their own percussion band. The streets were full of people, it being a busy day. Looking around with some concern, she could see a small area with benches on the other side of the college. Wobbling, Elayne trotted to one of those benches and sank onto them. Her enormous ass acted as a good pillow, and she took the weight off her feet.
Her armor’s boots looked far different now. Her fitted boots was more sleek, hugging her calves all the more tightly. And then there was the bottom. The toes were brought to a point, hard leather and moonstone pushing her toes forwards. The arch of the foot was exaggerated, pulling her heel inches from the ground, and only supporting it via a spike. “These are insane!” She whispered, glancing around the empty courtyard. “These are armor?”
She had a spare set of boots from her Forsworn armor in her bag, bone and leather wrappings for the feet. Opening it, she could see that said boots were no longer with her gear. The only shoes she now had were these heeled elven armored boots. “I’m in too deep now.” She murmured. “I shouldn’t have just tried to steal a book. The Daedra obviously think I need to learn something from people, and not from books.” How rude! Forcing her to be social.
She didn’t feel like going back to High Hrothgar for anything, after spending more than a month straight there. Arngeir and the other Graybeards only shared things with her after proving she was the Dragonborn, never speaking to anyone else. Wracking her brain, Elayne went through the list of anyone else who might help her. Or might help her in the future. Delphine and Esbern would help her, they were Blades. Their order was dedicated to fighting dragons. But they were also paranoid, and in the other world might treat her less kindly.
She needed something or someone that would be happy to share the Dragonborn’s secrets. The only places Elayne considered friendly these days were Whiterun, Morthal and Falkreath. Morthal because it consistently had the alchemical ingredients she supplied to her great aunt. Falkreath because it also had ingredients that she liked to collect, though she mostly liked the people there. It was a village, and almost everyone was easy to like. Then there was Whiterun. Glaring at her new footwear, she had every reason to like Whiterun. They made her a thane, after all!
“Am I willing to spend gold on new boots?” She asked herself. “Women in the other world can walk on these things.”
Whiterun was complicated. Only one person knew what she looked like there. Everyone else just knew her as the masked hero, and didn’t ask questions. Putting her pack down, she gave a new glance at these spindly pieces of moonstone. “You can do it, come on.” She whispered to herself. Standing, she could feel her leg muscles stretch differently than in normal boots. Was it better to put weight on the toes or the heel first? Stumbling, she had to catch herself on the bench. Definitely not the toes.
In the Bard’s College courtyard she did a few laps of the interior walls, learning just how to walk in these things. She developed a distinct step with them, placing the spike of the heel down first and then throwing her weight onto her toes enough to swing the next foot into place. But the spike was so thin that if she slipped between the flagstones of particularly thick rocks she could twist her ankle. The clicks of the heels became less frightening as she went. It must have been two hours she spent there, practicing how to walk in these boots. Her ankles reminded her all too often of the cuffs attached to them, and her ass felt different from her change in stride.
“Okay, fine.” She told herself. “I don’t want to waste gold on new boots.”
Elayne still cast a Muffle spell on her feet as she walked back through the city, towards the main gate. She needed to get out of here. The carriage to Whiterun left tomorrow, while the one to Falkreath left the day after.
“At least I have a home there.” Breezehome was in Whiterun. But it was also where Lydia was. Stupid pretty Lydia. She tried to go out without her mask on once in Whiterun. Lydia got all of the attention with her natural charms and height. The worst part was that she wasn’t even trying. It vexed her so much she told Lydia to stay in Breezehome and she hadn’t seen her in almost two months. “A meal is going to cost me gold,” She considered. “One night at the inn will take probably twenty septims.”
“Thirty.” Someone spoke up right next to her. It was Sorex, one of the men who worked at the inn. “Only one room left, now. Some delegation is coming to see Elisef and we only have one room left.” She must have been talking too loudly by the gate. “The name is Sorex Vinius.”
She had been introduced to him before! Was she so easy to forget? “Elayne.”
“Not often I see strange things like you walking around. Elven Armor is rare to see these days. And the hair!” He chuckled. “You must be one of those mages from Winterhold.” Elayne shuddered. Her hair was the color of dirt and barely noticeable.
“I might be, yes. Can I take that room?”
Her head was covered by a hood, out of concern. Corex charged twenty for her room and eight for her meal. She gave the respect he deserved, before shutting the door and sitting on the bed. Her arches ached from her new boots, but that wasn’t the priority in sitting down. Inside her pack there was a mirror. It was another one of those gifts from using Captured Dreams. Drawing it out, she held it aloft so she could see her face. The headband was larger than normal, hugging her forehead and standing tall upon her brow. But behind it, she could see her hair. It was no longer the dirty brown that she was used to.
It was some kind of darker color. Casting a candlelight spell, she put it right up next to her ear. Squinting against the glare of the light source, she could see that the headband was making her hair different. The strands were turning an unnatural bluish color. “Blue?!” She squealed. “How is my hair blue?!”
It was also slightly longer. Some of it was still dirt brown, but she could see the color slowly shifting before her very eyes. Then it stopped. Right about the moment her mana had come back to full. “It’s restoring my mana.” That was what was causing her hair to change color. Soon enough all of her hair would be an unnatural color that no one else could possibly have. Unless she stopped using magic, of course. But that would be crippling.
The collar underneath her armor reminded her of the futility of trying to remove these items. “I need help.” She admitted. But no one knew her, really. They knew the Dragonborn with their scary mask. And that mask was safely in Whiterun. Taking off her shoes and armor, Elayne tried to rest that night. But she was distracted by the fact that two more piercings awaited her next use of Captured Dreams.
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