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The journey from Vvardenfell to Solstheim was short, leaving hardly any time to come to terms with the task set to him. Ralen Telvanni, filled with sorrow from leaving his home land, rarely left his private cabin. His guard and friend of many years stood patiently outside, waiting for him to emerge. He was prone to melancholy, so it was not unusual. However he would usually have emerged already. Concerned for his welfare, Luscinia tried to tempt him out. 'It's a beautiful day Ralen, you can see Solstheim in the distance. Please come out, you need some fresh air.' 'No. I just want some time to think.' 'You've been thinking for too long, com

Part One When a person is kept isolated for an extended period of time, their mind tends to wander. In the darkness of the urn Rima's mind had wandered. It had taken strolls down Memory Lane, sharp turns onto Where Did I Go Wrong Avenue and peaceful meanders through In Hindsight This Wasn't Such a Good Idea Street. Her knees were pressed uncomfortably against her chin, her arms wrapped around them. Every so often she would shift slightly, rest her head against her knees, then against the walls of her confines. The Draugr had begun to shuffle less. By the sound of it some of them had shuffled off in search of her. Others had resolved to stay

Well shit, Rima thought as she raced through a corridor in Forelhost. The sound of Draugr behind her motivated greater speed from her burning legs. Rima was not an accomplished warrior. She wasn't a powerful mage. Rima Valens was, for lack of a more poignant term,  a criminal. Her story is one that cannot be romanticised in any way, shape or form. Life in Cyrodiil had gotten tough with the Aldmeri Dominion running the show. Being in Bruma had meant she was closer to Skyrim's border than Hammerfell's. Sure, being in the Redguard's homeland would be better than the frigid wastes of Skyrim. Though if life had taught Rima one thing: it was that