A New Sun Rises - Maxical's Adventures, The Truth Behind The Oblivion Crisis Options

[Acadian]

Owyn gets a new doo. Woohoo!

This was a fun romp. Very cute how Maxical can get herself in trouble without even realizing it!

[Winter Wolf]

Oh no, I am 4 pages behind.

Ahhhh.....

Sorry, mALX.

[ureniashtram]

Dying Owyn's hair.. that way?! My dear, that's old school( for me anyways)!

Maybe if you burn some rice to a crisp, add some lavender lotion and oil, you'll have raven black hair in no time! Used by the ancient Jewish people (or so I've heard)!

No... My narcisstic obssesion about funky hairs is resurfacing.. I must..

Nah! mALX, this is one outstanding chapter!! More!

[Destri Melarg]

You gave Owyn a FINGER WAVE!!??? Horror of Horrors!! First you turn Vicente into an androgynous Anne Rice vampire, now this?? By the Nine, someone please tackle Maxical before she wussifies the whole of Cyrodiil!

And Pilus; Dude, WTF!!! I have heard of cash-strapped, but really? Andronicus?! I don’t think they make that much disinfectant!! How do you plan to . . . and the smell . . . ? Nope, strike that, I don’t really want to know!

@haute – Stoney Jackson?! Really? Please don’t tell me you had a thing for El DeBarge too!

WUSSIFICATION EVERYWHERE!!!

*Destri had to leave in the wake of a tsunami of estrogen induced nausea.*

[Olen]

This is brilliant! Slightly crazy, unexpected and downright hilarious. Owen getting a makeover - genius. I'll stop laughing at some point, probably. And using a sword as hair crimpers (if that's the word hair things are beyond me) is original, I'm not sure I'd let Malxical near me with a hot sword even if I had hair.

Andronicus getting services... you're veering into horror there. That image is only marginally better than her and Owen...

[mALX]

@ Nautee Hautee - my construction set limited me on Owyn's makeover, but I actually did drop 30 years off him, about 50 pounds from his frame, and changed his hairdo. He didn't look good with long hair in a pony tail like I did with most of the other men in my game, ROFL !!!! I really need to give Gils a makeover too, I worked on it, but then messed something else up and had to throw out all my hard work. Thank you so much Nautee girl! Lol.

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@ Verlox - ROFL !!!! Owyn singing Sexual Healing (choke, gasp) - I spewed hot coffee on my keyboard thanks to that comment! ROFL - Thank you so much Verlox! (The Marvin Gaye look was not included in the construction set either, lol)

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@ Acadian - Maxical had not gotten in trouble for far too long, I really almost made a straight character out of her and figured I better fix that quick. Thank you so much Acadian!!!

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@ Winter Wolf - Oh Wolf, you have been so missed! I wrote a special Dunmer line in the story just for you too! I'm just glad you are alive and well, you have been greatly missed! <3 Thank you so very much Wolf!!!

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@ Ureniashtram - ROFL !!!! Oh, I didn't know about burning rice to die hair, I'll have to look that up!!! Thank you so much Ureniashtram!!!

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@ Destri - ARGH!!! I take no responsibility for the hairdo, it was all the construction set offered that looked good on him!!! ARGH!!! But, I did drop 30 years and 50 pounds off him, and in game he looks a lot better!!! (and I refrained from adding long hair and a pony tail to him, I should get kudos for that!) ROFL !!!

Gotta agree with you on Andronicus and Pilus, I kept my mind as far from it as possible while writing it. There is actually a reason for it though that will come out later.

PS - Wait...Vicente? Androgynous? No way, he was a sex-crazed womanizing dog in my story! Although I don't deny skewering him...

On Vicente's makeover I had to do that, the man was ugly as sin in game, and that actually took hours of work to even get him to look that decent. I finally just gave up and randomized him to get that look. ARGH!

- oh wait! I know what you are talking about now! Vicente as The Man! Oh yes, androgynous for sure! Er...Sorry about that.

Er...does this mean you don't think I should give Gils a makeover? I think I actually did a good job on Janus Hassildor and Fathis Aren, although my Alix Lencolia could use some work, he actually does look androgynous. And I haven't posted a pic of my makeover on Hannibal Traven, but lets just say he has long hair and a pony tail, so does Jauffre - ROFL !!!!

ARGH!!! Thank you so very much Destri! You ROCK !!!

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@ Olen - ROFL !!! I thought the exact same thing in the exact same words on the Andronicus and Pilus/Andronicus and Owyn !! Thank you so very much Olen, I appreciate your words a lot!

[mALX]

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Chapter 32: Of Anger And Disaster


Every time I thought of Pilus an image floated into my mind of him and Andronicus mating like rats in that filthy cell and my stomach would churn.

Gils kept bringing him up, till I nearly gagged. He was obviously miffed over Pilus walking me home, and alternated his comments with an extremely intense practice.

“I’ll end the truce if I see that rube near you again. I’m not baby-sitting you just to have that sleazy guard…”

I quit listening. He was making me ill while pressing the most powerful sparring I had ever found in a partner. I wished he would spar like this all the time…except shut up about Pilus while he did it.

His eyes were on fire with some kind of passion, was it anger? The molten red depths glowed with it. I wondered if I’d ever see passion like that in Fathis’s eyes, and what would I do to cool the flame? Kiss him?”

“Stop it!” Gils voice cut into my reverie like a whip.

I dropped my hands to my sides and stood at ease. “What?”

“Your eyes reflect your thoughts. You want the truce to continue, don’t look like that again. Let‘s take a break. Er…why don‘t you go do Andronicus's duties for a while.”

“Okay.”

I went to the stack of damaged raiment and began trying to repair them. The hammers kept breaking. I finally finished the first one and hung it up. It looked odd for some reason. I logged the repair hammer losses on Owyn’s chart and started on the next one, finally just moving a whole crate of repair hammers next to me. It was over half gone when I finished the second raiment.

I heard Owyn bellowing before he found me. “What the hell is this [censored]? Twenty repair hammers used, only one raiment hanging? How many one-armed fighters do you see me sending out into the arena?”

“What?”

“Look what you’ve done to this raiment! You hammered one arm closed!” Owyn started shaking and pointing at the pile of broken hammers at my feet. His eyes bulged.

“What is that? You used a half a crate of hammers up and only fixed two…what the hell? Is that the second one you repaired? Where is the head supposed to come out?”

“Uh…Owyn…I never repaired armor before. Andronicus has been doing mine for me.”

Owyn’s eyes were bulging and his face was turning purple. His mouth opened and closed a few times before he bellowed out, “GILS!”

Gils came flying in, stopping short when he saw Owyn. “Owyn! I barely recognized you! You look better than you did twenty years ago!”

“Gils, take over the repairs till Andronicus gets back. Do you think you can fix these two?” Owyn’s voice came out in a hoarse whisper as if he was strangling on the words.

Gils looked at the two I had repaired. “What the… I‘ll try.”

Owyn stomped out and Gils handed me my list from Andronicus.

“Go do something else.” Gils was still acting mad at me.

I heard Gils laugh echoing as I left. Scrubbing the bathing pool was next on the list. That was simple enough, and I could use the bath.

I was pleased with the job I had done. I released the drains for the old water and finished scrubbing the pool, then soaped myself up. My plan was to keep the drains open when I first released the water from above. That would rinse everything completely before refilling it. I pictured the bathing pool sparking clean and Owyn forgiving me for the armor mess-up.

The top of the Arena is made perfectly for watershed and streams rainwater to a reservoir over each Bloodworks.

I tried to yank the chain to release the water from the reservoir on the roof but my soapy hands slid on the chain. I didn’t have the weight to just pull down on it. Thinking fast, I hooked the chain underneath the door latch to Pork Chop’s area and entwined an old steel cutlass into the chain. That gave me more leverage. Bearing down on the hilt acted like a lever, I heard the gates open above me as I hooked the blade under the latch.

The sound was like a raging waterfall and floodwaters roared down from above. The latch broke on Pork Chop’s door and it flew open, gushing water into his pen. The chain got yanked up in the air and the dangling latch or entwined sword got caught on something.

All I could think of was Pork Chop drowning, so I flew across his cage in the rapidly deepening water and flung open his door to the Arena proper. The gush of water billowed out into the Arena with Pork Chop riding the crest of the wave. Water pressure knocked me down and drove me across the bottom of the cage and out into the Arena, naked and now covered in pig feces.

The water spread out once it hit the Arena, creating a muddy mess. Pork Chop took off after the Yellow team raiment as Owyn had taught him to do, goring the combatant with his tusks. I heard Wes announcing that the blue team forfeited the match for three citations, two for unauthorized personnel and one for out of raiment because I was naked.

Owyn had opened the door into the bathing room when he heard the water roaring and the inside of the Bloodworks was now flooded too. When he found out his match was forfeited and he got three citations he was livid.

“I didn’t know pigs could swim.” I tried to explain to Owyn why I had released Pork Chop (and inadvertently myself) into the Arena.

The wet mats had to all be laid outside to dry and all but Andronicus’s stinking mat were stolen by beggars. We had to requisition a slew of new mats and bail the water out of the Bloodworks. The order came down from Jack that until Andronicus returned Gils was to take over the duty of cleaning the bathing pool.

I was in Owyn’s black books for everything except the hair. He got a date with the Bosmer girl. “You two clean up this place. I’m going out. Get some passes ready for Hassiri, he’ll have to be briefed. Just tell him the reservoir release broke.”






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Agronak sent me a note through one of the Pit Dogs to meet him outside. Owyn wasn’t there to ask what to do. First he had said to talk Agronak into dropping the charges on Andronicus, then said to stay away from him. I wasn’t sure if the second order cancelled the first. I went. My thoughts were that I could ask him to drop the charges, then end the friendship and stay away from him from now on. That way I was obeying Owyn on both orders.

Agronak was livid when I told him I had been attacked the night before. He paced, shouting and cursing. I believe he would have killed if one of the Pit Dogs had shown up right then. Agronak rarely curses, nor had I seen him display that kind of violence outside the Arena before.

I understood his upset…but he had created the situation. I was still raw over leaving Andronicus in that cell and mad he had done this to all of us, but especially for lying to me about the ring. I was angry with him before our conversation began, his actions did nothing to soothe it.

“Where are they, I’ll kill every one of them!”

“They were taken back to prison. If it hadn’t been for Gils there is no telling what would have happened. He charged through the mob and saved me Agronak.”

“Why didn’t you contact me when you got out last night, or go to the house? You should have never gone there alone.”

“You had me arrested as a thief, why would I contact you or go to your house? You may have brought trespassing charges against me if I did.”

“Get your things packed right now. You are going to the house to stay. I insist on it! You are not spending the night in the Bloodworks without protection ever again!”

I don‘t take well to being ordered around, especially not by someone who was the cause of me being unprotected in the first place. Anger was beginning a fiery path through my mind, engulfing any plans of a calm end to the friendship. The more he spoke the more my temper flared and rationality receded to the background. I struggled to keep heated responses from flying out of my mouth and forced myself to speak in a light, airy tone that sounded brittle even to my own ears.

“Don’t worry about it, Agronak. I do have protection now, Owyn is back and Gils is there.“

“GILS! He’s worse than anyone! May as well stick the fox in the henhouse and ask him to be gentle!”

“I’m not exactly sure what that means Agronak. And it may surprise you, but Gils is being a perfect gentleman.”

“Surprised? I would be shocked if I believed it. He is pulling something, outsmarting you. You just don’t realize how tricky he is. But you wouldn’t need his protection if you just went to the house.”

“Agronak, I don’t appreciate being called dumb whether I am or not. There was no one else there but Gils, you had them all locked up. Besides, Gils is supposedly your friend, remember?”

“He is my friend, a close enough one that he has told me his schemes and ploys with women.”

“Is one of them nearly dying in the act of saving a co-worker’s virtue? He saved me Agronak. That was no scheme or ploy. And as I said, he has called a truce while I am under his protection.“

“He better be, and you can tell him I said that.”

“I don’t carry threatening sounding messages for others. Now what did you call me out to ask?”

“Let’s go to the house and talk, this is too public.”

“Are you forgetting my reputation would be damaged going there with you alone? The house is no longer in your mother’s name, and she is no longer there to chaperone. I’ve already stayed too long. I am on ‘three-a-days’ to make up for the lost revenue. Oh, by the way…er, Owyn has temporarily canceled his permission for me to go on that trip for you. He said he needs me here till Andronicus gets back, Gils and I are sharing her duties.”

“This is ridiculous, Owyn was just gone one day, what lost revenue? And Andronicus doesn’t do anything but hold my book, how could you have to replace her?”

“Two days lost revenue if you count the funeral. Odd how you expect everyone to suffer monetary losses over you without complaint or recoup while you sue them for spending too much to make your own mother‘s funeral special. And Andronicus does quite a bit more than manage you, how do you think she earns her share of the Box Office receipts? I know because I am having to fill her shoes plus train three times daily with Gils.”

“WITH GILS? What do you mean you are training with Gils?”

“He is the only one Owyn trusts right now, and who I feel safe with.”

“I don’t like this at all! What duties could Gils possibly take over for Andronicus?”

“He is watching the women at night.”

“But you are the only woman there!”

“If there were others he would watch them too.”

“If you went to the house he wouldn’t have to!”

“Oh, he doesn’t seem to mind.”

“OF COURSE NOT! This can only end one way Maxical. You don’t know him like I do. Maybe Owyn would let me spend the nights there to protect you.”

I snorted. “You have got to be kidding! You have been banned from our Bloodworks.”

“Banned!” Agronak was fuming.

“What did you think would happen? You had Owyn arrested as a thief. You’re lucky he didn’t kill you. I told you before you pressed charges Andronicus would never steal from you. I‘m really surprised Haki hasn’t banned you.”

“He wasn’t back yet when I left this morning.”

“Well Haki was pretty mad, you may be banned from the Yellow Bloodworks too. You know he only let you stay there as a courtesy, you aren‘t his fighter anymore.” Andronicus had told me that.



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This post has been edited by mALX: Jun 7 2010, 04:52 AM

[D.Foxy]

Oh my Kitty!!!

What next, I tremble to ask...


(thinks)

Let's see, FLOOD has come.


ARRRGH! FIRE and FAMINE are coming next!!! Stock up on the water and food, everyone!!!

[Olen]

Back to the usual chaos... Managing to flush herself into the arena naked on a tide of slurry was inspired, I laughed aloud.

And now the havok is building and ready to wash everyone away in a whole tide of... well... Makes me wonder how who will react, and what Agronak is really up to, he seemed almost worried.

Good degree of mystery and great characters, I love it.

[Acadian]

Ahah! I see Maxical is smarter than all of us. One by one, she eliminating her requirements to do Andronicus' chores. Screw up the chore, Owyn will make someone else do it. Brilliant kitty!

I enjoyed her 'chat' with Agronak. Very well done, mALX.

[Destri Melarg]

You forgot War and Pestilence, Foxy! Knowing Maxical my guess is the bugs. Where, oh where is the Raid when you need it?

I am completely and helplessly adrift in this story. You said that you can see an end to the Arena episode of Maxical’s adventures. I can’t for the life of me imagine how you are going to tie this whole thing up, but the way your mind works I’m sure it’s going to be GREAT!!!

This post has been edited by Destri Melarg: Jun 8 2010, 08:37 AM

[Winter Wolf]

Finally caught up!!
Wow, what on earth has happened to the story in the last month?!!?

Just when I thought I had read it all, mALX has once again taken us all to that next level. The conversation where Traven was giving female advice to Fathis was beyond belief, one the best and funniest things I've ever read. That was so good to come up with that idea, ha, ha.

The fight in the bloodworks was writing with awesome description and was so real it was frightening. Did Foxy have a hand in composing it? If not, then I stand and applaud.

I agree with Destri, what is going on with women wanting to WUSSIFY every male in the whole world??
Come on, let us submit to our base male instincts, it is all with have left, please??

Aradroth approves of the greedy teat of the Night Mother, awesome mALX.

I am still left in awe how this story (like an out of control horse) is going to join up with the assassin part of the plotline. But if anybody can, it is certainly mALX!!!!!!!

CODE

The gush of water billowed out into the Arena with Pork Chop riding the crest of the wave.

And as for this, I am quite simply in shock. BRILLIANT.

[D.Foxy]

No, Wolf, it was not me - it was all mALX!!!

The student now surpasses the master!!!

[Winter Wolf]

The bloodworks fight (2 vs the horde) was as good as anything I have read. The clawing, the punching, the tail slap against the wall really brought a visceral edge to the scene. mALX has certainly expanded her combat creativity in a frighteningly short period of time. Wow!!

[mALX]

I'm Baaaaaack - I will answer these wonderful comments ASAP, thank you all for them!

[D.Foxy]

Aaaaaaand becauuuuse she's back this thread goes toooooo the fronnnnt....thus making her back to fronnnnt...

[MyCat]

mALX, I can't even begin to imagine what you went through. I missed you and Maxical though.

(I still tread carefully near the top of the stairs in the Tiber Septim Hotel in case the floor is a bit slippery )

[mALX]

@ Foxy - you got one right...two if you wait a few chapters, lol. Thank you so much Foxy!!! No one has to tell you how much you ROCK! - and thank you so much for your poems, you can't imagine how much they meant to me!

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@ Olen - Thank you so much Olen! That actually was inspired, I was cleaning...lol. Just kidding...or not!

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@ Acadian - you got it! Although in Maxical's case I doubt she is doing it deliberately, lol. Thank you so much Acadian!

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@ Destri - It may be ...rodents... - and I finally did tie it in the other night! Although it is several chapters down the road from now, lol. But - YEAH!!!! Thank you so very much Destri!

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@ Winter Wolf - Just because you have requested it I have based out my men in the story...uh oh. Thank you so much for your kind words about the fight scenes! Of course I get my knowledge of fighting from Foxy, and my knowledge of cat behavior from Hauty (and stepping out on my deck to see the feral cats going at each other) - but Foxy was AWOL when that was written, I had to go by my memory and glancing back over HIS thread on the BGSF, lol. He won't take the credit, but deserves it! You ROCK Wolf !!!!

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@ MyCat - ROFL !!!! I have been trying to find a way to keep that scene in this rewrite, lol. You can thank Foxy for that one too! It was his idea. Thank you so much MyCat!

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@ Everyone - You all know what I have been going through I am sure. My X was diagnosed with cancer in May and died in July. The last couple months were a nightmare as he went downhill daily.

I just want to say how much all of you helped me through it with your kind words and thoughts. You all are AWESOME friends, and I feel very lucky to have such supportive people help me through what was a terribly trying time in both my and my son's life. You all ROCK!

[mALX]

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Chapter 33: Agronak Strikes Back


“I am the son of a Lord and the Grand Champion, and thanks to Andronicus I am broke.” Agronak roared and slapped at the bush nearest him, sending a spray of blossoms fluttering in the air.

A contrast was drawn in my mind between Fathis shelling out so much to orphans and needy families and Agronak complaining too much was spent on the funeral of his mother.

“Fathis always…” I started but Agronak cut me off mid sentence.

“Do you realize how many times you mention Fathis when we speak? It can get on a person’s nerves to hear it all the time.”

It took everything in me to hold back the words that fought to fly out of me, to hold back the fists that wanted to rain on his glass jaw like a windmill in a storm. I had to keep telling myself that the man was suffering a breakdown from the loss of his mother to keep myself under control. I had given Owyn my word I would try to get him to drop charges on Andronicus, I needed to do it and leave.

“Agronak, since it is the funds that are upsetting you, I am returning your house to you. You may need it to live in if Haki bans you from his Bloodworks, and I can’t have my name on it since you have continued to come and go from it with a key anyway. Please drop the charges against Andronicus, she wouldn’t steal from you. She did nothing wrong. I would not ask it if I thought she had.”

“I don’t want the house back. I want you to move into it. Besides, I already tried to drop charges against Andronicus this morning. The Elders refused, they said I was toying with them.”

“You should tell that to Jack Thompson, maybe he can help.”

“I’ll go right now, meet me later and I’ll tell you what he said.”

“I can’t, Owyn has us on three-a-days and a three day rotation, remember?”

“I don’t like this at all. You are changed, everything feels different between us.”

“Being arrested as a thief has that effect on me, Agronak. I‘d say you’ll be noticing differences in your friendships with Owyn and Andronicus after this as well.”





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He was right about things changing and being different. He had always been so sweet and gentle. Now he was…a stranger. The arrests showed a side to Agronak I had never seen before, but from what Andronicus told me it may have always been there. How could I have missed it? Even I’m not that dumb, he had to have put on an act…but why?

Even if this was temporary and brought on by grief, our friendship had suffered irreparable damage. Any pangs I may have felt at the loss of the friendship we had shared was devoured by the anger his words and actions fueled, and the deliberate harm he had done to my relationship with Fathis.

Knowing he had deceived another girl using that same ring trick created an inert catalyst that honed my senses. Every word or action of his was minutely inspected and motives sought, there had to be a reason he did these things to me.

There is a point where anger either dissipates or grows cold and vengeful. Today’s conversation with Agronak drove the fire to ice inside me. Cold anger lingers and festers. It is passionless and cunning. It waits for the right timing and lays traps.

I didn’t confront him over that ring today even though the words stung my brain with their desire to be let fly at him. My ruin by him had been public, his realization that he had chosen the wrong target for his trick and been bested would be aired just as publicly.

“If Gils touches you I‘ll kill him! You can’t trust him Maxical, he knows how to get you to let down your defenses. He uses his wiles till he’s got you, then he’s on to the next.”

“Agronak, it is not your place to be concerned over my virtue. That is for Fathis and me to worry about, and no one else. Fathis would be the injured party if anyone touched me, not you.“ As I said the words I saw rage filling his eyes, then just as suddenly it was gone and he looked…like the Agronak I had always known.

The reason for his metamorphosis became clear as I turned to walk away from him. Hassiri was hurrying toward us. He would speak to Agronak first, that was protocol because he was the Grand Champion. I walked briskly the rest of the way to the Bloodworks and waited for Hassiri outside the gate, watching him interviewing Agronak.

Agronak was the smiling, good natured Orc I had known before. It was all there, even the half closed eyes and quiet gentle voice. The tones he had used with me just moments before had been…superior, almost controlling. If grief was causing his behavior to change, he wouldn’t be able to turn it off and act normal when the press showed up. What was going on?

I waited closer to my Bloodworks for Hassiri. Agronak followed him over to me, smiling sweetly.

“Jack Thompson notified us that it was an error you and Owyn were arrested. I’m putting out a Special Edition to cover it. Do you have a minute?” Hassiri held his pad.

I smiled. “I always have time for you Hassiri. Owyn appreciated the article you did on the arrests, he gave me these passes to the manager’s box and said to make sure you got them.”

We have to pay for the passes we hand out, so most fighters only give out gate passes to the press as a courtesy. That only gets them in the gate, but they sit among the general population. I always did before too, but Andronicus told me to fork out the extra Septims and give out passes to the managers box for the press. She said the better you treat them, the better they will treat you when they cover some screw-up you’ve done. I could use that kind of help with my track record.

“Do you know when Ysabel Andronicus will be released?”

“Jack Thompson has given us reason to believe it should be any day now. She is innocent of any charges brought against her, it is just a matter of bureaucratic wheels turning slowly at this point. Owyn requested that in the absence of Andronicus you would allow me to contact you if anything comes up.”

Hassiri glanced up at me, instantly alert. That is Andronicus’s code for something big is coming, and next I held up one finger briefly. That means we will be giving him the exclusive. He flushed and smiled.

“Certainly, it would be my pleasure. I will be around the office for the next few days if you need me.”

I gave a slight shake of my head, then let him know when it would be. “Will you be covering the music festival?”

“Yes I will, couldn’t miss that! Will you be attending?”

“Yes, although not till the afternoon. I have quite a bit to do in the morning, having taken over Andronicus‘s duties.” That let him know I would need him in the morning.

Agronak was behind Hassiri smiling sweetly, but when I said that I was going to the music festival his expression froze and for a split second his eyes glittered in what looked like sheer hatred. It was gone so fast…had it been a trick of the sunlight? A chill went down my spine and I felt the hairs raising on my arms.

Andronicus had taught me well. She told me Hassiri was obviously in my corner because of the good coverage we got over the arrests. That meant he would print the facts, but whenever possible the words would be given a slight bias so as to do the least harm to my reputation. It is always good to have a reporter in your corner, and I would do everything I could to make sure he stayed there.

Andronicus had advised me early on to keep Hassiri well stocked with perks whenever possible. The rings I had given him amounted to a huge perk, that must have been what put him in my corner.





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As Hassiri walked away I turned and hurried toward the Bloodworks door. Just as I was reaching for the latch I felt a crushing grip on my shoulder that jerked me around and I found myself facing Agronak. The only thing that kept me standing through the excruciating pain was rage that he had laid hands on me. If it wasn’t for the fact that I could now barely move my sword arm I would have driven the hilt of my sword through his glass jaw.

“You ARE going to the music festival…what did you mean by that? You act like you have made plans to go without me!” Agronak was angry at me, something I had never seen before.

“Agronak, we are not on Arena grounds. Laying hands on me here is an assault. Arrests go both ways you know. I am most definitely going, and absolutely without you. You seem to have forgotten that you had me arrested. My name was in the Courier as a thief, a paper that Fathis, my parents, and my friends will be seeing. You are acting as if you have rights with me that belong only to Fathis. The festival will be a public function that may be attended by Fathis, and your presence by my side agitates him. Considering your actions today I consider our friendship at an end.” I made sure I said Fathis’s name as many times as possible, since he had said it irritated him.

Without looking back I left him standing there. It had taken every bit of self control I posses not to scream in pain from my shoulder, and the only reason I hadn‘t drawn on him was because I couldn‘t. It nagged my mind that he was fine while Hassiri was there. If grief was the cause, he could not have pulled it together and been lucid at will. I tried to look back on the last months and think of any time there was a discrepancy in the pleasant man he seemed to be, something I could point to and say I should have seen he wasn’t right.

I knew one thing I was going to do immediately. I headed over to the Office of Imperial Commerce. Vinicia Melissaeia greeted me as soon as I entered.

“You’re the one that fights in the Arena! The one with the tail! I nearly wet myself laughing at your interview after that fight. Kind of risky to use that kind of humor, it will turn off some of your fans, but I liked it. So when are you and the Gray Prince going to tie the knot?”

“Never, that is just a trick he pulls on girls. You look way too young to remember this, but he did this exact thing twenty years ago to another Khajiit girl. I guess he thinks Khajiit are easy marks. He told me the ring was a behest from his mother so I would take it, when really he had just bought it. He was trying to chase off my boyfriend, just like he was doing to that girl…trickery is the only way he could get a girl to accept a ring from him. Orc mixes, well you know about them.”

Vinicia preened at me thinking she was too young to remember. “Thank you for the complement, but I was around when that happened, I remember that. She was dating the Champion at the time, oh was he ever good looking! …What was that about Orc mixes?”

“Oh, it’s common knowledge they are incapable of any…activity.”

“You mean…”

“Useless. Except as a water spout.”

“BWAAAHAAA! I didn‘t know that!”

“I learned it at the Arcane, that’s where I went to school. There are childhood rhymes about it though, you’ve probably heard them.”

“…Say a few, I’ll see if I remember any.”

“If an Orc is not purebred, don’t waste your time, his thingy is dead.”

“BWAAAHAAA! Tell me another one!”

“An Orc mix can‘t have any fun, his thingy don‘t work with anyone.”

“BWAAAHAAA!”


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This post has been edited by mALX: Aug 22 2010, 02:01 PM

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YES! YES! YES! Treydog and Princess Juneipurr Cheezit do the happy doggie and kitty dance. The sun has come out from behind the clouds and shines down upon-

Maxical telling the worst gossip in the IC half-breed Orc jokes.

Agronak has no idea how much trouble he has found. Has he never heard that old saying?

"Do not meddle in the affairs of cats, for they are subtle and will poop on your pillow."

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