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Serene of Cyrodiil, chapter 6, Sidetracks and sorrow |
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| minque |
Dec 29 2006, 11:50 PM
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Wise Woman

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

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“There is sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love.” Washington Irving
Chapter 6 Sidetracks and Sorrow
“You can’t run away from your destiny, Serene, you will have to face the fact that you now belong to a House, to a family, and with it the responsibility it takes!” Sinnamu Mirpal´s words dug deeply into my heart as we sat by the fireplace in the Inner Shrine of Ald Daedroth that rainy evening.
I had arrived at the ancient Shrine of Ald Daedroth earlier in the afternoon, because the Ahemmusa Tribe now was safely settled there instead of the harsh lands on north-eastern Vvardenfell. Trey of High Rock had done a thorough job, making the Shrine a safe place for the Tribe. The Wise Woman had her own private chambers in the Inner Shrine, and she had decorated the thick stone walls with beautifully woven fabric in various deep earth-colors, with thick carpets on the floor to keep the damp cold away and a huge fireplace built in the center.
I felt safe here amongst my friends, far away from the evil schemes of Bolvyn Venim, the intrigues and disagreements among the Redoran Councillors…and the struggle to both be deeply in love with Athyn Sarethi and yet try to be an honourable Redoran.
Panic brought me here, panic from being aware of the hatred of Bolvyn Venim; knowing he would probably try to kill me in the cruelest way, panic from the passion that tore me apart. Here I hoped to find peace, to rest my tormented soul and finally to find myself and be a whole woman again.
I hadn’t thought of Sedrane though….
When Anja Swift-Sailer put me ashore on the island of Ald Daedroth I was astonished at first; I didn’t think the Tribe had moved out there already, but they actually had.
The first one to greet me was Sallit; he was remarkably glad to see me and grabbed my hand and literally dragged me up to the Shrine yelling out loud I was here.
Sinnamu was waiting in her chambers as he brought me there. She said nothing, just put her hand on my cheek, smiling. I got an odd feeling she had somehow known I was coming.
After arranging night quarters for me and also giving me a chance to freshen up after the jour-ney she asked me to join her in her chambers. And therefore we now were sitting in front of the fireplace and she made the remark about my destiny.
I told her about the things that had happened, including my feelings for Athyn, about Domesea, and about the panic that struck me at the funeral. She listened without interrupting me, just nodded at some points.
“You will always have a home with the Ahemmusa, you know that, so go get some rest now. I’ll give you a potion that will help you through the night.” Sinnamu gave me a purple vial which I should down before going to bed.
It was good to be back with the Ahemmusa again. Life had improved a lot for them since they moved to Ald Daedroth. Here they were safe from blight storms, outlaw Ashlanders and other pirates. They had an entire island for themselves and had begun to grow saltrice, ash yam and even hackle-lo! They were proud of themselves and couldn’t wait to show me all the im-provements they had made.
My first weeks at the Shrine I just “was.” I didn’t really do anything, just strolled about, talking to my old friends, helping out with cooking and the Guars of course. It was balm for my soul, except for that itch deep in my heart.
I felt guilty….guilty for abandoning Athyn in his grief, guilty of not standing up for my family, for my house. I ran away like a coward, and I was ashamed of myself!
It was at this time Sedrane Mirpal entered my life again…
He was the first man who had held me in his arms with love, and his dark red eyes still showed affection. I didn’t know what to say; in fact I was unable to speak because of the lump in my throat. Seeing Sedrane brought up so many memories from a happy time in my life, an uncomplicated time, compared to life with the Redorans.
“Serene, my precious, it’s so good to see you!” Sedrane embraced me and I felt a flash of the old passion, it had been so long…so very long…
We went outside for a walk; it felt somewhat easier to talk to him away from the others; besides I didn’t want to show my chaotic feelings in public. I knew I had to tell him all, as I had told his mother, including my relations with Athyn. He didn’t show much emotion during my story; as an Ashkan he had been taught to not show too many feelings.
“Enough about me now,” I finally said, drying my cheeks from the inevitable but annoying tears that always seemed to run down my face. ”Tell me about how life’s been with you and your folks.”
“Trey really did a good job clearing this place from the cultists,” Sedrane smiled “Then he escorted us here, the whole Tribe, you know! That was a journey, I tell you!”
They had actually built a couple of nice boats to take them across the waters, Trey had super-vised the construction and the manufacturing, and then he also led the armada safely to Ald Daedroth. The tribe had cleaned the old shrine from all dirt and grime, and then they made it into a real home. Every family got their own “apartment” consisting of one or two chambers according to the size of the family. The women made beautifully woven fabric to cover walls and floors to make the chambers more comfortable and unique.
“We have also managed to develop greater cooperation between other Tribes.” Sedrane said, “There have actually been a couple of cross-marriages between members of different Tribes, you know.”
I understood the island of Ald Daedroth was a good land to live on. Secure from attack, with good weather and fertile land, which provided them with good crops and good pastures for the Guars. Also the well-built shrine gave additional security and provided a good defence to almost any kind of attack.
As we walked along the waterfront I saw a young woman with a bow up a hillside. I was about to ask Sedrane who she was when I noticed a weird look on his face, like guilt or bad conscience. Then the woman spotted us and came running towards us.
“Sedrane!” she shouted from a distance, “You’re home! Who is our visitor?” As she ap-proached I noticed she was a young beautiful girl in a leather shirt with embroideries different from the normal Ahemmusa style. Her long silken jet-black hair danced around her face and shoulders as she came running, and her long slender legs hardly allowed her feet to touch the ground. Her dark red eyes looked into Sedrane´s with an unmistakable air of love.
“Shara!” He exclaimed with a faint grimace, “Ahem….this is Serene Catraso, who used to live with the Ahemmusa. I’ve told you about her, remember?”
“Serene….this is Shara, hunter from the Urshilaku-Tribe, ehh …she is to be….my wife!” The last word came out sounding rather strangled.
I felt an immediate sting of jealousy; somehow I’d expected Sedrane to …sort of wait for me, but I smiled at the young Ashlander-girl and greeted her as heartily as I could.
Shara flung herself on Sedrane, embracing him hard, and the kiss she gave him was indeed passionate so that I had to turn away from them. It was really ridiculous, but I felt a sharp pain inside and I didn’t trust my face not to reveal it.
Has he told her about us? I asked myself…
Then I decided to return to the Shrine to look up some of the women to see if I could make myself somewhat useful; besides I needed to be alone for a moment….
As I stumbled away from Sedrane and his soon-to-be bride, I almost bumped into someone, my sight blurry and faded, and would have fallen if he hadn’t caught my arm at the last second
“Hey, Serene! What’s the matter, sweetie?” Mabarrabael embraced me, just like that, like I was still a member of the clan, like I had never left. “It’s Sedrane, right?” he sighed. “It was you who once told me not to shed tears over a lost love, remember? And what are you doing right now, huh?”
I couldn’t resist smiling. Mabarrabael used to confide in me when I lived with the Ahemmusa. Once he had a bad crush for Lanabi, the Ahemmusa trader who didn’t exactly return his hot feelings and I, of course, had to tell him not to be sad about that.
Mabarrabael´s company did me good; he made me laugh, as always…We sat down on a flat rock overlooking the sea and talked for a good hour before hunger drove us back to the Shrine. That evening, as I sat by the campfire, sharing the evening-meal with the Ahemmusa I wondered what would come out of this. I had returned to the people I loved but the reason for it could be questioned, and I honestly didn’t know what would become of me….
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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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| blockhead |
Mar 27 2007, 04:56 AM
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Finder

Joined: 23-March 07
From: Lokken

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Wow. Intense. I'll just bite my nails until chapter 7.  I hope we get to see Serene finally start some serious kicking of spotted owl.
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| minque |
Mar 27 2007, 10:16 PM
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Wise Woman

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

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QUOTE(jack cloudy @ Mar 27 2007, 10:55 PM)  Nothing I can add that hasn't been said already. Except perhaps for a reply to Blockhead. Of course you have the right on your own opinion, so don't take it badly. Personally, I find that the relative lack of violence is one of the high points in this story. Most other fanfics I've read (mine included.) have a fight in nearly every update. It's a nice departure from the usual. Still, a Vomica Cruor from time to time wouldn't be bad at all.  Thanks Jackie! I was afraid you guys were getting bored with Serene..! Hmm now the Vomica Cruor is only used by Serene in the RP. That Serene is somewhat more violent than the one in the story....dual personalities perhaps! I try to keep excess magica away from the story, some intervention-spells and different kind of potions and some good old healing will be suffice for now! Now Blockie has a point...Renie just has to kick some bad guys....and so she will! edited by minque, non-intentional censor-break-through
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| jack cloudy |
Mar 27 2007, 10:23 PM
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Master

Joined: 11-February 06
From: In a cold place.

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What the frick?!  Minque, you just managed to break trough the censor! And the Vomica Cruor. My mistake, I should've realized that such a violent spell would not fit the 'story' Serene. 
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Fabulous hairneedle attack! I'm gonna be bald before I hit twenty.
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| blockhead |
Mar 27 2007, 11:17 PM
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Finder

Joined: 23-March 07
From: Lokken

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QUOTE(jack cloudy @ Mar 27 2007, 04:55 PM)  Nothing I can add that hasn't been said already. Except perhaps for a reply to Blockhead. Of course you have the right on your own opinion, so don't take it badly. Personally, I find that the relative lack of violence is one of the high points in this story. Most other fanfics I've read (mine included.) have a fight in nearly every update. It's a nice departure from the usual. Still, a Vomica Cruor from time to time wouldn't be bad at all.  I'm sorry.  I don't want to annoy anyone ... it's just that ... From reading Treydog's already finished story we know that Serene will become Archmaster of Redoran. From my in-game experiences I already know that there is only one way to become Archmaster. Therefore some violence will occur. All I am saying is that it will nice that (for a change) said violence will be done by Serene instead of to her. I will admit to a bias though: I like women who kick spotted owl. 
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| minque |
Mar 27 2007, 11:25 PM
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Wise Woman

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

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Ok...fact number one: You my darling readers know by now that I tend to alter the in-game plots pretty much..that means that I could let Renie be Archmaster without spilling one drop of blood fact number two: She has done some fighting....f ex with a couple of mudcrabs! fact number three: Nah....you´ll have to wait and see.... 
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| The Metal Mallet |
Mar 28 2007, 04:24 AM
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Master

Joined: 18-June 06
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I wouldn't think so. I'm pretty sure we take creative liberties when we're dealing with cameos in our stories. Otherwise, big plots holes between the two stories would be plain to see. Though, I guess I kinda took that into consideration when I wanted Sethyas Velas to cameo in my story. I made sure I placed the time of my story after all the possible events Black Hand had/will be written about in his series on the character. So yea, don't worry about the inconsistances between the stories. A wizard did it 
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