La lettre était courte et précise. "Castle Dour, Solitude - 9ème de l'aube du soleil" Il comprenait à peine n'importe quelle explication pourquoi ou comment l'écrivain savait de Neria et son désir de venger le Dragonborn. Peut-être que cela faisait partie de la raison pour laquelle elle n'avait pas hésité à quitter la taverne la même nuit, marchant toute la nuit et le lendemain, afin d'arriver à temps. Les gardes à la porte posaient cependant un autre problème.
Au début, l'imbécile, qui se considérait comme une fière garde impériale, la croyait comme une espionne de tempête, malgré le fait qu'il y avait probablement autant de dunmer avec les rebelles du nord que des cerveaux dans ce crâne impérial particulier. Le deuxième garde qui apparut peu de temps après fut sans aucun doute béni avec plus de bon sens; cependant, il souleva un bon point. Il n'y avait aucune raison apparente de laisser passer Neria, son arrivée n'était pas attendue. Lentement frustré, Neria a retiré la lettre qu'elle avait reçue et l'a montrée au deuxième garde.
La grande porte de la chambre de guerre s'ouvrit lentement. Neria a fait quelques pas à l'intérieur, accompagné de quatre gardes. Avec dix personnes présentes, la pièce semblait un peu encombrée. La figure la plus importante étant le général Tilius - Neria n'avait jamais vu l'homme auparavant, mais son armure l'a fait se démarquer comme un ours dans un troupeau de brebis. « Monsieur, le premier garde s'est approché du général, cette femme affirme qu'elle a été invitée ici. Elle avait cette lettre avec elle. Tilius a pris le papier et l'a inspecté de près. Le gardien s'est débarrassé de la gorge: «Ahem, monsieur. Je pense qu'elle pourrait être une espionne pour les foutues tempêtes.Le général a jeté un long coup d'oeil à la dunmer femelle, la tête aux orteils. J'en doute d'une manière ou d'une autre. Je suppose que vous lui appartenez?.. Il s'est cogné la tête vers une chaise avec une jeune femme impériale assise dessus. La femme sourit. Apparemment.
Name: Neria Saren
Age: 33
Race: Dunmer
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: Neria has long dark hair, which frames a face with dark red eyes typical for her species. A few scars give it character, as well as a face tattoo. She's quite muscular, due to her wearing heavy armor almost constantly.

Personality: Neria is diligent, smart and fearless. The code she used to follow, taught loyalty and honor as well, but she somewhat lost these virtues in recent years. She likes skilled fighters and people who follow a clear path in their life. However she dislikes argonians, since most of her memories of the reptilians consist of blood and death.
Neria knows little else but fighting and her social skills or lack thereof have gotten her into trouble more than once. Since she has lost her path, she cars for few things, yet she is always ready to do what must be done.
Class: Redoran Warrior (basically Warrior plus Destruction)
Birthsign: The Steed
Faction: House Redoran
Major Skills: One-Handed, Heavy Armor, Block, Two-Handed, Archery
Minor Skills: Alchemy, Destruction, Smithing
History:
Neria Saren was born into the great House Redoran, known for its great warriors, on the 9th of Mid Year, 4E170. It had been 165 years since the Red Mountain erupted and the argonian Invasion of Morrowind, known as the Accession War began. The still ongoing war between the radical An-Xileel and the Great Houses ensured that Neria would never experience peace in her short childhood.
As soon as she was able to speak, she learned the True Noble's Code of House Redoran. It was meant as a path for true warriors and taught loyalty, honor and diligence above all else. One that her parents followed every day, often leaving the young child back home to go out and fight the argonian invaders. She grew up, hoping that she would become a skilled fighter herself.
On her sixth birthday however, the message of her parent’s death, killed in a skirmish, arrived early in the morning. Fueled by anger and the wish to revenge her parents, Neria learned the way of the warrior. Her training included the use of every weapon accessible to her masters, often in full heavy armor. Soon she became a proud Redoran Warrior, not only skilled with weapons, but also in the magic art of destruction.
When she was 17 years old, she took her first steps onto a battlefield. The same day she killed for the first time. Yet the memory of the green scaled Argonian gasping out his last breath, would soon fade as she grew older and spent many more days fighting – killing. Within 11 years, Neria made a name for herself as a talented fighter. Fearless, loyal and honorable. A true Redoran.
As the years went by, the Great Houses slowly but surely fought back the An-Xileel, until they only held the southern most regions of Morrowind. The war combined with the continued activity of the Red Mountain had left most of the region in ruins. and nothing more but a barren wasteland. Early in the First Seed 4E198, the great houses assembled an army to battle a large unit of An-Xileel forces, located in Narsis.
The dunmer assault was met with heavy resistance, leading to great losses on both sides and ultimately resulting in a retreat of the dunmer forces. During said retreat, Neria, already wounded from the previous battle, was hit with two arrows and left, presumed dead, in front of the town's gates. Lying amidst the dead bodies of her fellow comrades, convinced her last moment was quickly approaching, Neria thought of the people dear to her. The realization that most had been killed and that she had spent her life spilling much blood herself, hit her like a boulder to the head, finally leaving her unconscious.
She woke up in the middle of the night, still lying cold on the ground. When she came to the conclusion that she would not die within the next hours, she decided took drag herself away from the city. After an hour of painfully crawling over the battlefield, Neria finally reached what was left of a small forest, in which she took shelter for a while. While bandaging her wounds, she decided that she could not return to the life she had lived so far. With nowhere else to go she made her way through the woods, finally coming across a road which lead her out of Morrowind and across the border to Cyrodiil.
Having lost her way, Neria became a mercenary, selling her services to anyone with enough money. The next three years she traveled all across Tamriel, taking any job offered. She soon learned that outside Morrowind her kind was disliked at best and despised by most, especially in Skyrim where she ended up in 4E201, aimlessly wandering from city to city.
One day, while traveling with a merchant as bodyguard, Neria witnessed the Dragonborn kill a dragon, after the beast had attacked the small chariot. Dovahkiin, as the nords called him, had shown up in the nick of time, to save both the merchant and Neria and after consuming the beast's soul the Dragonborn traveled with them to the next town. On the way Neria talked to him about life and duty. His words stuck with Neria for a while, even long after they had parted ways. Their meaning had a strange meaning to her, who had lost her path.
She kept traveling Skyrim as a mercenary, always keeping an open ear for stories about the Dragonborn. When she heard of his death, a great desire to help avenge him and to continue his fight arose inside her. The reason why keeps eluding her, but nonetheless Neria is committed to the cause.
Extra:
• She wears a Bonemold Armor, which shows marks of her many battles in the Accession War.
• She carries an elven shield, since she lost her original one in the battle for Narsis.
• She mainly uses a Jade Blade (JaySuS Swords) and an elven dagger, both of which she sometimes dual wields.