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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 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 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 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 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 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 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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