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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 44 - Blissfully Innocent

Nilheim is one of many abandoned military watchtowers that are sprinkled throughout Skyrim. It sits on an outcropping at a high point of the plateau that encompasses the Rift. From the top, you can see all the way past the salt flats we had mistakenly crossed to the outcropping of the Velothi Mountains behind which Windhelm hides. If you look the opposite direction, you will see a lake with a large island; Ivarstead sits on the far shore at the base of the giant mountain known only as The Throat
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Sian's Story part 43 - Witch Path to Take

You know how sometimes you make a choice even though everything in you knows it is the wrong one? I don’t know why that happens either. People are just stupid.   We took a wrong turn, somewhere in the craggy hills that form the boundary between the Rift and the rest of Skyrim, and ended up coming out at the alkali flats that run eighty or more parched miles straight north before climbing back into the mountains to dump you at the doorstep of Windhelm.   The problem was that w
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Sian's Story part 42 - Of Skeevers and Men

When it came time to leave Shor’s Stone, I did not want to go. It’s not that I particularly enjoyed the squalid little town, nor living as a miner. It was just nice to have a moment of time living something akin to a normal life, something I had not had the luxury to do for any amount of extended time since before getting yanked to this fucking cesspool of a planet.   Also, I hate camping. I always have. You can enjoy sleeping under the stars if you want, but give me a nice bed, which
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Sian's Story part 41 - A Cat's Perspective

Even with money in my pocket (ha! As if I had pockets), I didn’t rent a room at the inn. First because the “rooms” were little more than alcoves set along the perimeter of the main room, blocked from the general public only by heavy curtains; second because even in the little time I spent there to get food, I got propositioned a dozen times by men who assumed I was “on the job” (despite being covered in mine dirt – one would think that would be a deterrent, but I am here to tell you, it was not!
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Sian's Story part 40 - The Second First Night

Before I get to Kellan and everything else, there is the matter of the first night to discuss.   I stopped mining when the others did, then followed their examples of putting my ore in a wheelbarrow. I pushed my load of ore out of the mine with some difficulty – I still was not strong, so it was slow going, and none of the others seemed inclined to help. Which was fine – I didn’t want to be seen as someone who couldn’t do things on her own. Clearly this world already had low enough opi
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Sian's Story part 39 - The Second First Day

I suppose it’s no surprise that Lysha had a hard time swallowing the entirety of my story – hell, I barely believed half of it myself – but she at least had the good grace to hear me out and not immediately call the guard right back.   I did learn some things from her, to whit:   ·         She confirmed slavery was not legal and even seemed surprised it was a question ·         She clarified the guard’s statement: women couldn’t leave a town or city without a male escort
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Sian's Story part 38 - Shor's Stone Redux

I suppose I should consider myself lucky – there were no bandits this time. But those man-eating wolves? Still there. A couple ran toward me and I braced myself and shouted at them: "Fuz Ro Dah!” Then I yelped and ducked to one side as the closest one snapped at me.   Right. No dragon souls, no word walls, no visits to the Greybeards. I didn't have my Dragonborn powers yet. Well, shit.   I should note here that, while my outfit was not outwardly suited for battle (or movement
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Sian's Story part 37 - I Passed Go, Where's My $200?

Before we get to Parman’s reaction to my reaction to seeing him again, let me paint you the picture that I was only able to piece together over the course of the next ten minutes or so.   As you may recall, when I first got dragged all spaghetti-like into this world, I was wearing my favorite flirty summer dress because the schizophrenic Spring weather in Ohio had finally turned warm and dry enough for it. Also, I had on my Cole Haan pumps with my favorite kitten heels that made my leg
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Sian's Story part 36 - The Gods Must Be Crazy

"Well look who's here. Long time no see! A couple of days, at least!"   I blinked my eyes open as the last waves of the orgasm faded away. A familiar smell and a tangible heat immediately kicked my lust back into gear, and I looked up at the grinning red face of a certain naked red demigod.   "You!!" I snapped to my feet, and the movement clearly started him, because his grin turned to a frown.   "Yes, me. Wha..."   I slapped him as hard as I could across
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Sian's Story part 35 - The End of All Things

A cool compress on my forehead stirred me from chaotic dreams filled with vivid images that left a cloying aftertaste even as they faded from memory. I blinked, turned my head. A woman sat beside my bed, one hand held out, adjusting the compress. She looked familiar, but somehow not. I frowned, digging through rusty memories until I came up with the closest match I could find.   "Delphine?"   She jumped as I spoke, then leaned forward with an air of relief. "Yes! Thank the Di
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Sian's Story part 34 - I'm Out of Touch, You're Out of Time

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 eight 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 smal
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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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