I just hope at least Janus understands who's who, and who's just Malan impersonating Jak impersonating Fathis ... otherwise he'll rescue the wrong husband - Agronak maybe?

Maybe that's why Maxical has her blouse off. She wouldn't want to get confused with any of those guys!

I have a message from a dear friend of mine, Cliff. He says to please stop hanging him, he's starting to get rope-burn 'round his neck.

But you know what? I don't think you should listen to a word he says. If it means our entertainment, I'll tighten the noose myself!

I think Maxical secretly enjoyed her smoochies with Count Umbranox Hassildor. Considering how he was able to turn her on just by being near, I'm pretty sure that a small portion of herself (the one that harbors the secret burning passion that she can't ever fully repress), managed to break through.

Relief that they parted... but why? I am doubtful it was completely because Maxical hated the idea of kissing him, but rather she was going through a pretty big bout of indecision over those brief seconds, what with her love for Fathis and her desire for Gils. It is no secret in this tale that Hassildor's presence has a strong intoxicating effect on her. Sure, the part of her that she was letting Janus see blatantly hated the idea of kissing the man who had just tried to emotionally crush her, but such effects as Hassildor has on Maxical's hormones can never truly be buried, nor can emotions. This is especially true for Maxical, as her emotions are about as subtle as a hydrogen bomb.

A large part of me believes that Maxical did secretly enjoy that kiss, though she might never admit to it. Now we just need to wait until Hassildor makes clear what he saw in her mind over that time.

However, I am very sure Hassildor enjoyed that kiss.

I loved Maxical's visitation. Her childlike naivete and mischievousness was realistic, and it made me remember my childhood, and also to think of my little girl, who is almost three and gets into plenty of mischief!

When Alix came to speak to Maxical, after she thought they were going to send her back, it was very touching and it brought tears to my eyes.

And this line:



This line is beautiful and it speaks volumes. Because of that line, I will honestly look at how I react when my children misbehave, and try to be more understanding and less condescending. The last thing I want to do is break their spirits. I loved this whole chapter, but this first part was my favorite, and there is so much wisdom to be found there.

Great job! You deserve a

Chapter 3--Hilarious. When Maxical scared the pigeons and they pooed on the guards, I love the images that came to mind... and then when she leaped into Fathis Aren's arms and got him defending her, it was excellent. I like how you portrayed him, both as a womanizer and a sympathetic man. It gives him a realistic depth of character. And I also like how his presence made the big tough guards suddenly become wimpy little suck-ups....

@ Lady Syl - I love hearing these thoughts on the early chapters!! I have been going back and reading them again after your comments, lol. Thank you so much for your kind words !! Your support is very appreciated !!!

I raised my banshees ... er...boys that way. They were wilder than Cooter Brown as children - but grew up to be absolutely AWESOME adults.

I looked at it as kind of like riding a high spirited horse - the reins are there to guide them, if you yank on them too much you will harden their mouths and toughen them against your rule.

Thank you so much, Lady Syl !!

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@ Grits - Thank you so much Grits !! You picked some of my own fave lines to quote in those chapters. There seems to be an anti-chemistry going on between them that spontaneously combusts whenever their scenes are written, lol.

That last chapter was written without Janus trying to explain that Jak was speaking through him, and on the edit it fell flat, like something was missing. It seemed odd Janus would take the blame for Jak's words, but no matter how it was phrased...any apologies came out making Janus sound like a nut. I finally decided to write it out, and when I read it - loved it. I am so glad you liked it too !! Thank you again !!!

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@ Acadian - Thank you so much Acadian! To hear you say "Maxical at her Maxicalest" makes me feel good, because I know the chapters that I find "Buffy at her Buffiest" are the ones that I like best !! You ROCK !!

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@ Destri - Thank you so very much Destri !! You had me roaring laughing with this:



The only spell Janus has admitted using was one to make Fathis trust him - Maxical still has no idea Janus is behind Fathis staying away from her (or his sword not rising to the occasion when they were together).

Take into account that Maxical is only 17 years old, and has only been on her own a little over six months. She is inexperienced in relationships and love. Her attachment to Fathis till graduation was "hero worship" - followed by months of being technically dumped by him. Fathis's past history with women is the only basis she has to go on.

Her problem is not that she believes the worst of Fathis - but that she trusts and believes everything she is told without discernment as to who is doing the telling and what their motives might be.

Example: Gils manipulated Maxical by telling her Fathis didn't want a gauche girl - (obviously meaning herself) to get her to "gain experience" with him.

Example: Jak/Janus telling her Fathis was in a steamy affair during that time he knew she felt abandoned by Fathis.

Maxical has only been on her own a little over six months and has no inkling that anyone would use lies or manipulation for ulterior motives. The kind of judgement you are wanting her to show is a lesson one learns from being burned - you have to catch the lie to know you have been lied to.

In the few months she's been out on her own she has never caught anyone in lies and manipulation. She is still living in that childhood fantasy that everything can be taken at face value. She just needs time and experience to grow up, lol.

I'd say the day Maxical finds out Janus was behind all that trouble between her and Fathis, Janus better be glad he is immortal.

I am so glad you liked that last chapter!!! (whew, lol !!!) - Thank you so much Destri !!!

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@ King Coin - Thank you so much KC !!! If nothing else, Maxical is determined, lol. Janus more or less lost his life at age 18-19, and has been in a limbo of isolation since. Maxical is 17 and has been overly sheltered till the last 6 months or so - they are more or less in the same place experience-wise. (or should I say "clueless-wise, lol).

It'll be a few chapters before you find out what happened to Maxical, I have to catch the other factions up to the present - and I hope you enjoy Vicente's updates as much as I enjoyed writing them!!

Thanks again KC, You ROCK !!!

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@ Ghastley - ROFL !! Thank you so much for that, Ghastley !!! That should keep my head spinning for a while, lol.

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@ Master Chef TK - You are so right about Hassildor's presence having a strong intoxicating effect on her - it is actually caused by being exposed to the aura of the vampire. It's the same effect Jak and Vicente had on her in the lines at the ring promotion - but its power and strength is commiserate with that of the vampire's ancient lines - which is why Seridur's and Agronak's did not effect her. (they are from very lowly lines)

What Hassildor saw in her mind has strong implications as to how the ancient vampires (in my story) tick. I modeled my vampires off a mod I use (that is where the turning into birds and mind control comes from) - and a feral cat colony I tend. As for the patterns of their innate laws - I took them directly from a few of the utmost rural spots in the Appalacian region.

There are some rural spots in Appalacia that, (should you inadvertantly happen into them) you will find they have their own set of rules and laws they live by - they are a law unto themselves.

The hierarchy of a feral cat colony is so totally different than that of housecats - it is like they are almost a different species. They have a different way of seeing every action, a different reaction to every stimuli (when compared to the housecat).

I tried to simulate those differences and thinking in reference to ancient vampires in the story, and hope it comes across well to the reader.

Thank you so much TK !!!

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@ Lady Syl - I am so tickled you are liking the early chapters !!! Thank you again so much for your kind words and thoughts !!! (WOO HOO! That makes my day!!)

And here I thought Janus was just wearing Catnip-scented cologne.

Either that or he's one helluva toker.

ROFL !!! You are def on your game this week, I just nearly choked to death !!! Remeber you said this in a month or so when a certain chapter comes out while Maxical tackles the main questline, ROFL !!!

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Chapter 105: Faction Update: Agronak, Vicente, And The Vampire Hunters



******* Vicente and Agronak


Vicente’s eyes bulged under his cowl at the sight of Agronak. That loony Orc had to be gotten out of the Imperial City, Malan’s giants were safer!

“HEY YOU!” Agronak yelled when Vicente tried to duck behind a bush.

“Lord Agronak! Er…it’s not safe for you out here, shouldn’t you be hiding in the sewers…or your house?” Vicente swallowed hard.

“The sewers blew up, I was lucky to get out alive! Look…I’ve been burned again.”

“They’re coming after you, Lord Agronak. They have torches and will burn you to death. You had better flee for your own safety. Uriel‘s Law has been enacted, we are all goners if we don‘t get out of here. I‘m leaving here myself…”

“I’ll go with you then!” Agronak pouched his lower lips between the tusks and held out his blackened arms. “You need to heal me, I don’t have magic…”

“Me neither.” Vicente lied. “The Arena has a healer, don’t they? They have to heal you, since you‘re still the Grand Champion…right?“

“Yeah…YEAH! Don‘t leave till I get back.”










******* Vicente and the Vampire Hunters


As soon as Agronak turned the corner Vicente ran, cutting over to the Market District. His plan to hole up in the safety of his suite came to a smashing halt as his face slammed into the heavy door of the Merchants when he tried to burst in.

Vicente pounded on the door, yelling and waving his room key. After what seemed like an interminable wait he heard the bolt being slid across. He shoved the door open, barreling through and nearly knocking down the old man that had unlocked the door.

“What took so long, you idiot!” Vicente slid the bolt back across himself and stepped through the foyer into the main room.

“Vicente Valtieri! Some of those vampire hunters you wrote to were here looking for you…” Velus shouted across the span of the room from behind his counter as soon as he saw Vicente.

Numerous heads in the dining room turned from their plates, honing in on Vicente as he hurried forward to shush Velus.

“Keep your voice down! How could they be here looking for me, those letters were sent anonymously…and how could they find me at Merchants?” Vicente was stunned.

“Well I sealed the missives with our Merchant’s Inn stamp, of course. When the man said he was looking for the author of the letters I gave him your name and suite number.” Velus had a blank look on his face.

“Why would I sign them ‘anonymous’ if I wanted them to know who I was, or where I wrote from? Is this your idea of anonymity? I paid you for your silence, this is an outrage…“

“Well sir, a couple Septims was what you gave me, that is not what I consider hush-worthy.”

“Not worthy of your silence, when that is exactly what you took the Septims for? Tell me, what DO you consider it then?”

“To me that‘s a ‘tell what you know and point the finger‘ amount.”

“You certainly pocketed it quickly enough! I should demand it back for this! Then to flag me at the top of your lungs in front of your dinner crowd and state my business for all to hear…”

“Oh, I can explain that. Some gentleman told me you were hard of hearing and I would have to shout to capture your attention.”

“What gentleman?”






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Velus shrugged. “I didn’t get his name. But he had one of those letters you sent and asked a lot of questions about you. He tipped me real well, too. Now that’s a man what knows how to bribe. OH! While we’re on the subject…a woman was in here yesterday morning complaining that she saw you doing something perverted in the side alley of the Inn. Disgusting is what I say that kind of thing is, just disgusting. You got a room upstairs for that kind of thing. We don‘t want your type here unless you’re opening your purse for the privilege.”

Numerous heads turned in the dining room and began ogling Vicente; scowling, glaring, whispering and giggling behind their hands.

“Good gods, lower your voice, man! I don’t know what you’re talking about! Besides, I’ve already opened my purse, I have a suite upstairs!”

“Aye, you and yours paid for one. But that was before you took your business into the side alley. We charge extra for perverts…” Velus spoke loud enough that the dinner crowd in the restaurant could easily hear. They were staring, and had fallen into a hush so as not to miss a word.

“Stop shouting, I am not deaf!“ Vicente shouted, then lowered his voice. “I haven’t been in any side alley, this woman has made up these charges!”

“She said he wore a creepy dark cowl and cloak. Sound familiar now?”

Vicente scoured his brain for anything he had done in the side alley…he hadn’t even been in it that he could remember.

“I don’t care who she saw, it was not me! I saw others dressed exactly as I am at the Arena not two hours ago, it must have been one of them! You are accusing me of something I haven’t done!”

Velus pulled his shiny new sword down from the shelf behind his counter and began polishing it, glaring at Vicente.

“I’m not paying pervert fees to you when I have done nothing disgusting!” Vicente’s voice raised in anger.

Without the door even being pounded on first, the man that had opened it earlier suddenly hurried across to the door and slid the bolt.

Vicente glared after him, shouting. “Suddenly you can move now? Where were your legs when I was pounding? What kind of security is a locked door if you open it for everyone that wants in?” Vicente’s voice died away in a gasp.






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With a sickening lurch in his stomach Vicente watched as four filthy men swaggered into the Inn. He had no doubt who it was…Eridor and his gang of vampire hunters. The man that had opened the door slid the bolt back across and looked up at Vicente.

“Eh? What’d ye say young lad?”

“Here’s the man you were looking for!” Velus shouted, pointing at Vicente.

Eridor locked eyes on Vicente’s form like an owl that sees its prey. Vicente heard swords leaving their sheaths without seeing the men actually draw them.

“Hey, no violence in my Inn, you hear me?” Velus shouted. “What’s going on here?”

“What…what are you doing? I’m the one that sent you the letter, you idiots! STOP! I SENT FOR YOU!“ Vicente wailed, backing up till the counter in his back stopped him.

The sound of a battle cry split the still air of the Inn as the vampire hunters charged Vicente.

“GAAAAH!“ Vicente screamed and began darting through the restaurant, dodging tables and the shrieking customers who were surging up from them to escape the melee.

Vicente began overturning the tables as he passed, throwing them behind him to trip up Eridor and his men. The crash of shattering crystal stemware and fine china splintering could be heard above the shrieking patrons.

“MY RESTAURANT!” Velus bellowed, charging into the dining room with his sword drawn. He pointed it at Eridor. “OUT! ALL OF YOU! NOW!”

As if no one had heard him, Vicente shot by him and dumped a table as he passed. Hot on his heels came the vampire hunters, their swords waving wildly in the air.

“GAAAAH!” Velus scrambled out of the way. “I’m charging you for these damages Valtieri! OUT! NOW! And take your friends with you! GUARDS! My beautiful Inn…urg!”

Vicente leaped over a table and darted back, zig-zagging through where he had already come from. His feet skidded over half-eaten steaks and green beans, scrambling for momentum on the now slick floor.






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Two of Eridor’s gang were barreling toward Vicente. He tried to dodge them and his feet slid from beneath him, shooting him under one of the long white tablecloths. On his hands and knees Vicente scrambled on through, using the tablecloths as cover.

The two vampire hunters were moving too fast to stop quickly on the slippery floor. They skidded into a table with such force it popped into the air, flying away from them as they hurtled downward from the impact. Their momentum carried them under the next table, weapons first…piercing two women that were hiding underneath the table for safety.

“Shamar, you idiot! You let him get away and stabbed that woman!” Eridor shouted.

“It wasn’t me, it was Vontus!” The Redguard yelled as he tried to dislodge his sword from the shrieking woman.

Vontus slid his sword easily from the still form it had pierced. “Uh, Eridor…I think this one is dead.”

“You ninny, she is just in a swoon. Now go catch that vampire!”

“Vampire! Where?” Velus slid to a stop in the middle of the restaurant, then gawked at the sight of bleeding women. “GUARDS! ASSAULT! GUARDS!”

Vicente made it to the foyer and struggled with the bolt on the door. He glanced back and saw the door guard sitting at the bar sipping a glass of wine as if nothing was going on.

“He’s getting away!” Eridor shouted, leaping over the two bleeding women and charging toward Vicente. In his wake came a Nord carrying a huge hammer.

“HALT! GUARDS!” Velus bellowed. He stood between the door and the vampire hunters, his sword wavering from one to the other. “You’ll pay for your crimes here, all of you! You‘re not leaving till the guards get here!”

Eridor pushed past him, cornering Vicente at the door. He raised his battle ax into the air. “Taste my blade, you vile creature of the night!“

“I’m the one that wrote you, idiots! Ask the Publican if you don‘t believe me!”

“You think I can’t smell undead on you?” Eridor waved his axe in a figure eight.

“I had chitlins for breakfast, that always gives me gas…” Vicente tried to argue but it did no good.

“DIE VAMPIRE!” Eridor started his charge and now all four had him surrounded.


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LOL! One of the funniest episodes to date! (except Agronak's visit to the Courier, I'm not sure if that can be topped) Stabbing the women under the tables! Idiots! and where are the traditional Oblivion guards? I expected them to barrel in just because that's what they always do.

Great episode! Keep 'em coming!

Oh, damn, that's him out of the way.

Better luck next time Valtieri, and next time, you might want to be a bit more generous with the gold.

Verus was hilarious all the way through. He just doesn't seem to understand that once two sides start fighting one another it takes more than words to stop them. He might want to hire a new doorman, too.

“I had chitlins for breakfast, that always gives me gas…”

Nice try.

For anyone who needs to refresh their minds about the perverted incident in the side alley of the merchants: (Page 32, Chapter 75: Scenes At The Merchants - Section on Janus Hassildor) :

“Well I sealed the missives with our Merchant’s Inn stamp, of course. When the man said he was looking for the author of the letters I gave him your name and suite number.” Velus had a blank look on his face.
I loved this!

Velus shrugged. “I didn’t get his name. But he had one of those letters you sent and asked a lot of questions about you. He tipped me real well, too. Now that’s a man what knows how to bribe.
Now, this 'good tipper' sounds to me like an employee of one sly fox.

The introduction of green beans on the floor signaled the beginning of a truly slapstick segment. A food fight, slipping and sliding, impotent shouting by the innkeep, swords waving wildly under the tables. And one very cheap and frightened vampire in the center of it all!

Great fun to read, mALX!

[quote]Velus pulled his shiny new sword down from the shelf behind his counter and began polishing it, glaring at Vicente.

“I’m not paying pervert fees to you when I have done nothing disgusting!” Vicente’s voice raised in anger. [/quote]

[quote]Where were your legs when I was pounding?[/quote]

[quote]Their momentum carried them under the next table, weapons first…piercing two women that were hiding underneath the table for safety.

[quote]It wasn’t me, it was Vontus!” The Redguard yelled as he tried to dislodge his sword from the shrieking woman.

Vontus slid his sword easily from the still form it had pierced. “Uh, Eridor…I think this one is dead.”

“You ninny, she is just in a swoon. Now go catch that vampire!”[/quote]


OBITUARY: The Man known as DFoxy was found dead in front of a computer with the screen and keyboard sprayed liberally with saliva, an inbox full of sperm .... er er er spam .....and "A new Sun rises" blinking on the screen. Even in death his face was locked into an idiotic grin.

I do believe Vincent has learned a very valuable lesson, never tip poorly. It will always come back to bite you! Sorry I have been gone for awhile, haven't had a working computer for months. Acutally, to be truthful, I still don't. The one I am in the process of using belongs to my brother, so my posts will still be abit.... Scattered till I can find a solid solution, being a new computer. Until then, I shall continue to jump to the most available PC.

That all aside, loved the segment Malx!

OMG, undead-smelling chitlins! This whole chapter had me rolling!

But this:

He glanced back and saw the door guard sitting at the bar sipping a glass of wine as if nothing was going on.

The door guard steals the show!!! I could just imagine Vicente sliding over the floor with a steak under his foot like a skate!! Hilarious, mALX, I love it!!!

Mmmm, smells like dead stuff!

Velus and the doorman make this chapter sing! The part that Grits pointed out was my favorite also. The vampires of Cyrodiil have apparently grown complacent. There seems to be no accounting for inflation. What constituted a good tip back in the Second Era just doesn’t fly in the Third. Vicente is now the second vampire to see his world tumble due in no small part to the miserly handling of money. Malan impersonating Jak impersonating Fathis probably thinks that Vincente handled this wrong!

Chapter 4 review

Maxical’s letters home were a riot. She’s a typical mischievous kid, trying to get her letters to arrive before the ones from the professors and staff, and telling them to tear up and ignore the other letters.

“There is no proof I was involved.”

“I was forced to drop out of Archery class, please don’t tell Forester, it may bring up some bad memories.”

“Arch Mage Traven said he has begun praying to Akatosh for me to graduate.”
This was all so funny. Sounds like the Arcane university had their hands quite full with Maxical there!

“First off, I am not writing because I have gotten into trouble.”
Well, that’s a surprise! Lol And the questionnaire was priceless. I have to wonder, is there a hint of experience in these?

That whole chapter just made me laugh. Maxical is quite the comical character, and yet you still manage to keep her story very touching.

@ King Coin - Now that’s what I love to hear !! Never an Imperial Guard around when you need one, lol. They are tied up with Malan’s Giants, maybe, lol. Thank you so much KC !!!

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@ Chef TK - Thank you so much TK! I agree with you - but not sure if Velus is any more effective with his sword than he is with his words, lol.

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@ Acadian - Thank you so much Acadian !! Not Foxy’s man, but Jak/Malan‘s - but I‘m sure Foxy‘s would have had he been there, lol. I loved your summary of events !!! Thanks again, Acadian !!!

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@ Foxy - Now you’ve made my day !!! WOO HOO !!! I’m glad I could give you a laughing send off, and hope you are staying safe wherever you are AWOL from us. You ROCK !!! Thank you so much Foxy !!!

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@ Arcry - Thank you so much Arcry !!! It is always great to see your avatar whenever you can make it !!! Sorry to hear about your PC issues, hope you get that fixed before … SKYRIM !!!!!

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@ Grits - I was about to cut that last scene with the guard out to save on words … and just couldn’t. I pictured him (hard of hearing) and kind of off in his own little world with all that going on around him - and drinking whoever’s wine was left behind when the ruckus started - it had to stay, lol. I appreciate you Grits, thank you so much !!!!

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@ Zalphon - GAAAH! That’s right, you are doing a necromancing RP now !!! ROFL !!! Thank you so much Zalphon !!!

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@ Destri - Thank you so much Destri … and BWAAAHAAA !!! I love that vid !!!! That is hilarious, and apropos !!! Vicente got stuck in my head as a tightwad in the original version of this story … now I can’t get the image out, lol. Thanks again, Destri !!!

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@ Lady Syl - Thank you so very much Syl !!! I love your comments because they bring back Maxical’s early childhood years - and you may be right about the experience.

My older son (the one that has done 3 tours in Iraq and is now in Afghanistan) - not a day went by that I didn’t get a call or note from his school about his behavior. By the time my youngest came along I was experienced in cutting them off at the knees before their griping started with the mention of wanting a meeting with the Superintendent of Schools. Thank you so much !!!!



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The following chapter refers to a letter Vicente sent to the vampire hunters. For anyone that would like to refresh their memories here is the previous mention of that letter:


(Reference Letter from Vicente to Vampire Hunters, Chapter 98, Page 47)

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Chapter 106: Faction Update: Vicente & The Vampire Hunters (cont.)




******* Vicente, The Vampire Hunters, Seridur, and The Order Of The Virtuous Blood



“BAM! BAM! BAM!”

Vicente saw his opportunity and immediately cast chameleon. He ducked down, quickly sliding between the legs of the big Nord next to Eridor and creeping toward the stairs.

“Where is he? He was here a minute ago!” Vontus stabbed his sword into the air where Vicente had been standing.

“Open up in the name of the Emperor!“

“The Legion!” Eridor hissed.

“I ain’t goin’ to no jail, Eridor! I swear I didn’t hurt that woman!” Shamar yelled, wiping the blood off his blade on the drape nearest him. He shoved past Velus the Publican and darted up the steps.

“STOP! Murderer!” Velus shouted, waving his blade at the fleeing man.

Vontus was backing away from the door. “Jail! No! I won’t go, Eridor! With my face I’ll never make it! Remember the trouble we had in that men’s bunkhouse in Chorrol?”

“Eduard Hodge?“

“He stalked me! My looks are a curse! You three have no idea how lucky you are to be ugly…“ Vontus tossed his blade to the Nord, who caught it deftly. “You always wanted my blade, Carsten…it’s yours.”

“You mean it Vontus?” Carsten held the blade up and admired it in spite of the fresh blood on it.

Vontus didn’t answer, instead he turned and fled up the stairs behind Shamar. Both of them plowed into and fell over the invisible Vicente at the juncture of stairs that led to the rooftop.

Shamar tumbled back down the steps, but Vontus clutched the handrail and pulled himself back on his feet, stepping on Vicente’s invisible form as he scurried up the remaining stairs. Velus hurried to the door and threw the bolt back.

“GUARDS! These men are murderers! One of them is escaping to the roof!”

“HALT RIGHT THERE, CRIMINAL SCUM!” One guard shouted. His eyes fell on Carsten and he growled, “That one is still holding the bloody blade!”

Carsten glanced around as if looking for who they spoke of, then looked down at the blade in his hand just as a drop of blood dripped from it and landed on his shoe.

“We’re vampire hunters, unhand us!” Eridor shouted.

“What vampire?” The guard demanded.

“…He was here a minute ago…” Eridor glanced around.

Vicente didn’t wait to hear more. Not bothering to move quietly, he shot up the stairs to the rooftop behind Vontus.






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Vicente scrambled through the open trap door onto the roof just before Vontus spun around and heaved it shut behind him. They were not alone. An ancient Altmer vampire from a very lowly line was walking toward them, flanked by two Dunmer and an Argonian.

“Halt! We are the Order of the Virtuous Blood, prove you are not a vampire.” One of the Dunmer grabbed Vontus.

Vicente was about to flee, but paused in shock. That was one of the vampire groups he had sent a letter to, what was a vampire doing with them? Instinct told him it was Seridur…whom Vicente had named in the letter.

Vicente backed away without a sound, but Seridur was tracking his movements.

“Take this pretty lad to my house and lock him in the basement for…interrogation.” Seridur ordered, pointing at Vontus.

The Argonian and one of the Dunmer grabbed Vontus by the arms and began dragging him toward the iron steps of the fire escape as he struggled and shouted for help. The other Dunmer and Seridur broke away and took chase after the still invisible Vicente.

“GAAAAH!“ Vicente tried to leap across to the next building but his timing was off, his midsection was nearly impaled on the eave. The clay tiles were burning hot, searing his fingers as he scrambled and clutched at them trying to keep from falling off the roof. A tile snapped in his hand sending him sliding down to the edge.

At the last second his hand caught in the rain gutter. He gripped it tightly, swaying with even slight movements as he dangled high above the cobble street. The soft metal of the gutter began warping from the weight of his body and making a metallic groaning sound…it wouldn‘t hold him long.

Vicente made a lunge toward the downspout, one hand over the other gripping the bending metal of the gutter. Before he could reach it he heard a loud creak and groan, then felt a shudder as the rusty bolts holding the rain gutter pulled from the rotted wood of the eave. With another loud groan the gutter gave, plummeting him down toward the street below.

Vicente was dropping rapidly, still clutching the now twisting gutter as it pulled one bolt after the next free. Sharp creases of metal sliced at his hands as he struggled for a firmer handhold. Finally one bolt lodged sturdily in a beam stopped the rapid descent with a jerk, nearly dislodging Vicente and slamming him against the side of the building at the downspout.

It was still too steep a drop to let go. Mustering his nerve Vicente released one hand, grabbing the downspout and pulling the dangling gutter against it tightly. He began sliding slowly down till he felt it shudder and begin pulling from the wall.

With a yowl of pain Vicente slid the rest of the way down quickly, the protruding spikes and connectors tearing at his pants and the skin beneath it. When he was near enough the ground he dropped, pushing away from the spout to land lithely on his feet. Before he could heal himself Seridur and that Dunmer were in the alley chasing him.

Vicente shimmied up the city wall to the parapet and then ran, leaping over to a rooftop. Seridur stayed right behind him like a persistent gnat. With running starts he managed to leap the couple roofs till he was on top of the Merchants again. He leaned over the eave and dropped down.








******* Vicente, Seridur, and the Order of the Virtuous Blood




Seridur landed on the balcony right behind Vicente. “You are in our territory without permission, Vicente. State your business, and explain why you named me in a correspondence to my hunters.” Seridur’s tone was arrogant and demanding. It might have been mistaken for mocking had Vicente not already sensed the man‘s fear of him.

“I am here for only two women. One is an old lover, obviously no virgin. The other is intact, the white Khajiit. You have a city full, why quibble over one?” Vicente haggled, watching Seridur’s movements carefully.

“Imbel and I share our take with each other, and he is already in negotiations for her with the Immortal. Besides, we’ve endured her odor far too long. The Khajiit is ours, choose another.“

“I can’t, I‘m weakened from feeding on her and can‘t use my spells to get another right now…“ Vicente ground to a halt, seeing Seridur’s sudden expression of over-confidence.

In one swift movement Vicente grabbed Seridur’s casting hand in a crushing grip and pushed his chest hard against Seridur, pinning him tightly against the wall. He leaned his face so closely into Seridur’s that his own breath wafted Vicente’s hair as it reflected back to him.

“I may not have use of my vampire powers in this condition, but you should know I am an extraordinary mage with or without them and strong enough to snap you like a twig. Don‘t get any ideas unless you wish to taste my fire firsthand. Do we have an understanding?”

Seridur’s lips trembled uncontrollably around his slackened gaping mouth, his breath coming in ragged pants. His already overlarge eyes bulged in their sockets, and the perfectly coifed hair now stuck out in spikes angling in several different directions from his head. He nodded without speaking.

Seridur’s eyes suddenly darted down toward the alley with a relieved expression. Vicente tightened his hold on him and glanced down to where he had seen Seridur looking. The Dunmer minion was running up and down the alleyways between buildings, staring up at the rooftops.

In one hard, quick movement Vicente jerked Seridur to him and spun so the man’s back was pressed tightly against Vicente’s chest. Vicente’s arms were like steel bands around him, binding Seridur’s from movement.

“Let go, Vicente! I‘ll see you burn for this…” Seridur spoke loudly as if trying to draw his minion’s attention.

“You dare not, Seerrriiduurrr.” Vicente spoke into his ear, drawling out Seridur’s name sarcastically. “You are out of your league.”






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The Dunmer had spotted them now, he appeared to be looking for a way onto the balcony. Vicente carried Seridur to the balcony rail so his minion could see him, then leaned his face close to Seridur’s again and spoke quietly into his ear…the tone of his voice laden with threat.

“Call off your henchman, Seridur. Don’t even think of giving the wrong command, I’ll dispatch you before the order leaves your lips.”

Seridur‘s voice was trembling and shaky. He called weakly to the Dunmer. “Cylben…go home. Go home and wait for me there.”

“Why isn’t he leaving?” Vicente hissed with suspicion, “I‘ll snap you in two if you’ve given him a code.”

“He…he’s my bodyguard. He won’t leave me if I‘m in trouble, even if given an order to.” Seridur’s voice was pleading.

“I won’t release you till he’s gone. Command your man to go and we’ll talk.” Vicente’s voice was firm, but without threat this time.

“Cylben, I gave you an order, now go!” Seridur spoke firmly. The Dunmer hesitated, then walked slowly toward the south exit of the district.

Vicente released Seridur, noting that the man’s legs were trembling and a wet stain darkened the front of his pants. Ignoring this, Vicente continued negotiating in a businesslike tone.

“I’ve already prepared the Khajiit as my slave. She‘ll do my bidding without spells, just off my aura. I’d have to starve myself to build my powers back up in order to use spells again, and there is no time for that. I’d like to leave here tomorrow, to do that it must be her.”

Seridur seemed to be trying to collect himself. He leaned one shoulder against the wall in an assumed casual stance, crossing one still-shaking leg over the other…although that was most likely done to hide the wet stain, Vicente thought as he watched the man speak.

In an obvious attempt at regaining his arrogant tone, Seridur spoke. “I don’t make slaves, so have no need of the spells…only the blood. I take it at will.”

Seridur glanced up as he said the last words, catching Vicente’s eye and holding it. In that moment a blinding realization suddenly struck Vicente. The bodyguard’s devotion, he could only be a slave…a male slave. Vicente stared directly into Seridur’s eyes, waiting for a flinch that never came.

“That isn’t true, Seridur…is it.“ It was not a question. Vicente continued. “You have made at least one slave. Your preferences are no business of mine…except that this concerns the Khajiit. She will die at your hands. She would make a much better slave than corpse. If you just take at will and drink them to their death anyway, why would it matter to you whom it is? Find another, let me have the Khajiit.”

Seridur startled visibly. “I don’t know what you mean…”

Vicente gave an unpleasant laugh. “But you do. It seems I hold your secrets in my hands, Seridur…or would you prefer I end your life? I leave the choice to you. Do we deal on the Khajiit then?”


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“HALT RIGHT THERE, CRIMINAL SCUM!” One guard shouted.

That line brings a huge grin, I love it! The image of Carsten holding the bloody sword and looking around for the criminal the guard was talking about had me rolling!

You painted a picture with words so vividly that I could see Vicente’s escape up the stairs, down the spout, up the wall, over the rooftops, and back to the Merchants Inn balcony like I was watching a movie.

Then the confrontation between Vicente and Seridur was very tense, even though Seridur’s casual pee-stained pose against the wall cracked me up again. The vampires cutting a deal over Maxical’s fate is chilling. I’m on the edge of my seat!

Vampire deals over Maxical?!

I really liked it when the guards finally show up and start arresting everyone! lol! Vicente is a slippery SOB.

Quite the rooftop chase scene!

Oh, and what a neat vampiric pecking order you have going on. Vincent ain't that high, but he trumps Seridur. Order of the Virtuous Blood Pee-stained Trousers.

…the tone of his voice laden with threat.
This was a really effective phrase!

Negotiating over Maxical? Obviously, these two pointy-toothed knuckleheads have never tried herding cats!

Chapter 5 review

Aww, Maxical had a crush on Fathis. Cute!

The blue show is a Rite of Passage for a female Khajiit, it means we have reached our sexual maturity and is even more telling than the swelling of breasts. It is a point of pride, and is usually highly celebrated. I was the only Khajiit at the Arcane, so mine went unnoticed, even when I spiked my bangs so people would see it.—lol. Poor Maxical, not having anyone to celebrate her passage into womanhood. I am glad you explained this, too, because I knew nothing about it…

I mastered in all the magic disciplines except Restoration. That is to say, I could cast the highest level spells. It looks good on paper, but I still couldn’t aim, so they were pretty much wasted on me. I still fried my friends every time I cast, even in the practice room where you aim at a stationary board. Somehow the fireball would curve around and hit a student in the room every time, sending them to Arch Mage Traven for healing. It got so when I walked in to practice the place would empty out.

During the field trials where students were chosen for teams, I was always the last one standing waiting to be chosen. Whoever was stuck with me would always throw a fit. I have some experience here, so I can definitely empathize with Maxical…

Delphine said I was a trick shooter because I would aim in front of me and hit someone standing behind me. I definitely have aiming issues. again… Actually, there were a lot of lines that were funny. I like the comic relief you add to all of Maxical’s episodes. It is very enjoyable!

How nice that Fathis gave her that armor. And from the Shivering Isles! I must admit, that makes me happy. But then when she was attacked and the armor was stolen, that made me sad….

An excellent write, as always! Loved it!

More despicable despicableness from Vicente. Enslaving Maxical to his will? Too bad he managed to escape, thanks to those interfering idiots also known as the Imperial Legion... or maybe it was just because those vampire hunters were just a bunch of bumbling fools?

I do hope Maxical introduces him to her friend Cat-Scratch Fever some time soon.

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@ Grits - Thank you so much for those kind words Grits !!! You could not have paid me a higher compliment, and that is so appreciated; as are you !!! Thank you again !!!

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@ King Coin - Thank you so much King Coin !!!! Vicente is downright oily, lol.

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@ Acadian - Herding cats, ROFL !!! Thank you so much Acadian, your version of the pecking order had me in stitches !!!

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@ Lady Syl - When I made my Khajiit albino in the Facegen creator at the beginning of the game - no matter how hard I tried I could not get rid of the blue patch on her forehead, lol. So I decided to give it a purpose. I had an Aviary at the time, and the male birds' bridge of their nose would turn a bright blue when they were sexually mature - so I thought it would make a great reason if the same thing occurred with female Khajiit, lol.

I also was the last picked for softball, basketball, etc. So I absolutely know that feeling, lol.

Thank you so very much Lady Syl !!!!

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@ Chef TK - Cat Scratch Fever, ROFL !!! That was great, you had me rolling with that !!! Thank you so much Chef TK !!!!


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Chapter 107: Faction Update: Vicente & Seridur (cont.)



******* Vicente


“You think to threaten me? Gee, and I was just beginning to like you.” Seridur’s voice was both scornful and sarcastic. His eyes flickered under Vicente’s steady gaze though, proving his bravado false…he did fear Vicente may carry out his threat to ruin him.

“I don’t require you like me, Seridur; you’re not my type.” As Vicente continued the tendrils of fear in Seridur’s eyes gave way to panic and a complete cessation of the will to keep bluffing Vicente.

“You have enjoyed quite a high position in this city, been well respected…held power with the Legion. They’ve taken your word for all these so-called vampires you and your hunters have named. Imagine their reaction if they knew you had used them to murder innocents solely because they stood in your own path…not to mention the secret of your nature. While I live in the protection and seclusion of the Dark Brotherhood in a place even the Legion dare not go…you live right here amongst them, in such easy access for retribution from family who have lost a loved one simply because you wanted them silenced or out of your path. Tell me, Seridur…would you rather I kill you than make public your secrets?”

Seridur’s hauteur and composure crumbled completely, Vicente half expected to see another puddle form under him.

“Don’t…please don‘t, Vicente. My life…I do hold a very high position in society here, one of great power. You must know that already…have heard. Without it my life may as well be forfeit.”

“Then I suggest you deal with me on the Khajiit.“ Vicente’s eyes never wavered from Seridur’s.

“I can’t, you don’t understand! It’s not that simple, Vicente. I’ll gladly relinquish my stake on her to you, but Imbel won‘t…it has something to do with the Immortal, it‘s all he’s talked about for months now.” Seridur blurted, then pleaded. “I’m telling you the truth Vicente, you have to believe me. I could try to coerce Imbel into dropping his claim on her, but…”

“You, able to coerce Imbel? Don’t try to play me, Seridur. Who are you trying to kid?” Vicente scoffed.

“I’ll have you know Imbel lives in fear of me and my vampire hunters.” The return of Seridur’s arrogant tone and bowed chest verified to Vicente that he believed what he said.






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Vicente shook his head, floored by Seridur‘s naivety. “You have to be really dumb to believe that, Seridur. He’s conned you! Doesn‘t your vampire sense tell you he’s from a much more powerful line than yours?”

Seridur’s expression went from rage to stunned in a blink; his face flushed with color then went so pale Vicente wondered if he might pass out. He clasped Seridur’s shoulder as the man visibly struggled for composure.

Vicente spoke bracingly, trying to pull Seridur from his state of shock. “Come, Seridur…you had to know that he was very powerful. Your nature would automatically warn you of that for its own protection. I don’t know what line he is from, but it dwarfs mine just like the Immortal‘s does. And I‘m sure you know my line is well above your own.”

Seridur nodded, leaning weakly against the wall with a dazed expression. “I have felt that warning since Imbel first met me again here in the Imperial City. But…we are from the same line, Vicente. I know who his maker was.”

Vicente nearly gaped at him. He clasped Seridur by both shoulders and shook him just slightly. “Seridur, look at me; look in my eyes. You and he are not at all from the same line, how can you even think that?”

Seridur had obeyed, his eyes showing blatant confusion. Vicente watched his face as he answered to verify he was not lying.

“I didn’t know Imbel at all back then; but he was there…robbing people. Springheel Jack he was called then, a thief. When the vampire clan attacked, he was made just like I was. They took us together to their cave, both of us stayed with the vampire clan for a year. I swear Vicente, he was no more powerful than me then. That was well over 300 years ago. We didn’t see each other again till we met up here in the Imperial City about a hundred years later. He didn’t even remember me, I had to remind him. But…how could he have gained a more powerful line?”

Vicente continued to grasp Seridur‘s shoulders. The man was being truthful, it could only mean one thing.

“It has to be Illusion. Someone very powerful is impersonating Imbel. Take my word for it Seridur, he is of the same line as the Immortal.”

Seridur‘s face went ashen. “But…why? What could it mean, Vicente? Who would want to impersonate a thief?”

“I don’t know, Seridur. He‘s a wily one, though…and an Earl now, not a thief. I’ll need time to think about this. Seridur, listen to me. You should always follow your nature’s instinct. It will always protect itself…and you. Are you going to be all right now?” Vicente gave Seridur’s shoulders a shake before releasing them.






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Seridur gave a brief nod. “I wish I’d had a mentor like you when I was made. No one told me how things worked, not like you just did. When I met Imbel again here, my vampire senses did warn me. But I had seen him made with my own eyes, so I ignored them.”

Vicente shrugged. “I never had a mentor either, lived hidden in the forests. After so long you become like the animals, living off your wits and the instinct that keeps you alive. You learn quickly or you don’t survive.”

Seridur pounded his chest twice with his fist. “I swear my share in the Khajiit to you, Vicente. But you still have to deal with Imbel and the Immortal.”

“This isn’t the Immortal’s territory, why negotiate with him?”

“Why do you think? We fear his power. Imbel said the Immortal left his lair specifically for the Khajiit, has some notion about her being the Immortal’s chosen.” Seridur leaned over and spat to show his contempt for the idea.

“His chosen! Why is he negotiating with Imbel over her then?”

“It seems the young chub is unhappy with the fur. He prefers a human spouse.” Seridur bumped his finger under his nose as if lifting his face with it.

“That picky, huh? Never heard of quibbling over a chosen. That means he may not take her back away from Malan.” Vicente mused aloud.

“Malan has her? Good gods, he’s out of everyone’s league except the Immortal’s. Malan made the Immortal.”

Vicente’s eyebrows snapped together at that. “He’s Malan’s ‘One‘ that’s supposed to create armies of immortals?”

Seridur nodded, abstractedly running one hand lightly over the muscle in Vicente’s arm as if straightening the fabric. He removed his hand quickly when Vicente shot him a piercing look.

“Don’t make me break your fingers, Seridur. Your preferences are not the same as mine…but that doesn’t mean we can’t work together.” Vicente’s voice held no malice, in spite of his glare and threats.






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Seridur took the warning without upset. “Sorry. Odd, you…guessing that. Imbel has no clue after hundreds of years knowing me.”

Vicente rolled his eyes. “I’d add gullible idiot to your list of secrets if I wasn’t sure everyone already knew that.“

Seridur’s face puckered up in humiliation. Vicente let his breath out slowly before continuing.

“Look Seridur, you may think I’m blunt and harsh, but I’m trying to wake you up about Imbel. I’ve known you less than an hour. Believe me, if he hasn’t confronted you then he‘s holding the knowledge to use as leverage at some future date. You don’t realize the danger you are in, and I’m trying to help you here. You can’t counter an enemy if you don’t know him for one. Imbel must have a use for you or he would have put you down a long time ago. Now if we’re going to work together you’d better get used to plain speaking.”

Seridur busied himself with an imaginary lint on his sleeve while answering, not raising his head as he spoke. “I don’t know how I could help you, Vicente. I’m no match for the Immortal or Malan. You said Malan has her now?”

“His army had her when I left the Arena, but I can still hear her blood sing and smell her. They’ve left her intact and not killed her for some reason that I can’t fathom. Neither of us can take them…not by force anyway. We need to put our heads together and come up with a plan.”

“Why all this trouble for her? Your powers will return, there will be others. Imbel and I farm, and have a never ending supply. I have no Khajiit, but if you don’t mind humans I‘ll make a gift of my closest girl. She only lacks a year of being ripe.”

Vicente smiled inwardly at the dawning admiration in Seridur‘s eyes and desire to please reflecting in his voice. Submitting to the superior authority. The vampire nature was not much different from the wild beasts of the forests he had lived amongst. Seridur was offering food to one he considered his alpha.

It was refreshing to be shown honor amongst his own kind, especially after years of living under Ocheeva’s smothering authority at the Dark Brotherhood sanctuary. At his age, having been a member at least a hundred years before her birth…it was palling to be led by the nose and made to feel like an errant schoolboy for every movement she didn’t approve first.

It also didn’t escape Vicente that Seridur had voluntarily revealed yet another of his secrets. That showed an even higher respect and trust.

“Being Khajiit matters not, it is this particular one. You should understand this, since I’m sure it’s why you chose a Dunmer as your slave. The Khajiit has the mysteries…and the virgin blood at the same time.”

Seridur’s eyes widened and he nodded slowly. “I see. For someone of your…preferences…it is the perfect solution…” Seridur let the words linger in the air before continuing.






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“I’m going back to my cave and wait this war out, between the Orc and Malan’s army this city has become too dangerous for me. You are more than welcome to join me anytime you wish. It’s the old Memorial Cave on the southeast bank across from the City Isle. My quarters in it are comfortably furnished and the cave is well guarded.” His tone sounded hopeful.

“I may drop in if I need a bed for the daytime hours, but not for what you have in mind. Does the offer still stand?”

Seridur flushed and gave a brief smile. “Absolutely.”

“Then I’ll accept your offer. You may be interested to know I sent the Orc to the Arena hoping the sheer numbers of Malan’s forces may actually be able to bring him down.“ Vicente spoke as if his mind were distracted, but Seridur‘s answer caught his attention back to the conversation.

“I don’t know whether the Immortal was an idiot or a genius to bring him as a decoy. The Orc’s insanity makes him nearly indestructible, even Imbel fears him. I doubt even the Immortal could survive an attack from him, one can‘t exist in pieces after all.” Seridur’s face had taken on a calculating expression.

“Let the Orc kill the Immortal and Malan; then the army finishes the Orc off?” Vicente’s eyes lit up with interest.

“You read my mind, how astute of you. Eliminate all the major powers, leaving an army without a leader.”

“Then you’ll see the side of Imbel he’s been hiding behind that meek front…best be prepared for it, Seridur. This may be our only chance to get rid of them, though. I have no desire for the army, you and Imbel can hash that out between you if you let him live. I just want to leave here with the two women and I’ll be out of your hair for good.”

“You know who it is then?“ Seridur’s eyes were opened overly wide.

Vicente turned, watching Seridur’s face as he responded. “Can you handle knowing?”

At Seridur’s nod, Vicente finished. “Imbel is Malan.”

Seridur turned away before speaking, obviously fighting to keep his composure. “You were right…I’ve been in danger and didn’t know it.”

Vicente gripped his shoulder and turned him back around. “The unknown enemy is the one you need fear, Seridur. With this knowledge you can plot your survival.“


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What neat interaction between Vincente and Seridur! They sort out what is going on and even consider a delicious plan to turn things in their favor using the orc. Betrayal, plotting and counter plotting/betrayal. What a web you have here! I will tell you that I feel quite oriented to what is going on, and look forward to what happens next!

Nice background on Vincent, Seridur and Jak. It was fun to hear how Vincent resents Ocheeva.

“I swear my share in the Khajiit to you, Vicente.
Argh! She ain't your's to give out!

Seridur busied himself with an imaginary lint on his sleeve while answering, not raising his head as he spoke.
What a delightful phrasing here!

Holy crap you posted this yesterday and I didn't notice!

Vicente is a totally different vampire, hard to imagine him as the whiny penny pincher in the last chapter.

Great write!

Vicente gripped his shoulder and turned him back around. “The unknown enemy is the one you need fear, Seridur. With this knowledge you can plot your survival.“

Those words are true both in story and in life. I really like that.

It was fun to see the pieces moving into place in Seridur’s mind! And some insight into what it’s been like for Vicente, what’s behind some of his Septim-pinching ways. I love the way Seridur showed his changing attitude with his gestures, and Vicente comparing him to a wild animal submitting to a dominant animal. The last line is my favorite! !

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@ Acadian - Thank you so very much Acadian !!! I am so tickled that you are keeping up with the plots, right now it is hectic as it comes to a close - it is hard to keep everyone of the characters updated, lol. Thanks again, Acadian - You ROCK !!!

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@ King Coin - Thank you so much King Coin !!! Vicente's change is due to being with a vampire that is lesser than him and he does not fear.

I liked how Vicente came out in this. He may be out of his element surrounded by bossy women and picked on all the time, but let him find someone weaker - even though his original action was to be the bully, his easier going nature brought another side of him out: the man/the mentor.

Seridur could bring out the best in Vicente because it is the first time Vicente has been confronted with someone that needs his guidence and looks up to him with trust and respect (and not because he needs something from Vicente). Seridur put him in the Alpha role, and it brought the man out in Vicente.

Thanks again, KC. I appreciate you a lot !!!

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@ Zalphon - Thank you so very much Zalphon !!! You are right 100%, it does apply. I appreciate you catching that !!!

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@ Grits - Thank you so much Grits !!! Vicente has pretty much never lost his wild ways from all those years being hunted in the forests, at least judging by his actions in the sanctuary, lol.

Seridur is one I have never liked in game, but when I gave him a bit part in the story he more or less stole the scene with Vicente and then took over the keyboard with his gestures. I was deliberately writing him only slightly flamboyant, and was really not sure how Vicente should respond so I just kind of sat back and let the scenes with those two fall naturally without really thinking about it. When I read it back afterwords I liked the effect Seridur had on Vicente, so kept it as written. I am really glad it came across okay !!! Thanks again, Grits !!!

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Chapter 108: Faction Update: Vicente & Seridur (cont.)




******* Seridur


Vicente motioned Seridur to silence, his body tense and alert. There was the faintest swooshing, the sound of pants brushing against themselves. A light crunch followed, the stealthy step of one trying for silence when their boot met the gravel of the alley.

Before Seridur could react, Vicente had cast chameleon over both of them and grabbed Seridur’s arm, dragging him to the opposite side of the building.

“That’s that blasted vampire hunter Eridor! The Legion must have let them go!” Vicente hissed.

“They’re letting everyone go right now, just logging their crimes and forcing them in the streets to fight Malan‘s Army.” Seridur sniffed the air before adding, “Let’s get out of here. Eridor and his men are real hunters, and your scent is very powerful.”

“I can’t leave without my things from the suite, I have no spare clothing with me and these pants were ruined in the fall from the roof.”

“They‘ll be watching your suite using ‘detect life’ spells, Vicente. I know how those hunters work. They’ll expect you to return for your items. Did you leave behind anything that you can’t replace?”

“Yes! My clothing, armor and weapons. We weren’t allowed to go armed when I left the suite.”

“It’d be better to replace them than risk your life, unless they’re somehow unique.” Vicente stopped in his tracks, pulling Seridur to a halt by the hand still gripping his arm.

“I refuse to buy replacements when I am but yards from them. They surely won’t waste manpower watching one room continuously.”

Vicente was obviously tight with his Septims. Seridur smiled under cover of the chameleon spell. It was a relief to find a weakness in one so magnificent; brought closer the idea that a friendship could develop. He would not taunt his imagination in hoping for more than that. There was no doubt Vicente’s preferences lay elsewhere.

Still, that stubborn clinging to a few paltry possessions touched something inside Seridur. A vision played through his mind of Vicente as he deserved to be, mounted on a steed as worthy as the man himself.

A partner would have whined and begged for extravagant gifts, and many times he had reluctantly given the funds just to quiet them. Vicente only wanted what he owned, and not lose it…something about that inspired in Seridur a powerful urge to lavish upon Vicente whatever the man would accept from him.

That thought persisted, what would he accept? The answer came with stunning clarity; a home of his own. No ordinary home for this man, though. A mansion…no, a castle. He needed to be Lord of his own castle, to never again take orders from anyone, especially not from one so far beneath him as he had been enduring at the sanctuary.






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It was perfect, something that would change Vicente’s life…just as meeting him had changed something deep inside Seridur. How odd life was. Centuries spent hiding from and avoiding Vicente whenever he strayed outside his Sanctuary in Cheydinhal because Seridur was terrified of meeting a vampire with such greater power than his own line.

Imbel had mocked him for that…or rather Malan had, all that time knowing his own power was so much greater than Vicente‘s. No doubt Malan would kill him once he had no more use of him, that is the act of an enemy…and only an enemy would have silently mocked his naivety rather than teach him to survive. Vicente taught him more in one hour than he had learned in centuries from Imbel.

What he felt for Vicente…it went well beyond the pettiness of desire, beyond even admiration and respect. Trust. Vicente would not harm or betray him, he would stake his life on that.

Vicente proved his fairness in not killing him earlier when he easily could have. Instead he used only the force needed to control the situation by crushing his casting hand. Seridur suffered no further injury other than a good fright in that mauling. His hand may be swollen and extremely painful, but he was alive to feel it.

There was no doubt Vicente was strong enough to have killed him bare-handed had he chosen to. In truth Seridur was almost a foot taller than Vicente and weighed nearly two stone more, yet the man carried him with ease; tossing him about like a ragdoll at will.

Trust…that was something Seridur had never given before. Vicente earned it within one hour of knowing him. The words used may have hurt and embarrassed, but Vicente spoke them in the care and mentoring of one lesser than himself.

When danger struck, Vicente remembered Seridur couldn’t cast with a crushed hand and cast chameleon over them both. Even now he was dragging Seridur to safety rather than fleeing for his own protection. Seridur had no doubt Vicente would heal his hand for him when they reached safety. His actions in both these things proved his character noble, regardless of whether his birth was.

Seridur may never need protection again in his lifetime, but he did then and Vicente gave it instantly and without question. It brought to mind stories he’d heard of men in battle developing deep and profound bonds because they depended on the other to protect their back…a stronger trust than any other.

It was true, for he felt it himself. He’d never had such an exquisite sensation inside. An almost slavish devotion causing him to imagine performing daring feats to save Vicente from fiery dragons…and an overwhelming feeling inside that threatened to burst out of him in some tangible way…like singing loudly or whooping like one of those long-legged cranes in Leyawiin.







Good gods, he reminded himself of that obnoxious little Bosmer following the Gray Prince around, singing his praises like a bard of old…or more accurately like a squawking chicken.

Is this what the soldiers experienced? Did they become nightingales suddenly and want to sing the other’s praises? Surely not. …Good gods, was this love?

Seridur’s heart responded with a pounding that he was sure could be heard to the outer reaches of Cyrodiil. He was! He was in love for the first time in his life! His head reeled pleasantly in response to the realization.

The pleasurable sensation screeched to a halt as the reality sank in that his love was destined to doom. Vicente would not be turned, it could never be. The heady feeling deflated rapidly into a disappointed acceptance.



How oddly ironic…I finally succumb, only to one that I can never be with.







“Good gods, Seridur! Are you composing poetry and song in your mind at this dire juncture?” Vicente shook the arm he was gripping.






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Seridur was glad for the chameleon that hid his reddened face. “Er…sorry. Nerves, I guess. Vicente, there is no need for you to spend your Septims. I am extremely wealthy and have connections here. I would find it a great pleasure to spend my gold freely on anything you wish.”

“Forget it, Seridur. It won’t work, and I am averse to being beholden in that way.”

“You mistake me, Vicente. My offer carries no strings, if anything I feel beholden to you and seek the balance by this. I…you’ve more than earned my loyalty, and I won‘t…importune you with advances, you have my word. In the past I have purchased homes and businesses for friends with no thought of recompense or reciprocation whatsoever, and none of them inspired my respect and trust as you have. I would consider it the greatest honor to be given the opportunity of squandering as much of my fortune on you as you allow me to in any endeavor you desire. You need never return to that sanctuary to be under anyone’s thumb again if you don’t choose to. Say the word and I’ll give you the funds to purchase any mansion or castle you desire.”

“You eavesdropped on my thoughts to know that about the sanctuary.” Vicente growled.

“…Not deliberately.”

Vicente fell silent. When he spoke, the intensity of his voice echoed with the memories the words invoked.

“Seridur…what has held me in that sanctuary has been the memories of that forest. Being hunted, living hidden. As badly as they have treated me, the sanctuary was still a refuge where I could live in safety…a home.”

“Vicente, you belong in a place you own…and rule. You deserve the respect and honor of those around you. Any cost to see you come into your own could never be counted as too great, I am glad to have something to give back to you. You as much as saved my life, I owe you for that.”

“Seridur, there will never be a time I will change my preference.”

“I know. I don’t ask it, and I am not trying to buy your friendship. Only repaying you for what I’ve learned from you. When my fortune runs out we will call it an even trade then.”






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“Who are these other people you have unburdened your fortune for?” Vicente started walking again, pulling Seridur along beside him.

“If you must know, Phintias. I purchased the First Edition Books for him, then stocked it with many rare editions. It is the largest bookstore in Cyrodiil, and has a greater collection of magic tomes than any other facility save the Arcane University.”

“That doesn’t count, he is your lover.” Vicente snorted, shaking Seridur’s arm.

“Ex-lover.”

“HA! Does he know it’s over?”

“…Not yet. I‘ll tell him when next we meet.”

Vicente stopped walking and pulled the invisible Seridur around to face him by yanking the arm he still clutched. “I mean what I say, Seridur. Don’t end your affair on my account, you will sleep alone.”

“I…it isn’t you, the thought of him has palled for ages. Don’t worry, I still have my slave.”

“Liar. Your mind is singing and writing lovelorn poetry as we run for our lives. Now you plan to end a relationship of decades. Take this warning to heart, Seridur. One wrong touch and our friendship is at an end.”

“I give my word, Vicente. I will never do anything that would cost me your friendship.”

“See that you don’t. Come on then, young pup.” Vicente moved forward again, dragging Seridur along beside him. He halted again suddenly, then dispelled the chameleon and turned so he and Seridur were facing. He hesitated before speaking, watching Seridur‘s face intensely.

“If you meant your offer, I’d like to accept it. We will be friends, that is all. You could visit, but not live there. In exchange I will teach you what you need to know. Would you agree to those terms?”

Vicente’s words brought a rush of emotion in Seridur, once again he was overcome by the feeling that a love ballad would burst from him if he opened his mouth to speak. With a great effort he strangled the urge back and choked out, “In a Cyrodiil minute!” He pounded his chest twice and raised his hand, wincing as he clasped Vicente‘s.






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Vicente healed Seridur’s hand before releasing it. “You knew I’d heal it, you should have said something.”

A sudden realization struck Seridur, and his cheeks flamed with embarrassment.

“You…heard my thoughts?”

“Of course I did. I had to stop you when the singing started, though. Good gods, man. Don’t ever sing aloud in my presence if that’s the best your mind can do.”

“Have you not heard your Khajiit sing yet?”

“No. Is she that bad?”

“Much worse than anything you could imagine in your worst nightmares. You will definitely have to make her a slave so she’ll stop at your command. I believe all the rats in the Arena District were found to be sterilized by the sound of it. Imbel‘s…er, Malan’s hearing powers are much greater than mine; he swears to feeling his organs rupturing within him from it. I’ve never heard him curse so much...”

Vicente interrupted him, pointing. “Look at that poster on the Black Horse Courier building, what is that?“ Vicente tugged Seridur to the poster and read it.

“Good gods, Martial Law has been declared. Look, here is a list of buildings the Legion is seizing for their own use…the Arcane, the Black Horse Courier…“ Vicente went down the list.

Seridur gave an audible gasp. “Look at the bottom poster, Vicente.“

High Chancellor Ocato announced the approval for high bounties to be paid for proof of responsibility for the death of the below listed ancient vampires known to be in the Imperial City:

Dagoth-Malan - 5,000 S
The Gray Prince (Agronak gro-Malog) - 5,000 S
Any Malan’s Army of Giants - 3,000 S Per Each
Any Crimson Scar Army of Assassins - 2,000 S Per Each
Vicente Valtieri - 2,000 S
Seridur - 2,000 S

Feral vampires bounty will be increased to a rate of 350 S until further notice.

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LMFAO

Seridur... BWAHAHAHAHA

if this doesn't top the Black Horse Courier, then it comes damn close!

Masterfully written! I found this both hilarious and tragic at the same time. Unrequited love for the wrong flavor as Seridur manages to turn Vicente's squeaky wallet, and every other of Vicente's characteristics, into wonderful and admirable traits in a very 'love is blind' way.

To realize that Vincent could hear Seridur's thoughts was priceless!

Uh oh. Big money for vamps!

Chapter 6 review

Oh no! Fathis thought Maxical sold the armor he gave her! At the end of the last chapter, I had wondered why her armor being stolen would cause problems between them, and assumed he just thought she had been irresponsible! But he thought that she sold it! And then S’jirra was only trying to protect her, and didn’t realize she was actually only making it worse! Poor Maxical! I felt so bad reading that part, because I know how easily people can have a falling out over a misunderstanding….

Oh, and then being laughed at by those shopkeepers when she went to try to get the armor back! I just wanted to march into the Imperial City and slap them both for laughing at her!

There are times in your life when you do stupid things, and later on you look back at them and laugh…I doubt I will ever look back on that with anything but humiliation.


He left a trail of pee as he ran from me. The crowd was laughing, so I pointed out his trail of urine with my sword making my mouth into a big O as I chased the man. They roared.
Now he’s the one being the bully. Tsk tsk…

Overall, a very good write. I enjoyed the fight scene at the arena. A nice way to end it so it didn't remain too sad after what happened with Fathis and those jerks at the armor shop!

“I refuse to buy replacements when I am but yards from them. They surely won’t waste manpower watching one room continuously.”

Uh oh, I really thought Vicente was going to risk it all for his favorite pants!


Seridur smiled under cover of the chameleon spell. It was a relief to find a weakness in one so magnificent; brought closer the idea that a friendship could develop.

I love Seridur’s reaction. A flaw in his hero that gives him realistic hope for friendship.


A vision played through his mind of Vicente as he deserved to be, mounted on a steed as worthy as the man himself.

Oh my. With all the talk of stallions lately, you can imagine where my mind went here!


Seridur’s thoughts quickly cover a lot of complicated emotions, taking us on the journey right along with him. Up until here:

Knowing that Vicente could read his thoughts, I thought I would hurt myself laughing!!


Uriels’ Law enacted, looks like it will get even more violent on the city streets. Maybe some adventurers will be drawn in, looking for a quick drake. I love this chapter, you can take the most unlikeable characters and make me care about them!!

A bounty? Can I collect? Kidding!

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@ King Coin - YEAH! Now that makes me happy to hear !!! Thank you so much KC !!!

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@ Acadian - I love that you caught that. (Somewhere between hero worship and the blind infatuation of newly discovered love you will find Seridur. Do not attempt to adjust your set.)

I have to admit I was surprised that paragraph on Maxical's singing went by without mention though, I put that in because you mentioned last time I was doing faction updates that you missed hearing about Maxical, lol.

It tickles me that you caught the humor of that chapter, I so appreciate that !!! You ROCK !!! Thank you so much, Acadian !!!

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@ Syl - Thank you so much Syl !! I am really enjoying going back through the early chapters as you read them, and so appreciate your comments about them !!!

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@ Grits - Thank you so much Grits !!! Ah, now THAT is what I love to hear :



That scene where Seridur is enumerating Vicente's perfections was the hardest to write of the whole chapter, lol. It means a lot that you found the humor in it that I tried to get across !!! Thank you again !!!

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@ Zalphon - I remember another time a bounty was raised and Zalphon popped up in Cyrodiil to claim it !!! WOO HOO !!! Thank you so much Zalphon !!!


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Chapter 109: Faction Update: Seridur



******* Seridur


Seridur let out a gasp and shrank back into the alley behind the Black Horse Courier building, pulling Vicente by the arm. “That is Imbel’s man talking to the ’Hero of the People‘! Do you see what he holds in his hands? It matches the one in my pocket, tis your letter to the vampire hunters!” Seridur hissed, his face paling.

Imbel’s man pointed to the Merchants Inn, then showed the Hero a wad of Septims. He peeled off half for the Hero and waved the rest in the air. The words, “Vicente Valtieri‘s body” floated to where Seridur and Vicente were hidden.

Vicente cast chameleon over them both, then quickly tore the bounty poster down before they hurried down the alley. “We better get out of here, Seridur.” Vicente kept his whisper low in case his voice carried. “Who else knows about this cave of yours?”

“Not even Cylben knows, only Imbel and Phintias,” Seridur whispered back.

“Hold up.” Vicente pulled him to a stop. “That cave won’t be safe for me if Imbel knows of it, he wants me dead. I named him in that letter to the vampire hunters, and he caught me poaching with the Khajiit. I better try Malvulis first, see if she‘ll stow me away and sail down the Niben till this blows over.” He started walking again.

Seridur pulled Vicente to a stop. “Malvulis! Of the pirate ship? Is that the former lover you spoke of, the one you seek to leave here with?“

“Yes, why?”

“Imbel said he is securing her for himself! If he has taken the Khajiit, he will fight you for both of them. He seeks the mysteries as well.“

“Good gods, he can’t have them both!” Vicente fumed.

“Er…well, you planned to,” Seridur pointed out.

“I can’t fight him, but I may be able to reach Malvulis before he does…and he can’t enter the sanctuary,” Vicente mused aloud, ignoring Seridur’s comment.

“Will you not be coming to the cave then?” Seridur’s voice was flat.

“I’ll be there tonight, Seridur. Keep your things packed and ready to go. Malvulis may be with me, but either way I want you to come with me to the sanctuary till Malan is gone.”

Seridur exhaled in relief.






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Seridur’s nose was overpowered by the reek of burned flesh and singed cloth as soon as he opened the door to his house. An Altmer in a severely scorched red robe lounged in his overstuffed chair, a bottle of Seridur’s best wine in one hand and a stemmed glass half full of it in the other. He stood up. “You’re back…I‘ve been waiting for you.“

“Hello, Raven. What in Nirn happened to you, set yourself on fire trying to cast a spell?” Seridur covered his unease at Raven’s presence with humor, glancing around quickly to make sure they were alone.

“You seem in good spirits for the state this city is…“ Raven paused mid-sentence, gaping at Seridur. “Good gods! Is that some new hairdo you are adopting? You look like a wild beast!” Raven’s eyes froze on Seridur’s face next. Have you painted your cheeks with women‘s blusher?” He smudged his thumb across Seridur’s cheek. “Your cheeks are glowing and pink instead of pasty white, how can that be? Your eyes are shiny and glittering as well, are you ill?”

Seridur jerked his head back from Raven‘s touch on his face. “Yes, I have ’unwanted guestitis’. State your business, Camoran. I‘m in a hurry.”

“Well aren’t we just full of humor. Were you actually humming as you entered? How can you sing after seeing the destruction of this city? Are you daft or something?”

“I…” Seridur began, but Raven cut him off.

“Hieronymus Lex collected taxes from me for living in the sewers, can you believe that?”

“Surely…” Seridur was interrupted again.

“Took all I had on me, two coins. Now they‘ve blown up! I thought surely you would have checked to see how I fared, did you not know the sewers exploded?” Raven paused for breath.

“I knew, just assumed you had been consumed in the blast. You were obviously burned, what of the rest of your group?“

Raven‘s eyes flickered in anger at Seridur‘s words, but with a brief struggle he answered in an even tone. “Gone, all of them. I heard the rumble and ordered them to run, but did not wait to count heads if you know what I mean.” Raven refilled the wine glass, indicating Seridur sit with him.

“Your boot marks probably covered their robes as you climbed over them to escape.” Seridur continued standing. If Raven was holding back his temper he must need something. “I am on my way out, Raven. I merely stopped to pack a few items. I’ll be gone for an extended period, but you are welcome to stay here if it is a roof you need.“

“I can’t stay either. It is not a roof I need, but funds. I…lost all in the fire.”

Seridur pulled his cheques from an inner pocket and glanced around for a quill. “Are you fleeing to safety while this war rages?”

“No, I must away to Cheydinhal quickly and bring news of this siege on the Imperial City to my father.”






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Seridur paused in his hunt for a quill, turning to face Raven. “Why, so he can pray for our safety? That religious order of his is a scam, Raven. He seizes the possessions of the deluded and promises them an eternity in a paradise that doesn‘t exist. You should know that better than anyone, you are his son and live entrenched in the filth of the sewers with no possessions but that robe that proclaims you one of his ignorant followers.” Seridur clasped his shoulder to take the sting from his words. “Your father has you submersed in his deception, Raven. You waste your life believing in him.”

“Not hardly, and you may want to rethink your words and tone when speaking of him. It is very possible when next we meet you will find me ‘entrenched’ as you put it…in the Palace with my father and sister.”

“From the sewers to the Palace; a veritable fairy tale, Raven. What can you mean?” Seridur refrained from rolling his eyes.

“The Lord has answered my father’s unceasing devotion by granting him great powers, Seridur. He not only provided the eternal Paradise, but promised himself as my father’s ally in gaining the rule of Tamriel.”

“I see…a god who happens to have a spare eternal paradise handy has promised the use of his great powers to your father so he can rule Tamriel. Pray tell, is this lord given to imbibing freely? Or perhaps does he carry a cane?”

“Your mockery is blasphemous, Seridur. It is truth, and you had best take care he not hear and smite you with his fire.”

“It looks like you are his target more than I.” Seridur pointed to the singed robe. “Your father lies to you, Raven.”

Raven was making visible efforts to control his temper. “Your lack of reverence will surely see you cast into the fiery lakes of Oblivion if you do not take care to guard your tongue, Seridur. The Lord you mock is none other than Mehrunes Dagon himself.”

Seridur gasped, staring hard at Raven for some indication that he was merely spouting off in temper. Raven’s eyes roiled in rage, but did not flicker under Seridur’s searching gaze.

“Tell me you haven’t connected yourself to Dagon, Raven. If your father has, he has lost his mind. You can’t possibly believe Uriel Septim will allay himself with anyone connected to Dagon, or hand over his seat to your father. Use your brain, Raven.”

“He will have no choice. High Chancellor Ocato plots to overthrow the Septim dynasty with the help of my father. When he does, Ocato will find himself hoist by his own petard. Dagon has promised my father the power, the seat, and given him a Paradise in Oblivion. We were to act year next, but with this siege, now is the opportune time.”






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Seridur gaped in spite of himself. “I pray this is part of your delusions, Raven. You speak treason, do you realize that?“

“You dare not reveal to anyone what I’ve told you, Seridur. Don’t forget, I hold secrets of yours that could ruin you.”

“You could not reveal what you know of me without bringing your own neck into the noose, Raven.”

“Not that secret, I speak of your vampire nature. Seal your lips or it will become known, and the position in society you hold so dear will collapse right before they slay you for it.”

“Have you no eyes, Raven? Do you not read? My nature has been posted on every street corner with a bounty attached. You hold nothing over me, and you dare not attack me.” Seridur slid his book of cheques back into his pocket and walked to the door, pulling it open. “I will give you nothing, and the invitation of a roof is no longer available to you. I will not be connected to you in any way from here on, you best leave my house while you still can.“

Raven’s face faltered between a purplish red and completely ashen before he spoke, spitting Seridur’s wine from his lips with each word. “You have no idea what a mistake you have made, my former friend. Dagon will aid our cause. He will crush this place till it is naught but dust and ash. As Mournhold fell, so will Cyrodiil.”

Seridur made one last attempt to reach Raven as the man paused in the doorway and faced him. “You’d see all destroyed? For what, to be ruler over a wasteland? Raven, get out of this while you can, you’re better off ruling over the rats in the sewers than what you speak of. Dagon’s own agenda will always take precedence over any promises he’s made. Toying with the Daedric gods is to become their plaything.”

Raven‘s eyes attempted a coy look. “Come on, Seridur…what do you say, once for old time’s sake? I’ll see you get a high position in my court…I just need the funds to get home, Seridur.”

Seridur’s stomach turned and twisted within him, sickened that Raven would tread on their long past relationship after revealing a side of himself that was uglier than the vampire nature tainting Seridur. “Leave my premises now, Raven. And don‘t ever return.”






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Seridur locked the door, then slid the bolt across. Raven obviously still had the key…if he ran for the guards, what proof would Seridur have of Raven’s confession to treasonous plotting? He would be trapped in here, it would be best to flee quickly before Raven could return with the Legion.

He grabbed several bottles of his best wine and then started stuffing food into his pack around them, thinking rapidly as he packed. Ocato plotting treason…that knowledge made him even more bribable than the kinks in his sexual attractions.

Until now he had never even thought of holding that secret over Ocato, never had cause. But right now saving Vicente was of the utmost importance…this could be that dragon he envisioned slaying for him.

Ocato had a program of diplomatic immunity for certain vampires, the Immortal had been on it for decades. With this knowledge Seridur could force Ocato to put Vicente and himself on it.

Seridur cast chameleon before sliding silently out the door. He glanced around nervously before taking off at a dead run for the palace.

Seridur slowed down suddenly, as with shock he realized Imbel’s name hadn’t been on that bounty list. Had Ocato given him diplomatic immunity? Good gods, if so Malan could stay disguised as Imbel and avoid death from both the Legion and the Hunters…and the Immortal, who had grown quite attached to the man he thought was Imbel.

Good gods, if that happened the only one who might possibly kill Malan was that loony Orc! It would be best to tell Ocato that Imbel was really Malan, just in case.

Still in chameleon, Seridur waited till the door of the Palace was opened. He slid in past the exiting troop of guards.



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I love the banter between Seridur and Vicente at the beginning




The Mythic Dawn! I guess even vampires don't want Dagon's plan to take shape. They'd be out a lot of food

Whew! I'm back at last! Quite a lot of catching up to do!!!

As always...your imaginative plotline is matched only by your control of the reader's mind, my dear!

The words, “Vicente Valtieri‘s body” floated to where Seridur and Vicente were hidden.

Yikes, that’s never what you want to hear!!

Seridur jerked his head back from Raven‘s touch on his face. “Yes, I have ’unwanted guestitis’.

If only there was a cure!!

Just when I thought it couldn’t get any funnier, we have Raven Camoran bitching and moaning to Seridur! I never noticed his name was on Lex’s Tax Records!!

Seridur has the right idea about packing for a quick getaway. Grab the good wine first! More twists and turns, but I’m keeping up. Now I’m wondering where that loony orc is headed…

My goodness! The city is overrun with vampires. It can't get any worse can it? Uh oh - enter the Marooned Dragon dancing lightly about what smells like a pending Oblivion Crisis. How clever to work in Raven Camoran.

“Yes, I have ’unwanted guestitis’. State your business,

If Raven was holding back his temper he must need something.
Given what preceded and followed this little gem, it was crafted and inserted perfectly!

Can't wait to see what happens when Seridur sees Ocato.

Chapter 7 review—I love that even in the face of possible death, Maxical still has the ability to kid around and make the audience laugh and cheer for her. It is this ability of hers to be silly yet serious that I love about her!

It felt like an icicle pierced me, the steel was cold inside me. A second later the pain came, but for that blessed second I didn’t feel anything but the cold of the blade.
I loved your description here—perfectly chilling, and though I hope never to find out, I wonder how that would feel. Your description sounds like it would be accurate…

I yanked the dagger out and for the first time did what turned out to be my signature move. I gouged it into his crotch and twisted it, then shoved him back to get his sword out of me so I could run
Ouch! I think, were I a man, I would have a hard time reading that! Good job, though. Smart move by Maxical, though I feel for the fellow… And you say this becomes her signature move? *shivers*

Maxical telling herself “it was my life or his,” was good. I think, in that situation, the only way to keep going and bring yourself to do something like that, one would have to remember that.

Your descriptions of Maxical’s feelings from her injuries, and what happened to her opponents, sounded very accurate, from what I have heard and read. And the suspense you gave us… oh, I was nervous! I felt almost like I was in the crowd, watching the fight! Great job! All of it—excellent write!

I've been following Maxical's crazy story for months and figured it was high time I drop in and add just a few more encouraging words. Yours was the first tale I came across upon finding this site. How could anyone not come to love our favorite kitty cat-astrophe? And you, mALX, are a webspinner to rival Mephala Keep it up!

Chapter 107:

Uh oh... Dagoth Malan is in Cyrodiil? Could he be the one Ash Vampire to have survived the death of Dagoth Ur? He really did manage to unshackle himself from the Heart of Lorkhan? I truly fear for the Imperial City, and for Maxical, now.

One that note, I think it was a wonderful idea for you to blend together regular vampires and the infinitely more powerful Ash Vampires in this tale. It certainly explains a lot as to where the Immortal got his power.

Chapter 108:

Umm... vampire hunters, you do know that vampires are technically not alive, right?

Cue the cheesy opera vibrato, Seridur's in looooooooooove!!

“Good gods, Seridur! Are you composing poetry and song in your mind at this dire juncture?”

*record scratches and halts*

And now we know Malan's exact weakness, too. Caterwauling! Get going, Maxical, make his ears bleed!

Chapter 109:

Hmm, an interesting take on Mankar Camoran's timing. After vampires nearly destroyed the Imperial City, he made the deal with the Daedra to invade Tamriel and return the land to them in exchange for lordship over the land... very interesting.

“You dare not reveal to anyone what I’ve told you, Seridur. Don’t forget, I hold secrets of yours that could ruin you.”

Oh, come on, Seridur, just come out of the closet already! If Teresa is perfectly at home with being a lesbian, what is there for you to fear with admitting? Keeping secrets about your sexuality makes you violent, after all!

I'm back, now.

Oooo, the plot thickens quite a bit...

Right, just spent the last hour and a bit reading, and have got to the end of chapter 12. So just under 100 chapters to catch up on.

I think this could take me a while to read all the way through

Thoughts so far:

This quote, from the t'other place that shall not be named:







Holy crap (to continue your analogy ), this story is fantastic. From the beginnings, the letters home from the University - which by the way had me in stitches - the inventive, funny, detailed fights in the Arena, the relationship between the characters (where I've just reached, I swear I want to run after Fathis, slap him, call him a few names, and drag him back by his pointy bloody ears), the fact that there is genuine emotion shown and felt by ALL the characters...

Too say I'm impressed would be the worlds most ridiculous understatement!

Almost 100 chapters to go then. Should be quite a ride. Looking forward to what your imagination has in store