Again, you add the dimension of scent as Maxical unrolls and ponders the bed mat. She shares her concerns and jealousy so well in this scene.

When she discovers the blood stains left by Fathis, it broke her heart. Once again, no one captures raw emotion better than you, mALX.

A very well done scene with Malan. You really display the captivating vampire and the confused, vulnerable Maxical wrapped up in his soothing spell. What a knife edge you have us on as Maxical simultaneously hates Malan while seeking his comfort.

Hey, slow down!

The Bloodworks break in. Nice. Nothing like sneaking in with Chamelon spells and pink forms! Poor Maxical faced loads of vamps all turning their heads to virgin blood. Maxical must do something about that...trout or not! Eyja is a hottie! Mc-bee did a good work! Malan truly comes out as a charming badazz in the second chapter here. Same as always(good thing). And Fathis bloody stains left behind only worstens the situation. I loved his archaic vocabulary as well. Are you going to write more chapters on his point of view at all, or just Maxical's? Just a simple question, no hostility involved .

This post has been edited by Darkness Eternal: Jul 3 2012, 12:35 AM

The armor from Fathis had been repaired, even the scratches had been sanded with a fine paper and buffed. There was no doubt in my mind Gils had done it. I know his work, know him…that was something Gils would do.

I found this to be really touching. It reminds me of holding the last shirt that was folded a certain way. Painfully real.

But then Maxical grieving over the bloodstain was just heartbreaking. Malan has my brain twisted up in knots, and I’m only reading the story! You convey the complications between them so well!

Glad I'm not the only one.

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@ King Coin - Thank you so much KC !! You are right, when everything around you has changed it means everything to have that one familiar thing you can look at and remember when things were good. And you are right again, Malan caught her at her most vulnerable point, she was beyond defending herself. Thanks again, KC !!

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@ Acadian - You made my day with this comment, Thank You so very much Acadian !! You brought up everything I was trying to get across in that chapter, and so hoped would! You ROCK !!

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@ Darkness Eternal - Lol, that was five days apart, but I think it took place while your laptop was AWOL, lol. No offense taken on your Malan question.

Malan is the Arch enemy of the story, but is just now appearing physically in it (not just having his exploits referred to) - so there will be plenty more about and from him as he moves into position to take over the Palace. Thanks so much Darkness !!

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@ Grits - Thank you so very much Grits! Your example reminded me of keeping a child's room untouched long after they've been gone from home - (things mothers do when husbands want a new pooltable room, lol).

Writing Malan's part is excrutiating. I want him to balance a hugely charismatic personality (while looking like a toad) and tender the evil he does with logical reasonings (why he does them) that Uriel may see through as BS, but Maxical may not. I hope all that is coming across.

Malan does nothing that doesn't benefit him. He has a reason he is messing with Maxical, she just hasn't figured that out yet.

Thank you again, Grits !!!


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Chapter 155: Escaping Malan


Malan picked up my wedding hand and started to slide Fathis’s ring back on me. He hesitated, staring at Gils‘s ring on my wedding finger.

“I wear it on this hand. You just removed it from here, remember?” I held up my other hand.

By the expression on his face he was clearly scanning his memory. “It has always been on your other hand before.” He spoke distractedly under his breath and continued staring steadily at Gils‘ ring.

He had only seen me once with Fathis’s ring on, how could he know which hand I always wore it on?

It suddenly struck me that he also had to have known Fathis’s ring would block magic spells, or why would he have removed it? How did he know that?

What ring is this? Pretty.” His voice held a note of curiosity that didn‘t reach his bulgy eyes. They looked almost suspicious, what was that about?

“That’s the Jewel of the Rumare, I can’t drown when wearing it.”

“Did you hear a bad weather prediction?”

“No, just…” I plucked Fathis’s ring back and slid it on the ring finger of my right hand.

“It’s just that my stuff has been here at the Arena since war broke out. I’m bringing it all back to the Palace with me. I’ve felt the need of my things around me there, something familiar from my life before all this happened.”

His eyes suddenly reflected a ludicrous degree of revelation as if he‘d just uncovered a deep mystery.

“Ah, this must be the ring of young Gils. You’ve put your safety at risk to come here, why?”

“You know why, I do what I must to protect myself. You’ve been in the Palace seeking the throne, I can’t have my blood blamed as the draw. And I want to know who is my friend and who just seeks a meal from me.”

“And which do you think Dagoth-Malan is? Did I not just bring you solace for hours and nary once take what was before me?”






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“How did you do it?”

“Truth? Your grief. To take and not kill, I’d have to mate with you. Can’t very well do that when you’re grieving. The thought of you dead at my hands kept the nature at bay.”

He cupped his hand under my chin, raising my face to his. “I said if you came to me, it would be your own free choice. I never said I’d watch you go to another.”

What did he mean by that?

“What could it possibly be to you, Malan? Just one more drop of blood in a city full? He’s my husband, he has my mysteries. As a Chimer yourself, you know I have to go to him.”

“Fathis invalided that marriage by wedding you after it, now Gils faces Dunmer law for breaking tenets.”

“Gils taught me well in the laws, I know my marriage to him stands valid. Fathis didn’t attend our wedding night, and was killed without giving me even one of his mysteries. I fully intend to put the matter before Divayth Fyr when I inform him of Fathis‘s death so he can appoint another Arbiter.”

“What did you say?”

“Fathis died without bringing charges against Gils. He took his mysteries to the grave with him. The new Arbiter must decide to either give me Fathis’s mysteries and kill Gils or validate my marriage to him. Since Fathis was Arbiter it isn’t likely they will give me his mysteries, so my marriage to Gils will stand. Until the new Arbiter is appointed and decides, I will continue to treat my marriage to Gils as valid.“

“Another has already been appointed. The Arbiter from Vvardenfell sits beneath you.”

I felt a chill go down my spine. Dear gods, he held the power over Gils‘ life. No doubt his decision would rest on his wanting my blood. Till now he’d shown me kindness every time we met, my only hope would be an appeal. I sat up and turned to fully face him so he could see in my eyes the depth of how important this was to me.

“Malan, please. I am already sealed to Gils by Azura, I have to be with him. He has followed Dunmer law to the letter, taught me all his mysteries but the seven he couldn‘t. I want my husband to teach me, not someone who just craves my blood. Besides, I can‘t comfort with you when you‘re an enemy to the throne I‘m sworn to protect.”

“You mean consort. And you already have been. Who have you turned to for solace from pain thrice now? You‘ve learned Dunmer law well, then you know the decision on whether tenets were broken falls to me.”

“I know. Malan, please? I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, you know I do. Aye; you came to me in my grief thrice, but all three unbidden. And remember I saved your life. Please just let my blood go and let my husband have me, it can’t be worth the trouble I will bring on you.”






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“Now what trouble could you bring on Dagoth-Malan?”

“You know well how the Khajiit seal works. I’m sealed to Gils, and any threats to him will invoke Azura’s wrath in me. Also, you killed the Arbiter you replaced and seek my blood. There has to be law that covers that. Everyone knows you seek Uriel’s throne, and I’m sworn by Akatosh to protect it. We know you’ve breeched the Palace. I’ll act against you if forced to.”

“You sit in my lap and thank me sweetly, then in the next breath tell me you’ll have to kill me? And don’t even stand up first? You’re fearless, Lass. You’ve challenged Dagoth-Malan now, thrown the gauntlet down. Battle is in my blood. I chose that line because battle excites them, they live for it. You don’t know what you do to me, Lass.”

He proceeded to show me. His eyes glowed fire and he tried to kiss me, bringing an onslaught of passion and moves that not even Gils could have matched. Two things were growing rapidly, one in his lap. The other was his fangs.

Malan’s strength was tremendous, there was no way to fight him off or stop him, not from this position. He was using his Chimer mysteries to try me, obviously going to mate me first then drink my blood; he‘d admitted as much not five minutes ago.

Malan’s fangs shot a rush of searing juices almost down my throat before I was able to stop them. All I could think of was that attack from Vicente, and then suddenly I remembered how quickly his own juices had ended Vicente’s lust.

Both Sir Damien and Malan himself said he didn‘t want to kill, ending his lust may stop the attack completely. Another thought struck me then, Hannibal said spells could be cast against him using his own juices as a catalyst.

His lips stayed on mine while I squirmed around till my face was over his. I let the juices drizzle back into his mouth, casting the Love Slave spell. He pulled back in surprise and I whispered “Malan, stop” while my mouth hovered closely over his.

The spell was cast, I felt it leave my fingers, felt the response in him. I just hoped it worked like it was supposed to. His reaction was the same as Vicente’s had been when my breath hit the juices in his mouth, and just as instantaneous. His lust was spent immediately. In his moment of shock I leaped off and raced across the room, grabbing up my sword and spinning to face him.

Dear gods, had I killed him? Malan lay there not moving, from where I stood I could see his heart pounding wildly like it may come out of his chest. I inched closer, my blade at the ready in case he moved. He didn’t.

He was completely vulnerable, the pulsing vein in his neck virtually unhindered by any cover. Should I plunge my blade into his neck? It would be so easy, end him now. He could have drank my blood and didn’t, instead he’d helped me in my grief. Dear gods, what should I do?






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“Malan?” I whispered, but I don‘t think he could hear me. There was no reaction. I doubt he could see me either, by the glassy unfocused look in his eyes. Could he smell or think, read thoughts still? Dear gods, what should I do? His defenses were completely down, I should be killing him…but couldn’t. Not when he’d just helped me instead of killing me.

Just then he stirred, chewing an obviously thickened tongue and weakly flailing one heavily uncoordinated arm. I nearly jumped out of my fur when his hand weakly grabbed at my arm, but managed to pull myself from his grasp with ease.

His eyes were just as glassy, but now held a serene look of extreme pleasure. Well, that made perfect sense, since he‘d just cast his load within his loincloth…but how would I know if the spell worked that he couldn’t harm me? Should I stand like a dummy and wait to find out? Better not. I slid the bolt on one door, barely cracking it and instantly saw the pink outline of his army still standing at the ready across the doorway.

Would they let me pass? Probably not. I cast chameleon and jerked open the door, barreling through them, and leaping over the railing to the mezzanine below and then down to the Arena floor. I shot across through the battling army and Crimson Scars to Pork Chops’s cage and slid back in, bolting the gate behind me as the hissing vampires started charging behind me.

There was nothing quiet about my entry into the bathing area, I slammed the door shut and rammed the bolt across loudly, creating havoc amongst the soldiers in there. Thank goodness for my chameleon, they couldn’t see what to hit and I escaped with only minor damage. I ducked out and ran back to the storage room, ramming the shield in place to bar the door.







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I didn’t know if I’d ever catch my breath, it came in heaving gasps from the panic that was just now releasing. I was safe now, but what about Gils?

Legally Malan could take Fathis’s stand against Gils if he was the new Arbiter. And the very last sign Fathis gave to Gils was that he would not stop till Gils was dead. Dear gods, why was Malan doing this? Just for my blood?

With the war on no couriers were carrying letters, but even if they were there was no time to send all the way to Morrowind for Divayth Fyr. Malan could act against Gils any minute, especially if I had enraged him by escaping.

I wished I’d never come here today, wished I’d never learned about Gils supposedly cheating with Captain Renault. It seemed so long ago since we were together last, the past two weeks felt like a lifetime. A lot had changed since then...everything had changed. But could Gils have forgotten us that quickly? All our plans for moving to Anvil, I know he loved me then. But Sir Damien was an information specialist, he wouldn’t have lied about it. And those two mats were pushed together.

The sound of the Bloodworks door slamming and a crowd of voices jarred me up quickly. Gils may be among them. I heard the female voice first, then a few minutes later heard Owyn’s beautiful familiar voice bellowing.

Dear gods I wished this was all a nightmare, that I’d step out the door to see Andronicus drunk and Gils laughing. I’d even be glad to see Horsky practicing in our Bloodworks again.

I didn’t cast chameleon, just kicked the shield from under the doorknob and charged out into the line of troops coming down the steps. I couldn’t see him for the mass of tall men coming down the steps and milling about in the room. They all looked the same armored and helmeted.

“Owyn!”

There was movement from the middle of the room, then a short stout armor was coming toward me fast. He pushed through two burly men and picked me up off the ground in spite of my armor and pack. We hugged for a long time.

“You’re alive!” Whether he’d admit it or not Owyn’s cheeks were damp, not just from my own tears.



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This post has been edited by mALX: Jul 7 2012, 01:45 AM

“Now what trouble could you bring on Dagoth-Malan?”
He knoweth not of which he speaketh.

Yikes, Maxical barely escaped that one! Swapping juices with a vampire. Those alternative methods of losing her virginity via horkers, horses or trout to stop the madness are starting to sound better all the time!

Aww, how nice to see Owyn! Perhaps he will have news of Gils?

“It has always been on your other hand before.”
Whoa. He’s been watching you…

I expected him to not give the ring back to be honest. Didn’t Fathis enchant it? He did.

How did Malan become Arbiter? Yikes now he holds what is precious to Maxical. She’s not helping by showing him how important Gils is!

Amazing! I didn’t expect that she would be able to stop him once he decided to start!! I know what I’d like her to do now, but I have a feeling he’s still got a hold over her. Whooh, she got out of there. I feel such relief now. Lol.

Owyn! As much as I don’t like the arena, it’s so nice to see him again!

Hahahahaha.

So Malan is trying to get something out of Maxical, eh? Oh oh! Rape! This was a disturbing see, seeing Maxical squirm and try to get away from Malan's overpowering might. . That was a close call and to see she didn't have the courage to smite down Malan when she had the chance was most dissapointing and yet at the same time relieving! It shows Maxical is still unsure about herself and that means Malan is still alive!

How many times is Maxical going to notice things that Malan shouldn't know, before she adds them up and understands? I do notice that she only has these insights when there's nobody else to share them with, who might do better than she does.

I hope Owyn's a real one, and not Malan's next disguise!

Argh, so close!! But she may forget all about this after the vampire juice swapping incident.


You got me back for the coffee spew!! ROFL!!


Owyn’s appearance was so welcome after this sad thought! I hope he has some good news about Gils…

As seemingly unimportant as that last line is, I really liked it...

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@ Acadian - Lol, you owe me a monitor for that comment, you had me rolling !! ROFL !!! Thank you so much, Acadian !!

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@ King Coin - Thank you so much KC !!! Ooh, good thought! I never thought about Malan keeping the ring! Maxical made an even bigger mistake by telling Malan that Fathis had been Arbiter. Since he didn't know that about Fathis, he is probably lying - but Maxical doesn't know that. Thanks again, KC !!!!

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@ Darkness Eternal - You are exactly right, she is used to only fighting enemies that are attacking. She isn't sure how to act when one is being nice. Thank you so very much Darkness!

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@ Ghastley - Lol, Owyn is the real one! Maxical has never been a great thinker, but she has a bit too much on her mind to start thinking now, lol. Thank you so much Ghastley!

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@ Grits - Thank you so very much Grits! I'm so glad you liked that 'weather prediction' line, I was afraid it went over like a lead balloon or something, lol. You ROCK !!!

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@ Zalphon - Homesick for happier days, you are right! Thank you so much Zalphon!


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Chapter 156: Confronting Captain Renault



It caused a bit of hooting, but I pulled Owyn into the storage room so we could talk privately.

“Owyn, why hasn’t Gils come for me?”

“Gils said you were dead, that the vampires got you! He saw one impersonating Fathis taking you down into the sewers. He volunteered for the sewers to search for you. It‘s bad out there, Maxical. I‘ve been working the Arena, but you don‘t want to know what‘s been going on in those sewers.”

“Captain Renault knew I was alive, she threw me out of here to set up this post! Baurus was with her, Itius Hayn and Hieronymus Lex all knew I was alive. Why did Gils still think I was in the sewers?”

“Those guys don’t work the sewers, he’d never run into them. Baurus and Captain Renault knew? Gils told me they got Fathis, Maxical. Poor [censored] didn’t have a chance. Gils tried to stop them from desecrating his body, but he said it was too late already to save him. I’m sorry, Maxical.”

“I…I know. I want to ask about everyone, but first I want to know about Gils. Owyn, is he cheating on me with Captain Renault?”

Owyn shifted uncomfortably before answering, he knew something. My stomach churned into a knot and felt like it burned with acid.

“How the hell would I know?”

“Because you know everything about your fighters. I need to know what’s going on, I heard they are sleeping together in the bathing room.”

“I won’t lie to you, Maxical. She’s been after him like you wouldn’t believe, worse than Horsky was. Whether she caught him or not, I don’t know. He worked extra shifts in the sewers to avoid her, I will tell you that. It‘s truth.”

“She knew I was alive, Owyn. Ocato knew I was staying at the Palace in the family quarters. Uriel Septim commanded Gils come to the Palace almost two weeks ago. He is livid his orders weren‘t obeyed. Uriel is transferring Gils to the Palace permanently now. Will you see he gets the message personally and not through Captain Renault?”

“I’ll tell him if I see him, but she may not let him leave. You know she’s his boss, right?”

“She can’t override the Emperor’s orders or she‘ll be court-martialed.”

“What the hell does Uriel have you doing for him?“

He was obviously trying to change the subject. Owyn knew more than he was telling. Dear gods, it was true.

“So far just security, but when the war ends I have to publicly execute several prisoners.”

“Security! What kind of security can he have knowing you’re over it?”

“I’m not over it, just part of it. Geez, Owyn.”

Owyn’s grin made me feel homesick, and from the look in his eyes I was pretty sure he’d missed the easy camaraderie of the Bloodworks in normal times as much as I did.







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“Where is Andronicus? Have you heard anything about Alix and S’Jirra?”

“Andronicus was moved to some women’s refugee camp, then to one of the house shelters they set up. S’Jirra is in one of them too. Alix has been working the Arena, but when he’s shifted he goes to wherever S’Jirra is to sleep with her.”

“He and Ocato both go home every night, Gils should have been coming home to me. How could he think I was dead when Captain Renault knew I lived? She gave me her pants to leave in!”

“If she knew and didn’t tell him, you know why. This isn’t my Bloodworks right now, Maxical. Whatever you do, just make sure there aren’t any witnesses so you don’t end up in jail or worse.”

“I’ll be careful, but she’s going down. I’m not leaving here without Gils, I have orders from Uriel to bring him back with me.” I lied.

“You can’t go back now, it’s past curfew. It’s dark out there, the vampires are in the streets.”

“Dear gods, it’s after dark? I sure can’t leave, they’ll smell my virgin blood from a mile away.”

“Who you trying to kid with this virgin blood? Oh yeah, you’re too stupid to know that goes away when you [censored]. You ain’t no virgin anymore you idiot! What do you think you and Gils were doing in there all that time?” Owyn held up his hands and made a graphic gesture of a hole with one hand, running one finger from his other hand in and out of it.

“No we didn’t. Fathis held that promise over me so we couldn’t. I’m still a virgin.”

“You lying sack! Ain’t no way you can tell me you and Gils did nothing in there!”

“Just [censored] [censored] and [censored], stuff like that. We haven’t [censored].” I did Owyn’s graphic hand gesture.

“You have got to be kidding me! Man, Gils may be dumber than you, or smarter than any of us. I’ll have to think about it when I’m not so worn out.”






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“Is Eyja still here?”

Owyn’s eyes lit up. “Eyja is here? Where?”

“She was in the bathing room talking to Baurus last I saw her.”

“Well there goes my chance. That guy‘s hung…”

“Don’t describe it to me. I saw the damn thing, and may have nightmares from it. Owyn, if it’s dark where is Gils? He can’t work the sewers at night, and only the Battlemages are working the streets nights.“

“He could be at the healers.”

“If you see him, tell him I‘m staying in this storage room tonight. And I want to know where Captain Renault sleeps.”

“She took your mat, said she needed Gils’ protection. Gils threw her off it and rolled up your mat, but she pushed another up to it.”

“So she has been sleeping in the mat pushed up next to his?”

Owyn shifted uncomfortably before answering again. “She has.”

“If Gils doesn’t return, will you stay in here with me and Eyja so we’re not alone? We need protection.”

Owyn liked that idea. His eyes lit up and he went off to bathe immediately.

I felt sick to my stomach, all but sure Gils had succumbed to Captain Renault’s pressure. But if he was staying in Owyn’s office as I suspected, maybe he really was avoiding her advances.

The best way to find out would be to stay in chameleon till I knew what was going on. Vampires or not, I was finding Gils tonight. Unless I found proof they had mated, I’d only hit her once as a warning.

I yanked the gauntlet off my right hand and dug in my waistband for the steel knuckles I’d brought with me, the ones I’d ‘borrowed’ from Captain Renault’s own bedroom.

As mad as I was right now I doubted I’d need a spell to speed my arm movement, but loaded it anyway before sliding the steel over my fingers. The gauntlet was hard to pull back on over them, but I finally got it tugged into place.

As badly as I would have liked to use a barb or spike this had to look like a clean fight to anyone watching, and the Bloodworks was filled with witnesses. Owyn would swear he saw nothing, but these others may take Captain Renault’s side.






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When Owyn came back, I was shocked to see his fight robe on over his armor. “Owyn, I don’t need help taking her down.”

“No, but if these others jump you for it, I’ll be ready to stop them.” He showed me the door weight sack under his robe.

“Thanks, Owyn.”

“Ain’t you packing?” Owyn glanced over me.

“Just this, feel my gauntlet. Steel knuckles. It‘s got to look like a fair fight, so I’ll only claim my right to hit her once. I just want to make sure it‘s a good one.”

“I didn’t see Eyja in the bathing room, but Captain Renault is in there. Gils wasn‘t there.”

“Eyja’s in chameleon. I will be too till I see if she is in there mating with Gils. If she is, you may need to pull me off her.”

“I’ll stop you, don’t worry.”

“Flank me so we can take on any jumpy soldiers that take exception to their commander going down. When does Gils usually get in?”

“I haven’t seen him in several days, Maxical. Maybe he’s going home with Alix. It’s dark, he’d be here if he was coming.”

“What’s going on?” Eyja’s voice whispered in my ear.

“GAAAAH!”

“Shut up, you idiot!” She dispelled her chameleon to Owyn’s delight. His eyes bulged when he saw her outfit.

“Eyja, this is Owyn, BattleMaster for the Blue Thunder. Owyn, this is my friend Eyja.” I waited till they had greeted before continuing.






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“From what Owyn says, Captain Renault has been putting pressure on Gils to mate with her regardless of her position as his commander. She hasn‘t been discreet about it, either. Owyn either doesn’t know if Gils succumbed or isn’t telling to spare my feelings. Did you learn anything from Baurus?”

“No more than you did. Baurus can’t stand her, but she ranks him.”

“Owyn is coming to stand ready in case anyone doesn’t like me knocking her out. If you can’t fight, best stay in a safe place.”

Eyja cuffed her lacy sleeves up to her elbows. “I’m in.”

“Won’t you need armor? There is plenty here.”

“I don’t need armor.”

Owyn’s eyes bugged. “You going to fight in that outfit? There goes my aim.” He grinned at her, looking like a goblin when he did. Dear gods, I’d missed him.

“Eyja, we can’t kill anyone. This is strictly a fight. No weapons unless a challenge is thrown, even if they draw first. Our dispute is with her, not them. If they jump, we knock them out…period. If no one jumps and she doesn‘t strike me back, it‘s all over. If she strikes me back, it is on. If I catch them mating, someone may have to pull me off her.”

“Someone may need to pull me off her too.” She looked up at Owyn with those sultry eyes of hers.

“Quit distracting my back up till the fight’s over. You and I will be in chameleon till we know something. Eyja, do you have any scrolls so I can duplicate this ring for Owyn? He has to know where we are at all times when we’re in chameleon.”

“I’ve got a spare.” She made a play of slipping it on and off his finger suggestively.

“Dear gods, he’ll never be able to fight if you keep this up! Now are we ready?”

Owyn and Eyja nodded.






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“I’ll do the talking. Owyn, stay back five till it starts, then flank my right. Eyja, flank my left because I don‘t know how you fight and I‘m right handed. Stay in chameleon till I call your name. That will be right before I hit her, so as soon as you dispel do something to distract. Lift your skirt, adjust your breasts…anything that will get the men in the room looking at you and not me.“

Eyja grinned at me. “This is going to be fun! Just don’t get in front of me by accident. I can take down a roomful at once with my thu’um. They won‘t die, but they may wish they had.”

I looked at her in awe. “You are a woman of many talents!”

“You have no idea.” She winked at Owyn and raised her eyebrows twice.

Eyja and I cast chameleon and led the way, she stayed on my left. There was no moonsugar on my tongue, I already knew Gils would not be there.

We entered the bathing area and there she was in a filmy black nightgown and hugged over closely to Gils’ mattress even though it was empty, no doubt waiting for him. My hair felt on fire and my blood began boiling.

We got into position before dispelling the chameleon, Owyn stayed back five foot and tried to look nonchalant like he just happened to be standing there in a robe. Eyja moved so we were spread across the corner. I dispelled my chameleon and kicked Captain Renault’s foot. I was trying to sound official, but even I could hear the rage in my voice.

“Captain Renault.”


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This post has been edited by mALX: Jul 10 2012, 11:06 AM

GAAAH! Owyn is truly well! So Fathis is...gone? .



This was comical, it brought out a few chuckles from me.

Another funny one:

And the search for Gils ensues with Maxical! Captain Renault is in deep trouble now after he little cheating scenario! I am truly stoked to see what Max is going to do with that gauntlet, and is she's truly going to smack away at the Captain! Good ol teamup with Owyn and Eyja and someone might just break those rules of engagement, I reckon.

This post has been edited by Darkness Eternal: Jul 10 2012, 02:20 PM

I hope Maxical remembers this! Gils asked to go into the sewers for her, and worked extra shifts down there to stay away from the whip lady!

It was good to hear that Alix and S’Jirra are still living and able to see one another.

Owyn had me rolling with his delicate discussion of why Maxical can’t still be a virgin, and then she made me laugh even harder. It made me want to go back and read the early Arena parts again, when everyone was there and all talking at once. I’d like to quote all of the Owyn parts, I missed him too!

Finally, Maxical gets to DO something about the Gils situation! I can’t imagine that it all won’t end up sideways, but it’s so great to see her riled up and ready to pound Captain Renault!!

So good to see Owyn again, and you’ve lost none of your touch with his speech and mannerisms. Speaking of mannerisms:
“You have no idea.” She winked at Owyn and raised her eyebrows twice.
There’s Eyja’s trademark!

Renault is quite the piece of. . . work.

Maxical’s really drawn up a full assault plan! Fight’s on!

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! This is going to be kickas.s

Gils thought SHE was dead? Oh yeah, she was carried down by a vampire…

Owyn knows enough about Gils to be worried that he’s cheating, but Maxical is interpreting that worry into knowledge.

The pants comment made me wonder briefly if Maxical was fully clothed. Maxical and Owyn’s swearing and hand gestures had me rolling!

“If Gils doesn’t return, will you stay in here with me and Eyja so we’re not alone? We need protection.”

Owyn liked that idea. His eyes lit up and he went off to bathe immediately.
I’m sure!

His eyes bulged when he saw her outfit.
And I’m sure that’s not the only thing that bulged!

Renault’s going to get it! Uriel’s just going to love this. I’m already grinning in anticipation of Renault getting her assets kicked and then Uriel’s reaction to all of this!

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@ Darkness Eternal - Thank you so much Darkness! Yeah, Owyn in my story would fit right into the Bloodworks in your Kraven story, lol. And you are right, it is on now, lol. Thanks again !!

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@ Grits - I have really missed the Bloodworks too, there was a chemistry between (Owyn, Andronicus, Gils, and Maxical) that worked just right in there. Owyn stayed his raunchy self in spite of the war, lol. Thank you so very much, Grits !!!!!

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@ Acadian - Thank you so much Acadian !! Eyja's eyebrows: I never used to like her in the game till she took on the Dark Brotherhood in Maxical's first story. I was just using her exact game dialogue and suddenly realized how funny it was. She had me in hysterics, and took over the keyboard with her own personality. (then she took over the story when I turned her loose on the Cheydinhal crew of the DB, lol). I have been killing myself trying to find a way to bring her meeting with Vicente into this version of Maxical's story, lol.

I am so glad you felt Owyn in that write, that he didn't lose any of his personality through that gap of time since we'd seen him last. I had to go back and read all his lines in the early chapters to keep him just as he was - and I didn't want Owyn changed by this war. I wanted him to be like a rock, not even the destruction of the city able to shake who he is, that is exactly what I hoped would come across.

Thank you so much again, Acadian !!!



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@ King Coin - Thank you so much KC !!! Yeah, both things you predicted are def going to happen, lol. Thanks again KC !!


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