Meeks

Meeks is peculiar. For one thing, she has precious little in her head save for an obsession with ink and scrolls, of all things. A challenging prospect, seeing as most scrolls and ink are not Sea Of a Thousand Currents friendly, but where there's a will, there's a way. Every stray thought, dream, nightmare, or fantasy has been catalogued in a massive collection of scrolls and stone tablets, penned and carved with a deft handclaw.


It was a boring winter morning when Meeks got it into her head that she had to know what ink tasted like. She spied something shimmering among the pile of spent ink bottles. A few viscous drops of dark bronze remained in a tiny phial. She didn't remember which item she had used it on, but this was a good sample as any. For some reason, this ink was mutagenic. And now Meeks' insides are transparent with a side of that same ink sloshing around her insides.


Alduin was taken aback by this tiny little thing saying "You! Yes you! Let's start a clan together!". At first he thought he was hallucinating but no; a squeaky voice barely audible over the crashing waves was too close to his foot. Meeks grinned. And it was then Alduin found his ward: Meek's smile.