20241103 OOO Shadows Struggle for Power, Inquiring the Stranded Light
Awaking early in the Arch-mage’s quarters the morning after my encounter with Councilor Osciuro I felt a presence peering over my shoulders as I was observing my devotions to Luminai.
Yes, I know that with the defeat of Umaril, I really don’t need the healing powers of the little shrine we found in one of the lost spires. It’s just that doing so gives me a sense of comfort that’s hard to explain. Luminai’s grace was so helpful for such a long time that placing my faith in the lost goddess feels right. What harm can it do? Never was much of a follower of the Eight, err Nine anyways.
“Well,” Kaleah demanded. “The shops are empty, and we’ve been hanging around the university for weeks with nothing to do while you... You’ve been down in the basement playing with drainpipes, patching foundation cracks, painting the basement walls and floor, and arranging for the roof to be replaced. Don’t you think it’s about time to get up and do important things?”
“Are do we have to get the flaming haired witch, Fiona to entice you to step outside the university walls?” asked Elenya.
The thought of the witch Fiona was enticing. The Ladies are right I better get moving. And knowing how the floozy works it would be another week before I’d be able to travel. So, I packed my bags and we left the Arch-mage’s quarters to begin our journey to Mir Corrup.
Traveling across country, the trip had been quite pleasant for most of the day. We crossed the Corbolo River near Crayfish Cave and as fate would have it, we came across the ruins of Fort Facian.
Kaleah stopped me to say, “Feache, the Arctic Bear mentioned this place. One of his captains holds an artifact of Graithlan, the Dread Helmet.”
That was reason enough to put our journey to Mir Corrup on hold and open the doors of Fort Facian. The first level wasn’t difficult just a few undead and a couple OOO Raiders. It was when we entered the Vaults of Horror when things got dicey.
In a small room, the daughter of the Arctic Bear and nine Raiders stood in our way. We tried telling Sheil Hestarius that we already had this discussion with the Arctic Bear and there was no reason for her to continue the debate. Just hand over the Dread Helmet and we’d be on our way.
Feeling a bit put out upon hearing of her father’s fate Sheil Hestarius and her Raiders attacked. Their initial rush knocked us down for only a moment. Recovering quickly, we struck back.
It took some doing but we prevailed in the end. Although it might have ended differently had Sheil’s lieutenant had arrived in a timely manner. Like a typical Nord, not known for their smarts, a MOO faction marauder outfitted in heavy stalhrim armor came barreling in as the Ladies were looting what was left of the previous advisories.
Torbik Asgarik learned a serious lesson. You do not interfere with the Ladies while shopping, err, gathering loot.
The action over, we proceeded to the next room and there it was. Proudly proclaiming the glory of Y'ffre,
the Dread Helmet sat on a coffin at the head of a skeleton of an unknown warrior.
A thick green vine wrapped around the helm like a boa constrictor. So tightly the vine clung to the helm, the plant seemed to set roots into the blackened steel and was now a living part of the helmet.
Elenya confirm my suspicion when she slowly reached out to touch the Dread Helmet of Graithlan. A strange look came over her face as she caressed the green vines rooted to the helm. Then with a smile our sweet druid turned to us and solemnly announced, “The Spirit of Nature resides within.”
We gathered it up and tucked it away in the Midas Chest for safe keeping until we could deliver it to the Archeology Guild. I’m sure Sova would like to study this fascinating artifact.
Tired and hungry, we found a corner where we could rest. As we ate a modest dinner we read the note we found on Sheil Hestarius. In the letter her father, Hlorfor, the Arctic Bear, praised Sheil and encouraged her to work with her brother Faran Hestarius who is now in Fort Flecia. Working together Hlorfor emphasized, the brother and sister pair would become the greatest power in the land.
Looks like we have one more group of Raiders to deal with.
The next morning, we continued our journey to Mir Corrup. Later that day the Eternal Guardians stood their post, as if frozen in place, barely giving us a glance as we passed through the gates of Mir Corrup. You could see their eyes shift underneath their helms and that was all.
Wondering what it would take for the Eternal Guardians to take action, I asked Kaleah, “They never change, do they? What would it take for them to act?”
“Any actual physical action, no matter how slight, against the walls of this city would bring instant 10-fold retribution from the Eternal Guardians”, she said. With a laugh she added, “So don’t go slapping the granite, you just might get spanked.”
Tired and hungry with a powerful thirst, the Ladies and I make way to the Red Navel. The inn was packed which is what I was hoping for. There are interviews to get for Phintias and a busy inn is always a good place to find talkative subjects.
Entering the inn I set my sights on the Red Navel proprietress, the de-winged Daedra Seducer Velerya. Stepping up to the bar I discreetly informed to Velerya that her flowers had been placed on Martin’s tomb. A strange look crossed over her face. I swear if she wasn’t a Daedra Seducer I’d say she was misty eyed and about to cry.
As amazing as the thought of a Daedra Seducer crying was what happened next floored me. As a reward for delivering flowers Velerya offered me her Betrothal Ring (Fortify Magic 100, Reflect Damage 20%, Reflect Spell 10%, Restore Magicka 5pts.).
Can you believe it, a Betrothal Ring? Laughing, I turned to Kaleah and asked if she had ever heard of such a thing. When I saw My Ladies standing there, feet planted firmly, arms akimbo, and a “this is no laughing matter” look on their faces, I quickly went quiet.
Turning back to Velerya I began probing for a good question. Considering that we know Velerya has had at least one serious relationship with a mortal it felt only natural to interview her about Mortal and Daedra Relationships. Of course, Velerya had a lot to say about the satisfaction and frailty of relationships with mortals.
Odd how Velerya’s voice quaked as the seducer ended her interview with, “Every rose has to wither, enjoy their perfume while they last.”
Turning away from Velerya, Kaleah pulled me aside and said, “Do you understand now? A Seducer may be good at what she does, but that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t have a heart.”
The female Dremora, Setuva was in the Red Navel. Female Dremora are rarely seen so we asked Setuva why are there so few female Dremora?
"Daedra aren't born,” Setuva began. “Our form is the form of our spirit. It may change. It is not set in stone. Few Dremora are aligned to a feminine form, due to our society being what it is. There are and always have been some female Dremora. It's just that we are no Xivilai, wearing just a kilt. Fully armored we would be hard to spot, you see.”
Setuva paused a moment, then with an amused tone added, “Except for that one you call Markie. Wherever did she ever get that busty skimpy armor? I’ll never know. Young and impulsive, the way she jumps when you summon is nearly obscene. You’d think that she’s trying to impress a Prince into taking her into his personal guard. Oh, listen to me go on about this like a… whew (fanning herself) it’s getting warm in here. You’re not a Prince, are you?”
The Ladies smiled. I could feel Pym’s hand at the small of my back as Kaleah and Elenya pointedly told Setuva, “OUR Jaanu is not a Prince! He’s a good aelf. WE take care of him!”
At that, Elenya, Kaleah, Pym proudly ushered me out of the danger zone, err, the Red Navel. From the Red Navel we walked up to the little bar on top of the great mushroom cap that served as the Mir Corrup’s central plaza.
Telerdri, the Golden Saint of the Mir Corrup City Guard was patrolling the Plaza. Note pad in hand I stopped her and asked for an interview. I had prepared a question “Any Quarrels in Mir Corrup” to get her reaction to her duties in Mir Corrup, but when my eyes locked on her pink “Suzanne Somers’ Chrissie hair” my mind revolted.
Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I blurted out, “What’s up with your hair?”
Before I could retract and ask the better prepared question, Telerdri replied, “Oh, don't ask. It is embarrassing. Tesserayiel's idea, "Don't wear your helmet, that makes people uneasy.", and Kanaane added "you could also be mistaken for the Eternal Guardian!" So at first I just didn't wear a helmet. Then Velerya began pointing out that my hair looked like a stack of hay that was hit by a falling star. So she sent me to Beramkne to get my hair done. Result? Oh dear. At least mortals laugh now instead of cowering in fear... I liked it more when they cowered in fear.”
Elenya looked at me with pity in her eyes and asked, “This embarrassing question hurts her so. Couldn’t you ask her something less embarrassing? Asking about quarrels in Mir Corrup, as you had originally planned, would have been the best choice?”
“You’re right,” I said. “But who wants to read about Altmer, Maomer, Ohmes, Ohmes-raht, and a few Daedric beings living to close to each other in perfect harmony.”
“Well, you can make it into an earworm and change the world, even if it is only for a moment.’” Elenya said as she began to sing, “I’d like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony…”
Thirsty we ordered drinks at the concession stand before leaving the Plaza. Stepping off the Plaza ramp, we ran into Priennta, the Mazken of the City Guard, as she was leaving the City Guard house. This presented us an ideal opportunity to get an interview from a Mazken’s point of view. Priennta was on free time, not scheduled to go on duty for some time yet, so I asked, “What do you do in your time off?”
“Having time for myself is strange,” Priennta replied. “New. Not bad though. I can understand why mortals like some time for themselves, and why our guild masters want us to imitate their behavior.”
She went on awhile, explaining her view on free time. How on one hand she enjoyed time to herself and on the other hand how it gave her an uncomfortable feeling. When the interview came to an end, Priennta walked over to the Red Navel leaving us with plenty of time to visit Mir Corrup’s Stranded Light Outpost.
Entering Mir Corrup’s the Outpost expecting to find Beramkne; we mildly disappointed to find only the Dremora, Krazzt. But an opportunity lost is an opportunity gained. We sat down with Krazzt for an interview. Remembering Krazzt from the Grace of Courtesy shrine located in the Puzzle Canal of Vivec City my question to him was "How did you end up here?”
With a few interruptions as he continually tried to sell me a silver sword, Krazzt told his tale.
“I am not sure,” Krazzt replied. ”Some Xivilai picked me up, as I was roaming through the mountains. Some time ago, a few weeks or years, the puzzle canal in Vivec City was flooded, since being abandoned for quite a bit longer. After the Nerevarine came, no one pestered me with silver swords anyway any longer. Do you need a silver sword, by the way? I've got lots to sell! Well, the Xivilai told me I could go here, and wouldn't need to be burdened with silver swords any longer. I can't recall the time before the swords. And fresh air is better than damp fog filled with the stench of silver swords.”
By the time Krazzt had completed his story Beramkne had arrived. When I approached Beramkne for an interview, the first thing the big blue Xivilai did was to award me with a flawless sapphire for hushing the anxious kitten, Jo’beala. The items I supplied for Karashivuel’s gift hamper were great choices. After accepting the reward for helping Jo’beala become more comfortable with the surroundings at Merendin, Beramkne consented to sit for an interview.
I had three questions prepared: "How's it to work for an Aureal", "How do mortals react to your presence", and "Who is your best friend". The first two questions, while possibly interesting to the average reader, they didn’t seem to fit Zerreshju’s requirement to portray the Stranded Light in the best light. I gambled on “Who’s your best friend?”
Beramkne gave a thoughtful answer indicating that she didn’t have much in common with many of the other Daedra in Stranded Light. There are two individuals she considered as “best friend” possibilities. Karashivuel was one since she pleaded her case and won her a chance to live in Mir Corrup
The other name Beramkne kept secret. She would only say that it was “A mortal, who realized only a lot later what I was. He's still kind of reluctant, but I think he begins to accept us for what we are”.
A mortal “secret best friend” now that’s the kind of stuff that’ll tug at the readers’ heart strings.
The day had come to an end. As we walk to the Tower I wondered who Beramkne was talking about.