[Story] Silva's Tale - NSFW - Read Warnings...

[MasterAaran]

Greetings from Master Aaran...

 

In a recent conversation with Kimbale, we were trading some of our character's stories. It was suggested that I make a thread to detail Silva's adventures in skyrim.

 

Silva is a Nord woman of approximately 18 years. Her story is not a happy one, in fact it's very dark, and at least some of that darkness is reflected in her personality and her outlook on life. She is strong, hardy, and again, dark.

 

Though this first post doesn't necessarily reflect all of the tags, expect that some of the following warnings will possibly hold true later on.

STORY WARNINGS: Death, Murder, theft, seduction, rape, possible beastiality, lesbianism, dark brotherhood, prostitution...

 

Here is a screenshot of Silva, I will post more from time to time as I make more posts detailing her story. Feel free to comment on my posts. I will try to keep a TOC (table of contents) here in the OP with links to each post of the 'journal'.

 

 

 

 

Table of Contents:

Entry 1 - Beginnings

 

 

 

Silva was born to Nordic parents sometime between the end of the great war, and the outbreak of the Skyrim Civil war. Her mother died shortly after she turned 5, and it was left to her father to care for the young girl. She was raised happily for several years, living with her father wherever he happened to be. She grew to be a quiet but slightly rough girl, as befitted the circumstances, and yet she never lost her softness...until...

 

It was when she was 16 years old that her father was killed. He often traveled with a band of warriors who were mercenaries in the off hunting seasons. She, along with one or two of the other men's wives, took care of the camp while the warriors were away. This night though, they were suddenly beset by a group of thalmor, and their Imperial allies, a group of fanatic soldiers that believed the Thalmor were the ones in the right. The camp was rounded up and gathered together, and the thalmor leader demanded that each of them relinquish all allegiance to Talos, or suffer the 'wrath' of the Aldmeri dominion and the Empire. Unwilling to do so, each of the soldiers, including Silva's father, doomed themselves to death.

 

Before they could be killed outright, their mage, a young man who had taught Silva how to use some of the magic he possessed, and a man that the teenager found herself falling for, released a barrage of magic that instantly killed two of the soldiers. A Melee ensued, and when it was over the nords lay dead or dying among the bodies of the enemy. Silva was alone...alone in a strange land where she had no friends....Then she was raped.

 

The imperial dogs and their Elven masters set upon her as lions to a carcass. She was violated for hours until it became one long living nightmare. She thought that she would surely die, and sometimes prayed that she would. They took her with them back to their camp, where she soon felt the unwanted attentions of a dozen more soldiers. It was into this life of endless torment that she fell for more than a year. How she survived she didn't know. Then, again, fate came knocking...A lone stormcloak soldier rushed into the camp one night, on a vengleful spree. He murdered the leader of the thalmor, cuttong free his head. In the corner of the tent huddled Silva, quivering in fear.

 

He saw her, and after only a moment's hesitation at seeing her near-naked form, he bid her come and they fled. Arrows chased them as they ran for dear life, he aiding her with one arm, and carrying the head of the Justicar in his other. When at last they halted, he collapsed, a poisoned arrow having pierced his back in their flight. He bid her flee, to leave him, and if she wished to repay him for what he did, to go to windhelm and join the stormcloaks to free skyrim. Then he died.

 

She took the head of the Justicar, found a stout pole and impaled it, then crept back to the hill overlooking their camp, and hurled the makeshift spear into the center, a sign to all that they should fear her. Then she left.

 

Dressed only in rags, with no money to her name, her body became her purse. She gave of herself to gather the money needed for passage to windhelm. But her carriage was assaulted by bandits, and she was left for dead. Riften was close, and she made her way there, feeling again as though fate had other things in mind......