The Companionable Adventure of Sir J'Zirlo of New Kvatch Options

[McBadgere]

This story has characters which will eventually appear in the fiction of Knights of The Nine - New Kvatch, and is part of that story's timeline, so to help, here are a couple of links to it's characters and the timeline that it follows...

Please enjoy!...


Dramatis Personnae



KOTN Timeline



11/02/13
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Umm...I started doing some journal thing for the Khajiit character I created for Skyrim, called J'Zirlo...It does fit in with the KOTN:NK storyline, but, as with the main story, it's taken on a life of its own and is expanding rapidly into the realm of fan-fic rather than what should be in the "What you're doing" thread...

So I beg your indulgance for the less heavygoing in the Divine/Timejumping-ness journal of Sir J'Zirlo of New Kvatch...

Oh, btw...Cunningly concealed within the journal are spoilers to the entire Companions questline...If you've done it, it's fine...If you don't want to be spoiled...*Shrugs*... ...

The first bit is the original thing I posted after I created J'Zirlo...The rest is the journal as it stands so far, any new bits won't be as long...What do you mean Hooray? ..

Thank you...


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"To where are you bound, friend Shaade?" J'zirlo asked.

"Riften. J'Drell asked me to see if I can muster up anything there. You?"

"Aaah...Khajiit is headed for Winterhold. That is where my scrawny reared kitten of a brother was headed. To that college up on the hill."

"A mage?" asked the Imperial Knight. "I had no idea."

"HAH!...He wishes." The large khajiit laughed. "No, he has grand ideas...But...Ach...Khajiit does his kin a great disservice. J'zargo is a decent warrior in his own right, just...Not as good as I." J'zirlo raised an eyebrow.

"Well, khajiit goes left, you, my friend, go right."

Shaade ran her hand down the length of her ponytail to straighten it, then held her hand out to J'zirlo. They clasped forearms.

"May your bed be free from fleas." She said with a smirk.

"Hah! And may your knees be ever free of arrows!" the khajiit repied with a smile.

"J'zirlo thinks that friend Shaade should smile more often. It is a beautiful sight."

The Imperial blushed, smiled and looked down at the floor. Then she pulled the khajiit close and kissed his cheek.

"Stay safe J'zirlo. Thank you."

And they parted.

J'zirlo watched Shaade walk south-east down the road for a while.

She looked back once and smiled.

The khajiit felt something in his heart stir.

"Until next time mii-kiit..." he said quietly, turned to his road, and walked, humming to himself.


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...From the journals of General Sir J'Zirlo of New Kvatch, brother of Blademaster J'Zargo "The Magnificent".




Khajiit are not ones for journal writing. We find it tiresome. Actions speak louder than words and assorted cliches. And I know of at least one officious clerk that will attest to the pen absolutely failing to be mightier than the sword.

And yet, I find that I must write something. Events lately have been...Strange, to say the least.

Once Helgen was secured and re-settled, we - the Knights - were divided off and sent on our missions. Friends Caerellin, Dinasafon and Shaade...Ah! Shaade...Hah...Sorry, got lost musing. They were sent to do what it is they do best, and Olffson and I were sent to Whiterun to make contact with a group we were told were the "Fighters Guild of Skyrim" by the Commander.

Friend Dinas decided that he would be better off alone and left swiftly and silently. The Commander laughed and said, "Just like his father!" but then suddenly went all sullen and told us to leave. I understand not the ways of Argonians. They are a strange race.

Anyhow, the four of us left Helgen with our packs and walked merrily, joking and laughing our way down towards Riverwood. Well, I say we...Caerellin and Olfsson mostly joked, Shaade and I mostly laughed. She has a particular laugh I noticed. It is...Nice...

We made good time down from Helgen, which was a heartfelt joy, as under the late evening summer sun, Riverwood is beautiful. Fortunately, the wolves that shadowed us all the way down, kept away.

In a way that made both Shaade and I laugh, at exactly the same time, both Olfsson and Caerellin said, "Oooh!" and made for seperate directions. Olfsson to the forge he'd seen and Caerellin to the shop that some "pretty" (as far as I'm any judge!) woman had entered.

Shaade shook her head and said she would go and find friend Ralof's sister. I bade her be careful. She smiled. Aaah!..

I made my way to the forge. Olfsson was already bare chested and beating out some metal! That Nord is unstoppable I tell you! Anyways, between us, we took all of the stunned blacksmith's stock of smithing supplies and produced a small stack of weapons and armour - which would keep him in coin for many months, I say with some pride! - in a matter of small hours.

While all this was going on, friends Caerellin and Shaade appeared and declared they were leaving to do something in a barrow...Well, each to their own. Little did I know, it would be some time before I saw Shaade again, else I would have made more of a thing of her leaving. Ah well, the moons still cross the sky and other assorted cliches!

When Caerellin returned alone, and also bade us farewell, little did I know how things would change.



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As the end of the daylight had been lost to helping the 'smith clear up his forge, Olfsson and I decided to accept the hospitality of friend Ralof's sister. However, we discovered that there was only one bed available. Olfsson looked at me and said, "We're not that close". The whole household erupted in laughter. Khajiit politely offered to stay at the inn, to which Gurdur said, "Only at our expense, with our apologies. But first, you dine with us." You couldn't find better peoples (or cooks, as it happens) anywhere.

Next morning, the Nord and I walked down a winding picturesque part-cobbled road. Suddenly we heard sounds of battle coming from the valley. Looking about us with life detect to check for prying eyes, we cast the speed fortifyer and rushed down to the valley floor.

Several people were fighting - with less than brilliant success - a Giant. Lest we tip our hand, we both slowed to normal speed and ran towards the battle.

Olfsson, as is his wont, charged at the Giant with his shoulder down. Knowing that at the last moment he would augment his speed and strength, I watched as he collided with the towering menace. The Giant toppled over onto a fence, the post of which skewered it through and out the stomach. He roared and tried to arch his back. I ran to the other end of the bearded aggressor, and, as he looked pleading at me, I removed his pain made of this world.

I turned to see Olfsson deep in conversation with a slight, yet obivously well able, red-headed Nord. As the party turned towards the city further into the valley, Olfsson turned back towards I and nodded. It seemed we had found the Companions.

My journey would have been quiet had it not been for the Olfsson-like Nord called Farkas that joined me, and began conversing with me about Heavy-Armour, a topic very close to my heart. A joy to finally meet someone as well able to discuss the intricacies of multi-weave metals and the despair of threading leather straps through Orichalium!!. A true master of Heavy-Armour I had found in Farkas, a Brother-in-Armour!!

And so I spent the hour of my journey to Jorvaskr - or however you spell the damned place - happy. A feeling that, sadly, was not to last.


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This post has been edited by McBadgere: Feb 11 2013, 07:35 AM

[McBadgere]

Thankee all... ...I love this story meself, very much a light relief from t'other one... ...

Where we were, J'Zirlo was being taken to see Kodlak Whitemane by Farkas...



“Well, my room’s that way and Vilkas’ is opposite,” said friend Farkas, pointing to the right “and that side is Aela and Skjor.” He indicated left. “We get the posh rooms because we’re top dogs around here...Um...I mean, we’re the top...Uh...ones around here. The Circle we call it. Ah, I’m sure you’ll see...Just...Don’t be in any great hurry to join us...I’m pretty sure that’s why Vilkas is so pissed at you.”

I believe that was the most Farkas had said in one go, the entire time we had been talking all afternoon.

“What do you mean my friend? I’m afraid it may be an unfortunate consequence of our previous work that we wind up being counted amongst you Circular types.”

“Don’t worry,” he tilted his head and a smirk played at the corner of his mouth, “I’m sure you’ll find everything out eventually.”

“Oh.” I said.

We approached the next set of doors. We could hear a pair of voices, raised in argument - Whitemane and Vilkas it sounded like.

Farkas was about to knock the door when I reached and held his forearm before he could contact. I augmented my hearing so as to hear the words inside.

“What do you mean you’re absolutely sure we can trust them? You’ve barely spoken to them since they arrived, and now one of them is off with Aela and Skjor, Gods only know where?”

“Why is it you all of a sudden think you can question my decisions Vilkas? Would you like me to show you why it is I’m still, after all this time, the one at the head of this merry band?”

“You know exactly why it is that I’m determined that you not to let anyone else in until all...This is taken care of.”

I heard Whitemane sigh, “Yes, Vilkas I know. But please, you’ve followed my guidance this far, why not simply take it as...A sign from the Divines...I am absolutely certain that with these two newcomers, we have the greatest chance of any that have tried, to remove this abomination, since it was so graciously bestowed upon us.”

Abomination? What was this about? Farkas seemed to be able to hear well enough and seemed to be refusing to meet my eye.

“How can you possibly have so much faith in two strangers?” Vilkas continued, “A fool and a Khajiit at that?”

“My dear Vilkas, Faith has everything to do with it. And I wouldn’t be so quick to brand Wolfshead as fool just yet.”

“I believe no good will come of this.”

“Well I believe the Divines have finally answered this old fool’s prayers to be able to restore The Companions to the ideals that Ysgramor himself aspired to.”

I felt a tightening of the throat. Whatever was needed, I would not let this man down - as if he was one of my own brothers. And I mean fellow Knights of course, J’Zargo can go tickle a bear’s underparts and see what happens for all I care.

I jest.

No, really.

There was a pause in the argument and then Whitemane said, “Are you done questioning my authority?”

“Not quite, as we have seen, you’ve seem to have been letting anyone join us lately...Is there a plan or have you simply given up? Torvar is drunk almost all the time; Athis is lazy; Nadja is perpetually either angry or horny; Ria...Gods only know with Ria...What exactly does she do?”

“Your point?”

“They are nothing and nobodies, they-”

A split second’s warning was all I had to move Farkas out of the way as the doors splintered. Vilkas passed us and skidded a ways along the carpet on his armoured back.

“Whoa there Kitty!” Farkas said, “You move that fast with the ladies? No wonder they love you.”

Whitemane walked past us and stood at Vilkas’ feet.

“You want to challenge me? Go right ahead. But you talk mighty snobbish for the child of a Necromancer cult,” I heard Farkas inhale sharply. Whitemane continued, “Now piss off and get drunk you officious, stuck-up, entitled wanker. Go pick a fight with someone else or I’ll wipe the floor with you.”

Vilkas’ eyes were wide and he backed up on his hands, turned as quickly as he could and made for the doors out.

Without turning around Whitemane said, “I profoundly apologise to you Farkas. You know I love you both as my own sons. I’m sorry.”

“No need, he is a stuck-up wanker.”

Whitemane laughed once. “You wish to see me master J’Zirlo.” It was not a question. “You will have to excuse us dear Farkas. I appear to have no door. Give us some time and then have a couple of the others come and help make a new one. Should keep them out of mischief for a time.”

“Aye, will do.”

Whitemane nodded and Farkas left.

The Kodlak extended a hand towards his office and we went inside.



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This post has been edited by McBadgere: May 20 2012, 10:11 PM