Trey in Mournhold, Chapter 6 Options

[treydog]

Although I was summoned to see Queen Barenziah, I did not immediately go to her chambers. Instead, I made some preparations. The request for my presence was not formal, after all, and did not specify a day or time. Therefore, after securing my old room at the Winged Guar, I availed myself of a bath and also carefully cleaned my clothing and gear. Those who have followed my story this far may be surprised that I took such care over a meeting with a member of the nobility, a class which I despised. And there may have been some hypocrisy in my actions, considering my generally low opinion of so-called royalty. But it is in that phrase that the reason for my attitude toward Barenziah may be found. In my experience, most nobles were anything but noble. They were greedy, stupid, arrogant, and self-absorbed- and those were their good points. But Barenziah had been a queen in truth, not just as a title. She had been instrumental in exposing and thwarting the plot of Jagar Tharn, who had impersonated Emperor Uriel Septim VII. More than that, she had always been concerned for the welfare of the common people and had done much to ease their suffering. There were additional rumors about her adventurous youth, but confirmation was hard to come by. No one, however, questioned the fact that she was highly skilled in the art of magic and more than able to navigate the dangerous world of court intrigue with grace and wit. She had lived for over 500 years, many of them during a time that all the royal families of Tamriel were at grave risk. All of that being true, I would grant her the respect that her years and her actions had earned.

I also engaged in an additional bit of preparation- a search for knowledge. My reasoning was simple: if I was to meet this great lady, I would need all the information I could find. Therefore, once I had seen to my appearance, I made my way to the bookseller in the Great Bazaar. Sanaso Sarothran happily sold me the full set of the Biography of Barenziah, which was the version of the queen’s story authorized by the Tribunal Temple. When I inquired after The Real Barenziah, she told me that no copies of that work were available in Mournhold and that it was more than her life was worth to even own those books, let alone sell them. The Temple was quite serious about suppressing that particular work, and it was one of the few things about which they and King Helseth were in agreement. While the authorized biography made for interesting reading, it had clearly been heavily edited and probably bore only a passing resemblance to reality. Perhaps if I had sought more diligently for the volumes of The Real Barenziah, things would have turned out differently. But then again, perhaps not. There are some events that must happen, and all the preparation and knowledge in the world cannot change them. As I was about to discover, Barenziah was much more than a character in a story, or a queen, or a noble. She was a force of nature. And now, it was time to meet her. I returned to the Palace and approached the door to the queen’s chambers. Upon my knock, a pleasant voice bade me enter.

When I said that Barenziah was a “force of nature,” I suppose that, for many, the phrase conjures the image of a great storm or an avalanche. But there is another force, a force that works quietly to impose major changes on the world. Think of the slow, constant effect of water on stone. Consider how the water shapes the stone over time. Such was the effect of the former queen of Mournhold. Like all elves, she was long-lived. And she was therefore able to wait patiently, to work her will slowly, achieving results after decades of subtle effort. But I only realized that long after our first meeting. At the time, I was too caught up in her sheer presence to recognize her depth. In appearance, she was typical of the Dunmeri race, with gray skin and red eyes. Her features were pleasant, and the few lines of her face appeared to be those of someone who smiled and laughed often. As befit her station, she was richly dressed and her white hair was elaborately dressed and curled. I thought it interesting that she made no attempt to disguise her great age, but rather displayed its signs prominently. Perhaps only we short-lived humans turn our vanity toward seeking the appearance of perpetual youth, while the eternal elves understand that age and wisdom are more deserving of veneration. And there was wisdom in her eyes, of that there can be no doubt. Again and again, in my memories of Barenziah, I come back to her eyes. She was reputed to be skillful in magic; perhaps she cast a spell upon me in that first moment of meeting. If so, it was of a sort that I have never encountered in all the long years since that day, for, if spell it was, it influences me still. Along with wisdom, her eyes seemed to hold a sense of fun, as if there was still an elven child lurking within and peering out at the clumsy Breton and dancing with laughter. But the laughter was not directed at me, at least not in any mean-spirited way. Instead, it was an invitation to share in the great adventure that was life. Maybe none of those impressions were real; maybe she did ensorcel me. And maybe she made me think of my own magical mother, a woman who I never knew, and yet carried with me always.

I must have spent enough time staring for it to seem rude, for Barenziah’s attendant, a no-nonsense Redguard, finally said,

“Is that how you were taught to greet the Queen? I vow that I could teach you some manners and it is a lesson you’d not forget.”

The queen waved a calming hand and said,

“Peace, Alusannah. He is merely a young man who is not used to court ways and court manners. As well to berate a fish for being uncomfortable upon the land or a bird for disliking the burrow of a badger. We are each of us fit for our own element and more at home therein. So, peace.”

The gracious speech, delivered in an amused tone, brought me back to myself and I bowed low, muttering,

“I beg your pardon, great lady. How may I be of service?”

Overwhelmed by her presence though I was, I would kneel before no one, not even the Emperor himself. In that, at least, I was still my own man. Still smiling, Barenziah gestured me to a chair, where I perched uncomfortably. After studying me closely for a time, she again spoke.

“Greetings, Trey. I’ve wanted to speak with you. I understand that you’ve performed some tasks for Tienius and you’ve done well. I believe that there are other matters you should investigate.”

I should have known by then that even a careful question could be dangerous, but my curiosity over what the queen might want with me overcame my natural caution, so I asked,

”What ‘other matters’ do you think need investigation?”

“Mournhold is a town of two minds. On the one hand, there is the monarchy, led by Helseth, and on the other there is the Temple, and the goddess Almalexia. It is hard to know whom you may trust. While there has been no open hostility between the two, there are always undercurrents that bear watching. I would like you to make yourself known to the Temple. See what you can learn. Speak to Fedris Hler. He is a powerful man in the Temple, a confidant of Almalexia. See if you can get to know him a bit.”

Because the queen had been polite, I responded in kind, rather than stating my feelings about Fedris Hler more bluntly.

“My lady, I have met Fedris Hler and I do not believe he likes me very much.”

That news did not seem to concern Barenziah particularly, as she responded,

“There is more to Hler than one would think. He hides a brilliant mind behind that gruff exterior. It is fairly widely known that he is the leader of the Hands of Almalexia. He will not respond to a charming pair of blue eyes,” she paused to smile at me again, “but he is impressed by plain-speaking. It would be a great service to me if you could discover what concerns occupy Fedris Hler and the goddess.”

I had hoped to avoid further contact with the Temple, but that plan seemed destined to fail. It was clear that the path to Helseth was guarded by his mother. Her words in his ear would determine whether he ever spoke to me or not. Those thoughts reminded me of something else she had mentioned, and I inquired:

“Earlier, you spoke of the difficulty of knowing who to trust. I would value your views on that matter.”

Her expression grew more serious as she pondered my question. At last, she spoke slowly,

“A difficult question, especially in the company of gods and kings. I am always here to answer your questions. My time in the political arena is done, and I will not miss it. I do, however, like to know what is happening to my son, and to his monarchy. I stay interested. You should also take the time to speak with Plitinius Mero, a dear friend of mine. He is knowledgeable on a great many subjects, and is always interesting to speak with. Apart we two, it is up to you to decide who your friends are.”

I recognized that last as a dismissal, couched in polite terms though it was. Barenziah had given me much to think on. Of great interest to me was the fact that she had plainly stated that she was someone who I could trust. Most of the time, such a vow is a warning that you should check your pockets. But, in this case, I had the feeling that she was speaking the simple truth.

[minque]

AAAAAARRRGGHHH.....pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease don´t let Trey die....uhh,,he can´t because the story continues later! phew!

Oh please don´t let us wait too long for an update!

[Kiln]

Sorry for not commenting more Trey but I've been pretty busy lately. Anyways I see an update here and I come to read that Trey is wounded after attempting to assassinate the king? Amazing...I really can't wait to see how the next chapter continues.

[treydog]

No worries Kiln- you might want to look at the Chapter 7 thread to see how things turn out....

[Kiln]

Oh man I didn't notice that you'd already posted part of chapter 7. I gotta check out what happens.

[Vanir Dres]

Read your original story a few months before Oblivon came out, just joined the forum yesterday.

Great job with this addition! I look forward to reading more.

[McBadgere]

He is merely a young man who is not used to court ways and court manners. As well to berate a fish for being uncomfortable upon the land or a bird for disliking the burrow of a badger.

Oi!!...Queen or not...My burrow is lovely ta... ...

Fair dues...Still loving this...

And something else I keep forgetting to mention...

I'm still stunned by how, now and again, the readers just drop off...And there seems to be, like, one reply...

Yeeees...I'm biased and obviously there's a reason I'm going through your story...But even without the chumradeship, this story is brilliant...Fantastically written...Trey's character is just so funny in his reaction to everything and everyone...And obviously a Capable Adventurer™...

And while this still happens now with the stories I enjoy...Jack Cloudy's two, Phon's Niamh and Saquira's stories spring instantly to mind...It still stuns me that stories this good can be overlooked...I just don't understand it...

I really must go look at the other stories that were here from around 2006, they must have been amazing for people to be ignoring this one... ...

BTW...I absolutely loved the whole meeting with Barenziah...That was awesome...And then the whole thing with the ring and Almalexia was brilliantly done...

I love the idea of the Tribunal, I must read more about them...But from the first bit with the unnerving golden bint, I really need to start playing games on the PC... ...

Loving it still...

Nice one!!...

*Applauds heartily*...


PS...You realise that the main reason for replying is so that the bit I'm on goes to the top of the page, don't you?... ...

[treydog]

I may have been still trying to read The Wheel of Time when I wrote that line... and thus had badgers on the brain. That sound... painful.

And- yes- there are some quite professional stories out there in the "older stuff."

I would ALSO strongly recommend searching out Rumpleteasza's "The King and I" on the Interwebz. You will be very happy you did so.

Realized I failed to answer an earlier question about a "Morrowindian" part of the story.

Beggar's Nose is the in-game name of a "minor power (spell)" available to those born under the sign of The Tower. The other power that comes with it is "Tower Key," which is a once-a-day unlock spell.

Beggar's Nose can be cast as long as one has the mana to power it and shows: enchantments (anything magical- weapons, potions, items), creatures (hostile or otherwise) but NOT "people," and keys- all within a... 60 foot?... radius.

So- for Trey- that was a no-brainer birth-sign.

This post has been edited by treydog: Sep 7 2013, 11:44 PM

[Black Hand]

Beggar's Nose is the in-game name of a "minor power (spell)" available to those born under the sign of The Tower. The other power that comes with it is "Tower Key," which is a once-a-day unlock spell.

Beggar's Nose can be cast as long as one has the mana to power it and shows: enchantments (anything magical- weapons, potions, items), creatures (hostile or otherwise) but NOT "people," and keys- all within a... 60 foot?... radius.

So- for Trey- that was a no-brainer birth-sign.

200 foot radius. For a full minute.

In a Vanilla Morrowind Setting, the spell is one of the most powerful in terms of cost-to-power ratio, and the one that is most useful in a long-term sense, as no other spell; custom or otherwise, can meet it's economy or effectiveness in determining the extended environment to the PC.

Dungeons, especially crypts or tombs, the icons that appear on the character's mini-map are also present in Inventory Mode which pauses the game. This can allow the character to 'plan' out their next moves in relation to the detection.

I've retconned my own character birthsign several times, and included this once. It was when I recalled that Trey shared it that I changed it to: "The Serpent" as the similarities in our styles and characters were far too many to simply ignore this.

But, yeah. Beggar's Nose kicks butt! If you're playing a mage character however, in Vanilla Morrowind you'll need one of the Mage Signs. I'll usually go with Atronach as you get the most bang for your buck and Mana doesn't regenerate naturally in Vanilla, and you get a 50% Spell Absorbtion without the weakness to magicka from 'The Apprentice'.