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

[mALX]

Once again your eye for the perfect detail has brought Kvatch to life and made what happened there feel real and current. Absolutely AWESOME WRITE !!! (and I loved the little glimpse into how Carmia is doing since we last heard of her !!!) AWESOME WRITE !!! WOOOOOOOOOT !!!!!!

[SubRosa]

Jerric's musing at the beginning - that the Kvatch of his memories was not that which remained - was excellent. It was an excellent reminder that it was indeed his home.

So it looks like the Gestapo has taken over Kvatch? I almost expected the brownshirt to give Jerric the Heil Hitler salute once he realized who he was! Aside from the Nazi's who have taken over the place (and I presume are packing off those 'undesirables' to the showers, never to seen again) it is nice to see some real progress in the restoration of the city, urine and all. It was especially good to see Carmia again. She and the others from Gnoll's Meeting Camp are doing well. A good example of how to make lemonade after life gives you lemons.

[King Coin]

Chapter 11.9
The ------- daedroth? They’re crazy!

That thing almost had a nord to eat. That was a terrible idea.

I don’t suppose Darnand has a fond nickname for that mountain of horror? Or is that just a Jerric thing?

A redguard admitting spells are the way to go? I’m shocked!

Well I guess Abiene likes to get creative. To put it mildly.

Chapter 11.10
Hilarious little story.

They’re all smartasses. Lol.

Nice fight. I’m not sure what the original plan that Jerric deviated from was though. Wait I just remembered that the Bosmer (I can never get her name without copy/paste) said wait for the signal.

Did Jerric ever give Slim a new ax?
Pooch!

These three are awesome together!

[King Coin]

Chapter 11.11
Jerric should keep that ring off most of the time. He should slip it on every 20 – 30 feet just to keep himself updated on his surroundings.

His hesitation to kill the Altmer is interesting. He’s finally made his choice though I don’t see it as murder. Always easy to decide sitting cozy in my chair with iced tea at hand and nowhere near danger.

I’ve had similar thoughts about elves and the centuries of life disappearing when Aravi kills them.

Jerric and his appetite for rat. Ugh

GAH! Illusion on Jerric! I was not expecting that at ALL!

That’s always been an effect I’ve never worried about… Excellent. ‘

You weren’t joking when you said Jerric’s party didn’t fare well in Fort Strand. I was expecting a more… traditional cluster, not this.

“Well,” Jerric said after a moment, “at least they’re not sitting around talking about us.”
Too close. Wow. This chapter was amazing. Especially that Lildereth shot Jerric. And might have killed him. Wow. Very few professional writers do that to me.

Chapter 11.12
Pooch again!
Haha more standard Oblivion babble. Rumors of the Brotherhood. Now does Lildereth know anything about them? I’ll keep an eye on her…

Hey, Ulfe looks a lot like that dog in the Skyrim screen shot.

That was a good spiel by the publican regarding the mutton.

[RainbowVeins]

Hello there I just started reading your story and was hooked from the first chapter. Then as if hooked wasn't good enough, Chapter 2 Part 1 followed with the line and the sinker. I love Jerric! He's so intuitive and observational, and his humor is right up my alley. One page down, 48 to go. I'm strapping myself in for a long and very enjoyable ride which, based on my experiences with other threads, will have me caught up before I know it. I'm SO looking forward to it!

[Grits]

Kazaera: Thank you so much for pointing out the confusion, I’m sorry about that! It’s exactly what you thought, with no locked doors they have to be more vigilant, and the paperwork would help them keep track of who’s up to what. I added this:

“You’ll need to get your permits at the next checkpoint. New security procedure, keeps out the scoundrels and riffraff. No one breaks the law in Kvatch these days, at least not more than once. Will you need to board your horses?”

We’ll find out some more when Jerric talks to Steward Matius, like why don’t they just move their tents into the city? Thank you for your comments, you describe perfectly what I was hoping to get across.

haute ecole rider: I’m with you, leaving Kvatch in flames was a huge insult. I want a new PC to rebuild Kvatch as much as to make a bearded, scarred, and filthy Skyrim version of Jerric! Oh, and also to play the game. Thank you, this has been a surprisingly difficult section to write.

Acadian: Thank you, Acadian! That sentence with the fellows and Flash is one of those moments that I feel like I didn’t even write, it’s just what they did.

King Coin: You are getting close! We’re just in the beginning of the next chapter. I’m so glad you like Darnand. He hasn’t named the daedroth, but I’m sure Jerric has a name for it! He hasn’t upgraded Slim’s axe, he’s too worried that Slim will kill someone with it wherever he is. Sigh. Fort Strand was Jerric’s nightmare come to life, thank you very much for your comments about it. Come to think of it, that was also not Darnand’s or Lildereth’s best day ever. Can you believe that Skyrim dog? It’s Ulfe! I was so excited when I saw it, I didn’t even notice the Dunmer lady’s brow ridges.

mALX: Thank you, mALX! So far I am staying with my outline, but there is a lot more about Kvatch that begs to be written. I’m not sure what I’m going to do about it yet.

SubRosa: I’m glad that little thought at the beginning worked, thank you. I wanted to bring back what Kvatch meant the way Jerric would think about it, trying to keep the emotions buried. I’m afraid I split this part of the chapter awkwardly, raising some questions in one section that are answered in the following ones. You’re right about Carmia. I think it would take a pioneering spirit combined with some pretty grim circumstances to make someone move to Kvatch.

RainbowVeins: Welcome to the story! Thank you very much for your kind words about Jerric. I love that you’ve already picked up on his intuitive nature. I’m so glad you’re reading, and I hope the story continues to hold your interest!


Where we are: Kvatch.


Chapter 12: Return to Kvatch Part 5

Jerric left Carmia and headed toward the far end of the plateau. The tents were almost cabins here, wood framed and floored with canvas walls. Jerric recognized the design from Gnoll’s Meeting Camp. Fire pits were spaced along the tent rows, and most were cold. Jerric glanced at the sky. Early afternoon. He guessed that evening would bring folk together to finish their work by the light and heat of shared fires.

Two girls sat on low stools outside one tent, weaving baskets. Jerric returned their greeting. When he looked up, he saw Matilene approaching between the tents.

She wore a dark blue cloak over a clean gown, and shoes with metal buckles instead of her old, cast-off boots. Pink brightened her cheeks, and the shadows under her eyes were less noticeable. Her hair lay over her shoulders in dark curls, as soft and inviting as her smile. Jerric put out his arms as she reached him, expecting a friendly hug. Instead she pulled his head down to kiss him full on the mouth.

“Matilene,” he said warily when he got his tongue back. He searched her eyes for signs of skooma, but they looked clear and blue, not darkened by enlarged pupils. She didn’t smell like she’d been smoking. His body announced that it didn’t care if she was baked out of her mind, but he tried to ignore it. “You look well.”

Matilene stayed in his arms, reaching up to scratch his beard. “I don’t take a drink until sundown now, most days. I can’t believe I haven’t seen you since the summer.” She looked impossibly cheerful.

“Are you high?” He didn’t care how it sounded.

Matilene stepped back, still holding on to his hands. “I’m happy to see you. Carmia said you were a wreck when she saw you last, and you weren’t back when I got here. They’re calling you Gate-Closer now, along with the Lion business. Is it true?”

Jerric tucked her arm though his. “Show me your accommodations. Carmia says I stink, I’ll want a bath later.”

They walked back to a banner depicting a pink rose whose folds and shadows somehow made Jerric think of lady parts. One corner portrayed a portly man with pointed ears and horns. His foot rested on a skull, and he propped his outstretched arm on the upraised hands of a nude woman. “You’re a guild brothel,” Jerric remarked in surprise.

“I just got my charter,” Matilene said with pride. “Welcome to The Rambling Rose Brothel and Bathhouse.”

The main tent was one of the larger type, framed and floored in wood. Jerric could see the fires and cauldrons they used for heating water behind the adjacent bath tent. A double row of wedge-shaped tents stretched along the back of the plateau. Jerric wondered if there was a harlot for every one, and if they had to sleep where they worked. He blamed Darnand’s influence for the shudder that came with that thought.

“Are you ready to spend some coin with me, or a couple of my girls?”

Jerric moved her hands before he started running up a bill. “Matilene, I’ll come back for a bath. Don’t try to sell me anything else. I’m keeping myself pure for the chapel.”

Matilene laughed. “You can always change your mind. After all, we have a special that’s named after you.”

Jerric stared at her in horror.

“Well, not so much named after as inspired by,” Matilene amended. “Steward Matius won’t let anyone use your name, or call anything Lion-Something. It’s probably for the best, or the guards would have lions instead of wolves on their shields.”

“I have a wolf on my shield.”

“Don’t try to fight it, hero. Every word you say here will be put to song as soon as you leave. It’s dark work inside the city, and the nights are full of ghosts. Folk want a golden-eyed lion with a shining sword to sing about. Don’t fetch it up for them.”

Jerric shook his head, dismissing it. “What about the ghosts?” Maybe he would recognize someone.

“Haven’t you heard? We have teams of ghost hunters that go in every night. We export a lot of ectoplasm, almost as much as lace. Fabric is still the biggest. They won’t have some of the looms set for months, so the Kvatch damasks aren’t being made yet. Just those printed cottons.”

Jerric’s eyebrows went up. “You know a lot about manufacturing, Matilene.”

Matilene snorted. “Pillow talk. I know a little about everything now, but most of it would put you to sleep. Maybe that’s what I’ll do when I retire. Bedtime stories for bad sleepers.”

“Who do I ask about ghost hunting?”

“Captain Inian. He’ll want to see you, anyway. He thinks of you somewhere between a nephew and a legend.”

“You know Berich Inian?”

Matilene gave him a look, then gestured to a dark-haired Imperial girl who was busy filling the cauldrons with water. She looked criminally young, but she hefted the water buckets like they were filled with feathers. “That’s Fidella. If you come back after sundown, find her for your bath. That’s when the builders leave the city, so I expect I’ll be busy. I’d say she’ll give you a hand, but you’d accuse me of upselling.”

“I’ll settle for some soap and privacy.” Matilene laughed, and Jerric shook his head. “That didn’t sound right. I’d explain what I meant, but I don’t want to hear a song about it.”

“Every man’s a hero in a brothel, Jerric. You needn’t fear what we’ll say about you.”

Jerric nodded at the girl. “Are you sure she’s old enough?”

“I’m sure she’s not, that’s why I have her working in the bathhouse. She came here on her own from the Imperial City. Just walked off of a caravan with nothing to her name but the blanket over her shoulders and the dress on her back. Paid her way here in trade. If she’s a day over fourteen, I’m the Queen of Colovia. But she chose a harlot’s life in a burned-out city, so you can guess what it was like where she came from. Like you saw, we’re a guild establishment. She won’t work the tents until she’s of age. She can still go to any guild in Kvatch and sign on as an apprentice, no one’s keeping her here. Everyone needs extra hands, and most are waiving their fees. Plus there’s plenty of work hauling for the builders, laundering, or at Carmia’s Cookhouse. Or she can stay with me. I can look after folk now, Jerric. Just like Carmia.”

A sleepy looking young man stepped out of a tent and ambled over, clearly wanting Matilene’s attention. His slender build and artfully tousled hair made Jerric think he belonged to The Rose, not the stonemasons. Jerric gave Matilene’s hand a squeeze as he stepped away from her. “I’ll catch up with you later, Matilene. I have to go find the Steward.”

Jerric made his way back through the guild tents to the middle of Kvatch Village. Matius will probably be inside the walls, he decided. He tried to keep his thoughts still and just wait for what he would see there. Then as he passed Carmia’s Cookhouse, his gaze landed on a sight that stopped him in his tracks.

A broad, bald Nord stood drinking from a soup bowl. His rough linen sleeves were pushed up over forearms thick with muscle. As Jerric approached, the Nord placed his empty bowl on a long trestle table. Jerric knew who it had to be, but he couldn’t believe it. “Vigge?”

The Nord turned. “Well met, son of Skyrim!” Vigge’s weathered face creased into a grin. He gripped Jerric’s forearm, and gave him a hearty thump on the shoulder. “I hope you’ve brought some feather potions, or at least some flax and lotus seeds to go with our venison. The stonemasons want them for their haulers.” Jerric just kept staring. “Oh, you think you see a change in me?” Vigge slapped his much flatter belly under the simple tunic. “Salmo’s sweetrolls and too much wine, that’s what I had in Skingrad. Don’t miss any of it. Berene can keep her fine robes, too, and her blonde Breton coocha. Hard work in the sun and wind, that’s what this Nord wants. You don’t get to be Conjurer by sitting on your thumb all day. I’m glad to put Skingrad behind me.”

Jerric realized that his mouth was hanging open. His mind was as empty as if he had just failed to absorb a shock spell. He blurted out the first thing that floated through it. “How’s Sigrid?”

Vigge’s good humor evaporated into a hot glare. “You’d better not be thinking what it sounds like you’re thinking. I have the highest respect for that woman. If I had a daughter, I would hope she could grow to be half the woman Sigrid is. You keep your eyes in your head while you’re here.” Then Vigge smiled and thumped Jerric’s shoulder again. “You should ask me about Glafeviel. I guess you know her from Anvil.”

“Uh... yeah, I know her.”

“We were born in the same year, did you know that? We remember the same plays and minstrels, even saw some of the same arena matches. Everyone talks about the Dunmeri lasses, but in my view there’s none so wild as a wood elf.”

This is how Darnand must feel, Jerric thought. When he gets that look. “What I meant about Sigrid is… who’s the boss?”

“Sigrid Fire-Walker is chapter head of the Kvatch guild. She’s been promoted to Conjurer. Ask Glafeviel for anything first, though. Sigrid is our banner lifted high in the wind. Glafeviel is the post that keeps us anchored.”

Jerric thought that sounded pretty poetic, so he moved on without commenting about post holes or pile driving. “I need spells, Vigge. Daedra fighting spells. Now or later?”

Vigge looked Jerric over. “I’ll assess you now. It hardly takes any time, and I’m never wrong. Then we’ll make a plan for your training.”

“I’ll do what you tell me.”

Vigge grasped Jerric’s hands, and his face took on the look of a man who might be struggling with his bowels. Jerric experienced a rare and unpleasant moment of self-consciousness as folk went about their business around them. Then Vigge let go and crossed his arms over his chest. He nodded thoughtfully.

“Altmer’s bane, that’s what you are. Born in Sun’s Height or Sun’s Dusk?”

“Sun’s Dusk.”

“You have enough power to cast any spell I could teach you. I need to test you first. It’s no good killing with a single spell if you fry yourself or hit the wrong man.”

“When?”

“Tomorrow,” Vigge told him. “Come find me at the guild hall. We’ll go around the outside of the city wall. Kvatch is no place for a mage to practice slinging fire. Folk are still upset.”

“I need some empty magicka stones, too. My gear needs recharging. Maybe we can summon something so I can fill the stones while you test me.”

“Glafeviel has the gems,” said Vigge. He gave Jerric another assessing look. “You were born under the Atronach. Have you ever tried recharging from your own magicka?”

“No. Is that Mysticism? I don’t know any spells from that school.”

“Huh,” said Vigge. “Remind me about that tomorrow. We have some work to do.”

Vigge started toward the city gates. Jerric fell into step with him. “Have you seen Lildereth?” Jerric asked. “She’s a Bosmer hunter, traveling with a big yellow dog.”

“Sure, she’s off hunting. Don’t know where she’s staying, though. She and that dog have taken a fair number of deer.” Jerric saw Savlian Matius walk out the city gate toward them. Jerric stopped and Vigge kept walking, nodding at Matius as he passed.

Savlian gripped Jerric’s arm in greeting, giving him a long look. “Jerric.” He didn’t need to say the rest.

“I guess word travels faster than my feet to the Steward of Kvatch.” He looks older, Jerric thought.

“Your feet dawdle around cookfires and pretty women.” Savlian turned back toward the city. “Come, we’ll walk inside the wall. I want to show you what we’ve done.”

This post has been edited by Grits: Sep 7 2011, 01:14 AM

[Acadian]

A fun walk around Kvatch, renewing old acquaintances. I’m so pleased to see Sigrid in charge of the mages guild chapter there! And what fun that Vigge is there and seems to be doing well. I was glad to hear that Lildereth made it and is helping to fill stewpots and fire spits with venison.

“Tomorrow,” Vigge told him. “Come find me at the guild hall. We’ll go around the outside of the city wall. Kvatch is no place for a mage to practice slinging fire. Folk are still upset.”
Wonderful touch that makes perfect sense!

“I need some empty magicka stones, too. My gear needs recharging. Maybe we can summon something so I can fill the stones while you test me.”
I see you join SubRosa and myself in viewing ‘soul trapping’ as capturing a dying foe’s magicka. And therefore with much more benign connotations.

And what a smile-inducing moment to see Savlian again.

[haute ecole rider]

They walked back to a banner depicting a pink rose whose folds and shadows somehow made Jerric think of lady parts.

Would that be a Georgia O'Keefe painting? Hmm, sounds like she would fit in quite well there!

“Sigrid Fire-Walker is chapter head of the Kvatch guild.

What an awesome name for Sigrid! I hope you'll let me use it in my fiction!

And we see Kvatch beginning to rise again from the ashes. Good work, showing everyone coming together to rebuild that burned city.

I'm getting ready to add Kvatch Rebuilt to my TES game, and am looking forward to seeing it go up. It would be soooo cool to see Kvatch as it once was.

And good to see the Steward again. Yes, he'd be looking rather worn by now. Wonder if he'd rather be facing that damned Oblivion Gate again than acting as a steward of a nascent city?

[mALX]

SPEW !! The local brothel has services named after Jerric? "I'll have the 'Jerric's Gummy Worms' please..." "That will be thirty Septims..." "Er ... never mind."

SPEW !!! Viggie the Cautious is talking about Adrienne Berene's coochie? BWAAAHAAA !!!! Viggie is really likable in your fic !! Great job turning a maligned character into a trustworthy and hard working mage - and dropping some weight off that rounded belly too !! Awesome !!!

Very touching scene at the end with Matias !!

Grits, there is no way to improve the perfection of your story - yet somehow when you get to Kvatch your writing seems to still blossom and bring out all new facets to your abilities !! You exceed even your own self when writing in Kvatch - AWESOME WRITE !!!

[SubRosa]

I see Carmia is not the only one doing better since Kvatch was destroyed. I expect all the people from Gnoll's Meeting Camp have found the disaster to be an incredible opportunity for them to turn their lives around. A combination bathhouse and brothel? Now that is killing two birds with one stone!

Folk want a golden-eyed lion with a shining sword to sing about.
QFT.

Vigge! And he was the one telling Jerric to keep his eyes in his head? The Vigge I am used to cannot wait to hop in the sack with anything horizontal! Quite the new man he is too. Obviously not just the Gnoll's Meeting people used Kvatch as a means to turn over a new leaf.

Altmer’s bane
A very neat and clever name for a Nord to use for an Astronaut Atronach.

Have you ever tried recharging from your own magicka?
It is nice to see that you are incorporating that into the JF. I never saw any good reason that you could not do that in the game.

“Your feet dawdle around cookfires and pretty women.”
QFT again!

[King Coin]

Chapter 11.13
A master of alchemy can’t make poisons? Unheard of! Jerric is such a character.

Umm I think a poison maker with all the bad habits Jerric seems to have won’t live very long…lol.

I don’t have a temper!
I think I’ve heard that line before in real life oddly enough.

I wonder how Jerric’s going to react knowing that Abiene used more illusion on him.
And MORE illusion perhaps?

Oh I wasn’t sure what to expect from the Redguard family. He’s a battlemage and all. I’m glad they seemed to set that aside and focused on what’s important.

[ghastley]

Sigrid Fire-Walker is chapter head of the Kvatch guild. She’s been promoted to Conjurer

This surprised me a bit, as most of the chapter heads are Wizards, which is three ranks higher. Falcar's departure leaves Deetsan (a Magician) in charge in Cheydinhal, but she's only acting head at that rank. But then I found that Adrienne Berene's only an Evoker, and it made more sense. They gave Sigrid a one-rank promotion, which would be normal, and moving Vigge (Conjurer like Sigrid) eliminates the anomaly of him outranking Adrienne. The Skingrad precedent certainly makes a Conjurer as chapter head reasonable.

P.S. I confirm Deetsan as chapter head at Cheydinhal and promote her to Warlock in my Gweden mod if the player is Arch-mage. It took me a while to decide if I should bump her all the way to Wizard with the new job, and decided the same way you did. One at a time, with the opportunity for more.

I like your description of the banner, with the Guild mark in the corner. I'm thinking that I'll need to make one for the Gweden Lodge. Your inspiration for the Guild mark was the Daggerfall Sanguine I assume?

[King Coin]

Chapter 11.14
How did this skinny Breton get into that man’s bed?
I was more of thinking how did that big nord get that lovely woman into his bed?

Lildereth sounds like a talented mage in alteration perhaps.

Thaurron!

Everyone with curls wants straight hair and everyone with straight wants curls.

Lovely chapter.

[Kazaera]

Yeah, the edited version makes it clear!

Can't think of much to say beyond the classic "Story. Good. More.", except...

“Haven’t you heard? We have teams of ghost hunters that go in every night. We export a lot of ectoplasm, almost as much as lace. Fabric is still the biggest. They won’t have some of the looms set for months, so the Kvatch damasks aren’t being made yet. Just those printed cottons.”

What a fascinating look at day-to-day life in a land where magic and ghosts are real - teams of ghost hunters after a disaster along with ectoplasm as a trade good! That's an image that'll stay with me a while!

“Come find me at the guild hall. We’ll go around the outside of the city wall. Kvatch is no place for a mage to practice slinging fire. Folk are still upset.”

And this is another excellent touch of realism.

[King Coin]

Chapter 11.15
“I do not know. I did not attend last year’s ball.”

“Really? Why?”

Darnand looked at her as if the question didn’t make sense.
I identify

Abiene certainly didn’t let her worries bother her. She seemed to have the energy I would only associate with small dogs and children.

LMFAO! Jerric hauled in by the guard!

Chapter 11.16
Oh gawd, experimental drugs are quite risky.

What the heck is going on? Jerric and Rhano completely drunk!

Oh no! Lildereth’s sick!

Darnand scared the crap out of Gulitte. Good man. Lol.

Chapter 12
Darnand’s opinion of Jerric has really changed from chapter one. Heck he seems like a different person almost.

Oh boy. A typical evening with Jerric? Darnand better let him fight and try not to summon his daedroth.
“Thank you, constable. You have made this a most pleasant arrest.”

Illio’s eyes glinted under his helm. “May you have a brief and equally agreeable incarceration.”


Chapter 12.2
Betting with bread!I guess what else is there to do?
Darnand took that a lot better than I expected.

This post has been edited by King Coin: Sep 12 2011, 01:43 PM

[Grits]

Acadian: Indeed, they trap the energy released at death in this version of Tamriel. Binding souls to fuel weapons that are then used for good would provide a dark and interesting twist, but not one I’m going to attempt in this story. Maybe I'll save it for tackling an anti-hero. Jerric calling soul gems by the wrong name is one of the little ways he unintentionally annoys the “real” mages. We’ll hear more from Savlian in this episode. Thank you, Acadian!

haute ecole rider:

What an awesome name for Sigrid! I hope you'll let me use it in my fiction!

Absolutely, yay!

Does the Kvatch Rebuilt Mages Guild have a specialization? I wonder if anyone else thinks that Alchemy would be a good fit. I think it will be at least February before I get to the “install mods” entry on my list. I’m sure you’re right about Savlian’s new responsibilities. We’ll hear some of it from him in this episode. Thank you, haute!

mALX: LOL, no one can spread the love the way Jerric does without the occasional embarrassing moment! I’m sure when he carried on at Gnoll’s Meeting Camp, he never imagined that those folks would move to his home town!

I always thought there had to be more to Vigge than his somewhat goofy demeanor in Skingrad. I mean, he can summon a storm atronach and teach Master level elemental destruction spells, but he’s hanging around bed-hopping and talking about shopping. His boss is younger, a lower rank, and tends to lose her employees. I decided that he gave himself early semi-retirement and then regretted it. I’ve been back through the Skingrad MG a couple of times with different characters, and that place is nuts! If only poor Glarthir could have gotten out of Skingrad, maybe things would have gone differently for him. Hmm… Thank you, mALX!

SubRosa: I’ve observed that nothing is more frightening to my filthy-minded male friends than their own suddenly smokin’ hot teenage daughters. So when I sent the horniest Nord in Skingrad to live with the most legendary rack south of Skyrim, I just had to slap him with some paternal feelings.

I think I saw Teresa recharge her bow with a spell in a video, could that be right? That was an inspiration. It makes sense to me that any energy could be converted with the right spell, but I wouldn’t have thought of it on my own. There is a little more about recharging in the works, unless it gets cut in the edit. Thank you, SubRosa!

King Coin: Exactly, this is the guy who guzzles restore magicka potions out of a waterskin. Little vials and stoppers are not his friends. I’m glad you pointed out Shasana’s acceptance of Jerric despite his magic use. Still, I’m sure he’s not going to mention summoning daedra at the dinner table. Rhano’s parents treating Jerric like a son is part of the conflict between the two of them, especially with Rhano’s dad Ongve being a Nord in this story. You’re right about Lildereth, she is very skilled with some magic, but not very powerful. Thank you, KC!

It was fun to show Abiene having a blast in a social setting along with Darnand who could not have been dragged there by anyone but her, then follow it with Jerric getting him thrown in jail. It gave Darnand a chance to show how he can rise to an occasion. I like what you said about how Darnand’s opinion of Jerric has changed to the point where he seems almost like a different person. That’s what I was hoping for when I put Jerric on the floor with Bog Trawler.

ghastley: I went through the same thought process before promoting Sigrid, and Berene’s Evoker rank was what made it possible for me, too. I also figured that with half the Council of Mages gone, some of the higher ranks left in the guild would be angling for a spot in the IC, not chapter head of a tent in a building site. I had to find out how Deetsan is involved in your Gweden mod. Randonil, I love it!

You’re right about the Guild mark, it’s the Daggerfall Sanguine. That way no one thinks it’s a flower shop. I think a Guild banner would look great at Gweden Lodge!

Kazaera: I’m thinking that summoning daedra will also be frowned upon in Kvatch. I love the reminders that despite the similarities, Tamriel is not on Earth. Thank you for the SGM! I’m honored. And here you go!

Where we are: In Kvatch, talking to Steward Matius.



Chapter 12: Return to Kvatch Part 6

Jerric stood in the middle of Guild Court, bathed in afternoon sunlight. All of his life the great elm trees had shaded this circle, even in winter. Now every paving stone was open to the sky.

His eyes were drawn between the new guild halls and down his street. Neat stacks of dressed stone lined one side. Workers chipped mortar away from blocks on the ground. Sharp pings from their hammers bounced back from the city’s bare walls. Youngsters scooped the mortar into handcarts and shifted the smaller stones onto piles, sending dust drifting along the ground like mist. An elderly man appeared to be in charge of the operation. No trees, no walls, not even a garden fence remained standing. His street looked like a long stoneyard. Matius waited silently while Jerric fought his aching throat. You’re not going to break this time, he told himself.

Savlian began to speak, nodding at the buildings around them. “The Mages Guild hall shell is up, Sigrid can tell you about their plans. The mages sleep here, though they’re still working in those tents while the builders finish the interior. The Fighters Guild hasn’t started back up yet, but we’ve cleared the lot and covered the cellar for them. The Weavers Guild was the first to get their roof on. They’re setting up looms in their hall and in the castle until we can clear Weavers Street. It might be a year before they can build new loomhouses. Kvatch textiles are still the finest Cyrodiil has to offer. They’ll lose some market share, but their profits will be high with so little being made. They found their pattern books in the ruins. Sealed up in enchanted boxes. It seems that weavers think ahead about fires.”

“Sigrid,” Jerric said. “I hear they’re calling her Fire-Walker.”

Pain passed over Savlian’s expression. “I know what you’re saying. Folk have given her a name she wouldn’t have chosen, and she’s not the only one. None of us will forget what we did that night to survive, or what we failed to do. Sigrid has made it a part of herself. Now she’s stronger. I’ve seen your face when folk call you Hero. You could learn from Sigrid.”

Jerric’s eyes went back down his street, as if somehow it might have changed again. Matius saw where he was looking. “That’s all been cleared,” he said. “We can walk down if you wish. The old cellars are covered for now so they won’t keep flooding. We couldn’t tell… Well, you’re the only one left who lived there. I didn’t want to say so soon, but you’ll have your home wherever you want it. Where it was, or anywhere else. The rest of us will wait for the new count, but we’ve all agreed on this.”

Jerric shook his head. He started toward the chapel without speaking.

Matius walked at his side, pointing. “You can see we’ve cleared all the way through Pinder Plaza. The chapel is sound, and work has begun on the new steeple. The priests and healers dwell there, and for now they hold school in the chapel hall. The healing hall repairs are finished. They have a lot of injuries to deal with, as well as frost burns and curses from the ghosts. Now that we’ve secured the plateau, that’s our biggest safety concern. The mages have laid wards down in the castle and on a few of the buildings. Those are safe for folk to live in, but no one is allowed on the streets after nightfall, unless they’re with a team.”

Jerric stopped and gave Savlian his full attention.

Savlian continued. “The priests follow the ghosts and bless what remains they can find. Some of the spirits are lost and frightened, but some are still trying to fight. It’s a battleground out here every night. Those that won’t move on have to be made to go.” The Steward dropped away from Savlian’s face, and for a moment Jerric saw how his responsibilities weighed on him. “When we took our city back from the daedra, I thought I was through with fighting. Now we have to take it back from our own dead.”

Jerric gripped Savlian’s shoulder. Once again, he didn’t have the words. “Where are… When you find remains. Where are the burials?”

Savlian passed a hand over his face. “We started behind the chapel. Those streets won’t be rebuilt. At first we tried to keep records… Well, folk were running away from the fires. We haven’t found many in their cellars, and there aren’t enough of us left to put names to those few who could be recognized. Now we’re using the center of the old arena. It’s the only place with enough open ground.” Jerric’s throat had closed again, but Savlian knew what he was asking. He put his hand over Jerric’s. “They would be behind the chapel.”

The two men stood silently together, and for a time they were both simply sons and brothers, left behind.

“Have you found your people?” Jerric finally asked.

Savlian spoke softly, but his grief and frustration were palpable. “I lived on the far side of the Arena District. It will be months before we can even reach my neighborhood. My home... my goddamn home is lying in ruins. My family is there somewhere. For all I know they haunt the streets every night. It kills me that I can't get in there and do something.”

Jerric started moving again. They passed into Pinder Plaza and stopped near the statue. Antus Pinder’s sword still pointed northeast, undamaged.

Savlian had recovered his composure. “We repaired the castle foundations and roof, but the cleaning is going to take more time,” he said. “The city guards dwell in the castle barracks. You saw the militia encampment when you came up. We don’t need the Legion to protect our people any more. We’re sorting what we salvage from the ruins as we go. What we don’t need in the village, we’re storing in the castle. When folk rebuild, they’ll have a little to start with.”

Shadows passed over them, causing Jerric to look up. Two large black birds flew toward the castle, spreading out their wings and tail feathers to splash down in the castle moat.

“Look!” cried Savlian. “I’m glad you got to see this.”

Jerric couldn’t believe it. “Some of the swans survived!”

“Those two must have escaped during the attack. One day they just returned, after we dredged the moat. Berich has been feeding them wheat to keep them here. I think everyone in the city slows down when they walk past the castle, now that the swans are home.”

Jerric saw Savlian’s smile echoed on other faces. Folk were indeed slowing down to look at the birds, even those laden with rock and timber.

“Count Hassildor has promised to send gardeners in the spring,” Savlian said. Jerric saw that he was looking over the barren castle grounds. “They will bring trees as large as can be moved for transplanting. Our city was a garden in the sky, some called it the jewel of Cyrodiil. We won’t live to see the last stones set into place, and I’m sure the hands that will place them are not yet born. But we will see Kvatch bloom again. I swear it.”

Jerric watched the swans glide on the moat’s still water. “Where do you dwell, Steward? At the castle?”

“In a tent in the village. The people can look to me for now, if they choose. Leadership is something I can give, but I must guard against taking liberties. I won’t put myself in the castle unless the Elder Council allows it.”

Jerric shook his head. “Do you have any word on what they’ve decided?”

“No, and there’s something I mean to ask you. An unsanctioned steward can’t do this job. I can keep order, but I have no authority to collect or disburse funds, or even distribute lots to those who want to rebuild. We’ve had nobles from half of the great houses in the realm poking through the castle, counting the silver and claiming they want to help. Fandius Terentius showed up with a pack of hired swords almost as soon as the ruins stopped smoking. Captain Inian nearly had a fight on his hands when he wouldn’t let Lord Terentius move into Count Goldwine’s chambers. After that we blocked the passage down to the vaults with rubble. All of the gold is there, but the records burned in the old steward’s office. We already have a new Imperial tax collector, if you can believe it. Some days I have my hands full just dealing with her.”

“Sounds like the Steward could use a steward.”

“Countess Umbranox sent me one of her junior stewards. I’m certain you will meet him at the castle. The County Anvil steward is a Bosmer, and this young fellow didn’t care to wait his whole life for a promotion. He keeps everything he hears in his head. I’ve heard of folk like that, but never met one.”

“Breton?”

“Indeed.”

“Must be handy to skip the ledger when you’re still unofficial and there’s a tax collector about.”

Savlian’s eyebrows said what his words would not. “Young Rilian has agreed to speak our case before the Elder Council. He’s taking Count Goldwine’s Colovian Signet Ring with him, to show they have the power and they need to assign it. I’d go myself, but there are those from outside who would take over, and not for the city’s good. I’d like you to stand with him. Don’t worry, he’ll do the talking.”

“All right. I have to stop in Skingrad for a bit first.”

“That would be to Rilian’s benefit,” Savlian said. “It will be good for him to leave Kvatch, if only for a few weeks.”

Jerric thought that Savlian might also benefit from a break, but he knew better than to suggest it. “You know that old Anvil burned during the Battle of Anvil Bay. The Council gave Commodore Umbranox the title Count of Anvil. They gave him funds to build the city as it stands now.” He looked Matius in the eye.

“That precedent has not gone unnoticed in Kvatch.” Savlian’s face showed the Wolf’s dignity. “County Kvatch is rich with resources. Every woodlot in the West Weald is cutting timber for us with only the promise of future payment. Our farmers are suffering from the reduced market for their crops, but the castle has the gold to pay all of their taxes, if the Empire insists. Keep that between us. We can start rebuilding without Imperial gold and fend off the vultures that circle our county. We just need the authority back from the Imperial City.”

Jerric nodded. “I’ll take Rilian to the Elder Council. He’ll have to bring the answer back on his own, though.” They stood for a moment, watching the swans. “I need to speak to Captain Inian about the ghosts.”

“If he’s not at the castle, one of the guards can tell you where to find him.” Savlian held Jerric with that steady gaze again. “I advise you to leave the ghosts for the outsiders. Take a shift in the ruins. The work will ease your conscience, and your presence there will lift everyone’s mood.” Savlian put out a hand, stopping Jerric’s objections. “I know the guilt you carry. When you left us, folk didn’t know what to think. Then word came back of the Gates you closed. Some say Kvatch was just the beginning, and every city in Cyrodiil will come under attack. After the battle you told me that Kvatch would rise, but not for you. I do not share that view, Jerric. Do what you must to seek out the enemy. Your calling is not the same as ours. But you will always be a son of Kvatch.”

[SubRosa]

Once again, a good start with that simple, short recollection of Jerric's that the elms were gone.

Nice part about the Weavers Guild. IRL, clothing was extremely expensive before the Industrial Revolution. Savlian is right, they will be bringing in the money soon enough. Making the Kvatch the textile capital of Cyrodiil was also a good touch of world-building. Every city ought to have some economy it is noted for.

I’ve seen your face when folk call you Hero. You could learn from Sigrid.
QFT

A very excellent thought with the undead Kvatchites roaming the streets at night. Like Savlian, that is something I never would have thought of happening. Yet it makes perfect sense. Bravo! So now they need Egon, Venkman, Stantz, and Zeddemore to come in and clean things up with their unlicensed nuclear accelerators. I can't help it, I watched it on blu-ray last weekend. Even after all this time, that movie is still amazing!

The black swans were a good touch at world-building too.

Savlian's decision to remain in the tents reminds me of Aragorn at Minas Tirith. Nicely done again!

So Jerric is off to confirm someone as the new Count of Kvatch? I wonder what will happen if the Elder Council does not do anything (like in the game). I imagine it would mean civil war, as someone will eventually have to just step in and take charge, formalities be damned. One could easily see all of Colovia follow, one city at a time too. Uprisings are a tradition for them after all.

This post has been edited by SubRosa: Sep 12 2011, 09:32 PM

[haute ecole rider]

SubRosa already touched on everything I liked about this post. I have plans for Matius in OHDH as well, which seem to mirror yours pretty closely.

In Kvatch Rebuilt, apparently the PC becomes the Count of Kvatch. I'm not happy about that, as I think a certain NPC deserves that honor (and the responsibility that goes with it) more.

It's great that you're putting at least as much thought into the rebuilding of Kvatch as I have, if not more!

[ghastley]

Ghost-busting is just the job for a frost-resistant, magic-absobing Nord Atronach, so I'm a bit surprised that Savlian warns him off. But I suppose he's likely to meet a relative, which would complicate the job.

Liked the black swans, too. The "can't happen, but it just did" aspect fits the situation nicely.

The bit about the nobility coming in like vultures to count the silver was a particularly good touch. Especially picking a Terentius to be the archetype.

[Acadian]

Beautifully written with loads of fantastic touches. Town ghosts, black swans, weavers guild. . . .

“I lived on the far side of the Arena District. It will be months before we can even reach my neighborhood. My home... my goddamn home is lying in ruins. My family is there somewhere. For all I know they haunt the streets every night. It kills me that I can't get in there and do something.”
I love that you mirror Savlian’s lines from when you first meet him in the game. It makes me want to cue up the song 'I need a hero'.

Wimpy hopeful nobles circling like vultures for a countship! What a completely predictable but unthought of (by me anyway) development!

Gosh, this was good!