|
|
  |
A New Sun Rises - Maxical's Adventures, The Truth Behind The Oblivion Crisis |
|
|
Winter Wolf |
Aug 29 2010, 06:02 AM
|

Knower

Joined: 15-March 10
From: Melbourne, Australia

|
QUOTE(treydog @ Aug 29 2010, 03:40 AM)  I shall have to warn Juneipurr to stop chasing her tail if she doesn't want to go blind... Of course, I have heard of men who were blind to everything else because they were chasing... um. And if Gils found some of the fur Maxical wore off from fidgeting would that mean he had gotten a piece of... ? Yes, right. Where were we?  Exactly how I felt. Or was that how Maxical felt? Now I am confused! I loved the drunken scene. That played out wonderfully well. I get the feeling that our adorable kitty will have the last laugh on these hopeless men.
--------------------
Games I am playing- Oblivion Remastered Resident Evil 4 Remake Assassin Creed 3 Remastered
|
|
|
|
Olen |
Aug 29 2010, 05:39 PM
|

Mouth

Joined: 1-November 07
From: most places

|
What fun indeed, but for all the fun this piece has a darker edge. Good stuff. QUOTE Shes idiot enough to fall for your bull [cens
hic
ored]. That was excellent. It really livens upthe [censored]s.
--------------------
Look behind you and see an ever decreasing number of ghosts. Currently about 15.
|
|
|
|
mALX |
Aug 29 2010, 07:03 PM
|

Ancient

Joined: 14-March 10
From: Cyrodiil, the Wastelands, and BFE TN

|
***
@ Everyone - I was trying to keep my word count down and may not have written certain parts of this chapter to best demonstrate what I was talking about.
For everyone who has cats, this is kind of a known thing - if you pull a cat's tail from the middle to the end - (gently but firmly) they like it and will turn back around with their tail raised for you to do it again. It is a good way to get feral cats to allow minimum handling because they then want to have you handle their tail again.
It was listed as a "move" to make on a Khajiit in the book because it will keep female Khajiit hanging around you wanting that tail pulled again.
What I was trying to depict was that when Gils pulled her tail it felt different than anytime she had ever pulled it - and she couldn't figure out why. She (like all cats) had the feeling of wanting it pulled again, but when she tried to do it...it just wasn't the same.
(in other words, appearing to choke her tail was in no way similar to choking a chicken)
I am trying to incorporate some real cat behaviors into Maxical, so used it. I will try to re-word those parts so it doesn't sound like she was doing what it sounds like she was doing, lol.
Sorry everyone, and I will re-word (as soon as I figure out a way to put it that is more easily discerned, lol) and repost this chapter. <333
This post has been edited by mALX: Aug 29 2010, 07:19 PM
--------------------
|
|
|
|
Rachel the Breton |
Aug 29 2010, 07:27 PM
|
Agent
Joined: 31-March 10

|
mALX, so, at midnight last night I found I couldn't sleep...so I got up and headed to my computer...and read the whole story again (here, not Bethesda). I love it. LOVE it. HOWEVER. Please, though I hate to disagree with Foxy, PLEASE do not quit the original, especially if you're near the end of it! Your writing * has * improved tremendously; this version IS awesome; I can't wait until you post more! However, I love the original too. It would be such a shame to leave off without finishing it. I don't want it to distract from this version, but I don't want to lose knowing how that one ends, either. Anyhow, that's my take on it. Sorry for those I ticked off by asking you to take time off of this story...I know, it's a lot to ask of people -- waiting for the Maxical fix...but please, a little mercy for those of us still hooked on the original Maxical too. 
|
|
|
|
mALX |
Aug 30 2010, 12:21 PM
|

Ancient

Joined: 14-March 10
From: Cyrodiil, the Wastelands, and BFE TN

|
@ Foxy - GAAAH! Thank you so much Foxy !!
*** @ Treydog - I think I have to agree with you on the Agronak part! Thank you so much Treydog !!
*** @ Winter Wolf - Thank you so much Wolf! That scene was done as serious, and I couldn't stand it and sought to lighten it up by adding in the alcohol earlier than I had it before. What came from that - I like it much better than what I originally was going to have here.
*** @ Acadian - Thank you so very much Acadian !! And despite your teasing I found out you understood the scene exactly, lol. Yeah! - anyone who has cats should get that, cats like to have their tails pulled by humans.
*** @ Olen - Thank you so much Olen! I did that spur of the moment on the proofread and liked it, lol.
*** @ Hauty - I knew you would know about pulling cat's tails - that part about cats liking having their tail pulled was added in from a discussion you and I had almost a year ago about making her more cat-like. - I kept that PM from you and refer to it all the time in doing this re-write to get the cat behavior integrated into Maxical - Thank you a thousand times for that PM !!!!!! And thank you so much for reading and commenting !!
*** @ Hazmick - GAAAH! I wrote a disclaimer about that, cats just like having their tails pulled by humans (IRL) so I wrote that scene to show it - but I messed up and left the wrong impression. I will fix it, I have been struggling with wording in the fix though, lol. Gils is the only one to pleasure himself in that chapter, lol. (and yes, he was). Thank you so much Hazmick !!!!
*** @ Rachel - Thank you so much Rachel !!!! And for the pro vote on the original too. I have been iffy about continuing it, but there really isn't that many more chapters of it - and it has some really powerful scenes that I did not want to throw out either. You ROCK !!!
This post has been edited by mALX: Aug 30 2010, 12:59 PM
--------------------
|
|
|
|
mALX |
Aug 30 2010, 12:23 PM
|

Ancient

Joined: 14-March 10
From: Cyrodiil, the Wastelands, and BFE TN

|
*
Chapter 38: The Orc and the Urn
I felt the flush crawling up my cheeks and forced my eyes to break from Gilsâ. âI think Fathis will be at the Merchants. I planned to go early for my rehearsal with the band and try to beard him in his suite. That was before Owyn decided to send me with every man in Cyrodiil in tow. Itâll be impossible to make up with him with an all male entourage at my side.â
âOwyn knows how to kill a good time, thatâs for sure. He thinks nothing of walking up and passing the time of day with you while youâre in the middle of pleasuring yourself, asking questions and refusing to take a hint no matter how broad it is to get the heck awayâŚwhat are you laughing at?â
âI owe him a Septim.â
âWHAT?â
âItâs called payback.â
âYou did that to me? Why you! I oughta!â
âGAAAAH!â I burst out the door into the main area on the run with Gils close behind. Owyn doubled over laughing when he saw it. I plopped a Septim into his hand and he could barely hold onto it he was laughing so hard.
Gils was fuming. âThis is war! Owyn, how could you!â
Owyn choked out something unintelligible and held up the Septim.
******* Agronak
Agronak had to act fast, there was no time left. Everything seemed to be crashing around him. Once Maxical left that Bloodworks heâd get her to that house with no problem, he could easily pour paralyzing poison into that constantly open [censored] mouth of hers. But she was the least of his worries right now.
Gils was right. How could he enter the Arena being banned from both Bloodworks? They couldnât do that to him, he was the Grand Champion! He had fights scheduled and couldnât drop off the balcony to enter the Arena!
Agronak had a lot of long time fans that would rampage the Arena for his mistreatment there if they knew what was going on. He stopped walking, slowly lowering the crate down and sinking onto it as thoughts suddenly began whirling through his mind.
That was the moment when the epiphany struck, a vision of fans protesting outside the gates of the Arena carrying picket signsâŚstomping their feet in unison as they raised the signs up and shouted, âJustice for the Gray Prince!â
He would be the sympathetic victim. His fans could call for a boycott of the Arena, others would refuse to cross the picket line. Jack would be forced to act, demanding both Haki and Owyn give him keys to their Bloodworks. Owyn would be ordered to drop the legal banâŚJack may even fire them both due to the bad publicity for the ArenaâŚ
He could reach all of Cyrodiil in one day with the Courier. Grabbing his crate, Agronak headed at a brisk pace to the Market District. Hassiri was out, but the two other brothers welcomed him. Both raised their pads and Agronak smiled, raising his head a little higher. He stepped into the offices of the Courier carrying the crate.
âHassiri isnât here right now, but please come in. I just baked some cookies, they are fresh out of the oven. Please join us. You havenât dealt with us before, we are Hassiriâs brothers. My name is Urjabhi, and this is my brother Ra'jiradh.â Urjabhi led him to their living area and invited him to sit in a huge overstuffed chair.
âRihad? Jabur? I always wondered how you Khajiit come up with such outlandish names. I feel like I need a spittoon handy trying to pronounce them.â Agronak laughed at his own joke, but didnât want to appear unintelligent.
âIs that another language?â
âYes it is.â
âWhat language is it?â
âKhajiit.â
âHa! Thatâs funny. No really, what language is it?â
âOur language comes from the moons and from Azura.â
âAzura! You probably donât know this, but thatâs a God. I donât see them teaching cats to speak.â
âEh, you got me. Itâs the language of Fukaryudumb.â Urjabhi moved his hands around as if making a sacred sign.
âFukingdom, Is that a kingdom for cats?â
âBelieve it or not it is filled with Orc.â
âI knew you were trying to pull one over on me. Iâm too smart to fall for stuff like that.â Agronak flipped the side of his head with his index finger. âIâm only half Orc you know. My father is a real Lord, and that is the side I identify with most. I am about to get proof of my heritage, when I do the Palace will probably name the Arena after me, maybe a road too. You and your brothers can come to the naming ceremony.â
âWhat can we do for you today, your Lordship?â
Agronak preened. That was the first time anyone had called him that. He could get used to that kind of respect.
âI have been having some problems with the powers that be over at the Arena. I wanted to get the word out to all my fans in Cyrodiil that their hero is being mistreated. I am sure the second they hear of my difficulties they will come from all over to picket and protest. Those cretins will realize how important I am when my fans call for everyone to boycott the Arena. I am the Grand Champion, the Gray Prince. That Arena would be nothing without me, no one would even come to the matches without me there.â
âTell us what this is all about so we can make the proper plea to your fans.â
As if by magic a plate of cookies was placed in front of him along with a mug of steaming cocoa. The cookies were still warm and laden with melted chocolate hunks bringing back memories of eating them that way as a child.
Agronak began weaving his story between mouthfuls of cookies. When the plate emptied Urjabhi brought a fresh tray. Both brothers treated him with a deference and kindness that made Agronak wonder why that stupid [censored] Andronicus had used Hassiri all these years. Their sympathetic pats on the back and commiserations with his situation were as unexpected as the never-ending cookies and cocoa. Before he knew it Agronak was talking to them freely and openly.
The aroma of homemade food cooking permeated the living area and filled his nostrils, once again striking tinges of memories from his childhood. Agronak leaned back and settled into the comfort of the chair.
There was no doubt the brothers were enjoying his visit, treating him like a king and hanging on his every word. Agronak was sure they intended him to stay the night, as it was getting quite late and they had shown no indications that he should leave. On the contrary, they even offered him to partake dinner with themâŚalthough it was long after his stomach had begun making loud protests. Agronak cleaned his plate three times before the offers to refill it stopped coming.
The vision of Maxicalâs discomfiture when she found out Agronak was living at the Black Horse Courier was the deciding factor. He would stay here, and maybe even talk them into giving her some bad press for a change. That arrest had not even made her look bad the way it was written.
Agronak lay his empty plate next to the nearest brother in a hint that he needed a refill and began talking about Maxical. That led to bringing up Fathis and Gils, and the fact that both Gils and Maxical had been lying to him and playing him for a fool. Agronakâs anger rose as he talked about it, and twice he found he had leaped from the comfortable chair in a rage over Gils perfidy and Maxicalâs duplicity.
That this was an error was brought home to him by the gaping mouthed faces of the Khajiit men. He needed to regroup. The best thing to do would be to break, make a trip to the urn. He felt a pressing need to evacuate anyway. When he returned he would start fresh.
âBRAAAAAAP! Ah, good food. Iâve worked up a pretty big fudge dragon and need to visit an urn, who wants to show me where it is?â
Urjabhi choked and Ra'jiradh threw open the windows. Urjabhi nearly pushed Ra'jiradh out of the way to gulp in some fresh air.
âHelloâŚI need an urn here or this mud monkey is going to escape.â
âErâŚurn?â Ra'jiradh turned from breathing out the window. He looked as if he had never heard the word before.
âYou can tell by the smell Iâve got business to take care of. U. R. N. âŚMost Khajiit probably donât know what one is, but your home is so clean I assumed you had one. Iâve enjoyed this evening so much I nearly forgot you even were Khajiit. So where do beast folk go when the need hits? Do you use a sandbox or something? You donât go outside do you? BRAAAAAP!â
âYes, we use the garden paths, it fertilizes and keeps the flowers blooming year round.â Urjabhi said, scowling.
âNo need to be embarrassed Rihad. Just give me a big pot from your kitchen and Iâll bring it to my room. One of you can show me which room Iâll be staying in and the other can bring the pot. Rihad? Jabur? You look so much alike I canât tell who is who, but we need to hurry here. Things are starting to move down if you know what I mean. You know what ground-hogging is? BRAAAAAAP!â
Ra'jiradh stared hard at him for a second. âRoom? Oh we have no rooms, we beast folk sleep all together on the floor like rats. We could never ask a real Lordâs son such as yourself to stoop so low as to sleep with us beasts.â
âYour Lordship needs a throne, not our old cooking pots. You mustnât demean yourself, you know.â Urjabhi added.
âI understand. You are probably not used to having royalty as a guest. You will be sure to print this up right away so my fans will be aware of what is happening to their hero, right?â
âWe will work all night to be sure this story goes out first thing in the morning.â Urjabhi said. âYou should definately make these personal visits part of your campaign to draw attention to your plight.â
âThatâs an excellent idea!â Agronak envisioned free home cooked meals every night.
âThis has been a very revealing evening. I hope you get your situation worked out.â Ra'jiradh led the way to the door
âDonât forget your crate.â Urjabhi stuck it in his hands.
They both stood in the doorway, waving goodbye and smiling. Agronak left feeling like he had made two solid fans. Andronicus always carried a stack of free passes to give the press, Agronak didnât have any to give them but both men were smiling warmly at him. What a waste paying for those passes had been all these years, when all it would have taken was a personal visit like this. They would gladly pay to see him now even if it did mean sitting in with the general population instead of in the managerâs box.
***
Agronak turned his key in the door and was letting himself into his motherâs house when the courier from the Imperial Commerce arrived.
âI need you to sign for this sir.â He handed him a board with parchment clipped onto it.
Agronak took the proffered quill and signed. âWhat is it?â
âI donât know sir.â He held his hand out.
âI donât give autographs free.â
âTip sir.â
âI donât have to tip you.â
âItâs a courtesy sir.â
Agronak snatched the rolled parchment from him. âHereâs a courtesy for you. BRAAAAP! You kept me standing here when I have a golden steed charging out myâŚhey, I wasnât done!â
He hurried inside, barely making it to the urn. While sitting he broke the seal and unrolled the parchment. It was the deed to the house, there must be some mistake! Agronak scanned down and saw his name as owner inherited from his motherâŚas if no other transaction had taken place. That idiot at the Imperial CommerceâŚ
Suddenly the memory hit as clearly as if he was watching it being reenactedâŚMaxical storming toward the Market District gate when Gils tackled him. That [censored]! She had done this!
With a roar Agronak heaved off the urn, tipping it. He flung the door open, banging it against the wall and ran back to the Arena cursing and bellowing.
*
This post has been edited by mALX: Aug 4 2016, 02:18 AM
--------------------
|
|
|
|
D.Foxy |
Aug 30 2010, 01:57 PM
|
Knower

Joined: 23-March 10

|
|
|
|
|
Olen |
Aug 30 2010, 10:35 PM
|

Mouth

Joined: 1-November 07
From: most places

|
Well it was Khajit cookies... you know they have that special spice from Elswer to make them just like mother did... Agronak was brilliant in the BHC shop. The way the propriators played him was great to read and he still managed to carry on. After this story goes out... well it shuld be fun and I can hardly wait to read it. QUOTE pretty big fudge dragon Such a way with words...
--------------------
Look behind you and see an ever decreasing number of ghosts. Currently about 15.
|
|
|
|
Rachel the Breton |
Sep 1 2010, 03:01 AM
|
Agent
Joined: 31-March 10

|
This last chapter was awesome (of course), mALX...I can't wait to see what that silly orc has set himself up for now, LOL. As for continuing your old version of the story...I present the following bribe to encourage you to do so: pencil version of Maxical.  Unless, of course, you hate the sketch. Then it was Foxy's. 
|
|
|
|
Rachel the Breton |
Sep 1 2010, 02:10 PM
|
Agent
Joined: 31-March 10

|
QUOTE(D.Foxy @ Sep 1 2010, 05:01 AM)  HowdaresU!!!
I cans do better than that, so I can!!! I don't doubt it, my skill is debatable at best.  However...I'm trying maximize the potential for success of my bribe to finish the old version of the story! So, if she likes the drawing, I did it; but if she hates it, and attributes it to you, then she will still be more inclined toward finishing the story anyway. As long as I don't settle into that middle mediocrity, where the picture is neither good nor bad, I should be doing ok.
|
|
|
|
|
  |
1 User(s) are reading this topic (1 Guests and 0 Anonymous Users)
0 Members:
|
|