by Shadowfax » May 2nd, 2015, 9:27 pm
Try to relax he had told her. How on earth would she even start to do that when the whole world had gone mad. When the Imperial left, she did heed his advice and slipped her armor off, placing it in a chest at the end of the bed. Her tunic was slightly ripped on the sleeves and the belt around her waist was rather loose due to her weight loss in the last two weeks.
When the Imperial returned, she grabbed one of the bowls of stew he had placed on the table and heaved a low sigh when he asked how she got to Skyrim. She felt like it was time she atleast tried to tell someone, but was fully prepared for him to laugh or think her mad.
"I didn't come here by choice" She began, lowering her fork from her mouth. "I came through an Oblivion gate which opened up somewhere over towards, Riften? I think that was the name of the city it was near to anyway. I got trapped there when Martyn tried to close the gates back in Cyrodil. We all fought hard to fight the daedra and Mythic Dawn back, but when.. When Martyn went to close the gate back in the city... I got grabbed by some sort of claw and dragged back into the Oblivion gate. Luckily, I managed to fight off the ones that were on the other side, but when I turned to leave... The gate had sealed me in Oblivion.... For a fortnight I managed to stay alive, eating rats and finding rare pools of water which wasn't foul. I was walking towards one of the towers the other day when I noticed that there was a flickering and a Oblivion gate was forming to Tamriel. I managed to get through it and... that's how I ended up here." She finished, taking a bite out of her stew again, just waiting for the Imperial to laugh or call her insane.