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post Nov 6 2013, 11:50 PM
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I’m sure Lil wants to know all about the brothels. rollinglaugh.gif

I like Lil’s comment while the guys are taking care of business. Jerric better make sure to write his ‘cover’ name.

Oh my gosh this is hilarious! They even thought to cover their names. And then at the stable Lil made sure Jerric couldn’t mount the woman later! laugh.gif I’m glad to see Lil in a good mood.


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post Nov 7 2013, 12:43 AM
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Jerric glanced at the Altmer for a clue, but the mer’s eyes remained firmly in his book.
This says even more than an actual verbal explanation! laugh.gif

but this chapter had once specialized in that school of magic.
Ewwww. Just as well it gets burned to the ground then.

Cold Storage? The previous mention of necromancy makes me wonder just what was stored in there in the old days!

He turned to find an Imperial woman in a blue velvet gown standing at the doorway. Her short, dark hair bore streaks of silver. She did not look amused.
Another shining example of that Jerric charm we all know and love so well! laugh.gif

I guess she doesn’t need anything stolen and translated, secretly researched, or illegally enchanted.
Isn't it funny how access to the most prestigious university in the land has nothing to do with academic ability! Then again, it does explain people like Jeanne... wink.gif

And finally a weird encounter with Alga (not to mention a slightly dense Jerric). Another fun installment in the JS.


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post Nov 7 2013, 07:21 PM
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I thoroughly enjoyed the two most recent installments of the Jerric-Darnand-Lilderith saga. The little wood elf endears herself to me more and more just by being herself. And of course the two men are a riot!

I loved that smarmy comment of Alga's - after what Lil told Petrine, I have no question what Petrine told Alga! biggrin.gif "Leave my man alone!" Indeed! laugh.gif


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post Nov 7 2013, 08:36 PM
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Bruma had specialized in Necromancy! How wonderfully clever. I like to think of Kvatch’s specialty as Alchemy and this answers a wonderful question regarding more guilds than schools.

You did a wonderful job with Jeanne. In fact, I enjoyed the way you worked in so many of the Bruma guild little quirks. Like this:
‘Volanaro made a face. “It’s a little too rugged up here for me. Add a few hairs to a Nord, and you’ve got a bear!” He laughed.’

“I’m Lildereth,” he heard the elf say. “Please ignore him. He has received many blows to the head.” laugh.gif

Ahah, so the boys have their recommendation tasks. Hmm, Jeanne is more astute than she seems, for inventorying is perfect for Darnand (to his chagrin, no doubt). And if Jerric’s a great choice to ferret out the butt of a joke.

‘Jerric and Ulfe exchanged a look as Alga marched away. “What the hells? ‘Art of Speech’ my furry backside. That woman is touched by Sheogorath.” He shook his head. “Let’s go inside.”
- - Wow, that was quite the encounter with the Artist of Speechcraft. I agree with Jerric and Ulfe!


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post Nov 12 2013, 04:47 AM
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Hey, chapters that are mostly talking are just as good as the one that aren't. If it helps build character or further the story, then it is welcome.

So it was fast and easy, this meeting with the Altmer. Jerric just had to follow the journeyman tongue.gif

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“I’ve never heard of a Staff of Ugly, but now I know one exists.”

I had a laugh out of this one. Hilarious. If I ever see Jerric at the Goblet, I'll make sure to point at is nose.

So before necromancy was banned by the air-heads of the university, it was actually a school in Bruma. Wow. Interesting. Why do I have the growing feeling that they're going to screw something up? I trust Lildereth will keep them in line, or at least try to until they get their recommendations.


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post Nov 14 2013, 11:03 PM
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Previously: At the Bruma Mages Guild Jerric was given the task of making a missing guild member reappear. Darnand was assigned to inventory. Jerric and Ulfe headed next door to the Fighters Guild where Jerric plans to stay while in Bruma. Alga stopped them in the street to inform a puzzled Jerric of her and Honmund’s relationship status.


ghastley: Thank you for mentioning that Dwemeris remark! When running jokes take a week or more to pop up again, I worry that they’re missed. I’m glad you’re enjoying my take on Jeanne. Like you I see her as excelling at administration and politics rather than magic, given her position and reputation in the game. Plus the Bruma chapter is hardly the jewel in the Guild’s crown, so I could easily picture someone shuffling her out of their way to the far north with a sigh of relief. Thank you, ghastley!

King Coin: You got exactly what was on Lil’s mind when she covered Jerric’s awkwardness with a lie he’d have to maintain. When she said ‘He’s not getting laid in Bruma’ about Darnand, she meant you’re not getting any Nord chick action to Jerric! tongue.gif Thank you, KC!

SubRosa: Thank you, SubRosa! It was fun to show Jerric putting his boot in his mouth with the cool and elegant Selena. We mostly see him interacting with people who like him, but not everyone does! He’s a southern Nord in a town where the Imperials don’t like Nords and the Nords don’t generally care for southerners, so he’s way out of his element. Plus he couldn’t concentrate in proximity to Alga’s prodigious bosom after days on the road. He’ll eventually get what she was telling him.

haute ecole rider: Yep, you got what was on Alga’s mind when she tracked down the fresh meat Jerric. The light won’t dawn for him until this segment, though. I’m glad you’re enjoying Lildereth. She seems especially elfin to me in this town of big Nords. Thank you, haute!

Acadian: Thank you for your endorsement of Jerric’s world’s Jeanne. She is as you suspect more astute than her lame scamp and rabid politicking make her seem. Jerric’s reference to Darnand’s past guild shenanigans was his sideways speculation that Jeanne might not be a moron. After all I expect that Darnand will not get into trouble doing inventory. Thank you, Acadian!

Darkness Eternal: I’m glad you liked Volanaro’s line. He strikes me as someone who would always have a witticism ready. Jerric’s poor nose is inspired by a real-life nose I know. It’s been broken so many times there’s hardly any of it left! Thank you, DE!


Next: Jerric heads out to introduce himself and drop off his stuff at the Bruma Fighters Guild.

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Chapter 17: Bruma, Part Four




Fighters Guild halls must smell the same in any county, Jerric decided. He held the door open for Ulfe while he stomped snow from his boots.

Inside an Orsimer and an Argonian stood talking in a dining area large enough to host a scurling competition. A sunken practice floor of about the same size was empty but for a scattering of dark bottles.

Ulfe trotted straight to the fireplace beyond the dining tables. She flopped down and rolled onto her side with a groan.

The orc called out to the air as she started over toward Jerric. “Nunzio! Hey, Nunzio!” Her disgusted snort produced a fine spray of something. “Ah, fetch it. Fetch him, the fetcher. What do you want?” The last was directed at Jerric.

“Work and lodging.” Jerric dropped the packs and braced himself in case she tried to take him to the floor in some kind of Wrothgarian greeting ritual. “I’m Kjellingsson of Anvil. Apprentice.”

She put her fists on hips and looked him over. “Bumph gra-Gash, Protector. The lizard’s Right-Wind. You can find a bed down in the barracks.” She nodded to indicate a doorway beyond the dining area. “Kitchen’s around back. Make yourself at home. Asgerd will check the rolls when she gets back. If you lied to me, I’ll eat your heart with a side of balls.”

Jerric hung up his cloak and dropped his gauntlets on a battered side table while she spoke. “Are you asking for a beating or a date?”

Bumph tipped her head back and made a grimace that Jerric took as a smile. “Try me.” She got him out of his armor and into the sparring area before he had time to think.

Jerric had added some of his blood to the stains on the floor mats by the time the front door opened again, admitting a group of fighters. They entered the hall with loud feet, clanking metal, and voices raised far more than necessary. Jerric recognized the signs of guild members returning from a successful mission.

Bumph let go of Jerric and walked over to hear the first report. Jerric scrambled up and retrieved his shirt.

As hoods and cloaks were hung up Jerric noticed that Nords and Imperials made the bulk of the group. His attention was drawn to a square-jawed blonde when she pulled off her helmet and turned it to examine the back. “Nord is lucky she was only struck upon the head,” a Khajiit told her, and she laughed.

The woman’s hair was cut straight across her brow and around her head at chin level. It stuck in strings to her forehead and wide cheekbones. Her surcoat and greaves were decorated with blood, and a fine spray of dark droplets had dried across her nose. She looked broad at the shoulder and long in the legs, if Jerric could judge by the look of her armor. A sword hilt was visible over one shoulder.

Jerric’s eyes returned to her face just before she finished looking him over. Her clear blue eyes made him think of the West Weald sky in autumn just after sunrise. When her appraising glance met his, she gave him a wink.

“I’m Kjestrid,” said the woman.

Jerric grinned. “Kjellingsson of Anvil. Pleased to meet you.”

“Petrine said your nose looked like a mining accident. She wasn’t jesting.”

Jerric began to feel nostalgic about Imperial manners. “You Brumese are a forward bunch. Some woman walked up and told me she was spoken for right out in the street. What’s that about? You people never met a Gold Coast Nord before?”

Kjestrid laughed from her belly. “That must have been Alga. Honmund is prone to stray. I’m sure she’s also had a word with your boss by now. Don’t take it personal. That’s just her way.”

“Yeah, her ‘Art of Speech.’” Kjestrid’s meaning suddenly became clear to Jerric. Lildereth and her mouth. Darnand’s not the only one who’s not getting laid in Bruma. I’ll kill her.

“Something like that,” said Kjestrid.

“Well anyway, I’m staying here while I’m in town.”

“Not with your friends?” Kjestrid still smiled as she turned away. “I don’t live here, but you can confide your troubles to Bumph all night if you like. She’s a heavy sleeper.”

The fighters dispersed in the manner of folk who were eager to get on with the drinking. From their packs Jerric guessed that they had been away at least overnight. He decided to follow their lead and get his own gear organized.

Down in the barracks Jerric tossed his bedroll onto a bare mattress and stowed his packs in the adjacent cupboard. An image of Darnand and Lildereth reclining on featherbeds and silken pillows passed through his mind. Huh, he thought, denying his regret. Soft-bellied mages.

The smithy was in the lowest level. Jerric unloaded his equipment onto a work bench between Kjestrid and Right-Wind. Most of his gear only needed routine care. He picked up Atronach’s Redeemer and approached the smith.

“Loredas,” the Nord told him after a single glance.

“I’m Kjellingsson of Anvil,” said Jerric.

“I’m Jaan of the basement. And don’t try to sweet-talk me. You’ll get your blade back on Loredas.”

Jerric looked around to see if there was someone behind him, but the man was addressing him. “That’s in two days! I need my sword so I can work.”

Jaan snorted. “Heartlanders. You think you’re the only one around here who swings a bit of metal? Everyone here wants to work. Go train or drink or fight, Nunzio said you can take a punch. Or sit on your thumb for all I care. Loredas.”

Jerric wondered when the porter had found time to describe his thrashing to this basement-dweller. “Is there another place I can go in Bruma?”

Jaan pointed his hammer at the door. “Sure. Go hump yourself.”

Jerric left his blade with Jaan and returned to his station. “What the hells is he going to do with it for two days,” he muttered, hanging his armor on the rack.

Kjestrid was busy with rags and oil. She didn’t spare him a glance, but there was a smile in her voice. “I don’t think Jaan has ever been so kind to an Apprentice,” she remarked.

Right-Wind let out a dry, hacking sound. Jerric realized it was his laugh. “They did not even throw anything,” the Argonian said. “They must like you.”

Jerric finished cleaning his armor before the others. Road grit was easier to remove than gouts of blood, and his empty stomach drove him to rapid work. He packed up the supplies and left his gear arranged ready for use.

The smell of roasting meat drew him up to the main level. He found the hearth empty. Nunzio was picking up mead bottles in the training area.

“Hey, have you seen my dog?” Jerric called.

“Nope. Ask Bugshat. I saw him down here a little while ago. He might know.”

Jerric snorted. “Bugshat? Are you jesting?”

“Bugshat’s the cook. Yeah, he’s an orc. No, I’m not jesting.”

She probably followed her nose to the kitchen, Jerric thought. The aroma got stronger as he passed down a corridor. Then another idea began to form in his mind. With a shock, he identified the smell. That’s roasting dog meat!

Jerric took the last steps in a single leap and barreled into the kitchen. A mountain of Orsimer stood slicing onions at a long work table. An Imperial lad scrubbed potatoes in a stone sink. Another Imperial straightened up from where he had been peering into a wall oven. Jerric could see a side of meat roasting there.

What have you fetchers done with my dog?” he bellowed.

The orc put down his knife and picked up a cleaver.

The Imperial lad pointed with a shaking potato. “Th- There, she is. I hope it’s all right, I gave her a bone.”

Ulfe lay at the kitchen’s far end in front of the bread ovens. She had her mouth on what Jerric guessed might be a mammoth femur, but it would take a larger beast than she to actually chew it. Ulfe tilted her brows in a doggy smile when she saw him. Her tail thumped the flagstones.

The young Imperial’s voice still wavered. “I just let her have it for a while. I’ll need it back to get at the marrow.”

Jerric knelt down and rubbed Ulfe’s distended belly. “What else did you give her?”

“Dog food,” rumbled the orc.

Jerric glared at him. “Fattening her up?”

“That one’s too stringy.” The orc went back to slicing onions. “I’ve met some numb-headed Nords, but none fool enough to think I had their hound on the fire.” He jerked his head at the other Imperial. “Vito, get this man a sandwich. He’s had a shock. Tonio, no one’s murdered you yet. You’re going to have to finish those potatoes.”

Vito produced a slab of mutton layered with cheese and mustard between two slices of brown bread. He placed it on the bare tabletop along with a bottle of ale.

Jerric made a silent toast to them all and tucked into his snack. “I’m Kjellingsson,” he said between bites.

“Bugshat.” The orc gave him a look. “Go ahead, I won’t take offense. You should hear what your name sounds like in the Orsimer tongue.”

A moment later Jerric had another realization. “Are you going to cook with the bone my dog is chewing on?”

“Don’t worry, she won’t be able to finish it.” Bugshat’s lip curled up in amusement.

Jerric saluted with his sandwich. Here was a kitchen he would not mind working in.

He gave Ulfe’s belly another rub before he set off in search of the chapter head. He found her office on the upper level.

Asgerd turned out to be a Nord woman of middle age with deep shadows under her eyes. Her steel-grey hair was cropped in the manner of one who wears a mail hood. Jerric presented himself in front of her desk.

“Have a seat.” She gestured to a chair against the far wall.

Jerric dragged it over and sat down.

Asgerd got straight to the point. “Azzan reports that you’re a battlemage. Jerric.”

Jerric tucked his fingers under his thighs to keep from pulling his hair out. “Yeah. Uh…”

“I’m an associate of your uncle,” Asgerd said. She waited while Jerric unraveled the code.

Jauffre. He let out a gust of breath. “Yeah.”

“He’d like to see you while you’re in town.” Asgerd shifted some sheets of parchment. “I could use you on a contract as well. I have something that will suit. Have Right-Wind put you through a workout. He’s my blade trainer. I’ll give you an assignment when he’s through with you. There’s no need, but it’s customary.”

Jerric nodded. He guessed that the rest of the guild members had no knowledge of his situation.

“We’ve done some training with the Mages Guild in Anvil,” Jerric said. “My partner Darnand Penoit is a summoner. Between the two of us we could help you train against a few varieties of daedra.”

“Azzan has shared your idea. Our local Mages Guild chapter is… not responsive. I haven’t received a reply from Frasoric.”

Probably not one of those friends in high places, Jerric thought. “I don’t know much about the Bruma guild. I can ask around and see what folk there can do. If they’re University trained they would have at least some knowledge of daedric summoning.” Jerric recalled Jeanne’s pitiful scamp. He hoped the others had more to offer. “Anyway, Darnand and I can show you a few things. We should do it outside. There’s always fire.”

“I’ll arrange it for after you return from your contract. Your rank doesn’t reflect your abilities. Show them what you can do, and they’ll more readily accept your command.”

“All right,” said Jerric. Command. Dammit.

He jogged back down the stairs to find Right-Wind.




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post Nov 15 2013, 12:08 AM
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So Jerric has experienced orc sex. Go Jerric XD

I finally understood why that woman freaked out and told Jerric was with Hommund.

Omfg XD

And Ulfe got a snack!! Neither Kayla nor Samara will be joining the Fighters Guild XD


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post Nov 15 2013, 01:35 AM
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I’ll eat your heart with a side of balls.
And orc with a taste for mountain oysters! laugh.gif Somehow I don't think she's exaggerating either!

Aaaand it looks like she got a taste of Jerric after all. I do think that is the first time he has had sex since hooking up with Abiene. With someone else at least. I have been expecting that for a long time. Though I do not believe that means he has moved on. Just that his penis finally won out over his brain. Most men don't last that long in that battle, especially the young ones filled with testosterone.

Kjestrid sounds like a good solid Nordic woman. As Kid Rock said: "I like big corn fed Midwestern ho's" Except without the ho part.

Huh, he thought, denying his regret. Soft-bellied mages.
Wimps! laugh.gif

Bugshat’s the cook. Yeah, he’s an orc. No, I’m not jesting.”
Uh oh, since Orcs view horses as a main course, I am guessing dogs might be the appetizer... ohmy.gif Looks like Jerric had the same idea too! Ulfe's lucky she's not a St. Bernard or Rottweiler, or she'd been in a pot with some garlic and rosemary.

“Go ahead, I won’t take offense. You should hear what your name sounds like in the Orsimer tongue.”
This reminds me of Alien Nation, and the main character Sykes, who name sounds like "cranium excrement" in the Newcomer's native language. smile.gif

Looks like the Bruma FG and MG do not work as well together as the two guilds in Bravil. I am not surprised, given the nature of the Bruma MG leader.


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post Nov 15 2013, 01:51 AM
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YIKES!!

Emergency edit to clarify the orc-humping. They were having a fistfight. (Which would actually be pretty much the same, considering the two participants. tongue.gif) I changed it a little:

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Bumph tipped her head back and made a grimace that Jerric took as a smile. “Try me.” She got him out of his armor and into the sparring area before he had time to think.

Jerric had added some of his blood to the stains on the floor mats by the time the front door opened again, admitting a group of fighters.


Sorry about that, folks! Jerric's balls are still as blue as when he first arrived. laugh.gif

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OMFG XD Grits!!!! I was like "Wow, that was unexpected!" LMFAO!!!!


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Lol. Yeah, right in the middle of the practice floor (and cold sober) is a little bold, even for Jerric. My editing went very wrong!!


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Awww, poor Jerric. Blue balls and a busted lip to go with them. laugh.gif


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I didn't catch what Jerric and Bumph's activities looked like before the adjustment, but I am left wondering if she took her shirt off, too.

I'm glad you've added more people to the FG; that place was always a bit empty. Except that it had beds for four, if I'm remembering right, and now you've got twice that many! Even if the porter never sleeps...

Nits: "Asgerd will check the roles rolls when she gets back." When there are homophones, it seems like you always want the other one. Except when it's bare/bear riders, when they both work.

I was about to point out that Jerric's left his sword for repair, and then gone off to Right-Wind for training, but of course he'd never be caught with only one blade, and he wouldn't spar with his main one.


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I really liked this but for the opposite reason of the previous episode. Your description of the MG was like donning a favorite pair of cozy slippers, but the FG is all new territory to Buffy and I. So. . . your descriptions of the members were either lost in ancient Acadian history or completely new to me. I shall definitely ask Buffy to take us there and perhaps ask that nice porter to give her a tour – well, after they stop laughing of course. embarrased.gif

“Is there another place I can go in Bruma?”
Jaan pointed his hammer at the door. “Sure. Go hump yourself.”
- - Oh this got a treydogian gigglesnort! laugh.gif

‘Jerric snorted. “Bugshat? Are you jesting?” - - As did this! biggrin.gif

You really gave me a fright for a moment regarding dear Ulfe! ohmy.gif

Gosh, I must say that Jerric seems to fit right in with that FG bunch. Perhaps a bit more than with his soft bellied mages in the other guild. Of course, none of those other steel-suiters can summon a Frost Astronaut like Jerric can!

Wow, that FG branch commander seems to quite have her stuff together. Can’t wait to see what she’s got in mind for Jerric’s contract and how it ties to Jauffre.


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Ah, it took me a moment to remember who the Alter in this was supposed to be. Is there a missing Khajiit? biggrin.gif

The poor scamp has probably been pulled back and forth between Oblivion and Tamriel for hours! laugh.gif

If this guild hall specialized in necromancy at one time, those other facilities might be of interest to Darnand. Is ‘cold storage’ simply a locked box outside? I am interested in what kind of quarters the Fighter’s Guild is going to offer. I expect plenty of Nords.

“Please ignore him. He has received many blows to the head.”

laugh.gif Lil to the rescue.

Inventory eh? Sounds like a way to resupply. whistling.gif

“We may not wear your fancy rings, but make no mistake. Honmund is my man.”

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Now I regret not catching the first go around of this most recent installment! I always thought Bumph was a toughie when it comes to everything, including sex. She certainly is someone who's got my (and Julian's) respect! I always smile at her name. I'm sure she gives her foes (and lovers!) quite the bumps! wink.gif

So Jerric finally realized what Alga was talking about? That part made me laugh, especially when he realized what Lil was doing! That little Bosmer must be pretty proud of herself right about now!


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My, how graphic. A true a vulgarian!

Fun chapter. I thought for a moment Ulfe was chow. So, Jerric was indirectly sword-blocked by the brothel-hating Lildereth and he has to deal with Jaan, who by the way is just a bright ray of sunshine . . .

I liked the exchange between Bugshat(lol) and Jerric, and the good old humor of Orsimer cooks and their fellow co-workers. Certainly rings a bell.


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Lol, what a lovely place the Fighters’ guild is. Though the Mages’ guild doesn’t sound any more pleasant!

I somehow think Lil’s got their best interests in mind when she prevented Jerric from having any fun here. Jerric seems to be waaay too chatty.

Jaan of the basement! laugh.gif I thought Jerric would be at home in this dump, but slow smith and now he has to worry about Orcs eating Ulfe!


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The fighter's guild is very Brumese, isn't it? laugh.gif

I absolutely loved this part, and I got a lot of belly laughs from Jaan of the Basement and the kitchen scene (Bugshat! rollinglaugh.gif). Asgerd looks like an interesting character as well, and the coded conversation was an interesting read, even if was simply because Jerric was being put through his mental paces a great deal there.

Loved this chapter, and looking forward to the next part smile.gif
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post Dec 3 2013, 03:20 AM
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Previously: Jerric introduced himself at the Bruma Fighters Guild. He learned that the chapter head Asgerd was in contact with the Blades, and she had a job for him. But first he should spar with Right-Wind. He has also been assigned the task of making J’skar reappear at the Mages Guild.


Elisabeth Hollow: Lol, the image of Jerric and Bumph spilling fluids on the practice mats has now been seared into my brain. Sorry about that! Yeah, the Bruma FG kitchen is not going to pass any kind of inspection. ohmy.gif

SubRosa: You’re right, Jerric’s kept it in his pants since he came back to Abiene, except for the incident at the Sanguine shrine that he’s not disclosing. It’s been an unprecedented stretch of near-monogamy! He’s been away from Abiene for about a week and a half now. With all of the strange for hire at the brothel next door he’s definitely feeling tempted. Not to mention the corn-fed Nord that just caught his eye. I would expect him to hump first and think about it later. Not this time, though. tongue.gif Cranium Excrement, lol. The dog meat is just one piece of cultural awkwardness that must pop up all of the time in Tamriel. I think the races sometimes seem very alien to each other. Thank you, SubRosa!

ghastley: Thanks for catching that nit, I even looked it up first and still got it wrong. wacko.gif You’re right, not only does Jerric carry an arsenal, but he’d also spar with the guild’s blunted practice blades. He wishes he got one of those beds from the game. In the story I only gave him a bare cot! ohmy.gif Thank you, ghastley!

Acadian: The game only gives us Bumph and Right-Wind (plus a generic porter), so Jerric’s version of the Bruma FG is quite a bit more lively. I liked leaving the Mages Guild mostly empty, though, to reflect recent events in the guild as well as Jeanne’s questionable leadership. I’m glad Asgerd came across as pulled-together. The guild hall is kind of a mess, but she’s not a slouch. Thank you, Acadian!

King Coin: Lol, resupply. That is a very Darnand idea! I can see him paralyzed with indecision if he found a black soul gem. I’m sure Jerric will be throwing bottles on the floor at the Fighters Guild before long right with the rest of them. And scraping the mold off of some leftover rat meat. tongue.gif You called it on his chattiness, it was all he could do not to play “wanna see my sword” with Kjestrid. And we know he’d make an ass of himself trying to lie about where he got his katana! Thanks, KC!

haute ecole rider: Indeed, Jerric would have come out of the tussle with some marks on him no matter which way he bumped with Bumph! I have a lot of affection for the orcs of Oblivion, so it’s fun to write them. You’re right, Lil has a lot to be smug about. The presence of so many Nordic bosoms has not quickened Jerric’s wits. Too bad she couldn’t be there when he figured it out! Thank you, haute!

Darkness Eternal: Thank you, DE! I worked as a prep cook in a typically verbally abusive restaurant kitchen, but at the end of every night we all hung out at the bar together until they closed. I’m glad some of that odd camaraderie came across.

Colonel Mustard: When I first saw the Bruma Fighters Guild with the blood stains and bottles on the floor, I knew it would have to be a dump. I’m glad you’re enjoying the characters. There was a lot going on around Jerric, so Jaan only had a brief window to make an impression. Thanks, Mustard!


Next: Bruma. This update ran a little long since I didn’t want to split up the scene. It will be more than a week before I post again, though. I have to untangle the mess I made during NaNoWriMo! tongue.gif


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