Everyone- I considered delaying this a bit longer, just to see how much I could ratchet the tension. But then I thought better of it, because if I don’t hurry, Julian will probably hamstring me as a way of keeping me confined to my writing chair….
The first order of business, then, is a heartfelt “thank you” to haute ecole rider for allowing me to borrow Julian for my story. The idea grew from a casual comment I made in re Julian’s time in Skyrim and the shaky command structure at Fort Frostmoth. Once the seed was planted, I became convinced it was worth nurturing. And haute was wonderfully generous enough to allow me to go forward- and to provide valuable assistance and input.
Second, a note about time. As Olen has pointed out, my timeline does not match with haute’s- or anyone else writing an Oblivion story, really. In fact, it does not match the Bethesda timeline. That is one reason I have been vague about dates- but it can be deduced that
Blood on the Moon takes place at least 20 years after Morrowind, which would make it 3E 448 or so. And that is a date that does not exist, except in my alternate universe, where time and events run differently.
As to Julian’s role- all I will say is “read and find out.” As is often the case, I have only the most basic plan and a couple of scenes in mind right now. This will be yet another “journey of discovery” for myself, as well as for you. I hope it meets your expectations.
@hazmick- I wondered who would be the first to see the “Easter egg,” and what the reaction would be. It has been all I could have wished. Hope the following will prevent the “Crossover Crisis.”
@mALX- Thank you so much. Although I am not sure if Athynae and Julian will actually meet in this story… There would surely be some sparks if they did- what with Athynae trying to “rescue” her sweet Athlain from the “Legion bully”- who is just trying to do her job. Hmmmm….
@Acadian- My original concept for this story, long since abandoned, was to have it consist entirely of “documentary” material- i.e., the Interludes. Even though that fell by the wayside, I still like to provide cryptic hints and fragments that pose more questions than they answer. And parts of this chapter will use that method again.
@haute- Again, my thanks for your willingness to indulge my madness and for allowing me to drag Julian along… The Good Beast- there are LOTS of bears on Solstheim, even though only a few are white. And someone as prone to skepticism as Athlain would almost have to wonder- “OK, it’s a bear. But how do I know it’s the RIGHT bear?”
@SubRosa- Welcome back, Lone Wanderer! Of course it’s not just a game! My descendant, Three-Dog, assures me that is so. The lines you noted are directly from the game- someone at Bethsoft apparently did their homework. You never can tell where Julian will appear- for a recovering addict with a bum knee, she sure gets around!
@minque- I knew you would like that bit. Athlain’s plan was good in most ways- the fatal flaw is that his “intended” is now with his mother- and his sisters(!)
@Remko- Thank you- and I am so happy to see more Rales and Zerina.
@Olen-You are correct about the timeline issue; see above. As to the purpose of the investigation, it will be revealed- eventually. The second note was written by Athlain- the meaning will have to wait for a while.
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Chapter 13
“Agent Treyson, you are not under arrest, nor are you required to answer my questions. However, the Legion and the Empire would appreciate your assistance with our inquiries. If you so desire, you may request counsel before we proceed. Do you understand what I have just explained to you, sir?”
I looked at the tall Redguard
Pilus Prior seated across the table from me and tried to read some clue from her demeanor. It was hopeless- her face gave away nothing- green eyes held my gaze steadily, and her mouth was set in a straight line. She did not frown or smile, she just-
waited- as if she had all the time in the world, and nowhere she would rather be than that small office at Fort Frostmoth.
My eyes moved from her face, framed by close-cropped black hair, to her uniform. The helmet on the table bore the device of
Legio VI, so I knew she must have come from Skyrim. Despite her recent sea-voyage, the uniform was spotless and every bit of metal gleamed as if it had just come from the manufactory. She was, in every way, the image of an ideal Legion non-commissioned officer- tall, straight, muscular, clear-eyed and clear-voiced. In some indefinable way, she reminded me of Senior Trooper Carbo, and I idly wondered if the Legion had some secret facility that produced such consummate soldiers ready-made.
“Agent Treyson? Sir? I ask again- do you understand your rights and responsibilities as regards this inquiry? I should add that if you have any question regarding my right to conduct this interview, I am acting under orders. Do you require counsel, sir?”
I waved away the question and focused on her eyes again. Green eyes, unyielding as High Rock granite…. My mother’s eyes were green, as well, and no counsel could have saved me from one of her “inquiries,” either. Surely that was a sign, though I could not decide if it was good or bad. Finally, I straightened my shoulders and said clearly and firmly:
“I understand my rights and responsibilities. Please proceed.”
The Redguard acknowledged my statement with a quick nod and then turned to the clerk who had seated himself behind her.
“You may go. If I determine that an official witness is necessary, I will send for you.”
Her voice was low and pleasant, but there was steel at its core and the clerk made no protest. He took his writing supplies and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him. Julian laid out her own quill and ink, along with some small, blank leaves of parchment.
Taking the quill in her left hand, she wrote slowly, as if the effort was painful. She made no attempt to conceal the words, and I was quite adept at reading upside down.
23 Frostfall
Inquiry into diverse events occurring on or about the island of Solstheim and pertaining to the East Empire Company’s Raven Rock Colony.
Location: Fort Frostmoth, Solstheim
Lead Investigator- Julian of Anvil, Pilus Prior, Legio VI
Subject- Athlain Treyson, Agent, Deathshead Legion, detached
No one else present at this session
Inquiry opens.She stopped writing, saying:
"The Legion loves their paperwork. If you and I don't suffer through this now, they'll make us do it over again until we get it right.”
She then set quill and paper aside and focused on me.
“Start with how you came to work for the East Empire Company."
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Deponent further states that he was informed by Falco Galenus, EEC Deputy, that evidence existed of Carnius Magius’ corruption. Agent Treyson did not himself see any such evidence at that time, but was asked by Deputy Galenus to “make a choice” as to whom he would assist as regarded the Raven Rock Colony. Deputy Galenus explicitly cast the decision as taking sides with either himself or with Factor Magius. Deponent states that he considered the matter briefly and chose to aid Deputy Galenus. Note: Agent Treyson noticeably uncomfortable re: Factor Magius, and rather vague re: reasoning behind decision to assist Deputy Galenus. Avenue for further inquiry at later session? Transcript resumes.
One of the first actions undertaken by Agent Treyson was to suggest building a general trader’s shop for the colony, as opposed to a smithy. His work with the EEC was then interrupted by Legion duties- specifically, determining if the Nords indigenous to Solstheim had knowledge of, or were complicit in, the attack on Fort Frostmoth and the disappearance of Captain Falx Carius. Agent Treyson met with Skaal villagers and was required to undertake a Test of Loyalty (see Addendum D) before they would provide any information. Upon completion of this Test, Agent Treyson returned to the Skaal village.The
Pilus held up her hand to signal a halt. “Let’s take a break. Do you want some water? Or would you prefer tea?”
I was not sure that her quick eyes missed my momentary flinch at the word “tea,” but I hoped so. To cover the lapse, I stretched and agreed:
“Yes, all this talking is thirsty work. Tea would be wonderful.”
The clerk was called back in to prepare the tea, and we remained silent while he fussed with the pot and cups.
All too quickly, the respite was over; Julian returned to her seat and I did the same. I had no idea what she was like on the parade ground, but she was certainly tireless and invincible in that interview room. When I had made myself as comfortable as I could, she glanced at the last page of her cryptic notes and said,
“Very well, sir. You returned to the Skaal village. In your own words- what happened next? Feel free to consult your journal, if you like.”
Her face was composed in an expression of polite interest, which did a remarkable job of concealing her actual thoughts. I took a deep breath and resumed the story.