Fredas, 1:01 pm, Mid Year 4, 3rd Era 393. King Cosik,
the leader of the town of Ebonheart, in the province of Morrowind, was surprised to see the lady he'd been hearing so many things about walk into his court. Cosik was expecting some sort of hulking she-man, a very physically-developed matron of warfare, or some such, but the lady before him was nothing like this. She was smallish, for one thing. And dressed in common leather, not some shiny armor suit.
"Might this be her? The one everybody's been referring to?
She looks nothing like I'd imagined."
King Cosik's nearest page agreed, but said nothing. This page had heard plenty of things too. How a Nord (a
Nord!) was the one who'd managed to collect all the staff pieces which had been scattered by Jagar Tharn, one in each of Tamriel's provinces.
Finally, the page spoke. Nobody ever said he
couldn't speak...it was just something not commonly done. And besides, he thought he might be able to inform the king directly.
"Sh--she is not really a just warrior, milord, she has magical talents too. She is said be able to disappear from sight in the blink of an eye, walk over pits and rivers without falling into them, and cast the deadliest magics seen since the days of Uriel Septim III, under the banner ofTheodore Osbern."
"What did you say? Who are you?"
But before he could derive an answer, the Nord woman approached. And now that she was near, the king could see something about this woman before him. She definitely had the fire of a warrior in her eyes. But the air around her seemed charged, as well. Charged with magical energy, that is.
"By gracious," she spoke." "I am here to address the court on the matter of the location of a certain lair, known to your peoples as Dagoth-Ur."
"My name is King Cosik," he began, "and I have heard that you seek Dagoth Ur, the legendary home of of the Dwarven people. Perhaps we can help one another. I have in my possession", he rambled, "the Anvil of Mithos, greatest of the Dwarven blacksmiths. Only one object was strong enough not to shatter when used to shape metal upon the Anvil, the Hammer of Gharen."
"And I think I can guess the rest..."
"It is said that the ring of the Hammer upon the Anvil speaks to the user, telling him the entrance to the Mount of Dagoth-Ur. With the raw metals present within the mountain, my blacksmiths will be able to fashion the finest weapons and amor in the realm!"
"You want me to..."
"Recover the Hammer for me."
"Thought so."
"It was supposedly lost in the dungeon known as Black Gate. I will show you where this dungeon can be found. You will be rewarded for this deed with the location of the entrance to Dagoth-Ur. You can then journey there and explore it to your heart's content. Do you agree?"
"Of course I do."
... that was how King Cosik liked his subordinates, ready and obedient. And before him was the very queen of subordinates.
"You do me a great service, Renee Gade, one that I nor my people will easily forget."
And then, the lady before him, Renee Gade, the once demure nobody from Amol, in Skyrim, did the most amazing thing.
"Where-- where did she go?"
"As I said, milord, she has great magical talents.
King Cosik fretted a moment, unsure of what made him more uncomfortable: the lady warrior-mage disappearing, or the fact that he was now engaged in a conversation with one of his .... not so great subordinates.