Knights of the Nine - New Kvatch, Attempt at fan-fic Options

[McBadgere]

Thank ye all...Espescially Trey...Cheers matey...I shall edit the others in later...On me dinner break and someone is stamping their foot waiting for the next bit... ...

New parts alert!!...

Previously on KOTNNK...Galasafon and Aeirawen had left to take Marrick Gellert back to New Kvatch...Then all hell broke loose...

And now...This...




1.11 – Galasafon (pt.6)






3E 438 (Present day Jack ) – West of Fort Freedom.




Ewythr burst through the trees and neatly jumped the rock that had been out of sight until then. Galasafon had given up trying to direct the horse. He was just concentrating on not falling off, having to hold Marrick Gellert’s comatose form in front of him.

Oreyn’s Cheydinhal Black horse was fast and agile, and Galasafon had quickly realised that the only way any of them would get out alive was to simply let the horse go.

They were some way from Fort Freedom by now. In which direction, Galasafon couldn’t say. They had simply run - as Aeirawen had commanded the horse – once the horde had burst into the clearing where the Knights’ horses had been kept.

The Bosmer had been hard pressed to hold on once the horse had launched himself at full sprint, so he had absolutely no idea what had become of Aeirawen. He was aware of the growing frustration within him, but had to ignore it in concentration.

Aeirawen. She was young, beautiful and looked almost exactly like the great love of his life. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t help but stare at her. Over the few years, Galasafon had obviously gotten to know the Knight well, and was also in love with her for her own reasons.

But then, wasn’t he betraying Celia by it?

He had no idea where Celia was, she had been sent away – like the rest of the Elitarii - by the Emperor and hadn’t come back from it. Was she dead? Was she in hiding and had no idea how to get word? It’s not like she couldn’t come to McWylde. She should know that the rest wouldn’t be far away. Celia wouldn’t be able to read the news, but surely McWylde was the most famous man in Cyrodiil by now? Someone would have mentioned his name.

A fireball interrupted his reverie and Galasafon cursed himself for having let his concentration waver...Again.

Frowning, he put his hand on Gellert and risked a look backwards. A Khajiit was in the lead of a group of men. Judging by the hand waving and fireball hurling, the majority were Breton or Imperial wizards, but several armoured Redguards and Nords were in the pack.

He sighed at his situation, then blasted the base of a nearby tree with a concussive fireball. The base of the tree blew sideways, and the canopy made its inexorable way down to the ground. Several of the group failed to avoid the falling tree and ceased to be a problem. Trying the same trick again, he looked backwards to see the group slow, but not stop, preferring to stalk their prey from far enough back to avoid being flattened by a surprise.

Galasafon urged Ewythr on and the horse put his head down and pushed harder.

Putting some clear distance between him and the pursuit, Galasafon began to feel a little calmer. Enough to think and plan.

All around him, rocks of all sizes were jutting out of the ground. In several places he’d passed a grouping that headed higher than the tops of the trees. An idea formed, and all they needed was a ramp. He risked a look backwards and, satisfied, he backed the horse off a little.

Galasafon felled several more trees to delay pursuit just that little bit longer.

Ewythr left the woods behind and they were in open country, though Galasafon couldn’t immediately work out where. However, with the Colovian mountains in front and to the right he guessed he was headed west.

Still the bare rocks were above ground and the Bosmer saw the perfect one.

“Whoa boy...On there...Quick...” Galasafon looked behind. Dammit...No idea.

The horse got up onto the rocky plateau and turned around, shaking from the run. Galasafon said to the horse, “This will not be pleasant...I’m sorry boy.” And put his fingers in the horse’s ear. Ewythr objected to this and shook his head. “We don’t have time for this.” The Knight said, released Gellert and held the horse’s head with Telekinesis. He then found the wound he’d inflicted in the Imperial and put his finger in that. The Imperial moaned and Galasafon kicked him in the head.

And with utter terror about what he was about to do, he activated the Shroud spell, just as the pursuit burst out of the woods.

Shrouding himself initially took a lot out of the Knight, and hiding the three of them almost made him faint. Fighting the dizziness and its attendant nausea - desperate not to vomit and waste the effort – he held the horse against its surprise.

“Sssshhh.” He quietly hissed into Ewythr’s ear. “They’ll go past soon.”

The pack headed out in his general direction. The Khajiit scanning this way and that. He pointed forwards and the charge began.

Hoping desperately that this wouldn’t take long, Galasafon watched the group approach. His stomach threatened to let loose and spoil everything.

Suddenly the Khajiit held a hand up and the pack stopped.

“Oh no.” Whispered Galasafon and the Khajiit’s ears swivelled forward. The tracker got off his horse and looked down.

Galasafon simply didn’t have anything left for another chase.

The Khajiit walked with his head down, and despite the summer having left the ground hard, there was enough on the grass to make it obvious what had happened.

Others in the pack had realised what had happened and left their horses behind, heading for the plateau.

Galasafon began shaking with the effort of the Shroud.

Exhaustion finally taking him, he fell forward and off the horse. All three became visible and as Galasafon hit the floor, he heard a cry of triumph from the Khajiit.

The Bosmer also heard himself quietly say, “Mazken hai warrant Sii...”

As he closed his eyes, Galasafon registered that there was an ear splitting bang as the air was shoved aside for something that hadn’t been there an instant ago.

He could smell cut grass, fruit, flowers...Spices.

He opened his eyes.

He was in the bed of an ornately decorated room. His head was on a soft pillow, but pointed towards a large, open window. One of three such large windows that were easily twice his height that tapered to a rounded point at the top. Turning his head to take in the rest of the room, he saw there were several columns in the room. The tops of these were decorated with various repeated motifs. Not all of these seemed very pleasant. Unless you really liked bearded creepy men that is.

Galasafon’s gaze took in more of the room. The walls were covered in a patterned design that seemed to flow together and separate as you looked at it. There was furniture in the room, wardrobes, dressers, chairs and tables.

One long table had a veritable feast of fruit on it, and in front of this stood a tall, slim woman. A naked tall, slim woman.

That caught his eye.

Long dark hair, slender shoulders and arms that obviously knew work, the back tapering from the shoulders down to a narrow waist and then out again for her decent hips and glorious behind, and then lovely long shapely legs. That all this picturesque beauty was covered in scars – all over, some of them fresh – only seemed to add to the delight. Something else for the eye to follow...As if another reason were needed...

Galasafon sighed happily and the woman turned around, which brought forth another sigh of delight from the Bosmer.

The woman had been helping herself to some grapes, and she put another into her mouth with a raised eyebrow.

She chewed and swallowed the fruit, then said, “My lord! You have awakend!..” She tilted her head and bit her lip. “You’re no longer sleeping either.”

Galasafon blinked and then grinned. “My love.”

The woman grinned back, turned back to the table and grabbed a handful of grapes and made her way - hips swaying - to the bed.

Galasafon couldn’t help but stare.

She sat by him at the top end of the bed and fed him a fruit.

“Sleep well my Lord?” she asked.

His head ached and he allowed a frown to spoil the joy he felt. “Not really...I keep getting this feeling...Pulling me away...Towards somewhere else...Like there’s something going on...Or...Or about to happen...Not here, but out there...In the other’s realms...”

“The other Daedric princes plotting maybe?..I’ve heard they do that from time to time.”

“Yeah, probably.” He massaged his forehead, widening his fingers and thumb to his temples.

He looked into the Bosmer’s eyes and lost himself in their beautiful, huge, deep brown openness. “Cutter, I love you...You know that don’t you?”

“I love you too my Lord...”

“Don’t call me that.” Galasafon frowned. “Not here, when we’re alone.”

“Very well, Galas...I love you too.”

Galasafon looked at her, extended an arm and ran his finger down her midline, between her breasts and then opened his hand to tickle her. She squealed, batted his hand away and sat smiling down at him.

“I have never known such joy Galas...Your coming here has been such a new thing for us all...I hope it never ends.”

“Me too.”

Galasafon sighed and a shadow fell onto his heart that he couldn’t place and looked out of the window at the sky. “That place I came from...Do you remember what it was called? I can’t...I think I should, but I don’t...Why is that?”

“Aaahh, that is not my area of things to know, my...Galas...You are Lord of these lands, they are all that you need, so maybe the world you came from is being taken from you?”

Galasafon’s sadness grew and he turned back, frowning. “There’s something about out there...” He gestured, “I may need to-”

Cutter placed a finger on Galasafon’s lips, shushing him. She placed the grapes on the bedside table then moved the silken sheet away and climbed onto Galasafon.

She kissed him deeply on the mouth.

“Forget the other place.” She whispered and kissed his neck.

Cutter looked into Galasafon’s eyes and said, “You have all that you will ever need...Right here.” Moving herself down, she said,

“Your faithfulness,” she kissed his chest.

“Will always be,” his stomach.

“Rewarded.”

He was in the country. He could see the trees. Hear birds singing.

He blinked and looked about himself. There were corpses everywhere. Some were just piles of armour with ash in them.

Who were they? Who was he for that matter?

He put a hand to his face and blood dripped from his nose onto it. Gripping the bridge of his nose he turned around and looked about himself. A few horses were milling about some small distance away. A black one stood apart from the others, closer, eyeing him warily.

Suddenly Galasafon came back into his mind and he screamed at the pressure.

The black horse flinched and made as if he was about to run, but seeing Galasafon was not headed for him, stayed where he was.

Looking about himself with fresh awareness, Galasafon felt scared. Had he done this? It’s Cheydinhal all over again.

Looking up at Ewythr, the Bosmer suddenly remembered about Gellert. Galasafon rushed up to the plateau, but the Imperial wasn’t there. Running back down the slope, Galasafon started searching the base of the rocks. That’s where he found Marrick Gellert, leaning back against the rock, staring out...Saliva dribbling out of one side of his mouth. The Imperial was breathing, and as the Bosmer watched he sucked the spit in and swallowed.

Galasafon waved a hand in front of Gellert’s face but there was nothing, no blink response, no awareness...Nothing.

A tear fell down Galasafon’s cheek and he sat down hard and started sobbing quietly.

A dark sadness took him, and he lost himself.

Time passed.

He was aware when a nose pushed his shoulder, but he did not respond.

Darkness fell.

He heard a voice say, “Dear Gods...Marshall Galasafon, thank goodness we have found you. Are you injured?..Marshall, are you injured?..” A sigh, and then, “Stay guard, Khajiit will get help...Come horsey, will you permit J’zirlo?..Good boy.”

Time passed. A cart arrived and Galasafon felt himself picked up and placed on it. And then...And then...

The sword fell...


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This post has been edited by McBadgere: Jan 31 2012, 02:12 PM

[Fawkes]

I just saw this fic, I might be blind! Haha, so naturally I skipped class so I could read through it and this is how I was the whole time; Just like this

Yay, keep it up ^^

[mALX]

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Aeirawen. She was young, beautiful and looked almost exactly like the great love of his life. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t help but stare at her. Over the few years, Galasafon had obviously gotten to know the Knight well, and was also in love with her for her own reasons.

But then, wasn’t he betraying Celia by it?

Outstanding !!! Love that paragraph !!


But then we see this :

"Your faithfulness,”...“Will always be,” ... “Rewarded.”

Cutter: "What is this? Aeirawen was here? And who is Celia?"


ROFL !! Kind of takes the depth from his deep thoughts of earlier, lol.

It’s not like she couldn’t come to McWylde. She should know that the rest wouldn’t be far away. ...but surely McWylde was the most famous man in Cyrodiil by now? Someone would have mentioned his name.

Really Nice!! (or excusing his behavior? ROFL !!! )


The whole last segment from where he found the Imperial was outstandingly done. I only quoted this one section so as not to spam your thread.

He heard a voice say, “Dear Gods...Marshall Galasafon, thank goodness we have found you. Are you injured?..Marshall, are you injured?..” A sigh, and then, “Stay guard, Khajiit will get help...Come horsey, will you permit J’zirlo?..Good boy.”

Time passed. A cart arrived and Galasafon felt himself picked up and placed on it. And then...And then...

The sword fell...

GAAAAH !!! His own sword dropped from his hands? The Khajiit's sword dropped onto his neck, severing it? URK !!! You cliff-hung me !!!

Awesome Write !! I would love to read this story in the chronological order the events took place, really feel like cutting it up and organizing it to stop all the back and forth in time, lol.

This is added to one of my favorite chapters, Awesome Write !!!


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[jack cloudy]

It appears you do not simply walk into mordor away from madness.

Going by the last words before he blacked out, I thought Galas summoned a Dremora. But then we were in the Shivering Isles. So did he teleport away/invade the mad god's skull? Or was it a flashback? Who knows and who cares, we're all mad anyway. Have some cheese but be careful. You must wear pink or the cheese will eat you, or will it chase dogs?

[Athynae]

Wonderful, intense, mad...crazy mad, sad, and then ...the noose. Not nice McB, not nice at all. And how long shall we wait for the next bit that will solve this mystery, hhmm?

She chewed and swallowed the fruit, then said, "My lord! You have awakend!.." She tilted her head and bit her lip. "You're no longer sleeping either."

Just couldn't find the words....

"The other Daedric princes plotting maybe?..I've heard they do that from time to time."

Hateful cusses aren't they?

And mALX got the rest of them, dangumit! So I won't repeat herself.

Great one, another great one, so when is the next one, huh? (crossed arms, foot tapping will begin shortly)

[Colonel Mustard]

Why did you stop the story there?! Give me the next chapter NAO!!

Anyway, not much to add that hasn't been said, other than I loved the turn for the brilliantly surreal it took towards the end and a rather good cliffie. Looking forwards to more.

[Acadian]

I enjoyed the horse chase. Your pacing mirrored the speed of the hunt. Then everything went fuzzy. I guess that happens in the Shivering Isles. Loads of neat images jumping around to enjoy for a second or two before bouncing to the next. Fun to see Cutter. I mean, really see Cutter. You painted some beautiful pictures throughout this piece.

[McBadgere]

Aaaah...Yes...As a wise man once said..."Noo, you do me too much honour..."...Which could also mean....Nooo, you give me too much credit..."The sword fell" isn't the cliffhanger...It's Galas' memory...This is from the earlier chapter...

A moment’s terror passed as he remembered about the Vampirism, but unless his information was wrong about the way that it worked, the pounding of his heart made it clear that he should be more concerned with a different problem.

When was he cured?..

More importantly, How was he cured?

The sword fell and...The sword fell...

Galasafon frowned, stared at the floor, stood up, screamed, grabbed the chair and threw it against the wall, shattering it into pieces.

So yeah, it does it in the earlier one as well, (the actual fight) so I was just echoing that...


Some thank yous are in order from both...Umm...parts...

Athynae...Glad you really enjoyed the Olfords chapter...I really enjoyed writing that one...Thank you...And as for this one...Cheers, glad it's got layers...Like an onion...Yes...Thank you...As for the noose...(See above)...

Mustard...Cheers for the compliment on the Caroline one...And this story will be resolved in- Oh my, what's that on the tele?...What?..What was I saying again?...Cheers matey!...I appreciate it...

Jack...Indeed...Walking away from madness...*Nods*...Keep eating the cheese Jackie-Boy...It's good for you...Ps...You may have missed a bit...Not saying you did...But you may have...Thank you though...Cheers...*Bows*...

Grits...Cheers for that...Glad you liked it... ...

Acadian...Thanks for enjoying the Caroline one...I know she's a fave of yours... ...Cheers...And yes...This whole Galasafon thing is actually about the Shivering Isles and the consequences of it...Well...Not the whole thing...But the consequences definately...Glad you enjoyed Cutter...I'm pretty sure she's my fave NPC in the whole game... ...Cheers Acadian...I appreciate it muchly...

Treydog...Wow...Thanks so much...I'm glad it was worth all them quotes!...Wow...I'm stunned you thought that that much was worth quoting!...Wow...Thank you so much... ...It does encourage so much...

mALX...Firstly thank you...Sooo much...I'm glad that despite the bombing around the timeline, you're still hanging in there and enjoying it...If you think it's worth cutting and pasting, then be my guest ...Just remember, we're still early days in the KOTN and more of the same may happen later...Or earlier...If you know what I mean?... ...I'm so glad you're enjoying it at the mo at least... ...(Robert knows what is coming and is worried mALX will hate Robert... ...)...See earlier about the cliff-hanger...


I think that's everyone...

EDIT!!!!...Fawkesie!!!...Sorry matey...Lol...Reet, I'm so glad you enjoyed the story so much, that picture made me laugh... ...But, IF I HEAR YOU'VE SKIPPED CLASS TO READ A STORY AGAIN I SHALL RAISE MY EYEBROWS AND POINT AT YOU...LIKE THIS...*Raises eyebrows and points*...SO THERE...Cheers though...I appreciate it...

Reet, just at the mo...Time (ironically) is...Annoying...And our tele obsession is eating into the writing time, as a programme about The Crusades and A witty commentary on France by one of the funniest men ever, Johnathon Meades, is having to be On-Demanded in the mornings...So the next part of the story will probably be...A little while away...

And...It's not actually the next part of this...And I can pretty much say you'll all sit there and go..."Wha?"...But it's important to some of the other things I'll (probably) do eventually at least...

The Julianos show continues...But it's set at the present time at least... ...

*Rubs hands in joy*...

Thank you all so much...It's so encouraging...Genuinely am chuffed you like it...*Hugs heart*...

Laters...

This post has been edited by McBadgere: Feb 1 2012, 05:46 AM

[Grits]

Oh, yikes!! A headlong flight, desperately hiding in plain sight while being stalked by a Khajiit , and then they’re spotted!! So Galas summons a Mazken (I think? No?) and then… Naked Cutter?! She seemed to be making a persuasive case for staying in crazy town, but no deal. I thought that whole part was beautifully done. And Cutter’s remark made me giggle.

Galasafon is such a compelling character. I like that his power comes with a price. Plus I can relate to him being somewhat confused occasionally. Also it was great that instead of Gellert (boo, hiss), he protected the horse.

I love this story!!

[McBadgere]

Cheers Grits... ...Glad you're still there...Muchly...

Had a bit of trouble...But I have to share this...

NEW PARTS!!!...




Statement Of Intent –

Julianos




All you have been told is almost a lie. A “Truth” given to you, twisted in the telling through countless Akaviri whispers, by those with need to justify.

Quite simply, how could any of you know what went on? None of you were conceived of when we made this.

When we were made.

None of what you’ve been told is the truth. Not all of what you’ve been told is a lie.

Remember this.


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We were made.

We made this.

There was a war.

Right won.

Three stood against Seven.

One brought his celestial fury.

One simply brought knowledge and the right swords.

One was murdered, unprepared for what had come to pass.

The two strongest Aedra stood side by side and fought the seven to a standstill.

It could be argued – if the truth (the real truth) be known – that it was five against seven. For the three swords were stronger than any God. Devoid of anything but the right thing to do, they stopped the lesser Divines in their tracks.

The two strongest of both sides almost tore the universes apart with their battles.

Right won.

Wrong pointed fingers and pleaded.

The They/Them heard.

They/Them came back into the universe and were angry.

“YOU! TELL.” They/Them Prime said.

The Aedra looked down at his brother, but the brother was too consumed with fury and disgust to notice, so Akatosh told of the war.

The They/Them grew angry. “We give you all this and still you cannot be satisfied. You do not deserve. Come, Lorkhan. Never again will you be troubled.”

Lorkhan screamed as everything he was, was torn apart, never to exist in this realm again.

“What of her?” They/Them Second asked of Akatosh’s brother.

The strongest of the Aedra stared at the betrayer with absolute fury, then clicked his fingers, turned his back and walked towards his home. The swords followed him.

The They/Them shouted, “JULIANOS YOU WILL NOT TURN YOUR BACK ON US!” and raised their hand.

The Divine simply said “Neeylah.”

The Androform spun around and stared The They/Them in the eye with her Universe blinding blue.

The They/Them flinched.

Julianos turned slowly and simply said. “Don’t ever try that again.” And walked out of the world.


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You never knew this, and what you knew you have forgotten.

The Truth.


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This post has been edited by McBadgere: Feb 12 2012, 08:12 AM

[Athynae]

um, well, man it's early....words, use your words dear.....

AWESOME

That's about as well as my brain could ever put it.....fantastic.

Now, could you get on with it please?????

[treydog]

Still working my way toward being caught up. But this story is like good whiskey- one should NOT "guzzle" no matter how tempting it is.

Interlude-

PAAR! Woo Hoo! And that is another part which I would have to quote in its entirety. Will content myself with:

[quote]One of the Yskraich is back. I need you to find its trail. For that I give you something new to learn.”

The great Dragon stood up again and lifted his head in joy. His tail swishing. “My lady, it has been so long since anything...New, came to me!..”

Kynareth extended her hand and passed knowledge to the Dragon. The Dragon’s eyes closed and his neck slowly passed left and right as he savoured the new thoughts.[/quote]

AND

[quote]Akatosh came to the edge of the balcony and leant on the marble railings. “Paarthurnax!” He smiled.

The great dragon looked up emanating joy, “Father! Could my day get any more...Amazing?”

“Good boy Paarthurnax!” Akatosh said, “Now what is it she wants you to do?”[/quote]

Woo-Hoo!

[quote]“I never touched Lorkhan!” Akatosh shouted, “Why does everyone think I did? They took Lorkhan, you know that.” Akatosh frowned at Kynraeth confusion. “Why do you not know that?”[/quote]

Hmmm!

[quote]Julianos patted his body, “I know I haven’t been changed...I’d remember something like that,”[/quote]

Simply love your versions of all the Nine.

[quote]“Aeirawen,” said Brellin, “What colour are your eyes?”

“Blue.” She said cautiously, “Why?”

Brellin looked at Gael, then down into Aeirawen’s now dark brown eyes.

Gael grinned and then winked at Aeirawen.[/quote]

Oopsie.


1.11 (Part 1)

The opening has a “taste of madness” to quote Tom Waits (Heart Attack and Vine). Which is NOT to say it is not brilliantly done- quite the opposite.

[quote]“Oh dear, about to be incinerated again,” the close-crop haired man sighed, “very amusing.”[/quote]

Hehe

[quote]“Indeed,” said the slender man with his eyebrow raised, “really most impressive...Now, with your permission My Lord, if you truly intend to leave these lands to its fate and return to Mundus, would you at least transfer the Word of Rule to one who would try keep the lands in...Order?” There was the hint of an amused grin and one eyebrow twitched.[/quote]

“Order.” Yes well- to quote someone else, Inigo Montoya in this case: “You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”

The Bosmer smiled back, shook the offered hand and asked. “So what is my name?”

[quote]“I believe you once told me that your name out there,” Haskill gestured towards the grove again, “was Galasafon.”

The Bosmer raised an eyebrow, “Really?”

Haskill actually laughed, “Yes, Sir, really.”

“Oh.”[/quote]

Well- you know- it COULD have been Reg the Stomper or similar, so...

[quote]The bearded man frowned and patted himself, “I’m no an old woman this time am I?...That would be odd...Even for me!...Ha-haaa!...” The man took on a murderous look. “The power’s mine Haskill...Gimmie...Now...”[/quote]

“Madness” did I say? Ah- all becomes obscure now.

[quote]Surely he was due a break soon, but no, the Commander of the Bravil Guard seemed content to leave him there, sole candle against the...Whatever darkness that lay through that keyhole.[/quote]

Simply a wonderful image there!

And the introduction of S’Fara. Well- I shall let your words speak for me-

[quote]She walked up to him and linked her arm with his. A lump stuck in his throat.[/quote]

Yes- mine too.

[quote]Gaius heard the Bosmer cry “Prentus!! No!!” But all he could think of was S’fara. Even Gaius could feel that something was coming now.

Then, the portal exploded.[/quote]

Oh dear.

1.11 (Part 2)

Too many places to quote wherein Galasafon punctures the pretentious (I wear black- oo scary) Lucien to quote them all. Still-

[quote]“Yes, you said. So that wasn’t actually a no then was it?”[/quote]

And

[quote]Sadly for him Galasafon had never been held in the first place, and he punched Lachance square in the nose, which flattened instantly. Staggering backwards, Lucien’s hands came up to his nose and he blinked his watering eyes.

“How?! You caddot...Caddot...Damn...Can...nnn...Cannot have!”

“Probably not.” Replied Galasafon, then he kicked Lachance between the legs.[/quote]

It is so pleasant to see Lucien writhing in pain. Oh- did I say that out loud?

[quote]“What has that got to do with anything? I’ve eaten feasts like you wouldn’t believe. Doesn’t mean I can cook one.[/quote]

Loved that comparison!

[quote]Sadly, using Shroud in the first place took a lot out of the caster, and Galasafon realised just as the lute crossed the space between the player and himself that he was tired and in trouble.[/quote]

Did someone say- or rather think- something about “complacency?”

[quote]Pushing himself to his knees, he watched as the invisible assassin rushed at him with supernatural speed. A sword cut at him and his opponent’s Invisibility fell away. Galasafon realised he was in trouble.

Vampire.[/quote]

Whoops.

1.11 (Part 3)

[quote]Galasafon had not been able to do that since his return from the Shivering Isles. Seemingly, the words burned from his mind.[/quote]

Hate when that happens.

[quote]The sword attacks came slower, but still constant and inescapable. It was only dimly that Galasafon’s brain registered that the chiming was singing a marching rhythm into his head. The Vampire began a monotone.

“Give Up Little Bosmer. You Cannot Win. Give YourSelf To the Vamp. Sleep Wake Feed Joy.” The Vampire intoned.[/quote]

Oh my. That is just a brilliant bit of scene-setting and creatively creepy too.

The holes in Galasafon’s memory make for fantastic story-telling, and you use it effectively.

[quote]“Well, there was an incident at my...Work, in Skingrad. A hideous little man wouldn’t pay what was...Owed.”

Galasafon feigned sympathy as he realised what she was saying.

“Glarthir his name was.”[/quote]

Oh- that cannot be good.

[Grits]

Oh, now I am really excited for what will follow. I love the parts with the Divines! And though I can’t say I’ll be patient, at least I’ve learned to hold on to my questions!! And reread, and reread, and happily read again.

[mALX]

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Holy Crap !! (and I do mean Julianos)

The Divine simply said “Neemh.”


The Androform spun around and stared The They/Them in the eye with her Universe blinding blue.

The They/Them flinched.

Julianos turned slowly and simply said. “Don’t ever try that again.” And walked out of the world.

The They/Them shouted, “JULIANOS YOU WILL NOT TURN YOUR BACK ON US!” and raised their hand.

Or will he? MWAAAHAAAAHAAAA !!!!! And another Divine bites the dust !!! Stendarr, now Julianos ... By the time the story ends the Eight will be revealed for their weakness and the only one that will be left standing will be The Plus One - Tiber Septim.

AWESOME WRITE !!!!

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Awesome Write !!!

[Colonel Mustard]

So another bunch of the Divines are down now. Interesting, very interesting...

[McBadgere]

Oh, ye of little faith... ...

Spoilers...



Cheers...Athynae, Grits, mALX and Mustard...

And a mahoosive thank you to Trey for all that...Again...*Bows*...Thank you so much...

EDIT: Who knew smileys messed up the spoiler tags?... ...

This post has been edited by McBadgere: Feb 5 2012, 08:50 PM

[Fawkes]

That was freaking epic!

[mALX]

Oh, ye of little faith... ...

Spoilers...



Cheers...Athynae, Grits, mALX and Mustard...

And a mahoosive thank you to Trey for all that...Again...*Bows*...Thank you so much...

EDIT: Who knew smileys messed up the spoiler tags?... ...

But wait! I knew Akatosh was good from the meeting with Stendarr, and already said Septim...but ... but ...

The Divine simply said “Neemh.”


The Androform spun around and stared The They/Them in the eye with her Universe blinding blue.

The They/Them flinched.

Julianos turned slowly and simply said. “Don’t ever try that again.” And walked out of the world.

????? Huh?

This post has been edited by mALX: Feb 5 2012, 10:03 PM

[McBadgere]

It's just to show that with the three behind him, in his anger he is so powerful that he will ignore anything...

He is sooo cool...Just so you know... ...

The most powerful Aedra...

You have forgotten... ...

[mALX]

It's just to show that with the three behind him, in his anger he is so powerful that he will ignore anything...

He is sooo cool...Just so you know... ...

The most powerful Aedra...

You have forgotten... ...

Urk...well, on the "Don't ever try that again..." all I could think of was the man on his honeymoon that hires a romantic carriage to take them to their honeymoon hide-away in the mountains, far away from any civilization. A ways up the mountain the horse balks and refuses to move. The man gets down from the carriage and beats the horse.

"That's once." Says he, and climbs back into the carriage.

Further up the mountain the same thing happens. The horse balks, he beats it.

"That's twice." Says he, and climbs back into the carriage.

Way up the mountainside, the horse balks a third time.

"That's three times, now you've had it!" He yells. He beats the horse and then shoots it right there between the carriage stays.

"What the hell do you think you are doing? Now how will we get up to the cabin, or back down again? We're out here in the middle of nowhere! How will we carry all our luggage?" The new bride yells.

"That's once." Says the man.

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Urk.

This post has been edited by mALX: Feb 5 2012, 11:57 PM