Jerric's Story, A Nord's Adventures in Cyrodiil Options

[Grits]

Previously: Bruma. Jerric left on the Fighters Guild Echo Cave patrol with Kjestrid, Gjaever, and Shamir-do intending to leave the group near Rielle and go to his meeting at Cloud Ruler Temple. On the way they found a Gate to Oblivion.


ghastley: Maybe Kjestrid’s butt scar was a mudcrab bite and she came up with a better story. Thanks for spotting that nit, I fixed it.

haute ecole rider: Jerric is a big fan of nude Bosmeri women. And he says that he’s the horse!

Acadian: The breakfast was for you as much as for the FG – it’s been too long since the last meal! Thank you for drawing attention to that moment between Jerric and Jaan. That was the highpoint of the episode for me, even with naked Nords everywhere. I got to learn a little about snowshoes for this one. Like Jerric, I’ve never worn a pair. Thank you, Acadian!

Darkness Eternal: Thank you for the welcome back, DE! It’s been too long since I focused on this story. I still enjoy reading back through those roleplays. I made sure I read up on Cyrodiil steam rooms before I wrote this, because I was sure you would know about them!

Kazaera: My writing project last November was the first part of Jerric’s family’s Skyrim origin story. I have to wrap up Jerric’s colossal Oblivion story first, but his parents’ (much shorter) story is on the way. I’m glad that the culture clash between Jerric and the northern Nords rings true for you. Jerric notices a lot but ponders very little, so I always wonder if things are coming across. Thank you, Kazaera!

SubRosa: Hogs’ balls, yikes! It is indeed always rats with the Fighters Guild. I couldn’t resist carrying that tradition into Kjestrid’s first FG job. Maybe Kjestrid knows a feather charm for her chest. Time will tell. Thank you, SubRosa!

Destri: That Jaws scene is one of my favorite bonding scenes ever, especially the moment when Brody decides not to show off his appendix scar. I agree about not invoking Kyne in the second passage. I meant that the pleasant early spring breeze and clear skies indicated Kyne’s enjoyment of the season’s new life. Jerric thinks of Kyne as dwelling in the sky more than being the sky and the weather as her mood. He is no theologian, but his concept of Magnus is sort of beyond while Kyne is in his mind very connected to his everyday existence. But I think it’s too soon after the first mention for someone who is not very religious, even though being in Bruma reminds him of his Nord-ness. I’m still pondering a different way to put it. Thank you, Destri!

mALX: Jerric is still single, so you may not have missed as much as you thought. Was it Valdi’s Skyrim wedding pictures that you saw? She is fifteen in this story, half Jerric’s age. In her Skyrim game she’s married to Erik the Slayer. Thanks, mALX!

McBadgere: I’m glad you picked up on Jerric’s Nordic ease with nudity at the same time he struggled with keeping up his deception. Jerric has a blended cultural background, but some of his attitudes are pure Nord. He’s usually only surrounded by Nords when he’s with family. Being around more Nords than usual makes Jerric feel more like who he is at the same time he has to remember to pretend to be who he’s not. Bruma is bringing up mixed emotions. Thank you, McB!


Next: The Gate.

[Grits]

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Chapter 17: Bruma, Part Ten

As the sunlight failed, the noise increased. Grey clouds made a ceiling not far above the trees, lit from below by the howling Gate and from within by flashes of lightning. Jerric felt his chest compress. That smell… His eyes burned with memory. This time the fume held a thin note of pine. Jagged stumps stuck out of the snow near the Gate, and splintered timbers poked out of the drifts all around. He stepped carefully.

Two Nords in furs stood guard within a circle of trampled snow. A third figure lay dead, arms crossed over her chest. A shattered shield rested on her belly. Two clannfears and a dremora sprawled in dark stains nearby.

Kjestrid called to Jerric, “Stay back.” She moved forward with Shamir-do at her side. The Khajiit’s nocked arrow pointed at the ground.

Gjaever stepped up to Jerric’s right.

“Those kids aren’t the enemy,” Jerric said. He shrugged off his pack and began to sort his gear.

Kjestrid beckoned the two back to Gjaever and Jerric. The Gate’s whine nearly drowned out her words. “Thursten Long-Eye,” she said to the shorter one. “Report.”

Jerric estimated Thursten was yet in his teens. The lad’s eyes were red and running, but his raised voice sounded firm. “We found it this morning. Hard to say how long ago. The sun was well up over the ridge. We snuck up and shot those two beasts, but the man thing wouldn’t go down. It killed Jytte when she got too close. Marsten broke its knee. When we were done Jytte was already gone.”

“Where’s Marsten now?”

Thursten hawked out a wad of phlegm. “Went to put the marker out and warn the village.”

Jerric had heard enough. “Give me all of your water. Don’t let anyone else in after I go through. It may take three or four days on this side, but I’m going to close this Gate. Anyone who goes in after me will get stuck in there when it closes.” Probably.

“We don’t have the skins to carry four days’ worth of water,” Kjestrid told him.

“Time is different there,” Jerric said. “Won’t feel like more than a day or so to me on the other side. Come on, hand them over. I’ll take your food, too. Everything I won’t have to cook.”

“Will the other side be guarded?” Kjestrid asked.

“Maybe. Sometimes.” Jerric took the opportunity to empty his bladder. Gjaever did the same.

“Go back and report,” Kjestrid told Shamir-do. The Khajiit executed a neat turn and started back the way they had come.

“Wait,” Jerric said.

“Wait!” Kjestrid called to Shamir-do. She glanced at Gjaever and then back at Jerric. “Go ahead.”

Jerric sorted out his words while he finished buckling.

“I can reach Darnand. With my mind. With magic. What’s your message?”

Kjestrid looked like she was arguing with herself.

Jerric snorted. “If you don’t trust my friend, send your cat. It’s the same to me.”

“Tell him to find Asgerd,” Kjestrid said. “She’ll coordinate our support. Make sure he doesn’t fetch it up.” She turned to the villagers. “You two move the bodies out of sight and take cover. If something comes out that you can’t kill, then don’t die trying. Thursten, you track it. Svaknar, you keep watch. Like he said, no one else goes through after us.”

“There’s no support for this,” Jerric told Kjestrid. “I go in and I might come out, that’s it. There’s no us. If you charge in there like you’re the Legion, you get noticed and die. I’ve seen it.”

Thursten and Svaknar began carrying out their orders. Shamir-do filled his canteen from one handed to him by the militia members.

“Thanks,” Jerric said to him, reaching to take the water.

“Khajiit will fill this one’s skins next,” Shamir-do said. He hung his own from the loop on his pack.

“No way,” said Jerric. “You’ll make too much noise. I’m not taking you in there with me.”

“Hah!” said Kjestrid. “We all hunt. You’re the one who sounds like a tin peddler.”

Jerric noted that even the mountainous Gjaever wore the type of fur and leather protection approved of by Lildereth. He was the only one in plate and mail.

“You should help them hold this side,” Jerric said. “And if you can’t hold it, make sure that Bruma is warned.”

Kjestrid was busy with her gear. She spoke without looking up. “There’s no discussion.”

I don’t want to see these people die. He tried another approach. “If you fall in there, that’s where you’ll stay. I won’t drag you out. I don’t know what’ll happen to your soul. I don’t even know if that’s Dagon’s realm. It could be anywhere.”

“Aye,” Kjestrid shot back. “It could be the Hunting Grounds or Moonshadow, or maybe just some wizard’s tower. There’s a portal in Niben Bay they say leads to the realm of Madness, but who knows? I can tell you this, though. I know my orders. We’ll be getting you out alive, ‘Kjellingsson of Anvil.’ Are you ready yet, or do you want to run your mouth some more?”

Kjestrid’s brows were drawn down and her jaw stuck out. Jerric suspected she was trying to keep her teeth from chattering.

“All right,” said Jerric. “But dump your extra gear. We won’t need snowshoes on bare rock and sand, and we’ll surely need to run.”

“We’ll take them,” Kjestrid said. “Unless there’s a general goods outfit on the other side there’s no such thing as extra. Carry your weight, Anvil.”

Jerric thought of the times he could have used a splint or a spare set of laces. He finished securing his gear by lashing the snowshoes to his pack. “I’m going to tell Darnand what’s going on. What should I say about, uh, our location?”

“We’re two miles east of the Maiden Spring trail, right below the first ridge. They’ll find it. Tell him to say ‘ragged’ to Asgerd. Otherwise they won’t take him seriously.”

“Mage,” Shamir-do explained.

“Make sure he informs the Fighters Guild first,” Kjestrid said. “They know what to do.”

No one knows what to do, thought Jerric. That’s why you’re listening to me.

It took several moments to get Darnand’s attention. Jerric broke off the contact as soon as the Breton repeated his message. This was no time to think about what he could lose.

“I’ll go in first,” he told them. “Just walk into the portal and you’ll come out the other side in the Deadlands. It looks like fire but it doesn’t burn. Duck your chin and look at your feet or you won’t be able to see for a few moments. Move to the side and get low once you’re through. Unless you see me killing something. Ha. Uh, and there might be a drop, so be ready for it.” He took a swig of Jerric’s Juice and stepped forward. Anticipation prickled over his skin.

Gjaever yanked him back as if he weighed no more than Darnand.

Jerric gave him a shove as soon as he could pull loose. “Put your hands on me again, snowback!”

“Save it,” Kjestrid said. “Shamir-do will go first. Then Anvil and me, then Gjaever. Can we return the same way we entered?” The last was directed at Jerric.

“That’s how it worked before.” Jerric pushed his anger back into its place. Keep your skitt together.

Kjestrid nodded to Shamir-do. The Khajiit drew his blades before he vanished into the portal.

The Gate’s whine made Jerric’s teeth ache. He dropped a knee to the ground and closed his eyes, reaching for that place inside that was calm because it was already over. Akatosh, lend me your strength. Shor, call me home.

“How long should we wait?” Kjestrid asked.

“We go now,” said Jerric.

Kjestrid blew out a breath. “Three days for one, right? We wait.”

When Shamir-do returned his ears were flat and his tail bushed like bottle brush. “Cold,” he called out.

The Khajiit looked unharmed. Jerric didn’t wait for Kjestrid’s command. He strode past Shamir-do and into the blinding Gate.

Cold air stung his face and lungs. Jerric coughed out his first breath in surprise. Grey clouds circled here, too. The light was wrong. So was the footing. What the hells is this?

“This one is pleased to have snowshoes,” Shamir-do said, his voice raised over the Gate’s noise. The others had joined him.

Jerric kicked at the ground. Pale grey powder gusted around his ankles, blown by a fitful wind. It wasn’t quite snow, but it wasn’t ash either. The land sloped away from the Gate on their side, but rocky hills rose above it at the rear. Dust clouded the near distance. Or was it fog? Even the smell here was different. Jerric moved down the hill away from the Gate until the shriek and glare didn’t overwhelm his senses.

“All right,” Kjestrid said. “Cold, not hot. What are we looking for?”

“A tower,” said Jerric. “With a column of fire running through the center. The sigil stone that holds the Gate open will be at the top of the tower. When we take it the column will collapse. We’ll ride the fire back out to county Bruma.”

Even Gjaever looked unhappy with that news.

“This one does not see a tower,” Shamir-do said. The Khajiit crouched down where he could watch the front. Gjaever moved around to the rear.

“Well?” Kjestrid asked.

“Give me a moment,” said Jerric.

Kjestrid spoke immediately. “We’ll stay within sight of the Gate. If we don’t see a tower at the limit, we’re going back through.”

“Deal,” Jerric said. You can go back through.

Kjestrid had managed to get uphill. She looked Jerric straight in the eyes. “It’s not a deal. That’s what we’re doing.” She made a gesture that meant look around first. Jerric walked back up the hill to the Gate’s far side and climbed to the top of the rocks. Gjaever stayed with him.

The ground dropped away here as well, covered in the same loose powder. Down below it seemed that fog filled the hollows, but it could be blowing grit. Jerric yanked off a gauntlet and sifted some across his fingers. It was dry and very cold. “I think this is snow.”

Gjaever’s shoulders heaved, but the Gate drowned out whatever noise he might have made.

“Salij,” Kjestrid agreed. “It’s so cold it’s like sand. We don’t get this in Bruma.”

“Nor in Corinthe,” said Shamir-do. “Khajiit sees no tower. Khajiit sees only salij.”

Jerric scraped the snow until he uncovered hard ground. “Not the same,” he muttered. “No fire in the ground. No lava, no… Not the same. How..?”

“Which way?” asked Kjestrid. “If we’re not going back we get moving.”

Jerric looked across the low hills, watching for movement. The Gate did not seem to be guarded. That didn’t mean it wasn’t.

“That way,” he said, picking a direction. He started down the hill, sliding his brass and pearl life detection ring onto his finger.

Pink glows flared to life at ground level all around them. Jerric halted, arms spread out at his sides. “Oh, skitt.”

“What is it?” Kjestrid called. She drew her long blade.

“I have no fetching idea. It’s…” He made a gesture. “A sea of life signs. Or maybe just one. Big. Everywhere. Look.” He handed Kjestrid his ring.

Shamir-do had his sword in hand. He probed the ground with its point.

Gjaever made a yelp from the rear.

“Dammit!” cried Kjestrid. “Pick your feet up!”

Jerric moved one foot, but then the other seemed frozen to the ground. He yanked it up with a crack and then the first one was stuck again. He started quick-stepping back and forth in place.

“Back through the Gate!” Kjestrid called. “Move it!”

Jerric took off running in the direction he had chosen. Shoot me if you like. The surface of the snow began to shift as he ran. At first he thought it was a reaction from his footsteps. Then he realized a vibration was coming from the ground.

He could hear the others yelling at his back, but he didn’t turn to determine their intentions. He felt as if he was rising and falling, too quickly to be progress over crests and valleys of the hills. A familiar feeling became an internal wail.

Waves. Hump me sideways, the ground is making waves.

The waves rose higher and sank less with each undulation. Snow slid back and forth, but mostly toward him and then past. It deepened quickly to knee height, and then to his thighs, tugging his legs as he waded forward.

Kjestrid gave a wordless shout. Jerric turned to see her wave toward a rocky outcrop to their left. Gjaever appeared slogging through the powder at Jerric’s right, almost within his reach.

A dry, crunching sound came from the rear, followed by a cascade of sharp pops. They reached the rocks and clambered to the top as the popping became a roar. Jerric turned to see a chasm open at the foot of their ridge. Snow rushed into the gap while powder rose in a cloud. Jerric realized that he had seized Kjestrid and Shamir-do’s arms in a protective reflex. Gjaever had Jerric’s shoulder in his grip. This time Jerric did not object.

It took only moments for the groundshake to stop. The avalanche became a trickle as the last of the loose surface material rained into the new canyon.

“Shor’s bones,” said Kjestrid.

Shamir-do removed his arm from Jerric’s fist. He gestured toward the Gate. “We could go around to that—”

The Gate let out a deafening shriek. Orange light flared outward and then drew back into itself until with a mighty whoosh, it went out.

Jerric stared at the black, empty arms reaching like mandibles toward the grey sky.

Gjaever’s growl broke the sudden silence. “Fikken Orkey,” he said.

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This post has been edited by Grits: Nov 28 2015, 04:06 PM

[Acadian]

What a delight to see this continuing!

The ‘I’m in charge’ contest was great fun to listen to.

Neat how Jerric was able to reach out to Darnand.

I guess the first clue of trouble ahead was the bottle-brush tailed Khajiit's shivering return! That had to be very disorienting when Jerric, the veteran gate-closer, found things not to his expectations on the other side of the gate. I confess it occurs that perhaps they found a gate to Skyrim!

Oops. So much for getting back out the way they came in!

[ghastley]

So not only aren't we in Kansas any more, we're not even in Oblivion? Scary!

Cliff-hanger with a freshly-made cliff! Scarier!!

And what are the ubiquitous life-signs? Scariest!!

[SubRosa]

Are you ready yet, or do you want to run your mouth some more?”
I am really liking Kjestrid of the mighty chest. In fact, it is really refreshing to see a Fighters Guild that actually does something, rather than just stand around inside their guildhall like in the game.

It is also great to see Jerric taking charge here. He is the only one with experience at closing gates, and it shows.

Uh oh, looks like we're not in Kansas anymore, or the Deadlands. In wonder where they are? Very neat!

[Darkness Eternal]

Great that this is continuing.

Jerric shows a thing or two to the newbies. After all, he's no stranger to Oblivion.

Cold air stung his face and lungs. Jerric coughed out his first breath in surprise. Grey clouds circled here, too. The light was wrong. So was the footing. What the hells is this?

Jerric scraped the snow until he uncovered hard ground. “Not the same,” he muttered. “No fire in the ground. No lava, no… Not the same. How..?”

But, perhaps, he is a stranger to this place. Cold and grey clouds don't seem to be Dagon's feel, nor colors. No flames, either. A sea of life signs? Hmm. A mystery that will soon be revealed. We can only wait. Anxiously!

[Destri Melarg]

Fikken Orkey indeed!

I think I know where the crew has stumbled into, but I have to confess that I'm not quite sure how obscure you've decided to go with this. I can only wait for the mystery to be revealed. This chapter fit together like a perfectly calibrated timepiece, and it started from the opening paragraph (which was fantastic btw).

Kjestrid stole the show with her no nonsense approach to everything, and Shamir-do proves to be a more than able scout. That moment when he comes back through the gate gives us our first clue that something isn't quite right, and was handled so well that I felt the chill as much as he did.

Brrrr.

[mirocu]

I don´t see much of Jerric in the Update thread anymore. I trust he´s still alive and kicking?

[Renee]

More more! I wonder what happens next.

No one knows what to do, thought Jerric. That’s why you’re listening to me.

Ha ha I love this. Since Jerric looks sorta like Curt Cobain I can't help but hear his voice as somewhat mumbly, and he slurs his words just a tad.

Love the way you handle curse-words too. "skiit" ... I saw another one in there somewhere, can't find it now though.

[Grits]

Previously: Fighters Guild members Jerric, Kjestrid, Shamir-do, and Gjaever entered a Gate to Oblivion. It is cold there, which was a surprise. While they were discussing matters a canyon opened at their feet and the Gate to Bruma closed.


Acadian: Thank you, Acadian! Jerric should have paid attention to his scout when Shamir-do came shivering back. Lil has taught him better than that! He�s lucky no one gave him a firm poke with those snowshoes he wanted to leave behind.

ghastley: Well, still in Oblivion but not quite as the game shows us. This is the part I meant with almost following the game plot. Definitely a what the heck moment for Jerric.

SubRosa: Thank you, SubRosa! Jerric made it all those years in his family�s company without accepting more responsibility, but now he�s run out of co-workers to push forward. Perhaps his slacker days are (mostly) behind him!

Darkness Eternal: Thank you, DE! They will find out some answers now, but not all of them. Jerric is wishing for A Gate-Crasher�s Guide to the Daedric Realms, lol.

Destri Melarg: Thank you, Destri! Umm, the Fourth Sinus of Takubar? That would have been pretty awesome. What was your idea? Where they are is a different part of a familiar place, though. I�ve taken some liberties. What Jerric misses, I�m sure Darnand will figure out.

mirocu: Indeed, Jerric is quite well and always adventuring, thank you for asking. Most of his exploits don�t get mentioned in the game threads.

Renee: Yep, Jerric tends to mumble, drawl, and slur his words even when he�s not been drinking. He�s been accused of sounding half-asleep when he talks. I put a bunch of words in the Darnandex so that I can remember them, including some swear words, lol. In ESO some of the Nords say �scat,� so I will probably steal that to use here too. Thanks, Renee!


Next: We�re not in Tamriel anymore.

(I�ve been struggling to find a convention for Jerric�s frost atronach Ishckrihk speaking to him. For now, �Text in italics with single quotes� indicates that Ishckrihk is speaking words in Jerric�s thoughts the way he and Darnand do with their summoning/communication spell, and �Text with regular quotes� indicates sounds or words that Ishckrihk is speaking aloud which everyone can hear. And as always Jerric�s thoughts are in italics without any quotes. Please let me know what parts are confusing or if something else would make better sense. Thank you for your patience as we work this out!)





Chapter 17: Bruma, Part Eleven


Jerric leaned over the chasm�s edge. The bottom was visible as a pale swath, details lost in shadow. He willed an orb of arcane frost to his hand and tossed it into the canyon. The rocky walls opened into a chamber, its limits beyond his visible angle. His improvised light was too faint to identify the shapes on its floor.

�This whole thing shows living energy,� Kjestrid said. Her voice cracked. �Shamir-do, what do you see?�

�Some things at the bottom,� said the Khajiit. �Lumps.�

�Pods?� asked Jerric. �Do they look like sort of flesh pods?�

Shamir-do made a noise of disgust. Jerric took that as agreement.

�We need to move,� Jerric said to Kjestrid, keeping the command out of his voice. This was no time for a pissing contest. �You have the ring.�

Kjestrid moved them back to their outcrop. �What is this place?� she asked Jerric.

I have no idea. �I�ve seen this before,� he said, focusing on the part that was true. �A nesting site for spider daedra full of those pods. I�ve seen them in chambers like that and scattered above ground in sheltered places. I thought they were egg sacs, but now I know that daedra are made, not,� he made a crude gesture, �begotten. I�ve destroyed some and found scamp and clannfear parts inside, and also bones and clothing. Sometimes the daedra are all the way grown when I cut them out. Small, but ready to fight. They must put mortals into the pods and seed them with their own creatures. That�s how I�d wager. �

�A trap?� Kjestrid asked. �Draw folk from our world and then drop them down with the pods when the chamber opens?�

�Khajiit is going to be sick,� Shamir-do announced. He quickly proved himself correct.

�Not many would come here on purpose,� Jerric said. �More likely they planned to attack the village and bring those folk back here. I�ve seen that, too, and they� Well, they take everyone. Could be waiting for tonight when the houses will be full.� He spent a moment fighting his stomach while Shamir-do retched and spat. �I think these Gates connect with fixed points in Tamriel, but I don�t know how close they can get to their target when they open them. The Mythic Dawn, I mean. When they do their ritual with the sigil stone in our world, they might not be very close to where they think they are in this one. Maybe they need someone on this side to help, and the time is off in our world. I don�t know, though. Darnand says Daedric scholars that make it in these realms don�t tend to come back out and share their work with the likes of us.�

�Then we need to move,� Kjestrid said, echoing Jerric�s words. �A raiding party could be on its way here. How do we get out?�

�Uh,� said Jerric. He stalled for time to think. �Someone closed the Gate. If they were going out why did they shut the door first?�

�Does it matter?� Kjestrid snapped. �You can ask your mage when we get home. Let�s go.�

�Perhaps when we stepped upon this ground the chamber opened to receive its meal,� Shamir-do said. �Perhaps their tower thought its work was complete.�

Jerric gave him raised brows.

�Khajiit has heard much of those who travel to Moonshadow,� Shamir-do said. �Portals can have minds of their own.�

�How,� said Kjestrid. �Do. We. Get. Out?� She continued to turn, searching for life signs in the fog.

�We�ll have to find a sigil tower that�s connected to an open Gate,� Jerric admitted. �Or find one and wait for it to open. The Gate site in County Bruma is guarded now, no one will come back to open it. Waiting here we�ll likely freeze to death long before the food runs out.�

�This one does not see a tower,� Shamir-do hissed. �This one does not see an open Gate. This one sees no water, no food, no way out. The land is frozen and dead! Shamir agreed to guard the Kjellingsson, but Khajiit does not wish to die here for that one!�

Kjestrid gave Gjaever a look. The big Nord placed his palm over the Khajiit�s shoulder.

�I have an idea,� Jerric said. �I know what we need, but not where to find it. I know someone who might. A frost atronach. His name is Ishckrihk.�

Kjestrid opened her mouth and then closed it again.

�I can summon him to any realm,� Jerric continued. I hope. �He�s an ally. This may be his home for all we know. It�s cold enough for ice people here.�

�What happens when your summon turns against you? Will he call for his folk?� Kjestrid gestured at the canyon. �Will he move the ground on us, grow some frostlings in our bellies?�

Asgerd said to show them what you can do and they�ll more readily accept your command. �Kjestrid,� Jerric said, �we need to move in the right direction. We don�t have the luxury of mistakes and backtracking. Something to eat or burn for heat will buy us time, but we�d miss it in this mist. Ishckrihk can see without eyes. Let�s ask him.�

�Do it,� Kjestrid told him.

Jerric�s three companions stepped back in the same motion. Their weapons sang into the frozen air.

�Look,� Jerric said. �Settle the hells down. I don�t want to make him angry. I�ve fought daedra with him before and he stayed true, but right now there�s nothing else around for him to kill.�

�Make sure you tell him that we�re friends,� Kjestrid called.

�Don�t know if that�s going to matter,� muttered Jerric.

Ishckrihk made the connection immediately. The instant Jerric�s portal opened, the atronach�s essence roared out and began to solidify. For the first time Jerric felt the daedra reach through the spell and tug at his magicka. Jerric had one thought as Ishckrihk rose before them in crystalline splendor. This could go very badly.

Ishckrihk�s featureless face tilted down at Jerric, then back as he surveyed the group behind him.

�Ishckrihk.�

�Jerric.� The atronach�s voice sounded in Jerric�s head at the same time he made the sound, �Ck.�

Jerric gestured to the group. �These are my, uh, friends. We are allies. They are your allies. Protect them as you protect me.� He sent an image of the group fighting dremora together with Ishckrihk at their side.

Ishckrihk bowed his head lump and brought his hand spikes together. He made a soft rumble.

Jerric turned back to his guild mates. They looked nervous but steady. Even Shamir-do stood still.

Now don�t repay their trust by getting them all killed, he thought. Jerric let out the breath he hadn�t known he�d been holding. �My name is Jerric, son of Kjelling. I�m from Kvatch.�

�You�re Lionheart,� Kjestrid said after a moment. �Heard of you.�

�All right,� said Jerric. �Now me and the ice man are going to talk.� He explained the situation aloud to Ishckrihk, all the while adding layers with the pictures in his mind.

�I am sight for you,� Ishckrihk answered. The vision came in a disorienting rush. Jerric fought rising bile as Ishckrihk�s view laid over his own, showing him what the atronach could see. He closed his eyes so he could concentrate, then staggered when the ground seemed to shift.

�Kjestrid, is something moving underneath?�

�No. What is it? What�s alive? Ask him.�

Ishckrihk answered Kjestrid with creaking sounds and another surge of thoughts crowding Jerric�s mind.

�Gods,� Jerric groaned. �I think he�s� What?�

�Ground.�

�Yeah, I know it�s in the ground. What��

�Ground a life. The ground is alive. They are one.�

�Does that ice noise make sense to you?� Kjestrid asked Jerric.

�No, he�s talking in my� He�s...� Jerric opened his eyes and spoke to Ishckrihk. �You�re using more words.�

Ishckrihk made his affirmative hiss, then a series of cracking sounds.

Jerric stared at him. �Are you laughing?�

�Anvil,� Kjestrid barked, �Report.�

�He says the ground is alive.� Jerric said to Kjestrid. He shot a look back at the atronach. �No kidding. He says it�s, uh, I get the sense it�s a, what do you call it? Like coral.�

�Colonial,� said Shamir-do.

�Yeah. It�s a daedra colony. Of little ones.�

�Little what?� Kjestrid asked. �Those seeds you were talking about?�

�I don�t know how to kill the ground, so let�s not stay and find out. Lesser daedra take different forms to meet what their masters need. Like doors, or weapons and armor. Some of what the dremora wear are other daedra. Maybe they need rocks. Maybe they�re growing a tower. Maybe we should get the hells out of here before it eats us and skitts out a staircase.�

�Kuh, kuh, kuh,� said Ishckrihk.

He�s definitely laughing, thought Jerric. He felt another chill, this one from his insides.

�Focus,� said Kjestrid. �Tell me what you know.�

Jerric stood facing the same direction as Ishckrihk and closed his eyes again. He could see his own back in front of the frost atronach. �Uh� there are mountains� over there. There�s a volcano covered in snow. I can see lava glowing and steam coming up. I guess that�s where this fog is coming from.� He spoke to Ishckrihk. �Show me again.�

The pictures came with a jumble of impressions. Sorting through them made Jerric�s head ache. Then his heart leaped.

�Are you sure?�

�Sss,� said Ishckrihk.

It took all of Jerric�s will not to just start running. �There�s a settlement in that direction,� he said. �With a sigil tower. Ishckrihk says it�s active. It�s holding open another Gate.�

�Where?� asked Kjestrid.

Ishckrihk gestured.

�Yeah,� said Jerric. �It�s over there.�

Shamir-do growled some Ta�agra before correcting himself. �How far to the Gate?�

�Forget it,� Jerric told him. �We�re going to the tower. I�m closing that Gate from there.�

�How far?� Kjestrid demanded.

�Do you think you can get through the Gate before I close it?� Jerric asked them. �I can�t judge the terrain, and I don�t know the distance in either direction other than it�s far. Are you going to risk it? I don�t want to leave you here, but I�m not going to wait.�

�That�s not your call,� said Kjestrid.

Oh hells, don�t screw this up. Jerric looked at each of them in turn, squinting against the cold. �You�re right, I don�t command you. I�m asking for your trust. These Gates and towers look like ones I�ve seen before. Ones I�ve closed before. Like the ones at Kvatch, and in the Reserve, and by the Gold Road, and a dozen other places I can�t even name.�

He pointed into the unseen distance. �That Gate might not open to our world, but there�s a chance it does. There�s a chance that daedra are crossing through and our folk are dying while we stand here burning time. And there�s a chance we can close it if we get to that sigil tower.� He jabbed a hand in the other direction. �That way. One step at a time, one fight at a time, until we�re at the top or dead from trying. Sigil stones bear the mark of their Lord�s hand. There�s one up there holding the Gate open. When we take it, my gut tells me it will reek of Dagon.�

Jerric�s arms dropped to his sides. �I want you to come with me. I�ll need your night-seeing eyes in that tower, and your bows, and your stealth, and all of our blades together so that we can close the damned Gate and make it home. But I will go alone if I have to. Just like I have gone alone before.�

Shamir-do�s expression was unreadable, but he had started to shiver. Gjaever somehow looked even taller.

Kjestrid sheathed her sword. �We�re with you. Jerric.�

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[SubRosa]

He drew an orb of arcane frost into his hand and tossed it into the canyon.

When you use the word 'drew', it makes me think of pulling it out of a sheath or pocket, like drawing a sword. Perhaps saying something like created, or willed, or called up might sound better?

What a horrific description/theory of how deadra are created in those flesh pods!

Maybe we should get the hells out of here before it eats us and skitts out a staircase.
Sounds like a capital idea! That would explain all those staircases in the woods too...

Wonderful depiction of the psychic link between Jerric and Izzy, especially the deadric laughter.

And Jerric spills his real name at last. Given that he's closing gates with these people, there doesn't seem to be much risk that they will sell him out to the Mythic Dawn! Though they might wag their tongues boasting about how they fought with the Hero of Kvatch once they get back to Bruma...

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[Acadian]

Yay! More Jerric!

Regarding your communication conventions, they worked fine for me. The "speech" and thoughts bits are quite conventional so it is only the ''telepathic'' that is unique here and that seems like a fine way of conveying Itchy's telepathic thoughts. I face some of the same concerns since Acadian sometimes communicates to Buffy via voice and sometimes telepathically. The voice part is easy. For the telepathic parts I will often 'speech tag' them to help clarify. Something like this:

I stared at Sam after he challenged me to a drinking contest. What have I gotten myself into, I pondered.

I wouldn't try it, Buffy, Acadian silently urged.

Thanks for the ‘in our last episode’ warm up.

You really show us the terrifying disorientation and fear of perhaps never getting out of this creepily strange place.

Great touch bringing in Itchy! He seems to be proving his worth.

Jerric’s self-doubts, humility and heroism all shine through wonderfully!


Nit: '...and all of our blades together so that we can closed the damned Gate and make it home.' - - close?

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[Darkness Eternal]

I curious, wondering when you'd return to us with another chapter. Here you are. Let's begin.

The conversation between Schnitzel Ishckrihk wasn't confusing at all. Didn't confuse me one bit.

"What is this place?"
I have no idea. “I’ve seen this before.

Well at least he's partly honest

Daedric creation sounds as Daedric as it can get. Disturbing for fellow mortals. If they don't hurry, Darnands words may be true not only for those scholars. Ishy found the group amusing, as did I. Certainly can't trust a Daedric being, but so far he's been loyal. Let's hope the familiar stays that way.

Still wondering what realm this is.

[Kazaera]

I love how you've kept Oblivion Gates continually threatening and alien (I still haven't played the game but I get the impression they can start getting rather same-old same-old) by first changing everything Jerric thought he knew about them and then actually having the gate close while they were in it! That seems like one of those dangers that should really be a big concern but you just ignore in the game since you know it won't happen. Jerric and co., stranded in Oblivion... the whole thing really brings home how dangerous jumping in a Gate really is.

Very nice Daedric worldbuilding touches, too. Those pods...

Also, I have to say I wasn't surprised to see Jerric gave in and told them his real name. Made for subterfuge, our boy is not.

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[ghastley]

This is brilliant, and almost un-Jerric at that. If you're lost in a cold place, ask a Frostie, especially when Itchy is available on demand.

I like the continuing tension between Jerric and Kjestrid. And that she's not falling apart when things get way out of her control. Since Jerric has already tried that, and found it didn't help, he's got an advantage she doesn't.

Looking forward to July's episode

[McBadgere]

Aw hell yeah!... ...

I go away for a bit and I get a whole TWO instalments to go through... ...

Very much loved the, "I'm going on my own!!"/"Of course you are, and I'm coming with you!" thing throughout...And then with added Frostie-Boy too!!...

Most excellent!!...

Very much a favourite...

Brilliant stuff, as ever...

Looking forward to another instalment as it turns up... ...

Nice one!!...

*Applauds heartily*...

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[mALX]

I am catching up, it will take some time though!

Chapter 17: Bruma, Part Two

This chapter was a rich immersion back into what makes Jerric (Jerric). The pee-writing his name in the snow when he is supposed to be using an alias; then immediately losing track of his alias at the sight of a pretty girl and blurting his name out; then forgetting he is supposed to be Darnand's servant of sorts - but the best line of all came from the Altmer at the end!!! SPEW !!!!

I'm with Jerric in wondering what is going on in Lildereth's mind and what she meant by Darnand not getting laid in Bruma; have she and Darnand continued to "forkulate" since that first time? And if so, why hasn't it been written into the script?

Awesome chapter, this is exactly how I remember this story to be = excellent and fun!





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[mALX]

Chapter 17: Bruma, Part Three


BWAAHAA! You've really captured the Bruma Mages guild here! And Alga at the end; SPEW! I didn't understand the ‘Mara Mother Mild’ and Chapel family business.” either; but get the feeling this has something to do with Lildereth's telling that man that Jerric and Darnand were lovers,

Great chapter!

[mALX]

Chapter 17: Bruma, Part Four


This chapter had me rolling with how fast word is spreading around Bruma about Jerric and Darnand; and the fact that word of his getting whooped upstairs reaching downstairs before he even gets there was the icing on the cake!

EW! They cook the food after the dog chews on it, urgh! Gross!

Asgerd immediately spouts his true name, and just when he was getting good at remembering his alias! Oh, then ... BWAAHAA! Gives his full correct name, THEN gives him some code to figure out about Jauffre; like if anyone was listening to hear the coded stuff about Jauffre, they wouldn't have heard the Jerric part? DOH! A little late to remember to be secretive there, Asgerd!

Oh great, and as for trying to slip under the wires unobtrusively as an associate; now Asgerd is going to raise him up to a command position that will draw attention to him - especially such a fast rise in ranks. Oh, Asgerd most def blew his cover!

Now to see how he gets out of this...or does he? Maybe Jearl and Saveri Faram will attack him and expose themselves.

Great chapter!

[mALX]

Chapter 17: Bruma, Part Five

Oh no, he didn't ... Jerric is most def out of his element with women in the last few chapters, does this have something to do with his feelings for Abiene? I've never seen him so ... gauche; that is twice he has insulted poor Selena!

Oh, very cool intro to Camilla Lollia; what a great idea!

Ulfe the "Cat" chasing dog; and J'Skar the balls scratching Cat had me rolling, and the "Not the lads!" line had me choking!!!!

Jerric's warning to Volanaro not to try pulling any pranks on him was very smooth; and I liked how well Volanaro took the threat!

Great chapter!




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