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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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1365 - Out of Time and Place (Sian’s story)

The pickaxe digs into the crevice. I try to twist it but it is so heavy. My breathing comes in wheezes as the dusty air fills my lungs breath after breath. It takes five more strikes for a small chunk of ore to tumble to the ground at my feet. I absently push it to one side with my foot but have to take a moment to try to catch my breath before locking my eyes on the next spot. Just as I start the downswing, the horn blares. I drop the pickaxe and bend to gather my ore.   It is a small
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1365 - Out of Time and Place (Sian’s story)

The pickaxe digs into the crevice. With a practiced twist, I remove the axe while widening the hole. After two more strikes, a chunk of ore two handspans long tumbles to the ground at my feet. I absently push it to one side with my foot, already locking my eyes on the next spot.   Just as I start the downswing, the horn blares. I drop the pickaxe and bend to gather my ore. It makes a knee high stack - master will be pleased. He moves along the line now, stopping at each worker, countin
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1365 - Out of Time and Place (Sian’s story)

The pickaxe digs into the crevice. I twist it back and forth until it comes out. Finally it comes free, along with a small chunk of ore. I pick it up and examine it, then try to set it on my pile, only to discover I no longer have a pile. Someone has stolen my ore.   I look around and note the slave next to me, 957, has a suspiciously large amount of ore. But then the horn sounds and I cannot do anything about it. I drop the pickaxe and bend to gather my single chunk. The mine superint
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1365 - Out of Time and Place (Sian’s story)

The pickaxe digs into the crevice, then sticks. I curse under my breath as I struggle to yank it back out. Finally it comes free, along with a tiny sliver of what looks like possibly useable ore. I pick it up and examine it, then set it on the meager pile I have managed to accumulate while trying to ignore the larger piles of those around me.   I sigh and begin the process again, but then the horn sounds. I drop the pickaxe and bend to gather my ore. It does not take long. The mine sup
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Sian's Story part 33 - Just When I Thought It Couldn't Get Any Worse

Think about my story so far and what that says about Skyrim, then translate that into a picture of what prison would look like. If you pictured rape, torture, and copious amounts of public humiliation, you would be mostly right. But then you have to add in cramped, dirty cells, moldy bread, brackish wine, and chilly temperatures, since the prisons are underground and the prisoners don't get a scrap of clothes to wear.   A typical day in the Falkreath jail went like this: if I managed t
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Sian's Story part 32 - Society's Debt

I'll ask you to take a moment and think back.   Long ago (feels like at least one lifetime), after I first visited the Greybeards and slid down the mountain while being pursued by what felt like the entirety of the wildlife of Skyrim, I landed smack dab in the middle of a Stormcloak camp. They treated me well, gave me food, let me sleep in an extra tent, gave me directions.   But I was in a hurry to get to Markarth (if only I had known!), looking to gather the power I felt I
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Sian's Story part 31 - (Mostly) Peaceful Interlude

Pro tip - if you need to travel quickly and efficiently around Skyrim, find Delphine and have her make the arrangements. We were on horses and out of Riverwood in fifteen minutes flat. It would have been sooner but she had a lengthy whispered conversation with Orgnar that left him looking bemused.   We hit the road and made it all the way to Haemar's Shame, a creepy looking cave high in the Jerall mountains, by the end of the first day. It would have taken me three days, minimum, to ma
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Sian's Story part 30 - Death Becomes Her

"Boy," said a familiar voice out of the darkness. "Those Thalmor sure know how to get ahead!"   Bawdy laughter filled my ears. I closed my eyes - to no effect, in this perpetual darkness - and grimaced.   "I'd say the finish to that race was neck and neck!" More laughter. "Good thing you came out ahead!"   "Really?" I growled, peering into the inky blackness, to no avail.   "You really do have a good head on your shoulders." Snickers turned into guffaws. "
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Sian's Story part 29 - What Goes Up...

Merry early Christmas! My gift to you: one chapter from each of my stories. Thanks for reading them!   ***********************   Things may have gone on that way indefinitely - although chances are I would eventually have lost myself to the beast within, just as I had in Markarth, and been hunted down like a rabid dog - but, somehow, it turns out that a super powered sex fiend murderess is boring to watch. Fortunately, action wasn't taken until after I met Delphine and journe
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Sian's Story part 28 - Untouchable

The next few weeks were the best I had had since being taken from Earth. The markings from Dibella worked as advertised - I was accosted by bandits and wolves, Foresworn and a saber-toothed cat (dragons and mammoths and saber-toothed cats. It's like this world was created by twelve-year-old boys). And a dragon. I sliced through all of them. (Okay, I had some help with the dragon. And then an embarrassing moment after as the help got to watch what happens when I consume a dragon soul.)  
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Sian's Story part 27 - A Miner Dilemma

It will occur to the observant reader that the story I'm about to tell you is familiar.   The basics: I was given a job in Markarth involving a simple investigation that turned into something crazy and dangerous. Have I mentioned that I hate Markarth?   The Sybil is the leader of the Dibella...cult, religion, whatever. She (always a she) is kind of like the Dali Lama - when the old one dies, a new one is "found" somewhere out in the world. It's usually a little girl who is ta
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Sian's Story part 26 - Dancing on the Light From Star to Star

"You sure get around, don't you?"   "What?"    I blinked and looked around. A park of some sort, caught in twilight, and a sky filled with a million galaxies. A large red man wearing a sardonic grin and nothing else. I quelled a wave of lust.   "First Debbie, then Molly. Just whoring yourself out to anyone you meet, aren't you?"   "What?" My brain felt sluggish, like it had forgotten how to think. "No, I'm just..."   "Look, I understand you don't
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Sian's Story part 25 - When You Are Weak, Then I Am Strong

It took longer than usual for the populace to catch on to my scheme. This vessel inadvertently chose the perfect spot – a city with many hidden corners, where people routinely disappear, where the general populace is quick to turn a blind eye. A city run on fear.   Delicious.   The vessel and I left in the middle of the night near the end of the summer months. The house of my master was beginning to exude odours strong enough to raise queries even amongst those who instincti
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Sian's Story part 24 - An Empty Vessel

The previous owner of this vessel kept a journal. Amusing. Looking through the entries, I see that she was easily abused and quick to capitulate. I apologize to you, vessel. I wish we had come together sooner - I could have saved you from much pain.    Ah, well, what is past is passed. Your former occupant screams from your depths, but she remains weak and pitiful, easily overcome. We shall make this world tremble, vessel.   Allow me, dear hypothetical reader, to favour you w
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Sian's Story part 23 - The Devil's in the Details

The house looked pretty well taken care of, for a place that had been supposedly abandoned. Fresh food was set on a table, well-kept weapons were stored along some of the walls, a cheery fire burned in the fireplace. I surreptitiously took some cheese and nibbled on it as the Vigilant stepped with excruciating care through the doorway.   "Well, looks like someone's been here recently," I said in an encouraging voice. For some reason, that only made him look more nervous.   "D
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Sian's Story part 22 - Lesson (Not) Learned

My mother always said I was obstinate. "Stubborn as the day is long," she would say, which is a simile that has never made much sense to me. The length of a day is quantifiable - twenty-four hours. Stubbornness is not. There is not, as far as I can tell, a way to compare the two things in any meaningful way.   Anyway, I digress.   I had what few possessions I could call my own back. I was free from the pit of hell, against all (officially reported) odds. The Plan, Mark Two (w
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Sian's Story part 20 - The Law of Irony Can Go Fuck Itself

I should have just walked away. I would have saved myself sooo much trouble. The worst part is that I was only a few steps from the gate leading out of Markarth when it happened. But one thing I always lacked was money, so the opportunity to get what seemed like an easy payment was something I felt I couldn't pass up.   Good ol' hindsight.   I witnessed a murder. It was broad daylight, the marketplace by the front gates was teeming with people, and some idiot just yanked out
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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
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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
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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,
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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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