Greetings, and thank you for taking the time to read. Name's Alexianna by the way, or just call me Lexia. Either works. As promised, I will now begin in higher detail about how I ended up in Skyrim, and my journies thus far. So let's begin, shall we.
My story starts in Bruma, in Cyrodil, you know that small Nordic little village just over the border to Skyrim. If not, allow me to explain. Bruma is a small walled town, coated with a thick blanket of snow most of the year. Maybe has a month at most where there is none. Three districts, the west district where you'll find your markets, stores, inn, and smith. The east district is almost entirely a residential area with a single small pub close to the east gate into and out of town. Then you have the count's palacewhich sits just beyond the west district. Well the day I decided to leave the "Cozy little Hamlet" of Bruma started pretty normal, for the most part anyways. Woke up, ate breakfast, and made my way out into the market. Preparing for a day of work, if you could call in that. Being a serving girl at any inn or tavern can be a pain in the ass, and the pay, five septims a day. Yeah. Well in any case, little did I know that day would end differently, and me on the run for my life, because about mid-day I was on break, and I try myself with the flute during my free time, so I was sitting at one of the tables, practicing when this elderly male walks in, had the looks of a mage, wearing blue robes. Yet oddly he wore steels gauntlets and boots, a mace on hip, and an amulet of the divine god Stendarr. I shrugged it off, as it isn't that unusual to see such sites living so close to the border. I did notice he was giving me a rather hateful glare as he walked through the door. Again I shrugged it off, typical nordic attitude. Well, after he had spoken to the inn keep for a bit he approaches me, giving me a look over like he's studying me. My first instinct was to give him a wallop over the head, but you know I couldn't exactly attack a customer, after all I worked at the shit hole. Job's a job. Next thing I know the bastard grasps his mace, yelling out about me being a daedra. Yeah, great, another dick head who hates something for even existing. Not all daedra are evil, and I'm only half, and all I wanted was to live in peace without ridicule, not my fault my mother was raped by a daedra and I was the outcome. But the bastard had to go and attack me, and I as I shouldn't have retaliated with soul devouring spell. Letting my temper get the better of me, because I killed the old bastard when I only intended to scare oblivion out of him. Well, needless to say, this is when it spread through town of what I was, hard to believe that after so many years of being a good citizens and you slip up even once in self defense, then everyone suddenly despises the fact you exist, you're an abomination. I ended up chased out of town, never in my life did I think I would have to leave my quiet life behind. But the chase didn't end at the gates, and being so close to the border to Skyrim, pretty clear I would lose the guard at the border, after all. Skyrim was out of imperial jurisdiction all together, or so I thought. Any how, not long after crossing I run into a small group of soldiers, bluish armor, seemed to be a uniform so guessed they were some military force and decided to travel with them for a while. Unfortunately, not long after we ended up ambushed by imperial legionairs. Wonderful, right? Out of the frying pan, and into the fire. Wait, it gets better because after killing a off a few of them they still managed to over power us and we're thrown onto a cart and hauled off to this small town called Helgen to be executed. Today is just not my day, what's next?, Dragons? I thought. Oh how right I would find out I was, because about the time I am about to get an imperial hair cut from the "barber" a dragon attacks out of nowhere. Black as night, eyes as red as rubies. Damn thing burned Helgen to the ground by the time it took me to make it to the keep, luckily I encountered no resistance due to the dragon being a huge distraction, evidently one of the members of the group I had met after crossing had done the same and managed to undo his binds. I met him at the door and we both went in. I think he went by Ralof, but either way good people because he cut my binds, and helped with the escape. After a few legionairs, spiders and a bear we made it out in one piece.