I wrote this a few days ago. I was about to get sick (which I didn't know) and do not even remember writing most of this! ... It's entertaining, but you can tell towards the end I was losing focus!
Tirdas, 9:07 AM, 2nd of Mid Year
Lord Haaf-MerseyDays Passed
"You shoulddd have seen me at tha height of my addvenddduring career. I was feerless, and took too many reesks. But dat's whad it was all aboud."
Snow falls thick from the sky, and although it is morning, it is hard to tell if this is truely so. On days like this, there isn't much difference between morning, noon and afternoon up here in The Pale. Lord Haaf-Mersey
and his new wife Mjoll the Lioness walk single file out of Dawnstar. Occasionally the Lord raises his hand, casting a spell which is unseen to his other half. oooooooooooo
... 'Clairvoyance' it is called. It's a spell which back in the 3rd Era would probably be found in Tamriel's long-lost Mysticism class. But now it's considered Illusion.
...And Haaf-Mersey is glad for this. Mjoll the Lioness hasn't got much of an aptitude for magic, so she cannot see
what his spell actually does. And he does not
want his new wife to know he is calling upon forces of magic to steer him towards his latest location.
The Lord is trying something new today: a new route back to Winterhold, eschewing roads he has traveled so many times in favor of a walk through packed snow. So he is especially
glad when (after awhile) his spell starts to fail
him. It tells him to go one way, then seems to change its mind and sends him towards the opposite.
"Blasted to Oblivion!"
He is glad Mjoll can't tell what is happening, magically-speaking. He fears embarassment at the very thought!
"Contemptuous wizardry, cannot one rely simply upon banalities of essence?!"
After awhile, the Lord gives up, and stops casting his magic. Sometimes, one must use his own
wits to travel by, especially if he (and she) happen to not be travelling upon a road.
...The Lord gets frustrated, then a brainstorm occurs...
As his clairvoyance spell loses focus, the Lord realizes there are visable shadows falling on the ground
, caused by Mjoll and he. Haaf-Mersey remembers his military training (from his Cyrodiilic youth) and orients himself so that their shadows fall behind
them. NOW he knows he is headed east, since it is still morning. ... The shadows which fall behind happen to be a long ones, too. The longer the better. When the shadows start to fall directly under their feet, the Lord knows it is about Noon, shadows will no longer be useful, and this means all travel must stop.
"One trick, the natural lights of Kynareth, whose spritis shineth with grace upon these cast-about stones, shalt guide us towards our fate," he says to Mjoll happily, knowing she'll barely be able to understand him.
Lord Haaf-Mersey, the Crusader from Cyrodiil, has just found a very important item, one which will change the fate of Skyrim itself. He and Mjoll need to make it back to an obscure ice cave near Winterhold, where a madman named Septimus awaits.
"My maadher was a sdddrong woman. She's da one who instrudddcted me on my swordfighting techiques. Can you imageen?"
Lord Haaf-Mersey rolls his eyes. Good thing he's leading the pair, and therefore she cannot see this.
As a former adventurer, Mjoll the Lioness has plenty of stories to tell, and he's heard all of them. Many
times. He's heard how her "fahhder took her into Morddowind" when she was just a child, and that "da cleef racers made for excallent sport". He has heard how she "once was nearly rubbed by a cut-puhse on da road", but when she "drew Greemsever, I think da poor man soiledd his armors!" Oh, and let us not forget how she's "Nevah been a sell-sword", and "nevah traddded her skills for pay," and "always addveddured on her own terms."
"M'lady Mara, give me strength," the Lord begs as the pair near an Imperial stronghold.
After getting married, Lord Haaf-Mersey returned home to Lakeview Manor, and was surprised when his new wife refused
to accept becoming a steward for his property. Now that Mjoll has been traveling about again, she's not accepting a docile, easygoing life in Falkreath Hold, merely tending to gardens and reading books.* She is not
wanting to obey him, and give up adventuring. Since Marcurio was no longer staying at Lakeview, this meant that his adopted daughter Lucia would now have to live alone, ... at least until he finds whatever solution there may be to find.
"I mees da cold air. Walking the breadddth of Skyreem has always feeled my heard with excitemend".
"We walk the breadth of Skyrim now, you twit", the Lord comments under his breath.
The pair make it to Winterhold a day later. Once inside the Frozen Hearth, room rented and bellies full, Lord Haaf-Mersey picks up the Elder Scroll he has retrieved, and tries to read it.
Once again, his efforts are in vain.This post has been edited by Renee Gade IV: May 10 2013, 11:31 PM