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

[mALX]

The whole imagery of Julianos sitting in the high backed chair sipping tea and reading a book had me floored! Having an imitation chimney was a hilarious touch, but this trumped it all:

"My travels with an Adventuresome Nord - A Journal, by Darnand Penoit." It declared itself to be. And Julianos was genuinely amused by it. He laughed regularly.

As he did now.

"Hah! Nord, must you fling projectiles?!!...Hah!!...Priceless."

Julianos took another drink of his tea.

A chime sounded and the glass panel on the wooden box lit up blue. A scrawl appeared on the glass and Julianos sighed, closed the book, placed it down next to the teacup and massaged his eyelids.

This whole section had me rolling. Loved the whole chapter, but this was the icing that made the whole cake for me !!! Awesome Write !!

[Acadian]

‘It showed a nice picturesque scene of a waterfall and some countryside. However, the scene was moving, the water fell and made ripples in the pool below.’
As a connoisseur of waterfalls, I approve!

And Julianos reading Darnand’s Nordic observations. What a superb choice of reading material!

Just a divine Aedric day at home for Jules and his kids, reading books, sipping tea and playing in his own Orrery!

[McBadgere]

Cheers all...I'm glad you all were okay with the...Divine strangeness of it (the chapter) and the Androforms... ...

Thank you Acadian and mALX, glad you enjoyed it and the Jerric cameo... ...

Thank you Athynae for your ever kind words towards my efforts... ...

Grits, thank you so much for allowing the use of Darnand and by hint, Jerric...Endless cups of tea are an idea of heaven to me... ...And I totally agree about the use of magic holding Tamriel back...I may have to see what I can do about that... ...In my wonderings about stuff and the future I have wondered myself about that very subject...

The idea of the Multiverse is obviously not a new one, but I think that reference to the fact that we've all got the same characters from the game - let alone our creations - running around the same places doing different things can be explained that way...I love the multiversing things...But I shan't be using it too much more...Unless it's in Julianos' house, of which there is no more planned...Just yet...Well, one room, but that's it...

Aaaamywho...

More interludeness for you lucky people!!... ...

Previously on KOTNNK!!...Julianos was told in converation that his "firstborn", Myrrl was in Aldmeris (Which is the Elder Scrolls Atlantis if you didn't know)...As the piece will now demonstrate....

I thang yore...






1.11 – Galasafon (Interlude)





A name appeared on the Sphere.

Myrrl.

Julianos grinned. "Of course."

"Where's he?" asked Akatosh looking about.

"Aldmeris." Replied Arrai.

"HAH! Of course he is."




16th daytime of calendyear Six, in the Aldmerian cycle, 25373 ADW. (After Dawn War).



Danikka was scared. She’d been caught out. Not even fourteen summers and she was dead. Well, if the Spydros don’t get her then her mother would. The rule was, stay on the agri-land, stay within the eyeline of the guardian stones and all would be well.

Seven giant nightmares were swarming over the city’s shields.

The Spydros was an oversized man’s head in front of a disgusting, fat spider-like body and eight almost human legs, four each side, ending in far-too-tiny feet. The extra joints, to make the leg fold down making the nightmare even worse.

She watched the ground bubble where their vomitous attacks were being repulsed by the shield - a bright blue bubble of energy covered the city and beyond, produced by the Sentinels. Giant figures with intricate, currently glowing carvings covering their silent, ever-vigilant selves. They held both arms out, one forward and one above. From each hand, an energy field blazed forth and merged with the nearest Sentinel’s to produce the city shields.

The shields she currently found herself the wrong side of.

But the ruins! No one goes to look at the ruins. Danikka had pouted to her mother. The attacks by the Spydros were so few and far between these days why shouldn’t she go and explore? Mother says I need to learn, so I’m learning.

Two overturns of the calendyear and I’ll be fourteen, how grown up do I have to be?

Sadly, all Danikka had learned was that just because the Spydros had lessened their attacks on the fair city of Drzancheleft, doesn’t mean they’d stopped.

To add to the city’s – and Danikka’s – misery, a Draig had also decided to have a go. The giant Draig hovered, an intense, almost white flame came out of its mouth, aimed at a precise spot on the shield.

For the briefest moment there was a hole, Danikka watched as the flame sliced through a tower. One of the Spydros tried to take advantage of the hole but was vaporised by the Draig’s flame.

The Sentinels’ eyes glowed red and an alarm started shrieking through the second city of Aldmeris.

Danikka whimpered quietly. She wasn’t all that far from one of the Guardians - A carved head, with a giant sloping brow, deep set glowing blue eyes, a pointed nose and downturned mouth - but it was open ground between here and there. She’d be dead before she was halfway.

Oh why don’t I listen to mother? The thought wailed.

Danikka had been praying to Aldmeris’ Anshall, the high Guardian, Muir-El since the teeth grating sound of the activating shield had begun the girl’s terror. The dark haired girl had no idea how long it had been since the attack began, but she was starting to give up hope.

She crept around under cover of the ferroaken trees, so as to be nearer the Guardian stone, the colour of the hanging down foliage hiding the brown of her overalls. The girl took a step out and her heart leapt as one of the Spydros screamed, but it wasn’t for her. Still, Danikka ran back to the cover of the trees. Oh damn you Muir-El! Where are you?

There was a deep hum, she saw the shimmer and then the Muir-El was simply there, with sword drawn, between her and the Spydros.


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One of the spiders reacted and launched itself at Myrrl. He rushed forward under the arc of the Spider’s leap and split the creature’s underside from front to back with his sword. The five others all tried to descend on the Androform, but the Dragon was there first. With a screech that scattered the spiders in all directions the Dragon came at Myrrl.

Wings outstretched, the Dragon dove at the skeletal figure and flame belched out. The Androform took it and turned himself around as the Dragon pulled up and turned itself around for a second pass.

This time, Myrrl leapt and landed on the Dragon’s nose. The Dragon immediately climbed for altitude, it then started to shake its spiny head back and forth, trying to shake off the Androform. Myrrl had grabbed two of the spines and held on.

With a mighty roar, the Dragon stood on its tail, its body vertical to the ground, beat its huge wings and hurled itself at the stars.

Myrrl clambered downwards to the creature’s eye and repeatedly punched it.

The Dragon howled but continued its headlong flight to the black.

Although it wouldn’t make a difference to Myrrl, he could tell it was getting colder. He looked past the Dragon’s body and judged the distance.

He leaned out and put his head firmly in the Dragon’s eye-line. The red, hate filled orb swivelled ‘round to stare with disgust at Myrrl’s continued existence.

He waved at it.

And vanished.

The Dragon continued its climb for a few seconds until a sword removed its head from its body.

The two parts continued upwards for a distance, stopped and then started to fall, separated.

Myrrl enjoyed the rushing air as he fell, and watched the ground come towards him for a time.

He vanished.


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Danikka had wailed as the Draig had carried off the Muir-El into the sky. Her green eyes rimmed red with the tears of fear, shame and anger at herself for being so stupid and arrogant. She had watched the Draig get smaller until a nightmarish scream pulled her attention back.

The Spydros had restarted their assault on the city and were getting as far as they had been before.

The Imperial girl sat down hard and wept some more. Drzancheleft was far away from the next city, far to the north-west of the continent. Even with the travel portals, Commander J’Drell and his oh so amazing Armeris - even if they were on their way - would be hours yet. Ours being stuck behind the shield. The dark haired girl thought.

Someone should have planned that better.

Aldmeris was a hard and unforgiving land.

I should have listened mother, I’m so sorry. Danikka thought.

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There was a hum and a shimmer and Muir-El was back. Danikka stood up again and clasped her hands together.

She heard the strangest noise come from the Anshall and all the Spydros turned as one. They skittered with all the speed they could at the figure. Muir-El was dwarfed by the five nightmares that were easily twice his height.

The Spydros unleashed their fury with everything they could. Acidic vomitus, teeth, legs, it was carnage in there.

Danikka wailed again.

Her breath was almost taken away when there was a deep rumbling hum. She looked right and Muir-El was there, right next to her.

The Anshall looked down at her and tilted his head.

Then he looked up at the Spydros and made the grating noise again.

Danikka’s eyes widened in terror at the Anshall and then she turned back to the Spydros.

The five Spydros took one step and were crushed as the body of the Draig landed on them.

Danikka was stunned as Muir-El made a shouting noise and then started applauding himself!

He looked down at Danikka, nudged her gently, pointed at the scene of carnage and then applauded again. Feeling elated, Danikka applauded along with him. This seemed to please the Muir-El, who suddenly looked up into the sky, and Danikka felt as though the noise that issued forth was a swear word somehow, but, as she was then many feet away from where she had been moments before, and a Draig’s head was in the place where she’d been stood, Anshalls swearing was the least of her concerns.

Danikka looked up at the Muir-El and then fainted.


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Myrrl caught the girl as she fell, he put her in the crook of one elbow and carried her towards the Watcher. He reached the giant carved head and paused. He touched a finger to the brow and a series of glowing glyphs appeared on it. Satisfied, he started walking towards the city, girl in arm.

Suddenly he stopped and looked up at the sky. He stiffened up in surprise at one point.

He nodded his head and then looked down at the girl’s sleeping form. He gently placed one finger on her head. Myrrl stood taking readings for a couple of moments, until a groaning started coming from the girl. He moved the giant finger away, aware that that may not be the greatest way to wake up, for a human at least.


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Danikka woke up in Muir-El’s arm and was stunned when he gently knelt down and tipped her up to standing.

He started talking in the strange language he had. It seemed almost song like.

Although she had no idea what was being said, she could tell it was a chastisement. Muir-El was pointing to the Guardian, the city and making a dome shape with his hands. Finally he pointed to Danikka herself, her head and then he patted her on her shoulder. Each time he’d touched her, the Imperial was surprised that something so strong could be so gentle.

Suddenly, a cloud of dust resolved itself into a shape.

Danikka’s jaw dropped. A large Argonian stood in front of them.

Muir-El stood, said something and Commander J’Drell answered, “Good to see you too.” And bowed.

The Anshall talked some more, gesturing all the time. A couple of times Muir-El pointed to her and she could see the Argonian’s brow wrinkle.

Finally Muir-El stopped speaking and turned to her, and Danikka knew she would never ever forget the moment that the Anshall Muir-El bowed to her.

Why would he bow to me?!! She shrieked internally.

Muir-El stood up and laughed. There was no other word to describe the sound she heard. Had he heard what she’d thought?

Muir-El patted her shoulder again, nodded to her, turned to J’Drell, shrugged and then vanished.

Danikka shook her head and looked up at the Argonian as he walked to her.

The shields had vanished – the Sentinels back in dormant state – and people were streaming out towards the scene of battle. The girl could see her mother.

She welled up with tears again, but she wiped her eyes lest the Commander think her weak.

Danikka looked up to see the Argonian smiling down at her.

“Am I in trouble?” she asked.

“Ooooh!!...More than you can imagine,” the commander replied with a laugh, “Myrrl wants me to train you for the Armeris.”

“WHAT?!!”

“I’ve no idea. Let’s go find your mother. You start first thing in the morning.”

Danikka pouted.

The Argonian frowned, “You get to explore the ruins.” He said raising his eyebrows again.

Well, that sold it.


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This post has been edited by McBadgere: Apr 3 2012, 03:25 AM

[Colonel Mustard]

So now we have universe jumping. Interesting, very interesting indeed.

You know, the more I read this the more and more do I get the feeling that this is going to be just bigger than Nirn. This looks, might I say, to be more along the lines of Paradise Lost or something...

[McBadgere]

Lol... ...

Thank you for the compliment... ...

But it's not jumping universes...One universe is big enough for me... ...Just suggesting that there are other ones bordering on this one...And stuff falls through...

I thank you matey...Nice to see you btw... ...

[Colonel Mustard]

But it's not jumping universes...One universe is big enough for me... ...Just suggesting that there are other ones bordering on this one...And stuff falls through...

Oh, OK. I assumed that with all the twisted up names (Drago instead of Dragon, for example) in the last part this was, perhaps, set in another reality with bits from Nirn coming through to it or something like that, seeing as the last part was with Julianos examining various bits of reality to try and find Myrrl/Muir-El. Ah well, still looks damn good so far.

[McBadgere]

Danikka is Aldmerian (of Imperial race), and having been essentially cut off from the rest of Mundus for many thousands of years they (Aldmerians) have similar but not the same words (like you said, Draig/Dragon Muir-El/Myrrl)...

I think there's more explaination of Aldmeris in part 2 of this, but as the whole thing wound up being over 4000 words, I had to cut it somewhere... ...Obviously the clarity went with it... ...

Sorry about that...

This post has been edited by McBadgere: Feb 18 2012, 09:21 AM

[mALX]

I was confused by the Myrrl/Muir-El too, had to go back and re-read that section unsure if it was one and the same. Loved the section from where Danikka wells up with tears and looks up at the Argonian - and Myrrl/Muir-El's gesturing to get his/her point across through the language barrier. Interesting chapter, mostly in the second half. I was kind of lost in the first half, feeling like I'd eaten too much pizza and was having a vivid nightmare - probably how Danikka felt about that time, lol. Great Write !!

[McBadgere]

I appear to have confused issues with using slightly different words...Here...Here's part 2 to make things more confusing... ...

Just to get it off me hard drive... ...





1.11 – Galasafon (Interlude pt.2)






Masser 3E 438 (Tamrielic calendar)





Myrrl appeared on Masser and turned to his sister, Neerlah.

“Sister! Good to see you!” he said in the whisper thin atmosphere, and walked over to the other Androform. Myrrl grabbed his sister in a big embrace, which never failed to stun Neerlah.

“Myrrl.” She replied from over his shoulder.

Neerlah patted her brother’s back and he released her.

“Arrai sends her love.” She told him.

“Excellent! I must visit dear Arrai. It has been too long since we spoke face to face.”

The two Androforms turned to view the city in the crater. Their intelligences reviewing all possible evidence that could be seen from this point.

“Impressive.” Myrrl declared, “It has been here an awful long time. I look forward to viewing it up close.”

“How is Aldmeris?” Neerlah asked, “It has been a long time since I was there.”

“Indeed it has dear sister!” Myrrl replied, “Aldmeris calms piece by piece. It shall soon be the green and pleasant land it once was, again.”

There was a thump and the two Androforms spun around.

“Father! Lord Akatosh! Good to see you!” Myrrl walked over to the pair and clasped both of them about the shoulders in turn.

“Good to see you too, Myrrl.” Answered Akatosh with a smile.

As Myrrl grabbed him, Julianos put his hand to the forearm of his son and smiled affectionately. “It’s been too long Myrrl, you should visit more.”

“Ah yes, I have been busy of late Father. But, Hah!...What’s an age between Immortals?!”

“Indeed.”

Myrrl released his father and walked away. “Dear sister here says you have a task for me Father?”

Julianos then explained all that they had seen in the likely future and the need for Myrrl’s influence in events.

Myrrl turned to view the city and was silent for a time. “I will, of course, do as you ask of me.”

“But?” said Akatosh.

“Oh, there is no but, Lord Akatosh, oh no, I shall do as asked. However I’m leaving the land I have called home for some time, undefended. That is not to be taken lightly. Due to your actions so long ago,” he pointed at the Divines, “Aldmeris is all but cut off from the rest of Mundus. Indeed it appears cut off from Divine attention of any kind. The people know of them, all of them, and many worship, but only because of the Arrived and what the three of us,” he indicated himself and Neerlah, “have managed down the ages.”

“What do you mean all of them?” asked Akatosh with a frown.

Myrrl tilted his head and answered. “All. Of. Them. The eleven Divines. The truth. Is there a problem with the truth Lord Akatosh? Aldmeris may be the only country in the world that knows the actual truth, no?”

“Why you arrogant...” Akatosh started towards Myrrl, but then stopped. Myrrl’s sword point had gone from sheathed on his back to digging a hole in the moon dust, seemingly without any intervening movement. Akatosh also paid attention to the fact that Neerlah was stood watching intently with her arms crossed.

Julianos turned away, looked at the moonscape, sighed and said, “What a magnificent desolation.”

“Mundane threats,” Myrrl sighed, but then continued as if nothing had happened, “are taken care of, they can manage them, but with new threats literally appearing from nowhere at any time, from any time it seems, it has not like I have been sat on my chair watching the world go by these past years.”

“The Arrived?” Julianos asked, still turned away.

“Yes, the people that arrive on the land from nowhere. Whatever you did those years ago is pulling people and things there. And I am leaving it untended and undefended.”

“I will go Myrrl.” Said Neerlah.

Myrrl turned to look at her. “You would do this?”

“Aye. I always enjoy the time I spend there. It would be a pleasure dear brother.”

Myrrl walked over to the other Androform, sheathing his sword on his back and said, “Dear sister! You are wonder.” And grabbed Neerlah in a furious embrace. This time, Neerlah seemed to relax into the hug, and put her arms around her brother.

“Here is how everything works.” Myrrl said and he linked his mind to his sister’s and shared the information.

“Impressive.” Declared Neerlah, “You have been busy.”

Julianos turned back to view them with a frown. Then he looked at Akatosh.

“I think we need to visit one of these days.”

Akatosh answered with a nod.

“Although Father, there is one favour I would ask.”

“Name it.”

“There is a human girl I have just met. She is one of your seekers yet she has no Divine-light within her. She is incomplete. And I fear that her continued looking for answers will soon be her undoing. I believe that she is...Important.”

“You want me to Call to her in other words?”

Myrrl nodded.

“Where to? I’ve been sending them to the Knights. Where is she going to go?”

“If I may Father?” Myrrl walked towards Julianos with his finger extended towards the Divine’s forehead.

The God shrugged and allowed the contact.

Julianos considered and then nodded his agreement. “A fair idea. Neerlah, can you link with Arrai please?”

There was a moment’s pause and then, “Father.”

“Arrai, could you have the house prepare the Aftaar?”

“Where is it going?” Arrai asked.

“Aldmeris.”

“It will be difficult for the house to manage it there. I shall have it prepare The First.”

“Thank you Arrai.”

Myrrl bowed and said “Thank you dear sister!”

“Myrrl, if you’re going to Cyrodiil, you have no excuse to not come and see me sometimes. Take care.” Said Arrai.

“I will...To both! It will be...Good to see you!”

Akatosh smirked. “Anyway, a mysterious city awaits. You can both spare a few hours. Come and see what’s there.”

“Wait!” said Neerlah. They all turned to look at her, “Arrai?” she added.

“What’s the name of person we’re sending Aftaar to?” Arrai asked.

Julianos looked to Myrrl.

“It will be quicker if I link you the name and location.” The Androform said.

Myrrl then turned his head. “Lord Akatosh, the information I gave the Aldmerians was only the truth. It is only information. It has not caused any grief, panic, terror or otherwise. The people of Aldmeris have far more pressing concerns, such as ‘Please Gods let me have some crops to tend and also could I not be eaten today?’. The country is too busy to be worried by dogma and division over religion. As it should be. Please let us not be at odds over this?”

Akatosh nodded and indicated the city with his head.

They walked.


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21st daytime of calendyear Six, in the Aldmerian cycle, 25373 ADW. (After Dawn War).




Outside Drzancheleft. North-west Aldmeris.




Dear Gods does she ever shut up?! Thought J’Drell.

They were out by the nearest Watcher, ostensibly going over the basics of shield use and sword holding, but actually using the cover to talk of more delicate matters.

“I thought you said I’d be exploring the ruins?” Danikka pouted.

“Yes, I did. And you will. Just not yet.” Replied J’Drell. “When you started talking of your dream though, I thought it best to...talk separately. You wish to have the finest minds on Aldmeris to start crawling around inside your brain?..If you’re not careful, literally.”

“What do you mean?”

“If I’m right, it sounds as if you’ve been called to the service of the Nine in the name of Julianos. And since I’ve been here, there’s only been a dozen people who were Called. And they were Arrived.”

“Eleven.”

“What?”

“There’s eleven Divines. And what do you mean the only Called were Arrived?”

“Sorry, of course. No, wait, two are dead so there’s only nine. Anyway, you get talking about a dream like that, and what it means...People will get curious. Just get on with your stance practice. And I meant that the only other Called I’ve ever met are Arrived, brought here...and I know when they Arrive because I’m told by Myr...I mean, Muir-El.

“Get on with it!” He pointed.

The girl ran through the form drill and J’Drell had to admit that Danikka was a fast learner. And a surprisingly hard worker, given her tendency to pout.

And my Gods she could talk.

“Make sure your feet are planted properly. Balance.” He walked to her with his sword and shield and demonstrated again.

“That’s a very pretty sword Commander.” Danikka observed.

J’Drell looked down at his Katana. Yes it was pretty. His original one was in his home. Impossibly old now, he’d had a ‘Smith make a new one every so often down the years. Always a copy of the original. He looked down at the girl, handed the sword to Danikka and stepped back.

She swished the sword experimentally. J’Drell frowned. Five days she’d been in the Armeris, having apparently never been near a sword. He had to admit, Myrrl may have been right about this girl.

“Go back to your sword. Tell me all of the dream again.” The Commander said.

Danikka sighed but talked as she moved.

“Well, there was a voice first. It said ‘Why is it only I get sent to silly girls out in the middle of nowhere, hmm?’ then a white haired old man in strange dress appeared. He was frowning. And then he said to me ‘Mark well girl, and remember.’ Then he put his hands together and opened them like it was a book. I felt a burning in my mind.” Danikka carefully put a hand to her head, “..And then...Then there were some pictures of mountains and stuff...And then the old man raised an eyebrow, grabbed the edges of his jacket by his chest, said ‘Hmmph!’ and disappeared.”

J’Drell half-smiled at this last bit. Then he turned away from her and his eyes glowed purple as he activated the life detect, just to be sure. He turned back to talk to her.

“Well?” she asked.

“The location? Can you picture it? Back in my day we were called to The Priory, Or New Kvatch, or Newheart. I’m really not sure where you’d be called to here.”

“Wait, I know some of them names, but they’re not on Aldmeris.”

“Hah...Yes, they’re a long way from here.”

Danikka frowned. Where are you actually from? When are you from? The girl thought, but she said, “I’ve read them, years ago.” She made a noise of frustrated effort. “Where do I know them from?”

J’Drell sighed. “So you’ve forgotten already?”

“What do you mean?”

“What did he say? And do?”

“Oh!”

Danikka put her hands together, concentrated and opened them like a book. A glowing tome appeared in them. “Ah!” she said stunned. The book felt warm in her hands. Words scrawled along the page and realised instantly what the ‘Book’ did, “We have an old journal in the house, a very old journal.” She said, frowning at J’Drell. “The Knights of The Nine. You’re a Knight of The Nine. From Tamriel. You’re in the journal. It’s not just someone with the same name is it?, it is you isn’t it?”

J’Drell looked down at the floor and dug at the ground with the point of the sword. He slowly nodded, not looking up. “Cyrodiil.”

“How the hells is it you? How old are you anyway?! How did we get the journal?”

“Well...” J’Drell scratched the back of his neck, “Long story, ageless and I look at you now and remember something I should never have forgotten. Someone.”

“Who?”

“Nevermind.”

“Tell me!”

J’Drell frowned and said “Remember who you’re talking to girl.”

Danikka pouted.

J’Drell rolled his eyes. “The pictures, location...Do they mean anything to you?”

Danikka sighed and shook her head. Then a look of an idea crossed her face. She closed the book and then opened it again. “Here!”

J’Drell smiled and said “Good girl, I know that place. We’ll get some of the others and go find it, starting tomorrow.”

He looked down at the girl and sighed.

“I’m sorry. The story of my age and how it is me is such a long one.”

“Is it a long trip? You can tell me then.”

“Hah...Yes, it might well be.”

Danikka frowned as if considering if this was an insult. “The someone?”

“A woman, with long dark hair...Called herself Shaade. But that’s for later. Storytime over, back to your practice.”

Danikka did, with renewed enthusiasm.

Suddenly there was a hum and a tall figure appeared before them.

J’Drell frowned.

“That’s not Muir-El.” Danikka said.

“I know.”

The figure walked over to them.

“Myrrl told me about you.” The Androform said, “He’s been called away, I shall be here instead.”

“I can understand you! I can understand!!”

Neerlah looked at J’Drell, who rolled his eyes.

“Wait!” said Danikka, “how can I understand you?”

“It’s the Call, Julianos’ gift.” J’Drell told her.

Danikka positively beamed and started doing a dance on the spot whilst singing “I can talk to Anshalls, oh I can talk to Anshalls.”

Neerlah looked at Danikka, to J’Drell then back to Danikka and shook her head. She said to J’Drell, “I am Neerlah, I will be here in Myrrl’s stead. Fear not.” She nodded and then vanished.

Danikka stopped dancing. “Why does it-”

“She.”

“She?!..How do you know?”

J’Drell sighed and raised his eyebrows.

“Anyway, why does she keep calling him Myrrl?”

J’Drell winced and looked down briefly “Because that’s his name?”

Danikka’s jaw dropped.

“Enough of this today. I can’t take anymore.” Said J’Drell with a laugh, “Let’s go talk to your mother about some things.”



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[Athynae]

Typically I would kick myself in the seat if I was late getting to one of your posts but (DO NOT take this wrong!!!) this time I am glad I was occupied elsewhere.

I am awed by this, really, just the way you describe everything and pull it all together, wonderful. The manner that Myrrl, Neerlah and Arrai communicate is classic but works so well for this piece. I am enjoying the look into the past/future or the future/past or well you know what I mean.....love it, just love it.

Danikka reminds me of a young elvish imperial I know.....hehe

[Acadian]

I like anything featuring a dragon! And this one could fly straight up – well, until it got its head cut off. By a sword.

I see Danikka is gradually figuring out brother Androform and sister formette.

So pouting, frowning, talking Danikka is striking to become a Knight of the Eleven! And she is clearly making good progress because, before the end, she is swishing swords and dancing!

[mALX]

Looks like Danikka made quite an impression on Myrrl, lol. Can't wait to see where that takes her ... to the Knights of the Nine in Cyrodiil by chance? Great Write !!


Ah crap, I thought I was at the end of it and missed a whole section. Hold on, I'll be back with more comments, lol.

Hah !!! I am loving the addition of Danikka !!! Great Write !!!

This post has been edited by mALX: Feb 19 2012, 04:06 AM

[Grits]

Wow, the Spydros sound extremely creepy. The tiny feet really got to me for some reason.

I think the switches in POV between Danikka and Myrrl worked very well here, as I didn’t go too long guessing in Danikka’s paragraphs before Myrrl’s thoughts confirmed or corrected me with the Tamrielic names. (I didn’t get that it was a dragon until Myrrl named it, for example, but I didn’t have to wonder for long.)

The five Spydros took one step and were crushed as the body of the Draig landed on them.

Danikka was stunned as Muir-El made a shouting noise and then started applauding himself!

All in a day’s work for Myrrl! The, er, huge Androform really charmed in this section, and the part with J’Drell.



As Myrrl grabbed him, Julianos put his hand to the forearm of his son and smiled affectionately. “It’s been too long Myrrl, you should visit more.”

Isn’t that always the case with parents and their grown offspring. Even the immortals should visit more often!

The little standoff between Myrrl and Akatosh was very interesting. Good to get the nod from Akatosh that he wasn’t going to start a religious war as his first act upon visiting Aldmeris.

How fun to see J’Drell of the expressive face dealing with Danikka of the running mouth.

I really enjoyed this part!

[treydog]

1.11 (Part 4)

[quote]The bandit had them spinning, windmill fashion, walking towards the Nord Knight with a murderous look on his tattooed face. Farn had his helmeted head tilted in what Galasafon imagined was probably amusement. Olfsson raised his hand and shot a large fireball into the bandit’s exposed chest. The bandit skidded down the corridor on his back and stayed there.[/quote]

Rather reminds me of Indie shooting the scimitar-wielding character in Raiders… And is equally gratifying.

[quote]He’d brought them all here on the strength of their trust in him. All of them risking the wrath of the Emperor on what was at best, capturing a wanted deserter and murderer turned bandit without direct orders, and at worse a personal vendetta against his brother-in-law...Former brother-in-law. [/quote]

Oh my- definitely a twist I did not see coming.

[quote]He walked up to and between the Imperial and Nord. “Foss?” asked McWylde, breathing heavily.

“Brellin’s with him.”

“No I’m not,” said a voice behind them. Which then quietly added, “There’s no need anymore.” [/quote]

Damn and blast. It is always hard losing comrades.

[quote]Glarthir descended into hysterical laughter “I’ll be dead before the next morning if you take me back to the Emperor.”

Galasafon narrowed his eyes at Glarthir, “I fail to see the downside.”[/quote]

Have to agree there.

[quote]With that, Galasafon pushed Glarthir backwards. The bleeding Bosmer stumbled to a stop. “Help me?” he asked of McWylde.

Olfsson answered him with a Nordic Thu’um, and the Bosmer flew backwards over the waterfall.

The four Elitarii walked to the edge and looked down.[/quote]

Incredibly vivid scene- so well described that I felt as if I was there.

[quote]At which point, Uriel Septim had put his hand on Galasafon’s shoulder, looked with more than a trace of sympathy into the Bosmer’s eyes and said, “I’m so sorry.”[/quote]

A real leader- a good one- will give you the reaming you deserve- AND understand why you had to do what you did.

1.11 (Part 5)

[quote]Galasafon sighed and dropped the Shroud spell prompting a squeal from a passing lady. “One of these days you’ll tell me how you can see into that. You’re the only one that can.”

“Well, there is another, but that’s beside the point. Anyway, why should I give up my advantage?” Robert smiled.[/quote]

As did I upon reading that.

[quote]“I just think the Universe likes to take the piss out of us sometimes.”[/quote]

Quoted for truth.

[quote]“Oh, don’t start on me again Commander.” Galasafon spat. “You know out of all of us, even Farn, I’m the least comfortable with all this Nine business. Denying them now would be like denying that the sun rises and sets. But worship? Why? What have they done for me to worship them? Glarthir died because he attacked a prostitute when she insisted on payment not for what he did to my sister...His wife?..His kriffing kids for...” Galasafon started breathing heavily. “I have too much hate Robert. For everyone and everything. I am not worthy of being a Knight. This with my sister broke me somehow. The betrayal, the loss, all of it. And then...Then, to top it all. The Emperor.”[/quote]

That goes a long way toward explaining things- and is also some powerful writing.

[quote]“Yes, it seemed he had some issues with being able to do it until I asked Farn to go and have a word with the Commander of the Watch in Bravil.”

“Hah!” Galasafon actually smiled, “Which word was that?”

“I think it was “Sit” First at least.”[/quote]

Perhaps- if he was feeling generous…

1.11 (Interlude)

[quote]That despite all Caroline’s efforts to save the Emperor, she’d been branded traitor along with the remaining Dragon Company still made the retired General angry. Run around like headless chickens, desperate to make scapegoats.

It was the testimonies of himself and several other notables that had saved Jayred Grice, Alix Lencolia and a couple more. Many others - lesser notable soldiers - had been executed as traitors. Kenth was well aware that had it not been for Robert McWylde and the ex-Investigato J’Drell, his daughter may have been included in the deaths.[/quote]

A lot of history expertly covered in a small space.

[quote]“Well, someone needs to help me fix that,” Kenth pointed at the broken door, “you’re not getting out of it because you’ve had a scratch.” he said with an eyebrow raised.

“Sorry Daddy.” Caroline mock pouted.[/quote]

That made me smile.

And really- I want to quote the WHOLE section. But I will settle for closing with this- as the wise writer did before me-

[quote]The two old friends sat - or stood - and watched the stars come out.[/quote]

[McBadgere]

Thank you so much Treydog...I imagine that a post likes that takes ages, and I'm so...Oh, I don't know the word...They all seem trite somehow... ...But whatever it is, I am...Thank you so much...It's always encouraging...

For the more recent parts, thank you all and I apologise for being so...Confusing... ...Which these next few sections will make even worse, as they have little to do with the last part... ...

To colour in from the start...The year is 3E 604, which is a good 160 years after Oblivion and New Kvatch's start...This is the year that the game Skyrim makes out as when the Aldmeri Dominion (The ruling Altmer and Bosmer collective) having conquered many lands previously held by Cyrodiil's Empire, decide to invade Cyrodiil itself...Obviously, I'm having none of that as it makes no sense within where I'm going with me story...

I've had this rebuttal planned since about a week after Skyrim came out...I hate the game's story, and am enjoying burying it...

Thank you...






1.12 – Empire (Pt.1)







3E 604 – Imperial Palaces, Newheart. 30 miles south-west of Cheydinhal.






Seven pairs of heavy booted, martial feet echoed as they made their way along the marble floor of the Imperial Palace’s throne room. The soldiers of the Second Aldmeri Dominion marched briskly towards the occupant of the throne, looking neither left at the opulent furnishings and ornate hanging tapestries, depicting the major cities and landmarks of Cyrodiil, or right, out of the giant windows, beyond which lay ornamental, manicured, terraced gardens. Seven pairs of eyes stared fixedly at the seated, emerald green attired small woman with copper coloured hair, who at this point seemed to have not noticed their approach.

The lead Altmer, General Sher Derlar, brought the party to a stop at the base of the steps up to the dais. He watched the Empress reading a book to the two children at her knee. The young girl’s eyes kept trying to turn to watch the soldiers, but the son’s seemed to be fixed on his mother. The General looked up behind the throne. Two soldiers – a pair of The Empire’s vaunted Knights’ Blades – stood either side, a female Khajiit on the left and a male Nord on the right. Both stood with legs apart and arms folded, at ease. Knowing who they were, the General was under no illusions about how battle ready the pair were.

Sher Derlar didn’t become the Aldmeri Dominion’s finest general by going into situations blindly, and recognised the shape of this trap before it could be sprung.

He cleared his throat.


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“Empress Mia McWylde, The Second Aldmeri Dominion has conquered your most hallowed hall and now holds you prisoner. Call off your armies, submit to our will and rule and you will be treated fairly.”

“...And that is how Farn Olfsson saved the day again. If only all Olfssons were as heroic, eh?” The Empress smiled and turned to look at the Nord.

The children laughed at the joke.

“Madam!” the General said with an edge.

“Oh, yes, hello!” Said the Empress with surprise and closed the book. “Still, after a hundred and fifty years, some things have to change eh?” she smiled at the Aldmeri soldiers. “Have you ever read this General?...Um?”

“Derlar, madam.”

“Derlar,” the Empress nodded. “Well, General? Have you ever read ‘Legends of The Knights of The Nine?’”

“We are required to study all the texts regarding our greatest enemies.”

“Greatest enemies? You’ve only been causing trouble for thirty years for Aetherius’ sake, how can they be your ‘Greatest Enemies’” The Empress said in a mocking voice while she made quotation marks with her fingers.

“Madam, your Highness, please, I don’t think you appreciate the danger you’re in. We have you completely at a disadvantage. You have sent all your troops away, you have little to no defence here. We are the elite troops of the Aldmeri Dominion and there are only two here to defend you. There were none outside.

“You can end this without loss of life. All you have to do is surrender, right here, right now.”

“Otherwise?”

“Please, have one of these...Soldiers take the children away. I am not without respect. They do not need to hear...discussions.” The General narrowed his eyes.

The girl whimpered and looked up at her mother with trembling lip.

The Empress put her hand out and gestured with her eyebrows, then winked. The daughter smiled weakly and put her hand to her mother’s, who gripped it.

Mia McWylde was about to speak when her son said,

“Can I kick him in the nuts?”

The words died in the Empress’ open mouth as she looked at her son.

“Only Olfsson said I should kick people I don’t like in the nuts.”

“Did he indeed?” The Empress looked around at Cairn Olfsson who had the good grace to look embarrassed. “We are at court Robert, can you mind your manners?”

“Oh, sorry mother...Please can I kick-“

“No!

“We used to call then Jerbey’s in my day and then only-”

“MADAM! You are in a dire situation. Could you please give it some damned respect!!”

“You mind your language in front of my children man! Now, what do you know of me?”


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The General could feel the trap starting to bite, but he was – he had to admit – somehow unable to see where it was coming from.

The Empress asked him again.

“What do you know of me?”

The months of study ran away with his mouth.

“You are Empress Mia Seren Jarn, but you rule with the Dynastic name of McWylde. A former Knight of The Nine yourself, you married Andreius Jarn, another Knight of The Nine after you rose to the throne and eventually had these two...children, Prince Robert and Princess Eleni. Your father is the Nordic Knight, Karran Shernsson, one of these ‘Legends of the Knights’ you speak of, and your mother is Maire Shernsson, bearer of the Emerald Lamp, high-keeper of the flame in the Order of The Lamp. She is the only daughter of Emperor Robert McWylde and his wife prior to his rising to the Dragon Throne, Caroline. Your mother’s younger brother was taken by the same conflict that also took your father, your brother, and led to your grandfather’s death in the destruction of the old Imperial City.

“That act is still under discussion as to how it happened, the White-Gold Tower had stood for many an age, and yet it now lies ruined by a wave of destruction previously unheard of.” Having no opinions or facts levelled at him, the General continued, “I know that you are much older than you appear, and that’s down to the Altmer blood in your family, which seems to be still going strong given that it is now four generations back.

“You ascended to the throne twenty years ago on the day your Grandfather died. Your mother actually inherited it, but then abdicated in favour of you within seconds.

“You rule over a much diminished Empire – if it could be even truly called that anymore – but much of the blame for that lies with the Elder Council’s having ruled for too long without a true Emperor...Or Empress.

“And you rule from here, the palaces in the city of Newheart, as in New heart of the Empire. Very clever.”

The General tilted his head, “Anything else or can we get on with it now?”

The Empress leaned forward with a particularly venomous smile. “No, that’s my biography, I said what do you know of me?”

Damn, the General thought, I can feel the trap...Where is it?


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“Did you know that my favourite colour is emerald green, because it reminds me so much of my mother?...Or did you know that I when I’m here alone you’re more likely to find me in the servant’s kitchens of an evening, eating chicken and deep fried chipped potatoes with them, than the dross that I get at these almost unending damned banquets?..I love cats, dogs, the smell of summer rain on sun-baked ground, I want a pet unicorn and did you know that I would never, ever,” The Empress spat the word with all the venom she could, “keep my children in a situation where there was the slightest danger to them?”

The General frowned and looked left and right.

“I have three words for you General and your ‘we need a second Aldmeri Dominion because the first one failed spectacularly.’”

General Derlar sneered, “I’ll never surrender?”

“Isn’t that technically four words? I’ll...It’s a contraction isn’t it?...I will never surrender...That’s four?..But I suppose I’ll is used so much that it doesn’t matter really...” The Empress shook her head and frowned, “But anyway, ignoring the possibility of it being four words, it is definitely a cliché. No, I was thinking more,” The Empress sat forward with eyes shining with magic as she said,

“Fus-Ro-DAH!”

The air blast from the Thu’um knocked the seven soldiers backwards as if autumn leaves before a storm. They came to an abrupt halt at the wall and thick oaken doors that had been closed behind them.

The Empress stood, lifted the front hem of the skirts on her emerald silken gown and sped towards the piled soldiers. Skidding to a dignified halt next to the General. Mia knelt down and smiled a particularly humourless smile at the Altmer.

“You arrogant little $hit, you really believed you could just walk in here and demand we roll over for the great Altmer nation didn’t you?” she nodded, “You thought that you could just lure me into making a mistake like leaving here undefended? HAH!...What’s most insulting is that everyone always underestimates me. I mean how stupid can one man be fercryingoutloud? You said it all yourself, Knight of The Nine? Nordic Legend of a father? Most powerful woman in the world for a mother? And I’m the kriffing Empress you idiot! Any idea of the power that gives you? And I mean literally not figuratively. And you genuinely thought that you seven ever held a slightest threat to me? HAH!”

The general was gasping for breath but he forced out, “Language Empress. More soldiers coming, Shrouded. You’re dead but you don’t know it.”

“No there isn’t.” McWylde shook her head. “We knew you were coming, we knew when you crossed onto the estate and you were followed all the way in here.”

“Heh, impossible. We know that the Shrouded cannot be followed.”

Mia’s eyes flashed purple. A ghostly figure appeared, hanging in the air behind her. A full face covering dwarven helmet on its head, its chest covered in a ghostly representation of the Knights’ armour, ending in the traditional wispy skirts of the wraiths.

“Meet the Zephyr Wraith, for want of a better name...I call him Keith.” She smiled back at the wraith. “Developed by the finest minds in Cyrodiil, they came up with the ultimate defence for the Shroud. You see, you still make people shaped air pockets when you move.” The Empress shrugged. “They saw, they warned us, you were followed.”

“Impossible.”

“Besides, with a room full of soldiers you were never going to get very far.”

“What the hells do you mean now woman?” asked the General with a disgusted sneer.

“Meet my husband, General.”

A man appeared, standing right behind the Empress. He was blonde haired, blue eyed and had the look of a man who was generally unimpressed.

The General’s eyes widened in shock. The shock grew as the remainder of the soldiers revealed themselves.

“General,” Mia said, “Meet the Knights’ Blades and the Knights’ Shadow. Be impressed, be very impressed.”

“We still have an invasion fleet.” The General spat out.

“Yeah well, we have a J’Drell. Now,” men’s knees buckled, the young princess squealed briefly and fainted. She caught by the prince and placed, seated on the throne, the Universe was generally warped as Mia McWylde brought the full power of the Voice of The Empress to bear on the Altmer General, “what are your plans General? And I don’t mean the ‘Log cabin for the weekend with pretty lieutenant’s pretty wife.’” Mia looked left briefly, “Widow.”

Mia looked thoughtful for a moment, then she added, “And just for the record, I’m going to take it all back. Every bit of the lost Empire I will have back. I’m going to live for a long time General. Every country. One at a time.

“Now, about those plans.”


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When the General had finished talking Mia stood up.

“Deal with that.” She ordered the soldiers while pointing.

Two fast talking children rushed at the Empress, and it was with a wince at the squeal from the Altmer General that she realised that the answer “Yes of course!” had gone to the wrong question. As the little princess had run to her with, “Mummy! Mummy!! Did I do good? Was I a brave girl?” the prince had simply asked at the same time, “Please can I kick him in the nuts now?”

“That reminds me,” she said to her husband, “did the Surilles ever deliver the wine?”

She kissed the heads of the two children and called Cairn Olfsson over to look after them. She dragged her husband behind one of the large stone columns inside the throne room. Then she planted her lips on his and kissed Andreius deeply.

They parted and he asked, “What now?”

“Well,” she looked up demurely from under her lashes, “I’m going back to my room and have a beautiful Khajiiti help me take off my clothes,” She bit the corner of her bottom lip, “and change into something more befitting,” she leaned in, lips close to his, “a good...Hard...Ride...” She paused. And then said loudly, “It’s your own fault Olfsson, you shouldn’t have been eaves-dropping.”

Mia looked up at her husband. Andreius said, “You’re going to Anvil aren’t you?”

She nodded. “I have to.”

Jarn frowned, “No you don’t, you want to.”

“Careful husband, I am still your Empress.” She mock chided him.

“Yes, that you are your Highness. I can still worry can’t I?”

“Of course. It won’t make the slightest difference though.” Mia smiled.

“Would it help if I was on my knees?”

“Undoubtedly,” the Empress raised an eyebrow, “but we haven’t got time for that sort of thing.” She smiled at her husband briefly but then it dropped as she shouted, “Olfsson!! Oh for Gods’ sake, go get a drink man!” Mia sighed and then said, “See the children safely to Cloud Ruler Temple, I’ll join you ere I’m able.”

Andreius looked pained.

“Why are you suddenly talking like that?” he asked.

“Dunno, seemed somehow appropriate. Look, if all goes well, it’s unlikely to take very long.”

“And if it goes badly?”

“Then I shall arrive at Cloud Ruler needing a long hot bath...As I shall be all...Sweaty and dishevelled...” She paused. “I said, sweaty and dishevelled!”

Mia leaned back behind the column to look at the soldiers. All of them were staring towards the throne, she looked back to her husband who was also doing likewise.

Empress McWylde turned and beheld a well dressed, bearded man, sat on the opulent throne. As one, the sound of many swords being drawn and the noise of destructive spells being called to free hands filled the room.

“Oh dear,” the bearded man said, “I fear this is becoming a familiar and tiresome habit.” And clicked his fingers.

The scene changed to all the soldiers spinning around the room as if dancing formally, hand in hand and hand on back, all in a large circle. Music was coming from all around them, with no visible means.

The dead Altmer were lying on the large sofas, as if asleep.

Mia noted that while she was dancing with the bearded man, her husband was with the Khajiit, Ka’Sari, Cairn Olfsson was looking less happy at dancing with the Altmer General, but the children were laughing while dancing together quite happily in a smaller circle inside the adults’.

“Aww.” She cooed.

“Yes, quite sweet.” The bearded man said. “Now, my dear, it’s been a while...Let’s talk of blessings shall we?”


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This post has been edited by McBadgere: Feb 25 2012, 02:44 PM

[Colonel Mustard]

A very enjoyable part once more, and the Empress toying with the Thalmor general was a wonderfully fun read; not to mention the rather ingenious use of magic in this part once more (looking for displaced air was inspired).

Did notice this rather odd sentence here, though:

“I have three words for you General and your ‘we need a second Aldmeri Dominion because the first one failed spectacularly’”

It seems like you started writing this sentence and then forgot to finish it, as far as I can tell.

[mALX]

“Can I kick him in the nuts?”

... “We are at court Robert, can you mind your manners?”

“Oh, sorry mother...Please can I kick-“

ROFL !!!!

“I have three words for you General...

“Fus-Ro-DAH!”

SPEW !!! Loved this !!!

The air blast from the Thu’um knocked the seven soldiers backwards as if autumn leaves before a storm.

...“You arrogant little $hit, you really believed you could just walk in here and demand we roll over for the great Altmer nation didn’t you?”

...What’s most insulting is that everyone always underestimates me. I’m the kriffing Empress you idiot! Any idea of the power that gives you? And I mean literally not figuratively.

... More soldiers coming, Shrouded. You’re dead but you don’t know it.”

...impossible. We know that the Shrouded cannot be followed.”

...“Meet the Zephyr Wraith, for want of a better name...I call him Keith.” She smiled back at the wraith

...you still make people shaped air pockets when you move.”

...with a wince at the squeal from the Altmer General that she realised that the answer “Yes of course!” had gone to the wrong question.

Sounds like Sheogorath at the end, lol.

I have to say, this was my fave chapter so far. Loved it !! Awesome Write !!

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[Acadian]

A surrender gone awry! Nice build up, and lovely manner you gave to the empress. The general even suspected a trap, but it didn’t save him.

This post has been edited by Acadian: Feb 26 2012, 02:31 AM

[Grits]

Oh, this is great! Prince Robert was hilarious. When he used his courtly manners, I laughed and laughed.

I just love the Empress! She was awesome throughout. I especially enjoyed her sense of humor.

This is such fun! I’m guessing that Empress Mia’s hard ride to Anvil is to meet the invading fleet? I can’t wait to see where you go with this story!

[Athynae]

Yepper, I concur with all the previous posties, WONDERFUL!!!!

Even with the loss of understanding on my part to any Skyrim references, I know nothing of Skyrim really, this is still an incredible piece that stands quite well as it's own story. Little Robert reminds me of someone I know, hhmm, let me think....well, anyway, seems like I know him or at least one of his off springs off spring...nevermind.

McB I loved it, absolutely loved it. Fan, fan, tastic.