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the-hero-unknown · 3 years

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Summary : Haekhael gets ready for a fancy dance with her friends, proceeds to be mildly insulted. Not only that, once at the dance, she got shot by an arrow to her shoulder. Fortunately, the injury is fixed by magic. Mild revenge and after all that, Haekhael dances with Voryn's brother.

Edit : Forgot to @chaoticnart for being such a big inspiration for this fic with all their House Dagoth head canons! They are an absolute blessing 💖

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It was an interesting day, at least in Kogoruhn where the chimer and dwemer would almost seamlessly be one. Nerevar kept the delicate fabric woven, but this was where the fabric had first come from. In truth, Haekhael found it beautiful. She hadn't seen anything quite like it before. She stood out of the meeting hall, right infront of the door. Inside, they were discussing trade routes and some missing shipments. Nothing out of the ordinary. The meetings always bored her anyways.

Haekhael felt out of place. Like a square in a circle. All around her were the chimer folk of House Dagoth, nobles of the other chimer houses, and the dwemer. Yet she was the only human. Not even a familiar Nord, no. Haekhael was Yokudan. In a way, Haekhael had not felt so distant from how they dressed. The pauldrons that were made of bone and shell, and then the silk robes during the summer that almost reminded her of Yokuda. Far was the memory of her homeland, but it was there. Not to mention it was winter. Her arms were crossed as she looked around the halls.

Satisfied that no assassin seemed to slip through the shadows and doors remained closed, Haekhael leaned against the wall. Soon, chatter came closer to the door. Haekhael flinched when it was opened. The door made one of the most awful sounds. Though the elves that came from the room ignored it. For they were going to take a brief recess from all the politicking. Almalexia would pull Haekhael to the side for a moment as Nerevar would follow the dwemer king Dunmac and the tonal architect, Kagrenac.

The chimer queen of Mournhold would say,"There's a dance this evening. I know you say you have left feet, but I figured you may want to come along." "I might just tag along. I've been standing here all day with nothing to do. Goodness, you all talk so much yet get nothing done."

Almalexia rolled her eyes, allowing the comment to slide. Haekhael would not be sorry though. She hated standing with nothing to do but anxiously wait for someone to try to kill her or any one in the meeting halls. A dance wouldn't hurt her, but the armor she wore might.

Almalexia quietly pulled Haekhael along to a guest room.

"I have some old robes of Nerevar's that you could wear. Though, be careful with them, they are far older than you'll ever be."

Haekhael glared, it was a constantly reminded fact of her short mortality. She'd die long before Almalexia or even Voryn, which Haekhael was sure he was the oldest of the First Council. Though, the woman dare not say a word about their ages lest she want to be exiled for a second time for a much sillier reason.

"Don't look at me like that, you know it to be true." Almalexia shut the door behind them, heading over to a small wardrobe and opening it. Inside were many long robes. Some were a crimson red, others a forest-like green, there were even sky blue robes. There were also some very nice silk belts. Almalexia tapped Haekhael's shoulder,"Well, are you just going to stand there, jaw-dropped and not choose?" "Well... I mean, I'm simply processing what is infront of me, my queen." "Could you process faster? The robes are quite difficult to put on. Trust me, I've tried to do it alone. And that dance is tonight!" "Why would you wait until the day of a dance to ask me this, wouldn't it be easier to be asked a day beforehand?"

The queen would shrug,"I figured you didn't want to come, but when I came out the meeting room, you seemed uneasy." "So dancing would all the sudden ease me?" "Hey! That's not what I meant, think of it like a small break. Now go choose one or I'll choose for you."

Almalexia went behind Haekhael and gave her a light shove to the wardrobe to encourage her to hurry. The woman sighed and looked around at the robes. She found it rather odd of Almalexia to care for if she wanted to dance or not, but she wasn't about to question her persistence. Haekhael picked out a light blue robe. Almalexia picked up a robe of emerald green and a long seafoam colored scarf. Getting the gist of it now, Haekhael grabbed a golden colored belt. Almalexia looked at Haekhael and down at her boots and said,"We'll find something nicer than those in here, I'm sure." "Say, does Nerevar know that I'm going to be wearing these?" "I know we don't talk often as I'm busy ruling Mournhold and such, but yes we had a private discussion. I think Vivec and Sotha Sil are helping as well." "... So does everyone just assume I'm coming along?" "Well of course, you're still my body guard. We plan on hiding some weapons on you."

In some peculiar way, this relieved Haekhael.

"I'm sure Sotha Sil has some nice shoes you could borrow-" "No. That mer is constantly covered in oil and probably other weird alchemical ingredients. Wearing anything of his is asking for death." "Tell me, would you prefer Nerevar's shoes?" "You make a fair point." "Exactly."

Haekhael began to undress, and with Almalexia's help, she was in exquisite clothing. Almalexia tied the belt, securing the robes in proper place. She had Haekhael wear the scarf draped over her arms and lower back. Soon, Haekhael was dragged along with Almalexia to help her with her robes. Haekhael was happy to help. Vivec was already in the room, sitting on the bed. Vivec was in a vibrantly red robe with a light blue to contrast it underneath, with pauldrons of shells on hir shoulders. Hir hair was braided, showing the shaved sides of hir head. It was surprising to hir all dressed up, Vivec seemed to feel the same way about Haekhael. Hir eyes were wide.

"You look like you've been swept right out of rags and into riches!" "... I'll try to keep that as the compliment I assumed it to be."

Almalexia clapped her hands,"We need to hurry up. We still need to get her some weapons. And I still need to get dressed up myself. I can't disappoint anyone."

Vivec got on hir feet immediately,"Right. Haekhael, c'mon stop standing there."

"I just got in here and the robes are dragging me down, forgive me for being slow."

Haekhael and Vivec helped dress Almalexia in the finest of robes. The first robe was a soft green, the next robe was jade that matched her eyes. The final robe reminded Haekhael of the pines in Skyrim. Haekhael stared in awe for a moment before grabbing a pair of extravagant shoes. They were also another shade of green, jade. With yellow woven patterns of flowers and pointed toes. Almalexia hastily put on the shoes as Vivec began to do her hair. Haekhael went to a small chest and grabbed a pair of earrings for Almalexia, after all, she was a queen. So while Vivec braided Almalexia's hair with hir nimble fingers, Haekhael carefully put in the golden ruby jeweled earrings in the lobes of Almalexia's ears. Then there were small brass ringlets to add to the middle and top of Almalexia's pointed ears. Once Vivec finished braiding Almalexia's hair it was stunning. It reminded Haekhael of a circlet put on backwards. The rest of Almalexia's long,red, curly hair was left down.

"Haekhael? Haekhael? Are... Are you alright?" "Huh? Oh yes. I'm fine." "If you say so, you've just been awkwardly looking up, does she look bad?"

Haekhael's cheeks were warm with frustration,"Vivec! No! Almalexia just... Is beautiful." "Alright, do us the favor and pull yourself together, we still have to attend the dance." "That reminds me, I never asked, what time is this dance?" "Late in the evening. It's going to last all night long!"

Haekhael huffed. Vivec just grinned. And the three were of to see the court wizard, Sotha Sil.

Sotha Sil swung open the door, it made a loud creak, he seemed to just ignore the worst sound in the world as he spoke,"Come along, I've got some pauldrons you can use and a few things you can hide in your sleeves. Can't have you be too boring."

Haekhael was beyond offended as she set a hand over her heart,"Boring? This is by far the nicest thing I've worn in my life! And fashionable." "You are several eras behind with fashion then. But fear not, I have some things I'm willing to hand over to you. And maybe let you keep."

Haekhael was slightly frustrated as Sotha Sil led her in. Almalexia and Vivec laughed behind her back for a bit before Almalexia cleared her throat. In a silver lined box, Sotha Sil pulled out a brass wide-toothed hair comb. Vivec sat Haekhael down at on Sotha Sil's bed,"Is it alright if I put up your hair?" "I mean I guess, what's with the comb though?"

"This old thing?" Sotha Sil said, waving it infront of her face,"It's from when I was a child. I wore it often, and quite frankly, it fits your outfit enough. Please give it back though, after tonight."

Haekhael would nod her head, Sotha Sil delicately placed it in her hands. He seemed to regret it. He turned away, as if afraid to look at her. Vivec put most of Haekhael's braided hairs into a bun, leaving four braids down. After using a thin netch leather strip in her hair to keep the bun in place, Vivec got infront of her. Vivec lightly lifted two of the braids over Haekhael's shoulder. Ze handled the other two braids with a delicate manner of moving it over her other shoulder. Vivec had almost a childish grin whenever Haekhael carefully handed the old comb to hir. Vivec gently place the comb in the braids and cover hir mouth," Ayem, Seht, look!"

Almalexia stood next to Haekhael and lifted Haekhael's hand up,"She's beautiful!"

Sotha Sil turned his head over slowly, still nervous of the comb. He had a gentle smile, relief even? Sotha Sil said,"You do look lovely Haekhael, even if in... ancient clothing."

"Replies the mer, all centuries upon centuries years older than I!"

Sotha Sil rolled his eyes while Vivec stuck hir tongue out. Almalexia let go of Haekhael's hand and moved it to her shoulder. Sotha Sil picked up a small but freshly sharpened dagger. He handed it to Haekhael,"This is to put on your leg." "My leg? Forgive me, but how am I to put this on my leg?" "I have a small harness for it." "Wait, I almost forgot. I need to borrow a pair of shoes." "Is that really a good idea?" "... Yes."

Sotha Sil raised a brow, lightly tossing the small harness. He bent over and grabbed some shoes from his dresser. They were a light blue. The shoes looked light worn. Much like Almalexia's shoes, they were pointed and had yellow embroidery. The shoes yellow embroidery was not flowers but cogs, like the dwemer machines. "Custom made I take it?" "Shut up and put them on, or I'll take them back."

Haekhael grinned and put up her hands up with the shoes,"Hey, I was just stating what I thought."

She quickly slid on the harness, sliding the dagger into it. Haekhael was just a little worried it would jab her thigh, but fortunately, it seems secure. Haekhael put on the shoes, which rather by fortune or misfortune, fit just fine. Almalexia offered her hand as Haekhael would pull it to stand up.

Soon the three would arrive with Nerevar and Voryn. Haekhael stuck close to Almalexia, as it was her duty. Almalexia danced with Nerevar, Vivec, and she even got Sotha Sil to dance. Haekhael watched closely standing beside whoever paired with Almalexia. Although a very taller chimer would nervously tap her shoulder. She raised a brow, having to look up to see who tapped her shoulder. He looked much like Voryn. His hair was braided beautifully, and his voice was sweet,"Hi, I was wondering if I may take a dance with you."

Haekhael would shake her head,"No sir, I'm on duty. I thank you for the offer."

She smiled a bit, the mer politely bowed his head and left. She felt a little bad, and she really had wanted to dance, but Haekhael had to focus on protecting Almalexia. And that's when Haekhael heard bow string snap and then the whistle of an arrow. She side stepped, holding out her arm in front of Almalexia. Instead of the arrow landing presumably to kill Almalexia or Nerevar, it landed in Haekhael's shoulder. A soft gasp echoed in the room. But all Haekhael could see was red. In her rage, she grabbed the arrow and pulled it from her arm. She ran and pushed anyone out of the way. This included Voryn Dagoth, as he was shoved to the side.

The woman would push through the crowd of tall and short mer alike and cornered the assassin. The assassin wore a wornout Morag Tong uniform, and an amulet.

"Halt assassin!"

"Never!" The mer cried, Haekhael tackled the armored assassin. She put her hand on the mer's neck and they fought. Haekhael tore off the elf's helmet to reveal an elderly dwemer. Many scars laid on his face. It was fragile, Haekhael would remain merciless.

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Her arm had need to be patched up. Voryn had her laying down. As he began to cleanse the wound he said,"This could have been avoided if you just wore pauldrons."

Haekhael flinched from Voryn touching the tender shoulder. She tightly gripped on part of her robes, as to not slap Voryn. She grunted as he began to heal the small wound with a spell,"Hopefully that wasn't poisoned." "Well, if it was, it was poorly done. Although, I am surprised you're not dead." "That is the story of my life."

Voryn rolled his eyes,"Whatever you say, sit up. I need to see you move your arm around."

Haekhael ignored his request and leaned back,"I don't know, I feel pretty tired after ripping an arrow out of my shoulder and crippling an elderly mer." "I will yank you up myself if I have to. Do not test me." "Alright, alright, I'm getting up. Just don't murder me."

Haekhael sat up slowly, nervously holding out her arm. She moved her shoulder around. There was no pain, only movement. Haekhael used her other hand and pressed against what was left. The memory of where the arrow hit. There was now a scar in the place.

A soft knock was at the door. Voryn looked over,"Whoever it is, you can come in." "Almalexia was almost assassinated and I would have died, and you're going to allow anyone in?" "Well you're not dead and neither is she, I doubt anyone will try again tonight."

The door creaked open,"It's just me, I swear, I mean no harm." "Ah, Araynys. Have you met tonight's hero?"

The mer was familiar, his braided hair was over his shoulder. He had a light stubble of ebony hair. In a cheery voice the tall mer would say,"Oh, yes! I tried to ask her for a dance. Foolish, as she was on duty."

Haekhael chuckled a bit,"Well, at the moment I'm off duty. My name is Haekhael by the way."

Araynys walked over and picked up her hand,"It's a pleasure to properly meet you. And a shame I haven't heard more of you! I saw how you wrangled that assassin with ease. Almalexia is blessed to have you as part of her guard."

Voryn rolled his eyes,"Stop, you're feeding an already big ego." "Speak for your self, I think its quite nice to be appreciated for my work. It's nice to meet you as well, Araynys."

Araynys let go and put his hands at his sides, he seemed childishly shy. He put his hands together and mustered up the little bit of confidence he could and said,"I know there's no music to dance to, but since you said you were off duty, may I have a short dance?"

Haekhael stood up and grabbed Araynys hand,"Of course, its always nice to make new friends. Though, out of common courtesy I must say I can't dance well. Forgive me if I step on any toes." "That's alright, I know how to dance and I'm still terrible."

"Have fun being terrible together, try not to get shot with another arrow." Voryn said as he went to the door, shutting it behind him.

Araynys towered over Haekhael, yet he was gentle as he grabbed her hand and waist. The two carefully stepped along. Still, they managed to step on each other. Haekhael led the dance in the small room as they spun around. Haekhael ended up slipping, and thus, taking Araynys with her. As they crashed, they laughed. Haekhael sat up and apologized. Araynys just shrugged it off,"Don't worry about it. I hope to get to know you more."

Haekhael smiled,"Yes... You best be off though. I hope to see you more often, preferably under different circumstances."

#chimer #Almalexia #Vivec #Sotha Sil #House Dagoth #Voryn Dagoth #Araynys Dagoth #Oc : Haekhael Al-Lu'an #oc tag #First Era #long post #fanfic #mostly comediac #also soft uwu #dwemer #writing the dressing scene was fun!#also warning for inaccurate care of wounds.#Haekhael yanked that arrow out of her shoulder #Resdayn

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the-hero-unknown · 3 years

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Summary : Haekhael reflects on her past, and goes forth to meet Vivec.

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Haekhael walked a long and lonely path. Her knees ached. Her heart ached. Far she was from a land she called home. A corpse she had to drag, lest it would haunt her soul. Jynsen, her beloved. Who once was able to grin. Who once was able to walk. Now her eyes lay shut. Her slumber laid with death.

Haekhael made her way to the elven city her dearest came from. Shame filled glances wherever she walked. Disgusted faces were made towards her as she carried the corpse of what once was a magnificent mage to Jynsen's home. She knocked at the family home. There she was to be greeted with rage and threats, so she ran once more. This was not what Jynsen would have wanted for herself, Haekhael thought.

No. Jynsen would not. She would have wanted us to be dead together. So we for once could be together without fear Haekhael would remember. She then thought, then why was her last act to heal me? Her feet crumpled beneath her as she made way to a dock. Stumbling on the wooden steps. She went away from the high rising and noble ships. Where she saw an empty and useless row boat.

From there, the small row boat was now hers. Like her, no one would miss it. There was nothing left for them here. She would tell her self. No soul would want her anyways. The elves too prideful to see Haekhael and Jynsen's sweetened love, her fellow men, too close minded for the romance that had happened. The wonders Jynsen taught her, were bound to be forgotten.

All Haekhael had left of Jynsen was a necklace of her family's crest and a large book. Haekhael wore the necklace beneath her armor, and clung onto the book as the sea rocked her. For many days, the rowboat endured harsh seas and wild waves. Haekhael had stuffed the book in and beneath her chest plate, so as to not get it wet. From there on, Haekhael was stranded. Only being guided by the stars of the night sky. She made no attempts to look for cities. For what if she was shunned there too?

Once in a while, she'd meet the odd trader. Once in a while, she'd meet bandits, looking to take her armor. Once in a while, she'd meet a necromancer, who dared to try to take her bones while she rested.

She met the orcs, who prided themselves on honor. She once could say the same. She met the nords, who prided themselves on battles.

Haekhael met the chimer. Who prided themselves on their difference to the Altmer. She had yet to meet an altmer.

The chimer folk were not the friendliest. Especially in battles. They would fight dirty. She joined their hierarchy, protecting the queen. Haekhael found it odd, but for once, she wasn't running any more.

Her feet were in place. There was structure. There was order. There was promise.

Why was I am not at peace? She would ask her self. Why do I scream in my rest? Why have I been cursed with nightmares? Was it my betrayal? It had to be. There was nothing else for it to be.

Haekhael sighed. She leaned against a pillar. It had been centuries since then. And still her heart was forced into aching. Her people were no more. Her visions ceased. She had no soul now. How could she weep? Everything had changed. The chimer were now the dunmer. The dwemer were long gone.

Her friends were gods or dead. She looked up to the great temple. Vivec's temple. It was a beauty to behold, that was for sure.

Once, long ago. She loved hir. The way Vivec held her. It reminded Haekhael of Jynsen. She hated that. Vivec was hir own person. With different ideas, views, and attitudes. Why had ze reminded her of Jynsen? Was it because ze were the one to teach her chimeris? Much of how Jynsen taught her? Was she simply in love with mentors? Haekhael took that back.

She didn't love Talahir. The man who taught her to mediate. The one who helped her with simple duties to the people. Talahir was more of a father.

Perhaps it was because they were elves? They were so different.

Haekhael looked back to the temple. She had much to ask Vivec. So much was on her mind. She did not feel as if she deserved to see hir though.

Slowly, Haekhael began to go up the steps. It was glamorous. She smiled a bit to herself.

Vivec had always had a taste in knowing what of the finer things were actually good. She looked at the golden clad ordinators. From rumors, she heard they were the best. She'd have to practice against one herself to really see if they were like how she once dutifully trained to protect Almalexia. Though, perhaps that had been different? Haekhael shrugged that off. Making her way to the temple door.

The first thing Haekhael saw was Vivec. In glory, hir hands on hir knees as ze floated midair. She was amazed. For awhile they stared. Haekhael took some steps closer, to get a good look. Vivec had changed much over the years. She had not expected hir to be two toned. Ashy gray on the right, with an orange iris and red that surrounded it. Hir left side remained with gold skin. Hir left eye was like a field to get lost in.

The summer air made a light breeze. The first to speak was Vivec. Who tilted hir head as ze spoke.

"Haekhael?"

#Vivec #ESO #morrowind #eso morrowind #sad oc #oc tag #eso oc #OC : Haekhael Al-Lu'an #morrowind oc #angsty #soft reunions #ocxcanon #ocxoc #almost being murdered by your mentor does things to you #Vivec of the Tribunal #chimer #dunmer

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the-hero-unknown · 3 years

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Shadows would whisper as a twig snapped on soft soil. The twilight sky had stars that dusted had on to Nirn, but it left those who wandered in the dark with a sense of nothingness. With all that was existing was a pack on their back. Two woman, one of man and the other of mer, stalked the gate of Mournhold.

In the woman of man's hand, there was a blue fire that protected them from nocturnal creatures. The fire would dance her hands with out a regard of safety. Dread pulled into their stomachs as they lurked into the great city at the height of the night. It was like a loose thread in a ball of yarn being tugged at as the mer woman stepped into the sleeping city first.

The chimer queen looked at her glorious city that she had not seen in weeks. The feelings of home would not stay for long as three heavy boots dropped from behind the two. Without an ounce of hesitation, the flame was thrown into the direction of the tallest mer.

Haekhael pulled her blade out as a three against one battle would begin. The smallest mer tried to jab her in the side, another blade was close to her neck. So Haekhael pushed them back with a grumble from her throat. It was oddly melodic. Unlike the Voice of the nords that left them terrors, the song was used as a force to push the three mer back. As the three mer would be pushed back, they fell to the ground. A flame came from Haekhael's palm once again as she held up her sword arm to decapitate the attackers.

Before Haekhael would make the fatal blow, Almalexia grabbed her wrist. She gestured to the chimer before them and told Haekhael,"Wait! I know these mer."

The dark skinned knight would set down her sword arm and asked,"Who are these mer, and if they know you, why do they attack us?"

The chimer queen would point to the biggest of them, who sat in the middle. His eyes were wide with terror. Almalexia spoke with a calm tone,"That is Nerevar, my husband."

Almalexia then went to the smallest mer and lifted them up with ease,"This is Vivec, a good friend. And a poet."

She then threw her arm out dramatically to gesture to the mer with the angriest of faces,"And that is Alandro Sul, a companion of Nerevar's."

Haekhael pressed the side of her sword's blade against Nerevar's neck,"I'm going to ask this once more. Why would they attack us in the night."

Nerevar would lightly push the blade to the side and explained,"We only saw the blue fire. We had heard of the damage towards travellers trails. We thought that it had come down to burn Mournhold."

Haekhael finally chose to sheath her blade and cross her arms,"Alright. Well, I suppose that makes more sense. I apologize for almost killing you."

#tes fanfiction #tes oc #tes #morrowind oc #first era morrowind #nerevar nearly gets killed #Almalexia has to stop three murders before they happen #Alandro Sul gets a name mention #mournhold #Vivec is mentioned as the smallest mer due to my head canons #oc: Haekhael Al-Lu'an

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the-hero-unknown · 3 years

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This is my art dump of my oc Haekhael because I love her very much!

And here's an info dump :

She protects Almalexia in the First Era, is a good friend of Nerevar,Vivec, and Sotha Sil. Sworn to kick Voryn Dagoth/Dagoth Ur in the shin one day-

Haekhael came from Yokuda. She was a sword-singing prodigy, later exiled for the use of blue fire. Haekhael also ends up becoming the Vestige and proceeds to replace Darien Gautier as Champion of Meridia. (By doing that, she replaces her right eye with dawn breaker so she can sword swing with it, she wears sun colored war paint).

She also stays asleep for a very very long time and is awoken by the Nerevarine in "Morrowind's greatest time of danger".

Please forgive my bad coloring, I'm still practicing with the use of my colored pens.

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the-hero-unknown · 3 years

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I drew some of the first council + my oc Haekhael

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the-hero-unknown · 3 years

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Summary : Haekhael bonds with Alandro Sul as he tells a story. Warning for murder in the story 👉👉.

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Haekhael held a small cup in her hands. She felt sick to her stomach. In the wilds, it wasn't safe to be ill. Alandro Sul had spared some compassion for her. It was sacred and kept behind closed doors. He gently set a cold cloth against her forehead.

"Be careful drinking that and lying down, you could end up burning from the tea instead of the fever." He said, moving his hand along her arm and to her own hand. He gently squeezed it, feeling how warm she was. "Rest well, you'll have need of it."

Haekhael groaned and leaned back into the knapsack underneath her head. She set the cup aside,"What if I cannot rest?"

Alandro chuckled a bit,"What are you, a child?"

"No. I just can't sleep. Everything is sticky."

The chimer soldier laughed a bit. Haekhael pouted, she crossed her arms,"Why are you laughing?"

"No reason, I swear. Although, if you really are feeling restless, might I tell you a tale?"

Haekhael sat up slowly, taking the wet cloth from her head. She grinned widely,"I'd love to hear one. Maybe two even."

"Lie back down, and I'll try to tell you one, eh?"

Alandro gently nudged shoulder, Haekhael would comply,"Alright fine. What kind of tale do you have in mind to tell me?"

"I've got a few from long ago. Though, most of them include Lord Nerevar."

"I could do without hearing about him, I'd like to hear from a fellow warrior rather than a king."

Alandro chuckled, picking up the cloth again,"This time, keep it on your head. It's supposed to help."

"I will, I swear! Just get to the story."

Alandro Sul set down the cloth on the woman's head once more. The bright baby blue that went against her dark brown skin. He began his long tale,"Long ago, when I travelled along the many roads of Resdayn, I decided to go off trail."

"Why?"

"I didn't think much of a why, suppose I thought myself immortal, suppose that's the Azura in me."

Haekhael giggled a bit, shifting so her arms would be under her head,"And then what?"

"As I was saying, I went off trail, right into a bandit camp. There were a few of 'em. Lots of Nords mainly. Some were even dwemer and chimer. Anyways, these lowly vermin were looking for a fight, and I was like an apple ready to be picked. I was a foolish lad, and challenged the largest Nord to a duel."

Her jaw dropped,"No. I know you said you were foolish, but I didn't think you were the death thinking kind!"

Alandro shrugged,"It happens to all of us at some point, look at yourself. You stayed out all night in the rain like a s'wit."

"Hey! I did not stay out on purpose. I just never woke up!" Haekhael defended herself quickly," You know I've slept through worse on the many roads."

Alandro picked up his own tea cup,"I know. You're a tough woman. But still, even you can get sick."

Haekhael rolled her eyes as she leaned into the lumpy makeshift pillow,"Nevermind that, go on with your tale!"

"Yes ma'am. And so, this large burly Nord comes up, as I have challenged him. He had light blond hair left all the way down to his back and a warrior's braid along his cheek. He had a long beard too, and red war paint on his eyes. He swore to Kyne that he'd beat me, but I said,'so long as Azura is my mother, you only have hope to keep you warm!' And he charged at me. He grabbed me by my neck and held me down for a good while. He had not taken account of my hands. And Azura led my blade to his heart."

"What happened after that?" Haekhael asked, listening well into the story.

"Well, I had a giant nord absolutely crushing me and blood on my hands. The bandits were terrified. Their eyes only knew the wrath of Azura had been awakened by my word. Are you tired yet?"

"Not even a little, your story has thrilled my inner child. What did they do after they saw your victory?"

Alandro sighed, he looked around for a minute. Once he made sure they were safe, he cleared his throat.

"They ran away like prey. Scattered. Funny enough, I still have a pretty souvenir."

Alandro picked up his knapsack, it was heavy and fortunately supplies were ready. They were not what he wanted. He dug through the bag and pulled out a circlet. It was golden, with a garnet in between two rubies. An enchantment had been placed upon it. A crimson aura surrounded the gems.

Haekhael took a good look,"Was the Nord wearing that?"

"By Azura, no, thankfully not. I found it in a chest. It's a beauty, isn't it?"

"I was just making sure! Also, yes. It's beautiful. Who's going to deny that craftsmanship?"

Alandro shrugged before holding it out the circlet,"It's enchanted. I asked Voryn what the enchantment had been and he said it extended your life. Maybe you should have it."

Haekhael glared, her lips pursed,"I'm sick not on my deathbed."

"I shouldn't have said it like that. I mean that I want you to keep it."

The woman raised a brow, as she was unsure.

"I mean that... I've had it for a long time, never made use of it."

She picked up the circlet and inspected it. Haekhael brushed her thumb against a ruby. The woman snickered,"If I didn't know better, I'd ask if you were courting me."

The mer scrunched his face,"Just take the gift without being weird."

Haekhael continued to laugh which led to a coughing fit. She covered her mouth with the inside of her elbow. Alandro remained unamused.

#oc tag #first era #resdayn #morrowind #alandro sul #chimer #oc fanfic #Oc: Haekhael Al-Lu'an #soft uwu #ocxcanon #fanfic #morrowind oc #why does tagging take so long :'D

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Haekhael Al-Lu'an... Haekhael Al-Luan... Haekhael Al-Luan...

The voices would whisper with anger into her ear. Her name repeated over and over. Some voices were more prominent than others. A harsh woman's voice repeated her name in pure rage, a man's voice said her name as if she had wronged him. They all said her name until it meant nothing. Images flooded the inside of her head, they would run like a scene in a play.

There was her childhood home in Yokuda, from where she had been banished. She could see the river rise. When it began to flood, Haekhael tried to reach out, as if to save her home from the water that flashed before her. Soon it began to rise over her head And when she found she couldn't save anything by grasping at water, she yelled with no sound from her mouth. In another scene, she saw fire. Hot and red, it surrounded her. It burned her flesh from the inside brutally. After that vision, she was met with the flash of two planes of existence melting together. It created hellish creatures of the night. Everything around her swirled with bright golden and dark crimson light. Then, with air tight in her chest, Haekhael screamed and woke up in a cold sweat.

She looked around, frightened from the nightmares that ached her. Haekhael poked her head outside of her tent. All she saw was out the flap of the fur pelt tent was the forest she had fallen asleep in. She sighed and pulled her legs up and had her hands upon her knees. Haekhael grunted,"It was just a dream."

Haekhael was all alone out in Resdayn. And separated by two large countries to her homeland. Resdayn was suppose to be mystical. But all Haekhael felt was humid and freezing, at least at the borders. She stood up slowly. The woman looked around her tent. Haekhael noted her pile of armor and began to put it on rather than to leave it in the dirt.

First was a chest-plate of iron. Haekhael had made it when she was young, and she could tell the armor was getting more and more dented, as well as the paint began to chip off. Haekhael gently brushed her thumb on cold painted metal. She sighed as she began to put on the chest-plate over her shoulders, and to keep it in place, there were small hide strings under her arms. There were also leather straps that went over her shoulders that held up plate on her shoulders. She slid on her pauldrons and that's when she heard a glass shattering scream, and the sound fire flying through the air.

Haekhael grabbed her blade from the ground near her bed roll and ran out of her tent to see what was happening. There were several mer protecting a single elven woman. And there looked to be a group of angered warriors. They wore the ebony-like armor yet lightest of weight armor she had ever seen. Haekhael watched the discourse in mild panic. Elven blades clashed against one another, a dagger defeated a long blade.

Haekhael gripped the hilt of her sword and attacked what she had assumed to be aggressors. They used their daggers well, almost nicking her cheek with a blade. Haekhael began to sing. A deep rumble came from her throat. A melody came from her throat. Not of a lullaby but a war cry came. From her throat a blue light appeared. Her soul. Her very being. Her blade became that of a blue flame, which resembled the light from her throat. Haekhael took the aggressors out with ease and in fury. The soldiers of two sides seemed to fall. Some had already been down from before Haekhael had intervened.

From behind two soldiers, an elven woman came out. The elven woman was shorter than Haekhael. Her hair blazed a reddish orange, styled in a bun. Her eyes reminded Haekhael of an jade within an emerald. She looked up at Haekhael with great interest. Her voice was deep and regal, clearly one of a noble,"Who are you?"

Haekhael froze up as she looked down at the elven woman. Her throat felt dry as she tried to speak normally. The flame on her blade cracked as her concentration on her voice was broken. Finally, the words rolled off her tongue," I am Haekhael Al-Lu'an, and who might you be?"

" I am Indoril Almalexia, of Mournhold."

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