Victoria’s armor didn’t cover much, and that was putting it mildly. Its fur-lined cuirass left her midriff exposed, and her muscled thighs strained against the leather skirt. Her arms were firm around Alex, and – with nothing between them – her abs pressed against him.
Lost in the moment, it took a while before they let go of one another – longer than Alex would’ve otherwise be comfortable with were that a normal day. Her touch lingered on his skin even after she let go… and then the cold returned with a vengeance. No sooner had she released him and he already missed her warmth.
His blonde hair fluttered in the breeze as silence settled between the two, neither knowing what to say. What could they possibly say? A thousand unasked questions hanged in the air, heavy and pressing, but where could he even begin? Should he ask her how she had recognized him? Why were they there? Whether she also had a quest? If she was the ‘bodyguard’ his mission had mentioned-
“You are shivering.” She pointed out, smiling a bit. “Can’t handle a little cold?”
“It’s freezing.” He frowned, annoyance trumping over any question he could have asked. It was a wonder how easily she could get under his skin. A gift, he would say. He poked her bare abs, scoffing. “A little cold? Seriously? You’re almost naked, and-”
“Come on, little dy.” She cut him off, pulling him by the waist as she chuckled. “You don’t want to catch a cold, do you? I doubt there are many hospitals nearby-”
“You don’t say.” He scoffed again, ignoring how warm her hand felt. ‘Little dy, really? Also, getting real touchy there.’
Not that it was anything new. His roommate had always been overly affectionate – maybe too much sometimes. She never quite grasped the concept of personal space, and he would be surprised if she learned it any time soon.
‘Feels… different.’ He couldn’t help but think as he followed her. ‘Well, that might be because-’ Now that she towered over him – and her hand was big enough to easily wrap around his waist – it was no wonder that it felt strange. ‘Doesn’t matter, focus brain.’
“Here.” Unaware of his inner turmoil, she sat down and tugged him alongside her. A strip of linen cloth y there, haphazardly left on the wooden floor. Taking and wrapping it around him, she smiled. “Well, it might not be the best, but it’s something.”
The fabric did absolutely nothing to ward off the cold. If anything, all it did was to make him feel itchy. “It’s something.” He echoed in a ft tone. “Why is it so cold, anyway? Is it winter?”
“Well, my quest log says it’s 14th of Morning Star. If I’m not wrong, that’s January back at-” She blinked. “Wait, do you even know what the quest log-”
“I do.” That answered whether she also had that weird interface floating around. Unfortunately, it also created more questions. “Big piece of parchment floating in the air? That one?”
“Yeah, that’s the one. Oh! Does yours say anything? Do you have a quest? Mine says we are near Skyrim!” She sounded far too happy about that. “You know, that game that-”
“You’ve been pying your whole life.” He quirked an eyebrow, unimpressed with her enthusiasm. “The one that you won’t stop raving about? Skyrim, that one? Yes, I’m aware.”
“Yup.” She didn’t stop smiling, though, contrary to the unamused Alex. “We should compare our quests-”
“Why are you taller than me?” The words spilled out of his mouth before his brain could keep up. ‘What the hell am I saying?’ They should be discussing their quests and forming a pn, not- “I mean, this is some high-grade, premium bullshit.”
He gnced at her as she sat beside him, eyes running over her muscles. “Unfair.” He could no longer ignore the horrifying emptiness between his legs, and his mouth wouldn’t align with the rational part of his brain. He couldn’t help but compin. “I can’t be shorter than you-”
Vic stared at him, merely blinking, before breaking into a ughing fit. “HAH! That’s what you’re so pissed about?” She cackled, almost bursting into tears. “Hey, I say this fits us much better. Don’t you think, little dy?”
She had the gall to then put her hand over his hair, messing it around as she smirked. “What’s so bad about being shorter, anyway? I’ll protect you. There’s even a quest for me to do that! And you look cuter this way-”
“Vic.” He uttered, ice in his voice. “You better stop. I’m serious.”
“Sorry.” At least she knew her limits, even though she did enjoy skirting around them. “I can’t imagine what you are feeling right now, but if you overthink it, you will get overwhelmed.”
“Convenient. Just don’t think about it? How am I supposed to-”
“Look, I’m saying this from experience.” She gently straightened his hair. “I know I didn’t swap genders like you- well... ah- it doesn’t matter. Either way, trust me. Sometimes, you just have to go with the flow. Stressing over everything won’t help. How do you think I got over my family?”
“Trust me, focus only on what you can control, yeah?” She untched the pelt of fur around her neck, wrapping it around him as she smiled. “Like not freezing to death… and making a pn.”
‘I’m being silly.’ He had to admit. “You’re right. Thanks… I mean it.” He sighed, putting a hand over hers. Whenever she mentioned her family, he had to make sure she was really okay – not just putting a strong front. “But take your grubby hand off my hair.”
“Yes, yes, little dy.” She chuckled, lowering her arm… only to put it over Alex’s dress. “Also, you might want to close that gap. Sitting cross-legged with that dress? Bold choice.”
“Eh- ah, right.” His cheeks flushed blood red, eyes jumping around the crew to see if anyone had been looking. Thankfully, no one on the boat seemed to care. The merchants were too depressed to pay attention, and the mercenaries all kept to themselves. “So, your quest?”
To say that he was insulted wouldn’t even begin to describe how Alex felt at that moment. He felt like screaming at the sky and ripping his hair out. According to Victoria, she had only one quest – same as him – and it should look somewhat like the following:
<< QUESTS >>
14th of Morning Star, 4E 188Completed Quests, 0/1
Damsel in Distress (Ongoing): Everything happened too rapidly to properly react. Before anyone could understand what was at hand, the city had already been breeched. Now, Wayrest – the capital of Stormhaven – lies ruined. Barynia, its king, has disappeared, and the populous are without leader.
You and a band of local mercenaries have joined arms, escorting a small group of merchants – those few who could pay the fee – out of the ruined city and along the Bjoulsae River. Your destination is just ahead, Evermore, the commercial hub of the surrounding regions.
While on this route, however, you have promised your continued services to a merchant. A woman by the name of Evelyn Montagne, someone who – now penniless – is but a damsel in distress who can’t handle the cold weather. Until you two arrive at Evermore, guarantee that she does not trip towards her own death.
Objectives (0/2):– Keep Evelyn Montagne safe. (Incomplete!)
– Reach the city of Evermore. (Incomplete!)
Secret Objectives (0/?):<< QUESTS — 1/1 >>
“You’ve got the wrong woman.” He denied, nails cwing along the wooden floorboards. “No fucking way this Evelyn Montagne is me, I refuse. My name is Alex, and – most of all – I’m not some French dy.”
“Nope, pretty sure that's you.” Victoria told him, devoid of any mercy. She almost sounded smug. “And it’s a pretty name, so it fits you-”
“Evelyn Montagne.” He mouthed slowly as if tasting its sound, completely ignoring Vic. Not any sooner and he scowled, having found the name unpleasant on his ears. “Damsel in distress? Me? Yeah, right. Evelyn Montagne, hah! Alex wasn’t unisex enough? Too modern?”
He shook his head, chuckling. “I’m sorry Vic, but you’ve really got the wrong person.”
“I’m guessing you haven’t found your journal yet, then.” She quirked an eyebrow, still amused. “I also have a new name, Anora al-Volenfell... and lots of perks too by the looks of it. It's kind of your character sheet in D&D. Go on, look at your journal... Evelyn~”
“Perks? Journal? What the hell is even that-”
<< JOURNAL – GENERAL >>
14th of Morning Star, 4E 188
Name: Evelyn MontagneBirth: 30th of Hearthfire, 4E 169Birthsign: The Lady (!)Race: Breton (!)
Level (0/1000): 0Perk Points: 0
(!) Birthsign – The Lady (!)(More bonuses may be unlocked with Perk Points.)
This one hears the whispers of court – scheming and revelry behind closed doors… Your spirit bespeaks elegance, walker – pillow-soft and dagger-sharp. This one sees… yes, it is the Lady. Her gifts are sweet indeed for those deserving. Patience, caution, foresight. Seek the highest path to earn her protection.
– Lady’s Favor: Healing spells are 10% more effective.
(!) Race – Breton (!)(More bonuses may be unlocked with Perk Points.)
Though your appearance may lean more human, subtle traits – such as softer features, delicate cheekbones, and sensuous lips – indicate your elven ancestry. Breton, from the Ehlnofex ‘beratu’ meaning half, you hail from a long line of interbreeding between the Nedes and Aldmer. You inherit an instinctive and inborn talent for the arcane from your elven blood, while cking the innate weakness of the Altmeri to magical attacks. From your human forefathers, you carry within the tent potential of the Druidic Arts.
– Spell Mantle: Resist magical attacks by 10% more.
<< JOURNAL – 1/3 >>
A piece of parchment unfurled before him, its words dancing in the air pyfully. It looked so innocent despite the weight it held over his immediate future. Alex blinked, eyes slowly reading over his ‘journal.’ His name was Evelyn Montagne, there was no denying it. Not only that, but he – she – was a Breton, whatever that meant, and his Birthsign was The Lady.
‘Good bonuses for a healer…’ He couldn’t help but think. ‘First page out of three?’ The number stood there at the bottom of his journal, ominous. An awful feeling suddenly took hold. He had no idea why, but he didn’t want to read the rest. His gut told him he wouldn’t like it. It wasn’t enough to stop him, though. One way or another, he had to know which cards he’d been dealt with.
<< JOURNAL – PERKS >>
14th of Morning Star, 4E 188Perk Points, 0 Avaible
(!) Proficiency Points abbreviated to PR (!)
Perfect Pussy – Body Perk: Other than the abnormally rge or small, no insertion will ever feel painful or unpleasurable. Your pussy fits perfectly, and no lover of yours shall ever be disappointed. As a side effect, the bigger it is, the more pleasure you may feel.
Requirements: Tight (Body Perk), Stretchy (Body Perk)
Heal Minor Bleeding – Spell Perk: One of the first steps to true healing. Before mending any wound, you must first stop further damage. You now know how to use your Magicka to stop minor bleedings.
Requirements: 5 Healing PR, 1 Perk Point
Mend Minor Wound – Spell Perk: The cornerstone of all healers, from priestesses to all walks of life. You now know how to use your Magicka to mend minor wounds.
Requirements: 5 Healing PR, 1 Perk Point
Purify Water – Spell Perk: An important tool to both alchemists and travelers. Anywhere you go now, so long as there is a source of water, there is drinkable water.
Requirements: 5 Healing PR, 5 Alchemy PR, 1 Perk Point
Healing Saintess – Talent Perk: You understand Healing magic on an instinctual level, seeing beyond what most will ever grasp in their lives. Earn Healing Proficiency Points twice as fast, and any healing spells cast will be 50% more effective and 25% less expensive.
Requirements: 25 Perk Points
The Sly Fox – Talent Perk: Subterfuge, seduction, and sex – it's all the same to you. Your home is at noble courts, behind rolled curtains, and beneath satin sheets... any pce where lips become a bit too loose. Earn Sneak, Speech, and Sex Proficiency Points twice as fast.
Requirements: Silent One (Talent Perk), Charismatic (Talent Perk), Vixen (Talent Perk)
<< JOURNAL – 2/3 >>
"Perfect-" Alex blinked. "Perfect-" He muttered again, staring at the journal as his cheeks blushed. A shiver crawled down his spine, and Vic's warm, fur coat suddenly felt suffocating around him. His legs trembled, but not out of cold, and goosebumps formed on his skin. 'Healer build... the sly fox-' All of his red fgs were raised, arms bring. Page two out three. He was level zero, yet had a deficit of at least 28 Perk Points. Where were they coming from?
"Damn, is it that bad?" Vic asked, but he ignored her. There was still a page left to be read, after all. '28 missing Perk Points. Healer build. The Sly Fox. That perk.' His gut pleaded for him to not turn the page, but he did it anyway. His fears, unfortunately, proved to be true. How could he have forgotten? Skyrim was Vic's favorite game, yes, but it was also the one she had modded with the most 'extra content.'
"Oh."
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