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   Skyrim, known as the Old Kingdom or Fatherland. Possibly one of the oldest provinces in all of
Nirn and was first occupied by the Aldmer and Falmer, until when Ysgramor and 500 of his Companions
had drove them out. The province has a large amount of history dating back before even the 1st Era
was claimed, and this interested an Argonian Vampire. That Argonian Vampire is Shi'uul-Ja, born and
raised within the province itself. Many, among mostly Argonians, claimed that she lied about being
born and raised within Skyrim, but the evitable truth was that she bore no Argonia or Black Marsh
accent, she spoke with a Nordic accent. How it came to this very Argonian being able to withstand the
harsh cold terrains of Skyrim, yet beautiful to Shi'uul-Ja herself is unknown but she had a very deep
connection with the Nords and knew how to calm people's hearts and find easier ways to deal with the
situations going on as better as anyone.

   Shi'uul-Ja, in her early 20s, had been stricken with Vampirism by Vingalmo, a powerful member of
the Volkihar Court. The Altmer had lead her to a secluded place where he seduced her and showered her
with all sorts of beautiful gifts one could ever imagine. Even went to the extreme of comforting and
always lending an ear whenever she spoke about her crush, Ralof. Months later, when he had gained full
trust of her, it was when Vingalmo struck her into an embrace, falling into a deep sleep. When she had
awakened again, she found herself different than her previous appearance. Her scales changed from a
black colour to a gray colour, yet her red markings remained the same. From then on, she seeks out a
Redguard living in Morthal named Falion, and offered to help her with her problem.

   However, during the ritual, the Vampirism inflicted upon her wasn't removed and Falion tried all
he could do to remove it, but to no avail as he told her that she is inflicted with Ancient Sanguinare
Vampirism and that she is a member of Clan Volkihar, but luckily she is Half-Mortal. The only downside
was that she could not remember Vingalmo when she was embraced, but what she could remember was an
Altmer that referred to him but not his name. She craved a lust for blood of a male, as when she first
fed upon blood from a female, it made her sick and vomited it out, or worse... close to death. She
did her best to remain fully fed and not Blood-Starved, as she doesn't want to know what would happen
if she did Blood-Starved herself.

~~~~

   Two years later, now 4E 203, Shi'uul-Ja spent most of her time at the College of Winterhold, with
her friend, Philip, who's a Breton and the Arch-Mage of the College. The Argonian spent most of her
time searching for books with Urag gro-Shub, the Orsimer Librarian of the College on searching info
about her family's Guild. She would even spend time in the Midden seeking answers to her curiosity
and came across an old ragged hallway, which was hidden by ice. Thanks to Shi'uul-Ja's Volkihar Clan
status, she could go through ice without breaking it, most of the pathways were blocked by ice as she
continued her discovery. Sometimes she had to chip the ice into pieces with the Spear, belonging to
her great Grandfather from 228 years ago, who was once a powerful Nightblade of the Old Ways. To her
surprise, she found a strange platform with what looked like strange runes written all over it.

   "Hmm... Philip must have not found this place out, there's spider webs all over the place, and yet
the candles are strangely lit but... They are a purplish black flame." Shi'uul-Ja says, setting
the Spear hanging onto a nearby old weapon rack, which was sturdy enough to hold the Spear, made
of older Daedric Material.

   "It seems so, my Granddaughter. I have never seen a place like this, I can feel magic flowing from
that rune carved into the center." A spirit seeps out of the Spear, revealing itself an Argonian, and
that very Argonian is none other than Shi'uul-Ja's great Grandfather Kjen'eck-Ba, former founder of
their Guild and the true owner of the Daedric Spear he lives within. "These books look old and fragile,
someone must have been here years ago, possibly during Arch-Mage Shalidor's time. I've read Shalidor
himself is a powerful mage, the most powerful mages than any other mages that had lived throughout the
Eras, said to have created the College of Winterhold. He's also holed himself in a ruin called the
Labyrinthian, devoting all of his time to research and study. An impressive man."

   "You sure know a lot of history, Great-Grandfather." Shi'uul-Ja got up after listening to him speak
as she searched around the chamber searching for anything that could lead a clue to this mysterious
rune.

   "I have spent most of my time in my personal study hall in my time. I'm a Historian at heart, not
just a Grandmaster of the Traditional Nightblades who sits in a throne tending to the guild, my dear."
Kjen'eck-Ba chuckled as he floats around the room, using a little of both Shi'uul-Ja's magic as well
as a little of her life force to be able to extend his distance from the Spear slightly to help search
and be able to touch and grab things like a mortal can instead of seeping through objects when he
attempts to grab something.

   "Hmm, what's this..." A small Journal was squished in between two large books, after pulling it out,
dust flew everywhere as he coughed and gagged. "Ugh, this place is so dusty... I can even see the dust
foot prints you're making." After the dust had subsided, he sees that the Journal was written by a man
who is claimed to be Arch-Mage Shalidor's Master Wizard. Knowing that the power he used from his
Granddaughter is limited, he took the Journal to a rickety old desk, setting the journal down with a
light thump caused dust to kick everywhere. "Gahhh, I keep forgetting about the dust..." He coughed
as Shi'uul-Ja approaches after the dust subsided again.

   "What's this you found, Kjen'eck-Ba?"

   "A Journal." He opened the book, upon sight of the words are written in older Nordic language.
"Hm, Seems to be written in a strange language... I'll need to convert this into Jel."

   "Language... Wait, Kjen'eck-Ba! This is Nordic! Well... An older version of the Nordic language,
because Skyrim's primary language isn't the common Tamrielic, they speak Nordic which is almost close
to the Dragon Language but differed heavily even though the words sound Dragon. I can understand some
of it." Shi'uul-Ja halted Kjen'eck-Ba in place by grabbing onto his forearm before he could return to
his Spear.

   "...You understand the language of a human's?"

   "I do, I was born and raised here in Skyrim by the Nords mainly, they taught me how to speak both
Tamrielic and Nordic. I cannot understand Jel, let alone speak the language because I heard that it
is a hard language that can only be spoken in the Argonia or Black Marsh accent... Even though I am
an Argonian myself... But I also wish to be a Historian like you too, Great-Grandfather. So I am
still useful that I can fluently speak in the Nordic language."

   Kjen'eck-Ba paused himself, muttering in his thoughts then nodded. "Ok, tell me what the journal
says, my dear."

   Shi'uul-Ja flipped the pages carefully, looking through the journal carefully before returning to
the beginning as she loses herself in thoughts as she speaks.

   '...the College of Winterhold. Since the celebration of using his very powers to create the
college by uttering it's name he had... ...Attracted mages throughout Tamriel to the College to
learn and study within our new college... Damned Dwarf messed with my alchemic equipment
again, must have gotten drunk...'

   She turned the pages, searching throughout most of the journal. The ink written in it was fading
away due to the heavy aging on the journal. "The journal's not making any sense... The Nede written in
this book seems to talk about himself, the College, and Dwarves..."

   "...Impressive."

   "N-No... You're impressive, Kjen'eck-Ba... I am not as wise and knowledgeable in history as much
as you are."

   Kjen'eck-Ba chuckled as he hugged his Granddaughter just before the duration of the spell he had
used to make himself non colliding with objects had worn off. "My Granddaughter, knowledge comes in
all shapes and forms all alike and unique. You could be the first Argonian to speak Nordic fluently.
I myself had never come across an Argonian who spoke a different language other than Jel and Tamrielic
until I have met you for the first time and heard you speak, thus I am very amazed."

Description
   Skyrim, known as the Old Kingdom or Fatherland. Possibly one of the oldest provinces in all of
Nirn and was first occupied by the Aldmer and Falmer, until when Ysgramor and 500 of his Companions
had drove them out. The province has a large amount of history dating back before even the 1st Era
was claimed, and this interested an Argonian Vampire. That Argonian Vampire is Shi'uul-Ja, born and
raised within the province itself. Many, among mostly Argonians, claimed that she lied about being
born and raised within Skyrim, but the evitable truth was that she bore no Argonia or Black Marsh
accent, she spoke with a Nordic accent. How it came to this very Argonian being able to withstand the
harsh cold terrains of Skyrim, yet beautiful to Shi'uul-Ja herself is unknown but she had a very deep
connection with the Nords and knew how to calm people's hearts and find easier ways to deal with the
situations going on as better as anyone.

   Shi'uul-Ja, in her early 20s, had been stricken with Vampirism by Vingalmo, a powerful member of
the Volkihar Court. The Altmer had lead her to a secluded place where he seduced her and showered her
with all sorts of beautiful gifts one could ever imagine. Even went to the extreme of comforting and
always lending an ear whenever she spoke about her crush, Ralof. Months later, when he had gained full
trust of her, it was when Vingalmo struck her into an embrace, falling into a deep sleep. When she had
awakened again, she found herself different than her previous appearance. Her scales changed from a
black colour to a gray colour, yet her red markings remained the same. From then on, she seeks out a
Redguard living in Morthal named Falion, and offered to help her with her problem.

   However, during the ritual, the Vampirism inflicted upon her wasn't removed and Falion tried all
he could do to remove it, but to no avail as he told her that she is inflicted with Ancient Sanguinare
Vampirism and that she is a member of Clan Volkihar, but luckily she is Half-Mortal. The only downside
was that she could not remember Vingalmo when she was embraced, but what she could remember was an
Altmer that referred to him but not his name. She craved a lust for blood of a male, as when she first
fed upon blood from a female, it made her sick and vomited it out, or worse... close to death. She
did her best to remain fully fed and not Blood-Starved, as she doesn't want to know what would happen
if she did Blood-Starved herself.

~~~~

   Two years later, now 4E 203, Shi'uul-Ja spent most of her time at the College of Winterhold, with
her friend, Philip, who's a Breton and the Arch-Mage of the College. The Argonian spent most of her
time searching for books with Urag gro-Shub, the Orsimer Librarian of the College on searching info
about her family's Guild. She would even spend time in the Midden seeking answers to her curiosity
and came across an old ragged hallway, which was hidden by ice. Thanks to Shi'uul-Ja's Volkihar Clan
status, she could go through ice without breaking it, most of the pathways were blocked by ice as she
continued her discovery. Sometimes she had to chip the ice into pieces with the Spear, belonging to
her great Grandfather from 228 years ago, who was once a powerful Nightblade of the Old Ways. To her
surprise, she found a strange platform with what looked like strange runes written all over it.

   "Hmm... Philip must have not found this place out, there's spider webs all over the place, and yet
the candles are strangely lit but... They are a purplish black flame." Shi'uul-Ja says, setting
the Spear hanging onto a nearby old weapon rack, which was sturdy enough to hold the Spear, made
of older Daedric Material.

   "It seems so, my Granddaughter. I have never seen a place like this, I can feel magic flowing from
that rune carved into the center." A spirit seeps out of the Spear, revealing itself an Argonian, and
that very Argonian is none other than Shi'uul-Ja's great Grandfather Kjen'eck-Ba, former founder of
their Guild and the true owner of the Daedric Spear he lives within. "These books look old and fragile,
someone must have been here years ago, possibly during Arch-Mage Shalidor's time. I've read Shalidor
himself is a powerful mage, the most powerful mages than any other mages that had lived throughout the
Eras, said to have created the College of Winterhold. He's also holed himself in a ruin called the
Labyrinthian, devoting all of his time to research and study. An impressive man."

   "You sure know a lot of history, Great-Grandfather." Shi'uul-Ja got up after listening to him speak
as she searched around the chamber searching for anything that could lead a clue to this mysterious
rune.

   "I have spent most of my time in my personal study hall in my time. I'm a Historian at heart, not
just a Grandmaster of the Traditional Nightblades who sits in a throne tending to the guild, my dear."
Kjen'eck-Ba chuckled as he floats around the room, using a little of both Shi'uul-Ja's magic as well
as a little of her life force to be able to extend his distance from the Spear slightly to help search
and be able to touch and grab things like a mortal can instead of seeping through objects when he
attempts to grab something.

   "Hmm, what's this..." A small Journal was squished in between two large books, after pulling it out,
dust flew everywhere as he coughed and gagged. "Ugh, this place is so dusty... I can even see the dust
foot prints you're making." After the dust had subsided, he sees that the Journal was written by a man
who is claimed to be Arch-Mage Shalidor's Master Wizard. Knowing that the power he used from his
Granddaughter is limited, he took the Journal to a rickety old desk, setting the journal down with a
light thump caused dust to kick everywhere. "Gahhh, I keep forgetting about the dust..." He coughed
as Shi'uul-Ja approaches after the dust subsided again.

   "What's this you found, Kjen'eck-Ba?"

   "A Journal." He opened the book, upon sight of the words are written in older Nordic language.
"Hm, Seems to be written in a strange language... I'll need to convert this into Jel."

   "Language... Wait, Kjen'eck-Ba! This is Nordic! Well... An older version of the Nordic language,
because Skyrim's primary language isn't the common Tamrielic, they speak Nordic which is almost close
to the Dragon Language but differed heavily even though the words sound Dragon. I can understand some
of it." Shi'uul-Ja halted Kjen'eck-Ba in place by grabbing onto his forearm before he could return to
his Spear.

   "...You understand the language of a human's?"

   "I do, I was born and raised here in Skyrim by the Nords mainly, they taught me how to speak both
Tamrielic and Nordic. I cannot understand Jel, let alone speak the language because I heard that it
is a hard language that can only be spoken in the Argonia or Black Marsh accent... Even though I am
an Argonian myself... But I also wish to be a Historian like you too, Great-Grandfather. So I am
still useful that I can fluently speak in the Nordic language."

   Kjen'eck-Ba paused himself, muttering in his thoughts then nodded. "Ok, tell me what the journal
says, my dear."

   Shi'uul-Ja flipped the pages carefully, looking through the journal carefully before returning to
the beginning as she loses herself in thoughts as she speaks.

   '...the College of Winterhold. Since the celebration of using his very powers to create the
college by uttering it's name he had... ...Attracted mages throughout Tamriel to the College to
learn and study within our new college... Damned Dwarf messed with my alchemic equipment
again, must have gotten drunk...'

   She turned the pages, searching throughout most of the journal. The ink written in it was fading
away due to the heavy aging on the journal. "The journal's not making any sense... The Nede written in
this book seems to talk about himself, the College, and Dwarves..."

   "...Impressive."

   "N-No... You're impressive, Kjen'eck-Ba... I am not as wise and knowledgeable in history as much
as you are."

   Kjen'eck-Ba chuckled as he hugged his Granddaughter just before the duration of the spell he had
used to make himself non colliding with objects had worn off. "My Granddaughter, knowledge comes in
all shapes and forms all alike and unique. You could be the first Argonian to speak Nordic fluently.
I myself had never come across an Argonian who spoke a different language other than Jel and Tamrielic
until I have met you for the first time and heard you speak, thus I am very amazed."