Acadian: Thank you for a warm welcome! I'm so glad to be back... I have lot's planned for my little redguard so getting back to posting her story is so exciting!
PREVIOUSLY: After taking a moment to herself in Cheydinhal after Lythe's rescue, Lissa finds herself confronted by Leinahtan in the guise of a woman he is possessing. He threatens that he isn't finished with Lissa and the only reason he doesn't attack is because she doesn't hate him, claiming it's not fun killing her if she doesn't truly want to fight back. The encounter leaves her shaken and terrified.
38. Chapter 11 ~ The Tale of Sir Mazoga ~Part One
I don't know why, but I decided not to tell the girls about my encounter with Leinahtan in Cheydinhal. Maybe it was because everyone was in such a great mood because of the other events that occurred there... maybe I just didn't want to admit that he had left me terrified. I know it was potentially dangerous not to have them aware that he was still keeping tabs on me...
So with a smile on my face the girls and I headed to our next destination, the southern city of Leyawiin. It was time for Jessie to collect another recommendation for her entry into the Arcane University, and, surprisingly,
Anyanka held no hesitation into joining us.
"So, after Leyawiin how many have you got left?" I asked Jessie.
Almost instantaneously Jessie replied, "Only the one. Anvil." She grinned, obviously excited that her journey was almost over and excited for the thought of success. "I've managed to get the others with flying colours... which is a relief."
"Why?" I asked.
"Well you need recommendations from every guild hall in Cyrodiil. One refusal and that's it. No entry." She told me.
"Well what about Kvatch? That's bound to be pretty hard, what with it being up in flames in'all." I said sincerely.
"LISSA!" Anyanka scolded.
"ANYANKA!" I mocked.
"I got to talking with a couple of the surviving guild mages... They wrote me one which I have to deliver by hand." Jessie said with remorse in her voice, "I felt kinda bad asking, considering everything that happened there."
"Do not feel bad, Jessie. You asked with consideration and a warm heart; they understood your plight." Anyanka consoled.
"I guess so-"
"STOP!" Screamed a leather-clad Khajiit who appeared as if from no where. He glared at us with a vicious, toothy grin; his sword pointed toward us menacingly.
Unthreatened, I replied, "... Why? Are you going to tell us a joke? I love jokes!"
Unnecessarily terrified, Jessie looked at me, "Don't provoke him Lissa!"
I laughed at her response, "What is there to provoke! Look at him! He's about as terrifying as a sheep," I said, then turned to the Khajiit, "No offence."
"ENOUGH! I was going to let you live and simply take your gold... but now I think taking it from your corpses would be much more fun!" He unthreateningly threatened.
"This is growing tiresome." Anyanka sighed, unsheathing her sword. "I shall handle this."
She then proceeded to chase the suddenly terrified Khajiit, giving him chase down the road we were walking down. She didn't chase him very far though, stopping and returning to us. The Khajiit continued to run away.
"Why do they always underestimate us?" Anyanka asked me.
"Why didn't you take him out?" I asked.
"He barks louder than he bites. I doubt he would have actually tried to hurt us." Ankaynka informed me very matter of fact-ly.
"But... but what about if he attacks another innocent passer-by!" She panicked, "We have to do something about him--"
However, as she said this I caught a glimpse of the Khajiit in the distance getting jumped by a rather large wolf. The wolf instantly won.
"I don't think that we need to worry about him anymore." I chuckled to myself.
"Ohh... poor man." Jessie said, suddenly changing her tune. "Nobody shoud go by wolf gutting."
I laughed, "But getting stabbed by a robber is perfectly fine."
"Well no, of course not..." Jessie moped.
"... You are very confusing. You know that right?" I joked. You couldn't help but love her sweet nature... but that same aspect of her could put her in danger with regards to Leinahtan.
I go to thinking about whether Leinahtan would target my friends, which he most likely would. I then got to thinking whether my friends could fight back. Maybe if they knew the truth about my encounter with him I could warn them to stay away from me for their own safety.
But I couldn't...
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We entered Leyawiin, and words cannot describe how the city appeared. It wasn't as visually nasty as Bravil, but at least Bravil had character. Leyawiin seem damp and dismal. Although the architecture was quite impressive to an extent, The business buildings were nothing more than small, stone shacks, but the rest of the buildings that I could still were tall, colourful and elegant. It was quite a strange contrast; there was clearly a wealth divide in this place.
"Right, I'm going to find the mages guild and see about my recommendation. Will you guys be okay?" Jessie asked me.
I nodded, "Yeah, we'll be fine. We will catch you later."
Jessie wandered off, leaving Anyanka and I alone.
"What is the matter?" Anyanka asked me.
I looked at her, I was obviously giving off an expression I didn't notice I was wearing, "Nothing... it's just not what I was expecting." I then smiled and put my hands on my hips, "So... what do you wanna do first? I'm DYING for a glass of Surille Brothers."
"No," Anyanka said rather bluntly, "As we have never been here before we must have you introduce yourself to
the count."
I turned my nose up in disproval, "Aww... but I want a drink."
"After. But the count is first. You're a stranger in this city; it's always best to make sure the Count knows of you in case there is any trouble. outsiders are always the first to blame" Anyanka told me.
"Okay..." I said, not really sure Anyanka's order was entirely necessary... but saying that it couldn't hurt to get myself in the Count's good books.
So as Anyanka and I were walking through the city on our way t the castle I sparked conversation, "So... does the Count know who you are?"
"He does," She replied, "He is a fine gentleman... but his wife is far from that."
"Oh really? Is she boar-face? I hear the plain girls sometimes get nasty because of their looks." I teased.
Anyanka didn't care for my joke, "No. Countess Alessia is a true beauty; she is just an incredible racist."
I suddenly got very nervous, "Racist?"
"Yes. It means when a person harbour unnecessary hatred toward another race simply due to the fact that they're different." Anyanka explained, although I knew what the word meant.
"No... I know what racist means. I just meant who is she racist toward?" I asked, "Can I note that my skin only gets this dark after too much exposure to the sun."
"You can relax. It seems her problems only lie with Argonians. Possibly Khajiiti, too." She explained.
"Ahh... good," I relieved, "Well, not for the Argonian folk. Poor guys."
Following this we finally made it to the Castle. Anyanka stormed ahead whilst I slowly walked toward the door, admiring the beauty of the large structure. It was enticing... the castle's of Cyrodiil truly were magnificent.
I wish I had a castle.So we headed inside, immediately greeted by a large, open space that was the greeting hall. Dark reds and dim lighting filled the space. It felt a lot more welcoming than other castle's I'd visited.
Anyanka responded with a nod, "Yes... it does have a certain charm to it-"
"WOOAAHH!!"
Suddenly into our eye line we saw a man fly across the room, landing on a pillar with a painful sounding thud.
"What the..." I said to myself with an impressed and surprised chuckle.
As I wondered on nirn was going on, an orc, presumably female, clad in iron armour came into view, "YOU ARE NOT THE COUNT! I WISH TO SPEAK TO THE COUNT!"
This post has been edited by Rihanae: Jan 17 2014, 04:24 PM