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post Oct 9 2013, 08:23 PM
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A New Sun Rises





Before The Prologue 1






The Bitter Coast of Vvardenfell:


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The Dunmer Stronghold of Hlormaren:



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3rd Era, year 412

The 20th of Sun's Height, (the Holiday of Sun's Rest, all businesses closed in observance);
West Southwest of Veranis Hall, Guard Checkpoint to the Septim's Gate Pass
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Darkness had long since fallen when the group neared the checkpoint. No one traveled on Sun's Rest, their shift had dragged by with excruciating slowness, so even the sight of these bedraggled Khajiit travelers was a welcome relief from the tedium.

The guard in the opposite shack noticed them first and called to him, indicating the approaching group. "Looks like we got us a traveling circus."

"I don't doubt it, since the Emperor's ban on magic travel to Cyrodiil went into effect today. We'll see every bit of riffraff in the Province trying to cross the borders now."

He eyed the fine rich clothing of the leader, who on first glance he took to be a Dunmer lord with his slaves filed behind him.

The guard across from him leaned over and spat a wad of brown cud, then shouted to him in a surprised voice, "Geelaw! That big one in front is a cat!"

"Can't be...by the gods, you're right! I see the tail now! Four Khajiit by themselves? Where's their master?"

"Anything is possible, who knows what goes on in some of the other Provinces. Maybe he's a cat king or something." The guard in the opposite shack whistled. "That is one strange looking cat!"

The guard stared gaping at the male in front where their owner should be walking. It was the strangest looking Khajiit he'd ever seen, overlarge and with fur so dark and sparse it looked like skin covered in coal soot. The bone structure of his face was oddly flattened and angular, but for the tail and catlike ears he looked almost human.

His air was of power and one used to being in charge, but his neck bore the same slave tattoo as the three Khajiit following in his wake. The guard recognized that mark, these Khajiit were all the property of the Dunmer Stronghold Hlormaren over on the Bitter Coast. What were they doing leaving Morrowind; escaping?

"Halt right there! Where is your owner?" The guard rose from his stool, sliding his hand nearer the sword at his side in case of trouble. His eyes ran over them suspiciously.

The female directly behind the big black cat had the same odd flat angular facial features, but everything else about her strongly contrasted him. She was as white as he was dark, and couldn't be much over five feet tall while he was well over six foot. Where he looked strong, she looked frail and delicate.

The couple in the rear looked no different from any common Khajiit slave, their facial features coarse and fierce; catlike. The only similarity in the two couples became evident as they neared his shack, it was obvious both females were with child.






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The group of four Khajiit approached the checkpoint guardhouse in single file, each with their travel documents already in hand and held out to be stamped. The huge black cat stepped forward, speaking in a cultured voice.

"Well met, good man. We were all freed when Hlormaren was cleared, we are not owned anymore."

"I'll be needing to see your emancipation marks if you're claiming to be freed slaves."

The dark cat held out his hand to show his Freed Slave tattoo, indicating the others do the same.

"Can't be too sure, I've seen your kind with the tattoo drawn on in ink." The guard carefully inspected the Freed Slave tattoos on each, rubbing them briskly and checking his hand afterward for fresh ink.

"Alright then, state your business."

"As you see, our wives are quite with child. Thanks to the Emperor's ban on magic travel to Cyrodiil today, we find ourselves having to cross on foot...unless exceptions to the law can be found, due to their conditions. Special circumstances, so to speak."

With one hand the Khajiit indicated the two female's rounded stomachs, while his other hand waved a hundred Septim note in a circular motion. Greed lit the guard's eyes, and he tried to pinch the note from the Khajiit's hand. The cat was quick to jerk it out of reach, and the guard's expression soured into a defeated grimace.

"Can't. They've put some magic barrier up. Can't even use recall back. If you're leaving Morrowind, you'll need to register your name." He slid a heavy book of parchments across the counter, indicating several inkwells and a jar of quills. "I'll be taking your travel documents and comparing them to what you write."

The guard processed their documents and waved them through the gate. "The Imperial Legion has taken over the Septim's Gate Pass west of the turnoff for Bodrum. Any foot traffic through that end of the Pass will find you in jail at one of their forts through there."

S'Vandra nodded, sliding the guard a twenty Septim note. "I thank you for the warning, good man. Is there another way to cross the border?"

The guard softened a bit as he tucked the bribe into his pocket. "Cut south toward Bodrum, you'll see the signpost. There's hamlets through there if you need to stop with those two about to have their birthing. At Bodrum follow the signpost west for the Shadowgate Pass. That'll take you into Cyrodiil, but I'll warn you now; it's wild country through that Pass. You look like you can handle that Katana at your side, don't go that way if you can't."

S'Vandra slid the guard a ten Septim note and thanked him again, then signaled the others to heft their packs.







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Shivani:


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Nisaba:


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S'Renji:

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The next day, mid morning, end of the guard's shift:



The guard stretched and yawned. His replacement was thirty minutes late, what could be keeping him? He'd lodge a complaint with the Captain if the man didn't get here soon.

It was nearly thirty minutes later when the door to the shack finally opened and his replacement stepped in. To relieve his irritation the guard rose from his chair with more effort than necessary, making the stool scrape backward loudly.

"It's about time! I've been off duty for near an hour, what took you so long?"

"I'm not here to relieve you, I'm joining you. Word's come down from the captain. No breaks until further notice. Captain wants double men on every post."

"You can't be serious! Damn it, my feet are killing me! What's going on now?"

"A gang of thieves took advantage of the Sun's Rest observance; all businesses closed and the owners at home, the temple doors open but no priest. Everything of value between here and Balmora has just up and disappeared, like some kind of magic. Vivec and Ebonheart both reported mass robberies too, and all of it done today. Captain expects there will be a lot more than that when all the reports are in."

"Geelaw, how the hell many is in this gang? We've never had anything like this before, where did they come from? Is four guards going to be enough or will we need back up force?"

"No one knows. They weren't seen by anyone on account of Sun's Rest. Captain thinks it's the same bunch that robbed those ten Dunmer Strongholds last week."

"It couldn't be the same people, how would they get across the country like that?"

"No one thought those robberies were connected, all those isolated strongholds so far apart. Turns out they were getting into the Strongholds using some magic transport. Some device called a Propylon."

"A what?"

The young guard pulled a folded parchment out of his pocket and showed him. "Look here, I've written it down. P.r.o.p.y.l.o.n. The thieves got hold of some kind of master access that worked all those propylons."

"The dickens you say! What are they, mages or something?"

The young guard shrugged and nodded. "Must be, I'd say. Captain thinks so too. They'd have to have some kind of magic to rob all Vvardenfell in a week. Anyway, Captain said we need to keep our eyes peeled for trouble."

"We're an outpost, what are we supposed to do about it?"

"He thinks they'll make a run for the border since the Emperor banned magic travel yesterday. Captain said don't warn any travelers about the Legion riding the roads on Septim's Pass, nor send them to the Shadowgate Pass. That way if the gang slips by us, they'll still get caught. Did anyone come through last night?"

The guard turned away, busying himself with the papers on the desk. That black Khajiit had a lot of gold to throw around. Should those Khajiit turn out to be the gang of thieves, he'd be to blame for their escape from prosecution...probably lose his post. He had a family to support.

"None came through here but two Khajiit couples, both their wives about to produce right here in the shack. All tattooed, freed slaves. Their papers were all in order, probably just heading to relatives for the women to do their lying in."







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Almost two months later:
Northwest of Bodrum, Checkpoint to the Shadowgate Pass



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"Man or cat, you're crazy trying to cross Shadowgate pass on foot. Known as the most dangerous pass in Tamriel, didn't get that reputation by chance. Got horses for sale cheap, they can outrun some things you won't want to fight, if you take my meaning."

The guard handed S'Vandra back his and Shivani's travel documents, then pointed at the bundled baby in her arms. "I'll be needing to see the travel papers for that infant too."

"There are no papers for the babe, she was born on the Septim Gate Pass not two weeks past." S'Vandra pointed to the date on the guard's monthly posting board. "That night, but in Last Seed."

"The 27th of Last Seed?"

"Aye, the 27th. Will we need those documents for her to enter Cyrodiil?"

The guard gave a sidelong glance at the thick packet of parchments that would need to be filled out to create travel papers for the babe. His shift was near ending, that would mean staying till they were finished. By the look of the other female, she may unload her baby any second. Best to get them on their way before he had to fill out papers for that one and deliver it too.

"No worries there, the gate into Cyrodiil hasn't been manned for twenty years or more. Once you pass through the Cyrodiil checkpoint head north to Cheydinhal. It's a county seat, they're better equipped to handle it. Just head on through now while there's still some light to travel."

The guard quickly handed S'Vandra the travel papers for all four Khajiit, then hurried to the gate and opened it. He paused, debating whether to even log it. No doubt they'd never make it through the Pass carrying infants and women, birthing to boot. Still, better safe than sorry.

Drat, what were their names? He couldn't list the babe's date of birth or he'd lose his post for not doing the proper paperwork. Best just list it as a newborn. The guard finally scribbled a brief memo on his report for the day.



"Crossing on foot to Cyrodiil: Four Khajiit freed slaves traveling together, coupled. Proofs shown, travel documents in order. Biggest and blackest cat I’ve ever seen, male. One female ready to pop and drop. Other two nondescript. One newborn without travel papers; no man's land birth. Father registering it in Cyrodiil. Refused purchase of horses for the crossing."



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post Oct 9 2013, 09:30 PM
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Oh my god! The story of the parents!!!!


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post Oct 9 2013, 09:56 PM
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Before The Prologue 2








S'Renji

3rd Era, year 414

(Two years after entering the Shadowgate Pass)

Imperial City Orphanage for the un-adoptable:

(located at the Imperial City Prison Compound)





"Get it over with, will ye? It not this one's choice." S’Renji shuffled his feet uncomfortably, his eyes darting to the door. He wished he could just leave, say it was a mistake.

He kept his head averted from his little Nisaba's face, knowing it was turned up to his. The aura she gave off was fear, confusion. It emanated from her like a scent. She knew something bad was happening. But he had to do this. Living in caves, her father a highwayman...one that may never come home one night. There was no other way. She'd be better off here than her life would be with him.

"You say she was born on the Shadowgate Pass? I'll need her travel documents."

S'Renji handed them over for the last time. "This one doesn't want her name changed. It was her mother's name, she died in the birthing."










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The Gold Road, County Skingrad:




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3rd Era, year 417

Shivani

Almost five years after entering the Shadowgate Pass, Sun's Height






Shivani ducked to avoid the branch that snapped back into place behind S'Vandra. "Let us stay to the roads, I can't keep track of Ma’Thjizzrini Qa in this high brush."

"The road curves back ahead, see?" We'll save walking." The next branches he shoved out of his way snapped back with force, biting into Shivani's cheek.

"OW! That one hit me!" Shivani cast an irritated glance at the coal black fur on her husband's shirtless back as he continued pushing easily through the brush. "Go on ahead then, we'll meet you there. I'd rather follow the road." She called after his retreating back.

Shivani shrugged the pack higher onto her back, speaking in her native tongue. "Ma’Thjizzrini Qa! Where are you?" Her searching eyes caught sight of a flash of white fur moving rapidly through the thickness of the brush a distance ahead.

"Ma’Thjizzrini Qa! Stay to the road!" She extricated herself from the tangling branches and moved back to the road herself.

S'Vandra had vanished from sight, but her daughter could be seen a distance away, now bent over and picking one of the wild purple flowers that grew along the Gold Road. With relief Shivani noted the sun gleaming off the bright red of her hair. There must be a small clearing ahead. It would be a good spot to rest a few minutes.

Shivani kept her eyes on her daughter and moved at a faster pace before the active child could move again.

“Momma...” Ma’Thjizzrini Qa turned toward her holding out the bouquet, but clutching the handful of violet flowers in a chokehold that crushed the fragile stems and caused the now freed blossoms to flutter back to the ground.

As the child kneeled to rescue the errant petals a shadow fell across the sun, obliterating the light that had been surrounding her just seconds before. Feral instinct gripped Shivani with a sudden fear, and without even knowing why she broke into a run screaming her daughter’s name.

“Ma’Thjizzrini Qa!”

Ma’Thjizzrini Qa’s head raised with a jerk, her expression startled. For that brief second their eyes met and held, as if locking that moment in time in the hopes the next would never come.

A root growing across the uneven road sent Shivani sprawling, and before she could scramble up the dark shadow plummeted down from nowhere directly over Ma’Thjizzrini Qa. A vaporous mist billowed below it, and with a feeling of shock Shivani saw a wingspread the length of a Cliffracer’s emerge from the mist, thrusting with tremendous force as long talons pushed forward and opened below it. The beak of a giant bird stretched from the mist and then widened open to show a gaping maw.

“NO! MA’ THJJIZZRINI QA RUN!” The terror in Shivani's voice echoed back to her off the trees as the bird’s talons closed around her daughter, clutching her easily as it soared upward in great thrusts of those huge wings.

“MA’ THJJIZZRINI QA! MA’ THJJIZZRINI QA!” Shivani continued screaming and watching till suddenly the bird vanished into a thick mist in the sky above her. For just a split second it seemed like there was something in the sky where the bird disappeared, a reflection of light that disappeared as quickly as it flashed.




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Far down the road in the direction they had just come from Shivani could see a mounted Legionnaire riding slowly along as if his horse slept while it walked. Just as far away in the direction S'Vandra had gone was the sound of weapons clanging. S'Vandra was in trouble.

"S'VANDRA HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!" Shivani crumpled to her knees where her daughter had last stood, grabbing up the fallen petals as if they would somehow bring her back. The Legion rider continued his slow pace toward her, both he and his horse oblivious to her cries for help.

The wind blew cold suddenly, bringing with it the sound of hooves pounding the ground. Maybe the Legionnaire had heard her cry for help. As Shivani was scrambling up the wind gusted again, bringing with it an odd stench; like the urine fouled fur of a feral beast. It couldn't be the rider or horse.

An icy chill shivered down her spine as the scent grew stronger and the thundering of hooves was so close it echoed off the trees from all directions. The wind. It was coming from the same direction the wind was.

The scream choked off in her throat and she tried to suffocate her terrified breathing so the beast couldn't hear her. She didn't know if she should run or if that would draw it to chase her. Should she try to hide in the brush?

The seconds hesitation made it too late to do either. Loud breathing and that putrid stench hung around her face like heated open-mouthed foul breath. Shivani spun around the split second before she was hit, shock registering the terrifyingly horrible sight. The beast had the head of an enormous raging long-horned bull, but standing upright like a giant man. Its black fur matted in stale urine and feces clumps.

There wasn't time to reach for her dagger, the thrusting of the horns pierced her chest, teeth gnashed against her arm for a split second before she was thrown forcibly against the stout trunk of a tree.

A feral screaming of terror was rising from deep inside her, melding with the word “S'VANDRA!” Shivani pushed her back against the tree trying to breathe in loud whooping gasps, trying to hold the eyes of the beast with hers and not knowing if that would incite it further or give it pause.

The beast pawed the ground as if preparing to charge her again. In the distance behind it a movement in the forest caught her eye, that Legionnaire on horseback still slowly wending its way toward them.

Shivani pressed her fist hard against the gored hole in her chest, trying to stop the pain long enough to save her own life. With a massive effort she shoved off from the tree, darting with all her strength in and out of the trees in a weaving pattern and screaming.

The beast gave a horrible roar and took chase. It was extremely powerful, crashing through the thick underbrush with a speed that far outmatched Shivani's; but its height and horns snagged on low branches. Behind her the thundering of hooves was relentless, driving her fear till she couldn't go on any further.

A powerful blow from behind shot the air from her lungs in a wail, the sharp horns and grinding teeth pierced through her bones with terrible crunching sounds and the crushing force of the beast cracked them with loud snaps.






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As if it came from the void, somehow beneath its roars came the sound of a sword leaving its sheath. S’Vandra! The beast flung Shivani with tremendous force, she felt herself airborne and then an excruciating pain and crushing of bones when she landed on the hard stones of the road. Blood spread from her in a pool, drowning the violet flower petals scattered in the road. The flowers Ma’Thjizzrini Qa had picked to give her.

Somewhere off in the distance a horse neighed, a man's shout echoed off the trees. Shivani heard S'Vandra's answering shout, glimpsed him running toward the sound. The beast charged after him, trampling over Shivani. A numbness seeped through her, the beast's hoof stepping on her abdomen brought only a feeling of intense pressure rather than pain.

There was a loud clatter of a sword sliding on stones. S’Vandra’s sword, Shivani saw the familiar hilt as it skidded past her. Abstractly Shivani wondered how S’Vandra could fight without his sword.

She heard S'Vandra's bloodcurdling yell, something she'd never heard from him before; then something covered in blood and shredded black fur toppled beside her.


Is it S’Vandra or that beast?



Somewhere far away Shivani heard a muted roar and the clanging of a sword. Then a sound so quiet that Shivani couldn't be sure it was real, a flapping of wings large enough to darken the sky above her. She had to strain to hear it, felt her eyes widening to catch the last of the light as the road faded into dimness around her. Night couldn't be falling...she was dying. She was dying.


Clavicus Vile, help me...my soul for a deal.



As suddenly as the words formed in her mind Ma’Thjizzrini Qa was there, clutching and tugging at her with feral screams melded with the word “Momma.” The sound of it slowly diminished into a hum...and then there was nothing.





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post Oct 10 2013, 02:36 AM
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Before the Prologue 3






The large bird




A vaporous mist surrounded the huge bird, enveloping it completely. The ancient vampire stepped out of the center of the vapor, staring in shock at the carnage of his plans. Both parents dead in the short time he had been gone, now what would he do with the child? There was no time to think, she must be removed from this area with all haste.

On the other side of the clearing was a now dead Legionnaire. One glance at the goring wounds on the body told him that a minotaur did the damage, and a big one at that. No doubt that is how the parents met their end as well. There was no minotaur body, and the Legionnaire's horse was snorting nervously. It was still in the area. The child's shrieking wails over her dead parents would bring it back.

Moving fast, the vampire dragged the dead Legion rider into the brush and stripped the armor off. He donned the armor himself, and had just caught the Legionnaire's horse when a sound other than the screaming child caught his ear.

As if the realization conjured it, a rogue minotaur lord charged from a nearby thicket, now going after the child.

His reflexes were lightning fast, and still barely caught the beast with a paralysis spell before it killed the child. He pulled his own bow, shooting numerous poison tipped arrows into the enormous beast before it toppled over, nearly crushing the child in its fall.

The vampire checked to ensure the minotaur was dead before lifting the crying child away from her dead mother. He placed her safely on the back of the Legionnaire's mount where she clung to the saddle horn in terror while he began gathering anything salvageable from the dead couple. Slaves, they wouldn't have much.

To his shock, the Katana near the bodies was an extraordinary piece, he had never seen one like it before. He rolled the male's body over and yanked the pack open, nearly swooning from the sight inside. It was filled to the top with treasures he couldn't even begin to imagine...yes he could. The gold and jewels, that exquisite armor; he'd seen them all as a child. These items were robbed from the Royal family in his homeland years ago! What was a slave doing with them? This was no ordinary slave, that was sure.

He eagerly tugged the pack off the female, disappointed to find only food in it. He unhooked the locket from her neck and pulled the silver dagger from her waist. Dumping the food from the pack, he stuck those two items inside it. The child had to inherit something.

The rest of this he would confiscate for himself. He knew exactly where he could hide it, where no one would find it. A cave you could stand in front of and not see, it was that well hidden. A cave that wasn't even marked on maps.






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Unmarked Cave, somewhere north northeast of Aleswell





The vampire kicked at a skeleton curled next to the large chest, still draped in remnants of rotted ornamental cloth. His lips quirked wryly. "Well met, Black Queen."

The child startled, looking at him with dull shock.

"What is your name, child?" When she stared blankly he shrugged, turning back to the chest. It was even better that she spoke no Cyrodiilic. He stowed the backpack laden with treasure and the ornate sword inside, then shackled the heavy chain.

"Now to find you a home. But first, there's the little matter of your memories. Better safe than not, it's best for both of us that you lose all your memories."






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A few days after the death of Shivani and S'Vandra
Sun's Height ( 3rd Era, year 417 )
Imperial City, Office of the Imperial Legion Commander:


Duty Captain



The unknown Legionnaire dropped his incident report on the nearest desk to the door, then spent almost a full minute trying to pry loose the arms of what appeared to be a tiny white beast of some kind from the strangling clutch of its arms wound around his neck. When he managed to break free he quickly placed it on the nearest bench seat.

To the Duty Captain's shock the Legionnaire turned to leave. His face reddened in anger before he heaved his bulky frame out of the chair with a shout.

"Halt right there! What is this?" He pointed at the snow colored beast.

"I have to get back to my post, it's all in the report..."

"This is the office of High Commander Adamus Phillida, you can't bring that beast in here! I am the Duty Captain, why did you not bring the report to my hands? And who are you anyway, I don't recognize your face!"

"Sorry Sir. Just transferred in from Skyrim, guess they do things differently here." He snatched the report back up from the desk and hurried over, holding it out to the Duty Captain.

"Are they barbarians up there that you don't know to salute your superior officers?" The Duty Captain's jaw dropped in a gape at the sloppy salute the Legionnaire attempted.

"You call that a salute? Where is your assigned post now?"

"County Skingrad, Sir. I believe the beast to be the get of a couple killed by a minotaur. From the look of them, it's possible they were Khajiit. Couldn't say for sure, though. This pack was the only thing salvageable, got it off the female body." He handed it to the Duty Captain.

The Duty Captain's face puckered into a scowl as he scanned the nearly illegible report. The bellow he would have unleashed at the Legionnaire died in his throat as he glanced up only to find the man had vanished. His meaty arm pushed across his brow to wipe the sweat as he tried to make out the scribbled name on the report. This man would find himself demoted to a foot patrol for this bit of insolence if he had anything to say about it.

The Duty Captain's rage dwindled to confusion as he made out the scrawled name on the report. The name was that of a Legion rider he knew...and not the man who had just dropped the beast off.



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post Oct 10 2013, 03:01 PM
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What a beautiful complement to Maxical’s story! This adds a wonderful depth and richness to her background. For, while there is a familiar cohesiveness here to longtime students of Maxical, you weave in plenty of new details that, knowing what we know now of her, make perfect sense. And some new mysteries as well; I was quite intrigued by Maxical’s father and found myself wanting to know more about him. The additional detail on Nissie’s beginning and how the ancient vampire ‘flew’ into Maxical’s life when she was such a tiny kit fit so nicely into where we know she is now in her long journey.

The purple wildflowers that Maxical picked wove throughout this like a haunting melody. Your magically skilled use of them provided a poignant image of beauty and blood.

Despite the tragic nature of Maxical’s arrival in Cyrodiil, I could not restrain a smile when Shivani was ready to make a desperate deal with anyone or anything to save someone precious to her. Maxical is indeed her mother’s daughter. happy.gif


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post Oct 12 2013, 09:44 PM
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How fascinating to get this insight into Maxical's beginnings. And also Nisse's. I find myself hoping that Shivani is able to somehow see the adult Maxical from Clavicus Vile's realm. If she made a deal with a Daedra her death might not have been her end.


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Oh I was confused for a bit here. I thought these guards were Legion! Why would the Legion toss travellers in jail though?

Hmm, all those robberies? Wonder if it was that black Khajiit.

So they needed to go through two passes to get to Cyrodiil? Two months passing, holy cow!

A small nit: How would a tattoo be visible on the average Khajiit?


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mALX this is a wonderful addition to Maxical's story and characters of her life. I'm guessing this precedes the events of a New Sun, right? Her mother and father's story!? I love prequels. I have a soft heart for it. This is a wonderful update!


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QUOTE(King Coin @ Oct 15 2013, 09:08 PM) *

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Oh I was confused for a bit here. I thought these guards were Legion! Why would the Legion toss travellers in jail though?

Hmm, all those robberies? Wonder if it was that black Khajiit.

So they needed to go through two passes to get to Cyrodiil? Two months passing, holy cow!

A small nit: How would a tattoo be visible on the average Khajiit?

The fur is shaved or the fur is thin after growing back.


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QUOTE(King Coin @ Oct 15 2013, 10:08 PM) *

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Oh I was confused for a bit here. I thought these guards were Legion! Why would the Legion toss travellers in jail though?

Hmm, all those robberies? Wonder if it was that black Khajiit.

So they needed to go through two passes to get to Cyrodiil? Two months passing, holy cow!

A small nit: How would a tattoo be visible on the average Khajiit?




The guards are Legion, the Legion is patrolling the Septim's Gate Pass - border patrol, anyone trying to cross is suspect because the Emperor just banned magic travel between borders.

Law in Tamriel is "all are guilty until they have proven themselves innocent" - has been that way since the 1st Era (and is still that way in Skyrim, hence the Player almost getting beheaded at the start of Skyrim).

As far as the tattoo goes, these were slaves - they wouldn't take time to carefully tatto the slave marks on - it would have been more like a branding mark (like cattle, just a lot smaller scale). The fur wouldn't grow back over a brand mark.


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QUOTE(mALX @ Oct 19 2013, 09:57 PM) *

The guards are Legion, the Legion is patrolling the Septim's Gate Pass - border patrol, anyone trying to cross is suspect because the Emperor just banned magic travel between borders.

Law in Tamriel is "all are guilty until they have proven themselves innocent" - has been that way since the 1st Era (and is still that way in Skyrim, hence the Player almost getting beheaded at the start of Skyrim).

As far as the tattoo goes, these were slaves - they wouldn't take time to carefully tatto the slave marks on - it would have been more like a branding mark (like cattle, just a lot smaller scale). The fur wouldn't grow back over a brand mark.

So where the guard directed them away from another fort, why would he let them pass and that other fort arrest them on sight? Is it just the improper crossing place?

Thanks on the tattoo. I was thinking literally a tattoo.


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QUOTE(King Coin @ Oct 20 2013, 11:11 AM) *

QUOTE(mALX @ Oct 19 2013, 09:57 PM) *

The guards are Legion, the Legion is patrolling the Septim's Gate Pass - border patrol, anyone trying to cross is suspect because the Emperor just banned magic travel between borders.

Law in Tamriel is "all are guilty until they have proven themselves innocent" - has been that way since the 1st Era (and is still that way in Skyrim, hence the Player almost getting beheaded at the start of Skyrim).

As far as the tattoo goes, these were slaves - they wouldn't take time to carefully tatto the slave marks on - it would have been more like a branding mark (like cattle, just a lot smaller scale). The fur wouldn't grow back over a brand mark.

So where the guard directed them away from another fort, why would he let them pass and that other fort arrest them on sight? Is it just the improper crossing place?

Thanks on the tattoo. I was thinking literally a tattoo.



Because the Septim's Gate Pass goes through a bunch of midland territory that is no man's land and people are not crossing borders there (so are legal going to them. Example: they might live in one of the small villages throughout there) - they were just stopping people from crossing borders until they could prove they were legally crossing.

This first guard gate is just West Southwest of Veranis Hall - that is right on the coastline. The Septim's Gate Pass is months long on foot before you would reach Cheydinhal.


The reason that guard helped them is because S'Vandra waved a hundred Septims under his nose as a bribe, the guard wanted that gold and S'Vandra wanted across the borders without problems since he stole half of Vvardenfell before leaving.




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Part 2:

Aww… poor Nissy. Though we all knew this was going to happen from your story.

Maxical, swooped out of the clearing! ohmy.gif At least she wasn’t there for what happened next. sad.gif


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