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Rihanae
post Apr 20 2011, 05:35 PM
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Hello everyone!

Welcome to the tale of Lissa Cristenn! We shall start with Volume One of her fabulously, as Lissa would say 'awesome-sauce' tale!

But first, a quick introduction to my Redguard Archress.

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For reference, a biography of Lissa is on my profile, but here is a quick intro for new readers smile.gif

Lissa is a 19 year old Redguard Archress born and raised in the city of Anvil, Cyrodiil.
She is a thrill seeking, tenacious girl with a heart of gold.
She loves her friends and family and adores travelling.

I hope you enjoy reading of her adventures as I have enjoyed writing about them smile.gif

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CONTENTS

NOTE: The prologue starts beneath the table of contents. Quick links to the chapters are provided in the contents.

Volume One - Family

Prologue
Chapter One - Hammerfell
Chapter Two - Prison Break
Chapter Three - The Imperial City
Chapter Four - Road to Chorrol
Chapter Five - Reunions
Chapter Six - GOC: Origins
Chapter Seven - We're off to see Oleta!
Chapter Eight - Kvatch
Chapter Nine - Detour
Chapter Ten - Art Attack!
Chapter Eleven - The Tale of Sir Mazoga


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VOLUME ONE - FAMILY


1. Prologue ~ Part 1



Lissa. Get up.

Lissa, You need to get up now!

“LISSA!”

My eyes pried themselves open. The sun was shining through the window. Another sunny day in Anvil. Maelona was standing by my bed, her hands on her hips.

“Do you realise how long I’ve been calling you for?” Maelona moaned.

She hovered over me, grabbed my duvet and pulled it off the bed, leaving my body vulnerable to the cold air.

“You have to get up. Mother wants you to meet her at the Mages Guild before you go and help Dad with the horses.”

“But I had a lesson yesterday. Come on…” I complained, "one lesson a week is bad enough!"

Maelona looked at me, sincerity in her eyes. She sat on my bed, looking me straight in the eyes.

Ooh, she’s serious now…

“Look, Liss, You know what Mother’s like. You know what you want to do in life and that’s good. But Mother wants you to be safe.”

I groaned before making a suggestion to my stubborn older sister.

“Well, you go and I’ll just copy your notes.” I smiled at her, who, after a short space of time had passed, smiled back.

“Come on Sis, the sooner you get it done the sooner you can go and help dad,” she reminded me.

Hmm… suddenly my lessons look all shiny and new!

Even though tending to the horses was not the most thrilling activity, I got to spend some personal time with my dad, which hardly ever happens due to him being away a lot.

Lesson time, go go go!

I rose out of my bed and put on some clothes. All I could find was a blue shirt and a pair of breeches. Not very complimentary, but it was better than going in my pyjamas; even if my pyjamas were ridiculously cute!

“There’s a good girl,” praised Maelona, “now hurry to the Guild because I’ve got to meet Gogan.”

Ooooh, Gogan eh?

“Maelona has a boyfriend!” I teased, puckering my lips to mimic kissing.

She playfully shoved my shoulder to cease my teasing, laughing as she did so,

“Don’t be mean!” she said, “and he’s NOT my boyfriend!”

“Yet…” I replied under my breath, but purposefully loud enough for Maelona to hear it.

Maelona looked at me, hands on her hips, trying to think of a clever comeback.

“Well what about you and Rhano?” she said, “I’ve seen the way you look at him.”

“Ewww… Rhano?” I said, not disgusted; merely disgraced that she didn’t think of anyone better. “Not in a million years!”

“Oh, really? Shame, because I see sparks there!” Maelona joked, at least, I hoped she was joking.

“Seriously Mae, he’s, like, 16!”

“And?”

“HE’S TWO YEARS OLDER THAN ME!” I informed her. “He’s practically ancient!”

“Lissa, I’m only teasing!” Maelona reassured me, “just relax.”

I kinda felt a bit angry at Maelona’s teasing; mainly because I actually did like Rhano. I just got defensive to hide my embarrassment.

“Sorry Mae, I didn’t meant to shout at you.” I apologized.

Maelona looked confused; probably because she didn’t understand why I was apologizing. To be honest, I didn’t either; she was only teasing.

“That’s okay honey,” she said, hugging me. I think she thought she genuinely upset me. “But jokes aside, you need to go.”

“I know,” I told her. We released ourselves from each other's embrace. I kissed Maelona on the cheek. “Meet up after I help Dad with the horses?”

Maelona nodded, whilst smiling.

“Sure thing.”

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“Now, what do we know about draining health?”

I was sat at a desk in the Guild, tears of tiredness streaming down my face. Mother’s lessons were boring. That’s the only word to describe it. She was adamant that I become at least an apprentice in Restoration before I set out on my adventures, But I was only 14. I wasn’t going anywhere just yet.

“Mother, I know all this. To drain health you have to get up real close to the enemy then BAM, health draining goodness.”

“Well, no, you have to touch the enemy to drain its health. Have you even been listening Lissa?”

There was an awkward silence, but I spoke up.

“No.”

“Lissa!”

“I’m sorry Mother, but I just don’t understand why I have to learn so much RIGHT now. I’m not leaving until I’m 21”

“But what about if you run into something before you leave? An ogre? A TROLL! What will you do then?”

“Run like M’aiq I guess…”

“This isn’t a laughing matter, Lissa! You need to know how to take care of yourself!”

I was shocked. I’d never seen mother this angry before.

“Sorry mother, I just…”

“You just what, Lissa? I’m not asking a lot from you, am I?”

“Mother, I-“

She interrupted me before I could finish.

“No more excuses Lissa.” She had tears forming in her delicate eyes. “Why can’t you understand how important this is?”

“I do, Mother, I really do. It’s just… You’re putting too much pressure on me. My little brain can’t handle it. I want to learn, I really, really do but, I just feel like my brains about to go all ka-blooey.”

Mothers eyes slowly turned from angry, to sympathetic. She walked over from the bookshelf and perched next to me. Her hand touched mine.

“I know honey, I’m sorry. It’s just that I worry. I just want you to be completely safe for when you venture out into the world. If I know that I’ve contributed to your safety, I won’t worry as much.”

I felt incredibly guilty after Mother told me this.

Dang, now I feel super bad…

“Oh… sorry Mother. I didn’t know you felt like that. Ok… I wanna keep going.”

“No, Lissa, You’re right. I’m pushing too much on you.” She stood up, walked over to the coat rack and grabbed my coat. “That’s enough for today. Go and see your Father.”

Mother smiled at me. I ran up to her and kissed her on the cheek, grabbed the coat from her hand and headed to the door. Before I had a chance to leave I was grounded to a halt at somebody saying my name.

“Lissa. Are you all done for today?”

It was Carahil, head of the Anvil mages guild; and the nicest Altmer you could ever meet.

“Yeah, mother let me go early!” I said, slightly exited.

“Ah, well it’s about time! To be honest she gets too passionate about her lessons sometimes. I’m glad Oleta has gone easy on you today.”

“Yeah.” I said, I tried to rush away, “see you later!”

“She only wants you to be safe Lissa, do you understand?”

I spoke up, getting more agitated.

I just wanna go!

“Yeah…” I replied. “BYE!”

I headed towards the door, but yet again Carahil had something to say.

“If you ever feel like you need a breather, just come and see me. I’m sure I’ll have something for you to do.” Said Carahil, smiling that kind smile she has.

“Thank you.” I said, sincerely. “I’ve got to go and meet dad now, so…”

A spark of realisation appeared on Carahil’s face.

“OH! I’m terribly sorry! I sometimes do not know when to be quiet. You go! Have fun!”

I nodded, smiled at Carahil and finally left the guild.

Carahil, sometimes I wish you were my… hmm, bad thought.

I tried not to think about what I just thought as I headed to the main gate to Anvil, which led straight to the stables. Dad owned the stables, and the horses we looked after were beautiful.

But I could never afford one of my own...

“LISSA!”

I turned to see Maelona running towards me. “You left this at home.”

She was holding the jade necklace she bought me for my sixth birthday. My most treasured possession.

“Oh, thanks, where’d you find it?”

“Under your pillow. You need to take care of it. It’s magic, you know.” She smiled and handed me the necklace.

“It sure is Mae. I gotta go see Dad. See you later.”

We exchanged hugs and Maelona ran back towards Gogan. They were sitting by the big oak tree opposite the Mages Guild. Maelona spent all her time there. It seemed a bit boring to me. I headed to the main gate to get to the stables when I was stopped yet again by somebody touching my shoulder. I turned to see Rhano behind me, that cute grin on his face.

“Lissa, are you busy?” he asked.

I stared at him. His gorgeous face, his beautiful eyes, his soothing voice, his slim, yet, muscular body…

“…No.” I replied.

“Good, because I need a favour.”

“Yes!” I agreed.

“You don’t even know what it is yet.” Rhano said, smiling.

“Oh… um n-no I don’t do I? Um… haha- what is it?” I asked, nervously.

Brilliant Lissa, made a fool of yourself!

“Well my dad wants me to go to that old abandoned manor by the chapel and pick up some… stuff. Wanna come with?”

Do I want to go to an old, freaky, smelly, scary, haunted, abandoned manor with you?

“…Okay!” I replied.

* * *


“Here it is!” said Rhano, holding a strange looking dagger.

We managed to climb into the manor through an old window. The manor was dark and dingy… and smelly. Cobwebs covered the dank walls of the shabby house. We walked through the sitting area, through the dining room (which reeked of rotten food), and into a small foyer where there was a door leading to, what I can only assume was, the basement, and a large staircase leading to the second floor. Laying on a table at the foot of the stairs was the dagger.

“What is that?” I asked.

“It’s my mother's enchanted dagger.” He answered.

“Oh. Why did she leave it here?”

His face turned solemn once I asked that question.

Did I say something wrong?

“Are you ok?” a asked, concerned.

Rhano sat down on the staircase and I perched next to him.

“My mother came into this house to rid it of the ‘ghosts’. She was on a contract for the guild and she… she came here and… she…”

I could see that he was getting upset, but being as macho as he was he didn’t allow himself to cry.

“Did she die here?”

Rhano turned to look at me. He slowly nodded his head with tear filled eyes.

"How?" I stupidly asked. I was met with no response from Rhano; much expected due to the inappropriate nature of the question.

Suddenly I had a realisation.

“Why would your dad send you in here knowing she was… killed, here?”

Rhano said nothing.

“He didn’t send you in here, did he?” I asked.

Rhano shook his head. He turned to look at me.

“I’m sorry for lying. I just wanted something to remember her by, you know? Dad told me that her dagger was lost and I just…. I’m so sorry.”

He began to cry. I respected him for crying, letting his feelings out like that. I hugged him, to comfort him.

“It’s okay…” I said to him.

* * *


“Sorry honey but the horses are all sorted.”

After Rhano let out his grief, we left the manor. He headed back to the fighters guild to see his father, Azzan, and I headed to the stables.

“Oh… That’s ok. I’ll go back and see Mother, then.”

“Actually, I had something else planned.”

My eyes lit up.

“Ooh, what is it?”

Dad laughed.

“Now if I told you that, it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?”

I was incredibly exited. Not only was I spending quality time with my Dad, but he had an amazing day planned. Things were looking perfect.

* * *


Dad and I went on a little journey along the Gold Coast. It was about as exciting as getting pinched by a mudcrab, but I loved it. I was with my dad. We were walking along the coast, the sun burning its gaze into our skin when Dad suddenly stopped in his tracks. My attention met with what caught his; a young Bosmer girl being chased by what I could only assume were bandits. Dad unsheathed his mighty war hammer.

"Honey, go back home. Daddy's gotta take care of somethin'." His tone was serious. Mine was not.

"But Daddy, I wanna go with you. I'm not scared."

He knelt down to my level. His eyes met mine.

"I know you're not, honey, but do this for me. Ok?"

After a pause I nodded, my eyes obviously showed my disappointment. Dad kissed my forehead, rose to his feet and chased the Bandits.

After Dad was out of sight I headed back to Anvil. But then I stopped. I needed to know that Dad was ok, so I turned back around and ran in the direction my Dad had gone. I was disobeying his orders, and I didn't care.

The fresh footprints in the sand led to a solitary cave, which I entered without fear. All I could see was black. All I could hear was the lonely sound of water dripping from above. All I could feel was suppressed fear.

I grabbed a torch that hung loosely from the cave wall. Luckily, I knew a minor flare spell, courtesy of my overprotective mother, so lighting the torch was no big deal. It was big, though. I looked like an idiot holding it. The moment the heavy torch was lit, horror filled my body and caused my skin to freeze.

Bodies. Lots of bodies.

The bodies of the bandits, bodies of villagers... and the body of the Bosmer girl. The fear on her face terrified me. She looked so scared. Her eyes were haunting. The smell was horrible. Some of the bodies could have been there for days, or weeks, or months! That was a horrible thought.

What kind of monster could have done this?

But then I noticed something. Dad was nowhere to be seen.

And the dead had large bruises planted on their bodies. The weapon Dad took into the cave with him could easily have made them.

Only one question filled my head.

Did Dad do this?


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Acadian
post Aug 7 2013, 03:59 PM
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Welcome back to you! Thanks for the little ‘Previously...’ paragraph to get us right back into Lissa’s Art Attack (still loving that title!).

Turpentine made all the diff!

Whew, back to the studio, safe and sound. smile.gif

I had to smile at the end. Lissa’s relieved that Rihanae can talk with her again. And it was bittersweet for Lissa to see Anyanka’s parents in love – given her own family perils.


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post Aug 8 2013, 01:25 PM
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"Perhaps this is the image of a blank part of the canvas, unpainted?" Anyanka pondered. It seemed plausible

What a great explanation! I never thought of that.


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post Jan 15 2014, 01:58 PM
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HELLO! I have returned, this time for good! I know I always say that, then disappear again, but I this time I mean it! My health is in tip-top condition, work has been less demanding and my life is in order... so let's return to Lissa!

I want to apologize to and thank my readers for their patience and well wishes!

As always, A quick, accessible re-cap of the story so far is available on request, but I will most likely create a separate thread with a constantly updated summary.

Now, this next chapter is very, very short, BUT on Friday I will post the next chapter. From then on every Wednesday will be update day!

SO without further ado...

P.S my spell check isn't working! I've been careful with spelling and proofreading... so, please, nits are very, very welcome in case I've missed anything.

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PREVIOUSLY: After navigating through the painted world, taking out trolls, Lissa and the girls found the brush of truepaint on the deceased body of the thief who stole it. Returning it to Rythe, he and the girls promptly returned home to the Lythandas household. The Lythandas' happy reunion left Lissa with longing for her own family troubles...


37. Chapter 10 ~ Art Attack! ~ Part Four



As Jessie was off getting her recommendation from the guild hall and Anyanka was busy catching up with her parents, I sat beside the great Cheydinhal river. I'd taken my boots off and dipped my exhausted feet into the warm water.

From behind me I could hear a man singing a song about flying. I looked at him; he was clearly intoxicated. I couldn't help but smile.

I tilted my head back as I listened to the river rush past. I wondered if I'd ever have a perfectly peaceful life again. No saving of lives, no psycho killers; just peace and quiet.

"Of course you will... give it time." Rihanae insisted.

"I hope so because as much as I like risking my hide for strangers... I don't appreciate the stress lines."

"You're young Lissa. There's plenty of time for a simple life."

"I know... I just don't want to end up dead before I get a chance to have one."

"Oh, I'm sure that won't happen."

I shot up and spun, seeing and elderly breton woman stood behind me.

"Who are you?" I asked, keeping my body ready for confrontation.

"Sorry, I guess I must confuse you with my many guises, little sister. I apologize." She replied.

Leinahtan.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"To let you know that I'm still around." Leinahtan revealed. "I don't want you getting too comfortable with my absence."

I glared at him, then remembered that he'd called me 'sister', "How did you know I found out you were my brother?"

"I know everything. At least I like to think I do." He smirked.

I continued to glare, keeping my body tense in preparation for an attack. However, I couldn't help but wonder why he was so determined to play these games with me. I needed to know why he had become this way.

"What did Reina do to you?" I asked, a surprising calm to my voice.

Leinathan performed a patronising grin. "She showed me my true potential. She told me I could take over the world if I so desired... then I killed her; mainly to prove to myself that her theory was correct." He bragged. "But enough chatter. It's not time to fight just yet."

"Why?" I asked curiously, But not wanting to provoke him.

He smirked a creepy, certain smile, "Because you don't hate me enough yet*.. and it's no fun killing you if you don't truly want me dead."

"You're twisted!" I spat, "What did I ever do to you? It's not my fault you were taken from Mother and father!"
Did I regret my outburst toward my psychopathic brother? Of course. Luckily It didn't matter, as all he did was chuckle at me.

"Wait and see, little sister. That rage will boil over in time," He then narrowed his eyes, menace in his voice," And I, for one, cannot wait."

Suddenly, before I had a chance to respond Leinahtan, or rather the woman he had possessed, burst into a raging ball of flame, crisping into a pile of rotten smelling ash.

I stared silently, watching as the charcoal snowflakes fell to the ground...

"Lissa?" Rihanae asked, his voice quiet and subtle worry in his voice.

I didn't respond. I didn't know how to respond.

Leinahtan really did have some kind of vendetta against me... and he wasn't going to stop until I was dead.

But I'm not going to give him that satisfaction... I cant.

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post Jan 16 2014, 11:26 PM
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So glad to see you back and continuing the adventures of Lissa and crew. Even better news that you’re feeling well. goodjob.gif

And just as Lissa’s enjoying a quiet time byt the river. . . Eeep! NathanielLeinahtan’s back! And using a shapeshifting ability? Or perhaps some form of possessing another, as Lissa surmises. Regardless, he is one scarily creepy individual. It seems he does have a weakness though - the desire to draw hatred from Lissa. The young Redguard is wise to deny him that.


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post Jan 17 2014, 04:03 PM
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Acadian: Thank you for a warm welcome! I'm so glad to be back... I have lot's planned for my little redguard so getting back to posting her story is so exciting!

PREVIOUSLY: After taking a moment to herself in Cheydinhal after Lythe's rescue, Lissa finds herself confronted by Leinahtan in the guise of a woman he is possessing. He threatens that he isn't finished with Lissa and the only reason he doesn't attack is because she doesn't hate him, claiming it's not fun killing her if she doesn't truly want to fight back. The encounter leaves her shaken and terrified.


38. Chapter 11 ~ The Tale of Sir Mazoga ~Part One



I don't know why, but I decided not to tell the girls about my encounter with Leinahtan in Cheydinhal. Maybe it was because everyone was in such a great mood because of the other events that occurred there... maybe I just didn't want to admit that he had left me terrified. I know it was potentially dangerous not to have them aware that he was still keeping tabs on me...

So with a smile on my face the girls and I headed to our next destination, the southern city of Leyawiin. It was time for Jessie to collect another recommendation for her entry into the Arcane University, and, surprisingly,

Anyanka held no hesitation into joining us.

"So, after Leyawiin how many have you got left?" I asked Jessie.

Almost instantaneously Jessie replied, "Only the one. Anvil." She grinned, obviously excited that her journey was almost over and excited for the thought of success. "I've managed to get the others with flying colours... which is a relief."

"Why?" I asked.

"Well you need recommendations from every guild hall in Cyrodiil. One refusal and that's it. No entry." She told me.

"Well what about Kvatch? That's bound to be pretty hard, what with it being up in flames in'all." I said sincerely.

"LISSA!" Anyanka scolded.

"ANYANKA!" I mocked.

"I got to talking with a couple of the surviving guild mages... They wrote me one which I have to deliver by hand." Jessie said with remorse in her voice, "I felt kinda bad asking, considering everything that happened there."

"Do not feel bad, Jessie. You asked with consideration and a warm heart; they understood your plight." Anyanka consoled.

"I guess so-"

"STOP!" Screamed a leather-clad Khajiit who appeared as if from no where. He glared at us with a vicious, toothy grin; his sword pointed toward us menacingly.

Unthreatened, I replied, "... Why? Are you going to tell us a joke? I love jokes!"

Unnecessarily terrified, Jessie looked at me, "Don't provoke him Lissa!"

I laughed at her response, "What is there to provoke! Look at him! He's about as terrifying as a sheep," I said, then turned to the Khajiit, "No offence."

"ENOUGH! I was going to let you live and simply take your gold... but now I think taking it from your corpses would be much more fun!" He unthreateningly threatened.

"This is growing tiresome." Anyanka sighed, unsheathing her sword. "I shall handle this."

She then proceeded to chase the suddenly terrified Khajiit, giving him chase down the road we were walking down. She didn't chase him very far though, stopping and returning to us. The Khajiit continued to run away.

"Why do they always underestimate us?" Anyanka asked me.

"Why didn't you take him out?" I asked.

"He barks louder than he bites. I doubt he would have actually tried to hurt us." Ankaynka informed me very matter of fact-ly.

"But... but what about if he attacks another innocent passer-by!" She panicked, "We have to do something about him--"

However, as she said this I caught a glimpse of the Khajiit in the distance getting jumped by a rather large wolf. The wolf instantly won.

"I don't think that we need to worry about him anymore." I chuckled to myself.

"Ohh... poor man." Jessie said, suddenly changing her tune. "Nobody shoud go by wolf gutting."

I laughed, "But getting stabbed by a robber is perfectly fine."

"Well no, of course not..." Jessie moped.

"... You are very confusing. You know that right?" I joked. You couldn't help but love her sweet nature... but that same aspect of her could put her in danger with regards to Leinahtan.

I go to thinking about whether Leinahtan would target my friends, which he most likely would. I then got to thinking whether my friends could fight back. Maybe if they knew the truth about my encounter with him I could warn them to stay away from me for their own safety.

But I couldn't...

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We entered Leyawiin, and words cannot describe how the city appeared. It wasn't as visually nasty as Bravil, but at least Bravil had character. Leyawiin seem damp and dismal. Although the architecture was quite impressive to an extent, The business buildings were nothing more than small, stone shacks, but the rest of the buildings that I could still were tall, colourful and elegant. It was quite a strange contrast; there was clearly a wealth divide in this place.

"Right, I'm going to find the mages guild and see about my recommendation. Will you guys be okay?" Jessie asked me.

I nodded, "Yeah, we'll be fine. We will catch you later."

Jessie wandered off, leaving Anyanka and I alone.

"What is the matter?" Anyanka asked me.

I looked at her, I was obviously giving off an expression I didn't notice I was wearing, "Nothing... it's just not what I was expecting." I then smiled and put my hands on my hips, "So... what do you wanna do first? I'm DYING for a glass of Surille Brothers."

"No," Anyanka said rather bluntly, "As we have never been here before we must have you introduce yourself to
the count."

I turned my nose up in disproval, "Aww... but I want a drink."

"After. But the count is first. You're a stranger in this city; it's always best to make sure the Count knows of you in case there is any trouble. outsiders are always the first to blame" Anyanka told me.

"Okay..." I said, not really sure Anyanka's order was entirely necessary... but saying that it couldn't hurt to get myself in the Count's good books.

So as Anyanka and I were walking through the city on our way t the castle I sparked conversation, "So... does the Count know who you are?"

"He does," She replied, "He is a fine gentleman... but his wife is far from that."

"Oh really? Is she boar-face? I hear the plain girls sometimes get nasty because of their looks." I teased.

Anyanka didn't care for my joke, "No. Countess Alessia is a true beauty; she is just an incredible racist."

I suddenly got very nervous, "Racist?"

"Yes. It means when a person harbour unnecessary hatred toward another race simply due to the fact that they're different." Anyanka explained, although I knew what the word meant.

"No... I know what racist means. I just meant who is she racist toward?" I asked, "Can I note that my skin only gets this dark after too much exposure to the sun."

"You can relax. It seems her problems only lie with Argonians. Possibly Khajiiti, too." She explained.

"Ahh... good," I relieved, "Well, not for the Argonian folk. Poor guys."

Following this we finally made it to the Castle. Anyanka stormed ahead whilst I slowly walked toward the door, admiring the beauty of the large structure. It was enticing... the castle's of Cyrodiil truly were magnificent. I wish I had a castle.

So we headed inside, immediately greeted by a large, open space that was the greeting hall. Dark reds and dim lighting filled the space. It felt a lot more welcoming than other castle's I'd visited.

Anyanka responded with a nod, "Yes... it does have a certain charm to it-"

"WOOAAHH!!"

Suddenly into our eye line we saw a man fly across the room, landing on a pillar with a painful sounding thud.

"What the..." I said to myself with an impressed and surprised chuckle.

As I wondered on nirn was going on, an orc, presumably female, clad in iron armour came into view, "YOU ARE NOT THE COUNT! I WISH TO SPEAK TO THE COUNT!"

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post Jan 18 2014, 05:06 PM
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And on to Leyawiin for a recommendation. I really like that you gave acknowledgement to Kvatch in the recommendation process.

Oh, and a highwayman. I honestly think those guys are the ones that washed out of bandit school. If you pay their toll, they walk away and turn their back on you – displaying a big sign that says ‘Shoot me here if you want your gold back.’ laugh.gif

Countess Caro a boar face? tongue.gif As Anyanka explains, she is pretty ugly on the inside.

Woot! Sir Mazoga! Luvs Sir Mazoga. wub.gif


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post Jan 27 2014, 05:01 PM
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It’s great to have you back, Rihanae. smile.gif

Yikes, that poor Breton woman!

That was a humorous meeting with a highwayman. Wolf-gutted, ugh.

Sir Mazoga, yay! biggrin.gif




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post Jan 31 2014, 09:23 PM
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Fun tale, Rihanae! Welcome back! Glad you've returned to it. A pity you don't have more readers. This is a great story.


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And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed.
I long for scenes where man hath never trod
A place where woman never smiled or wept
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below—above the vaulted sky.”
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post Feb 15 2014, 08:09 PM
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Acadian: I had a feeling you'd enjoy this chapter tongue.gif Mazoga is very fun to write IMO. A very complex character!

Grits: Haha believe it or not, the highwayman incident it vaguely similar to an actual in game experience! Glad you're enjoying the chapter!

DE: Awh thank you! What a compliment smile.gif

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PREVIOUSLY: After another encounter with Leinahtan in Cheydinhal, Lissa decides not to tell the girls, thinking they'd be safer not knowing.

Once in Leyawiin Jessie heads to the mages guild for her recommendation.

Lissa and Anyanka head to the castle to introduce Lissa to the Count, but once their they find themselves in the middle of an orc's rampage...


39. Chapter 11 ~ The Tale of Sir Mazoga ~ Part Two




"ASSAULT!" Cried a castle guard as he witnessed his comrade fly across the room. He unsheathed his sword and walked menacingly toward the Orc.

"Do you want a piece of me? I'm not afraid of you!" The orc, a female orc, bellowed. She had balls.

I turned to Anyanka, a tiny bit worried, "Shouldn't we do something?" I asked.

Anyanka seemed to find my question amusing, "Are you serious? Let her pay for her crime."

I knew Anyanka was right... but I didn't know the whole story. Just because you look guilty, doesn't mean you always are. So I decided to step in, placing myself between the orc and the guard before any damage could be done.

"Wooahh, there guys. I know you're both itching for some violence and that's grand; but maybe we should talk this out, yeah?" I suggested.

Both the orc and the guard glared at me, but only the orc spoke up, "Step away from us, tiny redguard, this is not your fight."

I nodded, "Correct... but who's fight is it?"

"I didn't come here to fight!" She protested. "I came to see the Count!"

The guard laughed patronisingly, "HA! You think I will allow that? You're out of your mind!"

I turned to him, "What harm could it do?"

The guard looked outstanded by my suggestion. "Are you SERIOUS?"

The orc the turned to me, a large grin spread on her face, "Can you bring me the count? It seems you are the only reasonable person in this place. It's a disgrace."

I then turned to the guard, "I promise if she causes more trouble you can lock me away along with her. Agreed?" I said, wishing I hadn't made a mistake. I'm not sure why I was so eager to help the orc, something about her seemed so... earnest. Desperate. I just felt like I had to help her. I was also a little bored, and she seemed like a big ball of fun.. but mainly the helpful, desperate thing.

The guard glared at me, deciding my fate, then put his sword away, "I hope, for your sake, you know what you are doing, Redguard." he warned, then turned to help his fallen colleague.

Well that was easy, I thought.

"What on Nirn are you doing Lissa?" Rihanae asked me, confusion in his voice. "You do not know this orc... and you put your trust in her?"
I know... I know. But I've done crazier things, right?

"... I suppose." Rihanae answered with minimal hesitation. I wasn't sure how to take it.

"Why did you do that? You don't know me." The orc asked accusingly. Her presence alone felt very aggressive.

"Good question," Anyanka pitched in, looking at me with her eyes narrowed and steely.

"Can't I just do something nice without being accused of an ulterior motive?" I asked.

"No." Anyanka said, rather bluntly.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes, then set my attention to the orc, "Okay, what's the problem?"

"That is none of your concern!" She said, throwing her voice in an intimidating way.

I wasn't phased, "... Well I just saved you a night or two in jail... I could just call the guard back if you'd prefer?" I softly blackmailed. I was bluffing, of course.

The orc gave me an unimpressed look, itching to find an argument. She couldn't, "I need to know where I can find Weebam-Na."

I felt confused, "Weedum what?"

"She's looking for Weebam-Na; a local hunter," Anyanka said, then looked at the orc, "Why is it you seek him?" She asked with dangerous concern.

"I wish only to discuss my business with him. Either find him for me or leave me to talk to the count!" The orc demanded.

"I don't like the sound of this..." Rihanae told me.

And I don't like the sound of your nags, but hey-ho, the show must go on, I 'tsked' in thought.

"Okay... So if we find this Weedum-Rah and bring him to you... then what?" I asked.

"Then I will consider not ending your life for your intolerable interference!" She threatened.

"Bit of an overreaction." I muttered to Anyanka. "Okay, Anyanka knows where he is I assume, so we will bring him here."

"I will do no such thing! I do not know this orc, nor do I trust her!" Anyanka protested. I gave her a puppy dog eyed look. She couldn't resist. "All right then. But if this end's badly..."

"RIGHT!" I said." We will find Weedum-Rah and bring him here. Then you can do whatever it is you need to do." I then remembered something. "Oh... who do I say you are?"

"My name is Sir Mazoga. You'd do well to remember that." She bellowed.

"... Sir?" I asked, a little bit baffled.

"Yes." She replied.

"But you're female?"

"I am." She growled.

"But you're a sir?"

"Aren't you listening?!" She said.

I decided to brush off the utterly confusing nature of her name. I didn't quite fancy being decapitated. Mazoga looked the sort to strike before she thought.
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post Feb 16 2014, 04:59 PM
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How very ‘Lissa’ to insert herself between the blade of a guard and an angry orc without really thinking things through. No wonder Rihanae and Anyanka were a bit concerned. wink.gif

You did a great job of showing us the familiar Mazoga that we all know and some love. I see Lissa picked right up on the fact that SIR Mazoga is tad sensitive about her name. laugh.gif

Off to find Weebum-NaRah. tongue.gif

Nit: ’The orc the turned to me, a large grin spread on her face,’ - - You want ‘then’ instead of ‘the’ of course.


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post Feb 18 2014, 03:00 PM
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Uh, wow! What a scene! When Sir Mazoga(or just Mazoga) is involved, you know stuff is about to go down. Orcs have quiete the temper, but Mazoga takes the cake. Fun chapter with some new things surely to come, knowing about Mazoga and the backround of this chapter. Great!

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I long for scenes where man hath never trod
A place where woman never smiled or wept
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below—above the vaulted sky.”
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post Feb 21 2014, 01:53 AM
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Of course Lissa the Archress would scratch her head over Sir Mazoga’s masculine title. biggrin.gif That’s the Sir Mazoga we know, all right! Lissa is a friend even to folks she’s just met. happy.gif


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post Nov 18 2014, 05:10 PM
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Hey guys!

As most of you know I have been working on my novel for a while now which has taken up a lot of my free time... then I got to reading this.

DARN. The inspiration is back! MUST GET TO EDITING AND CONTINUING THIS STORY!

So, yeah. This is my odd way of announcing I will be continuing this smile.gif

I will probably update once a week as, like I said, my novel comes first tongue.gif

But yeah... UPDATE SOON GUYS! WATCH THIS SPACE!

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post Nov 28 2015, 08:29 PM
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I'm really eager to get back to this... but I'm not sure. As much as I love it I'm working on so many projects right now I don't have time for it.

Unless readers of the story wish and want me to continue... what do you guys think?

I was thinking of doing a thread of short stories based in Lissa's world, too. Less chronological but still the Lissa we know and love.
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post Nov 28 2015, 08:33 PM
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I do love Lissa, but am unable to read more than short sentenced posts anymore; so - can't vote on this. verysad.gif




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post Nov 28 2015, 08:45 PM
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I think you should work on whatever projects inspire you the most. If you might want to get back to writing for Lissa, why not try a few short pieces from Lissa’s world and see how it goes? How you feel about the time spent might help you decide. smile.gif


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Grits' advice above is wonderfully insightful. I'm just pleased that we may be hearing more from Lissa, in one venue or another. happy.gif


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