A young Breton woman knelt in a patch of nightshade, plucking the rich purple blooms and sliding them into a small satchel at her right hip. She didn't terribly need nightshade, but the color was her favorite, and as she placed the last blossom in the satchel, a nearly invisible smile pulled at the corners of her petite mouth. Standing proved to be more difficult than she had anticipated; her knees ached slightly, and the sudden rush of blood back into her shapely calves was less than her favorite sensation.
Almost as if on cue, a gentle breeze rustled the tall grass and remaining flowers about her, sending a tantalizingly floral aroma into the air. She breathed in deeply through her nose and held it in for just a second before letting it seep out ever so slowly. Vibrant green eyes darted over the treeline quickly as she knelt again to pick up an ancient stone mask and an Elven bow, which she slide over her shoulder next to a half-full quiver of Falmer arrows. The mask, Krosis, she ran her fingers over fondly before donning it as well.
Another quick scan of the horizon and she took off. Tight leather armor clung to her every curve as she bounded across the clearing and back into the safety of the trees. Not even a branch cracked beneath her lithe feet as she leapt and darted over fallen logs and boulders. Glimpses of a massive stone structure appeared occasionally on the horizon, growing steadily larger and ever more menacing as she approached. Interest piqued, she slowed and crouched before diverting her path up the mountain toward said structure.<|im_end|>
This woman, who was clearly dressed as an adventurer, explorer, graverobber, fighter, there were many different names one could call people such as her. But today there would be no name-calling, at least not like that. If she'd been called different names, they would have been dirtier. And if she liked those more, she wouldn't know, but considering who she'd meet shortly hereafter, she probably would. His presence had the tendency to let mortal morals float away like clouds, so that even a high servant of the divines could fall down to her knees and beg for sex. From the Daedric plane, a man watched this curved woman, seeing her body coming closer by the second. With the power he had, he kept the way clear for her fairly easily, only enemies being bandits and wolves, as he didn't want to make it too easy for her. Once she arrived, she would notice the air darkening around her, and if she tried to move back, she would find herself unable to do so. When she finally reached the statue, she saw a staff there, with a large ruby made into the shape of a rose at its end. When she tried to touch it, it pulled her into another world. "Well, well," she heard, the source being a faintly familiar voice. "You tried to take my staff away, did you? Not that you could be blamed for Greed, not here at least, but still." Around her, she saw a feast where all of the sins were going through, with fights, fuckings, gobbling up food, anything. "But for touching my staff without permission, you will receive some form of punishment, won't you? I hope you have something in mind, as otherwise I'll think of something."<|im_end|>