Elder Scrolls True Daughter of Skyrim

[Level up 9]

Name: Ellehish

Age: 17 (19 mentally)

MP: 884

Combat Skills

Spear: 34

Swordsmanship: 26

Archery: 11

Sneak: 19

Unarmed: 12

Alchemy: 6

Speech: 25

Form: Teen Wolf Variant (Alpha Eyes: Bright Blue) Boosts to Strength, Speed, Agility, Hearing, and Smell Pack Members Total: 4 (4 lost)

Magical Skills

Illusion: 28

Destruction: 28

Green Lady Magic: 24

Conjuration: 20

Restoration: 29

Spells List

SunFire

Frost

Flame

Lesser Ward Spell

Vine Trap / Vine Impale

Healing Hand (touch-based, slow heal)

Summon Forest Familiar (Lesser Nature Daedra)

Summon Flame Atronach

Summon Frost Atronach

Abilities

Cleaning Touch (1-Month Cooldown)

Taboo Collector (Collect "samples" from creatures to gain abilities; must store & use with Cleaning Touch)

Butchery (Novice) – basic hides/pelts/organs

Crafting (Novice)

Elder Blood Power

Teleport Mastery: 7

Planes Walking Mastery: 2

Perks / Marks / Blessings

Frost Resistance: 25%

Frost Empowerment: +15% damage from frost spells

Snow Elf: +50 MP (Base)

Elder Blood: +50 MP (Base)

Green Lady Initiate: +20 MP (Base)

Mark of Sanguine: Rose birthmark, increases lustful aura & makes summons appear more alluring

Mark of Dibella: Lily birthmark, enhances personal beauty & makes summons aesthetically graceful

Mark of Yavanna (Blessing of the Green) +30% total MP -25% magicka cost for Nature-based spells +15% magicka regeneration in verdant areas Heightened awareness of nearby plant life

STORE

Gold septims: 120

Spell Tomes Tab

Books & Maps Tab

Weapons Tab

Daedra Corpses: 6 (including 1 Balrog)

Black Soul Gems (Full): 8

Donation Tab (mostly empty)

Storage Upgrades

Living Storage: Now can store living creatures safely inside your mindscape

Weight Reduction: Items in storage reduced to ~10% of actual weight

(Gained 4 levels. Base MP rose by 80 (4 levels × 20 each) to 560, plus inherited Snow Elf/Elder Blood/Green Lady bonus (total 680), then boosted an extra +30% via Yavanna's Blessing for 884 MP overall. remember always show your work)

I arrived in a swirl of crimson energy, the cave's damp air hitting me full in the face. A musty smell invaded my nose, a mix of old decay and stale mildew. I remembered this place, the stone walls dripping with condensation, the floor littered with bones from Mannimarco's experiments. Over a year ago, I'd been here, barely surviving. Now I was back.

My boots crunched on a scattered ribcage, bone fragments snapping under my weight. I glanced around, half-expecting some sign of necromancy, but no obvious runes or glyphs were lighting up the walls. If Mannimarco and Pelinal Whitestrake had finished their battle here, I couldn't tell who'd won. Probably nobody. Both of those monsters always found ways to come back.

A low growl sounded deeper in the cave, echoing off the narrow passageway. An old, familiar annoyance. Goblins. I'd bet all the gold in my storage they'd taken up residence once Mannimarco's presence vanished. They always slink into empty ruins like cockroaches.

 The corridor twisted left, then opened into a wide chamber. Sure enough, a gaggle of goblins were scuttling around a makeshift fire pit, rummaging through old crates. One of them held a shiny femur bone, smacking it against a chest lid as if checking for hidden loot.

Watching them hammered home just how disgusting I found these creatures. Maybe it was petty, but I'd seen that anime with horrifying goblins once, and ever since, I couldn't stand the sight of them. They might be smaller and less threatening than some foes I've faced but my blood boiled just the same. I knew I was a pervert that had drawn many slightly fucked up things, but I never used goblins and even with the taboo collector I'm sure they didn't have anything I would need, ever.

A few of them noticed me. Their sharp, guttural squeals filled the air, and they scrambled to grab weapons fashioned from rusty scraps of metal. One stepped forward, baring yellowed teeth, drool dripping from its crooked maw. Another yanked out a bone club as if that'd scare me off. They obviously had no idea who they were dealing with.

"I'm in no mood for this," I muttered. 

The first goblin lunged. I side-stepped it, hearing a loud squeal as it stumbled past. I drew on the flame spell, flicking a small burst of fire straight into its back. The goblin shrieked, toppling face-first onto the stone. The others snarled, but I leveled them with a cold red glowing glare. Fire licked around my fingertips, dancing in the half-light.

They charged all at once, spurred on by numbers. Too bad for them, numbers weren't enough. A swift combination of well-placed spells and a few quick stabs ended their feeble attack before it really began. I watched them collapse, greenish blood spattering across the cavern floor.

When it was over, only silence remained. Smoke drifted from scorched corpses, the pungent stench making my nose wrinkle. I kicked aside a broken blade. "That was a waste of time," I muttered, stepping over a goblin's body. Part of me felt a little proud, not because I enjoyed slaughtering living creatures, but because it reminded me how far I'd come. Once upon a time, I might've hesitated. Now, after everything I've been through in these 2 years after coming to this world for the first time, goblins felt like pests. 

I took a moment to poke around the chamber, half-hoping there might be something valuable left behind. Crates, rotting barrels, piles of gnawed bones, nothing that caught my eye. If Mannimarco stashed anything worth taking, it sure wasn't here. Maybe he never got the chance to. Or maybe Pelinal destroyed it all in the fight. 

Exhaling, I pushed further into the tunnel, stepping around old skeletons. Everything looked deserted except for the scattered trash of goblin squatters. Dealing with Mannimarco or Pelinal now would be… complicated. I had enough on my plate. 

I smirked and kept going, Let the bones and ashes stay buried. I had a life to get back to. The sooner I was out of these damp tunnels, the sooner I could figure out my next move. As I walked out of this place.

The cave's entrance was behind me, and I turned for one last look at its dark, jagged mouth. "I'm done with you," I muttered under my breath. The vines on my arm flared to life, glowing an emerald green that pulsed in time with my heartbeat. I let my Green Lady magic flow out, coaxing the surrounding rock and earth to shift.

A low groan rumbled through the ground. I lifted my arm. Slowly, the stone and soil responded, sealing the opening with thick roots and packed dirt. It felt like tugging on a stubborn weed, but eventually, the entrance collapsed in on itself, hidden behind a web of twisted vines and loose rubble. Satisfied, I cut off the magic. The glow faded, leaving only faint traces of green swirling around my wrist.

"Good riddance," I said to the now-blocked cavern. Stepping aside, I called Sienna from my mindscape. She appeared in a small ripple of energy, ears twitching as she caught sight of the thick forest around us.

"Easy, girl," I murmured, stroking her neck. She bobbed her head like she was saying hello, and I couldn't help but smile. This new upgrade was making my life easier now, and I was so glad I had it.

I swung onto her back, letting out a slow breath. The air was crisp, and the sun was just peeking through the canopy. "Time to head to the guild," I said softly, nudging Sienna into a calm trot. There was no rush. And I knew the way there thankfully. Just a long road ahead.

As we moved, my thoughts wandered. In my storage, I carried Awalion's body along with the black soul gem that held her soul. I wanted her back. She'd taught me so much. She deserved a second chance if such a thing was even possible. But resurrecting someone like that wasn't simple. The necromancers might've done it in some twisted way, but I'd never trust anything connected to necromancy. I'd rather find a god or a powerful wizard who could restore her properly.

Still, that meant finding someone willing to help. Not many folks are thrilled about ripping souls out of gems and putting them back into dead bodies. I wasn't sure what shape Awalion's spirit had taken after everything that happened. I just knew I couldn't keep her locked away forever.

And then there was Arnovia. How the hell was I supposed to break into a Daedric prince's domain without an invitation? Sure, I had some knowledge of plane-walking from my Elder Blood, but just warping into Sheogorath's living room sounded like the best way to get turned into cheese. Or worse.

My mind buzzed with all the tasks I'd set for myself. Bringing Awalion back, finding Arnovia, dealing with my own Falmer heritage… The list went on. Aruzhan was with me, at least in spirit. Though she'd been pretty since we got back, but then again only recently did she talk to me overall. Maybe she was busy tinkering with potions in our mindscape.

Sienna's hooves clopped against the dirt, and the rhythmic sound helped me relax. The forest around us wasn't too thick, mostly patches of oaks and maples that eventually gave way to rolling fields. I figured it'd be a few hours' ride before I reached the Imperial City, maybe longer if I took my time. 

I stroked Sienna's mane as we reached a gentle slope, the sun warming my face. "One step at a time," I whispered. There was a lot to handle, and I couldn't fix everything overnight. But for now, I was heading toward civilization with a plan, fuzzy as it was.

A breeze rustled the trees, carrying the smell of damp leaves and fresh earth. The faint glow of the vine-mark on my arm settled back to normal. With a final glance over my shoulder, toward the rocky hill that held the now-sealed cavern. I urged Sienna onward, letting the road unspool in front of us.

***In Other Realms***

Sanguine felt a strange ripple stir through the threads of existence. At first, he paid it little heed. After all, mortals wandered in and out of his notice all the time. Yet this was something different, something old and oddly familiar. It took a moment for him to place it, but when he did, a sly grin tugged at his lips. It was the little snow elf. Her bloodline was rare, and her past intriguing. He almost thought she had disappeared forever, devoured by another prince's realm or lost in oblivion somewhere.

He rose from his chaise in the grand hall of his private domain. Bottles clinked around him, nearly tipping over, but he caught one with a languid flick of his wrist. A succulent scent of spiced wine drifted in the air. Normally, he liked to stay lounging there, half in the throes of never-ending revelry. Yet this fresh wave of awareness made him sit upright. Something about the old brand he had placed on her, long before she was even aware, called out to him. But there was another mark on her aura too, something he did not recognize right away.

Dibella had put her own mark on the snow elf, that much he remembered. Dibella, in her own way, was trying to make the elf a representative of beauty and passion. Sanguine had wanted to show Dibella that lust, in its more raw forms, had its own kind of beauty.

Corruption was such a strong word. He preferred to call it "enlightening" about carnal delights, teaching them there was more to desire than the gentle pursuits Dibella typically favored. But now there was a third presence, a power not quite Y'ffre, yet equally old. That was intriguing.

He didn't know what it was, though. Could it be that the elf had stumbled upon some rival spirit or ancient force?

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, recalling how few untainted snow elves remained. Those hidden in the caverns of Skyrim had changed into wretched, twisted creatures. But the pure-bloods that survived were rarer still. He had counted them on one hand. 

There were two females. And three males still alive including Ellehish.

He sipped from a goblet, recalling how that elf had eventually discovered both marks and sought a way to shield herself. Some elven craftsman, or craftswoman, created a pendant to protect her from the Daedric influences. That had been about a year ago, but time flowed strangely for immortals.

A year felt like a swift heartbeat to him. Still, he had wondered if she had been lost in some corner of Oblivion or taken by another prince, perhaps Hircine. He knew Hircine always kept an eye on special prey, and a pure-blooded snow elf would be a fine prize for his eternal hunts.

Now, Sanguine's suspicions were confirmed: the elf still lived. She was out there. The brand that called to him was fainter than before, thanks to that pendant. But it flared with just enough intensity that he couldn't ignore it. As he delved deeper into the sense of her aura, he frowned.

That other unknown brand was powerful. It reminded him of Y'ffre's dominion over nature, yet it was definitely different. Whatever it was, it felt old as the earth itself. Fascinating.

He reclined again, swirling the drink in his cup while thinking of ways to test the waters. He had never spoken to her personally. She had never been in his realm. But an opportunity to amuse himself presented itself.

If he couldn't call her to him directly, maybe he could plant a little seed of curiosity in her mind. Something that would draw her closer to his influence, and maybe give him a glimpse of what that new mark truly was.

He turned to one of his devoted Daedric seducers, a sensuous figure with a sly smile and eyes that danced with cunning. He'd had her in mind before for such tasks.

"You," he said, gesturing with a lazy wave of his hand. "I have a book for you to deliver. It's a conjuration tome, of you, in particular. I want it placed somewhere she can find it. Perhaps a merchant in a nearby city. Maybe have one of my cultists sell it to her."

The seducer bowed low, excitement gleaming in her eyes, for she relished the chance to ensnare mortals with forbidden lust and Taboo's. Sanguine closed his eyes for a moment, imagining how the snow elf would react. She would spot that conjuration spell, and notice that it was unlike most simple incantations.

If she dared to call forth the seductive Daedra, well, that would be all the opening Sanguine needed. He couldn't wait to see how the elf's new brand would react. Was it a sign that someone else held some claim on her? Was it a cosmic rivalry in the making? He grinned, already picturing the turmoil it might cause. And if the snow elf had kept her old pendant, perhaps it would dim his hold again, but just enough to keep the game interesting. He thought as he was fondling the Daedra's ass.

At last, he lifted the goblet to his lips once more, swallowing a hearty drink. Leaning back, he waved his seducer away to carry out the plan. Then he settled in, letting his eyes drift shut as he savored the prospect of a grand new spectacle unfolding. Sanguine loved a good show, and this one had all the right elements.

**elsewhere**

Dibella stood in her realm, admiring the play of light across the surface of the floating crystals she so dearly loved. Each crystal emitted a soft glow, like shards of living starlight drifting lazily through an endless sky. Occasionally, a ripple of color would pass across their surfaces, sending sparkling reflections dancing over the smooth marble floors below. This was her domain, a place of refined elegance and serene beauty. She took pride in its splendor, for it was a reflection of her very essence.

All at once, something tugged at her senses. A faint pulse of energy told her that the one she and Sanguine had marked had returned. A gentle smile curved her lips, for she remembered the elf. Dibella also felt the presence of a new mark on the elf, woven into her aura like a gleaming thread. Some Daedric Princes might have bristled with jealousy at such a sign, but Dibella only saw the beauty in it. The unknown brand's power was old, ancient like Y'ffre, yet not quite the same. Its mystery intrigued her.

She ran slender fingers through her hair, allowing her thoughts to wander to other matters for a moment. Word had reached her about what happened with the new Sheogorath, how a bitter ending had come to the once-beloved relationship that bound the snow elf. Some might think Dibella was heartless for finding it beautiful rather than tragic, but she cared only for the deeper artistry of creation, passion, and even heartbreak.

All forms of love carried a certain elegance in her eyes. And that sorrowful end had its own form of splendor. A single tear could reflect as much light as a sparkling gem, and for Dibella, that was enough.

She stepped away from the gleaming crystals, gliding across her marble hall to a tall, arched window. Outside, gentle golden clouds drifted around the realm's distant boundaries. Somewhere out there, the Prince of the Hunt lingered with watchful eyes.

The news that he had taken an interest in the snow elf did not surprise her. After all, this elf is beautiful, a rarity in a world that had nearly forgotten the true glory of the old snow elves. Strength of spirit always drew attention, especially from beings who thrived on the chase.

Yet, that was hardly her main concern right now. Dibella turned her thoughts to Y'ffre. The goddess of nature had a keen interest in mortals who held a strong bond to nature, and the elf had been guided by Awalion in the ways of becoming a Green Lady. It seemed that life and fate had worked together to mold the snow elf into an even more ideal vessel for that role.

With the addition of this new mark, whatever its source might be, Dibella suspected it would only make the elf's candidacy shine brighter. A curious mixture of mortal grace, ancient lineage, and magical potential made her stand out like a rare jewel.

Dibella decided then and there that she would speak with Y'ffre. They were not always aligned, but they respected one another's power and domain. She felt she owed her kinsmen that much, ancient elves still held a place in her heart, if only because their devotion to art, music, and beauty had once been unparalleled. 

With a last contemplative glance at the drifting crystals overhead, she left the chamber to prepare. The light caught in her hair and shimmered across the thin robes as she moved, trailing a faint perfume of roses behind her. She would see Y'ffre soon, share her observations, and perhaps gain more insight into that intriguing mark.

Her footsteps echoed softly as she passed through corridors of flawless stone, each corner lit by a hovering orb of gentle radiance. As many of her followers who had died found themselves here, working on art. Though this realm rarely knew turmoil, even the slight tensions of the outside world.

The new Sheogorath, the sudden reappearance of the snow elf, the Prince of the Hunt's interest, felt like subtle tremors of change. Dibella thrived on such changes, especially if they hinted at fresh passions and new forms of beauty. In her mind, heartbreak could be as beautiful as joy, so long as it was genuinely felt.

 They had all played a part in a bittersweet drama that was both terrible and, in its own way, breathtaking. So many broken pieces forming a mosaic of love, madness, and regret, how could she not see the artistry in that?

And so, with every confident step, Dibella set forth to find Y'ffre, leaving behind her luminous realm of floating crystals and golden clouds. She relished the feeling of moving from one moment of splendor to the next, always certain that no matter how events unfolded, beauty would be found in every turn of fate.