After two days driving (and the last one in the rain) I am too tired to read this tonight, but I'll be back (said in an Arnold voice) tomorrow and so I can give it the attention it deserves !!

I have, as always, continued to read this with pleasure each time I've resurfaced online. Which has been far too infrequently this last year. The good news with that approach has been that I've had plenty of updates to devour each time!

I think the reason this story, and it's predecessor, grab me so much is how you write Athlain (and Trey previously). You have a knack of being able to bring them to life. Their internal thoughts possess the same natural immediacy as their dialogue, everything they say, think and do is congruent with what they've done previously. It's seamless, and makes me feel like I know them. And I always root for the people I know and care about.

Still your loyal reader, and I shall try my hardest to post here again much more frequently

I like the sound of coins chuckling too......hehe. And you saved your beautiful locks just in the nick of time yet again. I am very glad, though, that Athlain suggested I request sanctuary with his mother, I am thoroughly enjoying my visit with his sisters......

Don't put that pen down!!!!! I am anxiously waiting the next part of our story. Love you Treydog, and keep up the wonderful work.

A

A pleasure seeing those fetchers getting exactly what they deserved - now if it had been me, I would have forged another stock certificate (even if a good forgery cost me a little more than ten thousand) just to see that @*!@ squirm...

And by the way, how well have you integrated my suggestions into your story! I am honoured and humbled.

ROFL !!! Great line!! The imagery was perfect here !! Couldn't beat this for conjuring up an ETN man till I saw this paragraph:




ROFL !!! I Loved this scene, Afer's responses clearly drum up his personality. His mind cuts through all the BS and gets right down to the hub of the matter at hand - simple and direct !! Awesome characters you are developing with these men !!!




Wonderful description to evoke imagery !!!

Athlain is beginning to add power to his repertoire! I nearly fell out of my chair in surprise, that was an awesome coup !!!

AWESOME WRITE !!! And so wonderful to see your story getting updated again !!!

Absolutely loved seeing Athlain spar with Constans: I'm looking for that wet spot on Constans's pants!

And his interaction with Crapius Malignus Carnius Magnus: I bet the directors would be! And did Crapius Carnius leave a brown spot on his chair?

a number of tracks that indicated someone was scouting Raven Rock.
Big guy, yellow skin, Gatling Laser? Don't worry, he's one of the good guys. Watch out, he'll steal all your kills though...

Afer could certainly use a new sword, considering the way he notched his blade on that archer. He pretty well ruined the edge. I mentioned to him that the point of a sword was a better choice against an armored opponent.
A nice touch of realism here. Athlain may not be a swordsman himself, but his time in the legion has at least taught him how they are supposed to be used.

I loved your description of Contans looking like he was always up to something. It conveys so much with an economy of words. Athlain himself really shines in his interactions with the man. There is no hesitancy in his actions. He simply throws down. Clearly, all that he has been through has changed him greatly inside.

“There. Just… take them and go. For all the good they’re likely to do you.”
It looks like Constans is in the loop about what Crapius Carnius is up to.

If Athlain wants to really put the squeeze on Carnius' finances, Teresa can recommend a fellow wood elf, who is handy at getting into places she is not supposed to go, and leaving with all the valuables therin...

'I had known for some time that a confrontation with Carnius lay in my future, but I had hoped to have more time to prepare. But- this was about more than just me. Absently, I touched a finger to one of the silver spikes on Athynae’s Gift and thought how different things might have been if I had not had it when the werewolf attacked. Yes, my men needed those silver weapons- and I would do what was necessary to obtain them. '
And so effortlessly you tie a 'go fetch' task straight to Athlain's heart and honor, rendering his choice a foregone conclusion. Of course he would do this. Superbly done, trey. Mention of Athynae being a delightful bonus.

“So I handed Afer one of those big, heavy smith’s hammers. He said, ‘I don’t know how to repair a sword!’ I told him, ‘No- I want you to use that instead of a sword, since hammering seems to be the only tactic you know.’ “
Spoken by one mace user perhaps trying to convert another?

Well, those silver blades will increase their range of capabilities. Oh, and 10K septims won't hurt either.

Now I can see 10k coming in handy... and stinging Carnius, if only temporarily. Money can achieve many things, I wonder what this is destined for.

People have already pointed ut the funnies (which I enjoyed as ever), so I'll comment on something else which stood out this chapter particularly (though was completely seamless and almost expected). That's Athlain's growing confidence, he just bullied Carnius's thug and intimidated him, certainly something he wouldn't have tried a few chapters back and then went to have a go at the man himself. Probably a good time to sell off stock too - though whether 'I think we're going to need silver weapons' counts as insider trading...

I sense this may be leading up to the final section of the main quest and very smoothly done there, I think I can see how it will flow very cleanly (which this piece tends to and is part of the reason why it's so engrossing). But this bit almost foreshadowed it, the ritual of the stones (is that the right name - I think so) has brought about more change in Athlain than just toughening him up and getting him off the skooma, it's given him confidence. I suspect whatever happens in the aftermath will get positively squashed by him.

Great piece...

@Burnt Sierra- You are, of course, one of the people who has kept me writing and caring about these stories for all these years. And the fact that you have been so kind to my efforts and my characters has meant more than I can ever say. Welcome back and glad to see Poisonous Garden back!

@Athynae- OH no! Not Athlain’s sisters! His plans always have that one minor flaw. Thank you, love- you will not be stuck in literary limbo much longer.

@D.Foxy- Having someone who KNOWS makes it so much easier for me to write as if Athlain does… If that makes any sense?

@mALX- Welcome back! Yes- I just had so much fun with Afer. One reason I appreciate my readers so much- you often give me ideas that work perfectly with the story. And yes- I can just hear that E. Tennessee rumble- “Wull- he’s daid, ain’t he? And ya don’t hear him complainin’”

And Constans is just such an oily sort- even in vanilla game.

@haute- Yes, the verbal jousting was fun to write. And I think Athlain is getting a bit- grumpy. Perhaps it is the absence of a certain someone…

And again- the dog-Latin was just one of those… accidents. (Sorry- couldn’t resist).

@SubRosa- If we could just get the Enclave out of the way…. And yes, Athlain has definitely been honed down to a finer edge himself. Should have thought of Bosmeri assistance… darn.

@Acadian- Thank you my friend. In some ways, Athlain is absorbing the Buffy Doctrine. These are his friends and his responsibility. He WILL see that they are safe.

And yes- blunt weapons specialists think that is the only way to go. None of that delicate “edge- point- edge” stuff for Athlain!

@Olen- Yep. Since Carnius is about the money, taking it is the best revenge. And you again note an important part of his growth. He will no longer just accept taunts and harassment. And the ritual definitely had a lot to do with his increased confidence and his changing view of the world.

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Because I was still operating “independently,” I spent the night in the Imperial Cult Shrine, rather than the barracks. The distinction might have been minor, but it seemed significant to me. And, in truth, the peace of the shrine, as well as the smell of incense and beeswax, was more conducive to sleep than the more- organic- sounds and smells that accompany a room full of soldiers. When the morning light arrived, I realized that the shrine could serve a more mundane purpose, as well. I entrusted the bag of coin to Jeleen, with instructions to see that it went to my sisters if something happened to me. Ever since Athynae had rescued Mirisa, the priest had been anxious to do me a favor, so he was delighted. And then I bundled up the swords and headed to the dock. Basks-in-the-Sun had finished loading the small amount of cargo that did not go direct to the colony, and waved me aboard.

Despite the confrontations with Constans and Carnius, I felt good. So far, we had thwarted my nemesis at every turn, as well as costing him considerable money. However powerful his connections might be, the Company would soon find it difficult to ignore his incompetence- or malfeasance. The thought of Carnius being summarily recalled and removed was pleasant, and I smiled as I imagined it. But that smile faded as the Raven Rock pier came into view and I saw Falco and Afer standing at its foot. Afer’s sword was out and he was gazing toward the center of the colony- and Falco’s left arm was in a sling.

As soon as I made the leap from ship to pier, the colony manager rushed up to me, his face pale. He began speaking rapidly, his words bursting forth between gasps for breath:

“Thank the Nine! Skaal! Attacked- right after you left.”

My expression of shocked amazement must have mirrored Falco’s. The Skaal? How was that possible? Korst had assured me…. But there was no time. The evidence was clear; there had been an attack- Falco and Afer had obviously been in a fight and were still in a state of vigilance. And what about…?

“Where are Garnas and Gratian? They weren’t…?”

Falco put a quick hand on my arm and said, “No. We must have put up a better fight than expected. Drove them into the mine. The other fellows are guarding the entrance.”

He took several breaths to calm himself and then started over.

“Not long after you left last night, ten or more of them came howling out of the trees. I don’t understand it; we’ve never had trouble from the Skaal before. Anyway, they made a mistake; they hit right after the shift change, and a lot of the miners were still up and about. Between them and the guards, we pushed them into the mine. But- the late shift had just gone to work- and they’re still in there.”

He looked at me with anguish on his face. “The guards and I can keep watch here, but I need you to go in and get the workers out. Do what you have to about the Nords- my men are the priority.”

I wanted to ask him how he knew the attackers were Skaal; I wanted to make sure the guards were not hurt; I had a hundred other questions. But it was clear Falco could not answer them. I nodded to him and said, “Let me have Garnas. The two of us will get the miners out.”

I had seen how the dark elf moved, and there was no one I would rather have at my back if I had to go down into those twisting tunnels.

When I reached the entry to the mine, the remaining guards visibly relaxed. Gratian did not say anything, but made do with a gesture somewhere between a wave and a salute. Garnas looked at me steadily, waiting for me to explain how we were going to handle the situation. I was counting on that steadiness- and his experience. Falco believed he had seen Skaal, but he was mostly a manager- a businessman. I needed the opinion of someone who could spot a knife in the midst of a tavern brawl- and react with just the right amount of force.

“We’ll be going in- the two of us; but first, I need to know what you saw. And I need to know what you think.”

Garnas closed his eyes briefly, reliving the chaotic moments as the attack started. At last, eyes still closed, he began to speak:

“They came out of the woods in two groups. Four of them headed for Falco, but Afer and I were there and drove them off. Falco got hit- a hammer or club, I think. The other bunch made straight for the mine, but the crew coming off shift tangled them up. It seems clear that they were waiting for you to leave- maybe they thought we would relax.”

He opened his eyes and shrugged. “They could have taken us if they had pressed home- concentrated on us and Falco. But they didn’t act like they were used to working together- or like men who had ever been in a real fight.”

The comment about the attackers not being coordinated brought my earlier doubt into focus. The Skaal were experienced hunters- and they were used to hunting as a group. What Garnas described simply did not fit.

“Are you sure they were Skaal? How could you tell?”

“It was a bunch of characters in furs and face paint rushing out of the trees whooping and waving weapons. But, now that you mention it….”

His red eyes gleamed and a look of certainty settled on his features. “One of those ‘Nords’ sure moved a lot like my old friend Nasios.”

It was fortunate I had already asked Garnas to accompany me; now that he knew Nasios was in the mine, I would have needed force to restrain him. He did not become agitated- just the opposite. An eerie calm settled over him as he carefully checked his weapons. When I started to say something about a plan, he just fixed me with a penetrating gaze and said,

“This isn’t my first dance. We go in, we send the miners out here to Gratian, and whoever’s left- we kill. Easy.”

I wished I could share his sanguine attitude, but I could not help recalling that there were supposed to be ten attackers- and only two of us. At that moment, I would have given a substantial fortune for a crossbow- and the ability to use it without piercing some portion of my own anatomy. What I had was my Legion training and a deadly dark elf. The enemy had numbers, but no organization. Suddenly, the odds did not seem so bad and I returned Garnas’ feral grin with one of my own.

“Just one thing. We stay together! Oh, and one more- try to remember that I don’t look like a miner, either.”

The inexperience of the attackers showed as soon as we went through the heavy wooden doors to the mine. With their numbers, they could have controlled the miners and set an ambush where we would be hampered. But the entry tunnel was quiet and still as the grave, an impression that I tried to suppress as soon as I had conjured it. The thought stayed with me though, a fatalistic image of the entire mine as simply a huge, unconsecrated tomb, filled with men and elves who were not yet dead, but would be, soon or late. And here was I, stalking through that darkness, the bringer of death- or perhaps its recipient. In that moment, I think I understood my father better than ever before- why it was he refused to wear a sword for any reason. And perhaps, in time, I would have the luxury of a similar choice. But that time was not today. I dried my hands on my tunic and tightened the straps on my shield. If the darkness called to me, I would not be found wanting.

Wow - the way you draw the characters in the midst of this latest crisis just leaves me stunned. Afer, Gratian, and especially Garnas really jump out of the screen and smack me up the head! I can just feel the cool hatred and contempt that Garnas has for Nasios.

The fact that Athlain doubts it's the Skaal from the beginning shows that he has a good sense of who is trustworthy and who isn't. My impression is further validated by Garnas's assessment of the gang that took the miners hostage.

It is so good to have you and the Solstheim gang back. As I"m unfamiliar with the game, it's all new and fascinating for me, and I love reading what's next.

EW! GAAAH, lol.



Oh yeah, this line conjured up Athlain's first sighting of Garnas - good pick!




And there's the proof he made the right choice!


Athlain has lost his hesitancy about approaching situations! Great Chapter, Treydog !!!

And it all comes ever faster. Knowing as I do the rough shape of the story, if not the exact details which you add so wonderfully, I suspect the next couple of parts will be rather good. I do wonder about the conclusion of this though, how exactly will you follow the game... Only time will tell.

I do like how you flesh out the game, the story doesn't seem constrained by it and some of the stranger events it has, rather it all flows perfectly naturally with little details added - indeed I might even go and play it again...

Great stuff, and as ever I can't wait to read the next part, and the part after....

and with each new addition I experience an increase in the electrical current that seems to permeate every fiber of my being. I feel he is moving closer......

Keep it up, you are doing an incredible job!

A

Athlain's time with the Skaal really shows here. Right from the start he doubted that they were responsible, not out of sentimentality, but from experience with their culture. Also, as soon as he is on the scene we find Athlain taking charge of the situation and moving to finish it. The fact that Carnius waited for him to leave Raven Rock shows what a formidable enemy he sees Athlain as. An accurate assessment too. Quite a change from when they first met!

'Falco believed he had seen Skaal, but he was mostly a manager- a businessman. I needed the opinion of someone who could spot a knife in the midst of a tavern brawl- and react with just the right amount of force.'
This passage is wonderful in many ways. I reminds us why Athlain chose the dark elf. It explains his doubts about the attackers being Skaal. It shows us whose opinion on the matter he values.

'I dried my hands on my tunic and tightened the straps on my shield. If the darkness called to me, I would not be found wanting.'
Grrr! Go get 'em, Athlain!

I agree with SubRosa that it says much about Athlain that the attackers would wait for his absence to strike.

Okay, two great chapters, with excellent storytelling.

Sorry to hear about the trouble with your nerves, and here's hoping for a full recovery. That, or the sudden manifestation of 'Toe-Typing Superpowers.'

The aftermath of the attempt on Falco's life and need for better swords is impressively done. In particular, Falco's never-ending list of frustrations gives us the sense that assassins are not even at the top of that list, but his boss definitely is. And so, Falco must yet again match wits with Carnius for the survival of the colony.

And it is always a true pleasure doing business with Carnius when you know what you're getting out of the deal. I just hope that Athlain stores those coins somewhere safe. After all, soon he'll be a married man, and that means he needs at least one night at Desele's to make it Hail (coins being much more solid than paper currency and all).

Then there's "The Alleged Attack, by what has been Alleged-to-have-been-Skaal." Athlain's battle instincts kick in, but also his situational awareness. He notes the immediate discrepancies between his experience with the Skaal and what has been reported. He's careful going into battle against unknown dangers, mindful of the risks, but also carefully weighs his advantages and how to use them.

And he's better armed than his enemies. After all, he and Garnas have two weapons of a higher quality than the attackers can hope to equal: training and intelligence.

Naked Nords need bludgeoning, and I can think of no one better to do the job!

I very much enjoyed Athlain's latest embarrassment of Carnius, that was absolutely perfect. Great to see he's finally getting what's coming to him, that Skooma-pushing s'wit!

Not really much else for me to say, because everyone else has already said it, so let me simply finish with great job and I look forward to even more.

@haute- If the characters come alive, it is a direct result of paying close attention to the way other writers- such as yourself- have managed that feat. And Garnas decided as soon as his name came up that we was going to be more than “3rd guard from the left.” Even though they can sometimes take me down rabbit holes (or into creepy ebony mines), I have learned to listen to my characters. My thanks for your wonderful words.

@mALX- Well- had to throw in a line or two for the person who brought the- ah, sights and especially SMELLS of the Bloodworks so vividly to life. And yes, Athlain shows he has learned another lesson- leaders may lead- but they also LISTEN.

@Olen- I do hope the next bits will be a satisfying conclusion to the chapter…. And this story is the first where I really decided to stretch myself and “create.” The fact that you feel the attempt works is the best praise I can receive.

@Athynae- Thank you so much. We will see fairly soon if Athlain has the wisdom to do more than “hope she is OK.” It seems to me that a young lady might need more than “good wishes.”

@SubRosa- Your summary and insights tell me that I managed to do just what I hoped with that installment. Thank you so much!

@Acadian- You single out two of my own favorites. I have avidly watched the way Buffy sees her world and the people in it- far better to let Athlain explain his reasoning concisely than for me to use 1000 words to less effect.

@Captain Hammer- Thank you for the kind words. And again for noting that Falco’s priorities barely include- “and oh yeah- he tried to have me killed.” I have a feeling that if Athlain made the error of “one last night out” at Desele’s- it really WOULD be his “last night.” Wedding and funeral all in one day…. And the “Skaal” attack was a chance for me to demonstrate that Athlain is actually able to pay attention- though Athynae may disagree. We will see the teamwork with Garnas in action.

@Thomas Kaira- Smacking Nords for Fun and Profit…. Hmm, might be a useful market expansion for the EEC. My thanks for your continued reading.

And now- back to the story. NOTE: Sorry about the "PHP?" artifact in the coded section. That should not be read as part of the message.

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Fortunately, my melancholy thoughts about the inevitability of death were interrupted by its possible immediacy- a Nord leapt out of a side tunnel, swinging an axe at my head. Even in the dim light of the mine, I recognized him as a child of Skyrim, but could also see that he was not of the Skaal. Whoever he was, he died with one of Garnas’ knives in his throat. My companion retrieved the blade and cleaned it on the dead man’s furs, commenting:

“Good plan. You draw them out and I’ll put them down.” He paused with an impish smile, “If that’s all right with you, of course.”

I muttered back, “Naturally, it was always my mother’s fondest wish that I become a practice dummy for homicidal Nords- and entertainment for psychotic elves.”

Whatever else the plan might have lacked, it had the benefit of simplicity. There was no way I was going to move silently in all my armor and equipment, but Garnas might have been another of the many shadows. The next two attackers died the same way, so intent on me that they never saw the blows that killed them. I will not catalog every step, every thrust or parry. Suffice to say that, even when the mercenaries came at us two or three at a time, they had no chance. We each took a few blows, but our armor deflected most of them. For the rest, potions healed the minor wounds we received. Even so, through it all, one mystery remained- none of the Nords possessed any coins. If, as I believed, they had been paid, where was the evidence?

Finally, on the last of them, we discovered the key, not just to this attack, but to everything. The ninth hireling was older, better armed, and a better fighter. But, against the two of us, it made no difference. As with the others, I searched his body, but this time I found a tattered parchment. It read:

CODE

Land somewhere NE of the colony.  Wait until the Legionnaire has left the site.  The Imperial can be identified based on descriptions previously provided.  Kill every living thing in the colony.  Be sure to leave Skaal weapons and equipment behind; there needs to be evidence readily available, should the Empire choose to investigate.

Payment will be delivered to the designated meeting point once proof of the task’s completion is provided.

                                                                                                               C.

I recognized the hand immediately. I had seen it often enough on papers scattered across a desk in an office back at Fort Frostmoth.

Even so, there was still something missing. We had accounted for the men we now knew for certain had been hired, all of the attackers. All, that is, except one. Nasios was still missing. We knew he had not slipped out with the workers we sent out of the mine; Gratian guarded the only exit. So the Imperial was still down there somewhere in the darkness, hoping to remain hidden. Garnas was as close to frantic as I had ever seen him, pacing the tunnels like a vengeful spirit. Against the many Nords, he had been almost frighteningly calm, but the rage was building in him at the thought that his enemy had escaped. Even I, who had grown up around Dunmer, was taken aback by the glow of his eyes in the torch-lit darkness.

Somehow, during the fighting, Garnas had lost his most of his weapons. Broken, lodged in an opponent’s body- it didn’t matter. When we found Nasios with his back pressed against a support in a blind tunnel, all the dark elf had left was a single dagger- the one he had taken during the tavern brawl. He stepped forward slowly, with the blade held low.

“Nasios,” he crooned, “I have a present for you. I borrowed this fine dagger from you and you ran away before I could give it back.”

The Imperial’s eyes darted from side to side, looking for an escape that did not exist. Realizing that the only way out was through us, he pushed off from the post with an inarticulate cry and Garnas was only a beat behind. The two rushed together, seeming almost to embrace like long-lost lovers. Garnas was smaller and faster; Nasios had the advantage of strength. They grappled and spun, never releasing one another, their blades flashing and disappearing like sparks in the torchlight. Try as I could, there was no opening for me to intervene- I would as be as likely to strike friend as foe in that mad, whirling melee. Muscles strained and mouths grimaced, but no words were spoken. After what seemed like hours, I saw Nasios’ mouth gape wide and his hands drop from Garnas to clutch himself. As he stumbled into the light, I saw the dagger buried to its hilt in his belly. He dropped to his knees with a groan and Garnas stared down at him, gasping,

“That was for Bralyn and it was a better chance than you ever gave him. At least you got to see it coming.”

Then he put a foot on the Imperial’s shoulder and kicked him over.

“Die in the dirt, like the pig that you are.”

With that, he turned to me, with a peculiar expression on his face- a smile that frightened me. I started to make a joke about his forgetting about “not rushing ahead,” but then he staggered and I saw the blood pouring from his left armpit. I scrabbled for a healing potion, but he shook his head. Wearily, he rasped,

“No. I’m done. Bralyn. It was my fault. Taught him to play dice. He was too good. Better than me- in every way. Nasios- owed him. Murdered him. My fault.”

He slid to the ground, staring up at the light. I knelt beside him and wrapped my arms around him, tears streaking my face. He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again.

“You… you’re a good boy, too. Take me back to the… Saren Ancestral Tomb, near Khuul. Get the Temple to do the rites. That way, my spirit can guard my family, as my mortal form did not. It is so cold here, and I will welcome the fire.”

Then he was gone. I simply held him for minutes beyond counting, and when I stood up, I lifted the small form of one of the biggest mer I had ever known and I carried him from that dark place.

AHH! Garnas??

Ah, but the Good Lord giveth, and he taketh away. Still that sucks that this particular Dunmer didn't have long to feel the satisfaction of revenge well wrought. At least he died knowing that he accomplished what he set out to do. Small comfort in that, though.

What a great chapter highlighting the teamwork between Athlain and Garnas. The contrast between the noisy, clanking knight in Imperial armor and the stealthy fighter robed in shadows was particularly effective.

And I loved the little bit of male bonding at the beginning - That's the kind of humor that eases the tension when you know the crap's about to hit the oscillating blades.

Soooo glad you started writing again! Now I need to do the same!

Oh, seriously? That's how Garnas manages to collect payment on a debt?

I suppose I should say something here about how extraordinarily well written that last sequence is. Completely true. Athlain's sense of loss and duty comes across wonderfully, the anger of Garnas practically bleeds off the screen, along with his regular blood. His request regarding his disposal and the sense of final regret about the path that led him to this point; it's all great stuff.

It still upsets me to read that.

Ah, well, as long as we're talking payment, might as well point out that another invoice is written up for Carnius, and the debt's past due. The collection fee is already high, and accounts have got to be paid.

Tell the piper, he's gonna be playing that old tune once again.


Heh, I do love seeing different takes on that expression.

Reminds me of the most proper-way of ever saying that. "The fecal matter is about to hit the ceiling mounted oscillator." That phrasing is perfect for typing up and putting in the report that the captain wants on his desk by morning.

'There was no way I was going to move silently in all my armor and equipment, but Garnas might have been another of the many shadows.'

'He slid to the ground, staring up at the light. I knelt beside him and wrapped my arms around him, tears streaking my face. He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again.'

'Then he was gone. I simply held him for minutes beyond counting, and when I stood up, I lifted the small form of one of the biggest mer I had ever known and I carried him from that dark place.'


By Mara! The above three passages really capture the majesty of your writing!

It is no wonder that Athlain's story is such a joy to read and that he can so stir the heart of his readers.

I see Carnius is getting more tight-fisted with his money, not paying this bunch before the job (and I wonder if he ever planned to pay them at all, or was just going to kill them after the job instead?). I would wonder if that was due to Athlain withdrawing all of that cash, but the note was written before that. So my guess is that he grew tired of spending money of failures. In any case, now Athlain has the proof to tie Carnius to the attack on the colony.

An excellent ending of the episode with the face-off between Nasios and Garnas. I expected something like this for Garnas, as he had that tragic figure vibe to him. It gives excellent closure to his story. Also very true to life as well. Often both knife and sword fights ended with both sides dying, so terrible are the wounds those weapons can inflict. With that armpit wound, Garnas only had minutes before he died.

Fantastic writing, Treydog! I have loved seeing the progression of Athlain as a character throughout this story. The final scene with Garnas is both very touching and very personal, and it really gives life to the characters in the game that most probably saw as "just another NPC."

I get the feeling that the story is quickly reaching a climax of sorts; the note from the dead mercenary provides the proof Athlain needed, and I am sure retribution is not far behind. But will the death of Garnas affect our hero's judgement to the point where he wishes to act TOO hastily, or will his maturity and instincts take over and force about a calmer, yet still swift, reaction? I am inclined to think the latter, but death is a hard enough think to deal with, let alone the death of one's own men. I am interested to see how Athlain handles it.

Again, great job as always, Treydog! I can't wait for the next chapter!

ARGH! BWAAAAA! This had me in tears! Powerfully written and overwhelmingly emotional, Awesome and shattering ... argh. (both for Garnas and Athlain). AWESOME WRITE !!!

I have to agree with you here. And I'm pretty sure it has something to do with the court martial hearings he is undergoing with Julian of Anvil. (Whatever he does from here now that he has proof - is going to be the catalyst that begins the court martial is my guess).

I've said this to a couple of ppl already, I'm reading along, soon I'll be up to date, so please bear with me, I'll be there!

And I'm enjoying every minute of reading, you know that, right?

I salute thee, Trey. There may or may not have been blood on the moon, but there certainly was a tear in my eye.

That was a strong part. Garnas kind of had the tragic character vibe to him but I wasn't entirely expecting him to be killed off so soon (if at all becuase he was a strong one). Well done surprising me, and well done giving it so much power.


Lots of lines have been quoted but not this gem yet. There's a lot in this line, a reminder of who Athlain is and his background as well as making the point powerfully. It's becoming harder to imagine Athlain off Solstheim now, but you keep the ties with things like this.

Still with the way different things are moving I suspect it's as well Solstheim is cold, because it might be a while yet before that body gets to Khull... This piece is moving fast, and even though I know where it's going (more or less) it still holds all it's excitment.

@Everyone- a couple of things… First, this post will end the chapter that seemed to have no ending. And it will also see the exit of Julian of Anvil. Words cannot express my gratitude to Haute Ecole Rider for her cooperation as I “borrowed” her character for my story. This chapter- and the entire story- would have been much poorer without the presence of the formidable Redguard. What started out as an idle notion on my part grew into an essential component of the story. I want to once again express my thanks to Haute for her able assistance- and for her wonderful character.

Second- Garnas. Killing him off was not an easy decision, nor one that I actually saw coming from the beginning. Initially, my desire was simply to turn a rather mundane “go there- do that” quest into something with more narrative punch. Afer Flaccus was fun, Gratian was his usual taciturn self- and Garnas jumped off the page and demanded that his story be told. This was Athlain’s first real experience with command. And one lesson of command is that- no matter how carefully you plan- you lose people in battle. Garnas embraced his fate, feeling that he owed a life and a guardian spirit to his family.

@haute- First, my thanks to you again. Garnas rather surprised me- with both his sudden appearance and his sudden departure. And Athlain has gone from being a rather humorless spoiled brat to the having the dry humor that comes with experience. My fondest hope for Skyrim is that there may be some way to “choreograph” tactics with your “helpers.” As opposed to the Morrowind method, by which they rush ahead to attack anything that moves

@Captain Hammer- My apologies for the death of the dark elf. But, in my defense, a death with some meaning seems better than simply disappearing off the page…. And my humble thanks for your kind words about the writing. And yes- Carnius’ bill is about to come due at last.

@Acadian- Thank you- I find myself nearly at a loss for more than that after such wonderful praise. Elves- the wood variety as well as the Dunmer, have a way of taking up residence in one’s heart and one’s pen… And thank the patron saints of writing that they do!

@SubRosa- Yes, Carnius’ growing desperation seems to be at the heart of this penultimate “quest.” And thank you so much for sharing the vision I have of Garnas, Following the death of his brother, he had only one purpose in life and he fulfilled that purpose.

@Khajiit_Thief01- First of all- WELCOME! And I am pleased that Athlain’s progress is visible over the arc of the story- that is the true “journey” referenced in the subtitle. Your question regarding how Athlain will handle Carnius is answered below….

@mALX- Thank you so much. It pleases me that I can move you- one of the best writers of emotions out there.

@minque- And welcome back to one of my earliest forum friends and fellow writers. Your support at the beginning and throughout has been one of the things that has kept me writing for all these years.

@D.Foxy- Ah- now if I can prompt a tear from the Foxy one, I know I have accomplished my task. My thanks.

@Olen- Many thanks. I look to you to make sure that I am striking the right notes. As to Garnas and Khuul- well, Athlain takes his obligations seriously. And yes, this chapter that has hung around for so long is finally rushing toward its ending with the speed of a freight train…

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In a daze, I walked out into the settlement. Gratian and Afer fell in silently behind me as I carried my burden to the dock where Falco waited. The colony manager looked at me, then at what I held, and his ravaged face reflected my own.

“I am sorry Athlain,” he whispered.

I nodded and mutely put Garnas down, then handed Falco the note I had found on the mercenary leader. He ran his eyes quickly over the lines and raised his gaze to mine. His expression had changed from grief to rage and determination.

“This note is what we needed. It is time to put an end to this. Take the note and confront Carnius. He can’t deny his involvement any longer- and he will swing for it. This is nothing less than conspiracy to commit murder.”

I nodded again and at last found my own voice. “I’ll need a day or two. I want to take Garnas back to Vvardenfell. Stick close to Afer and Gratian, and I will go directly from Khuul to the fort.”

Basks-in-the-Sun had seen what was happening, and held his departure in case he was needed. While I talked to Falco, Gratian brought a cloak and we bundled Garnas into it. At least he would not be cold on his final voyage. The four of us each took a corner and bore him onto the ship and Basks only waited long enough for the other three to climb down before he cast off. I spent the journey standing in the bow, salt spray mixing with the tears on my face. I was going back to Vvardenfell at last, but not in triumph or celebration.

Once we reached the small Redoran village, I located Endris Dilmyn and asked him to take care of the arrangements for Garnas. I had known the elf all my life; apparently he was one of the many whom my father had “helped” in some way that was never fully explained. He shook my hand and promised to see that all was done properly. I turned back to the dock and paused. Somehow, I did not want to wait, did not want the long hours of the sea journey in which to think. So instead, I cast the spell that carried me directly to the Imperial Cult Shrine at Fort Frostmoth. I was only one winding stairwell away from Carnius Magius. I had started this “adventure” filled with certainty; joining the Legion because it seemed noble and romantic. And, at every turn, certainty had been battered and buffeted; instead of nobility, I had found squalor. But not now. Now, I knew beyond doubt what I must do, what the burden of a leader truly was. First though, I made sure that I carried nothing that identified me as a member of the Imperial Legion- this was personal. Then I eased my mace in its loop, took the incriminating note in my hand, and mounted the stairs.


“Now we have reached the point at which Carnius Magius was killed.” Julian looked at me neutrally and said, “Tell me about it.”

“He is dead because he attacked me. And because of what he said before he tried to kill me.”

“And what was that?”

It was a blessing for Constans Atrius that he was not lurking in his usual spot when I strode down the hall to the East Empire office and slammed through the door. Carnius looked at me, and his expression showed that he knew his latest gamble had failed. His eyes darted from my face to the note I held in my hand, and he recognized his doom in both. But- even in this, I would follow the rules. Despite what I knew, despite Garnas lying dead in Khuul, I was not a murderer.

I placed the note on the desk before him and indicated the handwriting and the telltale initial.

“If you would care to explain this, I will give you one minute. Use it wisely.”

He sneered at me and flicked the note with a finger. “A forgery. Probably something cooked up by Falco with your assistance.”

He stood behind the desk and added, “As for ‘explaining,’ let me ‘explain’ something to you. I will use small words, so you do not mistake my meaning.”

His grin was savage as he continued, “You know, Vvardenfell is still almost as much of a frontier as Solstheim. There are still bandits and raiders there. Events can be so unpredictable in a place like that. For example, there might be an attack along that lonely road between Indarys Manor and Ald’ruhn. Such an occurrence would be unfortunate, but not extraordinary. One would think the parents of young ladies traveling to school would be more careful…”

He paused, his eyes glittering with malice: “Or perhaps your family might receive a visitor. What would be more natural than for that visitor to provide a bottle of fine brandy as a guest gift?”

That last remark was frighteningly close to a vision I had once had; Carnius offering a poisoned glass to my mother. I felt my breath catch in my throat; had the vision been nightmare- or prophecy?

I leaned on his desk and snarled, “You have made a terrible mistake, threatening my family.”

The Company factor laughed and rasped, “And why is that? You won’t be around to protect them!”

Then, quick as a striking slaughterfish, he grabbed a mace that was hidden behind the desk and slammed it down, aiming for my right hand. But Athynae had warned me about Carnius, and I read his intent in his eyes. I pulled my hand away just in time. He was trapped by the desk long enough for me to draw my own weapon and defend myself.


I paused, reliving the last moments of Carnius’ life, and told Julian simply:

“We fought, and I killed him.”

At last, I looked into Julian’s eyes before adding:

“And when he was dead, I told him, “ ’They are mine, and you will never touch them’.”

Pilus Prior Julian was still for several minutes, then picked up a paper and glanced at it. She set aside it aside and looked at me, green eyes giving away nothing.

“Carnius Magius. According to this report, he sustained massive injuries, including two broken arms- the right in multiple places. He also had smashed ribs and other contusions. As for his face, well, the note here says it was ‘fortunate that he wore a distinctive signet ring that Constans Atrius was able to identify.’”

“And you were reported as having ‘a few bruises and some recently healed scars.’ Please explain how that happened.”

Instead of trying to answer with words, I stepped to the door and reached out into the hall. When I returned I placed Athynae’s Gift on the table between us and resumed my seat. Julian looked at the mace for several seconds before asking, “May I?”

When I nodded my assent, she lifted the weapon carefully and tested the balance, seeming to also sense the magic with which it was infused. “Absorb health?” she asked, placing it back on the table.

“Yes. Athynae got the idea from one of Father’s old stories. Only in his case, it was a sword. She told Brynjolfr that she intended to make sure I did not ‘get myself killed’.”

Julian’s eyes seemed to gaze upon something far away for a moment, and then returned to me. Her next words surprised me.

"Sir, you have mentioned someone named 'Athynae' several times. Who is she and how does she relate to the events with Carnius Magius?"

What a deceptively simple question. 'Who is Athynae?' When I did not answer for several long minutes, the Redguard cleared her throat and her eyebrow seemed to again rise of its own volition. I reached inside my cuirass and drew out the scarf Athynae had given to me at Sarethi Manor. It was stained and frayed and altogether lovely. I contemplated the individual threads as I said,

"You may want to sharpen several more quills- and open a new bottle of ink...."

And then the whole story came tumbling out- Carnius and his “tea;” the moon sugar cabin; Athynae’s arrival and my healing. It was a relief to finally tell someone the truth, even if it meant the end of my Legion career. Throughout my narration of addiction and recovery, Julian did not take any notes, simply watched and listened as I doomed myself.

But there was still a chance- Julian’s report would take time working its way through the labyrinthine Legion bureaucracy. I could use that small breathing space to complete my mission and find Captain Carius. Whether I wore the uniform or not, that was still my responsibility. Resolved upon my course, I raised my gaze from the table and looked into the eyes of the woman who held my fate in her hands. For her part, Julian looked back at me, seeming to read my thoughts from her examination of my face. The silence stretched for several minutes and then she placed her hands flat on the table in front of her.

“Sir, my orders were very specific. I was tasked with ‘determining the circumstances of the death of Factor Carnius Magius of the East Empire Company and the impact of that death on the Raven Rock colony, the Legion, and the Empire.’ I have done so, and my report will reflect my findings.”

She paused and drew in a deep breath before adding, “Other matters which may have come up in the course of our interviews are outside the scope of my orders, and will not be reported. We both have duties, and we had best be about them. One last thing, a bit of advice I got from my first Optio. ‘Protect your legionaries and honor your dead.’ ”

Then she rose fluidly from her chair, stood at attention and drew the Legion sword from her hip. With a snap of elbow and wrist, she raised it in front of her face, the formal salute to a superior officer. She held the stance for a long moment, then sheathed the sword and left the room.

Here Ends Chapter 13

Judging by the utter mutilation of Carnius's body, it is quite certain that there was many months blinding hatred channeled into Athlain's blows. Force someone to be around another person whom they despise to the very core of their soul, and they will break when prompted. Athlain certainly hit his breaking point here, and I think we should be quite surprised he left enough of Carnius behind to bury.

Nevertheless, that despicable twit is dead now, and good *shablamz!* riddance to that. With that done, Raven Rock can finally enjoy some peace and quiet.

Now, if I were Athlain at this point, the very first thing I would do is catch the boat back to Khuul and check up on Indarys Manor to make sure Carnius didn't actually do anything. He may have been a bumbling fool, but he has always managed to take at least one life with his grand schemes. I really do fear for Athlain's family right now, and I hope to the Three that Carnius was bluffing.

My fondest hope for Skyrim is that there may be some way to “choreograph” tactics with your “helpers.” As opposed to the Morrowind method, by which they rush ahead to attack anything that moves
Seeing that it works that way in Oblivion and Fallout 3 as well, do not get your hopes up.

I agree with what you said about your use of Julian here. She really has transcended being a neat cameo by a character from another F, and instead become an integral part of the storytelling process. Your cuts from events in the "past" to his interview with her in the "future" really make this segment work. A very daring - and dare I say it - brilliant piece of writing.

And finally, Julian does exactly what I would expect her to, after reading so much of her in OHDH. You have represented her brilliantly here in BotM.

Huge detail in this sentence, like the Drill Sargeant removing his hat and bars to let the recruit take him on man to man.

I heaved a sigh of relief when Julian saluted her respect to Athlain at the end - WHEW !!! AWESOME WRITE !!!!!!!!!


Oh wait...GAAAAH! I hate to say this, but my big hope was that Athlain would be put in prison for the killing ... and then wake up in the Imperial Prison in ... TES IV !!!!! I was all excited picturing Athlain in Cyrodiil ... argh.

Very powerful last segment to Chapter 13.

Athlain was so very Athlain throughout. And Julian was completely true to the character that we know and love as well.

'I reached inside my cuirass and drew out the scarf Athynae had given to me at Sarethi Manor. It was stained and frayed and altogether lovely.'
And what a joy to read of Athynae's favor. It was bittersweet and altogether lovely.

So, Julian finishes her inquiry. Athlain finishes an important part of his story. Carnius finishes his plots against Raven Rock. And finishes his venture through that thing called 'Life.'

Powerful stuff, Trey. Athlain's final confrontation with Carnius reminds me of a good episode of Dexter, except without all the need to hide one's tracks on account of the fact that the killing was perfectly justified.

No, wait, my mistake. Carnius's final act reminds me of an episode of Justified, with Athlain standing in for either Givens or Gutterson. Definitely a justified killing.



[Brooklyn Accent]
So, the reportedly 'legitimate businessman' got what was comin' ta him. I take its he gots'd a closed casket?
[/Brooklyn Accent]

At the very least Carnius being gone is one less thing I have to worry about with you roaming all over that frozen wasteland!!!

And thank the Nine that Julian saw the importance of separating what was relevant and what wasn't....well I guess that's two less things to worry about...

Now, what are we going to do about all this betrothal business???? Athlain, I CANNOT marry the Duke!!!! What was mother thinking????

Athynae

Wonderful writing, spellbound as I always am by your imagery. You are on a good roll and I am overjoyed to see it....even if I had to threaten you to get it started...

And thus ends his time with the EEC I suspect. Carnius got what was coming to him, Athlain is cleared of wrongdoing (on that front at least), I had wondered if you might have him thrown out, and thought I had guessed right when you mentioned that there was still time to finish the last job before the beurocracy finished - but I was wrong. Makes me wonder what next...

I still imagine there is some more to do before going back to Vvardenfel again.


This was a powerful line in a powerful part, he goes home, but only to bury a friend, then it's back to Solstheim to bury an enemy. Although short it caught some of the weariness that seems to be building in him, I suspect he will be glad in many ways to leave the island, even if he does have friends there. He's matured further, no longer looking for adventure or fame, rather wanting to sit back. I suspect he will get on rather better with his father when he returns triumphant.

I had wondered when you would end julian's involvment, but I should have known - at the right moment. Having her for the EEC section worked very well and she became more than just a cameo (indeed one which welds together a great many of the stories here) but I did wonder if having someone ahead of the event might hurt the tension in the next part (if this goes as I suspect it will). It seems we won't.

I look forward to meeting those that give bloodmoon it's name, and even more to finding out how that bit goes.

Oh sweet child....I owe you so much, but remember, I always have your best in mind.

Serene


And Trey... as Tina Turner says "you're simply the best"

Yes, Mother he is the best!

Mother, I have always known that you want the best for me. There has never been any doubt about that.

@Thomas Kaira- I hoped the rather laconic “medical examiner’s report” would have more impact than a loving description of the actual fight. And there is no question Athlain was drawing on more than just his Legion training in killing his nemesis. Khuul is in the near future- and Indarys Manor will appear, but in a way that I hope is unexpected.

@SubRosa- I find myself stammering and stuttering at your kind words. The idea of having Julian appear to shape Athlain’s life- and my story- became essential almost as soon as I thought of it. And it is a tribute to haute’s ability to create such a vivid and wonderful character that I was able to maintain Julian’s nature.

@mALX- Thank you so much for highlighting one of the points that was also significant to me. Athlain maintains his judgment even under severe duress. As to prison- well- I think at least ONE of my characters may end up imprisoned in Cyrodiil sometime in the future….

@Acadian- Thank you my friend. That poor battered scarf will see yet more “action” in the chapter that follows. I have feeling Serene must have imbued it with spells of preservation… Also, the idea of that scarf goes quite some time back into my own past experience.

@Captain Hammer- The comparison to Raylan makes me VERY happy. And it was also pleasant beyond words to FINALLY kill off Carnius! He is one of those NPCs that you just kind of want to keep around in a saved game so you can kill him again and again…. Justified indeed.

@Athynae- I think the only way you will ever be able to “stop worrying” about Athlain will be to maintain close supervision on him. Of course, every time you have tried that- he has sent you away…. Perhaps that “judgment” I mentioned to mALX is one of those hit-or-miss things. Oh yes- Duke Dren… hmmm. And I do not mind the threats- they were for “my own good” after all.

@Olen- You often divine my intentions, even when I am deliberately deceptive- so I am glad I kept you guessing even a little. As to Vvardenfell- well, we shall see. You caught what was, to me, one of the most important lines. And your interpretation of it is, as usual, spot on. And I am glad to see that Julian’s appearance- and her exit- worked for you. And yes- there do seem to be hulking, furry shapes moving in the darkness ahead…

@minque- Thank you so much! And I hope to provide an opportunity for Serene to speak with her eldest child very soon.

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From The Rules of the Honorable Challenge: A Guide for Nobles (a portion):

A noble of lower rank MAY issue a challenge to a noble of higher rank, provided that certain conditions are met. First, it must be demonstrated that the challenger has suffered or will suffer harm to his livelihood, his own reputation, or the reputation of his House or clan. Second, the challenge must be delivered in person. It is dishonorable to attack or impede a challenger who is in the process of issuing a challenge. To ensure that such impediment is avoided, the challenger will display prominently on his person a black ribbon or pennon while proceeding to issue the challenge. The challenger will conduct no other business, beyond securing transportation or lodging, while bearing the black standard.

Once issued, a challenge MUST be answered, either by trial of arms OR by retraction or repudiation of the words or acts that precipitated the challenge. Only the challenger may make the determination that honor has been satisfied by such retraction or repudiation.


At Indarys Manor, on Vvardenfell:

Two women face one another. Both are beautiful, both have red hair. Green eyes look bemusedly at lavender eyes. Baria, the older woman, raises an inquiring eyebrow, inviting Athynae Sarethi to explain her request for “sanctuary.” As the mother of three, ah- she chooses her words carefully, even in her own mind- active and imaginative children- she has heard many startling pronouncements. But this is a first. When her young visitor does not elaborate, Baria decides to take the direct approach.

“Sanctuary? From what, dear?”

The younger woman raises her chin defiantly. “Aunt Baria, I… I don’t want to get married! Well, I mean, I do… someday. But not now. And not to… him!” Athynae shudders visibly at the thought, then rushes onward. “I mean, I can understand how some people might think it would be a good match, and I suppose he’s handsome enough, in his way… but, EWWW! I just can’t do it. So, I request sanctuary.”

She smiles brightly, as if everything should now be crystal clear.


A letter hidden at a shrine near Glenmoril (a portion):

Sisters, we have been given a task. The Hunter is stirring again, and our Lord wishes to disrupt his rival’s ritual. We must go to Solstheim and prepare ourselves. The Hunter’s creatures are abroad in the night, and a foretelling has come to me. One of the blood of the gods-slayer has drawn the Hunter’s eye. It is for us to twist the Hunter’s plan to suit our Lord’s desires. And we have been given leave to amuse ourselves with the gods-slayer’s child, as well.


On another day at Indarys Manor, Vvardenfell:

Serene took a moment to compose herself before she allowed the retainer to usher her inside Indarys Manor. The pause was uncharacteristic of her, and Darobar looked at her sympathetically. He knew that young Mistress Athynae had appeared two days ago, and that she had then had a private interview with Baria. Parenthood was never easy, especially not for the short-lived. But Serene was, in many ways, a mother to all of Redoran- a strong, nurturing presence to whom the entire House was devoted. So thinking, Darobar relaxed his normally impassive servant’s pose just enough to smile shyly as he murmured,

“A pleasure to see you again, Muthsera. I will inform the lady that you are here.”

Serene’s answering smile was genuine, even though it still betrayed some lurking tension. And Darobar also noticed that her hand reached to touch a worn and scratched journal that peeped from her traveling bag. Oddly, the touch again seemed almost- tentative. What was it about the book that could make the great lady so nervous?

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOT !!!!!!! PABOOOOOOOM !!!!!


[mALX's head just exploded in front of her PC]


The lastest chapter is mysterious and intriguing, especially regarding the Glenmoril witches and Hircine! GAAAAH! You have my attention, can't wait to find out what it all means !!!!


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Four Interludes -

- Rules of the honorable challenge was fascinating.

- How wonderful to see Athynae and Baria. And equally wonderful to see Athynae acting so, well, Athynae!

- Letter near Glenmoril - Nope. Not a clue what this is about. Must be witchcraft.

- Oooh! And an appearance by Serene! How neat is that?!?

I am sure we will see someone wearing a black armband soon. But who?

And certainly disturbing news in that letter. There is no doubt who the god-slayer's son is. Or the Hunter. But who are these Sister's working for? This does not bode well for Athlain. I fear that his trials on Solstheim have only just begun, rather than seen their fruition.

So, with each post I have gone back and read through again from where Athlain left Falco under his favorite tree. Athlain has been on such a journey, I find I want to stay with the story at one reading farther than a practical post length allows. Also longer than one cup of tea will stay hot, but it’s the time of year for cold tea anyway.

I failed to mention it before, but Julian’s presence has been a delight. What a relief that Athlain chose to unburden himself to her, fully aware of the possible consequences. Her parting salute is an image that will stay with me.

Garnas is a treasure, from when he first steps out of the crowd in the bar fight to Athlain’s most recent thought of him lying dead in Khuul. You have made us weep over a character who appears for part of one chapter. You see why we threaten you with rhymes and depilation!!

From the Interlude:
“I mean, I can understand how some people might think it would be a good match, and I suppose he’s handsome enough, in his way… but, EWWW! I just can’t do it. So, I request sanctuary.”

She smiles brightly, as if everything should now be crystal clear.

This is how she explains starting what I’m sure will be a storm of imp chips. I love this girl!

I'm with Grits in that I love this girl! The "Like, ewwww!" followed by a charmingly innocent smile made me chuckle at the vivid image it inspired.

I liked the first part about the challenge. Heh heh. For some reason I was thinking about Ivanhoe.

Then we have a scrap of a note that says just enough to catch my interest but not enough where I know what will happen next. Ooooh, cooool!

And an appearance by Serene! Yay! Even if it's not her own story (are you reading this minque?).

A very interesting snippet of information before the 14th chapter kicks off. Intriguing, but all in all making one ask more questions than it does answer. This has me really looking forward to what will happen next, as the time must soon come when Hircine enacts his Great Hunt.

The Blood Tide rises, and soon the icy island of Solstheim shall be bathed in His gruesome glory. And Athlain is irreversibly caught in the middle of it. I don't think things are going to go quite well when he eventually returns from his homeland venture.

Hmmm intriguing...


Sounds ominous, but who? That's the question.

It's nice to see Indarys manner again and keep up with what's happening there. So Athynae has started what Grits aptly describes as a imp chip storm, Baria is confused and then Serene visits... Frankly I think they'll manage to sort it out, but I could be wrong.

The letter is also intreguing. I know who the covern is (roughly), but I've no idea where Glenmoril is. Looks like they might get a bigger part which is something I look forward to. You certainly manage to lay hooks in these interludes.

And as for a character ending up in jail in Cyrodiil... well... looks like we have squirrel brain to clean of the ceiling.

Well, now isn't that just lovely? Is Mother here to take me home so she can pawn me off on the Duke of Dread, um I mean Dren? Or is she here for something else???? And I have Aunt Baria pretending she doesn't know why I asked for sanctuary. It may be time for me to take my leave again, soon!

I do love it Trey, inspiration.....well you know.

And all I can do is wait.

A

Psst... I think it all might be a misunderstanding. I think it is Athlain you are to be wedded to, and the letter went to the Duke because he is the senior civil authority, so he can make it legal. Consider this:



But I could be wrong...

Duke Dread huh..hilarious!

Thyna dear, don't you DARE to take off again....I can hear you darling, but you haven't the faintest clue what I really want!

Ohhh this is going to be ....well awesome!

Hautie! yessss I have read it all and let's put it this way, I'm working!!!!