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Sundas, 17th of Last Seed, 4E 201 – Part 2

Zahrassa was in a daze for the second time today, only this time it was because something that dragon did made her go flying backwards onto the ground, where she hit my head once again. Fire and chunks of rock were raining down around her, making the ground shake as Zahrassa attempted to get back to her feet. She couldn't see anything in front of her thanks to the returned blurry vision and the smoke everywhere, so she started to blindly stumble forward. Something huge landed right next to her, knocking her back to the ground. Another giant rock landed behind her, creating a vicious shock wave that moved her forward several more feet. This time she didn't bother trying to get up; death by falling, flaming rocks seemed like a very good idea right now.


Hands grabbed her upper arms and started to drag Zahrassa back to her feet, but another falling rock sent both her and whoever was trying to grab her flying across the ground once more. This time, Zahrassa's forehead broke the fall, the sheer force of the landing smashing the front her skull. Nearly blinded by the fire, smoke, and pain, Zahrassa struggled to get on all fours and to crawl in any direction that could provide some sort of shelter.


The unknown hands grabbed her once again, this time by the scruff of her neck. Whoever it was hauled Zahrassa up to her feet and used their other hand to steady her on the swaying ground. Smoke filled her lungs and she began to cough violently, attempting to stumble away from whoever had their hold on her, the crashing around her beginning to sound like it was moving farther and farther away. Zahrassa nearly fell once again and cried out from the pain of leaning forward with a broken skull, the hands barely keeping her on her feet. One of the hands that was holding on to her let go while the other shifted her so that she was slumped face-first against the unknown person's thin arm. Tilting Zahrassa slightly backwards, one of the hands gently came down to rest over her face, obscuring her rapidly-dwindling range of vision.


Zahrassa's eyes popped and nearly rolled back into her head from the pain of her broken forehead being touched, and the sudden light coming out of nothing was blinding. As quickly as it had appeared it vanished, the hand uncovering Zahrassa's face. She could feel the broken pieces of her skull zip back together, any of the pain she had been suffering from completely vanishing.


Now that everything was clear to Zahrassa, she realized that she now had the perfect opportunity to escape from whoever was holding her and make a break for freedom outside of the burning city


With every single ounce of strength she could muster, Zahrassa worked her bound hands up to use as a brace against the stomach of whoever was clutching her. The person started to move away, Zahrassa being half-carried, half-dragged by them, and the adrenaline rush kicked and took over every action. With strength Zahrassa didn't know she possessed, she shoved against the unknown person as hard as she could.


The person yelped and stumbled, losing their hold on Zahrassa. Mind swimming, she shoved against them once more, sending them crashing to the ground. She could barely survey what was going on around her, only that people were running and screaming and some others were running towards a tower while the dragon circled overhead. Fire and smoke surrounding Zahrassa, she took off like a shot towards the tower, mowing whoever had been holding her down and dodging the falling debris and bodies as best as she possibly could. After what felt like forever, she skittered through the entry into the tower and collided with another person that had taken shelter.


“Good to see you're still alive, kiddo!”


Zahrassa turned to see the blond man that had been sitting across from her in the carriage leaning heavily against the wall, nursing a large gash on his face.


“You too!” She cried, almost smiling. What a relief...at least there's someone here that isn't trying to kill me...


“Could the old legends be true?” Another man that was in the tower cried. Zahrassa turned once more, working her hands against the binds that were still holding them together.


“Legends don't burn down villages.”


So Ulfric is in here, too?


“Do you remember me now?!” Zahrassa snapped upon seeing him leaning against the door frame, looking out in the chaos that was unfolding in the streets. The adrenaline rush was starting to reduce her into hysterics.


“Vaguely,” he answered, grabbing a steel dagger laying on the floor. Instead of doing the smart thing and running away from the danger, Zahrassa stumbled towards the door frame. Ulfric threw out an arm to stop her in her tracks as she nearly stepped out the entryway. “Not safe.”


“But I need to get out!”


With a fast, sudden slice, the bindings on her hands fell away and Ulfric shoved the dagger into her hands.


“Ralof, get everyone to safety!” He demanded as he shoved Zahrassa at the blond man. So much for finding the biggest guy in the room to save me, as Sigirek always told me to do...


“Yes sir!” Ralof cried, grabbing Zahrassa's wrist and hauling her up the crumbling stairs. “Come on kid, lets go!”


Zahrassa blindly stumbled along after him, reaching the point where she no longer cared who or what got her out of this crumbling insanity of a city. I don't care who else grabs me, as long as I get out of this damn city with my head still on my shoulders!


“Careful!” Ralof screamed as the dragon came crashing through the wall, angrily breathing a spout of fire into the new hole before taking off. Small hunks of debris fell from the staircase above the two, a small rock hitting Zahrassa right on top of her head...again.


“You alright, kid?” A Stormcloak behind her yelled as she stumbled ant clapped a hand onto the new ache.


“I'm getting sick and tired of things hitting me in the head!” She shrieked angrily, aggressively rubbing the hurting spot on her head. If I get out of here without a concussion, I'll punch a wolf in the face!


“Aren't we all?” Ralof chimed in, leaning through the gap to survey what was going on outside. “Alright kid, it's not safe to head out the door. You're going to have to jump into the tavern below, see?”


Zahrassa leaned through the gap to look at the huge, burning hole in the roof of what used to be the tavern. That's a long way down...


“I'm going to get everyone out before I jump, so I'll meet up with you later. Just get to the Keep and you'll be fine!”


“Are you kidding?!” she cried, “That fall looks dangerous!”


“You Khajiit kids like adventuring, right? Think of it as an adventure!”


Adventure.


Zahrassa felt her heart in her throat as she thought of M'zami. Zahrassa could die here and she'd never know...


No, I can't think about that! I'm going to live, I'm going to get out of here, and I'll be able to see her again soon! I just have to jump through a hole in a roof...I might as well be trying to thread a needle without licking the thread first!


The ceiling above Zahrassa rumbled dangerously.


“Time for adventure, it seems...” she said flatly.


“That's it, kiddo, you can do it!” Ralof said proudly, lifting her up and balancing her on the ledge. Zahrassa looked down at the hole and grabbed the patch of fur at the base of her neck where her father's amulet was supposed to be. “Don't worry, I heard that cats always land on their feet!”


“Khenthari guide me...” she whispered, taking her other hand off of the wall. With a deep breath and a glance at the sky, Zahrassa pitched herself forward and plummeted towards the smoldering hole in the roof. The flaming ring approached quickly as Zahrassa oriented herself in a way that would enable her to land on her feet.


The floor groaned and shuddered as she landed with a soft thud, her balance being thrown off and sending her sprawling to the floor face-first. She could hear cheers from above as she scrambled back to her feet and ran down the destroyed upper floor, sliding to yet another hole she needed to fall through so that her feet would once again be safely on the ground. The adrenaline was back in full swing as she turned around and jumped backwards, catching the ledge with her hands to stop the fall. She hung on for just a few seconds, let the let go, dropped to the floor, and took off through a gap in the wall. Huh, maybe I should take up a career in acrobatics when I get out of here...


“The Keep, the Keep, where in Oblivion is the Keep?!” She muttered to herself as she ran wildly through the streets, dodging burned bodies and piles of debris. Her brain was absolutely soaked by the amount of adrenaline that was coursing through her, so much that it wasn't able to properly process everything she was seeing and hearing. Its only focus was on survival, dead people littering the streets and collapsing buildings be damned!


“Still alive, prisoner? This way!”


It's the man with the list!


“How did you get your binds off...? Never mind, stick by if you want to live!” He said as Zahrassa appeared at his side, and she followed him behind a house that served as the only clear path that didn't have Thalmor, debris, bodies, or a dragon blocking it.


“I quite enjoy living, to be honest-”


The wall above her shattered as the dragon landed, and it spewed another column of fire. Zahrassa pressed her back against the wall's remains, heart racing as she felt the heat of its breath on her face. As soon as the dragon took off again, screeching and bellowing fire, the soldier grabbed her arm and shoved her out in front of him.


“Go! The Keep is that way!” He screamed, pointing towards the imposing building with singed banners hanging on the side. Zahrassa ran towards it, once again without second thought, feeling the burn in her leg muscles and lungs from the exertion and smoke in the air.


“Into the Keep!” Ralof yelled, appearing next to the door and swinging it open. Zahrassa ran inside with him hot on her heels, the sound of the door slamming shut being the last thing she heard of the utter destruction going on around her.


                                                                                       

I'm alive...!

The Diary of Zahrassa Barahir: Act 1, Chapter 3
Okay, now she's not that much of a weenie, but take away the adrenaline and everything's gonna go to shit.

4/12/2014 UPDATE: After completing a research paper, I finally had the time to go back and modify chapter three. Now everything is matched up! Of course, since finals week is fast approaching, I won't have as much time to work on the story (plus I write in a non-linear fashion...I'll write chapter five, then I'll write chapter ten, then I'll go back and modify chapter four, etc.), but come mid-December I'll hopefully be updating at lightening speed. 




The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim © Bethesda Softworks, LLC
The Diary of Zahrassa Barahir © Gracie Erickson

{<<< The Diary of Zahrassa Barahir - Act 1, Chapter 2} {CHAPTER THREE} {The Diary of Zahrassa Barahir - Act 1, Chapter 4 >>>}
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Sundas, 17th of Last Seed, 4E 201 – Part 1

It was a sudden jolt that brought Zahrassa back to reality, but her vision didn't return as quickly as it should have. That was her first clue that something was very, very wrong.


The first thing she noticed was that she was leaning heavily on something sturdy and covered in fur.


The second thing she noticed was the fact that she and the unknown furry object she was leaning on were in a moving cart.


The third thing she noticed was that her hands were bound behind her back.


Zahrassa sat bolt upright, her vision finally clearing up and revealing the figures that were sitting around her. Most of them were wearing Stormcloak uniforms, but one man with dark hair that wasn't in any sort of uniform looked like he was on the verge of panic.


Oh no... she groaned when she felt a throb from the back of her head, making a faint memory of the night before return.


Zahrassa had just finished gathering ingredients for Dro'shuji so that she could make the potion to fix M'zami's ankle when she heard a twig snap and stopped her writing short. She began following the throwing knives that she had stabbed into the trees to prevent her from getting lost when she left the road, keeping her dagger at the ready in one hand as she supposedly stomped away from the potential danger. As it turns out, poor Zahrassa had been walking right towards it, but she was so focused on getting back to the road that she didn't notice. When she made it back to the road, the first and last thing she saw before everything went blank were Imperial soldiers with a bunch of Stormcloak prisoners in tow. Someone must have knocked her out shortly afterwards.


“Hey, you. You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right?” the blond man sitting directly across from Zahrassa said, nodding.


“Border?” she mumbled. The back of her head throbbed once again, making her vision cloud back over, and she laid her head back against the furry lump that was next to her to try and dull the pain. It worked for just a few seconds, because almost as soon as her head began to rest, the lump moved away. Zahrassa groaned and slumped forward, starting to feel ill. “What happened?”


“Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there.” the blond man responded. Zahrassa sat back up, tears of pain starting to well in the corners of her vivid yellow-green eyes.


“Damn you Stormcloaks! Skyrim was fine until you came along! Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and be halfway to Hammerfell,” the dark-haired man who was presumably the thief muttered before looking directly at the small Khajiit. “You there. You and me - we shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants.”


“I...don't understand what's going on,” she mumbled once again, swaying slightly as the throbbing in her head came to a rest once more.


“We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief.” The blond man snapped at the dark-haired man.


“Shut up back there!” The driver of the cart snapped, causing another throb in Zahrassa's head. One of the tears that had formed dripped into her lap, staining the light brown dress she was wearing.


“And what's wrong with him, huh?” the thief asked after a few painful minutes of silence and head pain, indicating towards the furry lump Zahrassa had been leaning on just a few moments ago.


“Watch your tongue. You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King!” The blond snapped as she slowly turned to look. As soon as he said “Ulfric”, she felt my heart stop.


Zahrassa didn't know what province she was in, where they were going, or why she was tied up, but she now knew one thing: I'm sitting next to the man who killed one of my childhood friends. One thing she still didn't know was what to do about this. Should I say something to him? Should I bite him or hit him or some combination of the two?


The thief and the blond were still talking, but Zahrassa didn't hear them anymore. She was too focused on the death glare she was giving Ulfric, willing him to look her in the eye and still trying to figure out how to react.


“You killed my friend,” she eventually managed to say, her voice eerily calm and quiet despite the situation they were in. Her harsh glare relaxed into a blank, emotionless stare as Ulfric turned to look at her. Now that Zahrassa had eye contact, any kind of hatred she could have mustered in the few minutes of clarity mysteriously evapourated. It was instead replaced by some sort of exasperated curiosity. A few minutes ago she was ready to bite his face off, but now she just wanted to know why. “Torygg. He was my friend. Why?”


That was a dumb thing to say. He has a gag on, after all...


“I said shut up back there!” The Imperial solider driving the cart snapped.


“You don't remember me, I guess...” she said quietly, looking down at her thin hands and pulling against the binds. It was a long time ago, after all...


She was six years old and had only been with the Little-Wish's for a year. She couldn't remember exactly why, but Ulfric had come to visit Roghild, who were friends after serving in the Legion together during the Great War. Zahrassa had been in the cellar playing with her older sister Sigirek when she heard the front door open. She had always run to the door whenever it opened because she wanted to be the first to see Roghild whenever he got home, so she hugged her doll to her tiny chest and went bounding up the stairs. Normally, Zahrassa would have kept running until she collided with Roghild's legs, and he would pick her up and ask how his “kitten” was. It had been her favorite part of the evening, and if Roghild wasn't home at the normal time she would sit in front of the door and wait.


That evening, Zahrassa bolted up the stairs, but instead of running into Roghild's legs, she ran right into Ulfric's. Zahrassa was so startled by the fact that the man she had clung to was not her adoptive father that she ran to hide under the kitchen table. At that point in her life, Zahrassa was proficient enough in Tamrielic that she had almost completely forgotten all but one phrase in Ta'agra that her real mother had always told her when she was nervous, so every time she was scared or startled, she would start repeating it over and over again until she felt safe once more.


Ulfric was pretty startled, too, walking into the Little-Wish house only to be struck by a small cat who ran away screaming “shurh ahziss kirmir'iiliten” as fast as she had appeared.


Shurh ahziss kirmir'iiliten...be brave my smiling girl... Zahrassa thought to herself, sighing. The longer the cart ride dragged on, the more scared she began to feel. She hadn't said or thought anything close to 'shurh ahziss kirmir'iiliten' since she had started traveling with Idhisa when she twelve years old. Maybe now is a good time to start again?


Zahrassa looked up from her lap and finally recognized the landscape; Falkreath Hold. The walls of Helgen were approaching and she nervously held my breath. She would be inside of a walled settlement for the first time in three years, but instead of her own free will it was in bindings. The very fact that they were stopping in Helgen...no...


“Shurh ahziss kirmir'iiliten...” she gasped, bringing her bound hands up to her throat. That was when Zahrassa noticed that her father's Amulet of Kynareth was no longer securely around her neck and her mother's golden wedding ring was gone from its rightful place on her left ring finger.


“General Tullius, stop!” A shrill voice called out. Zahrassa twisted her head around to see a tall Altmer woman arguing with an older man, who was probably General Tullius. Her stomach dropped when she saw the Thalmor robes she was wearing. My father's amulet gone, my mother's wedding ring gone, Thalmor in the city, the fact that I'm sitting next to Ulfric Stormcloak...


“Shurh ahziss kirmir'iiliten... Shurh ahziss kirmir'iiliten... Shurh ahziss kirmir'iiliten...” she panted in a faint whisper, her heart nearly stopping once again. The only logical answer she could think of was that she had walked into an Imperial ambush, was back in Skyrim, and was probably going to have her head cut off for no reason other than being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Worse yet, Idhisa would have no idea where Zahrassa was or if she was dead or alive. New tears started to form, only instead of from the pain in the back of her head it was from sheer terror. The only thing of hers that she still had other than the clothes on her back was her diary, which had been shoved carelessly into her corset when she first started making her way back to the road the night before. A book isn't going to be much help for me now.


The carriage rolled through town and Zahrassa kept my head down, shaking like a newborn deer standing for the first time. There was no way out of this; keep silent, her head gets cut off; tell them that she was the long lost Sorja Little-Wish, and she gets dagged off by the Thalmor woman. Sure, I could probably escape from her, but what if I didn't?


“You've got to tell them! We weren't with you! This is a mistake!” the thief yelled as the carriage rolled to a stop and the occupants were ushered off. One of the soldiers just shoved the thief aside and motioned for Zahrassa to jump off, looking almost bored. Zahrassa remained still, warily looking at the drop to the ground compared to how small she was/ Irritated, the soldier grabbed her by the ribs and roughly swung her down to the ground. She couldn't get my footing due to how fast it happened and fell flat on her face with a whimper.


“Up!” The soldier snapped, grabbing Zahrassa by the collar of her dress and violently yanking her to her feet. She started to sob quietly as the soldier shoved her forwards into the line of Stormcloaks, who were all having their names called out. They kept bumping Zahrassa around as she stumbled forward, trying as hard as she could to get her footing and not fall over again.


“Lokir of Rorikstead!” One of the soldiers called out, and all eyes turned to the thief.


“No, I'm not a rebel. You can't do this!” Lokir yelled before running off. Zahrassa briefly entertained the idea of going after him; she would run after him, ask him to take her to Cyrodiil, I would find Idhisa, and everything would be fin-


“Archers!” The captain called, and Zahrassa was treated to the sight of Lokir being filled with arrows. It took forever for him to actually fall, and even longer to stop screaming and finally die. Zahrassa's chest started to heave with panic and it took every once of willpower she had within her tiny body to not scream. Zahrassa had never actually seen someone die before, let alone so...gruesomely.


“You there! Step forward!”


The captain was pointing at Zahrassa now. She remained rooted to the spot, still in shock at what she had just witnessed and frozen in terror.


“I...I...” she whispered. What is that going to accomplish, Zahrassa, you big idiot?


“I said 'STEP FORWARD'!” The captain screeched, and Zahrassa took a tiny, staggering step towards her and the soldier standing by her. “Don't be funny, cat!”


With tears streaming down her face and small whimpers coming out of her throat, Zahrassa continued to take small, staggering steps towards them. Soft murmurs were coming from the crowd of Stormcloaks behind her and a few of the townspeople that had gathered to watch the execution.


“She's not one of us, there's no way!”


“Look at how small she is, she probably isn't even ten years old...”


“I can't believe Ulfric would have children fighting on his side, shame on him!”


“They're not going to execute a child, are they?”


“Probably hasn't even touched a toy weapon in her life,”


“Damn rebels have child soldiers now, don't they? Bastards,”


“I don't think she's a rebel, she looks too young,”


“And you are...?” The soldier asked, flipping through a small booklet while holding his quill between his fingers.


“I...” Zahrassa managed to stammer out, the panic obvious in her voice. The Thalmor woman appeared behind the captain and the soldier and looked over the crowd of rebels as if she were sizing up a piece of meat. There was no way either of Zahrassa's names, Zahrassa Barahir and Sorja Little-Wish, were on the list that the soldier was holding, but they were probably on the Thalmor woman's list. It was either give a fake name and probably get her head chopped off by the Imperials, or give her real name and get her head chopped off by the Thalmor. Or death by torture. Or-


“Your name?”


Well, maybe there was a chance the Imperials would let me go! I haven't done anything wrong, and the influence of the Little-Wish last name would be enough to set me free! Even then, I could still probably escape being dragged away by the Thalmor, I'm a fast runner and good at hiding. It would be easier and safer to escape one unarmed Thalmor agent than to try and escape a bunch of armed Imperials who had just killed a man right in front of me...


“Do you speak Tamrielic?” The soldier asked gently.


Sorja it is.


“Y-yes, I speak it,” Zahrassa stammered, trying to look as innocent as possible. “Why do you want to kill me?”


“We need your name first,” he answered. Zahrassa took a huge, deep breath, and chanced a glance over at the Thalmor agent. She was glaring murderously at Ulfric, so she probably wasn't paying attention. Zahrassa almost hoped that she was paying attention since her prospect of escape and survival looked much better if she did.


“Sorja. I'm Sorja Little-Wish,” she stated, praying that her voice wouldn't shake. The soldier nearly dropped his quill as another murmur went through the crowd.


“Little-Wish? I thought they disappeared years ago!”


“I knew they had adopted a daughter, I didn't know it was a Khajiit!”


“There's no way that's Sorja, the Little-Wish clan are Nords!”


“What's Sorja doing with a bunch of rebels?”


“Figures Erisla would have brought in a cat, the woman was all about helping the unfortunate,”


Do you remember me now, Ulfric? Zahrassa thought, quickly glancing at him over her shoulder.


“She's not on the list, captain.” The soldier said, having recovered from his shock. The captain continued to stare at Zahrassa, so she gave her a pleading look.


“Forget the list. She goes to the block!” the Captain eventually concluded after what felt like forever. There was an outcry from the Stormcloaks behind Zahrassa, but she barely heard what they were yelling; she was too consumed by her own blinding panic.


“No, please don't hurt me! I've never held a sword in my life! I'm only fifteen!” she sobbed, eliciting a few gasps from the townspeople.


“To the block!” the Captain commanded.


“I'm sorry,” the soldier next to her said sadly, giving Zahrassa a sympathetic look as he wrote something down. “Do you having any living family in Elsweyr? We'll make sure your remains are sent to them.”


“R-remains?” Zahrassa wheezed. “I...no, I don't have any family...anywhere.”


There was a small commotion behind her as the Imperial soldiers began organizing the Stormcloaks, and Tullius began to address Ulfric, but Zahrassa wouldn't be able to pay attention, even if she tried; she was scared for her life and had no way ou-wait, I do have a way out!


“Help me, please, don't let them hurt me! I'll tell you anything you need to know!” Zahrassa mouthed at the Thalmor agent, who was now looking directly at her. Frightened beyond belief, Zahrassa let the tears fall freely. If I can play with her emotions just enough to get her to feel something, anything, towards me, she might step in. It worked when I was younger, after all...


The headsman's axe swung into the air and Zahrassa squeezed her eyes shut.


“Tullius, stop!” The Thalmor woman yelled, pointing at Zahrassa and striding forward. Zahrassa swallowed her urge to run away from the agent as fast as she could and remained rooted to the spot, shaking. In a strange twist of things, she had become her momentary protector, and Zahrassa needed to save the adrenaline for when she ran away from her after getting out of this place.


“Madame Ambassador, I said no!” Tullius cried out, also stepping forward.


“Erisla and Sigirek Little-Wish are wanted by the Aldmeri Dominion, and I am not about to let you execute my last chance at finding their whereabouts! Unless you want your Emperor to hear about your lack of cooperation, I suggest you listen!” the Ambassador woman snapped, cutting him off. People were staring, and the headsman had stopped mid-swing.


“Carry on with the executions while I sort this out!” Tullius sighed, exasperated. He grabbed Zahrassa roughly by the arm and dragged her towards the Ambassador. Zahrassa stumbled along, her eyes still shut, and she didn't open them until she heard the sickening sound of one of the Stormcloaks getting his head cut off.


Blood was thundering through Zahrassa's head as she and Tullius approached the Ambassador, and as soon as she was arms length away from her, the Ambassador reached out and grabbed Zahrassa's other arm with a painfully strong grip. She yanked Zahrassa close as soon as Tullius let go of her arm, and Zahrassa instinctively opened her eye and and twisted her neck so that her face was pressed into the Ambassador's side.


“Elenwen, this is ridiculous!” Tullius snapped.


“You know that you were ordered to bring Ulfric to the Imperial City upon his capture!”


“The sooner he is dead, the sooner this war ends!”


Another head sliced off. Zahrassa whined pathetically and grabbed Elenwen's wrist with her free hand like she did to Erisla and her biological mother when she was little and afraid of things that were happening around her. Elenwen's grip relaxed somewhat when Zahrassa kept whimpering.


“You were ordered.” Elenwen snarled. The two continued to bicker while the priestess read another prisoner their last rights, when there was suddenly a strange roar from somewhere in the sky.


“What was that?” The captain yelled. Zahrassa let her face out of its safety of Elewen's side to look up at the sky like everyone else, blinking as the bright sunlight hit her eyes.


“It's nothing, carry on!” Tullius ordered after a few seconds of just staring at the sky. Zahrassa barely managed to hide her face in time when another head came flying off.


“Mama...” she whined unwillingly, flinching. The same ill feeling began to develop in the pit of her stomach stomach once again, this time fueled by her embarrassment at hiding her face in a Thalmor agent's robes and crying when she was fifteen years old, but what else could she do?


“Fine!” Tullius cried, throwing his hands up in the air. “You get the kid and Ulfric, but I'm keeping the rest.”


Another roar, this one sounding closer. Zahrassa didn't even bother looking up and just tightened her grip on Elenwen's wrist. Please, lets just go...stop fighting so that I can run away...


“There it is again...”


Elenwen started to tug Zahrassa along, but it was much more gentle than what she had expected from a Thalmor agent, of all people. It was more of a guiding tug that a mother would do with her child, not a rough tug that a guard would do with a criminal. Zahrassa squeezed her eyes shut and kept her face down as she stumbled along, trying to keep her whining to a minimum as Elewen guided her along.


“WHAT IN OBLIVION IS THAT?!” Tullius shouted, and suddenly the roar came back right over Zahrassa's head. Elenwen stopped short and Zahrassa looked up to see a big, black dragon sitting on top of one of the towers.


“IT'S A DRAGON!” Someone screamed.


                                                                                                                                                                                     

For a split second, the dragon and Zahrassa made eye contact. Then, it opened its mouth, and everything changed.

The Diary of Zahrassa Barahir - Act 1, Chapter 2
In which my Dragonborn is actually a big, whiny baby who clings to the biggest person in the room and really needs to man the fuck up.

I don't know, man. She's just such a weenie who plays with emotions.

2/12/2014 UPDATE: If you check back on this, you'll realize that it is no longer in first person. That is because I've been posting this story to other sites, but in order to do that I had to go back an edit this and chapter three so that they were in third person like all of the other real-time events in this story. So this is the official new version of chapter two! Enjoy. 




The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim © Bethesda Softworks, LLC
The Diary of Zahrassa Barahir © Gracie Erickson

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Day thirty - 30/11/2014

Current Word Count: 50,110

Words to Go:  I won!

Current Chapter: Act One, Chapter Thirteen

Characters Slaughtered: 14

Cups of Tea Consumed: 33

Best Quote from Today: “Yeah? And what will that one taste like? Dead Thalmor marinated in mammoth guts for three years?” - Zahrassa Barahir, Act Two, Chapter One

Character of the day + GIF:

Kharjo, age 26

The funny recovering alcoholic who is incredibly sweet and caring towards everyone, as well as everyone’s favorite Khajiit follower, Kharjo acts as some sort of big brother figure to Zahrassa. The strongest person of Zahrassa’s “traveling band of badassery”, he carries most of the weight and still manages to kick ass.

He has a tendency to be very reckless and act on impulse instead of thinking things through, requiring others to bail him out of certain situations.

Lydia is convinced that he is a bad influence.

~~~~~~

Well there you have it; another year in the bag and another group of people thinking I'm crazy.

Many of my records were broken this time around. This year saw...

    + The lowest character death toll rolling in at 14, with only two named characters dying "on screen".
        - The previous record of lowest death toll was in 2010, with 90 dead characters. The current record list as it stands:
            1.) NaNoWriMo 2014, 14 dead
            2.) NaNoWriMo 2010, 90 dead
            3.) NaNoWriMo 2011, 519 dead
            5.) NaNoWriMo 2012/2013, 531 (several million implied)

    + The second-best comeback from a low word count to a high word count.
        - The current record is held by 2013, when I switched novels mid-month.

    + First use of fanfiction for a NaNoWriMo.

    + Second longest fanfiction I have ever written.
        - The longest clocked in with over 200,000 words written over a period of six months in 2009 and 2010 and is currently hidden in the depths of the destroyed hard drive of the old family computer. May it rest in peace and never see the light of day again.

    + The third youngest main character.
        - The current standing records...
            1.) Cecillia-Noelle "Noelle" Cartwright, age 9 (First half of NaNoWriMo 2013)
            2.) Aleksandrina "Sascha" Esmineteva, age 14 (NaNoWriMo 2010)
            3.) Zahrassa Barahir, age 15 (NaNoWriMo 2014)
            4.) Eveliina Rakkaus, age 16 (NaNoWriMo 2011)
            5.) Amber Floyd, age 17 (NaNoWriMo 2012/2013)

    + Third-highest winning word count.
        - The current records, in order from most to least...
            1.) NaNoWriMo 2010 with 80,000 words
            2.) NaNoWriMo 2013 with 52,324 words
            3.) NaNoWriMo 2014 with 50,110 words
            4.) NaNoWriMo 2012 with 50,034 words
            5.) NaNoWriMo 2011 with 50,023 words

Not only did I win this year, I did it while dealing with...
    - Moving
    - Two research papers
    - Four very long car rides across the state
    - Lack of stable internet
    - Exams
    - Playing Skyrim
    - Maintaining a social life
    - Keeping my grades in college up

So there you go. I won again and am once again addicted to caffeine and suffering from a lack of sleep. I will continue posting chapters of the story, since there is still much left to do with it. There's Thalmor to punch and dragons to slay.

But for now, I must sleep. Sleep 

lol just kidding i still have to do those research papers so the insanity will continue until after finals week fuck my life





Day twenty-nine - 29/11/2014

Current Word Count: 49014

Words to Go:  986

Current Chapter: Act One, Chapter Thirteen

Characters Slaughtered: 14

Cups of Tea Consumed: 30

Best Quote from Today:

"Lydia and Faendal are more of the “awkward pat on the head until they stop crying” kind of people and Kharjo is too realistic." - Zahrassa Barahir, Act One, Chapter Twelve

Character of the day + GIF:

(I have run out of interesting original characters, so it’s time to start diving into the NPCs that make up Zahrassa’s traveling band of badassery)

Faendal, age 50

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Everyone’s favorite Bosmer archer who tries to be the voice of reason whenever Lydia can’t take being to only sane person anymore. He initially agreed to just take Zahrassa to Whiterun after she escaped Helgen, but ended up sticking around after the two proved to be quite a team in Bleak Falls Barrow (and helping Zahrassa makes him look better in Camilla’s eyes, so that’s always a plus).

Surprisingly awkward individual.





Day twenty-eight - 28/11/2014

Current Word Count: 47,544

Words to Go:  2,456

Current Chapter: Act One, Chapter Twelve

Characters Slaughtered: 14

Cups of Tea Consumed: 27

Best Quote from Today: “’Because you’re the only familiar face from when I was younger that isn’t dead, missing, or smack in the middle of Imperial territory being played with like a puppet,’ she stated, finally lifting her head a fraction of an inch. No thanks to you, I probably wouldn’t be in this mess if you had kept your damn mouth shut…literally. - Act One, Chapter Twelve

Character of the day + GIF:

(I have run out of interesting original characters, so it’s time to start diving into the NPCs that make up Zahrassa’s traveling band of badassery).

Lydia, age 26

We all know Lydia as the sarcastic housecarl to the Dragonborn, but nobody really looks much farther into her personality. I, using my skills at making shit up to make her more 3D, have decided on a few new things to add to her. This includes crippling arachnophobia, being the voice of reason because all of Zahrassa’s friends are fucking crazy and/or have poor moral compasses, a former mercenary, surprisingly awkward, very task-oriented, and getting really mean when she gets tired. Though she and Zahrassa were often at odds in the beginning, an encounter with a Frostbite spider brought them closer together.

Tries to act like a mom towards to Zahrassa, often with hilarious results.





Day twenty-seven - 27/11/2014

Current Word Count: 46,629

Words to Go: 3,371

Current Chapter: Act One, Chapter Twelve

Characters Slaughtered: 14

Cups of Tea Consumed: 26

Best Quote from Today: Two once more.

1. “If you don’t believe that Zahrassa is the Dragonborn, then ask the dragon that got taken down by the Whitewatch Tower…oh wait, you can’t, because it’s fucking dead.” - Lydia, Act One, Chapter Eleven

2. “I always thought that the Dragonborn of legend would be…taller,” - Ulfric Stormcloak, Act One, Chapter Twelve

Character of the day + GIF:

Ulwindor Springwood, age 210

The mentally unstable Bosmer torture technician that was assigned to Northwatch Keep after a mass breakout (thanks a lot, Zahrassa). He has a personal beef with both Elenwen and Falanar, resulting in a very destructive, three-way bubble of hate. The only reason Falanar keeps him around is because he’s good at his job.

Absolutely nobody likes this guy.





Day twenty-six - 26/11/2014

Current Word Count: 44,337

Words to Go: 5663

Current Chapter: Act One, Chapter Eleven

Characters Slaughtered: 14

Cups of Tea Consumed: 24

Best Quote from Today:

"Dear Diary:

Fuck spriggans.

That is all.

- Zahrassa” - Zahrassa Barahir, Act One, Chapter Eleven

Character of the day + GIF:

Dro’shuji Tovikhan (age 78)

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Idhisa’s eccentric mother with a mastery of alchemy, Dro’shuji is, in every aspect, the funny old grandmother. She is very much a traditional person, having grown up in the tribal areas of the deserts of Elsweyr. She has adopted Zahrassa as her alchemy protoge and had taught her everything she knows, from cultivating difficult ingredients to doubling the amount of potion she can squeeze out of them.

Frequently at odds with Idhisa on how children should be raised.





Day twenty-five - 25/11/2014

Current Word Count: 39,601

Words to Go: 10,399

Current Chapter: Act One, Chapter Ten

Characters Slaughtered: 9

Cups of Tea Consumed: 23

Best Quote from Today: Today, something cute instead of funny!

Ahziss ajo’tok fusozay; ahziss skra’iv an ahziss maaszi; M’nara Barahir; “My wonderful wife without regret; my everything and my necessity; M’nara Barahir.” - Ring inscription, Act One, Chapter Ten

And of course, something funny.

"Dar’zahn never really told M’zami and I much about skooma, but he did give us many lectures about how it ruined his life. Sometimes I thought that Idhisa put him up to it so that M’zami and I wouldn’t turn to the stuff.

Needless to say, it worked. I don’t know if it really does make your eyes bleed and fall out, but I’m not going to take the chance if it does!” - Zahrassa Barahir, Act One, Chapter Ten

Sanity Level: I was once again crammed into a car with my family for an extended period of time.

Character of the Day + GIF:

Idhisa Kharstee, age 39

Divorced single mother to seventeen-year-old M’zami and most recent mother figure to fifteen-year-old Zahrassa, Idhisa is the leader of a trade caravan and a shrewd business woman. She is the glue that holds her caravan together and often sees herself as the only sane person among the bunch.

She isn’t afraid to use scare tactics to keep M’zami and Zahrassa in line, and often clashes with her mother, Dro’shuji, on how to take care of them.

Very skilled in the art of blackmail.





Day twenty-four - 24/11/2014

Current Word Count: 39,090

Words to Go: 10,910

Current Chapter: Act One, Chapter Ten

Characters Slaughtered: 9

Cups of Tea Consumed: 22

Best Quote from Today: I have three.

1. “We managed to get to the north gate, but one of the guards there said that there was a visitor’s tax. As usual, I almost believed him and was about to hand over most of our money, when Lydia, who gets really, really mean when she’s tired, stopped me and informed the guard that he was, in her exact words “full of shit” because visitor’s taxes are illegal in Skyrim. Then she threatened to snap his neck if he didn’t let us in.

We got in pretty damn quick after that one.” - Zahrassa Barahir, Act One, Chapter Ten

2. “Either way, Brynjolf told me that he had a job for me if I was interested, which would involve me stealing a ring and planting it on this Dunmer man named Brand-Shei (and odd name for a Dunmer, but then again I went by “Sorja” for many years and that isn’t exactly a Khajiit name) to get him thrown in jail. I said:

'Well, if I get desperate enough that eating dragon souls for breakfast stops paying well, I'll come find you.'

Then I walked away.” - Zahrassa Barahir, Act One, Chapter Ten

3. “I recognized a lot of the people there from the marketplace and a Bosmer man offered me a sweet roll in celebration of me mouthing off at Maven Black-Briar and living to tell the tale. Lydia wouldn’t let him give it to me because she hates fun.” - Zahrassa Barahir, Act One, Chapter Ten

Sanity Level: Professors who assign work over break are the reason alcoholism runs in my family.

Character of the Day + GIF:

K’tabe Barahir (née Ahjrabbi), age 53

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It’s hard to not notice K’tabe Barahir, Zahrassa’s biological father, mostly because he’s a giant Tojay-raht who stands at 8’1”. Like his wife M’nara, he hasn’t been seen since 4E 191, but unlike his wife, more is known about him. He came from a massive family with two triplet sisters, three older brothers who were also triplets, and two younger brothers and two younger sisters who were a set of quadruplets.

He lost an eye in the Great War, but that doesn’t stop him from being the ultimate warrior and the ultimate hide-and-seek champion since 4E 191. An impressive feat, considering he’s over eight feet tall.

The coolest cat you will ever know.

~~~~

We're now in the final stretch. LETS GO!





Day Twenty-three - 23/11/2014

Current Word Count: 34,139

Words to Go: 15,861

Current Chapter: Act One, Chapter Ten

Characters Slaughtered: 7

Cups of Tea Consumed: 21

Best Quote from Today: ”At least now Lydia and I are getting along. Once you willingly touch a dead giant spider for someone, you kind of have to be their new best friend.” - Zahrassa Barahir, Act One, Chapter Ten

Sanity Level: Meh.

Character of the Day + GIF:

Jo’nisaki, age unknown (claims to be 120)

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The quiet alchemy professor at the College of Winterhold with fur as dark as night, Jo’nisaki is yet another mystery wrapped in an enigma with a fondness for telling stories. The only remotely verifiable information is that she was a doctor for both sides during the Great War and stays secluded at the College to avoid being labeled as a traitor, but even then her story is shaky. Some say that the Arch-Mage only keeps her around because it would be hard to find a new alchemy professor at her skill level.

Has an extremely good memory, since she is illiterate and can’t write anything down.




Day Twenty-two - 22/11/2014

Current Word Count: 31,634

Words to Go: 18,366

Current Chapter: Act One, Chapter Ten

Characters Slaughtered: 7

Cups of Tea Consumed: 20

Best Quote from Today: I actually have two, because they’re equally hilarious.

1. “Lydia asked me where my sword was, I told her that I lost up a dragon’s nose, and I swear to Khenthari the look she gave me could have set me on fire.” - Zahrassa Barahir, Act One, Chapter Nine

2. “I may have crawled on thousand-year-old moss earlier but that was justdisgusting!” She wailed as she snatched the cloth out of Faendal’s hands and started scrubbing furiously. “Fresh blood is one thing, thousand-year-old old draugr blood like that is just…ew!

“Glad to know you have standards in what blood can get all over you or not,” Faendal said, rolling his eyes and bending over the fully dead draugr.

“Well, I am a girl, aren’t I? I’d be used to bl-”

“We are not discussing that!” Faendal gasped, turning bright red and becoming extremely interested in the rusted iron helmet that the creature had been wearing prior to Zahrassa’s brutal assault on its neck. - Act One, Chapter Seven

Sanity Level: I spent several hours in a small car with my dad making dad jokes non-stop yesterday, do I look fucking sane to you?!

Character of the Day + GIF:

Cirya, age 90

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A snarky Altmer Conjuration student at the College of Winterhold, Cirya (no relation to Nirya, the other snarky Altmer student) is noted for her fearlessness, lack of good judgement, and the loud arguments that she gets into with Ancano in the middle of the night. She has an interesting in necromancy that often frightens others.

Zahrassa would like to be friends, but there’s just something off about Cirya that keeps everyone away, and it isn’t the necromancy that they’re afraid of.

I got home yesterday, and the words have been flowing. I'm actually almost caught up! How cool is that, ya'll?! :D





Day Twenty - 20/11/2014

Current Word Count: 26,449

Words to Go: 23,551

Current Chapter: Act One, Chapter Nine

Characters Slaughtered: 5

Cups of Tea Consumed: 17

Best Quote from Today: 

“Please don’t make me do this again,” she sighed, turning to face the dead dragon and wiping a small hunk of dragon flesh off of her ear. “And I need a new sword.”

“Did you break it?” A guard asked.

“No, I jammed it up the son of a bitch’s nose and I really don’t want to touch it again.” - Act One, Chapter Eight

Sanity Level: Nope

Character of the Day + GIF:

M’nara Barahir, age 42

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Zahrassa’s missing biological mother whose life is shrouded in mystery. She was an apprentice Restoration mage in Torval, Elsweyr before the family fled to Skyrim and became travelling merchants. Also very pretty, but other than that, nothing is known about her. Well at least to you people. I am Loon and I know all.

Hasn’t been seen since 4E 191 and once killed a bunch of Thalmor single-handedly while nine months pregnant.





Day Eighteen - 18/11/2014

Current Word Count: 22,024

Words to Go: 27,976

Current Chapter: Act One, Chapter Seven

Characters Slaughtered: 1

Cups of Tea Consumed: 15

Best Quote from Today: ”So there you go. I just won my first fistfight with a man twice my size by punching him in the…you get the idea.” - Zahrassa Barahir, Act One, Chapter Six

Sanity Level: Eh

Character of the Day + GIF:

Falanar Joriane, Second Emissary of Skyrim, age 436

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Disgraced and demoted ten years prior to the events of the story, Falanar has been trying to repair his reputation with the Thalmor by hunting down some of the Dominion’s most wanted. His current target is none other than Dragonborn Zahrassa Barahir herself, as well as her biological parents, for reasons unknown to Zahrassa. He will stop at nothing to have them in his clutches no mater who or what he drags down with him.

Really needs to be repeatedly beaten over the head with a stick.

I'm starting to get my groove back after switching to third person. And I wrote 5,000 words in one sitting. Help.





Day Fourteen - 14/11/2014

Current Word Count:
 10,770

Words to Go: 39,230

Current Chapter: Act One, Chapter Five

Characters Slaughtered: 1

Cups of Tea Consumed: 12

Best Quote from Today: “The gist of it was this: Sven the Nord and Faendal the Bosmer were both in love with Camilla the Imperial. Sven says it’s ridiculous that Faendal thinks he can win Camilla by just being her friend. Faendal says it’s ridiculous that Sven thinks he can win Camilla with just poetry and other bard stuff. I say “why are you asking me, I’m fifteen”. -Zahrassa BarahirAct One, Chapter Five

Sanity Level: I just wrote 8,000 words in one sitting. I am not okay.

Character of the Day + GIF:

M’zami Kharstee, age 17

The excitable, overly flirtatious best friend of Zahrassa who always wants to go on an adventure of some kind. Whether it’s attempting to poke the sleeping caravan guard or scaling the walls of Markarth, wherever M’zami goes, a (slightly unwilling) Zahrassa and a (very disappointed) parent named Idhisa will follow.

She’s very plump and not afraid to use her “assets” to get what she wants from people. Truly a fabulous force to be reckoned with, especially with the amount of piercings and beads in her long hair.

~~~~~

So I haven’t updated in a while. That’s because my ex-roommate was evil and drained most of my energy. Also, research papers. But it’s the weekend and I’m determined to catch up, even if I need to force myself to listen to Justin Bieber to get to that point.

May God have mercy on my soul.



Day One - 1/11/2014

Current Word Count: 1350

Words to Go: 48,650

Current Chapter: Act One, Chapter One

Characters Slaughtered: 0

Cups of Tea Consumed: 0

Best Quote from Today: "I'm told it's like writing letters to myself about what the days have been like, how I'm feeling, stuff like that, so I guess I should write myself an introduction..? So here we go." - Zahrassa Barahir, Act 1, Chapter 1

Sanity Level: Was I ever really sane?

Character of the Day + GIF:

Zahrassa Barahir, age 15

The tiny, enthusiastic redhead who is always brightens a room always tries to maintain an optimistic outlook at all times, even when everything is terrible and mysteries surround her. She often doesn’t give herself enough credit and prefers to hide behind those bigger and stronger. Her skills in emotion manipulation are unmatched.

Probably the happiest main character I’ve ever written.

~~~~


We're off to a slow, but steady start! Will I be able to handle college and NaNoWriMo at the same time? Stay tuned to find out!





Well folks, NaNoWriMo 2014 starts on Saturday, and, as always, I'll be driving myself insane by participating.

However, this year has the added bonus of me being in college with multiple papers to write and an addiction to Skyrim. I'm a bit late to the party with it since it started ruining lives in 2011, but what-fucking-ever. :shrug:

This year, my story will be based in Skyrim (of course) and follow the adventures of my Dragonborn as a deconstruction of a Mary Sue. Basically she just wants to be normal, but the "but thou must" trope and the plot of Skyrim itself gets in the way and makes her look like one as she bumbles along trying to figure the whole thing out.

It'll be fun, I promise.
  • Mood: Tired
  • Listening to: Don't You Worry Child - Swedish House Mafia
  • Reading: Research materials
  • Watching: People on the news complaining about something
  • Playing: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim
  • Eating: Doritoes
  • Drinking: Tea

Tirdas, 2nd of Heartfire, 4E 201

Dear Diary:

We made it to Windhelm this evening and I got to talk with Ulfric Stormcloak, but the whole situation in the beginning was much less than desirable. I would much rather been stepped on by an angry mammoth than go through that headache again!


&%&%&%&


“No cats in the city!”


“But I need to see the Jarl! It's important!” Zahrassa argued, stomping her foot and steam billowed out of her mouth from the cold air.


“Laws are laws,” the guard snapped, crossing his arms and shaking his head.


“The guard does not know who he speaking to, yes?” Kharjo said, stepping forward.


“Don't make me laugh, cat. Your kind aren't welcome here!”


“But I'm the Dragonborn!” Zahrassa whined, crossing her thin arms and scowling. The guard actually started to laugh before glaring at her.


“You? A cat, the legendary Dragonborn?”


“Yeah, and I can prove it!” She huffed, uncrossing her arms and putting her hands on her hips.


“I don't believe you. Cats can't Shout, only Nords.”


“Well then watch this,” Zahrassa sneered, turning around and trying to mentally prepare herself for the throat pain that was sure to come. Faendal and Lydia got out of the way so that they wouldn't get hit with the wave of energy.


“This is ridic-”


“FUS!!”


“BY THE DIVINES!” The guard exclaimed, stumbling backwards into the large doors that barred Zahrassa from entry. Zahrassa gripped her throat with one hand and pushed the other onto her chest, hunching over as her screaming lungs made a desperate attempt at freedom. With every heavy breath she drew feeling like tiny knives on the back of her throat, she slowly turned to look up at the guard.


“Can...I go in...now...please?” She wheezed, moving the hand on her neck to cover her mouth as she coughed and sent more pain tearing down her lungs. Kharjo reached over and daintily pat her on the back while the guard looked her over for several long, cold, painful minutes.


“Alright, fine, but just the Dragonborn!” The guard finally said. “The rest of you lot have to wait out here.”


“As her housecarl, I'm afraid I can't agree to that,” Lydia huffed, crossing her arms much like Zahrassa had done just a few moments earlier.


“Then no entry,” the guard shrugged.


“It'll be...fine...Lydia...just wait...I'll be back...” Zahrassa continued to wheeze, finally standing up straight and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Gods I hate Shouting.


“...fine. But if anything happens to her, I'm jumping the wall!” Lydia snapped, glaring at the guard.


“Your funeral,” the guard shrugged once more, pushing the massive metal door into the city open. “Now go, before I change my mind!”


“Thank you...so much,” Zahrassa gasped, slipping past the door and flinching when it banged shut behind her. Much like Helgen last month, she was once again completely on her own. At least here no one would try to cut her head off...she hoped.


Once she managed to compose herself and quiet her loud wheezing, she surveyed the darkening street around her. There were two Nord men and a Dunmer woman standing outside of the inn, arguing about something that Zahrassa had a hard time hearing over the wind and banging of the sign hanging over the doors to the inn.


You come here where you're not wanted, you eat our food, you pollute our city with your stink, and you refuse to help the Stormcloaks!” The shorter man yelled, shaking one of his fists.


“But we haven't taken a side because it's not our fight!” The Dunmer woman protested, placing her hands on her hips. Zahrassa inched closer so that she could hear better.


“Hey, maybe the reason these gray-skins don't help in the war is because they're Imperial spies!” The taller Nord in shabby brown clothes said.


“Don't be ridiculous!” The Dunmer cried.


“Maybe we'll pay you a visit tonight, little spy. We got ways of finding out what you really are!” The shorter Nord said, much louder than he had been speaking before.


“Not while I stand, you won't!” Zahrassa snapped, drawing the attention of the two men onto herself. The Dunmer woman gave her a grateful look and scurried off without another word. The two men began to approach Zahrassa, who fought off the urge to flee. She was the Dragonborn, they couldn't do anything to her! Though it probably wasn't smart to yell at two men who were twice her size without the usual backup being around...Damn, this is going to be Maven Black-Briar all over again, isn't it?


“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” The shorter man asked, looming over Zahrassa. The beggar man stayed back, regarding Zahrassa carefully.


“Just a kid, Rolff,” he finally said, turning and walking away. “Just leave her alone.”


“So how did a cat get into the city?” Rolff asked, ignoring the beggar.


“The guard let me in because I needed to see the Jarl,” Zahrassa stated, crossing her arms and glaring up at the now-angry Nord.


“Oh, you're going to see the Jarl alright, he'll love to see this,” Rolff sneered gleefully, grabbing Zahrassa's arm and starting to drag her along.


“Get your hands off of me!” She shrieked, trying to wrench her arm out of his grasp to no avail. There were people walking by as Rolff tugged her along that would stop and stare, but not say or do anything. “Let me go! You have no idea who you're dealing with!”


“A stray cat, that's what,” a passing guard muttered. Zahrassa flattened her ears against her head, starting to hiss angrily as she doubled her efforts to dig the back of her toes into the cold stone ground as if it would stop this man from dragging her through town. The wind bit through the fur on her face as she leaned backwards as far as possible, struggling to get away and planning to stab everyone who just stared at the kid being dragged away by a grown man without doing anything.


Her attempts at bringing the man to a halt were proving futile, so she finally stopped trying to root herself into the ground and, as a last ditch effort, grabbed his arm with her free hand, leaned forward, and planted a warning bite on his arm. Rolff yelped and immediately let go, sending Zahrassa sprawling onto the ground. The feeling of the hard ground nearly brought her back to Helgen, but before she could process that she had landed on it, Rolff had grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and thrown her over his shoulder.


“No biting! We don't bite Nords!” He snapped as she started thrashing and screeching wildly, the memory of being shoved around by the Imperial soldiers starting to come back and overwhelm her senses.


Why is everyone just sitting there?! Why won't they help me?! To Oblivion with all of you! She thought aggressively as she writhed in Rolff's grip, viciously hitting his back, savagely kicking his chest, and attempting to turn her head to an angle that she could properly bite him at. It was hard to see what was going on around her, since she was so consumed in her desperate attempts at freedom.


A large metal door opened and she soon found herself surrounded by bright firelight and warmth. She could also hear a bunch of men discussing something, then suddenly stopping mid conversation once Rolff stopped walking.


“PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW!” Zahrassa thundered, bringing both of her fists down on Rolff's back at the same time, making him jolt.


“Rolff, what is this?” A man with a deep, gravely voice asked.


“A cat that somehow got into the city and bit me!” Rolff said gleefully, as if Saturalia had come early.


“Because you grabbed me and started dragging me around!” Zahrassa snapped, hitting him in the back with both of her fists once more. “Now put me down!”


“She was claiming that she needed to talk to Jarl Ulfric,” Rolff continued. Zahrassa slowed her aggressive striking, her arms and legs beginning to tire.


“It must be important if she was allowed into the city,” the gravely-voiced man mused.


“I'll go fetch him,” another man said, and then a door slammed.


“Can someone please get me back on the floor?!” Zahrassa sighed, exasperated and close to tears.


“I don't think so, cat,” Rolff said. “You're too violent. We don't want you making any more trouble!”


“DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!” Zahrassa screamed, lifting her head and slamming it into Rolff's back. “I AM THE WORST NIGHTMARE OF THOSE GIANT FLYING LIZARDS THAT HAVE BEEN TERRORIZING YOU PEOPLE! YOU NEED ME TO BE VIOLENT OR YOU'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!”


“Rolff, explain this!”


Zahrassa lifted her head and started to squirm once more the moment she heard the newcomer's voice and footsteps as he entered the room.


“You remember me? Please say you remember me! And make him put me down!” She gasped, getting her second wind and struggling against the Nord that was still refusing to release her. “Make him put me down!”


“Put the child down, Rolff,” Ulfric sighed.


“But my Jarl, she-”


“I don't care, I said put her down!”


Rolff grumbled and released his hold on Zahrassa, who rolled off of his shoulder and plunged to the floor, laying there as still as possible as she looked up at the ceiling for a few minutes before carefully sitting back up to survey the room. Her dark headscarf slipped off of the back of her head, revealing the sloppy braid of flaming red hair.


There were four men in the room, two of which Zahrassa did not recognize. The room itself was small, the center being occupied by a table with a map of Skyrim containing numerous little red and blue flags that were pinned down on certain locations. Ulfric was standing on the opposite side from Zahrassa, leaning slightly over the table to see her better.


“Good to see you again...I think?” She said, tilting her head.


“I see that you managed to make it out of Helgen alive,” Ulfric responded, standing up straight and crossing his arms. Rolff looked as if he had just been hit on the head with something extremely heavy. Zahrassa's ears turned and flattened at the mention of Helgen, her vibrant green eyes unconsciously narrowing the slightest amount.


“I don't like talking about it,” she muttered.


“Understandable,”


“What's going on?” Rolff demanded.


“Butt out, will you?” Zahrassa snapped.


“Ysrald, please take Miss Little-Wish upstairs. I'll be up to speak with her shortly,” Ulfric ordered one of the unknown men.


“Yes sir,” Ysrald responded, slightly startled as he stared at Zahrassa. Zahrassa staggered to her feet, still sore from her rapid trip to the ground thanks to Rolff, and followed the brown-haired Nord through another doorway and up a flight of stairs into a darkened corridor. The guards that were patrolling stopped and stared as they saw the Khajiit trailing behind Ysrald, quietly asking each other how a cat got into the Palace of the Kings, let alone Windhelm. Zahrassa did her best to ignore them as Ysrald opened a blue, metal door into a small sitting room and motioned for her to to enter. Absentmindedly pulling her headscarf back up over her hair, Zahrassa walked through and looked around.


“...thanks?” She finally said, looking over her shoulder at Ysrald.


“The Jarl will see you shortly,” he said, beginning to shut the door.


“Wait!” Zahrassa yelped.


“What is it?” Ysrald asked, opening the door again so that he could give Zahrassa a confused look.


“I have three friends waiting for me outside of the city that will be worried about me if I don't return soon,” she said, nervously wringing her hands.


“I'll tell the Jarl.”


With that, the door slammed shut, leaving Zahrassa alone once more.

&%&%&%&


I don't know how long I sat there for, but it felt like forever. Luckily, it was a small sitting room with a warm fire and chairs instead of a cold, cramped jail cell, which I was almost certain I was going to be thrown into when Rolff first dragged me into the palace.


It was pretty dark in the room, save for a single candle on the table and a small fire in the fireplace. I was tempted to light the unlit candles but decided against it; I figured that I was already in enough trouble and I wanted to avoid potentially causing more. Instead I just took my cloak off and just sat in the dark, waiting and trying not to think too hard about anything. It was very nerve wracking, but I was kind of glad that I got to see a somewhat familiar face from when I was a kid.


&%&%&%&%&


The door creaked open, making Zahrassa look up from her intense study of her claws. They immediately sheathed themselves back into her fingers when she saw that it was Ulfric standing in the doorway, her throat locking up as she tried to sit up straighter than she had been. Erisla's voice from when Zahrassa had first met Ulfric began to echo in her head as they made brief eye contact.


“Sit up straight, smile nicely, be polite, answer any of his questions clearly in your best Tamrielic, and don't be nervous,” Erisla's voice called from the distant memory, but Zahrassa was so nervous she could only manage the “sit up straight” and “be polite”. It would be a miracle if her brain let her open her mouth without feeling like she was going to burst into tears at any moment.


“Why are you sitting in the dark?” Ulfric finally asked, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. Zahrassa shrugged and nervously balled her hands into fists in her lap, the dark green fabric scrunching up with them. I climbed up a dragon's neck just to stab it in the eye two days ago, why am I feeling so scared right now?


The room gradually filled with light as Ulfric lit the other candles around the room, the flames of one of them reflecting in Zahrassa's large, glassy eyes as she focused all of her concentration on it.


“Sorja, why are you here?”


Zahrassa looked up from the gentle flame to see Ulfric had sat down in the chair directly across from her and was staring intently.


“I don't know where to start,” she mumbled after a very long, tense pause, looking down into her lap and studying her fingers, “so much has happened since they left.”


Ulfric settled more into his chair and interlaced his fingers, placing them in his lap and looking Zahrassa up and down. Zahrassa tilted her head and stared at a dark spot on the wooden floor near the fireplace, determined to avoid eye contact for as long as possible. Earlier that day she had been excited to get to Windhelm and finally see a familiar face from her youth, but now that she was there, a whole flood of long forgotten emotions started to break out of the bottle she had stowed them away in. She was not normally an overly emotional person, but this recent and almost constant bombardment was leaving her weary and feeling battered. Now it was almost easier to punch a bandit in the throat than to actually talk about her feelings. Her normal tactic of always staying positive and burying the negativity was starting to become ineffective now that her life as she knew it was beginning to unravel before her very eyes.


“My real name isn't Sorja,” she finally said, still refusing to look up. “My birth name was Zahrassa. I go by that now. And...well, remember that really loud Shout back on the twenty-first? The one that made the entire province shake?”


“Yes, I remember it quite well,” Ulfric responded, “but what does it have to do with your origins and why you've showed up unannounced?”


“I'm the Dragonborn, sir,” Zahrassa answered quietly. Ulfric adopted a similar stunned expression that so many had given her before upon hearing these words and Zahrassa finally chanced a look up before returning her focus onto the dark spot on the floor. Silence fell over the two as the fire crackled and sent sparks sailing into the air, one nearly landing on Zahrassa's tail.


“I always thought that the Dragonborn of legend would be...taller,” Ulfric finally said in response, leaning forward in his chair so that he could get a better look at Zahrassa. Zahrassa kept her eyes on the dark spot as a small ember floated out of the fire and landed in its center.


“So did I,”


Silence once more.


“Why here?”


“Because you're the only familiar face from when I was younger that isn't dead, missing, or smack in the middle of Imperial territory being played with like a puppet,” she stated, finally lifting her head a fraction of an inch. No thanks to you, I probably wouldn't be in this mess if you had kept your damn mouth shut...literally.


“We've only met twice, Sorja, and years apart. That hardly counts as knowing each other.”


“Well, I don't exactly have any other options right now. I'm not exactly strong enough to climb up the tallest mountain in Tamriel to talk to a bunch of monks that could kill me with one word,” Zahrassa snapped, “I'm scared half to death because everything and everyone is trying to kill me and I don't know what else to do! I'm a fifteen-year-old kid, for Kynareth's sake!”


With that, she buried her face in her hands and began to sniffle quietly into them. Before Ulfric could react, there was a knock at the door. Zahrassa looked up to see the door creak open and a short servant woman with dark blonde hair appeared in the frame.


“Sir, there is an irate woman demanding to see someone named Zahrassa and she won't leave,” the servant said.


“I assume that this would be one of your friends that Ysrald mentioned to me?” Ulfric asked Zahrassa, looking from the servant woman to Zahrassa. Zahrassa stiffly nodded her head before wiping her teary eyes with the back of her hand. “Tell her that I will speak to her shortly.”


“Aye,” the servant said, closing the door and scurrying down the hallway, leaving Ulfric and Zahrassa in yet another uncomfortable silence broken only by the crackling of the fire.


“Where have you been all these years?”


“I never left the province,” Zahrassa answered, not looking away from the small flames. “They gave me to a trade caravan four years ago and just...left. It was fine, but then we got separated, and now here I am.”


More silence.


“I heard about what happened with Torygg,” Zahrassa rambled, “and the whole Shouting thing, and I figured that Windhelm seemed like a safer place to go instead of the top of a huge mountain when I found out what I was. That's why I'm here.”


“You think that I can train you instead of the Greybeards?”


“...yes,” Zahrassa said softly, finally looking up from the fire.


“I'm sorry, Sorja, but-”


“You can't,” she sighed, hugging her knees to her chest and resting her forehead on them as a crushing wave of hopelessness began violently smashing her over the head.


“Is there anything else you need that I could help with?” Ulfric asked sympathetically, unsure if he should try to comfort the sniffling girl in front of him or not; dealing with emotional people, especially young girls, was not one of his strong suits.


“Why can't I talk about what happened at...with the dragon...I can't...?” she choked, unable to bring herself to even say 'Helgen'. “There are times I even can't remember it, but I dream about it all the time.”


“It was a terrifying situation for someone as young as you to be in,” Ulfric said after a moment of thought, “but you'll eventually get over it. We all do.”


That made Zahrassa feel somewhat better, but she still felt as if there was a mammoth standing on her chest. She briefly remembered her conversation with Madena in Dawnstar and how Madena had said she couldn't even listen to talk of the Civil War without flashing back to the Great War; she certainly didn't seem like she 'got over it', even though the Great War was thirty years ago. If it takes more than thirty years to recover, is it even worth it?


“Your father was the exact same way,”


Zahrassa lifted her head and finally looked Ulfric in the eye. “H-he was?”


“Yes, he was. He refused to speak of the war for many years, and I am going to assume that he never told you anything about his time with the Legion.”


“He never said much about it,” Zahrassa remembered, flashing back to moments in her childhood when she would come across an old piece of Roghild's armor stashed away in the cellar and Sigirek would nervously tell her to put it away. Roghild would tell Zahrassa stories of shenanigans with his fellow soldiers, but any questions about the war itself were deflected with “I don't remember” or “I'll tell you when you're older”.


Now Zahrassa missed Roghild more than ever, and she put her forehead back on her knees. He had always helped her when she missed her mother or needed advice, and she needed that more than ever.


“It gets easier,” Ulfric said when Zahrassa didn't say anything else for a while. Tears forming in the corners of her eyes, she lifted her head once more to speak.


“Promise?”


It was yet another request that Ulfric couldn't fulfil.


&%&%&%&


I actually felt a lot better after I sat there and cried for an hour straight (no thanks to Ulfric, who just kind of sat there like an idiot the whole time I was sniffling away), but I'm still reeling. I just want my parents, or the Little-Wish's, or someone that can hold me and tell me everything will be alright. Lydia and Faendal are more of the “awkward pat on the head until they stop crying” kind of people and Kharjo is too realistic.


Maybe I am, too.


- Zahrassa

The Diary of Zahrassa Barahir: Act 1, Chapter 12

The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim © Bethesda Softworks, LLC
The Diary of Zahrassa Barahir © Gracie Erickson


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Grace Erickson
Artist | Student | Literature
United States
So I finally got around to putting my actual first name on here. I've gone by my pseudonym for a while on here because I'm a paranoid fuck, but...well, I've gotten a bit better about that, ha.

I'm nineteen, neurotic, and a writer. I seem like an egotistical jackass but I'm actually not, I just pretend to be so I feel better about myself. I enjoy doing stupid shit for other's amusement, video games, and playing with my babies (cats, in case you were wondering).

I'm in my first year of studying for a degree in Creative Writing and will probably go into editing, but my dream job is to be a stand-up comedian.

I've been writing Skyrim fanfiction as of late, because I don't have the time to commit to something of my own at this time. I also want to save any ideas I get for NaNoWriMo, which I have won four years in a row.

I'm extremely skilled at knitting and crochet, which I do a lot in my free time. I make very cute baby hats and can churn a bunch out in one day as long as I don't have any cuts on my fingers. But I just recently moved to the land of snow and crack-houses (aka Northern Pennsylvania) and accidentally left all of my supplies behind. Sob.

I also draw on occasion, but I'm not all that good at it. I mostly do it to get a feel for what my characters look like or if I'm stuck in a boring class.

I speak fluent English and German, enough Russian to not get shot, and am learning Finnish.
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Day thirty - 30/11/2014

Current Word Count: 50,110

Words to Go:  I won!

Current Chapter: Act One, Chapter Thirteen

Characters Slaughtered: 14

Cups of Tea Consumed: 33

Best Quote from Today: “Yeah? And what will that one taste like? Dead Thalmor marinated in mammoth guts for three years?” - Zahrassa Barahir, Act Two, Chapter One

Character of the day + GIF:

Kharjo, age 26

The funny recovering alcoholic who is incredibly sweet and caring towards everyone, as well as everyone’s favorite Khajiit follower, Kharjo acts as some sort of big brother figure to Zahrassa. The strongest person of Zahrassa’s “traveling band of badassery”, he carries most of the weight and still manages to kick ass.

He has a tendency to be very reckless and act on impulse instead of thinking things through, requiring others to bail him out of certain situations.

Lydia is convinced that he is a bad influence.

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Well there you have it; another year in the bag and another group of people thinking I'm crazy.

Many of my records were broken this time around. This year saw...

    + The lowest character death toll rolling in at 14, with only two named characters dying "on screen".
        - The previous record of lowest death toll was in 2010, with 90 dead characters. The current record list as it stands:
            1.) NaNoWriMo 2014, 14 dead
            2.) NaNoWriMo 2010, 90 dead
            3.) NaNoWriMo 2011, 519 dead
            5.) NaNoWriMo 2012/2013, 531 (several million implied)

    + The second-best comeback from a low word count to a high word count.
        - The current record is held by 2013, when I switched novels mid-month.

    + First use of fanfiction for a NaNoWriMo.

    + Second longest fanfiction I have ever written.
        - The longest clocked in with over 200,000 words written over a period of six months in 2009 and 2010 and is currently hidden in the depths of the destroyed hard drive of the old family computer. May it rest in peace and never see the light of day again.

    + The third youngest main character.
        - The current standing records...
            1.) Cecillia-Noelle "Noelle" Cartwright, age 9 (First half of NaNoWriMo 2013)
            2.) Aleksandrina "Sascha" Esmineteva, age 14 (NaNoWriMo 2010)
            3.) Zahrassa Barahir, age 15 (NaNoWriMo 2014)
            4.) Eveliina Rakkaus, age 16 (NaNoWriMo 2011)
            5.) Amber Floyd, age 17 (NaNoWriMo 2012/2013)

    + Third-highest winning word count.
        - The current records, in order from most to least...
            1.) NaNoWriMo 2010 with 80,000 words
            2.) NaNoWriMo 2013 with 52,324 words
            3.) NaNoWriMo 2014 with 50,110 words
            4.) NaNoWriMo 2012 with 50,034 words
            5.) NaNoWriMo 2011 with 50,023 words

Not only did I win this year, I did it while dealing with...
    - Moving
    - Two research papers
    - Four very long car rides across the state
    - Lack of stable internet
    - Exams
    - Playing Skyrim
    - Maintaining a social life
    - Keeping my grades in college up

So there you go. I won again and am once again addicted to caffeine and suffering from a lack of sleep. I will continue posting chapters of the story, since there is still much left to do with it. There's Thalmor to punch and dragons to slay.

But for now, I must sleep. Sleep 

lol just kidding i still have to do those research papers so the insanity will continue until after finals week fuck my life





Day twenty-nine - 29/11/2014

Current Word Count: 49014

Words to Go:  986

Current Chapter: Act One, Chapter Thirteen

Characters Slaughtered: 14

Cups of Tea Consumed: 30

Best Quote from Today:

"Lydia and Faendal are more of the “awkward pat on the head until they stop crying” kind of people and Kharjo is too realistic." - Zahrassa Barahir, Act One, Chapter Twelve

Character of the day + GIF:

(I have run out of interesting original characters, so it’s time to start diving into the NPCs that make up Zahrassa’s traveling band of badassery)

Faendal, age 50

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Everyone’s favorite Bosmer archer who tries to be the voice of reason whenever Lydia can’t take being to only sane person anymore. He initially agreed to just take Zahrassa to Whiterun after she escaped Helgen, but ended up sticking around after the two proved to be quite a team in Bleak Falls Barrow (and helping Zahrassa makes him look better in Camilla’s eyes, so that’s always a plus).

Surprisingly awkward individual.





Day twenty-eight - 28/11/2014

Current Word Count: 47,544

Words to Go:  2,456

Current Chapter: Act One, Chapter Twelve

Characters Slaughtered: 14

Cups of Tea Consumed: 27

Best Quote from Today: “’Because you’re the only familiar face from when I was younger that isn’t dead, missing, or smack in the middle of Imperial territory being played with like a puppet,’ she stated, finally lifting her head a fraction of an inch. No thanks to you, I probably wouldn’t be in this mess if you had kept your damn mouth shut…literally. - Act One, Chapter Twelve

Character of the day + GIF:

(I have run out of interesting original characters, so it’s time to start diving into the NPCs that make up Zahrassa’s traveling band of badassery).

Lydia, age 26

We all know Lydia as the sarcastic housecarl to the Dragonborn, but nobody really looks much farther into her personality. I, using my skills at making shit up to make her more 3D, have decided on a few new things to add to her. This includes crippling arachnophobia, being the voice of reason because all of Zahrassa’s friends are fucking crazy and/or have poor moral compasses, a former mercenary, surprisingly awkward, very task-oriented, and getting really mean when she gets tired. Though she and Zahrassa were often at odds in the beginning, an encounter with a Frostbite spider brought them closer together.

Tries to act like a mom towards to Zahrassa, often with hilarious results.





Day twenty-seven - 27/11/2014

Current Word Count: 46,629

Words to Go: 3,371

Current Chapter: Act One, Chapter Twelve

Characters Slaughtered: 14

Cups of Tea Consumed: 26

Best Quote from Today: Two once more.

1. “If you don’t believe that Zahrassa is the Dragonborn, then ask the dragon that got taken down by the Whitewatch Tower…oh wait, you can’t, because it’s fucking dead.” - Lydia, Act One, Chapter Eleven

2. “I always thought that the Dragonborn of legend would be…taller,” - Ulfric Stormcloak, Act One, Chapter Twelve

Character of the day + GIF:

Ulwindor Springwood, age 210

The mentally unstable Bosmer torture technician that was assigned to Northwatch Keep after a mass breakout (thanks a lot, Zahrassa). He has a personal beef with both Elenwen and Falanar, resulting in a very destructive, three-way bubble of hate. The only reason Falanar keeps him around is because he’s good at his job.

Absolutely nobody likes this guy.





Day twenty-six - 26/11/2014

Current Word Count: 44,337

Words to Go: 5663

Current Chapter: Act One, Chapter Eleven

Characters Slaughtered: 14

Cups of Tea Consumed: 24

Best Quote from Today:

"Dear Diary:

Fuck spriggans.

That is all.

- Zahrassa” - Zahrassa Barahir, Act One, Chapter Eleven

Character of the day + GIF:

Dro’shuji Tovikhan (age 78)

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Idhisa’s eccentric mother with a mastery of alchemy, Dro’shuji is, in every aspect, the funny old grandmother. She is very much a traditional person, having grown up in the tribal areas of the deserts of Elsweyr. She has adopted Zahrassa as her alchemy protoge and had taught her everything she knows, from cultivating difficult ingredients to doubling the amount of potion she can squeeze out of them.

Frequently at odds with Idhisa on how children should be raised.





Day twenty-five - 25/11/2014

Current Word Count: 39,601

Words to Go: 10,399

Current Chapter: Act One, Chapter Ten

Characters Slaughtered: 9

Cups of Tea Consumed: 23

Best Quote from Today: Today, something cute instead of funny!

Ahziss ajo’tok fusozay; ahziss skra’iv an ahziss maaszi; M’nara Barahir; “My wonderful wife without regret; my everything and my necessity; M’nara Barahir.” - Ring inscription, Act One, Chapter Ten

And of course, something funny.

"Dar’zahn never really told M’zami and I much about skooma, but he did give us many lectures about how it ruined his life. Sometimes I thought that Idhisa put him up to it so that M’zami and I wouldn’t turn to the stuff.

Needless to say, it worked. I don’t know if it really does make your eyes bleed and fall out, but I’m not going to take the chance if it does!” - Zahrassa Barahir, Act One, Chapter Ten

Sanity Level: I was once again crammed into a car with my family for an extended period of time.

Character of the Day + GIF:

Idhisa Kharstee, age 39

Divorced single mother to seventeen-year-old M’zami and most recent mother figure to fifteen-year-old Zahrassa, Idhisa is the leader of a trade caravan and a shrewd business woman. She is the glue that holds her caravan together and often sees herself as the only sane person among the bunch.

She isn’t afraid to use scare tactics to keep M’zami and Zahrassa in line, and often clashes with her mother, Dro’shuji, on how to take care of them.

Very skilled in the art of blackmail.





Day twenty-four - 24/11/2014

Current Word Count: 39,090

Words to Go: 10,910

Current Chapter: Act One, Chapter Ten

Characters Slaughtered: 9

Cups of Tea Consumed: 22

Best Quote from Today: I have three.

1. “We managed to get to the north gate, but one of the guards there said that there was a visitor’s tax. As usual, I almost believed him and was about to hand over most of our money, when Lydia, who gets really, really mean when she’s tired, stopped me and informed the guard that he was, in her exact words “full of shit” because visitor’s taxes are illegal in Skyrim. Then she threatened to snap his neck if he didn’t let us in.

We got in pretty damn quick after that one.” - Zahrassa Barahir, Act One, Chapter Ten

2. “Either way, Brynjolf told me that he had a job for me if I was interested, which would involve me stealing a ring and planting it on this Dunmer man named Brand-Shei (and odd name for a Dunmer, but then again I went by “Sorja” for many years and that isn’t exactly a Khajiit name) to get him thrown in jail. I said:

'Well, if I get desperate enough that eating dragon souls for breakfast stops paying well, I'll come find you.'

Then I walked away.” - Zahrassa Barahir, Act One, Chapter Ten

3. “I recognized a lot of the people there from the marketplace and a Bosmer man offered me a sweet roll in celebration of me mouthing off at Maven Black-Briar and living to tell the tale. Lydia wouldn’t let him give it to me because she hates fun.” - Zahrassa Barahir, Act One, Chapter Ten

Sanity Level: Professors who assign work over break are the reason alcoholism runs in my family.

Character of the Day + GIF:

K’tabe Barahir (née Ahjrabbi), age 53

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It’s hard to not notice K’tabe Barahir, Zahrassa’s biological father, mostly because he’s a giant Tojay-raht who stands at 8’1”. Like his wife M’nara, he hasn’t been seen since 4E 191, but unlike his wife, more is known about him. He came from a massive family with two triplet sisters, three older brothers who were also triplets, and two younger brothers and two younger sisters who were a set of quadruplets.

He lost an eye in the Great War, but that doesn’t stop him from being the ultimate warrior and the ultimate hide-and-seek champion since 4E 191. An impressive feat, considering he’s over eight feet tall.

The coolest cat you will ever know.

~~~~

We're now in the final stretch. LETS GO!





Day Twenty-three - 23/11/2014

Current Word Count: 34,139

Words to Go: 15,861

Current Chapter: Act One, Chapter Ten

Characters Slaughtered: 7

Cups of Tea Consumed: 21

Best Quote from Today: ”At least now Lydia and I are getting along. Once you willingly touch a dead giant spider for someone, you kind of have to be their new best friend.” - Zahrassa Barahir, Act One, Chapter Ten

Sanity Level: Meh.

Character of the Day + GIF:

Jo’nisaki, age unknown (claims to be 120)

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The quiet alchemy professor at the College of Winterhold with fur as dark as night, Jo’nisaki is yet another mystery wrapped in an enigma with a fondness for telling stories. The only remotely verifiable information is that she was a doctor for both sides during the Great War and stays secluded at the College to avoid being labeled as a traitor, but even then her story is shaky. Some say that the Arch-Mage only keeps her around because it would be hard to find a new alchemy professor at her skill level.

Has an extremely good memory, since she is illiterate and can’t write anything down.




Day Twenty-two - 22/11/2014

Current Word Count: 31,634

Words to Go: 18,366

Current Chapter: Act One, Chapter Ten

Characters Slaughtered: 7

Cups of Tea Consumed: 20

Best Quote from Today: I actually have two, because they’re equally hilarious.

1. “Lydia asked me where my sword was, I told her that I lost up a dragon’s nose, and I swear to Khenthari the look she gave me could have set me on fire.” - Zahrassa Barahir, Act One, Chapter Nine

2. “I may have crawled on thousand-year-old moss earlier but that was justdisgusting!” She wailed as she snatched the cloth out of Faendal’s hands and started scrubbing furiously. “Fresh blood is one thing, thousand-year-old old draugr blood like that is just…ew!

“Glad to know you have standards in what blood can get all over you or not,” Faendal said, rolling his eyes and bending over the fully dead draugr.

“Well, I am a girl, aren’t I? I’d be used to bl-”

“We are not discussing that!” Faendal gasped, turning bright red and becoming extremely interested in the rusted iron helmet that the creature had been wearing prior to Zahrassa’s brutal assault on its neck. - Act One, Chapter Seven

Sanity Level: I spent several hours in a small car with my dad making dad jokes non-stop yesterday, do I look fucking sane to you?!

Character of the Day + GIF:

Cirya, age 90

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A snarky Altmer Conjuration student at the College of Winterhold, Cirya (no relation to Nirya, the other snarky Altmer student) is noted for her fearlessness, lack of good judgement, and the loud arguments that she gets into with Ancano in the middle of the night. She has an interesting in necromancy that often frightens others.

Zahrassa would like to be friends, but there’s just something off about Cirya that keeps everyone away, and it isn’t the necromancy that they’re afraid of.

I got home yesterday, and the words have been flowing. I'm actually almost caught up! How cool is that, ya'll?! :D





Day Twenty - 20/11/2014

Current Word Count: 26,449

Words to Go: 23,551

Current Chapter: Act One, Chapter Nine

Characters Slaughtered: 5

Cups of Tea Consumed: 17

Best Quote from Today: 

“Please don’t make me do this again,” she sighed, turning to face the dead dragon and wiping a small hunk of dragon flesh off of her ear. “And I need a new sword.”

“Did you break it?” A guard asked.

“No, I jammed it up the son of a bitch’s nose and I really don’t want to touch it again.” - Act One, Chapter Eight

Sanity Level: Nope

Character of the Day + GIF:

M’nara Barahir, age 42

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Zahrassa’s missing biological mother whose life is shrouded in mystery. She was an apprentice Restoration mage in Torval, Elsweyr before the family fled to Skyrim and became travelling merchants. Also very pretty, but other than that, nothing is known about her. Well at least to you people. I am Loon and I know all.

Hasn’t been seen since 4E 191 and once killed a bunch of Thalmor single-handedly while nine months pregnant.





Day Eighteen - 18/11/2014

Current Word Count: 22,024

Words to Go: 27,976

Current Chapter: Act One, Chapter Seven

Characters Slaughtered: 1

Cups of Tea Consumed: 15

Best Quote from Today: ”So there you go. I just won my first fistfight with a man twice my size by punching him in the…you get the idea.” - Zahrassa Barahir, Act One, Chapter Six

Sanity Level: Eh

Character of the Day + GIF:

Falanar Joriane, Second Emissary of Skyrim, age 436

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Disgraced and demoted ten years prior to the events of the story, Falanar has been trying to repair his reputation with the Thalmor by hunting down some of the Dominion’s most wanted. His current target is none other than Dragonborn Zahrassa Barahir herself, as well as her biological parents, for reasons unknown to Zahrassa. He will stop at nothing to have them in his clutches no mater who or what he drags down with him.

Really needs to be repeatedly beaten over the head with a stick.

I'm starting to get my groove back after switching to third person. And I wrote 5,000 words in one sitting. Help.





Day Fourteen - 14/11/2014

Current Word Count:
 10,770

Words to Go: 39,230

Current Chapter: Act One, Chapter Five

Characters Slaughtered: 1

Cups of Tea Consumed: 12

Best Quote from Today: “The gist of it was this: Sven the Nord and Faendal the Bosmer were both in love with Camilla the Imperial. Sven says it’s ridiculous that Faendal thinks he can win Camilla by just being her friend. Faendal says it’s ridiculous that Sven thinks he can win Camilla with just poetry and other bard stuff. I say “why are you asking me, I’m fifteen”. -Zahrassa BarahirAct One, Chapter Five

Sanity Level: I just wrote 8,000 words in one sitting. I am not okay.

Character of the Day + GIF:

M’zami Kharstee, age 17

The excitable, overly flirtatious best friend of Zahrassa who always wants to go on an adventure of some kind. Whether it’s attempting to poke the sleeping caravan guard or scaling the walls of Markarth, wherever M’zami goes, a (slightly unwilling) Zahrassa and a (very disappointed) parent named Idhisa will follow.

She’s very plump and not afraid to use her “assets” to get what she wants from people. Truly a fabulous force to be reckoned with, especially with the amount of piercings and beads in her long hair.

~~~~~

So I haven’t updated in a while. That’s because my ex-roommate was evil and drained most of my energy. Also, research papers. But it’s the weekend and I’m determined to catch up, even if I need to force myself to listen to Justin Bieber to get to that point.

May God have mercy on my soul.



Day One - 1/11/2014

Current Word Count: 1350

Words to Go: 48,650

Current Chapter: Act One, Chapter One

Characters Slaughtered: 0

Cups of Tea Consumed: 0

Best Quote from Today: "I'm told it's like writing letters to myself about what the days have been like, how I'm feeling, stuff like that, so I guess I should write myself an introduction..? So here we go." - Zahrassa Barahir, Act 1, Chapter 1

Sanity Level: Was I ever really sane?

Character of the Day + GIF:

Zahrassa Barahir, age 15

The tiny, enthusiastic redhead who is always brightens a room always tries to maintain an optimistic outlook at all times, even when everything is terrible and mysteries surround her. She often doesn’t give herself enough credit and prefers to hide behind those bigger and stronger. Her skills in emotion manipulation are unmatched.

Probably the happiest main character I’ve ever written.

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We're off to a slow, but steady start! Will I be able to handle college and NaNoWriMo at the same time? Stay tuned to find out!





Well folks, NaNoWriMo 2014 starts on Saturday, and, as always, I'll be driving myself insane by participating.

However, this year has the added bonus of me being in college with multiple papers to write and an addiction to Skyrim. I'm a bit late to the party with it since it started ruining lives in 2011, but what-fucking-ever. :shrug:

This year, my story will be based in Skyrim (of course) and follow the adventures of my Dragonborn as a deconstruction of a Mary Sue. Basically she just wants to be normal, but the "but thou must" trope and the plot of Skyrim itself gets in the way and makes her look like one as she bumbles along trying to figure the whole thing out.

It'll be fun, I promise.
  • Mood: Tired
  • Listening to: Don't You Worry Child - Swedish House Mafia
  • Reading: Research materials
  • Watching: People on the news complaining about something
  • Playing: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim
  • Eating: Doritoes
  • Drinking: Tea

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Everyone calls me Gracie, though. I was always one of multiple in a single class, so to differentiate me from the others everyone would use (and horribly botch the pronunciation of) my last name. I got sick of it so in middle school I had the option of switching to going by my middle name or Gracie, I chose Gracie, and it just stuck ever since then.

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