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

[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!

[mALX]

This is a hugely powerful aftermath to the battle that is still fresh in Jerric's mind and in ours. You have a tremendous natural ability to bring both the war itself and the scars (emotional and otherwise) wrought by it that it becomes intensely real to the reader. I didn't think anyone could surpass SubRosa in that ability, I think she may need to share her top place pedestal with you though.

On Viggie - if (when you are supposed to go get Erthor) you make a deal with Viggie instead - his full "charming" (cough cough) personality shines through the whole underhanded deal. He even goes so far as to threaten poor Erthor if he dares tell about the deal - and the way he lords it over you (that he has something on you that could get you in trouble, like turning the thumbscrews) - you know your days in that Skingrad Mages hall will NOT be comfortable thereafter, lol.


Absolutely AWESOME Write !!!!

[Destri Melarg]

Okay, starting way back in Chapter 10: Septims, Part 5:

I loved the description of Abiene’s surgical procedure on Jerric. One of the things that I love about this forum is that we have so many compassionate would-be healers among us. Who needs anesthetic when you can just zap the victim patient with a paralyze spell? After a while the pain makes you pass out anyway! I would also like to tender my request to exchange the Varel Morvayn in my game with the one who occupies yours. I can’t even get that n’wah to be reasonable! It would be impossible to pry repairs out of him for free!

Allow me to chime in on the subject of Abiene’s ‘betrayal’ of Jerric:

[rant] This really hits a sore spot with me because I happen to live amongst an entire family who adhere to the old maxim that it is better to ask for forgiveness than permission. To do something to someone else because you know that the other person will forgive you is the height of disrespect. It turns the other person into a commodity, a thing to be used and discarded at will. Jerric has every reason to be angry over this callous and calculated mistreatment, no matter the result. If the shoe were on the other foot I doubt that Abiene would be so quick to forgive.[/rant]

All that said, I think you handled Jerric’s reaction to the event masterfully.

Your lead-in to The Siren’s Deception was simply fantastic! When Jerric tells Gogan that he’s seen better than Signy I almost fell out of my chair. And when he suggests that the sirens will descend on Darnand ‘like slime on a mudcrab’ I had to stop reading for several moments to compose myself!

I think that Norbert Lelles would find it cheaper to simply hire a guard to protect the store from his own gullibility! As haute said, you have taken a very boring quest and breathed much needed life into it. I had a good laugh when Jerric found the detect life ring in his pocket. I can’t even count the number of times that the thing that would have helped me most remained in my inventory during the fight.

Jerric and Abiene’s day at the market was just the right tonic for the tension between them. When she called Vidkun’s name in the throes of passion I was ready to give up on her right then and there. Honestly, does Jerric really want to spend a great deal of his time with a woman who sees him at best as a substitute for another, and at worst as a practice dummy? But thankfully Abiene redeemed herself by not holding a grudge when confronted by the truly naked (and bejeweled) reminder that Jerric tends to get around. Bravo Abiene!

Nothing says ‘Don’t F*** with me’ like a summoned Daedroth! I imagine that a simple ghost or skeleton would have done the job, but I like getting a sense of Darnand’s panic to the situation by his choice of summon. When in doubt, destroy everything! I also like the symmetry of Jerric being there to ease Darnand’s PTSD. I’d say the two are even now.

See what your work does to me? Here I am going on and on and I am still not even HALFWAY to being caught up! I have so much reading left in front of me, but I’ll get there.

I Promise.

[King Coin]

Chapter 12.3
Yikes. I’m glad Jerric is putting the invisibility to use.

Poor Precious!

Now are the Sigil stones making Jerric behave abnormally, or is he just really aggressive on his own?

Darnand held out two biscuits. “Cheese or sausage?”
Jerric took both biscuits.

Lol! The legion packed meals aren’t going to last long!

My respect for Darnand grows. He’s even getting his hands dirty in the fights. He is a different person from the one that hit Jerric with an errant fireball while Jerric killed a boar.

A little touchy now too. Jerric can take it. I bet he’s pissed that he didn’t make a move on Abilene.

Chapter 12.4
Papers eh? Jerric doesn’t need any. A perk of going to hell and back I guess.

Hey! Carmia listened!

This went well, but he hasn’t been in the ruins yet has he?

[Grits]

SubRosa: Thank you, I wanted to give the sense of life in Kvatch without lingering too long there. I think if Count Hassildor and Countess Umbranox had spare offspring loafing around, there might have been an immediate struggle over Kvatch. It would be interesting to explore the different legal and illegal armed factions that must exist within the counties. The difference between the lord of an estate and a warlord in some ruin could be pretty slim. I agree, leaving the Kvatchians to their own devices would be dangerous. There could be a rebellion in the middle of the Empire!

haute ecole rider: I did not think I was going to have to rebuild Kvatch in my mind before I could write this chapter, but that’s just what happened! Whew. I think the choice for Kvatch’s new leader boils down to Savlian, an outsider noble, or the PC. A case could be made for the PC taking the path of Commodore Umbranox who became Count Anvil, I guess. Of course, in this fic Savlian led the battle, not Jerric. I’m with you, I might have to do some alternate imaginary ending for Kvatch Rebuilt. Seeing Kvatch whole again would be worth it!

ghastley: Exactly, Jerric would be the perfect Ghostbuster. But Savlian remembers how he completely fell apart after the Gate/battle, and another episode like that wouldn’t work with his plans. Of course, Jerric doesn’t always follow advice. I’m glad you liked the swans.

Acadian: I have been waiting for so long to pay homage to Savlian’s Gate-side rant! Jerric took off running for the Gate before he could say it, even though I really wanted to use his lines in the first Kvatch chapter. That might be my favorite dialog in the whole MQ. I just had to work it in somehow. Thank you so much for pointing it out!

mALX: Ack, I thought that was Sulinus Vassinus who is so mean to Erthor! I’ve always gone to get the poor guy myself. He’s always so happy to be rescued. Plus he’s super cute. Thank you, mALX! This was another episode that was a little gut-wrenching to write. I need another chapter of parties!

Destri Melarg: OK, Chapter 10 has 18 posts. Chapter 11 (Holidays) has 16, and some of them are pretty light. So far Chapter 12 has 7, and I’ve only been posting once per week. I hope that’s encouraging news. I’m really, really glad you’re still reading! Thank you for the rant about Abiene’s manipulation of Jerric. That part was such a big deal to me, it was actually hard to write. I was a little tense when I read your comments, hoping that by the time the two of them got through their market day, their ups and downs would have leveled out for you. Whew!! Abiene is a challenge for me to balance. Her flaws are things that would really get to me. I’m delighted by your remark that Darnand and Jerric are even after the daedroth episode. I had a blast with the Anvil quests. There are a lot of fun NPCs to work with.

King Coin: You’re almost caught up!! It’s not the sigil stones making him aggressive, that’s how he is in a fight. He’s an amiable brawler, but he would explain that’s different. He wants to kill daedra, never mind the consequences to himself. He had gone through his already limited reserve of self-control sneaking through to get to the stone, and once he got it he was trying not to step away from the fire column and fight while that’s all he wanted to do. If the daedroth reached him first, then the choice would be taken out of his hands. That’s why he was yelling at them. Not his most rational moment.

Where we are: Jerric and Darnand arrived in Kvatch this afternoon.



Chapter 12: Return to Kvatch Part 7

Jerric stood on the Kvatch plateau under the moons, scrubbing his skin until it felt raw. His weapons rested on the nearby table, cleaned of ectoplasm. His boots were now free of the soot, mud, and filth they had accumulated during his work in the ruins. A bucket of well water sent soap suds running down between the bathing platform’s boards and away. He wished it would clear his mind of the day’s grinding horror.

A cold breeze dried him as he made his way through the tents to the one he shared with Darnand. They had set it up at the far end of a row, facing out over the edge and away from the privies. Jerric knew that the wind usually came from the other direction, and this way they would be able to look out and see the stars. At least he would. Darnand preferred to lie down with his head at the back of the tent, while Jerric slept with his by the door.

He stood outside the tent for a moment, listening to the quiet. As he left the city, the chapel bells in their temporary tower had rung one of the morning watch. Darnand was probably asleep. Their packs stood in the tent’s belled end, opposite the door and past Darnand’s head. Jerric decided not to take the chance of disturbing him by crashing around in the dark. He piled his gear next to the door, boots and blades at the ready. His soiled clothing stayed outside. At least in Kvatch he shouldn’t have to apologize for the state of his laundry.

Lying in the dark, Jerric realized that he wasn’t ready for sleep. Now he wished he had sought out company at Matilene’s bathhouse instead of using the village’s open-air bathing station. He missed the sound of wind through trees and the horses’ comforting noises. It was too late for music or the usual camp murmur. Jingling mail told him when a guard passed nearby. Darnand stirred, and a pair of pale woolen socks became visible in the moonlight coming through the tent flap. Jerric reached out and cautiously covered his friend’s feet.

“I am awake,” Darnand mumbled. He almost stifled his yawn.

Jerric scrambled around on his bedroll so they could talk without disturbing their neighbors. “Did you get your assignment from Sigrid?” he asked.

“Yes.” Darnand yawned again. “One of their flax seed suppliers is late with his shipment. I am tasked with contacting him to determine the cause. The supplier resides at Shetcombe Farm, northeast of here. Do you know it?”

“I know the area, but not exactly where. There are a bunch of little farms around there. It’s on the other side of Pottersville. Do you have your map? I’ll show you.”

Darnand produced a tiny lick of flame from his fingertip, and Jerric handed him the candle to light. Several sheets of parchment, scrolls, and two open books lay at the top of Darnand’s bedroll. Jerric smiled at the vision of his friend’s head drooping in sleep as his night-eye spell faded. Darnand pushed his notes aside and unrolled the map between them, propped up on his elbows under his blankets.

“Here,” said Jerric, pointing. “Follow the road around past the livery. When you get to Pottersville, turn to your right and go straight through town. You’ll start to see the little farms on the other side. Take the first lane and head east. You’ll have to ask where Shetcombe Farm is, I’m just guessing that it’ll be in that area.”

Darnand studied the map. “How will I know Pottersville?”

“Well, it’s a little town full of potters. You’ll see kilns and ceramic goods and such. Stacks of wood everywhere, green ware on drying racks, and carts full of crates on the way out of town.” Darnand looked blank. “Do you have any idea what I’m talking about?”

“No.”

“All right. You’ll know it because it will smell like woodsmoke. If you get to a town that smells like death, that’s Tannertown. You’ve gone too far.” Jerric looked at the map for a moment. “That’s a sturdy map, but it doesn’t have much on it. What’s this mark, here?” He pointed to a charcoal smudge north of Kvatch.

“That is the approximate location of a Doomstone. Here is another. This is the area where we will search for Meridia’s shrine. I shall make permanent marks when we find their precise locations.”

Jerric retrieved his own map and flopped back down on his stomach. “Look, the Jone Stone is right here. I think the Sanguine shrine will be pretty close. Mar— Uh, the fellow who showed me the Jone Stone pointed off to the west.”

Jerric felt himself flush under his friend’s questioning look. He leaned over Darnand’s map, searching his suddenly empty mind for a way to change the subject.

The map showed him one. “What’s this mark on Kvatch?”

“It is we,” said Darnand.

Jerric blinked at him.

“This is a Map of Clairvoyance,” Darnand explained. “It was made with an old spell. The land and water are represented, and the roads and major settlements are quite accurate. However, many of the forts are now ruins. It will be most useful for marking where I have been, so that I might return.”

Jerric began to feel alarmed. “If the map knows where you are, couldn’t someone use it to find you?” The hidden gates of Cloud Ruler Temple loomed in his mind.

Darnand seemed at a loss for words. “It does not know where I am,” he said after a moment.

“Oh.” Jerric laughed with relief. “It knows where it is.” He shook his head. “Where did you get it?”

“Abiene gifted it to me for Saturalia. Her father is a scroll maker. He made this map for her. See, these notations are in her hand.”

Jerric whistled softly. “That’s a pretty good gift.”

“Indeed. My gift to her was a crystal ball and the spell to use it. Even so, I worry that she will struggle to reach me. She has little skill in conjuration.”

Jerric considered showing Darnand his new scroll case filled with scrolls from Abiene. He decided that explaining why he got her jewelry could be awkward. “What did you do this afternoon?” he asked instead.

“I spent some time in the guild hall. I learned a new spell from Vigge the Cautious. It weakens the target to all magical attacks. I suggest you learn it from him as well.”

“Yeah,” said Jerric. “I’m going to work with him tomorrow.”

“You might also explore the spell that destroys weapons. If you are skilled enough, he can teach you to exhaust your enemy from a distance, as if he had already been fighting before you begin.”

“That sounds like a cheap trick.” Jerric flipped over onto his back and gazed up at the ridge pole. “But I’ll try it.”

“You should also learn to cast your elemental damage on touch as well as over a target area.”

“Anything else?”

“That should do for one day.” Jerric could hear the smile in Darnand’s voice.

“He’s going to try to teach me how to recharge my weapons with my own magicka,” Jerric said. “I guess that’s some kind of Mysticism spell.” He looked over to watch Darnand’s reaction.

Darnand lost a moment to surprise. “He must think your stars will help you. I hope you informed him that you have not studied that school.”

“Yeah. What’s the catch? I mean, why doesn’t everyone recharge things instead of trapping energy and fiddling with gems?”

“Some souls release a great deal of energy at death, more than a person can provide while still living. In your case, increasing your ability to hold magicka with a spell followed by one of your strong magicka potions will give your sword a great deal of power, but it will still not fill it. I suggest that you routinely send some of your magicka into your sword each time you take a potion, since even you cannot hold all of the magicka that your potions provide. Most folk are not Master Alchemists born under the Atronach, so filling a weapon would take many hours. Additionally, it is a complicated and closely guarded spell. I doubt that Vigge would offer to teach it to me.”

Jerric grinned. “Jealous?”

“Not until you have successfully learned the spell,” Darnand retorted. “If there is a reason Vigge favors you, I do not need to hear it.”

“Then I guess I won’t spin a yarn about my last visit to Skingrad. Probably for the best, the true story is more unsettling than anything I could make up.” Jerric had a thought. “Say, Steward Matius asked me to bring one of his guards along with us to the Imperial City. Is that all right with you?”

“Indeed. In these arrangements I trust your judgment. Who is the guard?”

“Jesan Rilian, do you know him? His sword is West Weald silver, and there’s a scroll pattern chased in silver on the scabbard. He carries a steel dagger with a fox’s head on the pommel. Sometimes you’ll see him with a bow.” Darnand looked blank again. “Young fellow, dark hair and grey eyes. Imperial. About half a head shorter than you. Could talk a minotaur into pulling an oxcart.”

“I know who you must mean. He has a scar here, on his throat. You saved his life during the battle for the castle. He might be your personal bard, if you would allow it.”

Jerric snorted. “Yeah. He’s going to speak to the Elder Council about getting off their backsides and approving Matius. I’ll stand with him, but I guess you know why I won’t do the talking.”

“I am surprised that Steward Matius would place his fate in the hands of one so young,” said Darnand.

“For passion and conviction, you can’t beat a teenager. Anyway, I think his youth will strike the right note. Pure intentions and hope for the future, that sort of thing.”

“It occurs to me that our plans might not suit Rilian,” said Darnand. “I doubt that searching for Doomstones in the wilderness and visiting daedric shrines are priorities for the Kvatch Guard.”

“Yeah. I’ll tell him we’ll meet him in Skingrad. Shouldn’t be a problem.” When Jerric closed his eyes, the candle’s warm glow was replaced with eerie, spectral light. He opened his eyes again and rubbed them, trying to wipe away the memory.

“What troubles you?” Darnand asked after a moment.

“Ghosts. Savlian was right, I should have stayed out of it. What I did tonight felt like killing folk. Some of them were just kids, Darnand. The priests say we’re sending them on to the next life, but... I don’t know if it’s true.” Jerric saw that Darnand was still waiting. “Those spirits are still who they were,” he explained. “A couple of them even recognized me. How much of that passes on?”

“You mean will the dead retain their consciousness beyond this realm.”

“Yeah. Will they know us if we find them in the next life? Wherever they are?” Jerric realized he was afraid of the answer.

“I do not know. Ages may pass for them while we blink, or our mortal lives may take no time at all. Some say that part of us returns to this realm, yet I have no memory of living before. If our identity is stripped away, then all that we have loved is truly lost.” Now Darnand rubbed his eyes. “I have wondered this myself in the years since my parents were killed. Such thoughts find me when the body is exhausted but the mind too troubled for sleep.”

Jerric saw only black despair down that path. He regretted ever mentioning it. “Are you saying your body is exhausted? I guess Sigrid had you doing more than carry two books around.”

Darnand looked over with the hint of a smile. “I suppose I should explain what I mean by ‘troubled mind.’ Specifically the latter part.”

Jerric felt oddly comforted. He flopped back around and rolled himself into his blankets. “Kick me if I wake you. I’m in no mood to dream tonight.”

“I shall.” Darnand put out the light.

This post has been edited by Grits: Sep 22 2011, 06:13 PM

[SubRosa]

The supplier resides at Shetcombe Farm, northeast of here.
Dum Da Dum Dum! Methinks an ancient, sunken evil might be stirring deep within the earth nirn near Shetcombe Farm!

Darnand's map was a nice way of integrating the game's magic map into the story, in a believable way. I wonder if his map was made by Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs?

Could talk a minotaur into pulling an oxcart.
This is a wonderful saying!

For passion and conviction, you can’t beat a teenager.
QFT!

This post has been edited by SubRosa: Sep 19 2011, 11:28 PM

[haute ecole rider]

There are so many small touches in this post that I absolutely loved. So I'm going to single one out that has special meaning to me - Pottersville.

Having attempted throwing pottery on a wheel, and having worked with ceramics as a hobby during my high school years (we're talking decades ago!), I remain fascinated by anything to do with clay. Pottersville struck a chord with me since last year, for a story idea I was developing, I researched Choseon pottery (aka celadon pottery) - a method of creating some of the most beautiful ceramic pieces I've ever seen. It was a type of pottery created by old Korean craftsmen during the Choseon (Choson, Joseon) period (600 years!). Those craftsmen took the best of Chinese pottery and brought it to new heights. I have yet to see other types of pottery to rival the celadon pottery of Choseon Korea.

It was so valued in Korea that they had entire villages dedicated to pottery. In fact, one remains - Ichon
It remains a place where pottery is still made in the ancient tradition. Actually, as much as they can replicate it. Much of the technique was lost when the Japanese forced Korean potters to translocate to Japan to jump-start their pottery tradition. They even kidnapped entire villages of potters. When Korea became a Japanese colony (by force, not by will) in 1910, they suffered the loss of much of their cultural traditions. It wasn't until after the Korean conflict in the '50's that they started recovering what they had lost over forty years earlier.

So to see an echo of Ichon, a pottery village I had researched for one of my own stories, really makes this post personal for me. I look forward to Darnand visiting this place!

[Acadian]

I really enjoyed this conversation between the two fellas. Sniff, sniff. . . like SubRosa, do I perhaps smell a game side quest at Shetcombe Farm and even hints of talking to Daedric Shrines?

How the two men chose to identify Jesan speaks volumes that is consistent with the character of both of them.

So, Vigge’s gonna make Jerric into a Nordic Soul Gem? Kewl! Seriously, I like the ideas we see here in the differing stories on what is involved in recharging weaponry. I note with happiness that we all seem to take the approach of harnessing magicka from the dying rather than literally trapping souls.

A delightful read! Oh, and love Darnand’s GPS map!

This post has been edited by Acadian: Sep 21 2011, 05:29 PM

[mALX]

GAAAH! You are right, it was Sulinus Vassinus! I just heard the voice file and thought it was Viggie.

This whole chapter was outstanding, but two things really caught my attention over and above the rest: the conversation about the map, and Jerric's continued guilt over the killing of ghosts/zombies/liches, etc. The knee-jerk reaction when killing undead suddenly takes on a depth of thought I've never seen attributed to in any other Oblivion story - it is creative world building in its highest form (and at the same time shows a side of Jerric that is much deeper than his antics would have one think). That side of Jerric is rarely revealed, solid proof of the trusting friendship between himself and Darnand.

Your ability to develop complex characters and their relationships with others is amazing! (I can't find that "Swami/I'm not worthy" emoticon, or it would go here, lol) Awesome Write!

[ghastley]

Training Jerric to recharge is a neat idea. That's something that's illogically missing in the game. If all those NPC's can do it, why can't the player learn the skill?

The only other mechanism that makes sense is if the rechargers have a private stock of soul gems that they use, but then you'd expect them to buy and sell those. I'll have to ask Timo how he does it!

[King Coin]

Chapter 12.5
I think Darnand might have ruined brothels for Jerric. I’ll see in a bit it looks like.

we have a special that’s named after you.”

Jerric stared at her in horror.



Vigge just doesn’t sound normal. You portrayed him wrong! (kidding)

Oh there we go. That’s the Vigge everyone knows and… well not loves but you get the idea.

Chapter 12.6
Wow. I never considered ghosts. I suppose there were many violent and shocking ends that night.

------- looters! Typical. Just typical.

Awesome chapter. Your portrayal of Savlian is what I’ve imagined. That still didn’t keep Aravi from telling him that his count was lying face down in a pool of blood though. She had lots of adrenaline going through her at the time as you could imagine. He seems to have forgiven her for that.

Chapter 12.7 !!!
Neat explanation of the map we enjoy in game. Lol.

I hoped that Jerric wouldn’t go into the ruins after ghosts. I suspected that they were more than the blobs they are represented by in game. No wonder they ask strangers to go in to clear out the ghosts.

Good chapter as well.


Woohoo! Caught up!

[Kazaera]

I haven't been commenting much because it's all been so perfect and so moving that I've had trouble figuring out anything to say... er. >> I do like the magicka explanation, and I *love* Jerric's lateral thinking - if a map can pinpoint your position, can someone use it to locate you, and what does this mean for the security of the Blades?! Not something I ever thought of but it does make sense as a worry! And the ghosts. *weeps*

Also, the pottery village! It struck a chord with me too, but for a very different reason - there is actually a historic pottery village near my hometown (Fredelsloh) where the primary industry still seems to be pottery. I've been there a lot because there's a good day's cycling route that goes there, our favourite pottery shop doubles as a cafe and we get a lot of our cups, plates, teapots, and other ceramic goods from there. I am not a historian, but the way it was explained to me is that pottery villages arise because the ground near the village contains usable clay, meaning that it makes sense for the crafts that need it to cluster. So it made me smile to see one in Cyrodiil!

This post has been edited by Kazaera: Sep 22 2011, 02:42 PM