Mycharonna the Ice WitchTurdas, 5:49 PM, 30th of Second Seed, 4th Era 202
Level: 41
Gameplay: 178 hours, 45 minutes, 42 seconds
Days Passed: 284
Gold Found: 67,994
"Hm hm hmmmm hm hm hmmmm hm hm hm hm hm hm hmmm"The gentle, tuneless hum of a child.
"Feel free to make requests!
"Our hero our hero claims a Warrior's heart. ... I tell you I tell you the Dragonborn comes ... with an end to the evil of all Skyrim's foes ... bewaaare bewaaare the Dragonborn comes....."The lilting cry of a bard.
"Are you all right? You seem tired."
"I'm fine, Horik. I just... are you worried about this war?"
"No. If we must fight, we will, and you will lead us to victory. As you always have."
"With you by my side, is that right Horik?"
"Of course. I would have it no other way."
A pleasant conversation between two locals.
"Cough! ... Yawn........"Drinks and food are served here at the Winking Skeever to soldiers, fisherman, laborers, and children. And below this mellow, placid scene, just one storey beneath the feet of these aimless patrons, a shape slowly forms. Crystalizes, and then hardens. From vapor to flesh a figure emerges, seemingly from the stone wall itself.
As she regains her Nirnly being,
Mycharonna the Ice Witch claims her sodden resolve. She feels the air of the cellar around her, which is that perfect combination of warmth and humidity she prefers. And the sound of their feet as they walk on the stone floor above comforts her.
"It's been a good week, my boy!" says the owner of the Winking Skeever from above. "Loud customers mean good cheer, and good cheer means a full till! You know, I ought to retire and leave you to run the Skeever, son!"
"I don't know, father... There's a whole world out there I want to see. You'd just spend your time here, bossing me around and yelling for more drinks. You're practically retired already..."
"I could run the Skeever!" says another child, this one a girl. "You even said I'm almost as smart as you! Why not let me run the Skeever? I already know lots about it!"
"Hah! A girl running a bar? Don't be ridiculous, Minette!"
"What about 'Auntie Faida' in Dragon Bridge? She runs a bar, and you said she's one of your favorite girls!"
"Oh, brother..." says the 'son'.
"That's it!" announces the owner. "I'm not retiring, ever! End of discussion!"
Little do they know, she thinks.
That one of them could be next. Not long ago, this sort of thought would intrigue and amaze her, as being a vampire was not something she had planned on when she first arrived in Skyrim months ago. But now, she merely thinks this casually.
Already I have feasted upon two of your flock. And little do you know the 'terror' has not fled. As a fact of matter, she shall indeed surprise
the gentry of this town known as Solitude. Very soon.The vampire shifts entirely from the plane she had previously been dwelling in, to Nirn. And the world of Skyrim would never be the same again.
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6:03 PM"True, I may
look the part of dashing swordsman," says a Redguard patron of the Winking Skeever as a well-dressed, lightly perfumed, middle-aged, grey-haired lady passes by. "but I prefer the art of wit to that of warfare."
The grey-haired socialite says nothing, she merely inspects the man (a dark-skinned man) before her.
This one's blood would flourish me strongly she thinks.
Contrarily, he may dwelleth within the Bard's College, and to sate myself would bring much risk...."The typical Skyrim wench is like the city of Solitude itself," the Redguard tries. "Stone exterior, but ahh, the charms within," he finishes in a feeble attempt to flatter her.
The grey-haired, midlde-aged socialite lady departs from The Winking Skeever without a reply.
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5:58 PM"Honored guests, I thank you all for being here. I thank you for sharing this wonderfully happy day with myself.. and my new husband."
Vittoria Vici addresses the small crowd before her as the sky above turns to darkens.
Seems quite ironic that the wedding commences at such an hour Mycharonna thinks.
The hour of darkness. Seems almost fated.
"In this courtyard, there are no Stormcloaks. There are no Imperials. Today the problems of Skyrim are not our problems, nor are they yours. Today we have joined together in peace. So please, enjoy yourselves."
Mycharonna meanders by the alchemy shop, up some stairs, and follows the voice she hears, while also using an otherworldy sense* to guide her. After some minutes, finally she locates the soiree.
"Good people of Solitude. ... Are you all entjoying yourselves?" the bride calls out. "Please .. eat, drink, and be merry on this happiest of days."
The Ice Witch notices the bride and groom are seated on one end of this rather dark courtyard, while a smattering of guests sit before the pair. The affair is somber, which pleases Mycharonna in some way. One bard sings, while another plays a flute on the far end of this courtyard. As Mycharonna approaches, Vittoria and Asgeir leave their seats, exit the courtyard, and because of this the Witch momentarily doesn't know what to do.
The killing must be public and messy Astrid had said. As the Witch circles the courtyard slowly, smiling as best she can in an attempt to pretend to be human, the guests of honor now return to the courtyard, while the Witch readies a spell, and removes a small, dark-green blade from her belt. The dark-green blade is then quickly poisoned.
As drinks are raised in celebration a
whoosh of air is felt by several guests, and suddenly Asegir Snow-Shod, Nordic groom of the wedding itself, attacks his Imperial bride.
"Hey, I saw that!" ... "What are you doing?" ... "You can't get away with this!" .. "Those fools are actually fighting!" The guests suddenly erupt in confusion, raising from their seats, while the Witch swallows a potion which temporarily erases the sight of her. As blades and fists are drawn, only one guest manages to notice where the Witch who had thrown the magic had been standing. This guest gets one good slice upon the Witch before he can't find her no more.
"Where did you .. where did you go?"
In seconds, most of the wedding is either fleeing or fighting, while the Witch slips to the side, and out of the courtyard. As the confusion commences, she draws her poisoned, dark-green blade, and returns to the crowd. Asegeir ... is dead, yet the wedding guests barely seem to notice, due to a bit of shape-shifting by the Witch. ** They only see that he is injured, and seems baffled by his previous actions. Despite this comfort, the Witch knows she's only got seconds before her invisibility wears off.
She aims her orcish-crafted daggar, which has been laced with deadly poison, and strikes Vittoria Vici dead.
"Ooooooff!" As the Imperial bride falls to the ground, her soul is captured within a black gem carried by the Witch. Because of this, the Witch can no longer hide. .... In a split second she is
chased and swung at several times. Her usual 'too-fast-for the eye' speed is drained somehow, and she struggles to get away. Fully focused upon her Nirnly being, she cannot initially find a place to hide, and seconds begin to feel like hours. She
dashes down stone causeways and past many homes as the guards (and some citizens) make attempts to attack her. .. But then there it is.
She finds a stand of thistle bushes, crouches within one of them, and casts a spell which silences her almost entirely.
"Guess it's all clear, now."
After a few moments, Mycharonna ascertains that after her confusing, messy withdrawl, she's now wound up near the entranceway to the Blue Palace.
I must leave this place at once!Mycharonna the Ice Witch tries to do so, manages to make it past several houses (and the Bard's College) yet is caught once more. "The prublem is yo'r dissreespect for da law. Yoo must pay a fine for da Jarl's justice", says a guard.
But the Ice Witch has none of this. She merely flips her shoulder when the guard shows a writ to collect 40 gold. She can easily afford this fee, but chooses not to. After another minute or so, she finally locates the door she's looking for: a door beneath Solitude's gigantic windmill. She rushes through this, closes it, and crouches down. With her muffling spell still active, the guards quickly determine that the lady who had caused the deaths of both bride and groom is nowhere to be found. They then give up their search a little too quickly.
"No sign of her!"
It helps that Mycharonna manages to subtly persuade the night around her to come to her aid.
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