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Free from the Honorhall Orphanage after a childhood filled with abuse and neglect, Sloan must now find her own way in the world.

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Sloan's Story part 25 - The Hidden Cellar

The room had been carved out of the stone of the mountain and was at least twice as large as the house that hid it. Light glowed from narrow insets spaced along the walls and in the ceiling, bathing everything in an even pale light. Sloan paused for a moment to study the source of the light, but she gained nothing from it – all she saw was what looked like a candle. It held no actual flame, but glowed as if the fire was inside the candle’s body. A magical device she was far too ignorant to under
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Sloan's Story part 24 - Family Matters

Sloan slumped in her chair with her head in her hands and closed her eyes.   It had seemed so easy, so hopeful! Ten names had matched the files from Falkreath and the records from the orphanage. Ten names to investigate, ten chances to find her rumored family. But not a single one had borne fruit.   She had learned a lot about other people’s families. Hours of sitting in people’s houses listening to stories from their pasts, of people whose names meant nothing to Sloan but st
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Sloan's Story part 23 - A Brief Debriefing

Sloan took a deep breath as she paused before the door. The debriefings were her least favorite part of the job – no matter how well she thought she had done or how careful she had been to leave no loose ends, Kira and Mishi always managed to find several errors or potential security risks. It was just like her times walking around with Gilna and then having to recount everything she saw.   She hadn’t cared for that, either.   She released the breath and opened the door. As e
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Sloan's Story part 22 - An Unwelcome Guest

It had been a year and a half, give or take a month or two, since the Stormcloaks had swept through the town like a raging tide of fury, washing the Imperial garrison away and changing Tekla’s life forever.   From scullery maid to Steward of the Jarl of Falkreath – who could have predicted such a rise? At first, when Dengeir had regained the Seat after his brother’s defeat and offered her the position of Steward, she had hesitated. Who was she to have such power? What would the nobles
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Sloan's Story part 21 - An Unexpected Assignment

“Matilda! Is that you?”   The old grey-haired woman looked up from her tea and squinted. “Beatrice? What are you doing in Solitude?”   “Ah, visiting an old friend.” Beatrice shuffled forward on arthritic legs and peered down. “What have you done with your hair?”   Matilda set an age-spotted hand on her coiled bun. “I decided to wear it up. This heat is beastly! Would you care to join me?”   “Well, but I shouldn’t stay long,” Beatrice replied, already pulli
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Sloan's Story part 20 - A Chance Encounter

The marketplace thrummed with noise and movement. People of all species went about their busy lives, making the perfect cover for a little murder.   It’s not murder, Sloan reminder herself. It’s assassination. It’s different. Somehow.   She eased the small knife into her palm from the sheath hidden against her forearm. The mark’s path continued in the same general pattern as it had for the past two weeks, which would put him where she needed him in three more paces. Just a li
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Sloan's Story part 19 - Confessions of an Assassin

Merry early Christmas! My gift to you: one chapter from each of my stories. Thanks for your interest in them!   /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////   The man nodded as the bartender placed his tankard of Black-Briar mead in front of him. One of the benefits of living in Riften – the Black-Briar brand was always plentiful. It was making inroads throughout the rest of Skyrim but had a long way to go before it supplanted Honningbrew.
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Sloan's Story part 18 - These Silly Games

Sun’s Height was Sloan’s least favorite month. The height of summer brought with it boiling heat and constant sweat and ripened the canal to its most pungent. She wrinkled her nose as she strolled with Gilna along the upper boardwalk.   “It stinks here. Now that the Stormcloaks have captured Whiterun, maybe we could open a new location there.”   Gilna laughed. “Whiterun is nice, but perhaps it would be best to wait until the war is truly over.”   “That’s true. It wo
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Sloan's Story part 17 - If You Can Sneak Up On a Deer, You Can Sneak Up On Anything

“This is stupid. Don’t we know anyone who can shoot a bow?”   “Shh!” Gilna waved frantic hands in a downward gesture.   Sloan dutifully shut up, but the question remained in her head. Here they were, sneaking through the trees to kill a deer with a dagger from close range instead of doing what sensible people did – shoot it from a distance. Fortunately, the deer did not appear to have heard the talking - it continued to munch on clover-laden grass.   Gilna stopped,
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Sloan's Story part 16 - In the Kitchens

“Was I that awful when I was one of the Ladies?” Sloan set down her empty tray and rubbed her temples.   Gilna and Jorg exchanged glances, then Gilna replied, “No. You weren’t one of the Bitches.” Her feline tail swished on the word. “You were one of the Indifferents.”   “So I ignored you. You would think I would know better considering where I can from.”   Jorg patted her arm which, given his hulking frame, felt like a punch. “It’s is okay. You know better now, so
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Sloan's Story part 15 - Met at the Door

Sloan eased open the door and slipped into the Vixen. Or, rather, tried to slip in. She had taken no more than a step through the door before a strong hand grabbed her by the shoulder and dragged her the rest of the way. She bit off her startled cry when she found herself face to face with a livid Matron.   “Foolish child,” Kira hissed. “Where is the knife?”   “The…” It was the only word that made it through the convoluted tangle of shocked emotions and thought that fought fo
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Sloan's story part 14 - Murder by Midnight

"Do you have any idea how long it's going to take you to make up nine-thousand septims?"   Sloan couldn't answer. All she could do was gape. She barely noticed when the chains came off of her wrists and ankles, although the removal of the collar helped shake her from a little of the shock.   "I...what...you..."   "That's all you have to say?" Seb laughed, jumped forward, wrapped her in a huge hug. "Welcome back! Ooh, you stink. We need to get you to the baths."
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Sloan's Story part 13 - Twenty-four Steps

In contrast to the plodding days of nothingness in the pen, once they stepped inside the building events proceeded at a breakneck pace. They were whisked to a large room containing some ingenious system that turned the entire thing into one huge communal shower. It was like standing in a moderate rainfall. Slaves, faces blank and impersonal, washed them off with brusque, efficient swipes of rough cloth. They were then led to another room where the chain that linked them together was removed. Thr
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Sloan's Story part 12 - The Pen

She had seen the Riften slave pens one time, when she and a few of the other girls from the Vixen had taken a trip to the seedier part of town on their day off. They had felt so bold as they peeked over the wall at the rows of corrals, like pigpens except with huddling chained human figures. They had been shooed away, giggling, by a mock-angry guard. It had never occurred to Sloan to wonder where the slaves came from, and had she thought to wonder, she would have guessed they were convicts or wa
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Sloan's Story part 11 - Journey's End

Despite Kra’aft’s concerns, the next two days of travel were pleasant. Kra’aft and Holo had supplied her with plenty of food for the trip, the weather was lovely and, aside from her aching feet, Sloan had no complaints.   Which was not to say there were not unpleasantries. Near the end of the first day’s travel, she came across what had clearly been a battle. There were no bodies along the road but there was still plenty of spilled blood and bits of broken armor and weapons strewn abou
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Sloan's Story part 10 - The Long Walk

In retrospect, attempting the three-hundred mile journey to Riften on eleven septims, unescorted and unarmed save for a blunt, rusty knife she found discarded in a corner of the alley, may not have been the wisest choice Sloan had made in her short life. But if the night had taught her anything, it was that a life as a street whore would get her nothing but suffering and a probable early death from exposure to the frigid Skyrim nights. So she shoved herself to her feet, wiped off her disheveled
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Sloan's Story part 9 - Whore

The contents of Sloan’s purse had dwindled considerably – enough so she could no longer afford the ride back to Riften - and she knew of only one way to make money. She went back to Candlehearth, but this time went up the stairs to the common room, where she relaxed and bided her time until evening fell and people began to enter. Once a fair-sized crowd had gathered, she meandered about the room, keeping an eye out for anyone who seemed to take an interest in her. An older man caught her eye, so
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Sloan's Story part 8 - Aventus' Plan

Just as Elda had said, the house wasn't hard to find - Sloan rounded two corners and found a two-story house with rock awnings. She knocked on the door and waited. Then waited some more. There was something about the silence that felt…eerie.   Or not. Probably just her imagination fueled by Elda’s frantic warnings. Sloan tried to ease her inexplicably racing heart and reached out to knock again as a woman and a child walked past. Sloan’s attempts to quell her own fears were washed away
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Sloan's Story part 7 - Life and How to Live It

Sloan laughed at the client's joke as if it was the first time she had ever heard it and gave him a cheerful wave as he left the room. The moment he was gone, her smile vanished and she rolled her eyes. Why did men always think they were so funny? Especially when they all told the same jokes.   She sighed and stood up from the bed, then pressed the button that summoned the room slave before dressing. She sashayed out of the room in her heels and headed down the stairs. One more, she fi
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Sloan's Story part 6 - Learning the Ropes

The next afternoon, after another oiling from Marie, things were a little different. When they entered the common room, there was no announcement. Marie gave her a smile and a kiss on the forehead and walked away, leaving Sloan to her own devices.   She stood along the wall next to the door by which she had entered and just observed. There were fewer clients than last time, although why that would be she had no idea. She watched the other girls as they sashayed about. Sometimes one wou
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Sloan's Story part 5 - Maidenhead

Sloan slept through the night and, though she didn’t know it, through much of the day, so exhausted was she. A timid slave girl woke her up sometime in the afternoon and bade her to follow. Sloan was bathed (again! Two baths in two days!) and her hair brushed by the slave girl, then Sloan put on her panties and dress and shoes and was led to lunch. Her brain was still fuzzy, so it came as a small shock to her system when they came upon a partially opened door. She glimpsed the room beyond, where
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Sloan's Story part 4 - Cleanliness is Next to Sexiness

Sloan had had baths before. Once a month, the children at the orphanage were gathered and took turns bathing in a round wooden tub. With so many children, the water did not stay clean for long, and it was debatable how clean most of them got. She had never thought anything of it until Marie gave her a real bath.   The tub was as large as four of the orphanage tubs, made of some dark sweet-smelling wood and filled with water that was hot and clean. Sloan sank into the heat with a profou
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Sloan's Story part 3 - ...Thief?

It had seemed like a simple plan, really. Not even an imaginative one - after all, she got the idea from the person who had done the same to her.   There were purses everywhere she looked, just hanging from people's belts (a mistake she would never make again!) All she had to do was...take one.   She waited. She studied. She planned. She picked the perfect spot, an alleyway that was narrow enough that people passing by could not help but brush up against each other to pass, b
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Sloan's Story part 2 - Rich Sloan, Poor Sloan, Beggar Sloan...

Sloan walked with fuming abandon. Her rage filled her, blinded her, emptied her of thought or volition. She moved on instinct, weaving through the crowded market without seeing a thing. It wasn't until the sun slipped behind the stone walls and twilight began to take hold of the city that she came to her senses.   She slumped onto a bench and watched the people pass by. They all had places to be, things to do. She only had the clothes on her back and a little pouch of...   Sh
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Sloan's Story part 1 - Free at Last

The Bee and Barb hummed with the normal activity of the day as locals, taking a break from their daily routine, came in for a pint and the latest news from the rest of Tamriel via the merchants and other visitors fresh through the Cyrodiil gate. To Sloan, it felt anything but normal. Funny, it was, that she had spent all of her eighteen summers within four blocks of the place yet had never been inside.   Not really funny, though, given the reason. She had not been allowed outside the c
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