Before Time Runs Out

Summary: After becoming the champion and leader of everything- Gweneth is bored and restless. She hears a rumor of a strange door and ventures inside. Will she be able to keep her heart intact before time runs out? Sheogorath x OCC

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A young imperial girl laid on the hills of Cheydinhal, not too far away from her dark brotherhood sanctuary, not too far away from her guild halls either. She sighed and rolled over on her stomach, she had many names- Hero of Kyvatch, Champion of Cyrodill, Grand Champion, Arch Mage, Master, Listener, Grand Champion, Gray Fox, and 'Citizen'. The woman by the name of Gweneth , the name her mother and father gave her mulled over her life. She quickly became easily bored with brooding as she laid on the wet grass though. She had done about everything that had peaked her interest in the blasted country and yet it wasn't enough. She was only the age of 23 and was in no mind set to settle down even though she had many suitors who attempted to get near her.

The imperial girl had grown out her hair over the many years of work she gave to the Empire, to the Brotherhood, to the Mage's Guild, the Gray Fox, and the fighter's guild. Many had liked her long black hair, a few dear to her like to compliment her on it on every occasion they got. Lucien Lachance, Vicente Valtieri, and Martin Septim. She had always had a taste for powerful men, but they always seemed to die whenever she came into their lives. So Gwen decided to lock her heart away after Martin had died, and fill the void in her heart with missions to help people, earn money, search for treasure, and kill endless amounts of criminals and bandits that got in her way. Her eyes were a bright crystal blue, rivaling the ocean and skies. They were even brighter in contrast from her ivory skin. It was an odd trait she had, most imperials were very tan but she never grew a shade darker then her milky white skin. It was even more odd for the fact that she was always seen outside adventuring. Gweneth often hated her white skin, she favored a more tan skin for herself.

"Isn't there anything I can do around here?" Gwen sighed and ripped out a chunk of grass, Shadowmere snorted and rubbed her nose against her masters leg.

"Your bored too right Shadow? Well lets go roam around Cyrodill again and see what we can do." Gweneth stood up and patted her horse's back. She whinnied and galloped in the direction of Anvil. Gwen had fallen asleep half way through the ride, but she trusted that her horse could protect her if anything went wrong. Her horse over the years of riding with her had gotten a reputation, she of course somehow was never part of the legends but she had enough of her own anyways so she never bothered to correct anyone when she would hear the tales usually from an Imperial forester or a bandit.

They would call her horse all kinds of names, too many that she forgot most of them, the only way she could tell that they were talking about her horse was if they sounded as if their dad just snuck up on them and they had soiled their pants. Most of the stories went along the lines of a giant black horse as fast as lightning, black as night, immortal and undead, stronger than any normal horse... yadda yadda yadda. Gwen knew that technically the rumors were true but she liked to play them off as such, she had almost given away major details about her horse before- making them try to hang her for being a dark mage or a necromancer. She knew that she was anything but a mage, of course she knew that she had enough magika inside of her to make it to Arch Mage but if she had the option of killing something- she would choose a glass claymore to the head. Gwen was more than capable of protecting herself just like her horse, even in her sleep. Some would call her some kind of immortal for going through so many things, sometimes she would think the same thing. But she knew that she could bleed, get infected, and almost die. Gweneth wasn't immortal but at some points in her life she hoped she was.

"Nyeeehh." Shadowmere snorted. They had been traveling for many days to get to Anvil and Gweneth woke up from her position on her steed's back. The morning light creeped up from the mountains behind her making the city of Anvil before her glow. Gwen got off her horse's back and led her on the path to the stables.

"How long will you be staying?" A man running the stable asked, he took Shadowmere into the gates with the white horses. She stood out like a sore thumb, more so than usual though.

"Uhmn... maybe a few days. I do have a house here mind you. Shadowmere wont give you any problems I promise." Gweneth handed the man a few hundred coins, making his day. She had accumulated so much money that it was useless to her now. Even if she sold all of her items she had collected, none of the merchants in all of Cyrodill had enough money to but it all off of her. Gweneth had bought all of the homes for sale in every city. Aside from being known as a great fighter and hero to almost everything, she was known for her wealth.

"Aye, thank you kind lady." The man winked and walked away with a bounce in his step.

Gweneth ignored him after that, she went to her manor by the castle and filled her chests with more rare items she had found in Cyrodill. Her house was filled with all kinds of treasure, but the only thing she favored most now days after her travels was a warm sweet roll. Gwen grabbed a roll off of her table that looked like it was never touched. All of her houses looked untouched and almost perfect, except for her hovel on the waterfront- inside it was clean and orderly but she never could have disguised the dirty and worn walls and furniture. But that was why she liked it the most, no matter what she did with it the place its true colors would always shine through. Gweneth admired that the most about the shack, it was also a plus that all of her friends would protect it in the waterfront and it was located in the imperial city a few houses away from her guild house. If she ever had a problem with her shack getting broken into- she could easily move all her things into her guild masters room that only she could enter.

"I wonder if any of the beggars have any new info, I could use something to do." Gwen mumbled while nibbling on her sweet roll. She was entirely bored with her life and hated that she kept repeating it to herself whenever her mind stopped roaming. "I think I'll greet some of the sailors instead, they are pretty interesting."

The young imperial changed out of her usual brotherhood armor, she favored it the most out her collection of light and heavy armor. On rare occasions where her brotherhood armor would be broken, Gwen would break out her enchanted elven armor. She preferred it the most from her collection but if she could she would always wear her black leather outfit Ocheeva first gave her. After she had killed off her whole sanctuary family- she made sure to strip them of their leather armor and store it in her chest. She really loved the armor.

"This will do." Gwen smiled. She had put on a tan skirt and a plaid shirt with a tan vest. She slipped into her cow hide shoes comfortably. The sleeves were rolled up and her hair tied back into a long ponytail that reached her calves. It was a modest outfit and very comfortable to her, she was sure that she would get the sailors attention without her appearance though- over the years she had become skilled in speech-craft. Well she had become skilled in about almost everything, hence why she was always bored.

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Gwen pushed the large metal gate leading to the docks with ease, after traveling for so long across Cyrodill it became easy to push and pull the gates open. Imperial guards would give her odd looks when she would run into the city in a rush, the gates would be opened quick and gave enough room for three large men to walk through- usually the guards themselves would have to open them for civilians were too weak to even open them in a little. A young small framed imperial in a hurry with the strength of a few men made the guards give her a double take more than a few times. It was strange. But Gwen remembered when she first started to adventure, gates were one of the hardest things to conquer. When she was around 15 years of age, grown men would laugh at the puny girl attempting to push open a city gate. Gwen hated those men and swore that she would prove them wrong one day.

"Aye look over there- A pretty imperial." A sailor pointed in Gwen's direction.

"Oh yeah, she looks familiar. Doesn't she have a house here?" Another sailor nudged his friend.

"Yeah. She pays us for information, it be best if you were on your best behavior, she pays us well if we are respectful."

"Oh. Okay."

"Hey there! Have you all been doing well?" Gwen approached the three. They nodded eagerly.

"Is there anything you want miss?" One of the men scratched the back of his head in nervous excitement.

"Why yes there is. I just want to know if there has been anything interesting going on around these parts or anywhere around Cyrodill. You see I have been awfully bored lately. Maybe one of you men can help me get rid of it." Gwen patted her full coin purse on her hip, she knew that no one would dare pickpocket her for they heard many rumors about her- sad thing is that they were all true.

"Hmmm. Theres been a few Ayleid ruins turning up, One of them is called Garlas Malatar. I could point it on your map if you want..."

"Uhmn no thank you. I have had enough time in those ruins, its quite depressing and I would rather not look for traps and creatures at every turn." Gwen sneered, she tried to avoid those ruins as much as possible until her boredom got the best of her.

"Theres some gauntlets stuck to the floor of the church of Stendarr is Chorrol. They say only a true warrior can pick them up."

"Maybe I'll get to that some other time, old armor really doesn't get me going." Gwen fiddled with her coin purse, making the men begin to sweat.

"A bunch of priests have just been killed in the church a few days ago. They don't know who the killers are."

"Eh, I've heard that already from the old man that keeps yelling outside near my house. Is that really all whats going on? Well it seems that I'm gonna have to go home and put all this money back in my chest." Gwen turned to leave but was stopped by the three men. One of them began to talk very quickly.

"Okay fine, we have one more thing. We didn't want to tell you because we thought that you were going to leave us forever." The man paused dramaticly, getting the imperial's attention. "Theres a door, a mysterious door that has appeared out of nowhere. Its next to Bravil in the water of Niben Bay. The door is so large that its like a little island. No one knows where the door leads, some people have come out insane after entering. Please miss, that's all we know. We want you to be safe so we weren't going to tell you." The man frowned, but perked up when a handful of gold coins were pressed into his hands like his crew mates.

"Thanks for the information. It was very helpful. You don't have to worry about me though, I know how to survive." Gwen smirked and strode past the men. It was cute that they cared for her well being, but she knew it was only because she had endless amounts of money. She still found it endearing. Gwen walked into the Flowing Bowl and ordered a mug of mead. She dwelled on the mysterious door the men had explained to her.

'Bravil eh? That's a few days travel and I might have to give Shadowmere to someone to look over. Would S'Krivva look after my horse if I dawned the Gray Fox cowl? Well its worth a try.' Gwen chugged down her mead excitedly, a new adventure to cure her boredom. Gwen paid for her mead and went to her house to pack, she mentally made a note to go to her waterfront house and guild house, her favorite items she stored there.

"Come on Shadowmere, its time to go." Gweneth mounted her horse now dawned with some saddle bags attached to the seat. Gwen readjusted her black leather bag on her Dark Brotherhood armor. She nudged her horse in the side to tell her to start galloping. Shadowmere followed her master's orders and rode off into the night towards the Imperial City.

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Well there is my attempt at an Oblivion fan-fiction.

I hope you guys like the start of it.

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Much Love, LadyMarrowind.