“…dewey grass…” I believe you want “dewy”- otherwise it is a type of grass named for someone whose goes by “Dewey.”

Ok Trey if you are going to pick a "nit" then it seems only right that someone "nit-picks" on you. I think you meant "...who goes by Dewey".

McB I am really liking the story thus far. Occasionally I have to read parts over for clarity but I am already seeing improvement between the first post and this newest one. You are on a good track with a wonderful story. Your characterization is colorful and interesting.

(Just had to pick on Trey a bit, he's a little OCD when it comes to grammatical errors and such so when I catch him I have to pick on him)

This post has been edited by Athynae: Nov 4 2011, 11:57 AM

Interesting. You have placed aspects of the Fighters Guild, Mages Guild and Knights of the Nine in a blender with some Bagere sauce and just a touch of catnip.

So Kelleryn and his see through ethereal ancestors are Dunmeri relatives of old Modryn. And Kelleryn is a real Knight of the Nine. But as a mage. . . not so much it seems. I guess that darn Hannibal always has to pee on the imp chips! And Thedret! And his finned friend. Oh and horses. Luvs horses.

This post has been edited by Acadian: Oct 31 2011, 12:32 AM

Thanks all of you for reading...It's much appreciated...I'm really enjoying writing it...I'm almost regretting that Skyrim's going to put it on hold for a bit really...Almost... ...

KC...Cheers for getting through the first bit...The other chapters are shorter, so should be easier...

Athynae...Cheers for taking the time to re-read it...I keep forgetting it's not tele...And not everyone can see it as it's in my head... ...



Lol...Fair enough... ...

Acadian...

...Really?...Who said that?... ...

Seriously, thanks for not saying "This is sh*te, get off our site...Right now...Oh yeah...Booyah!!..."...Or anything...

Update soon... ...

This post has been edited by McBadgere: Nov 2 2011, 02:13 PM

I love this story! J’Drell is an instant favorite. I am still laughing about Uncle and Honored Uncle looming over the students in the dormitories. And Thedret cursing over the hole in his mail, never mind about the wound, tremendous.

I’m looking forward to more!

Cheers Grits... ...I'm very fond of J'Drell myself, considering when I came up with him in the Game he was an overtalkative cheese stealer... ...

Aaamywho...

New Parts!!... ...



1.3 Duty of Care.



Sire,

Something is very wrong. We cannot find the Olford girl. We’ve looked everywhere. What’s more, two of my Blades have also disappeared. And there’s too many of those damned Dragon Company soldiers about. I tell you something is wrong.

I’ve sent Jena with this note. I pray she gets to you in time.

I’m on my way to you, I just need to check some things. But Sire, find your sons, we need to move you all. Just as a precaution.

I just feel. Wrong.

Your servant, Renaud.

- Note found tucked into one of Uriel Septim’s diaries discovered by Wulff Olfsson in the remains of Cloud Ruler Temple, Rain’s Hand 3E 637.

Found on the bottom of the note were three words – So it begins.




Caroline walked down a corridor which looked much like all the others in these forts. It was some way from the downstairs room where she’d fought Gellert, up to the entrance. She’d yet to find another way out though, some side door, escape tunnel or something. Even the kitchens seemed to unload their supplies through the main doors. But she knew the Imperial wouldn’t be so stupid as to have only one way. Too easy to get...Caught. She paused. The torchlight picked out the copper blonde of her hair. She put her hand to it to smooth down and to push it back from her face.

“Damn...” She said to herself.

She looked up as a Nord came from around a corner.

“General Dinai.” She nodded in salute.

“Ma’am,” replied the older Nord, “We’ve removed the resistance and scoured the remainder of the keep. Unfortunately we’ve developed a problem, which maybe we should have seen coming. There are many non-combatants here – servants, cooks...Dancing girls...” He sighed, “We’ve briefly, superficially questioned them and they’re unaware of who had been here. They believe that they’re in the employ of a local nobleman who keeps a staff here, but never visits. They feed the troops...Any way their job dictates...But nothing more.

“Unfortunately that leaves us with the duty of their care until Captain Holforn gets here.”

Caroline nodded her agreement, “Yes, true.” She sighed deeply, so much for the quick grab and run Caroline thought to herself. Resigning herself to the inevitable, she said to the General, “I was just thinking that Gellert had let himself get cornered far too easily. This isn’t his...Lair. I don’t think he actually knows much about this place.”

She laid a hand on the stone of the wall nearby and closed her eyes. General Mazkay Dinai waited patiently. He’d been around these people too long to question what was happening now. A glow appeared around Caroline’s hand, which danced and weaved around like an aurora.

She opened her eyes again. “He was waiting for something, excited. A prize of some sort. He’d sent his second out to get it some time ago, and he was wondering what was taking so long.”

“I’m impressed Ma’am, you got all that from a stone?” The General enquired his eyes twinkling with a half smile.

“A trick of J’Drell’s. The Investigato use it a lot. He said the University calls it,” she adopted a mock-professorial voice, “Geo-Thaumaturgical-Memoric-Retrieval.”

The General laughed. “Which means what exactly?”

“J’Drell says it basically means ‘The Walls Have Ears’. It’s Mysticism. There’s magic in some of these stones. It hears and sees everything, and then the stones remember.” Caroline patted the Nord’s arm. “You just have to listen.”

Mazkay Dinai shook his head at the thought and then another pressed to the front.

“Ma’am?”

“Yes General?”

“Gellert?”

“Ah yes, he was rendered...Unable to walk...”

“Should I have someone retrieve him then?” The General asked.

“Oh no...It’s quite alright...I’m fine with him...” Said another voice, coming from around the corner.

The Nord granted some measure of impress as Galasafon appeared in the corridor carrying the fugitive Imperial using his telekinesis from one hand and had what seemed to be the Dragon Warhammer in the other.

“Ah, our ever surprising Marshal Galasafon.” Dinai shook his head, “I shan’t even enquire as to how you are now here.”

Galasafon smiled, tilted his head and said, “Orders General...Orders...”

They walked together towards the entrance, passing the obvious signs of a battle. Decorations, furniture and bodies lay strewn about the place. Holforn’s squad will have their work cut out here, Caroline thought.

“What’s the status of our troops General?” Caroline asked.

“Captains Ordan and Royal are securing the remainder of the servants in the kitchens, with Sirs Ralman and Jacks assisting in the guarding of them. The doors down there look thick enough to hold back a full Daedric invasion so holding the area with only the four of them until Captain Holfarn and his team return in the morning...” He paused, “Later in the morning.” The Nord shrugged, ”Should be easy enough. Depending – of course – what we find outside. I fear that we’ve lost the darkness by now.”

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Aeirawen had run from the lower chamber having paused briefly to rid a very forward Imperial of his ability to call anyone such rude names. And really, the suggestions. Surely dinner first? She thought, Maybe the theatre?...But no, just rudeness and a longsword. She sighed and ran out of the entrance to where everyone was cowering behind the forewall.

“Oooh,” said J’Drell, “Our beautiful Bosmer re-joins us at last.”

Aeirawen smiled and crouched with the others.

She nodded greeting to Kelleryn and Deaconsson then said “It’s very cosy here, any closer and I’ll be taking you all home to meet my parents.”

J’Drell smiled, “These walls are put so some damned fool can’t just run a horse and burning carriage from all the way down there straight up into the Fort yard. Curse their lack of foresight in considering us all needing to hide behind it. Total lack of vision. Especially not thinking of Thedret’s ever expansion.”

“Drell, quiet...Something’s happening down there...” Thedret pointed towards the causeway’s end.

“Yes,” Said an Imperial shrugging off his Invisibility, “They’ve been joined by yet another company.”

“Carodus...” Thedret nodded a greeting, “How many’s that now?...We were in trouble before...”

“Well, if it was the seven of us...We may have to break a sweat, but with McWylde, Dinai and the others...”

“Seven General?” asked Kelleryn.

“Yes...” Carodus looked to J’Drell with a question in his eyes.

“Ooooh, meet our newest friend Sir Kelleryn Oreyn.”

“Oreyn?..As in Fighters Guild Modryn Oreyn?..”

Deaconsson snorted and smiled, “Yeah, his Uncle...”

“Ah, of course, the one with the...Impairment.” General Carodus Oholin held up his hand, “I mean no offence Oreyn, to you or your Uncles - Yes I’ve heard their names – I just mean...Your...Gift...It makes stealth...Difficult...Does it not?” He waved the topic away, “That’s for a later discussion, right now we have bigger issues. We’re going to be exposed soon.” The General looked up, “It’s light and we don’t know exactly how many we’re facing but I counted at least fifty.”

J’Drell hissed.

“Plus they have something else.” Continued the Imperial, “They have two large tinkers’ carts, the tall ones with the large wheels for crossing rough country where there’s no roads. There’s something in there. We couldn’t get close enough without feeling like we were about to be discovered.”

J’Drell shook his head, “Where are they getting so many men?..It can’t be a coincidence. I know you removed the guards from down there, but these others must have been coming here for this time anyway? Very paranoid behaviour otherwise.”

“I don’t think they’re all used to working together.” Said General Oholin, “It sounded like they were having problems with who’s in charge. It’ll keep them busy talking it through though.” He looked back down the causeway. “Jarn is watching them and will signal if they’re ready to move. We need to have some sort of plan in place now though.”

“Good idea,” Said General Dinai as he and Caroline ran crouched towards the knights. “Carodus.” He inclined his head towards the other general.

“Ah, Mazkay. Excellent. We need to talk. Over here.”

They crept back towards the entrance. Galasafon and his cargo drew up to them as they moved. “Generals,” He said to them and briefly looked towards the other knights, “As much as it pains me to say this, but may I suggest I return to Kvatch with this before anything else begins? I would hate to lose this grand prize so soon after it was so hard fought for.”

“Good idea.” Said Carodus, he looked to the Nord, “Though we’d need to spare one of the others too. Insurance.”

Dinai looked towards the causeway and back to Carodus with an eyebrow raised in a grim amusement.

Carodus shrugged. “Take Aeirawen, she’s the best rider. She’ll be the most use.”

Galasafon blinked and looked unsure for a moment, “Oh...The horses...Yes...” He nodded, “Generals.” He moved off to the Knights.

The Nord snorted quietly.

“Why is it always about sex with the Elves? Oh, no offence to your wife Mazkay.”

“None taken,” said Dinai with a faint smile.

General Mazkay Dinai was not young, not by any euphemistically twisted imagination was he young, but in the last few hours he’d felt alive in a way he’d completely forgotten about for years. He felt like he had as a Legion recruit again, fighting in Valenwood with all the righteous fury of the young.

With all the love he had for his wife he begged her forgiveness if he didn’t last the coming day, but by the Nine this was going to be fun.

However, Mazkay’s forty years of Legion experience listened as Carodus Oholin outlined the beginnings of a plan.

This post has been edited by McBadgere: Nov 4 2011, 05:51 AM

Another very fun read!

I really liked how Caroline used alteration magic to pull memories from the stones. Perfectly named and very handy indeed!

’Why is it always about sex with the Elves?’ Why indeed?

’However, Mazkay’s forty years of Legion experience listened as Carodus Oholin outlined the beginnings of a plan.’
Masterfully worded here!

Your quality of editing is excellent. I did happen to note a couple teeny things that slipped through however:
“We’ve briefly, superficially questioned them and they’re unaware of who had been here. They believe that they’re in the employ of a local nobleman who keeps a staff here, but never visits. They feed the troops...Any way their job dictates...But nothing more.
You’re missing the closing quotation here.

’He said the University call it,” she adopted a mock-professorial voice, “Geo-Thaumaturgical-Memoric-Retrieval.”
I recommend ‘calls’.

“These walls were are put so some damned fool can’t just run a horse and burning carriage from all the way down there straight up into the Fort yard.
I’d pick one of ‘were’ or ‘are’. Looks like one or the other was left over from a previous edit.

Like Acadian, I thought Caroline's use of magic to pull memories from the stones was a good touch. Very inventive. I like seeing writers taking magic and using it for more than the narrow focus of killing things, as the game presents it.

Also some nice banter in the second part. Thedret's expansion reminds me of some of the sniping between Neeshka and Khelgar.


A glow appeared around Caroline’s hand which danced and weaved around like an aurora.
This was an excellent line. At least what I can see you intended for it was. But it could use a comma between the two clauses. A simple trick I use is to try saying it out loud. When you want to stop for a breath, is usually where you want a comma. Like so:
A glow appeared around Caroline’s hand, which danced and weaved around like an aurora.

You are getting better with the ellipses. This is much easier to read then your first post. But there are still far too many. Even one a paragraph is way overdoing it. Most of the time there is no need for you to use them. For example: This isn’t his...Lair. should just be This isn’t his lair. (note that you want a singular form of lair here also, as it is not a proper noun in this context.

Remember that an ellipsis should be used to indicate an unfinished thought, or a sentence trailing off into silence. You use of it here: “Damn...” She said to herself. was perfect, as we can imagine Caroline's thoughts trailing off after her single curse.

Done...Mostly... ...

Cheers guys...Appreciated as always... ...

Acadian...I'd have thought pulling magical memories from stones would be Mysticism...But I will change it if I can get my head around it... ...Cheers for the things I missed in the edit...Appreciated...Oh, I thought that if someone was carrying on with a speech on a different line you didn't need a closing quotation on the previous one?...I may be wrong...Again, prepared to change it...

SubRosa...*Bows*...Thank you for your kind words...However...Too many...Elipses?...I don't know what you mean?... ...The one with Lair was meant to imply that she was searching for a less...Cheesy word...But thank you so much...

Thank y'all... ...

Please forgive me on a couple counts:

1. I agree that mysticism would be more appropriate. I should have said that instead of alteration.

2. On the dialogue punctuation, my nit was in error; you are exactly right about when carrying dialogue into a new paragraph. It is a technique I never use and learning it long ago obviously eluded me.

I'm so glad you called me on those!

Love the introductory elements- they add so much flavor to the story, giving a sense of the passage of time and the machinations behind the Oblivion Crisis.

Loved the "Walls Have Ears" spell- including the whole discussion of the Uni's "scientific name" for it.



Those darned Imperials and their... um... longswords....

And the last two sentences were simply a treat.

I think an S.G.M. is in order.

Found on the bottom of the note were three words – So it begins.

*shiver*

I love the Geo-Thaumaturgical-Memoric-Retrieval. Great to see the beautiful, scary Aeirawen again.

Cheers... ...

Acadian...What's to forgive?...I feel bad about calling you on it... ...

Treydog...Cheers...What's an S.G.M.? and will I need an overnight bag?... ...

Grits...Many many thanks...

It's heartening and encouraging to read that people are liking the stuff we do, isn't it?...

I'm never sure whether it's vain to admit I get shivers myself sometimes, when I read it back...Probably is...

Carly Simon admitted that that song really is about me you know?...And I was barely an upset stomach for my mother when it came out...That's how vain I am...But anyways...Cheers... ...

This post has been edited by McBadgere: Nov 5 2011, 03:01 PM

SPEW !!! The lette from Traven is priceless !! I nearly choked to death on the "Uncles," lol. Awesome Write !!


These letters that start your chapters are an inspired touch, HUGE addition to each chapter !!!

SPEW !!! This passage was another gem:




Ah, the memory stones! I think Destri touched on them in his "Interregnum!"


Another Awesome Write !! Great job, and intriguing world building !!

Another wonderful read, and I agree with the others, you are doing much better overall. The "read" is getting smoother, a nice flow. Keep it up, keep em coming....

Oh, I had to ask the same question regarding


"So good, more" nah, overnight bag isn't necessary, but it could be fun if it were......

Far be it from me to CORRECT someone else on the forum- (cough cough).

However... the ACTUAL translation is from the Nord-speak:

Story. Good. More.

Was used by some anonymous doggie in regard to minque's story 'cause minque is a "real-life" Nord.

Oh... ...Fair enough...*Puts bag away disappointedly*...

Thank you though... ...Appreciated...

More tomorrow maybe...

mALX...Cheers so much... ...Glad you're loving it...

Athynae...Thank you...Progress is a good thing...

And a good album acutually...But I digress... ...For a change...

Indeed... ...

This post has been edited by McBadgere: Nov 6 2011, 12:15 PM

NEW PARTS!!!... ...

I give up...I tried to stick to a schedule...But I can't...Take your time...They're not going anywhere... ...



1.4 – Old Friends.




...On the day the God War started, the God pulled two souls from the maelstrom and put them down on the fields of Aetherius.

“You have both ever been my Champions.” He said to them.

“Well I never was.” Said one.

The God smiled genuinely at him “I did like you.” Then he said, “I give you both a choice, but once it is made, it cannot be unmade. One choice offers an end. The other...Never. Stay, or go back. But if you choose to go back, there will be consequences, and I will not be able to help you.”

The other looked to someone standing beyond the God. “I’m staying. I can and will do no more. Enough.” He looked at his oldest friend and said goodbye. He looked to the God, nodded, then walked to the someone, and went on.

The God said quietly “As it should be,” then looked at the one and raised his eyebrow.

“Back.” The one said, “And I never was your Champion you know?”

The God laughed. The God put him back in the ruins. The God went hunting...



Taken from The God War, Book 1. – Author Unknown. Discovered in the Great Chapel of Alfarn, Bravil. 4E 01.




Knight-Commander Robert McWylde awoke, still sat in his chair near the hearth. While he had slept, a blanket had been put on him, covering his legs.

The clock on the mantle had the time as five in the morning. Looking about, he could see light through the curtains. Beyond the windows they covered, lay the city of New Kvatch.

Despite the lateness - or even the earliness - of hour, the fire in the grate still had some life, and by the smell there were still torches and candles lit.

He could hear the turning pages of a book somewhere behind him.

Robert looked towards the door and saw the Dark-Elf Maloryn, seeming similarly asleep on a chair with his legs stretched out across part of the door.

Watchdog, McWylde thought to himself.

“Ah, Robert. Excellent.” Said a voice from the other side of the room. “Here, a drink my friend.”

McWylde turned, smiled and extended a hand to his old friend. “Really? Archmage Ormandin playing nursemaid?”

The High-Elf raised an eyebrow in amusement “Yes well, if you tell anyone I shall deny ever knowing you at all.” The Altmer turned his head and gestured to the now fully alert Dark-Elf. Maloryn frowned questioningly but the High-Elf just waved him and gestured as if down the corridor outside. The Dunmer quietly left the room.

Archmage Seri Ormandin sat in the chair on the opposite side of the hearth and stared into the fire for a while. “If I’d known how much that ceremony had taken out of you...” He began.

“Nonesense,” said McWylde, “it’s just been a long few days is all.” He sighed and took another drink of the water. “It’s the curse again. Lighting the Allfire in the Chapel must have taken it out of me somewhat.” He smiled grimly and raised his cup to the fire. “The Nine bless High-Priest Madigan.”

Some High-Priests of the Nine had discussed the fact that the Dragonfires were no longer lit, and therefore Tamriel was still at risk from outside forces. They felt that some barrier needed to be in place. The High-Priest of Zenithar had put forward the idea of the Allfire, the combined might of The Nine. McWylde had been in on the discussions as the representative of Talos, but had remained neutral towards the whole thing. The other priests had agreed – mostly – so he had also said yes. Any extra protection from the Daedra was definitely a good thing.

“Indeed,” Said Ormandin and echoed the salute, “Do not trouble yourself over Madigan, his voice was the loudest in calling for the Allfire to be lit. He knew the risk. Did he not spend many days hereabouts planning for such a possibility?”

“I know,” McWylde’s bright green eyes moistened briefly, “Yes he did. He’d had everything planned.”



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McWylde thought back just a few days to walking out of New Kvatch's main gate with the High-Priest to see the park overlooking the valley. “Heh, just in case this is the last time I get to see the place eh?” Madigan had said.

“Nonesense my friend, we’ll be here on this bench same time next week.”

A sadness came into Madigan’s eyes, “Bless you my boy,” he’d said patting the side of McWylde’s face. He’d then actually pulled the Knight-Commander’s head down and kissed the top of it! High-Priest of Zenithar, Fadrin Madigan smiled “It has been an honour and a privilege knowing you Robert. Be here for them, always.” He’d gestured to the world.

He sighed, “Such a beautiful world...I have never thought Oblivion was really done with it, my boy. Watch and listen. They won’t shout so loud again.” Madigan looked up and over towards the coast.

“Ach, should be too lovely a day to be talking like this...Help me up my boy, we’ll walk some more.”

They’d walked amongst the young trees, not yet tall enough to produce canopy. “When the ritual is started we can’t stop it. To light the Allfire, the Gods will be called, and though no-one can see them, they will be stood right behind us, and their power will flow through us. I know you are God-blessed already but don’t forget my boy, you are also God-cursed as well. I don’t think any of us will be much use for a while.” He added quietly, “If ever again.”

McWylde had winced but said nothing.

Shortly though, he smiled again as the old priest laughed at a butterfly fluttering from flower to flower and marvelled that Madigan could see Buzzards wheeling over the woods in the valley.

Suddenly the old man stopped. “That’s it...That’s enough.” He took one last look around. “Come on my boy...It’s late, I’m old and I want my tea...” He put his hand on McWylde’s arm, “Love that beautiful woman of yours and curse be damned, have some Damned children! Love them with everything you have to give. Be good. Be careful and always, always keep The Faith Robert.” They started back, “We will both be busy before the ceremony, I may not see you before...Take care Robert.” They’d walked in silence after that.



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“I refused to say goodbye to him.” Robert said to the Archmage.

“And he’d be the first to cuff you about the ear if he heard you lamenting him like this.”

Robert let out a laugh, “True”.

They sat watching the fire for a while, the door opened and McWylde saw it was Maloryn bearing a tray of bread, cheese, apples and a pitcher of warm honeyed tea.

“Wow Seri, he’s both bodyguard and butler,” marked Robert with a smile.

“Oh yes, man of many talents.”

Maloryn put the tray down on the table and bowed with a smile in his eyes, then went to stand next to the door.

The Knight-Commander of the Knights of the Nine and the Archmage of the Arcane University sat down to an early breakfast.

Robert offered the Dark-Elf some of the tea but Maloryn shook his head once and held a hand up to decline.

“I should have not kept you talking so long last night though,” said the Archmage, “Most selfish of me. Your fusspot assistant thought so too.” He smirked.

“Seri, I have not seen you since you left for High Rock, what was it? Four years ago? Then you just turn up out of the aether as Archmage of the Arcane University? There’s quite a tale behind that.” Robert shook his head, “I think even Tauren will forgive me the indulgence.”

“Yes well, having covered the tale last night, all there is left to say is - I’m sorry my friend, I’m sorry it took an occasion such as this for me to visit. I had all intentions on coming to see your magnificent work here...” Ormandin paused, “But the University was...In disarray...After I had taken care of the Necromancers, it’s taken all of mine and Raminus’ time pulling it all together again. Raminus has been magnificent.

Really, though they made me Archmage, he has as much right to be here, now, as I.” He raised his mug of tea in toast towards Imperial City.

“With all respect to Raminus Polus, I wouldn’t be spending the night talking with him in my personal quarters.” Said McWylde.

“You should come talk with him for a time though. Robert, you know that I can count the people that I call friend on the fingers of one hand. And two of them are in this room. Raminus is one of the others. His stories are easily the equal of mine. His road has been long for a ‘mere’ human.”

McWylde laughed at this. “As have the roads of some other ‘mere’ humans I can mention around here.”

“The Elf-blood that is your grandfather’s legacy makes you more than human.”

“I wasn’t talking about me. Anyhow, soon I shall come visit your towers. I haven’t been near the University for many a year. Not since the Legio training. It’ll be nice to see the place again. And we can talk Raminus to sleep.” He smiled.

Robert turned to look at the clock and sighed.

“Your wife?” Asked Ormandin.

Robert nodded and ate some more bread. “I know it was late when Caroline went, and it’s a few miles up the road but...I can’t shake this feeling there’s something wrong. Very wrong.”

“Oh there is my boy...There really is...” Said a voice from the end of the table.

Immediately McWylde and Ormandin were on their feet, scattering their chairs. Both had called spells to their hands and although McWylde was swaying somewhat, both were standing ready for battle. Maloryn had crossed the room in an instant. His daggers poised, ready to throw.

The stranger was still sat, continuing to eat the block of cheese he’d picked up from the table. He looked up and blinked his eyes at the three men facing him.

“Oh dear, how rude of me.” He said and frowned. The stranger raised a hand and suddenly everything was different. The three were now seated again and all that had been scattered was replaced as it was. Robert noticed the birds’ dawn chorus had stopped and that the clock was also no longer ticking.

Maloryn made to get up but the stranger just looked at him and said “Stay.” Maloryn’s hands seemed glued to the chair and he stopped struggling to get up...”Good boy.” The stranger said.

Robert looked at the newcomer. He seemed to be an older man with short white hair and an unkempt white beard. His eyes seemed to twinkle, as if lit from within. It reminded McWylde of starlight somehow.

“That’s better,” the man said, “No need for all that shooting about, so noisy at this time of the morning. This really is excellent cheese Robert. Skingrad? We never had any like this in my day. Wonder why? Should go and see if I can take some back with me. Yes, I think I might.” The man frowned, seeing the looks on the faces watching him, “What?”

Robert gestured about and then towards the old man. “Oh...Oh yes...How soon you forget Robert.” He changed his appearance briefly and said “Look well on this Chapel of Dibella!” Before changing back to his previous appearance.

“Prophet!” Robert had exclaimed.

“Yes, I was once...For a while...But now I’ve remembered who I am. And I think it’s time I changed things.”

“Talos...” Robert started to say.

“No.” The old man shook his head. “Not Talos. Tiber...”

This post has been edited by McBadgere: Nov 16 2012, 04:37 AM

GAAAAH !!! Tiber Septim returned? ... and ... evil? URK !!! Awesome Write !!!

“Most selfish of me. Your fusspot assistant thought so too.”

Great descriptions that are very fun to read.

So I learned that Robert is the husband of Caroline (I remember her) and the boss of KOTN and old friends with the Archmage himself. I’m guessing this occurred at the Priory of the Nine.

And they were interrupted by the Prophet, only a very, very, even Ninishly powerful one. Tiber. . . .

This is great fun!

Ooopsie...No, it's set in his quarters in New Kvatch...I shall edit that in somewhere... ...

Cheers for noticing that... ...

mALX...Tiber's not evil, why would he be evil?...you'll see... ...

Edit...Done!...

This post has been edited by McBadgere: Nov 7 2011, 07:10 AM