Tansy's Tales

Talos granted me my Body, Kyne granted me my Voice, Akatosh granted me my Soul.
Tansy is a cold hearted Nord from Bruma who's just arrived in Skyrim. In Cyrodiil she was almost constantly alone. She was different, and it made people afraid. The only company she had was the occasional stranger to warm her bed. But she is finding that things are very different in Skyrim.


1. Introduction

Tansy was born in Cyrodiil in the city of Bruma to Nordic parents Havardr and Sylvi who were in the Fighter’s Guild. Her parents encouraged her to play with the other children in town, but whenever Tansy tried to join in their games she was ignored and avoided. She would often sit by herself and sing songs she had made up.

An older woman heard her one day and she immediately went to Tansy's parents telling them that they needed to keep track of her better and take her to the temple more often because of all the dark and horrible things she would sing about. Her parents disregarded the woman and encouraged Tansy to sing. She was always singled out and labeled 'different', and 'strange'.

She had a very healthy appetite for a young girl, she ate more than some of the men in town. She was definitely more active than the other children, she would stay out playing long into the night when other children were asleep in their beds. Parents trained their daughter how to fight with sword and shield, on her own Tansy learned how not to be seen and how to get to places she shouldn’t be. Late at night she would sneak into shops and steal shiny trinkets from their display cases. She had a secret area in her bedroom where she would keep all the treasures she had found.

At the age of 16, her parents were slain by bandits who thought they could sneak into the castle and kidnap the Countess. Tansy had been outside the city gathering herbs when she saw the fires. She raced back to Bruma to find her father mortally wounded in the road. He told her that she needed to get to her mother who was trying to stop the bandits. Tansy fought alongside her mother with the sword and shield that the blacksmith had helped her forge in exchange for her working for him. She fought with a ferocity that the bandits had never before seen in an opponent. They soon lie dead before her. She turned to celebrate her victory with her mother, but saw that her neck had a large gash across it. She dropped beside her mother and stared at her for long hours.

She joined the Fighter’s Guild soon after and did odd jobs for them. When she was 18 she left her hometown for the Imperial City. She performed odd jobs there as well. She also loaded her pockets with valuables from the city’s residents. A few years later she returned to Bruma with intent on passing through and going to Skyrim.

It was very rough traveling with a horse through the mountains of Skyrim, and once she did reach a nicer part of the road her horse was exhausted. Tansy dismounted and led the poor horse towards some overhanging rock where she could make camp for the night.

She awoke to the sounds of fighting. She rose from her bedroll to creep towards the sound; she found Imperials and Stormcloaks fighting on the road. Men were shouting, horses were screaming. She could also hear her horse nearby, panicking at the smell of blood.  

Tansy breathed in the sweet scent of fresh blood and charged into the fray brandishing her slightly rusted imperially made sword and battered iron shield. It didn’t matter to her who her blade bit into, Stormcloak or Imperial. She just reveled in the kill.

“Bandits!” a Stormcloak shouted as she set upon him, blade slicing across his side. Tansy smiled at him, an evil grimace, “I’m no bandit.” with a quick jab she ended his life.

Soldiers were dropping all around her. After killing several Stormcloaks guarding a wagon, she began digging through a chest, trying to find anything valuable. An Imperial officer came up thinking to surprise her. He went to swing his war axe but found her blade between his ribs. He dropped heavily and a nearby archer saw her at the wagon. She soon felt an arrow tearing through her thigh, and another lodging in her shoulder.

She broke the shafts off and raised her sword to block a charging Stormcloak. She managed to bash his head in with her shield. Leaning against the wagon to try to dress her wounds, she didn’t see the Imperial woman come from behind and hit her in the head with the pommel of her sword.

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