taralin

Taralynn is a Nord girl with dual abilities. She's fast and deadly. She has vanilla armor and weapons. Take her out and see what Skyrim has to offer you.

The story of her back

Once again, Taralynn stood up and emerged victorious. She could easily avoid those bandits, or simply disarm them. However, this is not her style. What is her style? Trickery and speed, not brute force. With her sword and dagger, her dual wielding was a steely blur. As long as you're not on the other end of her blade, it's a wonder to behold. Taralynn loves fighting and always wants to get faster because it's her measure of strength. As she collects the spoils of victory, she wonders what else there is to life; anything other than what she can only describe as... Grind? She began to have doubts. Well, that will have to wait. Taralynn needs to eat, which requires coins... and the coins she now has are thanks to her newly acquired "armed" armor and weapons. Solitude is her favorite and she has a few "fans" so always receives good prices for her items. As she stood, counting her coins, she did not notice the woman approaching her until she was beside her. Pulling the blade out quickly as if to fend off an attack, she realized the woman was just standing there. "What do you want?" Tararin demanded. "I hope you don't try to take anything from me; that would be a big mistake. The woman looked at her, almost oddly. "Not at all, Taralynn, I'm here to answer your question." Your life is more important and more about it. I am a messenger greater than myself and she has a gift for you. The woman reached out and grasped something. "It's almost time, Taralyn." The clergy needs you, and you must be ready when they call. "

Taralin held out her hand and the woman dropped something small into it. Holding it up and staring at it, she was confused. "The key? What is this for?" The woman smiled. "It's for when it's time." With this, the key disappears. "What? Key, what's wrong with the woman?" Taralin demanded. "Don't worry, honey," the woman said. "The key will reappear when the time comes. Now, live your life. When someone needs you more than I do, she will send for you. Then, you will receive your destiny."

Taralin smiled. "Well, that sounds promising. This is a fortune you gave me." The woman turned away and looked back at her one last time, smiling and saying, "Not a fortune, Taralynn...a prophecy."

statistics:

Race: Nord

Level: Combat Rogue

Armor: Vanilla scales in inventory

Weapons: Magic Elven Swords and Daggers

Body: UUNP HDT Custom

Voice: female sultry

Weight: 30

Location: Vilemyre Inn, Iverstead

Essential, you can get married