Rat libido, eh? This fic just got real!

O o... mALX.... Thomas is a-gonna have a premature....premature...

... E-jakbenimble-ulululation....


THERE! BOTH OF YOU BROUGHT OUT THE VAMPIRE IN ME AGAIN!!!

Oh, dear... I've just been Foxy'd.

You'd better hope I don't find you, you little Vulpine rascal.

Wow. I will never be able to play the Mages Guild quests again without thinking of someone who covers for rapist vampires when I deal with Traven.

LOL.

I think I've said it before, but you do a fantastic job with vampires -- you really bring the undead to "life", as it were, lol. You do a very good job at depicting how, even among the best of the vampires, there is little to like; they're rapists, killers, manipulators and all manner of villainous ne'er-do-wells. Janus is a proper villain -- no regard for human life, not even that of his "chosen". His plan is to use people for his own ends; and the only thing that keeps him, and the others, from a more destructive path is Uriel's law (which I personally would love to see followed to the letter on this group of louts!). For his peers, it means death -- and for Janus, a fate worse (forever in a dungeon) -- to be too careless. Imbel can control himself (as evidenced by his leaving Maxical alone all this time), but prefers to use humans for his own ends; he might flatter himself that he is a better vampire than Seridur (sp?), but he is clearly cut from the same cloth.
It's also interesting to see hints of the sexism which apparently exists in the highest echelons of the Imperial world...specifically, Imbel's "removal" of temptation by rape is one of the oldest and most pathetic excuses the world has ever seen (again and again), but the head of the Mage's Guild apparently sees no problem with. You are becoming a master at weaving the unreal (fantasy elements like vampires, magic, etc.) with the real, so seamlessly that they become almost inseparable as one reads.

Have I told you before that you are a genius of the art of writing? If not, then allow me to do so...in fact, if I have already, let me repeat it: you are a genius!!

This was deliciously dark and sinister, yet fabulously entertaining! WELL DONE!

Your opening scene when the vampire comes out in Janus was positively spellbindingly good!

You'll be happy to know, I'm following all of this, and thoroughly enjoying it.

A blonde, replete with doorknockers and six of her friends for our little red-headed kitty? Nah. Lol.

Your humorous injection of rat libido has been well and properly mentioned already.

Cute screenies!


Oh, one (maybe) nit: You refer to Jak as Jak throughout. Yet you open your very last sentence respelling his name to Jack - unintentionally I suspect.

This post has been edited by Acadian: Dec 14 2010, 04:11 AM

I am loving Farmer Jak, he's always up to something but I quite like him...and Janus...and Vicente...and...and... *POP!* (Hazmick burst due to a severe build up in tension but, like a cartoon, he is immortal and will return in the next chapter)

@ Thomas Kaira - Thank you so much Thomas Kaira !!!! Your comment tickled me to death, I hope to owe people new keyboards !!! ROFL !!! Thank you again, that means a lot to me!!

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@ Verlox - Thank you so much Verlox !!! Oh, it can't get much more real than rat libido. They were building a restaurant a few years back - they mapped out and cordoned off the site for it and had a sign with "Future blah, blah, blah. - So this co-worker and I brought our lunch out there to look at the site while we ate - and there were two rats mating on the spot !!!! Do you think I would ever eat there after that? NOOOOO!!!! I just kept seeing those rats mating every time I drove by that place - EW !!! ROFL - that conversation will be made worse in a couple chapters, lol. Thank you Verlox !!

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@ Foxy - SPEW !!! You two must know each other !!! Thank you so much Foxy !!! So, let me tell you the joke about the vampire proctologist ... er ... ROFL !!! Better not.

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@ Rachel - Thank you so very much Rachel !!! And I loved your Vicente drawing !!!

Traven - I actually modeled Traven off his character in the game. His actions/reactions from the attacks on the Mages Guild and starts realizing Necromancy is a bigger problem than he realized - but especially after he finds out about Mannimarco - the "big picture" freaks him out.

As far as his covering for the vampires - that is also strictly game based. When talking to the player he stresses that the relationship between Hassildor and the Guild must be maintained at all costs.

He always came across to me as one who would do just about anything to keep peace and stability. When faced with the realization that all his blanket policies failed and war is at hand - would sacrifice his own values (and eventually life) to bring that peace back.

(hence his use of the black soul gem - using the enemies tools to thwart them, after a lifetime of persecuting others for using those same tools)

Of course, his contract with Hassildor is supposed to be that Janus NOT act on his nature - but Traven definately turns a blind eye when he does - (in game)


Janus Hassildor - I also took his personality from the game. He is supposedly an ally of the Mages Guild, but won't tell them Mannimarco is back unless you do him a "Favor" - he doesn't care if you have to murder to get it done, and if you do and get caught - don't look to him to get you off. He is law-abiding till it suits his interest not to be - He wants to smell like a rose while someone else takes the fall - he definately uses people for his own ends - in game.


Jak in game pretends to be meek - but is cunning. He was a legendary thief before becoming a vampire, and is a con - I tried to keep his character like the game one as much as possible too.

As far as their crimes (murder/rape/etc.) - believe it or not, I modeled the vampire nature after certain cats in this feral cat colony I have tended for over 11 years now. Their actions in stalking the prey, their physical changes going into a fight - all of their vampire actions I modeled after the cats.

* The glowing eyes, changes in size (they buff up to fight), the showing of fangs, hypnotizing with their eyes - charming birds to them so they can kill them, etc.

They look like a housecat (see my entry in the "Pets" thread) - but they have a side to them that is untameable - the slightest wrong move will flip them from mild to wild, friendly to feral. They sate their lusts without remorse or guilt. Fortunately, I trapped them all and spay/neutered/released them - so there will be no more of that, lol.

It really means a lot to hear your kind words, Rachel !!! Thank you so very much !!!

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@ Acadian - Now that is a high compliment coming from you, Thank You so much Acadian !!!! And once again, thank you for your eagle eyes that catch these things I miss - You ROCK !!!

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@ Hazmick - I have found myself really liking Jak too, in spite of his sneaky, underhanded, conning ways - I can't help but like him. I like that he comes off most innocent when he's pulling something. - I got that part of him from my children. If they look like angels, watch out because all H is about to break out. And it usually does.

(they are also the ones I got most of Maxical's pranks from). Think "Malcom in the Middle" and "Problem Child" combined - Oh yeah. I don't get much sleep, Lol !!!!!

Thank you so much Hazmick !!! And it is so good to have you back !!!!

This post has been edited by mALX: Dec 15 2010, 05:55 AM

I’m sorry. Every time you mention a rat I am reminded of a certain mouse that I became hopelessly attached to:

Alix The Mouse


(J)anus should conduct his experiments on mouse libido, I’m sure that Alix wouldn’t mind (besides, it’s a great calorie burner).

I found your comments about Traven’s character fascinating. I always looked upon him as something of a coward in the game. Here he is, the Arch-Mage of Cyrodiil (and one can presume, of Tamriel) confronted with blatant attacks on his guild by the followers of an ancient foe who are acting against the policies that he instituted. And what does he do? He hides in the Arch-Mage’s Tower, content to allow the standard of the Mage’s Guild to be carried by the person with the least experience in the Guild! Even his so-called ‘sacrifice’ smacks of cowardice!

I swear, he reminds me of the Jedi in KOTOR2 who, when faced with the very real threat of the Sith, choose to hide in the nebulous hope that this will somehow lure their enemies into ‘showing’ themselves . . . even though the Exile doesn’t seem to have any trouble finding them. [/rant]

It's ALIX !!!! BWAAAAAH!! SNORK, SNORK!!! BWAAAAH!!!

I miss Alix !!! Did I ever post the chapter on the BGSF where Alix sees a female mouse and stands up on his hind legs weaving around like a hula dancer? I wrote it, but don't know if it ever made it to the boards, lol.

I agree exactly with your assessment of Traven. He turns sheet white and hides out up in his tower for three days each time you tell him anything that proves his blanket ban on necromancy theory is flawed.

Of course in my story, Uriel's Law is the same thing as Traven's ban on necromancy. They don't go away, just hide out and get angry. Next thing you know, the King of Worms is on your doorstep setting fires.

Also, the quest where Traven sends you to Hassildor for information - you can't tell me that Hassildor didn't tell Traven what the problem was - but is going to tell you, a nobody in the guild. Of course Traven knew before he sent you there what you would be asked to do!

So, that means Hannibal sent you to Skingrad knowing Hassildor was planning on having you murder four innocent vampire hunters - and Traven's last words ringing in your ear are:

"The relationship between Hassildor and the Guild must be maintained at all costs." - all costs ? That means he is more or less condoning you murdering the four vampire hunters if necessary to keep Count Skingrad happy. - Not more or less, he is absolutely condoning it...worse, he is telling you that you must do it.

Oh, Traven walks the line very much - and turns a blind eye when necessary to maintain the status quo - he doesn't want trouble.


Thank you so very much Destri !!! I appreciate you so much !!!!

This post has been edited by mALX: Dec 15 2010, 11:48 PM

Personally, I don’t blame Hassildor for requesting you to come to Skingrad. Having already saved your life (whether he did or not, he always acts like he did), and knowing that you didn’t broadcast his secret all over Cyrodiil, he feels that you can be trusted. One is left with the impression that he doesn’t share that feeling for the rest of the Guild. Can you blame him? One encounter with necromancer’s (which you are forced to deal with) gets you lied to by your own Guild and sent to Skingrad to spy on an ancient vampire who is not above committing murder to keep his secret, well, secret.


I think we have just had a glimpse into your bloodthirsty nature, mALX. You don’t have to kill the vampire hunters. Hassildor just says that he wants them gone. He doesn’t care how you do it. If you go to Bloodcrust Cavern and kill the vampires yourself, all you have to do is show Eridor the dust from one corpse to get him and the other hunters to leave.


Amen to this! What do you think he does for those three days? Wait . . . Who am I talking to? Nevermind, I will withdraw the question before I get a mALXian answer. I CAN'T AFFORD A NEW KEYBOARD!!

His contempt for the Guild is tangible in that encounter - and I agree with you, you can have them all dead before he arrives and he takes credit for saving you, lol.



I refuse to murder them, actually - I just don't help them in the cavern, and they are usually killed - none of their weapons are silver or fire, and they are in regular clothes - but Hassildor makes it clear he wants them gone even if it means you have to murder them - and Hannibal has to know that you are either going to set them up to die or kill them yourself. - all to protect Hassildor's secret.

It may have been fixed by a patch, but it used to be that if you killed the vampires first, Eridor and his men would not leave, forcing you to kill them or reload a previous save if you had one.





ROFL !!!!!

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Chapter 86: The Marie Elena



******* Vicente - Right After The Attack On Maxical (Chapter 80, Page 35.)


An unfamiliar heaviness dragged on Vicente’s limbs as he fled the tent. The surprising sight of his arm swinging up brought the realization that the chameleon power he inherited with the Dark Gift was no longer working. Without slowing down, he cast again. His arm stayed visible. Maxical’s blood had depleted his vampire powers and was sapping his strength.

Unable to keep running, he ducked into a garden area between two houses and leaned against the wall; his breath heaving from him in gasps. It had been so many years since he’d fed…he’d forgotten how weakened it would make him feel, made worse because of the extraordinary heights his powers and strength had reached during that time of fasting.

As a trespasser, he should have dropped in to greet Imbel…stated his business and negotiated with him for a share of the blood in the area. Being caught poaching, those whose territory this was would seek to kill him now. You don’t waltz into another’s feeding grounds and help yourself…not without consequences.

This territory belonged to Imbel and Seridur. It would be Imbel he’d have to worry about; Seridur was afraid of him…and not very bright. Imbel was both dangerous and cunning. He feared no one.

Weakened as he was, Vicente realized that without an ally he wouldn’t survive…he needed protection. He’d have to get one of the outsiders to join forces with him till his strength came back. One of the other ancients was wired tightly to Imbel’s [censored], he must be the powerful one Vicente smelled outside the Merchants. That left the offspring of that loony vampire he read about in the Courier. The others must plan to use that one as a decoy, or he would be dead already.

Vicente caught his reflection in a lower window as he passed and stopped short. It was still evident he was a vampire. His normally gaunt face was bloated from feeding now, but the skin remained a sickly pale hue and retained the wrinkles and creasing in spite of it. His eyes were changing to amber, but some pink remained and they were still ringed red and bloodshot. Although his fangs had shrunk and retracted…they could still be seen as gleaming tips of white against his blood-red lips. Vicente dug in his pack for a cowl and pulled it forward to hide his face before emerging back into the streets.






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The gate to the Waterfront District was guarded, the man on duty looking around alertly. Vicente tucked his cowled head down, digging his chin into the collarbone. He kept his eyes trained on the ground lest the lantern light illuminate the slightest tinge of pink to the man. Without looking up Vicente could feel the guard’s eyes boring into him, expected any second to hear the word “HALT!�

Still, when it came he was unprepared. His legs felt like tree stumps, but Vicente forced them to move. The guard shouted to stop, then took chase. Vicente was at a dead run, but it seemed as if he ran in slow motion while the guard sped as if on Skooma. He caught Vicente on the bridge, grabbing a handful of Vicente’s cloak and jerking him to a stop with it.

Vicente raised his arms and slid out of the cloak, then leaped over the side of the bridge. The icy waters took his breath as they closed over his head. He sank much deeper than he expected, and had to force his mouth shut as he struggled ineffectually against the current that eddied around the bridge pilings.

The vortex was pulling him under, deeper…smashing him into the thick wood covered in tar. His hands slid on the gooey black coating as he desperately clutched at the massive piling. The pull downward was too powerful, he was too weak to fight it and felt himself being sucked under the surface in a dizzying spin.

Something clutched at his arm, dragging it nearly out of the socket against the force of the current. Vicente reached his other hand up and clutched onto the leathery arm that was dragging him to safety.

“Thank you, you saved my life.� Vicente lay back on the sandy shore gulping in air, the stern of a pirate ship keeping him from view of the manhunt he could still hear going on at the bridge. “I’ve got to hide, it’s me they’re looking for over there.�

“The guards don’t mess with us pirates much. Come on board till things settle down. The others won‘t mind much…since you‘re on the right side of the law…ha ha.�

The Argonian helped him up and steadied him across the gangplank. “There’s plenty of empty cabins below, you can lay down till you feel better.�

Vicente stripped off his wet clothing and cowl, stretching them on the other bunk in the cabin to dry. He pulled the blankets up over his head in case anyone entered, then nearly blacked out from exhaustion.






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Vicente woke with a start. Someone was moving the sheet from his head! He grabbed the hand with crushing strength till he heard a girlish squeal…one he recognized.

“What is the color of night?� He whispered.

“Sanguine, my brother.�

Vicente sat up, the covers falling from his face. A female Dunmer was smiling down at him, her eyes laughing and brimming with mischief.

“Malvulis! I thought never to see you again! What are you doing here?�

“I thought that was you running from the guards. I sent the Argonian to rescue you. I do well here. My…skills have netted me the position of First Mate on this galleon, the Marie Elena. Damn fine ship, with a damn fine crew.�

“I have craved your…skills as terribly as any Skooma addict. How could you leave me? I nearly went as loco as that vampire in the Courier. Malvulis…I must reward you for rescuing me…come lay beside me, I have no gold to offer...only myself.�

“You mean you’re too tight with your Septims to offer gold. Vicente, I can’t. Gaston Tussaud is the Captain…and my lover. He’ll kill us both and I’ll lose my cushy job here. I…like being in charge.�

“Gaston? I’ll bet his head is bald as a stone and shaped like a melon! He can’t possibly match what we had together…�

“True, but he offers other things…like paying for my meals instead of expecting me to treat him.�

“I just did that to tease you…it was just so adorable when you actually did it…�

“Liar.�






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“Well I can prove I’ve changed, I just paid for the whole sanctuary to come for the music festival! I got us all a suite at the Merchants, and there are a lot more members now then there were when you were there.�

“Really? Vicente, you…surprise me!� Malvulis traced the outline of Vicente’s mouth with her finger. “You’ve fed very recently, haven’t you.�

“I was forced to, Uriel’s Law.�

“That’s not like you…unless it was a virgin.�

“Pah! There are no virgins in this city, mad woman! Just give me one kiss in payment for my rescue…just one.�

“You may be right if you’ve been in the city long…you probably took them all, or drained them all.�

“Not me, this is not my territory. We can’t poach on each other, you know. There is honor among ancients. We are a dying breed, thanks to Uriel. They almost had me last night, Malvulis. I would have been gone forever. I still have to cross that city to go home…don’t you want to give me a kiss goodbye in case I don’t make it?�

“Vicente, Gaston has talked of us marrying. I have to be faithful.�

“You don’t want me to make you a widow twice, do you?�

“Vicente don’t. Please? I like my life here.�

“Give me a reason not to then. For old times sake, just once…�

“No.�

“Then I’ll go kill him now. You can be the Captain…and I’ll be your First Mate.�

“Vicente…�

Vicente pulled Malvulis to him. “Either way, you win…come on…�

“You promise you won’t kill him if I do?�

Vicente nodded.

“All right, but…hurry. I can’t be found out.�

“You remember which Dunmer mysteries are my favorites?�

“Duh.�






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Vicente stretched and yawned. Promise or not, Gaston would have to be killed. Now that he’d found Malvulis again, he was not leaving without her. This could be that contract he’d lied to Ocheeva about having for Teinaava. He could order it done before they left the Imperial City and bring her back to the Sanctuary with them. Antoinetta could throw all the fits she wanted, and run to Lucien with her tales. Vicente didn’t care…not if he had Malvulis back.

The sound of shouts and screaming roused him from his reverie. Vicente jumped up and threw his clothing and cowl on quickly, slipping the door open a crack to see what the commotion was about.

The Argonian that rescued him was running towards him, blood splattering his clothing.

“What happened to you? What’s going on?� Vicente grabbed his arm.

“Captain Tussaud caught Malvulis cheating on him! She had black tarry handprints all over her…� The Argonian cut off mid-sentence, staring at Vicente’s black tarry hands. “Man do you work fast! You better get out of here quick, he’s inspecting everyone’s hands.�

“Which way do I go to escape?�

The Argonian pointed the way.



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This post has been edited by mALX: Aug 4 2016, 05:50 AM

*POP* Hazmick has once again burst with excitement and vampiric tension.

What an awesome chapter, Vicente is an amazing character! You have done another great job! Hooray for mALX!

I second hazmick here: Pop. Awesome.

My goodness, these vampires are a horny lot, no? The Legion could roll out a giant sheet of sticky tarred paper in the center of town at night and place an attractive woman in the center. In the morning, the paper would be covered by stuck vampires, slowly roasting in the morning sun!

Poor Vincente. Who woulda known that a simple kitty snack would have condemned him to having to hide inside a hood like Janus?

Seriously, this was very well done, and added much depth to the despicable Vincente. You continue to have a wonderful touch at weaving the familiar (Marie Elena pirates) into your story. Your black tar hand prints all over the first mate was sheer genius and pure mALX!

This post has been edited by Acadian: Dec 17 2010, 01:47 AM

Vicente... Vicente... you are a bad, bad boy. One kiss you say? I don't think so.

And on the run, too! One could say you are... you are... swimmingly sensual! *rimshot*

GAH! I'm making dirty puns now! Bad me! Bad me! I've been mALXified!

*Tom has run away screaming*

This post has been edited by Thomas Kaira: Dec 17 2010, 02:06 AM

Thomas! Bad boy! Don't you know you have to wash your mouth after a rimjob?



Now I know whom to task to get rid of the poo in mALX's car...

@ Hazmick - You made my day with your comment !!! Thank you so very much Hazmick !!! You ROCK !!!

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@ Acadian - SPEW!!! BWAAAHAAA!!! Fly paper to catch vampires!!! ROFL !!!! You owe me a keyboard AND monitor on that one - I sprayed everytime I even thought about it after the initial deluge !!! ROFL !!!! I may have to have Hannibal come up with that, and say he got the idea from a Paladin friend - ROFL !!!!

I don't know how Foxy bypassed your comment about :



...without jumping on it - but since he didn't, I won't voice what...KA, KA...came into...KA, KA...my...SPEW! ... head at that comment.

I love it, Thank You so much Acadian, You ROCK !!!!!

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@ Thomas Kaira - Oh, I blame Foxy entirely for any dirty humor I may come up with - WAIT! Make that any dirty thought - WAIT! - Make that even any innuendo that could in some miniscule way be construed as dirty !!!!! HA !!! I was Foxy-fied first !!!! ROFL !!! Thank you so much Thomas Kaira !!!!

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@ Foxy - Why do I feel like Frank Zappa and Ozzy Osborne are holding another gross-out war - but instead of Frank Zappa crapping on stage it was my dog doing it in the back seat of my car ... or was it Ozzy that crapped on stage and Frank Zappa ate it? EW! I grossed myself out on that one !!! GAAAAK !!!!!

All I can say is ... the only acceptable blasphemy regarding Azura is...the Rim of all Holes. Do with that what you will, ROFL !!!!

Thank you so much Foxy !!!

This post has been edited by mALX: Dec 17 2010, 04:54 PM

I don't think you can swing a dead khajiit without hitting someone that Vicente has slept with! Even with the guards bearing down and facing the wrath of the ancients, he still has time for a roll in the tar (so to speak). Now we know why Gaston Tussaud had to die! Didn't Malvulis have the foresight to wash up after her encounter?! Like Foxy says:

ROFL !!! Er...wait! A DEAD KHAJIIT ????? GAAAAAH !!!!!

Oh, if you see the pic of the Captain, you'll know why she probably didn't bother. Which brings up the story about a prostitute that worked in a truck stop (lot lizard) who never washed between johns... oh wait, this site is PG-13...never mind.

Thank you so much Destri !!! You are always appreciated !!!!!

HEY! MALX HOW DARE YOU TELL THAT PROSTITUTE STORY...HAVEN'T YOU EVER HEARD OF COFFEERIGHT INFRINGEMENT???!!!???





And you forgot the clipboard and the mad professor as well!

Not to mention the scoring system -

I better stop now.