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ghastley |
Jul 8 2012, 03:07 PM
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Earana is normally looking for a Mage's guild member, rather than just a hired sword. That suggests she knows that Jerric is one, but I expect we'll find out about that soon. However, since his current cover story is mercenary guard, it's good reinforcement for that.
Of course Emfrid would understand a Nord's need to feed. Did the mention of Bitneld imply that you're tying in that piece of story too?
Ulfe's on form again. Too much to quote.
Jerric's imagining Abiene dressed? Are things fading?
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Mods for The Elder Scrolls single-player games, and I play ESO.
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Grits |
Jul 16 2012, 04:14 PM
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Councilor

Joined: 6-November 10
From: The Gold Coast

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SubRosa: Jerric is going to keep wondering about the Odiils, too. He pretty much figures it’s somehow his fault, even if it was goblins. I very nearly missed Heart’s Day myself, since I hadn’t updated my timeline in a while. Abiene would have been furious! Mountain fingers coming right up. Thank you, SubRosa! mALX: Jerric is conflicted over Abiene. On the one hand, he would marry her in a minute. On the other, he’s terrified that the Mythic Dawn will drag her off and torture her to death (like Piner) in case she knows something, so he thinks he should avoid her. But we know he tends to vote with his middle member. I was rolling trying to NOT picture the Jerric/Emfrid/Earana situation. You got me back for the coffee spew!  Thank you so much, mALX! Acadian: I made chili with corn and beans after that episode. Emfrid’s pumpkin stew made me do it! I made the mistake of skimming over Jerric’s first visit to Chorrol, so I hope to give the place a little more flavor this time through. His whole world turned upside down since then, so he kind of has new eyes on everything. I’m glad you mentioned Darnand, it is always a challenge to show what’s going on with him. Thank you so much, Acadian! King Coin: We looked after my mother-in law’s dog for a few years. He was very loveable, but also a little over-eager with the treats. We would toss his far away from us, then our sweet dog would gently take his from our fingers while the wild one was tearing a hole in the floor picking his up. Our boy was so happy when his brother went back home! (They were from the same litter.) Thank you for your kind thoughts about Darnand. And funny you should mention Lildereth… ghastley: I’m sure he runs his mind over every inch of her on a regular basis. Those scenes can be summarized with “Jerric returned, fastening his buckles.”  I’ve taken some small liberties with this quest, hopefully it will still make sense. I thought about using an angle where Earana needed a mage who would accept the spell instead of payment, but in the end I decided she would just hire a fighter to reduce the risk of a double-cross at first. Then once she had the book, she might lure a guild member into escorting her up there so that she could gain the spell, plus getting one of Teekeeus’ mages on her side would rub his nose in it. Jerric’s had two hints from Emfrid about Bittneld now. I hope I can work a matchmaking attempt into this visit. It went so well when he tried to hook Eronor up with Lildereth. Thank you, ghastley! Where we are: In Chorrol. Jerric has taken a room at the Grey Mare, and Darnand is staying at the guild hall. Last night Jerric met an Altmer named Earana. Chapter 15: Chorrol, Part SevenJerric breezed into the Mages Guild reception chamber with a pack over his shoulder and a grin on his face. A long run before sunrise had put him in good spirits. For all the talk of thin mountain air, he was managing. Emfrid’s serene company had more than compensated for Earana’s sour presence at breakfast. Best of all, a note had arrived while he lingered over kahve, waiting for the time when Rasheda’s shop would open. He already knew its contents by heart. Sun’s Dawn 15, 434 My love,
At dawn I rushed outdoors in case the wind might bring the slightest hint of you. I burn knowing that we are within the same city walls and yet apart. My time is not my own.
Seed-Neeus has a guest house behind her shop. I hope with all of my heart that I will see you there tomorrow night.
I am yours.
Abiene He was fairly certain she was not suggesting that his odor might carry across town, but he had returned to the washbasin for another scrub just the same. The scene in the guild hall was a near reenactment of the one from last night. The Chorrol mages had gathered again in animated conversation with visitors, junior members, and one another. Kahve mugs replaced the goblets of wine. Jerric knew that these men produced important work for the guild, he just hadn’t witnessed it yet. Today Teekeeus stood chatting with another Argonian. The two had almost identical head spines and facial markings. Jerric wondered if they shared some kinship. Not knowing how to ask made him feel awkward. He nodded his greetings and made his way up the stairs. The Chorrol guild hall’s large library was surely one of Cyrodiil’s most pleasant chambers. A low ceiling made the room warm and inviting, even though the space was heated by only a single fireplace. Diamond-paned windows were spaced at regular intervals around the walls, and the open staircase to the third floor living quarters featured a broad landing and window wall. Candelabras, chandeliers, and the yellow stained glass window provided ample light of the sort that eased the eyes when reading. Every inch of wall space between the windows held book cases from floor to ceiling. There was plenty of space around the center table, so quiet conversations held there would not carry to the room’s other occupants. Three of the corner alcoves contained their own work tables and comfortable seating. Thick rugs in a masculine style helped define each area. The fourth corner housed a small chamber well stocked with snacks and beverages. Jerric let out a contented sigh. Morning sun flooded in through the round window, marking its pattern in colored light across the floorboards. Darnand sat at a table in the corner between the fireplace and the staircase. His eyes were fixed on the floor, but his mind was obviously elsewhere. He looked up in surprise when Jerric seated himself. “Good morning.” Jerric gave him a friendly punch on the shoulder. Darnand must share his good mood, because he didn’t object. “Indeed. Where is Ulfe?” “Out back playing with a couple of Khajiit kits. And their nan. Grandfa is at the healing hall over at the chapel. They saw me setting our tent up to dry and wandered over.” Darnand leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. “Did you learn their entire history, or just the circumstances of the elder’s health complaints?” “She gave me an earful, that’s for sure. I mean, I like to talk to folk, but there’s a limit. I don’t know how Abiene does it.” Darnand tapped a slip of folded parchment. “I have received a note from Abiene. She will be working through tonight, but I am to call at the chapel tomorrow.” Jerric felt an irrational surge of jealousy. “That’s, uh, great. I guess I’ll, you know, see her some other time.” “Tomorrow is Heart’s Day,” said Darnand. He looked troubled. Jerric’s mind balked at the connection. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to get me anything.” He rose abruptly and headed for the food cupboards. “Do you want a drink?” Is Abiene the one?“No, thank you. The common quarters are largely empty. If the Mare becomes overcrowded with hopeful Polydors and Eloisas tomorrow night, there is plenty of room here.” Jerric returned with an apple. His thoughts were not entirely eased. “Emfrid says I’ll still have the room. I guess folk will go anywhere for tradition, but the Mare isn’t much of a romantic hideaway.” I’ll be with Abiene tomorrow night, he thought. I’ll be with Abiene. He tried not to fidget under Darnand’s attention. “Did you meet with Rasheda as you planned?” Darnand asked. “Yeah.” He pulled his new steel-plated gauntlets out of the pack. “Take a look at these. I need you to go pay for them, the Blades—” Jerric looked around guiltily and lowered his voice. “The Blades order didn’t cover boots, helm, or gauntlets. I left my lucky boots there so Rasheda could fit plates to them. I mean, my speed boots. The arming points are already there from… before, but the plates were… well, they were on the wagon back to Kvatch. Anyway, I sure as hells wish I had my Helm of the Nord back.” Darnand looked up from his examination. “There is an enchantment to fortify your strength, but I struggle to read the rest.” “It has to do with menders’ magic. Rasheda trained me some more, but I still can’t use menders’ hammers on enchanted gear. If I wear those gauntlets, I can. She calls them Rasheda’s Special Gauntlets. Let’s enchant my katana.” Excitement sprang up in Darnand’s eyes. He rose from his seat a little, then sat back down. Jerric laughed. “You can do it whenever you like. With that sigil stone we got last month. I trust you.” “We should discuss enchanting your new armor, now that you have means to repair it.” “Yeah. There are a lot of things in the Deadlands that I can kill, but I need to be stronger, faster, and better protected if I want to keep making it back here. Undetected when I come across a fight I can’t win. Think on that, because even with my Arcane Well I’ve got no idea. It seems like I need two different things.” Darnand nodded, already thinking. “I will give you the hood I enchanted for myself to use until you find another helm.” Jerric’s eyebrows went up. “That’s generous. Course it will let folks know I’m a mage.” “Indeed, and you will not benefit from a hood over a helm with your stunted magicka.” “What’s the enchantment?” “It combines magical resistance with shield magic.” “That’s good,” Jerric said. “I would have guessed you’d fortify your magicka.” Darnand looked abashed. “That was my intention. Lildereth convinced me to make a more defensive choice.” “More balanced is how I guess she’d put it.” They shared a look. “Those were her very words,” said Darnand. Teekeeus entered the library and walked directly to their table. “I have a free moment, Associate,” he said to Jerric. Jerric stood up. “Oh, uh, right. I’d like to…” Teekeeus sat down. So did Jerric. “I’d like to earn a recommendation from you. To the Arcane University.” “Ah, yes. Though you are known to me, I’m afraid I can’t just write one out of hand. That would be against protocols, you see. If perhaps you can clear up a small matter involving a hostile mage, you can prove your loyalty to the guild and earn my recommendation.” “Sure. What do I need to do?” “There is an Altmeri female in town. Perhaps you have seen her loitering in Great Oak Place. Her name is Earana. She is a mage, but not a guild member. Though she has not approached me, I know she is here for something. I would like you to find out what it is. Determine what she’s after, and how we may be rid of her. I do not want her here, spreading her lies.” Jerric couldn’t believe it. “She tried to hire me last night. She wants someone to go search a mountaintop for her.” Teekeeus let out an agitated hiss. “Cloud Top?” “She didn’t say.” His claws made a small sound digging into the table. “It must be! She has found it! Earana seeks power that she has not earned. She has no respect for the Arcane Arts. She would accuse me of misusing my influence, but it is she who—” Teekeeus stilled his agitated fingers. Jerric could smell his musk. “I could go back and let her hire me,” Jerric said. “Then she’d have to tell me what this is about.” The thought of deception made his stomach ache. “Although I guess she saw me come in here a little while ago.” Teekeeus’ eyes narrowed. “That might work in our favor. Earana and I were once associates. Though I am certain that she is in Chorrol as a result of our proximity to Cloud Top, she cannot resist the opportunity to annoy me and harass guild mages.” Jerric rubbed a hand over his face. “I’m really not very good at tricking people. Maybe I should just go up there and look around. I can tell you what I find.” The problem that was bothering him became clear in his mind. “Why do you think she wants to hire someone? Why doesn’t she just go up there herself?” Teekeeus appeared to be lost in thought. Darnand glanced at his chapter head before he answered. “Why do folk travel in caravans, Jerric?” “Well, the road can be dangerous. Highwaymen, wild animals, hostile creatures, goblins, daedra, not to mention bad weather and… Oh.” “Indeed. The hills around Cloud Top are infested with imps. You will enjoy their company, of course. An Altmer would be more vulnerable to their attacks, as would someone like me, born under the Apprentice. The road is steep and often icy. The imps simply fly over the rocks. One cannot dodge their spells or flee from a swarm of them, as one might down here on the plains.” “There is a possibility of landslides,” added Teekeeus. Jerric realized that those were the same reasons that the Argonian was reluctant to go look for himself. “Can you show me on your map?” he asked Darnand. “How long do you think it will take?” “Less than a day in good weather. Shall I accompany you? We could ride most of the way.” Jerric shook his head. “No, and I’ll leave Ulfe. I’ll bring a bedroll just in case. I could stand to stretch my legs a little.” Darnand caught Jerric’s eyes with his own. “You will wear your new armor.” He knows I’ll be looking for Gates, Jerric realized. “Yeah.” Teekeeus spoke. “There is a pillar in the ruin that has been transported there from another site. I suggest you begin your search in that area.” He moved toward the stairs to the living quarters. “I will await your report.” Jerric leaned in toward Darnand. “Why didn’t he just talk to her himself? What do you know about this woman?” “He does not trust himself,” said Darnand. “Appearances and protocol are important to Teekeeus. He does not want to find himself shouting at her in the street, or worse.” “Do you know what happened between them?” “I listened to the gossip last night. They were colleagues at the Arcane University, studying some sort of Ayleid weather magic. They had a difference of opinion. Teekeeus confessed their misdeeds to the Council of Mages, and she was expelled from the guild. However, she still had influential friends there. They pressured the Council to remove Teekeeus from his position for his part in their work. All of this happened some time ago. When I met him, he was already chapter head here in Chorrol.” Jerric considered. “I guess that’s worse than just hitting him with some pain. What do you suppose I’m looking for?” “I should think a person engaged in some activity, perhaps in possession of a specific item or papers. Teekeeus had some notes stolen from here in the guild hall some time ago. That is why there is an additional lock on his door. Perhaps Earana has been working with another mage, and they stole the notes.” Jerric gave him the Lildereth-style eyebrow, or at least his best rendition. Darnand shrugged. “It reflects poorly upon my character, but that is what I might do.” That sat quietly with their thoughts for a moment. Jerric remembered the promise he had made the night before. He stuck the apple into his pack. “Say, have you had breakfast?” . This post has been edited by Grits: Jul 16 2012, 04:35 PM
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TrisRed |
Jul 16 2012, 05:33 PM
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Joined: 4-March 11

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Grr! It appears Jerric will have to cross paths with Earana again. Although he might not have a problem with this, I detest the woman! Haha Although I enjoyed the small fact that Jerric had doubts about manipulating Earana for the sake of getting information for Teekneus. Very real and human. One of the many things I like about Jerric! Can't wait to see what happens next 
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ghastley |
Jul 16 2012, 06:35 PM
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Councilor

Joined: 13-December 10

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He was fairly certain she was not suggesting that his odor might carry across town, but he had returned to the washbasin for another scrub just the same. Not a cold shower ?
I'm not sure I'd like to have an Armorer skill boost on a piece of armor. Murphy's law dictates that it would be broken when you needed to use it (to help repair itself). Let's hope this little quest will let him level up and he can get some more training from Rasheda. On a related note, I don't like using Sigil Stones on weapons, because they limit you to a single enchantment, and to my mind, a weapon needs damage + soul trap, so that it supplies its own recharge. Hopefully that stone would provide something useful on a replacement helm.
Eager to see what path you take through the FotM quest.
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SubRosa |
Jul 16 2012, 09:56 PM
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Ancient

Joined: 14-March 10
From: Between The Worlds

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From that letter, I see what has Jerric in a good mood! I hope he does not forget it will be Heart's Day soon! Jerric knew that these men produced important work for the guild, he just hadn’t witnessed it yet. Reminds me of where I work... She will be working through tonight, but I am to call at the chapel tomorrowToo bad about that... “I have a free moment, Associate,” he said to Jerric.Well isn't that nice. Good for you boatmaster. That would be against protocols, you see.Because the protocols are to make the player character do some absolute b.s. fetch and carry grunt work that has nothing to do with magical study or research, and is really about being an unpaid mercenary for the chapter head. Sorry, do I sound jaded? “Why do folk travel in caravans, Jerric?”Unlike the game, you do give us a reason for why Earana does not just walk up to Cloud Top and get the useless book herself. That was good work. I wonder when Jerric is planning on leaving on his expedition? Hearts Day would be my guess. Since he is meeting Abiene in the evening, that should work out. Of course then he needs to get a HD gift quick! An interesting twist with Earana perhaps trying to get a mage to steal Teekeus' notes. That makes it more interesting. I also like that Jerric balked from the game's set course of double-crossing Earana. In the game I always thought Teekeus was much more despicable than Earana. Despite her haughty attitude (she is an Altmer after all), Earana plays straight with you. Teekeus OTOH demands that you double-cross her, and depending on how it plays out, rob her. Plus he blackmails you with your University recommendation to get you to do it. Talk about a slime-ball. This post has been edited by SubRosa: Jul 16 2012, 09:57 PM
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Acadian |
Jul 17 2012, 01:39 AM
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Joined: 14-March 10
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A beautiful note from Abiene! I loved your description of the guild’s library – I could picture the one in the game, only yours is better. So Darnand got a note from Abiene too. . . . I really enjoyed Jerric’s talking with Darnand while his internal thoughts contained hopes and some doubts about Abiene. “Indeed. The hills around Cloud Top are infested with imps. You will enjoy their company, of course. An Altmer would be more vulnerable to their attacks, as would someone like me, born under the Apprentice. The road is steep and often icy. The imps simply fly over the rocks. One cannot dodge their spells or flee from a swarm of them, as one might down here on the plains.” This is very neat! It reminds us of Jerric’s Atronach birthsign as well as the vulnerabilities inherent to the Apprentice sign or Altmeri race. It also, as SubRosa mentioned, explains why the task is not suited to parchment princes. I’m looking forward to your treatment of the quest. I actually have no problem with Teekeeus; he does indeed give the prospective University student a chance to clearly prove their loyalty to the guild. “Say, have you had breakfast?” This is what Jerric says when he’s been forced to think too much. In this case about Abiene, Earana, enchanted armor and imp chips. Wonderful episode, Grits!
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mALX |
Jul 17 2012, 07:03 AM
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Joined: 14-March 10
From: Cyrodiil, the Wastelands, and BFE TN

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WOO HOO !!! What an Awesome surprise this was !!! QUOTE He was fairly certain she was not suggesting that his odor might carry across town, but he had returned to the washbasin for another scrub just the same.
SPEW !!! ROFL !!! QUOTE He rose abruptly and headed for the food cupboards. “Do you want a drink?” Is Abiene the one?
That's exactly what I've been wondering. Jerric is so torn, the jealousy and the best friend. He'll have to give one up if Abiene is the one Darnand was holding himself for. (Either be happy for his friend and give up the jealousy or lose Darnand's friendship if his jealousy rages - and maybe Abiene's too). She still has that problem of not wanting to be seen publically with Nords, ashamed of her draw to them. (or what she perceives her family will think of them). QUOTE They shared a look. “Those were her very words,” said Darnand.
Jerric really gets to know people on a deeper level, proven by this knowledge of Lildereth. LOVED seeing Jerric up on the boards again, Awesome Write !!!!
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Jul 18 2012, 12:24 AM
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I was grinning after reading the note, and then even more at Jerric’s return to the washbasin.  I am looking forward to seeing Abiene again, even though I’m fairly certain that Darnand’s going to soon learn of their relationship. I know which corner of the library Jerric will be most fond of. I wonder what Darnand’s reaction to that library was? Maybe access to that other one might have dulled some of the delight, but he didn’t have to pay in his life energy either. The library makes the Chorrol hall my favorite. Where is Ulfe?”
“Out back playing with a couple of Khajiit kits.How adorable! “Do you want a drink?” Is Abiene the one?Interesting. I didn’t anticipate Jerric being the first to figure it out, but then again, he’s the people person of the group. Darnand read Jerric’s mind about the gates. 
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Jul 19 2012, 12:45 PM
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Councilor

Joined: 21-October 11

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Blimey!!... Another love triangle?...  ... So...Are either of them going to make their minds (or whichever part required  ) up?.. Loved both chapters... Chorrol is pretty much my fave city...And you really are painting the place beautifully... Emfrid is lovely in the game so it's cool to see her here... Loving the mages guild place and Teekeus...Brilliant stuff... Love every word of it...  ... Nice one!!... *Applauds heartily*...
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Grits |
Jul 23 2012, 04:46 PM
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Joined: 6-November 10
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Rihanae: Thank you, Rihanae! You’re right, he’s eventually going to have to deal with Earana again. I’m happy to change the details, but I didn’t want to leave Earana completely out of the second part of this quest. ghastley: Oh dear, I never thought of trying to repair broken gauntlets with broken gauntlets.  In his game Jerric has used the unbreakable hammer for ages. He and Darnand are short soul gems and not guaranteed an opportunity to enchant anything, so the sigil stones are their best shot at a strong enchantment. Including Soul Trap would be far better, though. This quest has been much more fun to write than it was to play. Thank you, ghastley! SubRosa: That’s the one thing I like about Earana, although taken as a whole I dislike her. She is up front about everything that she wants you to do (even about stealing the book back from Teekeeus), and she keeps her end of the deal if you help her. And if you don’t, she screams in your face in front of the whole town. Plus she’s well known as a trouble maker, which makes me think that she stirs the pot right out in the open. You’re right about Jerric’s schedule, he’s headed up hill in the morning. Thank you, SubRosa! Acadian: You are exactly right about Jerric’s response to mental overload, if he can’t drop his trousers or punch something, he heads to the bar/kitchen. I’m glad you liked Abiene’s note. She has worked her way into five of this chapter’s episodes, starting with this one. The quest will come back through several updates as well. It’s been fun to play with since Darnand is connected to Chorrol, and Jerric is not having a single player experience. Thank you, Acadian! mALX: Yep, you saw this conflict coming ages ago, and even though Jerric slammed the lid on it for now, the seed has been planted. You’re right, he’s going to struggle with his loyalties if he doesn’t manage to keep ignoring or denying it. And you know he’s too intuitive to miss the next hint. Thank you, mALX! King Coin: I’m sure you can tell how much I like that library.  Darnand has probably read every book in there, but that’s one of the few places that gives him a feeling of home. I thought you’d like those Khajiit kits. I think Khajiit and wood elf youngsters would be unbelievably cute. Thank you, KC! McBadgere: You’re back, yay!  I’m glad you’re enjoying Chorrol. There’s a little more sight-seeing next. I think Argonian communication could be interesting, with lots of clicks and hisses that could color meaning, possibly a scent language, plus the whole Hist thing. Teekeeus gave them a nose full of “I’m upset.”  Thank you, McB! Where we are: Chorrol. Jerric has been tasked with searching Cloud Top for evidence of something. Darnand got a note from Abiene asking him to visit her today. Jerric got a note from Abiene asking him to meet her at the guest cottage tonight. This one ran a touch long. I blame Abiene. Chapter 15: Chorrol, Part EightDarnand stepped out of Renoit’s Books and turned toward the chapel. The day’s shopping had gone well, for the most part. His negotiation with Rasheda had left them both outraged, a sure sign of a well-struck bargain. He had purchased a sturdy, even tempered gelding, well-suited to their needs and unremarkable in appearance. Their camp inventory had been pared down to essentials, easily carried by three horses with riders. He had even bolstered Jerric’s supply of undergarments, hoping that the Nord might someday decide to wear them. His search for the Commentaries was the only disappointment. None of Chorrol’s book vendors had offered any leads. A gust of wind cut through Darnand’s robe and sent hair flopping into his eyes again. One hand pushed it back nervously as the other renewed his warming spell. Vanity was the source of these troubles. This new robe looked well on him, but it was more suited for early autumn than cold spring. His winter cloak was finely made but too travel-worn to make a good appearance, and so he did without. Jerric was right to tease about this impractical haircut. At least he had not committed the foolishness of new shoes. His old ones had cleaned up nicely with a few hours’ effort, and this way he would not spend the afternoon hiding sore feet from a healer. His steps quickened when he saw her. Standing on the chapel stairs in conversation with a Chorrol Guardsman. She touched the man’s arm in farewell and skipped down to meet him. “Darnand!” she cried. “Abiene.” Everything in his heart was there in her name. He couldn’t breathe for a moment. Then she bounced up and kissed his cheek, laughing. “I’m so pleased to see you!” She wore her brown cloak, but her hands were freezing. He tucked one through his arm and warmed it with his. “You’re not using your spell against the cold.” “I need all of my magicka for treatments,” Abiene sighed. “I use so many potions, I hardly want to eat any more. I’ll have rounds again when I return. I’m so glad you didn’t mind meeting me in the afternoon.” She squeezed his arm and smiled up at him. “Shall we walk? I miss our evening strolls, my friend.” Darnand turned their steps toward Fountain Gate. He kept her arm in his and cast the frost resistance spell over both of them. “Tell me of your studies,” said Darnand. “I have much to learn from Master Selvilo, but there is often tension between us. Where I would hope for compassion over piety in a healer, he wishes the reverse of me.” “Your field bridges faith, medicine, and magic. There will certainly be conflict between practitioners. Tell me, how did you proceed with the brain-injured man?” A shadow fell over Abiene’s face. Now he saw how pale and drawn she looked. “I could not heal him. I tried, Darnand. Even after he was discharged from the healing hall, I met him in secret and still tried. There is so much I don’t know about what’s inside someone’s head. I found where connections had been severed, but I didn’t have the power to remake them. I shouldn’t have even tried. He stopped breathing once. I almost lost him, Darnand. It was terrifying!” A Redguard couple smiled and greeted Abiene, but they didn’t stop to chat. Other folk on the street gave her the same treatment, Darnand noticed. She was familiar to many, but they all gave her privacy. “Master Selvilo is not troubled by fear,” Abiene continued. “When someone dies on our table, he just goes on. It doesn’t touch him. He sees them as conditions, not beings. I just can’t do that. Carahil was right about me. I don’t know if I’m made for this work.” “You will find your own way, I am certain. It is difficult to be patient with oneself.” Abiene chewed on her lip for a few moments as they walked. Finally she spoke, barely above a whisper. “I think I should try… I believe it would help to… examine the dead. In an invasive manner. Particularly those who have died of head trauma.” Her troubled eyes found his. “Do you…?” “I know the kind of examination you mean. Your caution is justified. An evaluation while the subject still lives would be more instructive, but of course I could not condone such a thing.” Abiene looked shocked, so he quickly continued. “As I told you before, I have found material in my studies that would be of interest to you. Not the rituals that reanimate a body, but the methods that necromancers use to repair their constructs. The transfer of energy is the same.” He had to squash the urge to blurt out the knowledge he had gained from Ilmerion. Another time, he told himself. After another long moment, Abiene nodded her head. “Thank you, Darnand. I will borrow your materials. And I will be careful.” Their path took them around the Healer’s Hand statue and up through the castle grounds. The reflecting pool still held patches of ice, scored by marks from ice skates. Darnand led them on the wandering trail through the boulders between the castle and Great Oak Place. “My mother enjoyed walking here,” Darnand remarked before he could think what he was saying. “Did you live nearby?” Abiene’s tone was gentle and warm again. “Indeed. Penoit Hall is on Great Oak Place. For years I lived at the guild hall right beneath my brother’s windows. I taught myself not to see him.” Abiene pressed his arm between her hands. As much as Darnand appreciated her joyful energy, it was her quiet way of soothing that caught at the heart. Somehow she just knew. They stopped and sat with their shoulders touching on the sunny side of the Great Oak. Darnand recounted tales of their journey from Anvil. Abiene laughed at all of the right moments. For a time they shared a companionable silence, simply watching folk pass by. Darnand shied away from sharing more personal thoughts, as it left him feeling exposed and uncomfortable. The chapel bells rang. It was time for him to summon the nerve and speak up. Abiene gave herself a tiny shake and spoke first. “Tell me some more of our friends. How is dear Lildereth?” Darnand found he couldn’t swallow, much less speak. Only Abiene could call the elf “dear,” but that would sound rude even if he hadn’t recently coupled with her. He glanced down the street, desperate for distraction. A tall figure strode toward them, steps light despite his packs and weapons. The man’s hair stood up as if caught by a windstorm. “Jerric,” he said with a rush of relief. His friend’s face lit up when he saw them. After a quick grin at Darnand, Jerric’s eyes stayed locked on Abiene. They stood as Jerric reached them. When he held his hands out, Abiene stepped into his embrace. Darnand heard Jerric’s rumble and Abiene’s soft reply. He noticed his hood buttoned at Jerric’s throat but pushed down his back. “Have you been ill?” Jerric asked her. Abiene pressed her palms against his breastplate. “That’s a nice way to greet a friend.” Jerric leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. “I’m sorry. Abiene, it’s good to see you. How was that?” “Better,” she smiled. “New armor? You looked tired, Jerric. How are you resting?” Jerric and Darnand exchanged a look, and Abiene laughed. “I can’t help myself,” she admitted. “I’m on my way to the guild hall. Thought I’d drop off my gear and maybe throw a stick for the dog. Have you two eaten? You both could stand a meal, I’d wager.” Jerric gave him a significant look over Abiene’s head. He found something at Cloud Top, Darnand realized. “Perhaps—” “Not at the guild hall,” said Abiene. “No, thank you.” Jerric gave one of his quick nods. “I’ll catch up with you later, Darnand. Abiene, it’s good to see you. Breton, take this lady somewhere nice. After all, it’s Heart’s Day.” The Nord hoisted his pack over a shoulder, shifting his weight in the way that signaled an impending dash into the bushes. Darnand supposed that the wearing of heavy armor required a certain mastery of the bowels. He would have liked a little time to prepare himself, but Darnand had a suggestion ready. “I know a quiet place where they serve the cuisine of Evermore,” he said to Abiene. “It is in West Chorrol. Will you accompany me? I would like to dine with you. Perhaps they have made some pinwheel cakes.” Abiene’s sweet smile told him she remembered. “I would be honored.” She took his arm and looked up at Jerric. “I’ll see you soon, my friend.” Jerric sent Darnand another meaningful look as he turned away. I shall have to ask him to explain later, Darnand thought. There is only so much I can read in a tilted head and wrinkled brows. The House of Fournier was a single-family dwelling west of the chapel. Mister and Mistress Fournier had been serving meals on the ground level as long as Darnand could remember. It was the one restaurant in Chorrol where he could be sure to get a table on Heart’s Day. Mistress Fournier had been a friend of his mother’s. The menu was written on a slate propped outside the door. Everyone received the same meal, cooked at the back of the house and served by the family’s own hands. They paired excellent wine with every course. In a small way it felt like an echo of home. Mistress Fournier greeted them with unrestrained cheer. “Darnand! What a surprise! And who is your guest?” She turned her head and called toward the back of the house. “Thierre! Come and see, Darnand has returned!” Darnand could remember every hateful word he had hurled at these generous people. Their forgiveness did not allow him to pardon himself, but overcoming his awkwardness was its own penance. He and Abiene were soon ensconced at a round table in front of the fire. “To awaken the palate,” announced Mister Fournier. He slid a small plate between them while his wife poured sparkling wine. Each tiny cracker featured a different smear of paste, an herb leaf, and an additional small something. One held a trio of fish eggs, another a single bean. Abiene clasped her hands in delight. Darnand relaxed. Everything would be perfect. The meal seemed to pass quickly, though the many small courses were paced for leisurely appreciation. Abiene savored her food and wine with a Dibellan’s grace. Darnand found his concerns melting to the back of his mind as he simply enjoyed her company. He was surprised when he discovered their plates had been cleared away. He realized it was time. Darnand slipped a hand into his robe pocket. He had spent hours searching Anvil’s clothiers, jewelers, and general merchants until he had considered every bracelet that was for sale in the city. He possessed an eye for quality, but no knowledge of fashion. In the end he had chosen a piece that simply looked like Abiene. A slender crescent of tiger whelk shell that should fit as snugly as a cuff against her wrist. The only pattern was the shell’s own subtle variations in color and translucence. Now that the moment had arrived, his confidence deserted him. He passed the package across. “For your birthday.” Abiene’s face lit with pure delight, even before she opened the wrapper. “Oh, thank you!” She held her arm out for him to see. “Darnand, it’s perfect! It will complement everything I wear. What’s the enchantment?” “It is a spell I wrote for you. Similar to Sea Strider, but… Give me your hands, I will show you.” Abiene learned the spell all too quickly. “It’s a rain bracelet! You remembered how I admired Carahil’s.” She tilted her head to the side as he let go. “You made this spell? At the Praxographical Center?” “No, in a… private facility. With Lildereth’s help I gained access to the Chironasium, but I should not like to attempt that deception a second time.” “You enchanted it yourself, too? Darnand, thank you.” She ran her fingers across the bracelet. “I suppose I shouldn’t ask you any more questions, Associate.” Darnand felt himself flush. His urgent conjugation with Lildereth had given rise to a host of specific thoughts about Abiene. It was hard to focus on Abiene’s admirable character when her lips curled into that teasing smile. “I have a new spell to show you, as well,” she told him. “Though I did not create it. Here.” She dipped a fingertip into her wine and drew a line across his palm. The sensation shot straight through him. Abiene licked her finger and then held her hand out flat, facing down at the table. Pale blue light glowed under it. “This is the spell we use to debride wounds. It eliminates everything that is not the patient’s living tissue. That includes fingernails and the occasional tooth, so hold still.” When she passed the light over his palm, the droplets simply disappeared. “Destruction?” he guessed, shifting in his seat. “They said Alteration. I suppose it changes everything into air. It’s not a strong spell for safety reasons, so glass shards and splinters take some effort to remove.” She ran her thumb along the base of his fingers. “How did you get these calluses? Do you want me to dissolve them?” “No, thank you. I should not like to experience the blisters again.” Darnand gently withdrew his hand. “I have been sparring with Jerric. He is teaching me to block with my walking stick. I hold out the hope of someday landing a blow, should he ever be sufficiently distracted.” Mistress Fournier approached, to Darnand’s regret. He hoped he would not need to stand for at least a few more minutes. “May I bring your desserts?” she asked. “Oh, yes!” said Abiene. Pinwheel cakes were not among the offerings, but Abiene did not seem disappointed. She laughed and teased through the rest of the meal, dividing even the smallest meringue so they could each have a taste. The sweets brought nostalgia, and Abiene shared her memories of home. Darnand’s mind strayed to Saturalia. His arms ached to hold her again. Too soon they were standing in the crisp moonlight. Abiene tugged her hood around her face. As ever, her smile was framed by unruly curls. I could procure a room for us, Darnand thought. This day is for lovers, no inn would turn us away. He cleared his throat. “Perhaps we should return to the chapel. You might rest before your next shift. May I walk with you?” . This post has been edited by Grits: Jul 24 2012, 12:31 PM
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Jul 23 2012, 05:30 PM
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* Darnand never ceases to surprise with his depths. He is seemingly the same, but the changes in him this past year are seeming so subtly wrought that it is hard to tell if they really are changes or strengths he's always had that we just didn't notice until time passed and we came to know him. (as much as Darnand lets anyone know him, lol. His idea of spilling his guts ends up being under three words and is the equivalent of one of Jerric's grunts, ROFL !!) I could envision Darnand with a bright red face (inadvertantly giving away their intimate secret) when Abiene asked about Lildereth, ROFL !! Jerric's first words to Abiene being about a meal, ROFL !!! No wonder she is afraid to marry a Nord, who could afford to feed one? ROFL !!! QUOTE Jerric sent Darnand another meaningful look as he turned away. I shall have to ask him to explain later, Darnand thought. There is only so much I can read in a tilted head and wrinkled brows.
SPEW !!! Can't read what you don't want to, more like. Darnand is making his move and Jerric + saving Cyrodiil have to take a weak second place, ROFL !!! QUOTE Mistress Fournier approached, to Darnand’s regret. He hoped he would not need to stand for at least a few more minutes.
It appears Darnand is ready enough for making that move he is trying to accomplish, ROFL !!! Uh oh, Darnand chickened out at the last minute. That gives Jerric a foot in the door to make this Heart’s Day special for Abiene - Dibella style. Urk, this is a cliffhanger for me !!! Totally AWESOME WRITE !!!!!! *
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Jul 23 2012, 05:41 PM
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His negotiation with Rasheda had left them both outraged, a sure sign of a well-struck bargain.This gave me more than a faint smile. I see Darnand has spiffed himself up for his meeting with the Abster. Troubador hair, fancy robe, shoes buffed up for hours. Every girl's crazy about a sharp dressed man. I suppose we will see about that though... “Abiene.” Everything in his heart was there in her name. He couldn’t breathe for a moment.Poor man, he still has it bad. Nothing hurts like unrequited love. There is so much I don’t know about what’s inside someone’s head.Wow, a woman who is honest!  Sorry, in spite of the serious subject, that one line just leapt out at me. I liked Abiene's description of her teacher, and how you have chosen to present him. Both he and Abiene represent different ends of the medical/healer spectrum. Those who want to help people with all of their hearts, and those who have hardened their hearts against feeling loss when the inevitable failure happens. Abiene has a difficult quandry. She feels too much for her patients, and if she continues on as she is, eventually she will burn out. Like she said, she might not be made for this after all. I can relate to how she feels. I love animals so much that I could never be a veterinarian. But I am so calloused toward people that I could be a doctor with no problem. I am even like that watching movies. I can see humans being killed left and right and not feel a thing. But kick one dog, and I am all in an emotional uproar. And Jerric makes his cryptic appearance. I wonder if he was giving long meaningful glances to Darnand about Earana? She does like to haunt the Great Oak. And Darnand knows a French restaurant! I hope there aren't any snails on Abiene's plate! What a wonderful bracelet! Plus and excellent enchantment. Now Abiene can walk between the raindrops. I felt so bad for him the entire time though. He is so head over heels for Abiene, and so utterly doomed. Whenever he finally works up the nerve to spill the beans, it is going to be ugly. That is a very handy spell of Abiene's that removes foreign or dead tissue. One of the worst killers with bullet wounds is not the bullet itself, but the pieces of cloth that get pushed in the wound. Then they rot, and cause fatal infections. Where the bullet OTOH is sterilized from the heat of being fired from the gun. This post has been edited by SubRosa: Jul 24 2012, 03:12 AM
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Jul 23 2012, 06:30 PM
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QUOTE His urgent conjugation with Lildereth had given rise to a host of specific thoughts about Abiene. I was going to write something about putting the genie back in the bottle, but that seemed inappropriate as a metaphor.
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Jul 23 2012, 07:11 PM
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QUOTE(ghastley @ Jul 23 2012, 01:30 PM)  QUOTE His urgent conjugation with Lildereth had given rise to a host of specific thoughts about Abiene. I was going to write something about putting the genie back in the bottle, but that seemed inappropriate as a metaphor. Or right on the mark, as that is exactly what Darnand's mind is leading to. Unfortunately, he lacks the courage to leap on her like a hungry leopard and...er...dip his genie in her bottle.
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Jul 24 2012, 12:32 AM
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‘Their path took them around the Healer’s Hand statue and up through the castle grounds. The reflecting pool still held patches of ice, scored by marks from ice skates. Darnand led them on the wandering trail through the boulders between the castle and Great Oak Place.’ Another magnificently immersive Grits description that seems to flow so effortlessly from your quill. ‘Abiene’s sweet smile told him she remembered.’ This was perfect. There was a nagging familiarity about the pinwheels. When Abiene remembered, so did I – the ball at Castle Anvil with Darnand and splitting the sweets and dancing. . . . What a neat reminder of Darnand’s interests and Abiene’s thirst for healing knowledge as the two discussed opening a dead skull up to see how the insides work. I was impressed by Jerric’s restrained and rather gentlemanly behavior when the trio briefly crossed paths. ‘He hoped he would not need to stand for at least a few more minutes.’ ‘I could procure a room for us, Darnand thought. This day is for lovers, no inn would turn us away. He cleared his throat. “Perhaps we should return to the chapel. You might rest before your next shift. May I walk with you?” By Dibella, there is quite a disconnect between Darnand’s thoughts and his words – how delightful that this was from his perspective so we could snoop on his thoughts! As ever, you captured Darnand, Abiene and Jerric perfectly here.
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Jul 24 2012, 02:40 AM
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Sounds like they’ve been keeping Abiene busy with healing. Poor Darnand, he gets to take her for the evening stroll and Jerric gets to share her bed at night!  Just as before, Abiene gets too wrapped up in her patients, sneaking out to heal a brain injury and almost killing the man!  I can hardly fault her for such a quality though, taking a real interest in her practice and people. The people like and respect her for it. Yikes! Darnand knows a lot about necromancy! I wonder… if Abiene’s healing methods also allow her to read people. She seemed to do that quite well with Darnand. Maybe it was just familiarity though. Now that I think of it, I think it’s familiarity. If she could read people, then Darnand’s crush would never have been so. Curse the lack of confidence! That was a Heart’s Day present, not a birthday present! To the chapel? C’mon, you had the right idea with the inn before. Ah, too bad she has plans already anyways.
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Jul 26 2012, 04:36 PM
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Here's a second update this week, I didn’t want to wait too long since the last section and the next two go so closely together. I’m sure this won’t become a habit! Also, I went back in the last part and edited Darnand’s thought to “He has found something at Cloud Top” to make it more clear what Jerric was contorting his face about. Just thought I’d mention it. mALX: Thank you for your kind words about Darnand. I have been waiting so long for the chance to let him show what’s really on his mind. After all, the whole story opened with Darnand thinking about Abiene (and annoyed with Jerric  ). You’re right, saving the world is going to have to wait until after Heart’s Day. That’s two more updates, so keep holding on to that cliff!! Thank you so much, mALX! SubRosa: You are exactly right about Abiene’s dilemma. Carahil has been telling her for over a year, and now Abiene has finally admitted it to herself. Abiene’s journey deserves its own story, or so she keeps insisting.  So it's good to know her parts are coming through when she gets her moments. I’m glad you liked the Debride spell. (It took me forever to work out the details.) The way healing works in Jerric’s world would result in a lot of abscesses and lingering infections if done improperly, so folk still need chapels and trained healers. Thank you, Subrosa! ghastley: Thank you so much for that mental image!  And you’re right, there’s no going back now. Acadian: I have been waiting for a chance to give Darnand his own episode, since as you pointed out the disconnect between his thoughts and his words makes most of his mind a complete mystery to observers. Even when Jerric gets it right, he’s only catching part of the story. There will be another Darnand part in this chapter, since that’s the only way I know to get his thoughts across. He is not a big communicator. Whew, I really hoped that the pinwheel cakes would be a reminder of their warm friendship, so that the depth Darnand’s feeling wouldn’t seem like something new. Thank you so much, Acadian! King Coin: Darnand is definitely getting a bad deal this Heart’s Day! While I was writing the next parts I kept thinking, unfair! Interesting that you brought up whether Abiene can read people. Jerric has his suspicions, since she’s very good at guessing. Plus she’s admitted that she connects on an emotional and spiritual level with her patients, which gives her more to work with. She’ll explain more about where she gets her abilities while the crew is in Chorrol, but as you determined, she’s not a mind reader. Although if she could peek into people’s thoughts, she totally would! For their own good, of course.  Thank you, KC! Where we are: Heart’s Day in Chorrol. Jerric has returned from his mountain mission and attempted to communicate through wiggling his eyebrows. Darnand has wined and dined Abiene, then dropped her off at the chapel door. Lildereth is in parts unknown. Chapter 15: Chorrol, Part NineJerric spent the hours before dinner cleaning and stowing his gear. For all the dangers Teekeeus and Earana must have feared, Jerric had only encountered winter-lean deer, one shy wolf, and a few frisky imps. He and the imps had traded frost and shock spells most of the way up one long set of steps, until the biggest one swooped close enough for Jerric to smack it with his shield. Then the imps developed a sudden interest in some unseen quarry, leaving him alone for the rest of the climb. During the whole day in the hills, Jerric hadn’t even once drawn a blade. Thoughts of Darnand and Abiene wanted to creep into his mind, but he kept his attention on his hands. In time this new armor would become as familiar as his skin. He carefully examined every strap, buckle, and rivet after the day’s exercise. Rasheda’s work was without fault. She had put a matte finish on the dark metal and slightly mis-matched the pieces as if some plates had been replaced. Wearing it, Jerric had the look of a hard-working mercenary who had invested heavily in his shield and swords. Jerric gave himself a sniff test after he hung his arming doublet and leggings to air. Good enough for dinner. He shrugged into a tunic and loose trousers. As he closed the cupboard, an unfamiliar parcel caught his eye. Darnand, he thought with a grin. Let’s see what he bought me. Linen drawers, a pair of doeskin camp moccasins, and a tin of armpit powder. Jerric laughed. The Breton did manage to trip over Jerric’s boots at least once every night. He supposed the absence of a spare comb and breath freshener should be considered a compliment. There was something under the stack of undergarments. Jerric laughed again. It was a wide-toothed comb. Dinner was roast pork, sour cabbage, mashed potatoes, pickled beets and onions, and kale cooked with vinegar and red pepper flakes. Jerric hoped that spring vegetables would be in by the time they reached Cheydinhal. He wondered what Darnand and Abiene were having. Earana was the subject on everyone else’s mind. “I passed her in the circle this afternoon,” said Angalmo. “You wouldn't believe the look she gave me!” Alberic gestured with his fork. “Whatever her problem is, she's taking it out on the entire guild!” Jerric waited for Teekeeus to speak up, but he kept his lips tight and his eyes narrow. The Argonian drank more than he ate. Jerric decided to speak with Earana the next time he saw her. After dinner at the Chorrol hall meant brandy and pipes in the library, followed by cheese and fruit, then eventually kahve and sweets. Jerric took Ulfe for a walk around Great Oak Place instead. The hound loved to run after sticks, but her retrieving was not reliable. She often romped back full of pride and expectations, leaving her toy where it landed. Jerric would compensate by elaborately miming another throw. Sometimes Ulfe returned with a rock, a bone, or an entirely different stick. The chapel bells rang nine of the evening watch. Jerric looked down the street toward Fountain Gate for the hundredth time. What was taking them so long? He planned to head to the bathhouse shortly after Darnand returned to the guild hall. That would give Abiene time to see to her patients and allow him to arrive at her doorstep in as fresh a condition as possible. Now he began to wonder if his friend was on some unspoken errand. He decided to go clean his teeth to kill some time. Ulfe pranced over to Athragar as they passed through the library. She sat down in front of him as precisely as if posing for a statue. The Bosmer crooned to her as he carved off several Septim’s worth of finely veined blue cheese. Ulfe accepted his offering with the dignity of a queen. Then she swiped Athragar’s face with her tongue. “Have you read the materials I gave you?” Athragar asked Jerric, drying off with a pocket square. “Uh, no. Not all of them.” Athragar raised an admonitory finger. “I’ve memorized the incantations,” Jerric said quickly. “I chanted for hours in my head today. I don’t even hear the words any more, just like you said.” “In that case, let us proceed as we planned. We will spend tomorrow preparing you for the ritual. Keep your fast on Morndas morning. Water and kahve are permitted, but not so much that you will need to relieve yourself once you are sealed in the summoning chamber.” “Uh, yeah. All right.” Athragar was slicing another small fortune from the block of cheese. “Not too much of that,” Jerric told him, heading up to the guild hall’s austere bathing chamber. Ulfe ignored him. He suspected that so would Athragar. Back on the ground level, Jerric met Darnand coming in the front door. “What did you find at Cloud Top?” Darnand asked in greeting. “A book, a Staff of Paralysis, some rolls of parchment, a couple of magicka potions, and one very dead fetcher. Burned up, but not by fire. Lightning, maybe. Fellow had a Welkynd stone on him. I found the rest in his pack. Hadn’t been there long. His pack still had two good apples.” Darnand looked about to burst. “Teekeeus has the lot,” Jerric continued. “I’m sorry, Darnand. He was on me like fleas on a troll the minute I walked through the door. Damned stupid, I should have waited for you before I came back here. How was your Breton dinner?” “Did you happen to examine any of the materials? Did you read anything at all?” “Yeah, but I’d need you to make sense of it. The notes I could read were all about atmospheric energy, and the rest were in Aldmeris. I couldn’t even open the book. Whatever he was doing up there, I don’t think he planned for it to take long. No camp supplies.” Darnand crossed his arms over his chest. “Do you have a few moments?” Jerric wanted to bolt out the door, but Darnand had something on his mind. “Yeah,” said Jerric. He gave Darnand his attention. “Have you decided how we should enchant your armor?” Darnand asked. With a gesture he indicated that Jerric should precede him to the basement. “Yeah,” said Jerric, heading down the stairs. “I want to make myself stronger, and increase my chance of absorbing spells. My boots make me faster, but I wouldn’t say no to another speed boost. Plus I need to get through some spots undetected, so that means being a better sneak.” “We must choose carefully. I am a rank beginner in this art. I only know how to place a single enchantment on a piece of equipment.” “What about Abiene’s ring? You put two on that.” “I used a spell that has two effects. That is one enchantment.” He put out his hand to forestall Jerric’s complaints. “I suppose given enough time I might write another spell for you, but I do not think that you would want to wait.” Jerric eyebrows went up. “ Another spell?” “Did I not mention it? Well, this is not the time. I suggest that we place an enchantment on your armor that is specific to your needs while you are wearing it. Perhaps one that will muffle the horrendous noise you make. Lildereth has taught me her spell. I am afraid there is not even a small chance that you will learn it. You might make potions to enhance your offensive skills and fortify your defense, but not to quiet your movements. As you have already concluded, there will be some conflicts that you would be well advised to avoid.” Jerric thought about it. “You should wear the Ring of Khajiiti in the Deadlands,” Darnand added. “It will further increase your speed, and its Chameleon effect is quite strong. You will not go unseen, but with caution you might go unnoticed.” They had reached Darnand’s cupboard, next to Jerric’s. The Breton produced Jerric’s katana, offering it across his palms in the gesture that must be familiar even to mages. Jerric slipped the blade halfway out of its sheath. Red magicka danced along it, backed by a shudder of darkness. “ Blade of the Medic,” he murmured. Darnand looked astonished. “That is what I would have named it!” “Not Sword of the Healer?” Perhaps he would say something about Abiene. “Stendarr, no. This weapon will suck the very life from your enemies, applying the energy indiscriminately through your body as would a mindless potion. Even the damage to your muscles and joints caused by your own strikes and shield work will be repaired by this blade. You will emerge from many battles renewed. Your healers will curse you for any badly mended wounds, but it is a comfort that you might be alive to hear them.” Jerric put the blade away. “I guess that quieting enchantment bears some thought. I know what the elf would say.” He leaned against the cupboard. “How’s our supply of magicka gems? Do you think you can get an altar here to work?” “I have acquired an empty gem from Contumeliorus. We will need as much power as possible for a stronger effect. I should think a bear, if you could find one.” “I’ll ask Lildereth what she thinks, if she ever gets here. Maybe she’ll take me hunting.” Not for some sleeping bear, Jerric already knew. He was confident she would come up with an appropriate target. “Lildereth does not know the Soul Trap spell,” Darnand pointed out. He looked uneasy. “You mean you don’t want to go bear hunting? I have that dagger, remember? Your Soul Is Mine.” Darnand’s face was a picture. Jerric guessed that poking a powerful creature with a short blade might seem like a bad idea to many. Time was pressing on him. He grabbed the day pack out of his cupboard and made a move for the stairs. “You should head up to the library. They’re on their second pipe by now, I’d wager. And Athragar is trying to kill your dog with cheese.” That got Darnand moving. Only a few things upset Ulfe’s digestion, and Jerric had just named one of them. He wondered if Darnand knew a spell to cure flatulence in a hound. He’d have to sleep with a window open if he didn’t. Jone’s Shadow let Jerric run the distance to the bathhouse without attracting attention. Anticipation had tightened into tension. He kept it back by letting Abiene fill his mind, until every part of him ached for her. He remembered the look on her face when she first saw him. The way she listened so perfectly still, and how her laugh made his heart sing. He thought of her slender neck, and the fine line of tiny hairs down between her shoulders. That way she’d breathe as he entered her. The hundred different ways she smiled. Clean enough, he decided. And no need to tie all of these laces. Back on the street he kicked himself for not saving invisibility for the final stretch to the guest cottage. I shouldn’t meet her, he thought, taking the steps along the sidewalk two at a time. I’m putting her in danger. Like Piner. Maybe even the Odiils. Anxiety ate his belly and despair lapped at his heels. He looked over his shoulder to see if anyone was watching, then cursed himself for acting suspicious. Every shadow seemed to conceal a red-robed figure. They dress in regular clothes and summon their armor, he reminded himself. They could be anyone. There was more to his disquiet, he finally admitted. Darnand’s words came back to him, unwelcome. “ Tomorrow is Heart’s Day,” in that troubled tone. Was he really only thinking of overcrowded inns? He had enchanted a bracelet for Abiene’s birthday. Jewelry hinted at more than friends. Yet he hadn’t questioned that Jerric had gotten her a ring. Jerric walked past the guest cottage and doubled back through the park after an Imperial gave him a sideways look. It took several moments without passing footsteps before he would move around to the front. There was nothing he wouldn’t give Darnand. The thought of hurting him felt like a punch to the gut. The cottage door was painted a cheery red, and the hardware was polished brass. He wondered how long it would hold if someone tried to break it down. I shouldn’t be here, Jerric thought. The most dangerous thing in Chorrol might be my feet on this porch. Even after he knocked, he tried to make himself walk away. Then the door opened, and there was only Abiene.
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Jul 26 2012, 06:59 PM
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Don’t worry Jerric, Darnand’s making it easy to get your romp in tonight. Darnand’s supplies for Jerric had me rolling! Glad they are looking out for each other! The Mages sure know how to spend an evening. I thought Jerric would join them for more eating, I suppose he’s got Abiene on his mind instead of his stomach. (what a shock!) Aaand Jerric’s nightly activities with Abiene are going to be delayed by Darnand.  A little revenge for him even if he doesn’t know it! The muffle spell! A little bit of Skyrim, and one of Aravi’s favorite spells. Nice enchantment on the katana, Aravi made an absorb life blade as well. I believe hers is called Retribution.Now Jerric’s displaying some paranoia. And it occurs to him again that Darnand has feelings for the same woman. I have to say that I’m pleased he even thought of those things at least before he spent the night with Abiene.
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Jul 26 2012, 07:37 PM
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From: Cyrodiil, the Wastelands, and BFE TN

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* QUOTE Jerric has returned from his mountain mission and attempted to communicate through wiggling his eyebrows.
ROFL !!! Now I can laugh about that same scene for another week, between that and Ghastley's Genie in the Bottle I have not stopped laughing since the last chapter posted! From the paragraph that began "Jone’s Shadow" to the end I found myself holding my own breath with Jerric's thoughts. That whole section was HUGE with tension and now another cliffhanger !!! ARGH !!! Awesome Write !!! Totally Awesome !!! *
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