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Whispered memories describing where the Thalmor had holed up with their prisoner danced around Astaria's mind as she once again descended the mountain, albeit only partially this time.
Finally spotting the abandoned Imperial fort the innkeeper had described Astaria raced over, heart pounding in her chest.
As her hand brushed the worn wood of the door the obvious nearly punched her in the face, what would she do if she found the Thalmor here? She wasn't this tales of old hero... she was a sheltered little half-Nord child with no real fighting skills and only a handful of low level spells in her arsenal. The Thalmor would likely take her too, cut off her ears just as they did her father and mother... and interrogate her for answers she did not know until her dying breath.
Paralyzed by fear Astaria nearly turned back around, absorbing the fact that the only thing she was good at was running, the only things she had ever been good at. But then she heard them. The terrible awful screams of a man that had been broken over and over again. The screams reminded her of what these bastards had done and suddenly there was fire in Astaria's veins, white hot fire and the rest was a blur until she came across the source of the screams.
"Are you okay?" she whispered breathlessly, her body wasn't used to fighting and her magicka supply was depleting rapidly.
"When I get free I'll tear every one of you limb from limb on my way out," the man seethed without looking up, he certainly had the build to back up his words. Each limb was encased in carefully crafted muscles that must've taken years of training to build up.
"I'm offended that you would ever lump me in with those spineless pieces of scum" Astaria responded taking a step forward into the light. She attempted to throw a bit of humor into her voice to ease the tension but her words came out more shaky than anything.
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Falkreath held no real answers apart from pointing Astaria in the direction of Ivarstead. Climbing the mountainous terrain put aches in Astaria's bones like none she had ever felt before, her rage was starting to abide and with it her motivation to find this mysterious stranger. She had been convincing herself he was the reason she was running all around Skyrim, when in reality it was for the possibility of running into the Thalmor she craved.
She pushed on, delighting in the creatures she came across and taking in the scenery. It's the most she had ever explored in her life. Before, she had been contented with her simple, and slightly sheltered life. But that had been when the comfort of her mother's company had kept her naïve. Melancholy thoughts swarmed her mind as she walked into Vilemyr inn, seeking rest and perhaps more rumors to guide her path.
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"Did you hear about the Thalmor ripping through here on their way to Falkreath?"
"Pigs. Never any respect for anyone or anything, not even themselves. What new 'traitor' were they after this time?"
"Some red eyed warrior, they didn't offer many details on why they were after him. Something to do with daedra."
Rage filled Astaria's heart still, days after she had heard about the Thalmor in Riverwood. That rage pushed Astaria into the town of graves searching for answers about the ones who had slit her father's throat. Who knows maybe she would recruit this alleged red eyed daedra worshiper to her cause.
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After finding Hadvar on the brink of death and using a healing spell Astaria guides Hadvar down the mountain back to the safety of Riverwood.
"So what happened back there?" Astaria asks, curiosity coating her words.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try me."
"A dragon attacked us, Ulfric escaped, if you hadn't found me when you did I would've bled out from that stab wound."
"...You're right I don't believe you," or rather, she didn't want to.
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After receiving an urgent letter Astaria headed to Riverwood to speak to Advor about his missing nephew Hadvar, a childhood friend of hers. Advor's daughter, Dorthe catches her before she has a chance to make her way into their house, pleading with Astaria to help them find Hadvar.
"He's been missing since he got stationed at Helgen, he should've been back by now!" Dorthe nearly sobs, wiping the wet fallen tears off of her chubby freckled cheeks. Looking over the girl's head Astaria catches Advor's eye as he grimly nods, silently begging her look for his favorite nephew.
"Okay, okay... I'll make my way there, don't worry I'm sure he just took the scenic route... you know how he is."
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In a different time maybe we would've met here....
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