Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150613171809/@comment-5583506-20150614224937

The hills and mountains surrounding Chorrol made her feel like she was back at home in the Reach, although she hadn't been there for ages. When the Orcs had started to push into the western regions of Skyrim, her people had conducted acts of guerilla warfare against them, using the cliffs and rocks to their advantage.

Her parents, who wanted her to have no part in the battles, implored her to leave the Reach. Her older brothers had all been slain and she was now their last living child, and so they had no intention of watching her get killed as well. She had left the Reach when she was sixteen and travelled to Solitude where she had infiltrated the populace, acting like a common cutthroat instead of a feared "Forsworn".

In order to earn gold for the day she had sought out an employment in a mercenary crew aboard a ship named The Crowfodder. The captain wouldn't have her unless she agreed to spend a night with him. And that she did. It hadn't exactly been the way she had expected to lose her virginity, but from that day forward she knew how to manipulate him... as long as she kept visiting his cabin. Eventually it got to the point where he announced to his motley crew that if anything was ever to happen to him, Elda, or "Cat", as they referred her as due to her last name, would be in command.

Strangely enough the captain drowned after falling off the ship whilst intoxicated just a few days afterwards. And just like that she had taken control of the crew and the ship. She didn't miss him. Not the least. He had a rather... strange appetite when it came to lovemaking... And even in private he wasn't kind to her.

Good riddance, she reflected.

During the years she spent aboard The Crowfodder she had learned how to sail and master the short sword in both hands. Though she never stopped missing the feeling of two handaxes in her palms. And now the ship was a wreck among the cliffs of the coasts of Anvil... and the crew was most likely dead. For some reason she couldn't remember she had chosen to sail from Solitude to Daggerfall. And on top of it all she had survived the wreck and managed to stay alive whilst underwater. It was all rather strange, but she expected that her urgent reason and decision would reveal itself once she got there.

She began to climb some mossy cliffs towering up above the Colovian valley. She had a long way to go, but knowing her upraising in the Reach, she reckoned that it couldn't be too hard. She had as much as experience with mountains as she had with the sea, after all...