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Torn from Earth and brought to a bizarre land filled with swords, magic, dragons, and over-zealous slavers, Sian Elizabeth Fraser faces a destiny she could only have imagined in her deepest, darkest fever dreams.

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Sian's story part 18 - The Seven Thousand Step Plan

I know that I am the Dragonborn, slayer of dragons, devour-er of their souls. But after a dragon saved me from slavery for the second time, I was beginning to feel downright grateful to them. Given the choice, I might have been tempted to take the dragons' side.   Jordy kept me as his house pet (although I've never thought of using a cat in the ways he used me) for a few weeks, then sold me to a customer in exchange for a lode of ebony (which, in fairness, I would have been tempted to

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Sian's Story part 17 - A Fistful of Straw

The shop was soon full of my creations, and I felt like a proud mamma as people perused my wares. I felt a thrill the first time one of my weapons sold. It was a pretty dagger (if I do say so myself). I had used it to experiment with etching the metal, so the blade was covered with random designs. The customer was a woman who saw it in the display case and thought it would be a wonderful gift for her eight-year-old daughter.   Well, of course. What eight-year-old doesn't need a needle-

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Sian's Story part 16 - Forging Ahead

What is it about some people that makes them refuse to take a hint? Or even a direct statement?   "Why do you always wear this thing?" Demming asked me, flipping the hood of my robe.   I scowled at him. "You know why. I have a big, ugly scar."   "So you say. Prove it. Show me yours and I'll show you mine." He grinned and pushed his hips forward. Jesus.   "Go away, Demming. I'm trying to work."   Three months of this shit. I had to remind myself t

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Sian's Story part 15 - Free At Last! Sort Of...

I spent some time with the Julian monks that rescued me but left as soon as I felt able since they clearly felt uncomfortable having a woman in their midst. It had been a few weeks since the death of my former master, and I still harbored mixed feelings about the entire affair. It was like when I took a trip to Paraguay before my junior year of college - after three months, coming home to "normal" was almost as big of a culture shock as when I had arrived in Asunción. Likewise, having freedom to

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Sian's Story part 14 - Enter the Daedra

When I woke up, my arms and legs were bound together behind me and a log gag was pressed between my teeth. I felt a thrill of contradicting emotions.   The first was fear. I hadn't tasted the whip in months. I was not looking forward to its sting.   The second, and stronger, was shame; clearly I had done something very wrong. It had been a very long time since my master had bound me so restrictively. I must have overslept! My poor master! No wonder he was punishing me! I dese

Sian's Story part 13 - Emptiness is an Emotion

What happened next was completely my fault. I should have known he would be in a bad mood because he always was when he met with one of the commanders. I waited until he had had a few drinks - my second mistake - before I told him. He went apoplectic and gave me the worst beating I have ever had. I tried to cower, but he yanked on my chain to drag me up to meet his fists over and over. I spent the night huddled in my own blood and had difficulty even standing the next morning. But I had to stand

Sian's Story part 12 - A Lost Year

I spent roughly a year as Oron Piour's personal slave. He was some sort of Imperial army courier superintendent. His job was to make sure the courier lines in the southern holds of Skyrim remained working, to replace couriers that had been killed, to kill those that had tried to go AWOL, and just to keep everything running smoothly. My job was to carry stuff, set up and tear down his camp, and get fucked whenever he felt the need. If we came across Imperial encampments and spent the night there,

Sian's story part 11 - Let's Talk About Slavery, Shall We?

Slaves are a common sight around Skyrim. Almost always completely naked, save for various implements of duress and the ubiquitous collars, you can find them everywhere, in every town, city, inn, farm, camp...slavery is so prevalent that even questioning someone about it brings about confused looks. I bring this up because we’re about to the point of my first year of enslavement. I don’t want to spend a lot of time on it – the painful parts are too painful and the other parts are just a lot of wa

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Sian's Story part 10 - Fourteen Days

What happens next is pretty well known by now. Hell, you've probably heard it so much that you feel like you have done the exact same thing yourself several times. So I won't bore you with the details – I’ll just highlight a few things since rumor has already begun to fester into fact. Also, I’d like to remind you that all of this happened in a mere fourteen days. My entire life changed in just two weeks. A fucking fortnight, if you prefer.   Helgen I got to Helgen about fifteen m

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Sian's story part 9 - Behold the Fucking Dragonborn

I have no idea how long I was unconscious. I woke in a soft bed. My body ached, I felt dehydrated, and nothing looked familiar. For a brief moment I thought I was back in my dorm room, and my friends had pulled some sort of elaborate joke. But after sitting up - easier said than done, that day - I realized I was still in Skyrim. I was dressed in soft robes. The leather armor was gone but I saw, hanging over a chair beside the bed, a different outfit altogether, made of fur and metal. Fur boots s

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Sian's story part 8 - Innocence, You're Alone Here

It took another day and a half to reach Riverwood, though this time it was through civilized lands – a wide, packed road surrounded by farms and pastures, with plenty of traffic protected by gobs of guards and soldiers. I passed a large walled city (Whiterun, I was told, though the person who told me seemed incredulous that I wouldn’t know that already) and then came to a crossroads. I asked the guard stationed there which path to take to Riverwood. He pointed but added, "But you don't want to g

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Sian's story part 7 - Blood On My Hands (and Knees)

I started out the next day by misunderstanding the directions I was given and taking the wrong road. Instead of a nice, smooth, well-traveled road filled with merchants (and their guards), virtually guaranteed to be bandit-free, I found myself on a narrow, rugged track that looked less used by the mile. I don’t know what sort of stubborn mindset kept me from turning around since it was clearly the wrong way. I suppose it had to do with my wish to get to Riverwood (and therefore home, as I had, a

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Sian's story part 6 - Missed the Bus

The snowstorm was gone the next morning…as was the cart. I asked around in growing desperation only to learn that the transport service did not keep permanent residence in Winterhold. As it was explained to me, they pulled out when the livery stables were destroyed along with three-quarters of the city during some semi-recent event involving the nearby magic college. It had been impossible to tell the day before, but in the clear light (or, more accurately, clear precipitation) of day, the effec

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Sian's story part 5 - You Say Winterhold, I Say Winter Cold

Winterhold is 120ish miles from Windhelm and half of it passes through rugged ice-covered mountains. Walking that far in those conditions smacked of suicide to me so I ponied up eighty of my precious gold pieces for the taxi service – an open-air horse-drawn wagon. I spent the rest on furs and food and was glad I did – the trip took nearly three days of freezing cold.   The wagon travelled through the days but stopped well before dusk so camp could be set up before night fell. Further,

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Sian's story part 4 - Pare for the Course

I can't say I'm fond of Pare.  But that's not really news - very very few people are. My first impressions of him have only grown more pronounced the few times I have seen him since that first visit to Windhelm.   He wasn’t hard to find. Candlehearth Hall’s common room is on the second floor and full of people, but one single inquiry gave me rolled eyes and a finger pointed directly at a sallow-skinned elf (I didn’t know he was an elf – or that elves even existed – at that point, but I

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Sian's Story part 3 - We're On the Road to Windhelm

My first car was a 2003 Honda Accord. It was about as basic a car as you could find - the most advanced technology it had was power windows. Its one nod to luxury was a sunroof that I almost never opened because it was too hot in the summer and too cold in the winter. It did make the car feel more spacious inside than it really was, though.   I bring this up because nothing makes one appreciate modern technology more than the absence of it. The distance from Shor’s Stone to Windhelm is

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Sian's story part 2 - You Don't Have to Axe Me Twice

I’ve learned some important lessons in my life. One of those lessons is this: pumps, no matter their designer, are among the worst choices you can make for running from homicidal maniacs through woods.   I mean, granted, that probably seems obvious. Having had occasion to attempt such a feat, though, I can confirm the theory true.   Here’s what happened: I left the cave and found myself on a the side of a rocky hill looking over a rugged valley. It was quite beautiful. A path

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Sian's Story part 1 - This Party Sucks

Greetings. No one from my old life would believe the things written in this journal, but that’s quite beside the point, seeing as how none of them will ever read it. I don’t even know why I’m writing it, save to remind myself from time to time that I was once someone else, and that my former life was not a dream.   My name is Sian Elizabeth Fraser. I was a pharmacy student at the Ohio State University, once upon a time, and once upon a different world. It was near the end of the winter

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