Succumbing to her wounds she woke many hours later in a bed unfamiliar to her, realizing suddenly that the nightmare she had just lived through wasn't a dream. That in fact she was really probably the only person left alive in her little party of adventurers from Highrock, and that she was very much afraid.

Sneaking through the musty room she found herself in, the barely clothed woman spotted a fairly brutish looking man carefuly watching him from afar as she tried to size up her options. Will she find an ally in her time of need, or is the man a member of the group that attacked her in the wilderness. 

To Be Continued.

"Have the guards reported anything new about that missing man?"  Lelliana inquired sliding a coin across the counter for her room.

"That's the hot topic of the town it seems." Hulda paused, before continuing. "It seems like they havent even begun the search."

"So you're telling me... these brave men and women we trust with our lives." motioning towards the door. "Who make sure our day to day life is safe. Haven't actual done their jobs?" 

"Do they ever?" Mused Hulda. "If we want anything done these days it seems like we have to do it ourselves."

"I may as well, pesker Tyr." as she turned toward the door. "He's the last one to have spoken with Thorald."

"He's at the gate like usual." Hulda stated. "You may want to talk to Fralia." 

~A few moments later after searching for ages and running into nazeem a few times.~

"Fralia, I had a question about your son, is their any reason he may have gone missing?"  Lelliana inquired the elderly distraught women.

"He's a nord, he worships Talos, and he was planning on joining the Stormcloak rebellion, why else would a man go missing in a Imperial owned hold."

"So, you believe the guards had a hand in his disappearance?" Lelliana said quietly as to not call to much attention to themselves.

"No, you've seen the heightened Thalmor presence outside of the city lately. They took him." Fralia responded before walking off towards the town center.

Tyr, come on... you know you can tell me anything you know about this Thorald case. I won't let anyone else know you spoke."

"Lelli, I told you we haven't found any clues of anything yet. Just nonsense from Fralia's insane rants." Tyr responed without emotion. 

"Fine, play stubborn I'll search for clues myself." Twirling towards the gates and marching off dramatically.

~Sorry about the shortness but I wanted to finally start her story and I apologize about the noobiness of the screen shots, still trying to figure this all out.~

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Race: Nord

Birth-sign: The Lover

Height: 5'9'' or 1.75 m

Weight: 145 lbs or 66 kg

Facial features: Sharp, light bluish green eyes, and various scars earned from her childhood adventures.

Hair color: Reddish brown.

Strength: 3

Perception: 6

Endurance: 2

Charisma: 8

Intelligence: 8

Agility: 4

Luck: 7

Lelliana, as perceptive and smart as she is suffers from being very hesitant and always biding for time as often as she can trying to figure out events before they happen usually picturing an event in her mind and doing as she can to make the perfect outcome in her head.  Her generally friendly nature and feminine figure allow her to appeal to most people often using her charm and wit to get out of sticky situations. her personality can be easily described as rebellious she has a strong moral compass and she strives to right as many wrongs that she encounters in the world even if that pits her against the Jarls of the holds she visits wishes.

Lelliana, generally wears a tall pear of dark brown boots, a thick pair of shorts and a red skirt over the shorts a leather corset protects her chest and on her shoulders/ upper chest she wears a set of pauldrons/ chest armor she fashioned from scraps she found as a teen to help protect her from attacks but allow her ease of movement. On her slender hands she wears a pair of brown gloves and is often carrying a large wooden frames backpack with a sword attached to its one side.

Skills:

She isn't skilled in anything, and fails at most but has learned to use basic destruction magic and when she needs can wield a sword enough to protect herself.

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Biography: She was raised in the Honorhall Orphanage, never being adopted  because of Grelod the Kind's hatred of the kids at 13 years of age she ran a way from the orphanage and lived in the underbelly of the city reading as many books as she could find in the Rat-ways and often sneaking to the surface to sell skeever meat she cooked to the Argonian dock-hands, using the money to buy herself meals at Haelga's Bunkhouse and books from Wylandriah the Jarl's court mage. After nearly being killed by a crazed man in the Rat-ways and reporting it to the guards seeing their refusal to help her she decided if they wouldn't bring justice to the Rat-way's then she would sneaking into the man's home and knocking him out dragging the larger mans body to the Keeps Jail leaving him there bound in rope. She cares not for the civil war , but only for the safety of the people of Skyrim doing her best to solve crimes that the city guards of riften wouldn't and often being paid for her services. She is a follower of Meridia.