I am Lena Wolf, Lena's life as it happens Options

[Lena Wolf]

17 Hearthfire, 4E203 - Everyone knows the White Wolf

Yennefer's ship finally docked. They'd been at sea for many months, but it felt like years.

"Next time I'm building a portal." Yennefer stepped out of her cabin, somewhat weak and unstable, infinitely preferring a brief pull of magic teleportation to months of sea sickness.

"Don't you worry about a thing, Mistress," the captain addressed her as she stepped onto the main deck. "We'll deliver your belongings to your final destination. Where will you be staying?"

"I have no idea," Yennefer looked at him with a blank face. The many brochures and leaflets about Skyrim that she read and re-read cover to cover during their long trip, could not tell her where to find Geralt. Although she was confident she was in the right country, it was still a very large country to cover.

"We'll leave them with the port warehouse then," the captain decided. "Here's your receipt. Three trunks and... one unicorn?" He looked up, only now realising what the huge crate in the hold had been.

"A stuffed unicorn, yes," Yennefer smiled. "A memento of sorts..."

"If you say so," the captain shrugged his shoulders. Sorceresses were known for their eccentricities. "Just contact the port authorities when you know where you'll be staying."

Windhelm greeted Yennefer with an icy wind and light snow, with the white disk of the sun barely visible through the clouds. She stepped onto the quay. Solid soil at last! She looked at the carvings decorating the houses, at the longboats in the dock, noticed a galleon at another jetty and an elven galley at sea... "Elves," she shivered. "Let's hope they are nothing like those of the Wild Hunt." The port workers were rushing back and forth past her, unloading the new arrival from the Northern Realms. Crates, barrels, trunks and chests were being carried from the ship to the warehouse, loaded onto carts, or carefully stashed away into side alleys. "People are the same everywhere," Yennefer smiled. Her trunks were too large to disappear in a side alley, she made sure of that. "Well, the first thing to do is to find an inn," she said aloud, not talking to anyone in particular.

"You'll be wanting the Candlehearth Hall," a dock worker heavily dropped the barrel he was carrying. "A fine lady like yourself will not want the Cloudfog Inn," he shook his head, looking her over. "Unless the lady would like some entertainment, that is..." He licked his lips, but then quickly straightened up and picked up his barrel under Yennefer's cold stare. "Right, of course not," he coughed. "Just follow the quay that way, then up the stairs, to the plaza on the top, and there it is, right by the gallows. We've just had a hanging yesterday, so the corpse doesn't stink yet."

Slightly bewildered, Yennefer followed the directions. She liked the city. It was a busy port, and she'd seen more strange faces in half an hour than in her whole life before that. The majority were humans, tall and broad shouldered - the Nords, she gathered. It was, of course, their native land. But she also saw humans of other races, as well as elves and "beastfolk" - she'd read about them in the brochures. "No dwarves though," she noted. "Oh right, their dwarves had vanished," she remembered a footnote from somewhere. There was certainly no lack of new material to study. She wouldn't get bored here, once she found Geralt and settled down in some house some place... Geralt... where would she even begin looking? Skyrim was a very large country, where would she find one man among everyone else?

...

"If it's a mercenary you want, the strongest one is right here," a Nord in heavy armour addressed Yennefer at the inn when she sat down at the neighbouring table. "I am Stenvar. Will you be traveling somewhere, lady? You will want an escort then. Against wild beasts and bandits alike," he added with a nod.

"I might do..." Yennefer sized him up, wondering whether a mercenary like himself would have heard about Geralt. "I am looking for someone... He is new in this land... Arrived a year or two ago..."

"We get folks arriving every day," Stenvar wrinkled his forehead. "Is he famous? What does he do?"

"He is a witcher," Yennefer answered automatically, then recalled that witchers were not common in Tamriel. "He hunts monsters," she clarified. "White hair, two swords, tall but not heavily built, with a scar across his left eye..."

"...and cat-like orange eyes, fights like a demon," Stenvar finished her sentence. "Everyone knows the White Wolf."

...

It didn't take long, and the whole inn was rushing to tell stories of the White Wolf. Yennefer listened, smiling to herself - while some stories seemed mostly true, others were exaggerated to the point of being bizarre.

"He does not have two dicks!" One storyteller interrupted another. "He's a man, a Nord, your Khajiit is lying!"

"I have it on good authority!" The first storyteller puffed up his cheeks. "Heard it from that pussy in Snowhawk - she had to charge him double!"

"Well, it's nice that he's been having fun!" Yennefer laughed out loud to that. "But no, that... Khajiit, you said? She is mistaken. Although a double charge was probably in order."

"Oh yes? And who would you be..?" The first storyteller squinted at Yennefer. "I don't remember seeing you before, Imperial. And I have an eye for Imperials." He squinted again, his grin shifting into a menace.

"Imperial?" Yennefer was taken aback. She did wonder what race people would ascribe her to. Imperial was probably as good as any. At least it was human. "Well, I happen to know some of his anatomy," she smiled. "But I have nothing to prove to you, Nord." She squinted back. She was getting into the swing of things.

"If there's going to be a brawl, go outside!" The innkeeper shouted over the voices. "Out! I'm still paying for the last refurbishment!"

Several people got up and started to cheer - everyone wanted to see a brawl between a chunky Nord and a slim black-haired Imperial. Wagers were placed - the onlookers thought she didn't stand a chance.

"Alright then, stand ready!" The Nord put up his fists menacingly, facing Yennefer on the plaza outside. "Show us what you're made of, Imperial!"

"You've got to be joking!" Yennefer laughed.

Zap! The Nord went down with his arm still moving in a punch.

"Unfair!" Someone shouted. "She's using magic!"

"Fair!" Someone else contradicted. "No one said magic was forbidden!"

"Unfair!" "Fair!" "Fair!!" "Unfair!!!" The real brawl finally began.

When the dust settled and everyone had a black eye or a split lip, the bookie announced that the original fight was fair because no one had stipulated that magic was forbidden, and the lady being Imperial and a newcomer to Windhelm, could not have known such rules in advance.

"Well, there's your fee all paid up," Stenvar grinned, collecting a hefty purse from the bookie. "Ready to escort you wherever you please."

"You bet on me?" Yennefer looked at him with amusement. "How did you know I was a sorceress?"

"I didn't," Stenvar shrugged. "But I made the same mistake as they did the first time I saw the White Wolf. And his sister. And her... The point being," he cut himself off, "that they are made of tough stuff, and you must be too, if you are who I think you are," he winked. "Black and white, and that scent - lilac I recognise, but what's the other? Seems sweet, like berries."

"Gooseberries," Yennefer smiled. "Quite common, where I'm from."

"If you say so," he nodded. "I heard he's got a house in Morthal. That's a town West from here, perhaps a day's ride. Longer if we run into trouble. It will be my pleasure to accompany you there. I didn't lie about wild beasts and bandits - the forests are teaming with them."

With the business thus concluded, they decided to leave in the morning.

...

The trip to Morthal was largely uneventful, barring some wild beasts and bandits, as Stenvar had predicted. It took them two days all in all, mostly because Yennefer was still a bit unsteady after her long sailing and didn't want to rush. They spent the night at the Nightgate Inn about half way, and arrived in Morthal when the sun was setting on the following day.

"Geralt isn't around," the innkeeper shook her head with regret when Yennefer asked about him. "Haven't seen him in weeks... He must be on a trip somewhere. But yes, he's got a house - the Windstad Manor, right on the shore. But since he isn't in town himself, I don't see how..."

"Isn't there someone here who can tell the lady more?" Stenvar interrupted. "Someone looking after his house while he's away?" If looks could kill, the innkeeper would have already been incinerated.

"Felion," the innkeeper shrugged. "They seem quite close for some reason." She pouted her lips. "Don't see what he sees in that elf myself..."

"Thanks," Stenvar nodded and turned to leave, gesturing Yennefer to follow. "Felion is a mage here," he explained when they were outside. "Helps folk with... well... curses and such. Some say he's a Necromancer, but I don't believe it myself. I'll stick around until you're settled. Find me at the inn."

He took his leave and Yennefer knocked on Felion's door.

"Ye-es? Can I help you with something?" Felion answered the door, looking at Yennefer with curiosity. Then suddenly he took a step back, opening the door wide and inviting her in. "Oh! You've finally arrived! But please, come in! He isn't around, but I've been expecting you!"

...

"...and so you see, he's quite settled down here with us," Felion finished his recount of Geralt's adventures on the moors of Morthal. "Here's the key to the house - your house. He asked me to says so when you arrived."

"But where is he?" Yennefer was starting to worry. Geralt was there, yet he wasn't there! Felion knew more than he was saying.

"He's on a trip," Felion answered evasively. "You need to understand a few things first..." he coughed. "About his condition."

"Condition?" Yennefer was becoming irritated. "I've been told he's got two dicks. Did he catch something that I should know of?"

"Oh, nothing of the sort," Felion laughed. "What do you know about lycanthropy?"

"Geralt is not a werewolf," Yennefer said firmly. "And cannot become one, either. That I know."

"Geralt is not a common werewolf, no," Felion confirmed. "And it isn't exactly a curse... nothing that can be cured, anyway." Felion paused, searching for words. Geralt had warned him about Yennefer's volatile temper, and Felion was trying to avoid provoking it. "Do you know that his sister is Dragonborn?"

"She what..?" Yennefer sat up. "No."

"Ah. Well, it's another condition." Felion got up and pulled a few books off the shelf. "I believe you will find copies of these books in the library in your house, but if not, please take these. Your husband will return when the Great Hunt is over..."

"My WHAT?!"

"Is he not?" Felion kept his cool, smiling at Yennefer, his deep sanguine eyes looking straight into her soul. "What is he to you, then? Why are you here?"

"I... thank you for the books," Yennefer said after a pause. "I have a lot of reading to do, it seems."

"Come if you need anything, or when you have questions," Felion smiled. "As I'm sure you will. My door is always open."

...

The Windstad Manor came into view all of a sudden, as Yennefer followed a path around a large rock. The house was looking out to sea, and the turret on the front was getting light from every direction. "Perfect for a megascope," Yennefer smiled. She entered, finding dust and cobwebs here and there, but also blankets and furs, firewood, candles and books laid out waiting for her arrival. Geralt wasn't there, yet at the same time he was...

It didn't take long to get the fire going, and Yennefer started relaxing, suddenly realising just how tired she was. Her whole body was aching with all that traveling. She went into the bedroom and dropped onto the bed made up with furs as was Skyrim's tradition. Her hand touched something out of place... a piece of paper... a note. She opened it. "I love you. No more tests."

She breathed in the scent of cured leather and dried monster blood, noticed an old chainmail in the corner and a few silver swords on the rack, vials on the table, jars on the shelf, and herbs, nightshade and wolfsbane, mandrake root and... "I'll wait for you, witcher... no more tests..."

[Renee]

I remember when I was playing it for the first time - I was really unsure about those blood fountains. Was I supposed to drink from them? I mean, Lena was a vampire, but still she didn't want to drink that! I don't know how it's worse... but it was worse somehow. However, there was no other way to stay alive... she ran out of all her potions and stuff... so...

YES, good point! Even though she's a vamp, it's not really expected, drinking blood from a fountain. Over time she's gotten used to the idea of going for warm bodies.

Anyway, she's in an Oblivion gate,,, in Skyrim. Do you (or did you) enjoy closing closing gates? I dreaded them at first, years ago when I did the main quest on PS3. But over time I began looking forward to them; the guaranteed adventure they posed. When my Champion finally finished the MQ I actually began missing the gates.

Whoa... Ice Worms! What adds those into the gameworld??

Yikes, werewolves. "Lena Wolf is unconscious". Really awesome you were adding so much into Skyrim Improved, while gaming[/i], annd while writing this story.

http://chorrol.com/forums/index.php?s=&...st&p=339440

[Lena Wolf]

Anyway, she's in an Oblivion gate,,, in Skyrim. Do you (or did you) enjoy closing closing gates? I dreaded them at first, years ago when I did the main quest on PS3. But over time I began looking forward to them; the guaranteed adventure they posed. When my Champion finally finished the MQ I actually began missing the gates.

I don't particularly like or dislike them... they are a part of the world, like any other dungeon.

Whoa... Ice Worms! What adds those into the gameworld??

Yikes, werewolves. "Lena Wolf is unconscious". Really awesome you were adding so much into Skyrim Improved, while gaming, annd while writing this story.

This is all from TWMP Skyrim Improved. I wasn't adding anything to it yet, when that part of the story was written, I just went exploring. But admittedly, I very quickly wanted to add things to that wondrous world of Skyrim...

[Lena Wolf]

Sorry, this is not a new episode... This is a note to those wondering what's the hold-up. Well, in order to tell you about Geralt's trip to Solstheim, I have to actually get him to Solstheim first, wherein lies the problem. To do so, I am using several new and untested mods, and the witcher is currently very busy testing and debugging them for me. Monster bug hunting, you know. He's very good at this. "You don't need a hero, you need a professional." Quite.

The story will continue as soon as Geralt is done with this particular monster bug contract.

This post has been edited by Lena Wolf: Feb 26 2024, 12:17 PM

[Renee]

Very intense and visual, the scene when she follows Geralt's advice: drinks a potion so she can "die", then confronts the afterlife (if that's indeed where she is).

http://chorrol.com/forums/index.php?s=&...st&p=339700

This post has been edited by Renee: Apr 5 2024, 03:48 PM

[Lena Wolf]

11 Last Seed, 4E203 - Solstheim

"I've just returned from Solstheim, I am not about to sail there any time soon," the captain of a barge in Windhelm shook his head at Geralt. "I've had enough of plagued bears and naked Nords, thanks," he spit into the water, emphasizing his sentiment. "I plan to enjoy naked Nords back here for a while, preferably in my bed. See ya, witcher!" He grinned and disappeared into the Cloudfog Inn.

Geralt looked up and down the quay in Windhelm, not seeing any ships or barges that looked like they could be bound for Solstheim.

"Hey, white one," someone spoke softly behind him. "I can take you to Solstheim, if you've got the coin..."

...

"I said Solstheim, I didn't say Fort Frostmoth," the owner of a small cog gave Geralt a big smile approaching the Northern shore of Solstheim. "I've got folks living furhter up, but I'll let you get off here," he said encouragingly. "There's no one around, you'll be safe. Fort Frostmoth is not too far away, it ain't that big of an island. I have no clue why you had to bring your horse as well," he shook his head watching Roach gingerly getting off his boat. "Horses hate snow." Roach seemed to understand that and gave an approving snort.

"See you," Geralt cut short the conversation as the seaman raised the sail and vanished from view.

Everything around them was white. If Skyrim was wintry, Solstheim was icy. Geralt raised his collar and smiled - it felt like home. Winters at Kaer Morhen could get pretty cold too.

"Come on, Roach, let's get going before we get snowed under," he patted his horse, mounted and steered South East.



...

Fort Frostmoth towered on the Southern shore of Solstheim, its grey walls stood out against the icy blue water. At least this part of the island wasn't all frozen, and Roach was soon engrossed in sampling local vegetation. Geralt walked into the courtyard and found himself waist high in thick grass.

"Doesn't anyone cut the grass here?" He wondered aloud, trying to figure out which of the heavy wooden doors led to an inn. "Surely, there must be a public area in this fort," he mused. "It's the only building for miles around, and with two ships moored by the shore, where are those people supposed to sleep?" Then it dawned on him: "Perhaps I should go ask them." Travellers were bound to know the way to an inn.

...

"Would you like to go back?" An Argonian hissed through his clattering teeth. "I would gladly take you back to Vvardenfell right away! It's so cold here!"

"I just got here, so I don't want to go back..." Geralt looked him over but couldn't spare any of his own clothes for the poor fellow.

"Well, if you insist on staying, then go see Captain Falx Carius at th-the f-fort," the Argonian looked in serious danger of frostbite. "I wish there was an inn, but no..."

Geralt was going to ask why he would need to see the commander of the local regiment if all he wanted was just a mug of ale, but thought he'd probably find out later anyway. Perhaps they had a job for a witcher.

"Would you like to come with me?" An attractive Dunmer woman was all smiles as she touched Geralt's arm.

"Well, I..."

"I can take you to a place of splendour and wonder!" She continued cheerfully. "Just step on board of this ship and we'll be off!" She took a step towards the ship moored behind her.

"Erm... I'd love to, Miss..." Geralt gave her a broad grin but stood his ground. "But I just arrived here, and I would like to see what's going on first... and find an inn..."

"Are you our escort?" Someone came up behind him interrupting the conversation. "We are waiting for our escort! We've been promised escort!"

"Do I look like escort to you?" Geralt spun around to face three nervous strangers.

"You do! You've got two swords!" They answered almost in unison. "Carnius Magius promised us escort!"

"Sorry, fellows," Geralt shook his head. "I'm just looking for an inn."

Everyone looked at him as if he was crazy.

"There are no inns on Solstheim, outlander," a Dunmer woman looked him over with a sigh. "This isn't Vvardenfell, you know. Civilisation is over there. Here there are just Nords and plague bears." She wrinkled her nose and walked off.

Geralt looked around him, shook his head and went to the fort.

...

"Can I help you, citizen?" An Imperial soldier enquired politely but not cordially. "This is Fort Frostmoth."

"I figured as much," Geralt nodded. "I was actually looking for an inn..."

"There are no inns on Solstheim," the soldier sighed with regret. "The nearest public house is Thirsk Meadhall on the other side of the island. That's too far to walk on an empty stomach," he added firmly. "Your best bet is to talk to the priest at the Imperial Cult shrine in the other building and hope that he can spare you some shein and a kwama egg and let you curl up behind the crates for the night." The soldier smiled and Geralt got a distinct impression that his speech had been prepared and rehearsed.

"Lay off him, Zeno," a familiar voice sounded from a side corridor with surefooted steps of Legion boots following. "He's not your average smuggler," an Imperial officer in full regalia entered the hall. "He's with me."

"Of course, Optio," the soldier named Zeno straightened up and took two steps back in the same movement, almost colliding with a table laden with helmets, gauntlets and broad daggers.

Geralt turned around, noticing a highly polished beastplate and supple pteruges of a high grade suit of armour, well worn but also well cared for. Presentation went a long way in the Legion.

"Hauk!" Geralt grinned. "I've heard you were in Morrowind... but this is unexpected!"

"May be, and may be not," Hauk grinned back and winked. "Come, we have lodgings upstairs."

As strange as it appeared, Geralt decided not to argue. Zeno didn't need to hear any more than what he'd heard already, and a good bed was infinitely preferable to curling up behind some crates with an insect egg in your belly.

...

"What is going on?" Geralt finally asked after a good meal in the guest room upstairs. "This is one of the strangest places I've been to. It feels like everyone is mistaking me for someone else!"

"Nah, they're not," Hauk smirked, finishing his own plate of mutton and moving untouched kwama eggs to the top of a chest of drawers. "This place doesn't exist yet. Well, the Legion fort obviously exists, but it isn't a regular Legion outpost - it's a penal colony. These soldiers are not regular Legion material," he shook his head. "Which doesn't matter normally because there's nothing here apart from wolves and bears. Not yet, anyway." He stood up to refill his mug with mead and Geralt noticed again the gleam of his polished steel and the rich sheen of the leather of his pteruges. This was more than just dressing his rank - Hauk was on a mission. "The East Empire Company decided to open an ebony mine nearby," he returned to the table. "Under the protection of the Legion. THIS Legion." He emphasized the word and paused to let it sink in. "As of now this is no longer a penal colony but a regular Legion outpost."

"Did they tell the soldiers?" Geralt looked bewildered.

"Better ask whether they told the East Empire Company what sort of an outpost this is," Hauk smirked. "But Carnius Magius has connections, and Falx Carius does not deserve to be stripped of his rank because some stupid bureaucrate in the Imperial City could not be bothered to check the designation of this fort. Falx is a good commander, the Legion values people like him. And I am here to see that nothing goes wrong. Which of course it will." He took another swig of his mead. "Plus, you are here."

"How did you know I'd be here?" Geralt looked up.

"The Blood Moon is rising."

For a few minutes they sat staring at each other.

"What do you know of it?" Geralt finally asked.

"The same what everyone knows," Hauk shrrugged. "Hircine calls a Great Hunt once or twice every era, there are signs long in advance and there are plenty of witches around to read them. The Great Hunt has been called once again, and this time it's here on Solstheim. And that's why you've come, is it not? You heard the call of Hircine."

"Yes," Geralt nodded. "I read the books too. I hear his call, and so I am here. But what now? I suppose events will unfold and we'll see."

"Something will occur..." Hauk mused. "The witches of the Glenmoril Wyrd have already arrived as well. They will know more, I expect, sense more. You could go to them, or you could hang around here, get involved with the goings on and watch and wait... The choice is yours."

"I'll stay here," Geralt answered without hesitation. "I need to get a feel for this land. The Dunmer, the Nords, the plague bears... the Nords, in particular. They are different from the Nords of Skyrim. We got ambushed by a pair of them in the wilderness, Roach and me, but before I could even dismount, there was a bear, two wolves, three wargs and gods know what else joining the fight! And the weirdest thing was that the Nords were totally naked, apart from a bear helm..."

"Naked Nords, eh?" Hauk laughed heartily. "Welcome to Morowind, my friend! They've got a thing with naked Nords here... can't see why, myself..." He laughed and winked, kicking off his boots and unbuckling his armour. Masser the colour of blood was rising. It was 3 a.m. and high time to finally go to bed.

[Lena Wolf]

Last Seed, 4E203 - Falling

Lena returned to Cheydinhal after her trip to Castle Volkihar. She was happy to be back home, to finally hold her newborn son in her arms without the fear of frightening him with her vampirism. Lucien was there too, having delegated any and all jobs to Ocheeva and Vicente during Lena's absence. Everything was peaceful and cheery, yet Lena's soul was not at rest.

"I feel grim tidings approaching," she told Lucien when they were alone at night. "It's like I have to take stock of all my bonds, my friends, my child, my heart... that is you..."

Lucien looked up hearing this, his eyes darkened, he too had premonitions.

"We'll have to take it as it comes," he said softly. "New trials for you, it seems. New trials for me too, but not yet. One of us must stay behind to care for Derric."

"If we get any say in the matter," Lena smirked. "Fate does not always offer us a choice."

That evening was spent in a quiet conversation and the night that followed was not given to sleep.

...

"You're Warlock Wolf, aren't you?" An out of breath young man bumped into Lena in the street the next day. "Warlock of the Mages Guild?" He stared at her, trying to decide whether she was who he thought she was. "Here, I've got a letter for you!" He finally blurted out, pressing a sealed letter into her hands, then charged off before she could say anything.

"Interesting," Lena mused. She turned the letter over in her hand, examined the seal - she did not recognise the crest. "Nothing good will come of it," she thought, opening it.

We uncovered a new Ayleid ruin near the shrine of Vaermina. Your presence is required, Warlock, as it is your duty to the Mages Guild to assist in such matters. Do not delay, there is no time to loose.

The message was signed: Raminus Polus.

"This doesn't sound like Raminus at all," Lena shook her head. "This is a trap." She folded the letter and returned home to prepare for the trip. Even though it was clearly a trap, she could not ignore it. She decided to allow herself another day of rest and another night with Lucien before setting off again. For all their closeness, they were rarely in the same place at the same time.

"We must assume you will be teleported somewhere, yes," Lucien agreed with Lena's assessment of the letter. "Another world, another realm perhaps." He took her hand, their wedding rings touched, making a faint sound. "Go and come back. I'll be waiting."

...

When Lena arrived at the shrine of Vaermina, the worshippers had no idea of any new Ayleid ruin nearby. They also refused to summon Vaermina. "The Prince is not here to answer your questions, Breton!" One of them was getting aggressive. "This has nothing to do with My Lord, so leave now, before I get angry!"

Ordinarily Lena would have snapped with "Or WHAT?!" to such an impertenance, but that day she decided to ignore it. "Have it your way," was all she said. She would circle around the shrine and look for anything out of place. She didn't really expect any new Ayleid ruins either. Then, behind the statue she found a chest in the grass. "I don't remember it being here before," she noted, took a deep breath and opened the chest.

...

Lena was falling into the darkness. After a while she was able to make out walls at the edge of her vision. It was mostly bare rock, but here and there she saw lights, platforms, columns. "The Everfall," she recalled. "I should try to land on one of the platforms." And just as she thought it, she hit the ground and was knocked out by the force of the impact. This Everfall had a bottom.

...

"Well, which of you was it?" A menacing voice was repeating these words over and over. Lena opened her eyes. She was lying on the ground in a cave with several other people, all wearing prison garb and wrist irons. She looked at her own attire, and it was the same. "Which of you was it?!" She turned towards the voice - a mage and several guards stood on the other side of the bars of the cave. The mage was staring at Lena. "It was you, wasn't it?" His voice grew more menacing. "I knew it!" He drew his staff. "Come on! Get up! Follow me!"

The other prisoners looked at Lena with pity and fear. "Here we go again," she thought, getting up. "I wonder which world this is."

The mage led Lena through some cave corridors, the guards were pushing her from behind every time she stumbled. She felt tired and weak, her magicka was depleted. "The wrist irons," she realised. "They sap my strength and stunt my magic."

"There," the mage stopped in the middle of an opening that looked like a pit of a giant well. "The excavation site. Get to work! I shall not suffer another rebellion!" He glared at Lena and the guards pushed her towards the side of the pit where other prisoners were moving rocks out of a freshly blasted cavity. Manual labour. That wasn't the worst that could have happened, Lena figured, picking up a rock.

...

"This will kill you ere long," a familiar voice said in her ear. "The work is too hard even on us pawns, never mind someone like yourself."

Lena nearly dropped the rock she was carrying onto her foot, but managed to jump aside in time.

"Rook?!" She spun around. "What..? Where..?"

"Hello, Wolf," he smiled. "Welcome to the excavation site. Something will occur ere long, be ready."

Just as he spoke, there was a noise of another explosion followed by more noise of falling rock, followed by screams.

"Let's go see," Rook winked, pulling Lena towards the noise.

A medusa towered in a newly uncovered chamber, it was quite annoyed to have been so rudely woken up. Its huge serpent-like body was uncoiling itself, the tail thrashing around, sending guards and prisoners flying.

"Don't just stand there, KILL IT!!" The overseer mage bellowed, shooting spells at the medusa.

"Beware of medusa's gaze!" Rook sharply pulled Lena out of harm's way, but several guards were less fortunate and had been petrified on the spot. "This way!" Medusa's thrashing opened up a passage, and Rook and Lena ran in that direction. Dead guards were everywhere, their weapons too. Rook quickly picked up a staff, Lena grabbed a bow and daggers, but rather than fighting, they just ran. There was daylight at the end of the passage, daylight and freedom.

"After them!!" The overseer noticed their escape. They ran out of the cavern, but the path ended on a cliff edge.

"Jump!!" Rook shouted, Lena thought he had gone mad - no one could have survived a fall from such a height. Yet it was Rook urging her to do something stupid, which was a contradiction in terms, Rook being the most level-headed person Lena could think of. She jumped. She landed on a griffin's back. The griffin soared.

The land below them looked familiar, yet not completely. It reminded Lena of Gransys, but perhaps it was only because Rook was there. She saw mountains and the sea, towns and villages below, forests and a desert. "The desert is new," she turned to Rook. "Gransys didn't have a desert."

"This isn't Gransys," Rook shook his head. "But it is indeed one of the worlds connected to the Rift. There's a dragon too, and you must be the Arisen... But beyond that, I do not know what to expect."

"I cannot be the Arisen," Lena shook her head. "I got my heart back, remember?"

"And is it still beating in your breast?" Rook's smile was sad, and when Lena pressed her hand to her chest, she realised with horror that she could not detect a heartbeat.

"Here we go again," she said with abandonment.

"Indeed."

As the griffin was flying over a coastal village, someone cranked up a ballista and shot it down. It spun as it fell, sending Rook and Lena into the river below. The brine engulfed them.

"Fear not, for neither I nor you will permanently perish," Rook wasn't trying to fight the brine which was pointless. "If you wish it, we shall meet again. Take your place in this world, Arisen, and find your path."

...

"Hey, are you alright?" Someone was shaking Lena awake. She opened her eyes - she was lying on the shore and a group of soldiers stood beside her. One helped her up. "Hmm, we saw a griffin being shot down, and here it is, but who are you and what are you doing here?" He eyed her with suspicion.

"I... err..." Lena shook her head.

"She is concussed, can't you see," another soldier intervened. "Probably can't remember her own name," he smirked. "Let's take her to the encampment, they'll figure it out there. She's no threat to anyone in her current state."

The others agreed. After all, the encampment was nearby, and it was always a good idea to defer difficult decisions to someone else.

As they approached the encampment, Lena started getting a funny tingling feeling in her fingertips. She hadn't felt it for a long time - the feeling she got near a riftstone.

"Arisen, we welcome your return," a group of pawns stood by the riftstone. "Pray, select a pawn to help you on your path."

"What - no trials first?" Lena looked at the pawns before her. "No 'prove your resolve, Arisen' kind of thing?" She squinted. "Does the Legion accept just anyone now?" She glared at them.

"That's she alright," one of the pawns said quietly to another. "It falls to us to deal with the insolent one." Then turning to Lena he added: "Just touch the riftstone, will you? I'm sure any pawn will be thrilled to walk with you."

He glared and bared his teeth. Lena glared back and drew her daggers.

"You have no idea!" She took a step forward. "Defend yourself!"

"Hey!!!" Several pawns cried out, rushing to stand between Lena and the other pawn. "What are you doing?! That's against the rules! Pawns cannot fight an Arisen! You'll ruin everything!!"

"Pawns cannot be given the Arisen's Bond either, I was told," Lena snapped, sheathing her daggers. "Yet the Bond's magic does not answer to the Legion, as we've discovered. Don't believe everything you hear." She touched the riftstone and Scorpio stepped out of the Rift. "See, I don't even have to go in. My pawn never left me."

"Then the rumours are true, it is all your fault," another pawn spoke. "You started it."

"That illness that affects the pawns," another one chimed in.

"Makes us restless and unruly."

"Makes us defy the Arisen and act for ourselves."

"Devastating."

"Catastrophic."

"Frightening."

"Aha," Lena looked at them in turn. "An illness to undo your curse, you mean? Yeah, that would be my doing." She grinned ear to ear.

"But mayhap this world is not ready for it, Arisen," Scorpio said quietly. "Mayhap this world still heeds the dragon's dogma. You've been recalled, and I with you, and neither of us is free from the grip of the Legion. Where will it lead this time, I wonder?"

"And for how long?" Lena echoed Scorpio's words, taking his hand. The Arisen's Bond wrapped around their fingers, leaving the other pawns stunned. "There is only one way to find out," she looked up at him. "Let's go."

[Lena Wolf]

Last Seed, 4E203 - On the road

"What do you mean - I cannot have both daggers and a bow?" Lena was glaring at the sergeant on the encampment. "I am an assassin, I need both."

"Assassin is not a vocation, it's a state of mind," the sergeant shook his head. "Choose between an Archer and a Thief."

"A Thief?!" Lena couldn't believe her ears. "How's that a vocation while an Assassin is not?!"

"Look, Miss," the sergeant took a step back eyeing Lena's daggers. "I don't make the rules. They call it a 'thief' but to be quite honest with you, it is all about killing rather than stealing. Mostly. Anyway, let's just say - daggers. Choose archery or daggers, but you can't have both."

Lena glared at him again but eventually had to choose. Daggers.

...

"Before we go anywhere in earnest, we should get the feel for this land and stock up on supplies," Scorpio was checking the edge of his sword. "This is all pretty basic gear, we won't get far on it, but may be it will suffice for now. And... err... you may want to buy some clothes."

Lena wasn't naked, but she was still wearing prison garb and wrist irons, and that had to change. The only shop on the encampment didn't sell any clothes, only weapons and armour, and it was way too expensive for someone who had exactly zero gold coins to their name.

"You'll just have to walk around with a convict for a bit longer," she shot a glance at Scorpio. However, he was right. Prison garb may be enough for the wilderness, but it wouldn't do as townwear.

The next few days were thus spent running errands for the quartermaster, earning some coin, exploring nearby caves and trying to build a team with two more pawns so that together they could take on a pack of goblins.

"Wow, did I hit my head or were those goblins really tough?" Lena looked at her pawns in turn when they finally made camp in a quiet spot. "It isn't my first time handling daggers but I found this battle a struggle."

"You hit your head and those goblins were rather tough," Scorpio nodded. "Do you even remember how you got here?" Lena gave him a blank stare. "Exactly. And those wrist irons that you were wearing, they left permanent damage. You'll need to relearn most things from scratch."

It was a daunting prospect. The only consolation was that Lena did in fact remember her past, and Scorpio still knew how to fight. But under the circumstances it didn't change much.

Eventually they gathered enough coin to buy some armour so that Lena could finally ditch her prison garb.

"You will want to go to the capital," one of the soldiers said to them. "If you are indeed a true Arisen... well... that... umm..."

"What?" Lena's heart fell.

"You can't be, see," the soldier finally spit it out. "You'll be arrested and executed without delay. The Queen Regent already has an Arisen who will soon be crowned as King. Mind you, it happens to be her son who is actually not an Arisen... err..." The complexities of politics were above his paygrade, to be sure. "Well, anyhow. If you just turn up in the capital, the next thing you'll see will be the gallows. Unless they decide to quarter you first, then it'll be the chopping block... or may be they'll start with the stretcher, just to see what you might know..."

"I get the picture!!" Lena interrupted the soldier. "So what do I do?"

"Go talk to the Captain," the soldier was releaved to be done with that conversation. "We've seen you summon pawns. Only an Arisen can do this. Not everyone is happy with the Queen Regent anyway..."

He cut himself off and walked away.

"Why can't I get teleported to some land of roses with chocolate unicorns and marshmellow bunnies instead of nasty queens, dragons and goblins?" She sighed.

"Because you did not will it, Arisen," Scorpio said quietly. "You always get what you wish for, whether you know it or not. The will of the Arisen is what shapes this world, so in a way it is all your own doing..."

She shot him a sharp glance and he stopped talking - that was not what she wanted to hear. "Yes, master, by your command..." Now he got a jab under the ribs - that was not what she wanted to hear either. One thing was blatantly clear: Scorpio needed some armour.

...

"I want to find Rook," Lena was saying a few days later. "He's the best mage I know and we need a mage."

"What about all these other mage pawns around here?" Scorpio cast his eyes about picking out half a dozen mages, at least. "Some of these girls look pretty hot..."

"Rook!" Lena touched the riftstone.

...

Rook was still dressed in his prison garb and didn't have a staff. Lena insisted on getting all that gear for him which meant more cave delving. The other pawns were rolling their eyes and shrugging their shoulders, and some started deliberately ducking out of her line of sight when she once again was searching for the third pawn to join their party.

Eventually she was satisfied. It was time to make for the capital.

"I shall escort you there under guard," the Captain smiled when she finally approached him. "For your own safety. There are checkpoints along the way..." This was going to be a long trip.

The road twisted and turned, running along the bottom of a canyon for the most part. They encountered numerous goblins, harpies and an odd cyclops, and after a day of traveling Lena seemed to have passed the Captain's test.

"Take this letter," he gave her a sealed scroll. "We don't need to escort you any further. When you arrive in the capital, just say you're an Arisen and get arrested. The Captain there will interrogate you personally and without witnesses. Give him this scroll. Good luck, Ser Arisen."

He saluted, called up his men and marched off.

"So," Lena looked at Scorpio, Rook and the third pawn whose name she could not remember. "Once again my heart is missing, there's a dragon to kill and the local sovran wants me dead. You know, I think I would definitely prefer marshmellow bunnies instead..."

She shook her head, picked a mountain path and signalled her pawns to follow. Life became simple again.

[Lena Wolf]

Last Seed, 4E203 - Glimpses of the past

"Let's just get to Gran Soren and be done with it," Lena and her companions stood on top of a cliff overlooking much of the land before them. "There - you can see the city in all its splendour."

"It isn't Gran Soren," Scorpio said quietly. "This is Vernworth, the capital of Vermund. We are not in Gransys."

"It does look awfully similar though," Lena squinted at the horizon. "The layout of the city, the ruined aqueduct in front of it, down to the watchtowers and coastal outline... It's just bigger."

"Well, they do say that all these worlds were designed by the same hand," Rook agreed, also surveying the area. "We pawns see a lot of them, it's hard to keep them apart. Let's go and get you arrested, as planned."

This was one of the rare occasions when Lena actually planned to get arrested. She had a letter for the Captain of the Guard which should get her off the hook. In theory.

...

"So, you are indeed a true Arisen," the Captain was satisfied, having read the letter and closely examined the scar on Lena's chest. "And your heart is missing, indeed. And you have pawns with you. Hmm... I guess I have to believe it. You must be the current Arisen, Ser..."

"The current Arisen?" Lena looked up in surprise. "Do you mean to say there are more Arisens here?"

"Oh yes, past Arisens who failed to kill their dragon or simply walked away," the Captain shrugged. "Plenty of them around. They are immortal, of course, but pawns stop following them, pawns only follow the current Arisen."

"Arisens are not immortal," Lena wasn't sure just how much the Captain knew about this whole Arisen business. "Arisens can fall in battle and die. All past Arisens also perish when 'the current Arisen' as you put it, kills the dragon and regains his or her heart. Unless this world works differently somehow?"

"No, this is about right," the Captain agreed. "Only the past Arisens here don't perish when the dragon is killed. They only perish when the current Arisen ends the cycle instead of killing the dragon... Except that the cycle then restarts again... I think... The Great Reset they call it... But it is only a legend. All great past Arisens have killed their dragons, that's the right thing to do because that makes you the Sovereign of Vermund. Until such time that one of the future Arisens kills their own dragon and replaces you... Err... I've never known a king who would willingly relinquish his crown though..." He added in a low voice, seemingly to himself. "The details are shrouded in history!" He confidently continued. "It has been centuries since the previous King of Vermund killed his dragon, and no one knows what happened to the sovereign who reigned before him! This is also not important. What is important however, is that we are currently without a king at all. Yes, Arisens are mortal, and I should have thought of that, because our last King, our last reigning Arisen, was murdered! We have Queen Regent now instead, the last King's wife, and she wishes to crown her son as the King of Vermund. Except that he is not an Arisen, and therefore cannot be our king..." The Captain looked at Lena triumphantly, having talked himself out of that corner. "Our rightful sovereign is you, Your Majesty!"

"WHAT?!"

"I pledge my fielty to you, the true Sovereign of Vermund!"

The Captain went down on one knee and bowed his head as he pronounced his oath, leaving Lena utterly stunned.

"Err... Umm... Captain... please rise," she finally managed to say. "That's rather unexpected."

"Perhaps," the Captain continued in a more relaxed tone, standing up. "But it's how it is. It is your duty, Your Majesty, to seek out and kill the dragon, not to shirk it, not to fail, it is your duty to the people of Vermund, as you are our true sovereign."

"Riiiight..." Lena squinted. "So by addressing me as 'Your Majesty' you plan to have me undertake all sorts of tasks for the good of the people of Vermund. Clever, Captain Brandt."

"You are either the true Arisen and therefore our rightful sovereign, or you are an imposter and I'll have you quartered and hung by the morrow. Your choice." The Captain put his hand on the hilt of his sword, his face impassable.

"Well, as long as we understand each other, Captain," Lena smiled at him. "As your true sovereign to whom you just now pledged your fielty, I need you to prepare the ground and make a list of those tasks that need doing..." She sighed with resolve. "While I start asking around about the dragon."

"As you command, Your Majesty!" The Captain clicked his heels. "Oh, and by the way... you are now persona non grata at the castle because Queen Regent will not suffer a true Arisen at her court. The Guard is sworn loyalty to her, but they answer to me. You will therefore be allowed to walk the castle grounds, but should you set foot in any of the buildings, you will be arrested and thrown in the gaol. Forgive me, Your Majesty, but I must do my duty. So a little discretion on your part would not go amiss..." His voice trailed off as he took in Lena's appearance - her dark leather armour, her daggers, her soft, quiet boots. "A thief, is it?" He grimaced, but quickly straightened his face. "It is of no import, Arisens come from all walks of life."

"Thief - no. Thieves die by my hand." Lena suddenly recalled in all vivid detail the bloodbath in Riften.

"I see," the Captain nodded approvingly. "Good luck to you, Assassin."

...

"What a mess!" Lena was retelling that interview to Rook and Scorpio. "I have no wish to become the sovereign of Vermund!"

"It doesn't look like you have a choice in the matter," Rook shook his head. "At least not yet. Getting quartered and hung is the less agreeable alternative. Did the Captain say what he wanted you to do?"

"Find and kill the dragon," Lena shrugged.

"A mere trifle," Scorpio nodded. "Where do we begin?"

...

As it turned out, Captain Brandt did come up with a number of tasks for Lena to do, mostly involving sneaking around the castle at night, preferably without getting caught. He had no idea how to locate the dragon however, so he suggested to travel the land and see if anything turned up.

"You might want to start in the village of Melve, Your Majesty," he pointed it out on the map. "They've recently suffered an attack by the dragon, so that may be a lead."

Melve was a coastal village like any other. When Lena and her pawns arrived there, it was just being attacked by a dragon.

"How convenient!" Lena cursed. "All right, let's join in the fun." She drew her daggers and charged at the dragon without hesitation.

"Has she gone soft in the head back in her own world?" Rook turned to Scorpio as they started preparing their respective incantations. "Daggers against a dragon?"

"No, you just watch," Scorpio grinned, hitting the dragon with a lightening bolt. The dragon stopped spitting fire for a moment, then shrieked in pain and surprise watching thick red blood spilling from deep gashes on its leg. It tried to lift off but found the wings perforated too... It didn't take much longer and a combined force of the village militia and Lena's pawns had the dragon lie dead. That was too easy.

"This isn't a dragon," Lena was examining the body. "It's a drake of course, so may be a wyvern or some such," she got up turning to her pawns. "Small and sickly, too. You do not kill a real dragon with daggers."

"It wasn't your daggers but the strength of your will, my hero!" A young woman with a bow wrestled her way through the crowd to where Lena was standing. "You are the Arisen! You must be!" Her eyes were sparkling, her lips were parted, her chest was heaving with excitement...

"And you are..?" Lena tried to cool things off.

"I am Ulrika, I lead this village in the fight against the dragon!" She answered proudly. "I welcome you to our village, Ser Arisen!"

"Your village is fighting against the dragon..?" Lena looked dubious and was about to say something unflattering, but Scorpio quickly intervened.

"Ser Arisen will be delighted to avail herself of your hospitality, Ser Ulrika," he offered gallantly. "We live to serve."

...

"That Ulrika is a bit odd," Lena was musing when they finally left the village of Melve the next day. "She fussed around me as if I am a knight in shining armour..."

"Well, some women prefer..." Scorpio started saying but Lena cut him off.

"Yes, I know!" She nearly screamed. "Just like that Queen What's-Her-Name in Gransys!" She rolled her eyes. "But don't I get a say in the matter, too?!"

"Apparently not," Rook chuckled. "Although it does make for decent entertainment..."

They walked in silence for a time, only interrupted by screams of goblins and howls of wolves that foolishly crossed their way. When the night fell, they set up camp on a clearing. With the four of them sitting around the fire, Dennis, their third pawn, casually observed: "Incidentally, I notice that all of us pawns are men. I wonder if it says something about the Arisen's preference."

"Yes, it does," Lena looked up sharply. "Women are annoying."

"Interesting," Dennis continued, grinning. "But this one Arisen whom I served, insisted on hiring exclusively women... I wonder why..."

"So how did you get in, then?" It was Scorpio who looked up this time.

"He couldn't find a female fighter with the right skills," Dennis shrugged. "He had me wear a petticoat all the while..."

"Each to their own," Rook closed the discussion. "Slaying a dragon while wearing a petticoat still counts. Come on, it's time we slept. I'll take the first watch."

...

The roads of Vermund and neighbouring Battahl were long and winding, circling around high cliffs and deep ravines, and although neither country was very large in area, travel took a lot of time. Travel and battles, as the lands were filled with aggressive beasts.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. The tasks that Captain Brandt penned for Lena, sent her all over the place, and often it was up to her to decide what to do next. Between the fighting and court intrigue, she had little time or energy left to think of home since she could not leave until she got her heart back from the dragon. And even then, finding a way to get back to Tamriel would prove a task in itself, just like it was in Gransys.

One night they were camping among red clay cliffs of the desert of Battahl. The night was pitch black as it could only be in the desert, with stars shining brightly above their heads. The world was reduced to a starry sky and a circle of light from the fire with four people gathered around it. Crickets were heard in the dark. All else was still.

Rook quietly got up and walked into the darkness, sitting down on the edge of a cliff, his back turned to his companions. He just sat there, looking at the stars.

After a while Lena joined him.

"You miss Benita, don't you?" She said quietly. "It's been a long time. Have you often been recalled since last we met?"

"Occasionally, yes," he nodded. "For Benita it only lasts a few hours each time, perhaps I'd be gone overnight at most. For me, however... it varies," he sighed. "You know how it works. Time loops and we are returned to the same night as when we were recalled, more or less. At least Benita doesn't age while I'm away, that is my only consolation."

Benita was Rook's human wife, she would grow old and die like all humans must, while Rook would go on living the life of an immortal pawn.

"I shall release you the moment you ask for it," Lena looked at him, but he kept looking at the stars. "It's been three months. Surely, that's long enough for anyone."

"Ordinarily, yes," he nodded. "But you are not just another Arisen. You're a friend, and I'll stay for as long as it takes, for as long as it makes sense for you to have me around. After all, there are mages more powerful than me, to be sure."

"To be sure, but I'd rather have a friend," Lena replied. They sat in silence for a while.

"You and Scorpio have to work it out," Rook suddenly said, looking at her sideways. "You're acting like two strangers while you're nothing like that."

"He built a wall around his heart again," Lena sighed. "Likely because I married. And I... if I had to choose, either choice would leave a wound that I would not survive... One has my heart, the other has my soul. And my child... yet with another man... I made such a mess of my life..."

"Life is a mess to begin with," Rook said quietly. "Which is why I married. My time with Benita is short and fragmented, yet those shards of warmth and light will remain with me when she is gone. It is a human tradition to marry, and so I did, to make her life less of a mess. Why did you marry since you could not choose?"

"My child," Lena paused. "It was a surprise, I never thought it possible. And when it happened... of course I kept it. But what a mess..."

She thought back to that morning when Lucien asked her to marry him. "Whatever for?!" She had exclaimed. "Mara can add nothing to what binds us already!" It was true, but Lucien's reply had brought her back to reality. Her child. "Marry me so that our child would have both parents," he had said. Her child, that was or wasn't his. The child that he had pledged to raise regardless. The child that was now in his care while she was on another world, with another man.

"Scorpio doesn't want to get hurt again," she sighed. "He opened up to me once and I married another man. And even though at the time I had thought I'd lost him forever, he was still hurt, of course... At least he came when I called for him in the Rift."

"Of course he came, he has a piece of your soul," Rook smiled at her. "Have faith. Your Arisen's Bond still holds, does it not?" A sliver of golden light wrapped around Lena's finger. She shot a glance towards the fire, and a sliver of golden light wrapped around Scorpio's finger as well. He looked up. They would have to work it out, but not on that night which was already turning into dawn.

[Lena Wolf]

Scorpio is now on PS5 servers, currently level 59. He alternates between a Fighter and a Sorcerer. He does get called up for pawn duty, like every other pawn.

This is Dragon's Dogma II by Capcom!

This post has been edited by Lena Wolf: Apr 8 2024, 08:26 PM

[Acadian]

Lena, what game are those screenshots from?

[Lena Wolf]

This is Dragon's Dogma II by Capcom! Sorry, I forgot to say. It is all new, just came out on 22 March this year. I've been playing it since on my brand new PS5. So the story is also from there, although I won't be telling it as such, so no spoilers. What I told so far was only introduction.

This post has been edited by Lena Wolf: Apr 8 2024, 08:35 PM

[Lena Wolf]

Is there something behind me?

I keep forgetting taking screenshots as I play. This cyclops was particularly annoying, but it slumped in this peculiar pose in the end. It is well dead in this picture.

One big improvement of Dragon's Dogma 2 compared to the original title, is in the postures of NPCs. A lot more variety here, as you see with that elven lady trying to look at the cyclops without turning around. All my screenshots are from the game itself, no mods, I play on PS5, so mods are not possible to begin with! And I wouldn't use mods until I played the game in vanilla through and through anyway. Got to discover what it has of its own, and this game has A LOT.

[Acadian]

Glad you're enjoying Dragon's Dogma II!

[Lena Wolf]

Hearthfire, 4E203 - Life is not meant to make any sense

Lena was once again waist deep in politics of the world she was in, regardless of how much she disliked to be mixed up in politics. She was being called upon to perform all sorts of "duties" to the "people of such and such kingdom" from thwarting regicide to abating rebellion to thwarting said rebellion...

"How can all of it be for the good of the people?" Lena looked at her pawns in turn when once again they were camping in the desert of Battahl. "Surely, most of these tasks have conflicting interests?"

"Well, they all serve at least some of the people," Rook chuckled. "Just not necessarily the same ones. You're the Arisen, you get called everywhere. You don't have to accept each request, you know."

"I cannot not accept," Lena sighed. "If I am to understand what is going on, I have to get into all of it. How else am I to track down that damnable dragon? No one knows where it is!"

"Or no one is telling you - yet," Scorpio looked at her with significance. "Remember how it was in Gransys? Someone knows, but won't tell until much later. I bet it's the same here. First they'll try to get you killed, until they eventually give up and tell you about the dragon in the hope that the dragon would finish the job. I don't know for sure, but it seems a logical course of action."

Lena was getting frustrated with the tasks, with the negative attitude and derisive stares of people of Battahl towards her pawns, she was getting tired of the incessant fights with bandits, of goblin packs appearing from nowhere, of cyclopi and golems hiding behind every cliff... But most of all she was frustrated with Scorpio behaving like an exemplary pawn. The wall around his heart was thickening, without a sign of it breaking down.

One day they were crossing a ravine over a rope bridge when they got attacked by harpies, and even though Lena tried to urge her pawns to cross quickly and fight afterwards, the harpies were too fast for that. They hit the bridge and it collapsed, sending Rook and Scorpio into the river below and to certain death. One harpy also grabbed Fairy, their fighter, who had crossed the bridge with Lena. A moment longer, and Fairy too would be dropped into the river... It was luck more than anything that Lena managed to shoot down that harpy before it reached the ravine, and Fairy was saved. Together they brought down the entire flock, but that of course could not save Rook and Scorpio. Lena stood on the cliff edge looking down into the waters far below.

"It's dangerous to stand so close to the cliff edge, master," Fairy said quietly. "They are not permanently perished, you know that, right?"

"I know," Lena answered in a low voice. "I've been around the block a few times before..." Her voice trailed off as she was trying to stop tears running down her face. "I still can't bear it..."

Fairy put her arm around Lena's shoulders and gently moved her away from the cliff edge. They sat down on a rock a few paces away.

"These things happen," Fairy said quietly. "They didn't even fall in battle... It was an accident. There was nothing you could have done..."

"Yes, there was!" Lena suddenly cried out. "I could have told you all to wait before the bridge, I could have shot down most of those harpies from a distance, or else ran over the bridge myself and dealt with them... I could have..." Her sobs interrupted her outburst.

"But why, master?" Fairy was perplexed. "We are immortal... No pawn perished in a harpy attack as yet... Not these harpies, anyway... These don't petrify... You'll get your pawn back at the next riftstone... and even if you don't, you can always have another. It's not like he's got a piece of your soul..."

Lena didn't say anything, she was silently crying, her chest filled with grief. Yes, she would get Scorpio back at the next riftstone. Scorpio, her pawn, not Scorpio, her friend. She had tried everything she could think of to change his attitude, but her efforts had so far been in vain. Rook thought she should keep trying, as their Arisen's Bond still held, not showing any signs of fading. So what was she doing wrong?

"Scorpio is not just another pawn," Lena finally said. "Rook isn't either. But I am not worried about Rook - I know I can call on him again. But Scorpio... I don't know what to do with him, see. He's changed."

"Do you not wish him as your pawn any longer?" Fairy's voice fell. To be abandoned by your master was the worst fate any pawn could suffer.

"No," Lena shook her head. "I want him back as my friend." She turned to look at Fairy who was even more perplexed than before. "He does have a piece of my soul."

They sat in silence for a while, then Fairy suddenly got up and said in a decisive tone: "Come, master. There is a riftstone not far from here. Sitting here sobbing will not do anyone any good." She took Lena by the elbow and lifted her up. "Follow me."

Somewhat bewildered, Lena followed. Weren't pawns supposed to follow their master instead..?

Arriving at the riftstone, Lena again followed Fairy's urges and touched it, and Scorpio stepped out of the Rift.

"Here I am again, master," he said quite dispassionately. Lena turned away.

"Why don't you go and fetch Rook, master," Fairy said matter-of-factly. "We'll wait here."

As Lena stepped into the Rift to look for Rook, Fairy turned to Scorpio.

"You are the biggest dunderhead I've ever met!" She hissed at him. "And I've met a few in my day, pawns and Arisen both! What's that around your finger?" She pointed at the Arisen's Bond, glowing in the dark. "How many pawns do you know that got that from their Arisen? One or two, perhaps. But you've got something else as well, I hear - a piece of her soul! So what's your problem? Playing hard to get?!"

If there ever was a scorned fury, she was now glaring at Scorpio. Stunned, he took a step back.

"How did you..?" He was too surprised to say anything sensible. What business was it of hers, anyway? "That's none of your business!" He finally caught himself. "That's between my Arisen and me!"

"And have you seen what that does to your Arisen?" Fairy wasn't giving up. "What happens to her when you fall to your death? Well? You can see into her soul, so do it!"

Fairy's tone was commanding, but Scorpio was having none of it.

"Is this some sort of female solidarity or something?" He squinted at Fairy. "She made her choice - she married another man. I've been set aside. I am her pawn still, but that's as far as it goes."

"Idiot!!" That was all that Fairy could say before Lena emerged from the Rift with Rook. Rook took one look around and understood what was going on.

"Shush, everyone, I need to focus," he took out his staff and started incanting a spell. "Wolf and Fairy require healing."

...

"I want to stay in this world until the end of time, provided you stay with me."

They were back in town and Lena was sorting through herbs, fruit, bits of horn, bone and ore that they collected on the road. Scorpio stood behind her holding more bags of bits to sort. He spoke softly, as if to himself.

"I miss you too."

Lena remained silent, taking the next bag he handed to her and resuming sorting.

"My heart is slowly dying behind the wall I built to keep you out."

Lena stopped sorting and stood up to face him.

"And my soul hurts every time I run up against that wall."

"I know, I can feel it too."

"But?"

"But..." Scorpio sighed, taking her hand and touching the wedding ring on Lena's finger. "I cannot figure it out, Wolf. Your first bond was with you since before we met. I always knew it... Why did you give a piece of your soul for me when I perished? Why did you forge the second bond when you already had the first?"

"I could not face losing you..." Lena shuddered, instantly transported to that moment in her mind. "My bond to you had already been forged before that... and I didn't know what I was doing to you by giving a piece of my soul. I should have let you go and dealt with my loss... but instead... I was selfish."

She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, pulled out her hand and resumed sorting materials.

"Is the Arisen at home?" A voice spoke outside the window.

"She's inside, sorting materials, I think," Rook replied. "She'll be out soon enough." He said something else, keeping the visitor from entering the house.

"Your young elven admirer is seeking your company again," Scorpio looked out the window. "Why are you leading him on?"

"I like him," Lena grinned. "He's polite and he blushes easily... Didn't he just have his adulthood ceremony or something? He's too young for me, I'm sure he realises that."

"He's an elf," Scorpio shook his head. "This makes him well over a hundred years old. Hardly a child any longer..."

"In which case he should know not to fall for older women," Lena shrugged. "Or women who already have previous bonds."

She stood up facing Scorpio again.

"Life is not meant to make any sense." She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him, ignoring the icy response at first, then feeling the ice melt away. The young elf outside glanced into the open window.

"Isn't that... her pawn?" He turned to Rook with a look of incomprehension.

"This Arisen makes unusual choices," Rook smiled. "Defies convention... a bit like yourself, keeping company with humans and all. I think that's why she likes you. Give them a moment. She'll come out and grant your request, I'm certain."

[Lena Wolf]

Evening Star, 4E203 - Coronation

Lena killed the dragon and became the Sovran of Vermund, but she didn't get her heart back. The day of the coronation was all a haze to her. The best royal beauticians spent hours reducing the puffiness under her eyes and the inflamed redness of her face as she had spent the night crying.

"I just don't see a way out..." She was saying over and over, sobbing. "Where did I go wrong? I killed the dragon, should I not have received my heart back? I got it back last time..."

"This world works differently, it seems," Scorpio didn't have any answers, so he just sat next to her, stroking her hair. "This is evidently not the end. We'll just need to figure out how things really work here."

"And in the meantime they are crowning me into a Sovran!" Lena's sobs redoubled. "I am no queen! I don't want to be a queen! But I cannot refuse - if I do, they'll hang me as a false Arisen!"

"And we want to avoid your untimely demise," Scorpio tried to calm her. "It is not as bad as that. You get to live in a castle, you'll have the best garments, the loveliest jewels..." Lena's sobs were only getting worse - she didn't care for any of those things, not at all... not really... well... may be a little... that part wasn't too bad, in fact... but definitely not worth being stuck there for all eternity, and without her heart!

"They don't allow pawns in the castle," she continued sobbing. "They won't let you in and I'll be all alone here..."

"Well, but you will be the Sovran," Scorpio shrugged. "You can change that." Lena stopped sobbing. "In fact, the previous king had his pawn with him here, as his bodyguard. I shall be your bodyguard then."

"Hmm..." Lena stopped sobbing and looked at him. "My consort. Not bodyguard."

"They won't allow it, pawn or no pawn," Scorpio shook his head. "Your hand in marriage is too valuable as a diplomatic commodity to allow it to go wasted on a consort."

Lena rolled her eyes but didn't say anything. On the one hand, Scorpio was probably right, on the other hand, if the gentry of Vermund decided to crown her as their Sovran, they may be getting more than they bargained for - this Arisen was not a fraud and had a will and stubborness to match.

"All right, we'll start with the bodyguard," Lena nodded. "In appearances at least..."

...

The coronation the following day was as pompous as could be expected. Lena's head felt heavy, her speech was sluggish, her thoughts were somewhat confused. "Surely, this could not be because of all the tears last night?" She wondered, trying to shake off the haze and being unable to do so. Time and time again she turned around to make sure that Scorpio was still right behind her, that he had not been removed while she wasn't looking. As the ceremony progressed, some twenty or thirty pawns were led into the Great Hall and made to kneel to her, demonstrating her power over them, the power of a true Arisen. But it wasn't she who was commanding them... it felt odd, she felt being set up. At the culmination of the ceremony, newly crowned, she was offered a goblet of wine to be raised for the glory of Vermund. She raised it. The crowd cheered. She drank... and everything went black.

...

"Well?! I can do this all day!" Lena heard Scorpio's angry voice between clashes of steel and shrieks of pain. "The Arisen is not accepting visitors!"

Lena opened her eyes. She was lying on a luxurious four-poster bed in a richly decorated chamber. Her coronation gown was draped over a stand nearby. She was wearing... prison garb? How odd...

She rubbed her eyes and looked around. This was the royal chamber, she recalled it from her sneaking around the castle previously. Scorpio was fencing with several opponents, it seemed, not allowing them to enter... What on Nirn was going on?!

Whatever it was, appearing in prison garb was the wrong thing to do, she felt instinctively, so she threw it off... but not finding anything else to replace it, and not having the time or assistance to get into the coronation gown, she wrapped herself in a bedsheet - after all, togas never went out of fashion.

"What is going on?" She stepped towards the door, keeping her hand on the hilt of her dagger hidden in the folds of her "toga".

"Your Majesty!" The knights on the other side of the door immediately stopped combat. "By the order of Lord Chancellor, we are here to guard your person," one of the knights turned to Lena, "but this... pawn..." he glared at Scorpio, "is preventing us from fulfilling our duty!"

"This is Ser Scorpio, my personal guard," Lena tried to sound as official as possible. "Have you not been informed? I shall have a word with Lord Chancellor about that," she looked sternly at each of the knights, and they each took a step back. "You may guard my chambers from the outside. Make yourselves useful and fetch me my maid. And bandage those cuts - you're dripping blood all over the floor!" She glared at them another time and closed the door into their faces. "What the..?" She started saying, but Scorpio signalled her to be quiet and went about checking every alcove, every closet and every window. When he was satisfied, he tossed her some clothes from a chest in the corner - her old assassin's armour.

"Glad you have a clear head again," he said, watching her dress. "You were drugged at the coronation, probably before the coronation as well. You fainted and were brought here, they tried to kill me but failed, I got in through the window, found you on the bed unconscious wearing prison garb... I believe the plan was to have these knights come in and discover that their new Sovran is a false Arisen... But it didn't work out like that," he grinned.

"Where did you get my armour from?" Lena was checking her pockets - poisons, potions, lockpicks - everything was in place.

"Rook," Scorpio was watching shadows in the castle gardens as the sun was setting. "He seems to have known what to expect... somehow..."

"There's a lot more to Rook than what meets the eye," Lena nodded. "Level ten mage my foot," she smirked. "But anyhow - what do we do now?"

"It's your choice: either we escape and you become a fugitive, or we stay and you play the Sovran. I believe your life is in no immediate danger, at least not tonight."

"We stay," Lena said firmly. "This court intrigue needs to be unravelled. I need to find who is pulling the strings. It can't be the previous Queen Regent, surely?"

"I think not," Scorpio nodded. "I think it is whoever was manipulating her... whoever murdered the previous king, perhaps."

"How delightful," Lena grimaced.

At that moment there was a knock on the door and a maid laden with clothing and accessories entered the room.

"Your Majesty called?" She panted. "I gathered these and came as quickly as I could... I hope at least some of these garments will fit Your Majesty's person... until more suitable garments can be made... I didn't know what to do... there have been no orders..." She blushed, clearly confused. "Oh... Your Majesty is all dressed already! But how..?"

"It's fine, thank you," Lena tried to be soothing. "Let's see what you brought. I don't expect my armour would be appropriate to wear to dinner anyway..."

...

When Lena appeared at dinner that evening, dressed in a suitable attire and accompanied by her personal guard, heads turned, and some surprised glances were exchanged. The Sovran of Vermund was taking her place. With the dragon slain and the Arisen to guide them, the people of Vermund were looking forward to many years of peace and prosperity. All hail the Sovran! All hail..!

[Acadian]

The new queen of Vermund! The coronation could have gone better methinks. Yikes, plenty of courtly intrigue about but I imagine Lena is right - the gentry of Vermund is getting more than they bargained for. . . .

[Lena Wolf]

Indeed... A lot is still to come. Without her heart, and without a way back to Tamriel, Lena is stuck in that world and needs to figure it out so that she could leave. How long will she end up staying there? That's a very good question. Last time in a parallel world, it took years to find a way out. She thought this time she could "skip" it but it seems this world works differently, while still being so very familiar... She's having the deja vu effect all the time, yet is still stuck.

The story that I'm telling here is NOT the story told by the Dragon's Dogma game. It is loosely based on the introductory cinematic and on a few ideas hinted at during the game. As such it is not a spoiler as it does not retell anything that takes place in the actual game.

There are two reasons for this. Firstly, the game is new and too many people haven't played it yet and I don't want to spoil it for them. Secondly, Capcom is not very good at story telling... As brilliant as both Dragon's Dogma games are, the stories in them are filled with gaps and inconsistencies... if you can fill something with gaps... it's worse than Swiss cheese! So instead I am telling my own story, and let's hope it will lead Lena back home some day...

[Lena Wolf]

Evening Star, 4E203 - Strike where it hurts most

"That was a brilliant plan, congratulations!" Someone was gazing into a crystal ball. "Look - now she went and killed the dragon! And ended up right where she began! Genius!"

"You wanted her out of the picture," another voice replied. "We've so far been trying to get her removed - killed, teleported, transformed - but she managed to thwart it all and even escaped back into her own world for a time. But the answer was much simpler than that: this Arisen cannot leave injustice well alone; she cannot leave her goals alone. She will always try to slay the dragon. So we let her. It's just that the dragon no longer carries her release..." He chuckled. "She followed her instincts and they led her astray."

"She's well and truly mired in this quicksand now," the first voice laughed. "The stronger her will, the greater her efforts to free herself, the deeper in she will sink... Congratulations, my friend. I believe the Legion can breathe easy again."

"Perhaps we should not become complacent, however," the second voice sounded cautious. "She is resourceful. She may surprise us again."

"We'll keep watch, to be sure," the first voice grew somber. "We need to give her something to do, an impression of purpose... Get to it."

...

The weeks after the coronation were peaceful. Lena was getting acquainted with the court and the gentry of Vermund, for if she was to figure out who was plotting intrigue against her, she had to know the players. Her life thus resembled the life of any noble, with receptions, dinners, social gatherings, dances and luncheons in never ending succession. Wherever she went, Scorpio was never far behind, for the Sovran would not be seen without her personal guard. Both of them were getting very bored, and yet Lena had not learned anything of value.

"I don't know how much longer I can do this," she was saying to Scorpio one evening after a particularly long and boring soiree. "All these lords and ladies seem too inconsequential to be plotting against me... They seem happy to have me here as long as I indulge them in their favourite passtime... even if I honestly cannot see how they can stand it, day in, day out."

"I wouldn't mind fighting another dragon instead," Scorpio nodded. "I feel numb. And I'm not the one having to engage in conversation with them... I don't know how you can stand it at all."

...

The next morning, like every morning, Lena was taking a walk in the Castle Gardens among the roses, the fountains and the bird song, nodding and waving to lords and ladies doing the same. As usual, Scorpio was with her, a few steps behind. He still wore his half plate armour, having rejected larger and heavier knight's full plate, even though his position as the Sovran's bodyguard warranted the best and most fanciful armour. "It's too heavy and we are not fighting a golem, I don't need that protection," he would say. "Agility is more important for a bodyguard." And so, his slender hips and half-exposed chest with a dragon tattoo attracted many a glance, both of envy and admiration.

"Do you suppose there's anything going on between the Sovran and her bodyguard?" Lena finally overheard. "Such an attractive young man..."

"Hardly a young man! And keep your voice down!" Someone hissed back. "He's a pawn... he may be centuries old... time loops for them, I heard... there's no telling how old he is. Pawns aren't people."

"He certainly looks like a man to me!" The first voice disagreed. "And a touch of experience makes him only more attractive... I would not be at all surprised if he was more than a bodyguard... Doesn't he stay in her chambers?"

"Of course he does, he's a bodyguard!"

"Well... Perhaps someone needs to check on them some time."

The voices went quiet. Lena tried to see who the two people were, but rose bushes were too dense to see through. "Two older men," she thought. "One voice seems familiar, the other one new. Lord Chancellor and someone unknown. Interesting."

The truth of the matter was that of course Scorpio was more than a bodyguard, and he didn't sleep on the floor in her chamber either. Lena had been very surprised so far to not have received a reprimand from the likes of Lord Chancellor for it. Did they not want to make her marry some prince from a distant land for the good of the people of Vermund? That was the way of royalty in every world Lena had known. She was therefore relieved to finally hear concern in Lord Chancellor's voice.

"We may receive a visit in the middle of the night one of these days," she told Scorpio when they were alone. "I overheard a conversation..."

"Yeah, I heard it too," he sounded rather annoyed. "I told you they would not allow a consort."

"I wonder who the other man was."

But the night came, and there was no visit, no mention of the matter to Lena in any way. She didn't like it, and Scorpio liked it even less. "They are plotting something," he would say, his eyes red from the lack of sleep. "I'll have to sleep eventually, and then..."

Several weeks passed, and nothing happened. Scorpio finally relaxed and resumed sleeping at night because pawns had to eat and sleep just like everyone else. The only edge that he had, was in his training which was superior to most guards. But then again, palace guards didn't normally have to battle dragons.

The change was subtle and gradual and worthy of a proper Courtly Intrigue. Scorpio got noticed by the gentry. He was no longer perceived as one of the statues behind the Sovran, he was now seen and treated as a member of the court. People would greet him personally. Engage in small talk. Invite him to gatherings and soirees. Ser Scorpio became the news of the moment, and Lena was surprised to realise that he was just as good at sophisticated conversation and gallant dancing as he was at thrashing goblins. And he didn't learn it walking with her, so... oh yes, he was no young man.

"You seem uneasy," he said one evening. "Do you not wish me to engage with the members of the court? I can be mute, if you prefer."

"No-no, it's not that," Lena lied. "It's..."

"It's a nice try, but please don't lie to me," Scorpio smirked. "I've been around the block a few times, you know. With you, as well as with other Arisen. Courtly intrigue is always the same. You wanted to know what was going on, and this might give you a lead. But I shall stop if you want me to stop, my all is yours to shape, master..." He laughed as Lena shot him a glance - not that again! They were long past the master-pawn stage.

"Well, I guess I am jealous," Lena said, blushing. "And I have no right to be, I know. But it doesn't work that way."

"I wonder if someone is trying to make you jealous," Scorpio mused. He got up and took a careful look at the wall opposite the bed revealing a well-concealed peephole that didn't look new. "A standard device to monitor the current sovran," Scorpio smirked. "They always use this room as the Royal Chamber, do they not? And this bed looks so solid and heavy, it surely never moved from the spot. Indeed. So they know that you and I... and nothing so far occurred... I don't like this at all."

Any good Courtly Intrigue involves each party knowing everything about the other party and the fact that the other party knows everything about them, so when someone makes a move, it is anticipated by everyone else, making the response one of the anticipated responses to which then... Are you with me still? Lena's head was spinning. Did she in fact know what the other party's response to Scorpio might be? She did not, she was playing it by ear, and may be that wasn't enough. One morning she woke up alone - Scorpio was missing.

Lena's first thought was to find Rook and ask him for help, but pride and shame stopped her in her tracks. "This mess is of my own making," she thought. "What did I expect, exactly? It is for me to solve on my own." She didn't have many leads and started with Lord Chancellor.

...

"Your Majesty!" Lord Chancellor greeted her when she entered his office. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit? Do you wish to pass a new decree? Is there a rebellion to be quelled? A new royal gown to be ordered, perhaps? The Chancery is at your disposal."

"I wish to select a new personal guard," Lena said pleasantly but firmly. "My old one is... indisposed."

"Indeed?" Lord Chancellor looked astonished. "That is most... err... I mean... Does Your Majesty insist on the new guard having the same duties as the previous one? Or perhaps... err... the knights outside Your Majesty's door might suffice?"

"Lord Chancellor, what are you saying?" Lena looked sternly at him. "I am aware of the rumours regarding me and my previous guard, and I wonder whether that is the reason he has been removed. What is your take on this?"

"Well, since you put it like that," Lord Chancellor sighed a sigh of relief. "We cannot allow for a royal consort, Your Majesty. Not even one that is as close to you as your pawn. Yes, we are aware of the... err... rumours. But with that said... Even Queen Regent before you... carrying on the way she did... I never interfered. Forgive me, Your Majesty, I am an old man, and love is a game for the young..."

Lena silently smirked at that. Lord Chancellor must have been taking her at face value, and she looked in her twenties.

"I thank you, Lord Chancellor," she nodded and smiled. "The knights outside my door will certainly suffice for now. Please keep me apraised of any unexpected developments, should any occur..." She turned to leave, then turned back to face him again. "Whatever happened to the previous ruler - Queen Regent? You didn't hang her, I hope?"

"Oh gods, no!" Lord Chancellor stepped back in horror. "She is the widow of the previous sovran! Her life is sacred! Queen Regent and her son still live in the castle... Perhaps her son Sven might make for a suitable company for you, being equal to Your Majesty in age and standing... He is the late king's son, after all... or the son of the late king's widow, at least... for Arisen cannot sire children, I hear..."

"On the account of being in fact living dead, yes," Lena looked straight at him. Lord Chancellor seemed to be more at ease talking to her about her missing heart than about her missing lover. "I thank you, Lord Chancellor, for your candid response."

She left the room. She had heard rumours about Queen Regent and some foreign dignitary before... But was it of any importance? "Arisen cannot sire children, yet the previous king had a son... and no one bat an eyelid," she smirked to herself. "I wonder who his father might be." Sensing that answering that question might lead her closer to the core of the matter, she decided to befriend Sven. "Close to me in age in standing," she smirked again. "But he's like... twelve!"

Sven wasn't twelve but twenty, with all the rebellious spirit of a teenager cooped up within castle walls. Guards had their hands full extricating him from street fights and brothels alike. He was, in a word, a regular young man. And he was a prince, but without any hope of the throne. The laws of Vermund required the sovran to be an Arisen, not a mere child of such. Befriending him was easy, he was glad of new company and soon was accompanying Lena everywhere she went, almost like Scorpio did before him. A week had passed, then another. The courtiers had all but forgotten about Ser Scorpio and focused on Regentkin Sven. The search for Scorpio went stale and cold.