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.

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6. The Apprentice Wizard

An old woman ushered a group of children inside, women huddled and whispered, men looked to her in disgust as she strode into Riften covered in the gore of a bandit group who thought they could rob her. She glared at them and opened the door to the tavern the Bee and Barb.

“Come in, have a seat. I’ll be by with drinks,” An Argonian woman called to her.

She found an empty table in the corner and unslung her rucksack from her shoulder. She took in the room, checking for possible threats before she removed her sword belt and set her shield aside. A group of Nords sat quietly with their drinks, a dark haired woman with fair skin was arguing with someone by the door, a mage was slumped over the bar, a priest was preaching about Mara, and a handsome Nord with hair like fire was watching her from across the room.

She kept an eye on him and sorted through the loot she had gotten from the bandits.

The barmaid walked over to her table, “Anything I can get for you?”

Still staring into her bag Tansy replied, “Ale and a roast.”

The Argonian woman cocked her head to get a better look at her and hurried away.

    Marcurio jumped as Keerava slammed a tankard down beside him, “You got the money for your debt yet?’’

He groaned and put his head back down, “No..no one has hired me.”

“Then why are you sitting at my bar instead of looking for work?” she smacked him with a cleaning rag.

“Okay, okay! I’m getting up see.” He pushed himself away from the bar and noticed a woman sitting in the corner ruffling through a bag. He took note of her pathetic, mismatched, weapons and armor.

“I wouldn’t if I were you..” Keerava said in a hushed tone, “That one is bad news, I feel it in my tail. Something isn’t right about her.”

“Aww you do care!” She hit him with the rag again.

“I just don’t want to have to clean your blood off my floor.”

“I’m an apprentice wizard! I can handle myself.” Keerava sighed as he approached the stranger.

Tansy glanced up as the mage from the bar approached her, “Why settle for stabbing your foes when you can roast them in an arcane bout of fire?” She glared up at him and went back to what she was doing.

Seeing that he was being ignored, Marcurio leaned on the table and gave her his most charming smile. “Surely you need someone to accompany you in your travels and protect you from the evils of the world.”

His head slammed against the wall, her hand was around his neck, his feet were barely touching the floor. He searched his mind desperately for an offensive spell, but the lack of air was clouding his mind. She leaned in close to him and he saw her face for the first time; dark red war-paint streamed from her eyes like bloody tears, her eyes were dark gold and menacing, there was no emotion in them. Her fair skin looked milky compared to her jet black hair that streamed down her back.

She gripped him harder and spoke in a low growl, “I can handle myself.” She let him drop and walked out the door, her belongings in hand.

    “I told you not to do it,” Keerava chided him as he sat down at the bar again. “Yeah, I won’t make that mistake again.” He rubbed his neck, sure that there was going to be a bruise.

 
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