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Once part of the necromancer cult at fort snowhawk Skaadi died at the hands of an imperial soldier when an imperial platoon raided the fort. The necromancers were able to fend the imperials off without loosing any other member of their cult. One after another fallen attacker got raised until the last soldier was cut down by one of his former comrades. and quickly resurrected to get stationed outside the fort, the perfect disguise. Standing at Skaadis corpse the necromancers discussed what to do, raising her as mindless minion wouldn't fit a necromancer of her grade, so the current master necromancer decided that they will all attempt to raise her in an advanced state of consciousness. The ritual took place at night in the deepest bowels of fort snowhawk. The apprentices prepared everything careful, knowing even the slightest mistake would mean death at the hand of the master necromancer. One of the necromancer adepts lost his life while performing the ritual, seemingly imploding into a pile of dust due to high exposive of negative energy, it was clear, he failed - the path of a necromancer wasn't meant for him. When the ritual was completed, the erudites of the dark arts watched with their breath at a hold. Nothing happened.

Just as the necromancers were to leave the bowels to grant skaadi the final rest one of the novices noticed skaadis corpse moving. The master necromancer reacted too slow as Skaadi took his dagger from his belt and stabbed him in the heart, ripping his head off afterwards with a seemingly effortless gesture. Skaadis eyes were glowing red at that moment and her look was that full of anger and hatred.

The necromancers began to bow down one after another, some out of awe, others out of fear, for having never seen such ritual working.

She ignored the pathetic wimps bowing down to her and went straight through the door, upstairs and left fort snowhawk, wandering skyrim aimlessy and hiding herself in the mountain pass next to ivarstead until she got familiar with the situation. Approaching ivarstead she walked by the town beggar towards the river to wash her boots. "hey.. you look funny!" the beggar commented, she greeted him back with a cold look of her dead red eyes. the beggar tumbled backwards in shock. At the river she began to clean her boots, or at least she tried to, throwing them in the river after a while of trying, thinking "Boots.. as if i need them anymore".





Thought i'd try myself on a story, guess i'm a creepy guy from what i've wrote. :P