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Serene of Cyrodiil, chapter 3 "Gathering Forces" |
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| minque |
May 8 2005, 11:02 PM
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Wise Woman

Joined: 11-February 05
From: Where I can watch you!!

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Always be smarter than the people who hire you.
Lena Horne
Chapter 3 Gathering Forces
I decided to take a walk through the beautiful City of Balmora before finding my quarters. It was a rather big city, sturdy houses made of some kind of yellowish stone were scattered on each side of a river. I did meet quite a lot of people strolling on the riverbank, and in the streets. Most of them were very friendly, with few exceptions, who were clad in a strange type of armor and called themselves “guards”.
There seemed to be a lot of service available here, armorer, outfitters, various shops and to my greatest satisfaction I found a book-store. Now I can´t resist visiting a book-store whenever I find one and this time was no exception.
“Balmora Bookstore – owner; Dorisa Darvel” the sign by the door said and I stepped inside, meeting a young Dunmer girl, looking up from a book she was reading, friendly smiling at me.
“Good evening to you” she said, “what can I do for you?”
She was beautiful and the kind tone in her greeting touched me, so I smiled back to her;
“ I love books” I said, not the most intelligent answer, but I was somewhat stunned by the open friendliness with which she addressed me. “I´d like to look around for a while if that´s Ok with you?”
“By all means Muthsera, you´re welcome, take your time” With those words she got back to her reading.
I turned to the books, there were a lot of them, many unknown to me but also some titles I remembered seeing in Cyrodiil, even in the Library of the prison. When strolling among the bookshelves I suddenly heard someone coughing, naturally I got terrified, I didn´t expect someone else to be there besides the lovely Dorisa, but now I spotted a “guard” in that weird armor I´d seen in the streets. “Well naturally”, I thought when my heart stopped pounding, “she had to have some kind of protection, so young and all alone in her store.”
I found a couple of useful books though; A Guide to Balmora, and then there was another one where the name of it caught my interest, it was a Guide to Ald´ruhn, Ald´ruhn…there it was again…..my fate was somewhat bound to this place I imagined, far too many coincidences lately! Then I had to stop buying books, if I should be able to pay for night-quarters. It was obvious that I must try to get some kind of a job because I´d soon run out of the few septims I had.
With my new books in my satchel I then took a hearty godbye of Dorisa Darvel, certain that I´d visit her store again and made my way down the street. I noticed that the Mage´s and the Fighter´s guilds were situated nearly right across the bookstore, that knowledge could eventually come in handy later on…..
Further down, the street broadened a bit, stairs leading down to the river Odai, that I just learnt from the Guide, and also stairs leading upwards, then again I didn´t bother exploring anymore of the city tonight, all I wanted now was a decent meal and a bed for the night.
From a distance you could hear the whereabouts of the inn “Eight Plates”, laughs and raised voices accompanied by some weird kind of “music”…sounded out from a building to the left of the street. I hesitated for a while but decided it couldn´t be all that bad so I went inside…..
It was an Inn alright, but quite different from those back in The Imperial City….This one was dark, there was a distinct mouldy smell oozing from the very walls, and there were not many guests, just two Dunmeri sitting at a table heavily arguing about someone sleeping with someone else´s wife…..another rather drunk man in an ever weirder armor than the outside guards, was pacing back and forth muttering and hissing at some invisible enemy. Then there was the landlady, a tall elderly Dunmeri woman with an extremely dark voice, shouting at the drunken man to shut up and sit down otherwise he would be expelled from the premises.
I stopped at the counter and asked for night-quarters. The landlady stopped yelling at the drunk and turned to me thoroughly examining me before saying;
“Nah look what we have here guys!, an Outlander….and a woman, now that´s quite extraordinary” She laughed and stared at me, undressing me with her looks and I felt quite bad. It was not a good idea of coming here, but what choice did I have?
“Nightquarters” she laughed….”the little lady wants a bed, right?..and maybe some company to go with it?”
“No, I just want somewhere to sleep and something to eat if it´s possible” I tried to keep calm and be polite, despite the rage I felt inside by this insulting comments.
The men who were arguing before sat silent now and watched me with curiousity, the armored drunk had finally given up, lying beside the wall heavily snoring.
“Women don´t come in here unless they want some company”, the landlady snapped at me, “but nevermind, I´ll let you have the room downstairs to the right”. She then handed me the key and turned away.
The room was very small, a bed, a chair and a little table at the bedside, and it was filled up. Now I didn´t mind that at all, all I needed was a bed, but I checked the lock on the door very thoroughly, didn´t want any visitors….
After putting my gear on the bed, I went upstairs to investigate the possibility of having something to eat. The landlady was not very pleased with the thought of cooking me a meal so she shook her head in a negative answer on my request.
“Now now Dulnea, what about those kwama-eggs I brought you this afternoon, you haven´t finished them already have you?” A soft voice came out of a dark corner of the inn, and a young man stepped forward. He was a Dunmer, tall and slender, of about my age, maybe a few years older, pointed cheekbones, a complexion fairly light grey, and a tribal tattoo on his forehead, his red-brownish hair glowed in the dim lights from the lanterns on the wall, his eyes were red but then very sad and he looked thoughtfully right into my face.
“Oh heck,” Dulnea snapped at him, “Very well I´ll fry some eggs then, you certainly are a strange kind of man, Sedrane Mirpal, always volunteering to aid, being a woman or an outlander, your father would be ashamed of you”…..
“You know perfectly well that I don´t have a father” he said harshly and then turned to me;
“I bid you welcome to Balmora lady, and do forgive Dulnea, she is a hag sometimes but basicly she has a heart of gold, by the way my name is Sedrane Mirpal” .The young Dunmer reached out his hand to me and looked me straight into the eyes.
I felt weak, my legs trembled as I took his hand; strong and warm…..I was all lost in his earnest gaze, my voice was not but a whisper when I told him my name.
I simply had to sit down, having no idea what was happening to me,…….
“Ok Serene, let´s put you to bed before you pass out”, Sedrane took my hand again and led me down the stairs to my room, “I´ll bring you the food in a minute, but I think you have to
lie down for a while”
Lying on my bed I let my thoughts wander…..No doubt I was attracted to Sedrane Mirpal, he was very handsome, and that dark low voice, so soothing so calming and so sexy……and his hands, strong, warm and supporting. I closed my eyes and let it come to me, the feeling of something not yet experienced but still I knew what it was….Love!
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Chomh fada agus a bhionn daoine ah creiduint in aif�iseach, leanfaidh said na n-aingniomhi a choireamh (Voltaire)Facebook
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| Wolfie |
Jul 7 2005, 12:05 AM
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Mage

Joined: 14-March 05
From: Dublin, Ireland

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Yay! Update!
Great as always Minque
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 D�anaim smaoineamh, d� bhr� sin, t�im ann - Descartes Only the dead have seen the end of war ~ Plato Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed. - G.K. Chesterton EnsamVarg
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| jonajosa |
Jul 7 2005, 12:37 AM
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Um. I hate to do this but.....
I state this rule that was in the contract with my agent for protecting my story.
"Rule number 123,456: I can sue Minque for a total of 3 cakes if she uses the fictional name Johannes. Which is under the copyright protection of
Jonajosastories.inc"
You need to pay me now... In the coffee shop... I'll take a coffee too.
:goodjob:
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| Wolfie |
Jul 7 2005, 10:43 PM
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Mage

Joined: 14-March 05
From: Dublin, Ireland

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No, The Lord Nerevar Reborn is a young Breton who goes by the name of Trey (well, the name is a guess but the Breton part is true)
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 D�anaim smaoineamh, d� bhr� sin, t�im ann - Descartes Only the dead have seen the end of war ~ Plato Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed. - G.K. Chesterton EnsamVarg
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| Lucidarius |
Jul 11 2005, 08:11 PM
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Evoker
Joined: 11-June 05
From: East of the sun, west of the moon

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Really nice update, mingue. The armor scene was very vivid in my mind, and it is very realistic that most women (even a tall one like Serene - according to Trey's story) won't have quite the same breadth or strength as a man. As I wrote to Trey, it's fun to read about two different protagonists get into the same fiction. Don't feel sorry about not updating, because real life is after all the most true RP of all, and if that fails because we've spent too much time with a game, it would be really awful and sad. I do hope that you'll get around to updating, it's just that naturally real life must take precedence.
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Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, And vice sometime's by action dignified. Shakespeare: Romeo and Juliet II, 3
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| minque |
Jul 12 2005, 09:40 PM
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Wise Woman

Joined: 11-February 05
From: Where I can watch you!!

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QUOTE(Dantrag @ Jul 12 2005, 05:40 PM) minque, prepared to be proud of me! I caught up on your story in 3 days ! I like it a lot. (more than peach cobbler.) WoW...I´m not only proud I´m honoured as well...and very glad you like it....now then I have to make sure there´ll be an update soon then... 
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Chomh fada agus a bhionn daoine ah creiduint in aif�iseach, leanfaidh said na n-aingniomhi a choireamh (Voltaire)Facebook
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| Kiln |
Jul 13 2005, 12:33 AM
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Forum Bard

Joined: 22-June 05
From: Balmora, Eight Plates

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QUOTE(minque @ Jul 12 2005, 09:40 PM) WoW...I´m not only proud I´m honoured as well...and very glad you like it....now then I have to make sure there´ll be an update soon then...  Don't tease us like that.  *Crowd gathers* Update! Update!
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He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. And if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee. - Friedrich Nietzsche
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