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post Apr 29 2012, 02:16 AM
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ooo aahh, the descriptions were incredible. Double on the quote that the Colonel quoted, I absolutely loved that!!!

The entire scene with the cows was a lovely touch, even as he turned to receive the punch...I sure hope he gets the chance to punch back....yes I do.

Excellent no surprise, I am looking forward to more...


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post Apr 29 2012, 06:23 PM
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The Thalmor are gentler than I expected. Fully furnished wagons with suspension and all the other luxuries of home? And here I was expecting them to be dumped in a cage drawn by whipped slaves, given only the bare essentials needed to keep them alive till the end of the trip.

But of course, the moment they got an excuse they jumped on it. And it figures that the Thalmor pick the biggest building in town as their own. Hell, they probably attacked Cyrodiil to make sure no one else had a phallic symbol of overcompensation as big as theirs.


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post Apr 29 2012, 11:22 PM
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Nol and the cows has really stuck with me. Especially when he saw the lighthouse in the distance. That was a beautiful moment among the cow pies. salute.gif

The description of Alinor was a delight to read. I felt for Nol with all of those stairs.

I love this story. I have been looking forward all weekend to reading it! smile.gif


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post Apr 30 2012, 02:42 PM
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And I finally got wifi back, well, some of it. Until I return to my house...I still got to find the neighbor wifi security key hacking program.

I don't care how nice they seem to act, the Thalmor will be forever scum to me laugh.gif. The quote Acadian provided also made me chuckle.

Edited: Woah, wrong I just quoted the wrong story there. Will re-edit soon.

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post May 3 2012, 03:12 PM
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I am still getting caught up, but had to say this - the chapter on Koyree was absolutely totally AWESOME !!! That was riveting from start to finish, so well done and gave so much background into Koyree that it felt like I knew her by the end of the read - loved that chapter !!! Awesome Write !!


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post May 3 2012, 07:10 PM
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Loved this next chapter where the gods are deciding whether to intervene on her behalf - you have a knack for bringing the gods alive in your story! WOO HOO! She has been rescued!

Caught up!

One of the things I particularly love about your story is how the gods dabble and play in the lives of the mortals below, like moving chess pieces around in a game to entertain or suit their strategies - Love that ! I agree, and have tried to incorportate it into my own story all along - but clearly without your knack for it!

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post May 15 2012, 06:29 AM
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Detailed Thank Yous later, I promise. But for now, thank you all very much, I appreciate it...

I need to get this part out before I decide to bin it because it keeps beating me up... tongue.gif ...



Where we are...Nol and co have been captured by the Thalmor and taken to The Crystal Tower in Alinor to meet the leaders of the Aldmeri Dominion...







1.13 Empire (pt. 6 Know Thine Enemy iv)








Ten years ago. The Crystal Tower, Alinor.







The young Justicar led the way through the opened doorway. A runway of patterned carpet headed straight - in defiance of both walls, which were curved - toward a dais at the far end of the room.

The naval trio, flanked by more Thalmor, walked towards the be-throned dictator. Harramaund and Eremnor looked about themselves with a granted measure of impress.

There were two large windows in the room, and the sunlight streaming in through them, illuminated the smoke from the myriad candles in the room, causing the light to appear almost like some sort of Divine signal. Some of the candles were scented - spices and oils assaulted the senses. Sadly not all of them mixed well, it was as if the occupier of the room had said I want scented candles! The more the better! Taste be damned! Everywhere the men looked, there seemed to be an ornate candle stand dripping with wax like some sort of nightmarish clich.

As they walked closer to the throne, Siar noticed that there were column-esque plinths, spaced out at regular intervals along the walls, atop which were treasures. Crowns, jewel encrusted gold skulls, ornately bound books, treasures looted from who knows where, all displayed here. Candle-smoke residue slowly taking the glory from the glorious.

The inner wall had - between the jutting out columns of the stone supports been plastered, and on each of these, a devotional mural of some sort had been painted. Giant depictions of what appeared to be the same trio of Divines two male and one female doing great deeds for the Altmer people while the other Divines were looking elsewhere, well, the other five at least.

As they passed the third such mural, Siar noticed a ghostly figure in the top corner of one, reaching his hand out. He frowned at it and then looked back at the one theyd just passed. He could just make out the same ghost at the top. Still frowning, he looked to the next one along - there it was again. Assuming it wasnt going to be Talos, Eremnor wondered his chances of being able to find out who it actually was, figured it unlikely, and just filed the thought away as they came to the throne.

From their approach, the mural at the back was a marvel in planning. The three Divines were depicted to be around the throne, speaking to the person occupying it, with a great many other things going on around the mural; The other Divines looking away, as before, the ghost in the bright blue sky, the mountains with the pyramids atop them, farmers in the fields - so much, and sat perfectly between the trio of Gods, was Ofwysyn Tcheet.



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Nol, through the entire walk, had simply stared at the back of the Justicars hood, concentrating on not having his right knee collapse from under him.

The party stopped. Nols knee finally gave way and he staggered forward. He had to put his hand on the Justicar in front to aid his balance, but the youngster spun around and Nol hit the floor, with his hands in front to catch himself. Siar and Harramaund rushed to pick him up, which got them a shock from the guards behind. Harramaund dropped, but Eremnor just turned and stared at his guard.

STOP! bellowed Tcheet, What in Arkays name is going on here?

Sir! saluted the young Justicar, These are Fleet Admirals Nol Areldur and Jeck Harramaund, and Commodore Siar Eremnor. They were captured sneaking into Dusk.

Yes, I know, I was told they would be. I sent Ondolemar there to pick them up. So why is he, Tcheet said, pointing to Nol, on the floor then?

Cause Ive got a cr@pped up knee, your worshipfulness. And this child made me walk all the way up here. Nol winced while trying to get himself up.

This got a half-grin from Tcheet, Areldur I suppose?

Nol nodded.

Not as impressive as I was led to believe.

Nol stood, favouring his left leg, and held his wrists up for Tcheet to see the Nul-Iron manacles. Get these off, then well see if your opinion changes.

Tcheets face was like thunder. That man is practically a legend, he looked Nol in the eye as he leaned forward on his throne, as in, an antique, so to speak. Then he raised his voice at the young Justicar, So why the hells would you put him in Nul-Irons?

My Lord! He tried to escape!

Nol laughed once and shook his head.

My dear Rikanstinar, I do quite believe that if you were stupid enough to put him in a position where those were in any way justified, then had the Fleet Admiral actually tried to escape, you wouldnt be here now.

Nol stared Tcheet straight in the eye, and smiled subtly.

Well? What are you waiting for? Tcheet asked the Justicar, Get the damned things off!

Sir! Yes sir!

The young Justicar fumbled for his keys and unlocked the manacles.

Nol was suddenly flooded with magic. Colours and aurorae swirled around him as his mind automatically healed, restored and re-augmented everything.

His eyes widened as he realised that Tcheet was suddenly standing right behind the Justicar and took a hasty step backwards to avoid gore, as a dagger was plunged from behind, upwards from the base of the youngsters skull and out through his forehead.

The youngster jerked and dropped. Tcheet turned on his heel and walked slowly up the stairs of the dais, back towards his throne. Let that be a lesson to you. His retreating form said.

I dont think hes going to be able to really appreciate that lesson, Your Governor-ness. Said Jeck.

Thats because youre assuming for whom the lesson was. Said Tcheet, as he sat down and looked, head tilted slightly, at Nol.

Nol looked down with a wince at the youngster and sighed.

You two, Tcheet pointed to some guards, get rid of that. He indicated the body.

The pair looked at each other and then quickly and silently decided that doing what theyre asked, and getting out of the room may be the more life prolonging option.

As the guards departed, Jeck came and stood next to Nol.

What have you done to our families? asked Siar.

To? asked Tcheet, with confusion on his face, I havent done anything to your families. And I resent the accusation, my dearest Eremnor.

Well, Im sure a big boy like you will get over it. So where are they then? asked Jeck.

All in good time, Good Harramaund. All in good time. He paused. Im not sure what our dear departed Miitr was doing, sending you away for so long. I did send some ships to find you and ask you to return, but weve heard nothing since, and you are only back now, when your missions were at an end. You didnt see any ships following you or anything?

Nol pursed his lips and shook his head with an I have no idea look on his face.

Riiight. said the Overlord. He shrugged his wide shoulders, It matters no more. Youre here now. Would you like a drink by the way? He clapped his hands and a woman appeared, silhouetted in a door to their left, Bring some drinks would you, my sweet. Tcheet turned his head back to Nol as he said this and smirked. How about you Oostermann? Want some of your yaks milk bringing? He said turning to his left.

That was when the trio noticed and unlit alcove in the rear right corner of the room, unlit except for two candles, either side of a simple shrine. Atop the shrine was the symbol of Arkay; that much was obvious, even in the shadow.

A man was on his knees, hunched over in prayer. His long grey hair trailed down his back over voluminous blue robes. Finishing his prayer, he looked up at the ceiling of the room. Grabbing a large staff that was leaning nearby, he used it to help him stand.

A tall man, rumoured to be younger than even Eremnors three and a bit centuries; however injury and a life of self imposed hardship, ageing the man until he seemed as one headed to elderly, well before his time. As he limped into the light, the trio saw that he had a large burn scar, which covered the left side of his face. Starting above his hairline, covering where his eye should have been and down his cheek, past, and then on down the side of his neck, shiny scar-tissue reflected the candles and sunlight at odd angles, so he looked truly sinister. His long hair and the fact that he had a neatly trimmed beard covering the rest of his chin, made the scar show up more somehow. The one piercing, intelligent blue eye shone out like a welkynd stone, taking in Nol, Siar and Jeck, deciding whether they were worth the effort of contempt even.

No, you preening pr!ck, Ill have whatever you boys are having. Said Oostermann venomously, the perpetual downturned mouth suggesting this was a permanent fixture in his speech.

Tcheet smiled and gestured to the woman in the doorway.

Nol frowned as he thought he caught sight of...No, just a trick of the light.

So, while we wait for the waitress, started Jeck, tell us about these lovely paintings. Who are the three then? Im assuming ones Arkay, of course, but the other two?

Oostermann looked like he was seething. He was squeezing his walking staff with both hands and breathing deeply. Making a decision, he quickly descended the stairs and came to Jeck, he then jabbed him in the chest with a finger. You ignorant little $hit. How can you call yourself a Thalmor if you have to ask that?

But we arent Thalmor. Said Nol, turning to watch the priest. Were Altmer, as you were, as he was. Nol pointed at Tcheet.

Oostermann swung an open fingered backhand at Nol which stopped sharply as Jeck grabbed the wrist. Now now Oostie. Mind your temper. He said.

The phrase if looks would kill seems altogether too short to describe the look Oostermann gave Harramaund. More If looks could whip, carve, remove skin, eyeballs, toenails, then hang, draw and quarter, heal and then repeat ad infinitum, then it will only just be beginning.

An amused chuckle came from the throne. Oostermann, leave them be. Youll only rupture something. Theyve been away too long to yet be appreciative of the Thalmor philosophy. But they will come to it, dont worry. They will learn. He looked at the three.

The figure above me, he indicated above his head. Is, indeed, the Divine Arkay. Oostermann mumbled something and touched his heart and forehead. Tcheet made a face and shook his head. This lovely vision here, he held out his left hand, Is the beautiful Dibella, consort of Arkay, Queen of the Divines.

Nol raised an eyebrow. Wonder if anyone told Mara that?

And this, continued Tcheet, indicating his right, is the ever-vigilant Stendarr, right-hand of Arkay, guardian of all that is right and true.

So what about the others? Not sure the others will be pleased about being replaced. Asked Siar.

The Others! Oostermann spat, The others all turned their backs on the Altmer Nation. Only the Great Arkay answered our prayers and graced us with His Divinity. He personally dictated his Book to me, so that I may spread His word as it was always meant to be heard.

Did he now? Jeck and Nol shared a raised eyebrow look.

So whos that then? Siar pointed to the ghost figure.

Oostermann followed the direction of his finger. That, is The Great Wronged. The one who should be. If it were not for Akatoshs Great Betrayal of His brother.

Great Betrayal? You mean thats Lorkhan?

Oostermann nodded with a dark frown, Killed by Akatosh for daring to challenge his leadership.

I thought it wasnt just Akatosh that was involved.

Well I heard the story from The Great Divine Arkay Himself. I think that is a more reliable version somehow.

Nol found the logic sound, if not the mind.

So Arkays installed himself as Chief Divine here then?

Arkay is now the highest authority here.

And so challenged Akatoshs leadership. Jeck shrugged and frowned, And, how do the other two fit in? And is it true that you only dumped Talos because Tiber Septim defeated the original Aldmeri Dominion?

Oostermann looked like he was grinding his teeth with rage.

Gentlemen, gentlemen. Tcheet held his hands up. You will all be provided a copy of The Book of Arkay. I know that your time away means you havent been able to fully appreciate our philosophy.

Religion, fool. Spat the priest.

Ah yes, of course. The Talos mistake is all explained therein. Tcheet looked to his right and saw that the woman was stood holding a tray. He smiled. Ah! Our refreshment is here! If you would, my dear. He gestured for the woman to come forward.

Nol stared as the woman came into the light. His heart slowly sank as he beheld the floor length figure hugging, low cut dress that left nothing to the imagination. The long black hair cascading over her shoulders; the feline, intelligent, mischievous brown eyes; the delicate nose; the ever present superior smirk that made him alternate between lust and rage on far too many an occasion.

Siar swore.

Now, now Siar, take your drink like a good boy and shush. She said.

Jeck. The woman said, as he took the drink from the tray with a shake of his head.

Every eye in the party took in the sway of her hips as she walked up the stairs towards the throne. She held out the tray to Oostermann, who took the drink and bowed his head briefly. The woman planted a lingering kiss on Tcheets lips and then handed him his drink.

She then turned, walked slowly to the edge of the dais holding Nols eye all the way. She then took the remaining glass of whiskey and leant forward, giving everyone a great view of her cleavage. And of course giving Tcheet an unrestricted view of her hind. Here you go Nol. Come and get it. she teased with a grin.

He walked forward. Holding her eye all the way.

Nol took the drink and raised his eyebrow. Cestra darling, it has been too long.



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post May 16 2012, 12:42 AM
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Quite the bloody reception, but at least the Nul-Iron manacles are off Nol now.

Tcheet and his high priest of Arkay are a pair of pieces of work. Loved the tapestries. Cant wait to see what kind of tcheet the Thalmor have planned for our good guys.

Nol found the logic sound, if not the mind.
What a great line! goodjob.gif

Well, at least the old trio got some whiskey and cleavage. tongue.gif

Wonderful job developing the new characters introduced here!


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post May 16 2012, 01:05 AM
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There were two large windows in the room, and the sunlight streaming in through them, illuminated the smoke from the myriad candles in the room, causing the light to appear almost like some sort of Divine signal.


This sentence was absolutely breathtaking - LOVED it !!! All of the descriptions in this chapter were in such exquisite detail that it felt like being there throughout the first half of the chapter! Awesome job !!

The dialogue following was great, you have such a subtle humor that always comes through so well in your dialogue, that is a real talent! Awesome Chapter !!


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post May 16 2012, 01:13 AM
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I love how the candle smoke and sunlight interacted to imply Divine approval, and the simultaneous display and disregard of the treasures. Then the scuffle when they reached the carefully orchestrated throne setting was the perfect touch. Yikes! Tcheet is a richard. blink.gif

the ever present superior smirk that made him alternate between lust and rage on far too many an occasion.

Oh, this is my new answer when the girlfriends ask how Mr. Grits gets away with outrageous things. Im torn between lust and rage. Uncomfortably true!! biggrin.gif

And wow, Cestra. Wow.

Love it, McB! smile.gif


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post May 16 2012, 11:49 AM
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Yep, yep, yep, another wonderful addition, I really wish you would stop mulling these things and over-thinking while you make us wait for the next bit...just sayin.

The descriptions were so precise I could see the place vividly and this little touch, to me anyway, was special
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Candle-smoke residue slowly taking the glory from the glorious.


And now I get to throw it back at you:

When is the Tcheet gonna hit the....I would say fan but I think it would be more appropriate to say the ceiling or the tapestries???

This one I think deserves mention as well
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I dont think hes going to be able to really appreciate that lesson, Your Governor-ness. Said Jeck.


I loved it.


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post May 17 2012, 01:26 PM
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Jack!!...Cheers for getting through all that, I'm glad you enjoyed it...The Thalmor...Appearences can be deceiving...Cheers though...

Acadian...Many many thanks...Glad the carriage ride was cool for you...I had a brilliant time making all that up... biggrin.gif ...Ah, the cows...A true moment of there and then inspiration from the character, as opposed to the "planning" that I spend ages doing... biggrin.gif ...

And thanks for the vote on the new additions...And there's little better than whiskey and cleavage... tongue.gif ...

Mustard...My many thankses...I am ever grateful for yer kind words...

Athynae...As you saw, he got slightly more than a punch in the end... mellow.gif ...Thanks for the kindness about the latest one...I mull...It's what I do...I don't do dark easily...And I'm hoping to not ar$e this up...So...It takes a bit for me...But I think I'm okay for a couple of chapters now at least... biggrin.gif ...As for the Tcheet hitting the fan...Ummm...Soon...And nicely too...It'll be worth the wait... biggrin.gif ...Probably anyways...

Grits!!...Hope it was worth the wait in the end...Glad you also loved the carriage ride...Also thank you for the kindness about the room's description and Cestra...Yes, I quite enjoyed...Envisioning her... laugh.gif ...(Lucy Lawless in Spartacus btw)...Cheers muchly!!...

Darkness Eternal...The Thalmor are scum...They really are...Appearances and all that...Thanks for reading!!...Cheers...

mALX!!...Cheers for taking the time to catch up...Many many thanks, I hope it was worth your time... biggrin.gif ...And thanks for appreciating the humour...I try...Or is that I'm trying?... tongue.gif ...

I do love my versions of the Divines...There's a bit more coming up from some of them...Just so you know...

Thank you all so very much...I appreciate it...



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Sorry these updates took so long, but like I said, dark don't come easy, and I need to be sure that I'm not lessening the already barely-able-to-be-called quality that it has been so far, by ar$ing the baddie up...So, like a true grown-up, I tried to avoid it as long as possible...Lol...I'm about to put Nol through the ringer a bit...Sorry old bean...

Aaaamywho...

On to Part 2 of the audience...

Reminder time, Empire is set in 3E 604, and this is ten years before that...So there...

Oooh, and also, there's something towards the end...Just remember that you have actually already read what actually happened, right?...*points*...Just warning you...

Onwards....







1.12 Empire (pt .7 Know Thine Enemy v )








The Throne Room. Crystal Tower, Alinor. 10 Years Earlier.









Youre aiming a little out of your league arent you? asked Nol.

Cestra looked questioningly at the Fleet Admiral, Most powerful man in the world? Slowly carving himself an Empire to rival any that went before? Young, beautiful, clever, dashing, virile...Thrusting. she raised an eyebrow and smirked.

Nol winced and laughed once, I wasnt talking to you.

The smirk disappeared from Cestras face briefly, which made Nols heart ache, So obvious to me, even when youre trying to hide from everything.

Areldur watched as Tcheet stood and walked to Cestra, grabbed her from behind and pulled her to him; she sighed and purred, all the time never taking her eyes off her ex-husband.

Nol, who had backed away as soon as Tcheet had gotten off his throne, had to admit Tcheet was a very imposing figure. Long flowing dark hair past his shoulders. A good head taller than anyone here, very muscular with it. Sculptors must love him. Perfection personified. Makes me sick. He thought.



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Cestra came to me with a proposition that I would have been a fool to ignore, - and believe me Fleet Admiral, Im no fool, - and it has been...very good for us since. said Tcheet.

Which us? The way that people sometimes say us meaning themselves, or genuinely the two of us.

Us meaning the whole of the Aldmeri Dominion.

How so?

The Mages Guild yet still exists; The University is not yet rubble. This is good for all the Thalmor and Bosmer mages out there, and the youngsters coming through and needing...Ahem...A firm hand in guidance. Tcheet kissed the top of Cestras head and released her.

Nol noticed the flicker of disgust on Cestras face, Oooh, so thats your game. Be careful sweetie, this is too dangerous for games this time.

Tcheet slowly walked down the stairs. A smile slowly growing as he did so. But enough pleasantries Im afraid.

Nol looked down at the stain left by the unfortunate Justicar Rikanstinar, Yes, very pleasant.

Oh, trust me Fleet Admiral, I could have made this a whole lot worse. Tcheet paused briefly and then, When we first came to power, it did occur to me that our...Ah...Reforms could be somewhat unpopular for a time, and that perhaps the reprisals would be visited on those more vulnerable, rather than those carrying out the...Change...The families of our devoted servants. The Overlord looked each of them in the eye. I have built several villa complexes, out in the North of the Isles, each capable of housing thousands of families, in excellent luxury. All the time protected from harm by stout walls and ever vigilant soldiers.

Dear Gods, said Jeck, Youre holding our families prisoner so that well do what you want!

Nonesense, my dear Harramaund. Said Tcheet, That sounds so crass, I am merely rewarding your families for the excellent service my dutiful soldiery is performing for me.

Why you-

JECK! Shut the frak up. Nol stared at Tcheet, breathing deeply, trying to get control.

Tcheet came to stand directly in front of Nol.

What if we were to decide that our families were better off with us, out here? That they could look after themselves?

All I can say to that is its a very dangerous road down from there, youd have to be very sure if you decide to set one foot on that particular path. I cannot guarantee freedom from reprisals if you do.

Nol stared hard into Tcheets eyes for some moments and then lowered his.

Nol?! asked Jeck with incredulity in his voice. Screw this! he said. Harramaund threw the now empty glass at Tcheet and launched himself with intent. Nol quickly stepped to one side and looked away as Tcheet simply raised one hand and fired a shock spell into Harramaunds chest. Jeck flew backwards into a couple of Thalmor, and they all landed in a heap a short way down the carpet. Smoke could be seen rising from his clothes.

The room was silent for a few heartbeats, apart, that is, for a quiet chuckle emanating from Oostermann.

Nol looked around with a tear in his eye, expecting the worst.

Is he alive? Tcheet asked the slowly extricating guards.

One, reached down and felt for a pulse, then nodded.

Pity. Replied Tcheet with a sigh. No matter. Take him to one of the cells, Ill deal with him later. Say your goodbyes to your friends Areldur. Its going to be a while before you see them, His eyes followed the unconscious form of Harramaund out of the room, if ever. His nose wrinkled in disgust. His head snapped sharply around to stare at Siar. You have anything to add?

Siars hands were opening and closing, as if weighing up the chances, desperate to avenge his friend. He was breathing deeply with rage. Eremnor looked to Nol, whose own look begged restraint. Finally, he looked away.

Good choice. Tcheet walked to the stairs of his dais.

So what is it you want us to do then? asked Nol. A hard diamond of hate had formed in his heart. Before, Nol had hated Tcheet generally for what hed done to his country, now it was personal hatred, the more dangerous kind...To them both.

Tcheet stopped his ascent and turned slowly. And still your legendary defiance Areldur. The Overlord shook his head.

Yeah well, I strive for consistency your Overlord$hit...I mean, ship.

Tcheet snorted, pondered a moment and then shrugged, As I said before, Im no fool, as much fun as it would be to send you three out as Justicars and see you flounder about...Something more suited to your Colonel Rae Treort actually. Where is he by the way?

Not here, luckily for you. Replied Nol.

Tcheet laughed and shook his head. You really have no idea do you? He turned and walked up to his throne, completely ignoring Cestra, who then looked down confusedly to Nol.

Your talents are actually going to be made useful, and youre going to work damned hard at whatever youre given. Arent you?

Nol chewed the inside of his cheek, then finally, Yes.

Siar just nodded.

Yes what?

Yes...Overlord.

Tcheet smirked.



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Nol suddenly noticed a dark haired Bosmer stood a respectful distance from the throne, but obviously needing an audience.

Where the hell did he come from? Thought Nol.

Tcheet obviously thought the same thing, and surprise briefly registered in his face as he noticed the Bosmer. Recognising the elf, he beckoned him over.

The Bosmer talked quickly in hushed tones and Nol noticed Tcheet was looking at Cestra for most of it, and a couple of times, his eyes darted quickly down to the Fleet Admiral.

Finally, the Bosmer finished and bowed to the Overlord. He then turned and took in the room Nol knew that look and walked out.

Tcheet stood and walked forward to the edge of the raised platform.

Well, proof if proof be needed. That was a message from Ondolemar, he started.

At the mention of the name, Nol bristled.

Tcheet continued, he informs me that your daughter Koyree was caught and sadly, she...resisted, and had to be... The Overlord looked as if he was searching for the right word, finally nodding to himself, Destroyed.

Behind him, Cestra let out a strangled cry and put a hand to her mouth. Her eyes found Nols, and breathing hard, she turned and started walking away.

Where do you think youre going? asked Tcheet without turning around. You have duties to attend to.

What?! Cestra stared, eyes full of tears from Tcheet to Nol. I-I...But...Oh you kriffing child. Get over yourself.

Tcheet walked over to her and simply backhanded her hard across the face.

As he wasnt expecting it, Nols speed and strength fortified punch as the Overlord turned back, actually had the effect that Areldur had desired, and Tcheet stumbled backwards.

Nol knelt by Cestra and held out his hand to help her up.

Grief makes you do the stupidest things. Said Tcheet, wiping his lip of blood. Thats your free one Areldur. The next one had better count for more. He pointed to Cestra, You, get to our rooms. He looked past Areldur. Take these gentlemen to their rooms, Ill deal with them presently.

Presumably after Harramaund? Wouldnt want to jump the queue. Said Nol, his cheeks showing signs of tears himself.

Tcheet shook his head. You will kriffing learn Areldur, even if it takes every one of your family members to teach you. And it will happen if you carry on. Learn your place. Now.



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Cestra obviously didn't know who she was dealing with, her game of power just got higher priced than she had thought to pay. Awesome Write !!


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Holy Tcheet! That guy is a real dastardly piece of work. A superbly done villain!

So what is it you want us to do then? asked Nol. A hard diamond of hate had formed in his heart.
Beautiful passage this. Im with you Nol. Restraint may be the better part of valor for the moment. . . Oops, not so fast:

Nols speed and strength fortified punch as the Overlord turned back, actually had the effect that Areldur had desired, and Tcheet stumbled backwards.
*cheers and gulps at the same time*

Wow, this was all nicely done. At least Cestra still has some maternal instincts.

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I do hope Tcheet ends up a big messy pile of tcheet...just sayin and I hope Nol is first in line to start the pile.

Now, that said, this was great. I do believe Cestra stepped in a little over her head without realizing it and I don't know whether to feel bad for her or just make some comment about her lack of thought.

I do have a feeling that as this all starts building in Nol's system there will be little that Tcheet can do to stop him, and that is going to be a good read I am sure...

This though needs to be recognized as a bad bit of writing...
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Sorry these updates took so long, but like I said, dark don't come easy, and I need to be sure that I'm not lessening the already barely-able-to-be-called quality that it has been so far, by ar$ing the baddie up...So, like a true grown-up, I tried to avoid it as long as possible...Lol...I'm about to put Nol through the ringer a bit...Sorry old bean...

Um, NOT EXACTLY WHAT I WAS THINKING!!! Goober badger!! Shame on you.


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Well, I have to admit that the great lord of the Thalmor, the Mercifully Benevolent and Wise Tcheet does not take half measures when it comes to symbolism.

The treasure "Yeah, we're so prosperous we don't even care anymore".\
The military might "Disobedience might prove 'unwise', wink wink."
And the religious aspect "The Divines (the one that count) are with us and shower our leader with their wisdom." I especially liked the throne painting.


This does however lead to a big question. Exactly what is Tcheet's stance on Arkay? Is he really a believer, or (my belief) does he simply see it as a decent excuse to hide his ambitions behind? Oostermann seems to be the real deal though.



Here's my interpretation which I will keep until evidence to the contrary emerges.

On one fine day, Oostermann got messed up. His injuries led to a fever, the fever led to delusions of Arkay coming to him and stuff. Oostermann's body healed, but his mind was broken forever. He started preaching his 'revelation' on the streets.

Enter Tcheet. He wants to rule the world, he wants to be the big guy who has everything. And I mean everything. But he can't get it. All the morally upright Altmer would stop him before he got the chance to even get properly started.
"I need a reason. A reason the people can accept." He tells himself. He hears about Oostermann and a shining light goes on in his head.
"Oostermann's revelations, the words of Arkay! I can use that. Divine will, add in some bits about the birthright of the Altmer, how the Thalmer were the rightful rulers who got waylaid by treachery and betrayal. That will appeal to the old guard who still dream of the good old days. As for the youngsters, they're bored and would love to become the big bullies...I mean, protectors of the new Thalmer. Gotta think big, let's call it Thalmor instead."

And with that idea, he schemed, flattered, spread false rumours and generally backstabbed his way to the top.


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Oooh, and also, there's something towards the end...Just remember that you have actually already read what actually happened, right?...*points*...Just warning you...


Thank you for the reminder. I have been known to cause a scene. smile.gif

Oh, Tcheet is a great bad guy! He even has the hair for it. Poor Nol! And Cestra is going to have a very bad time, I think. She and Nol are anything but indifferent to one another, so there could be an interesting partnership opportunity.

This was a great part, and one that I will be reading again with the parts before and after. Yikes, I'm on pins and needles wondering what's going to happen to everyone, especially Jeck. blink.gif

Also I feel very short reading this part of the story. Thank goodness for the surprise Bosmer!


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Tcheet is an absolutely excellent villain, oh yes. I like him already; very, very scary to see indeed and it certainly helps the Thalmor feel like a genuine threat for the Knights later on in the story. Things seemed rather easy for them in the early parts, it seemed, but you're putting such concerns to rest as this is going on. Good show, old bean!
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Jack!!...Many thanks for the idea...It's pretty good, not right, but good...Answers will be there before the end, but I'll draw you to what I said towards the start of this, what seems like already an age earlier... biggrin.gif ...

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Right gentlemen, started the Oversaar, we have a total clusterfus of a situation, and it stinks worse than an Argonian garbage scow in the height of summer. Oostermann and his Thalmer finally got into power.

There was a deep sighing from around the table.

Except this time its Thalmor.

From One-elf to One-world? asked Areldur.

Didnt he try this a hundred years ago? Eremnor added.

Yeah, but the Cyrodiilian supertrio of Ocato, Ormandin and McWylde which sound like a sinister firm of solicitors put their oars in, and he was dismissed as irrelevant. Answered Harramaund.

But now the damned idiot managed to get the army behind him. Something about communing with the Divine Arkay to convince them to get behind the idea.

The three younger High-Elves looked at Farrada with disbelief for a short while before Eremnor picked up his ale, drank a bit then asked, Who?

The older man smirked, raised his eyebrow and announced, General Ofwysyn Tcheet.

More groaning.

Well, that makes some sense I suppose, if not a pleasant idea. Hes been on about being blessed by Arkay himself for years hasnt he? This is what he says gives him and his Elite troops their power. Said Areldur.



Tcheet is kind of the same as the original Commander from earlier, Robert McWylde, and therefore the Altmer is an excercise in what happens if one that is called by a Divine decides to use his power...Differently...Also, what happens if you find out that your actions are being manipulated by the Divine you've pledged your life and soul to?...Coming soon...Um...Ish...


Mustard...Many thanks my friend...Glad the villain turned out better than I was worried it might have... biggrin.gif ...

Grits...Thank you!!...More of the Bosmer this time... biggrin.gif ...Sorry this bit is such a tall tale... tongue.gif ...Ahem...Yes...About that wringer I mentioned...

Athynae...In another bit of planning, there was the idea to have Cestra's story too...But I couldn't get sidetracked by that too, it's bad enough as it is!! laugh.gif ...Basically, she's been with Tcheet for a while in a kind of "Well, my guild is okay I shall bury my head in the sand to everything else." kind of way.

Thank you for the nudges I get now and then about my writing, I'm just always concious of exactly how good the other writers in this club I'm standing in are...

Acadian...Thank you m'friend!!...Like I said, glad the villain turned out okay in the end...And yes, I imagined Cestra to be one of those pushy parents who never really told Koyree how proud she was or how much she loved her...Always imagining there would be chance later...And now...*Shrug*...Like I said, an unwritten part of it all, but had to be worked out anyways...

mALX!!...Indeed...A very high price...More Cestra soon...You lucky peoples you... biggrin.gif ...


Aaaamywho...


To continue...Empire, 3E 604, 10 years earlier...




1.12 Empire (pt. 8 - Know Thine Enemy vi)







Alinor, 10 years earlier.







The trouble with hard diamonds of hate is that you can easily lose them, especially if your heart happens to be in a million pieces.

Because he hadnt killed Ondolemar, and Koyree was dead.

Nol realised he was absolutely lost, somewhere between the dais and the door; possibly around the time hed turned to Tcheet and dared him to tell them it was all a lie, a joke. Tcheet had simply answered, Ive got you where I want you, why lie to you now?

Both Cestra, as she left and Siar, as he was taken away he had even winked at Nol had looked to him with such hope that he would pull some miracle out of thin air, there and then.

As the Thalmor guard had gripped his arm and led him firmly along the long carpet towards the door, he suddenly realised that he couldnt think of anything, he tried to focus on his hate, always a help, focus on something, anything. But that was when he discovered that he couldnt find any hate. Well, he couldnt find his head; his heart.

His soul.

Torn into countless ribbons and blowing away with the tempest of realisation that

Because he hadnt killed Ondolemar, Koyree was dead.

As a father, the thing you do- youre SUPPOSED to do, is put yourself in harms way for them. You take the hit, you protect them. You do not arrogantly assume that they can take care of themselves so you can be a hero again when youre feeling old and irrelevant. What you do is, as soon as she disappears, you take as many of them out with you as fast as you can, but most importantly, what you do every single time, is kill Ondolemar. Because then, Koyree would be alive. Not dead.

But he hadnt killed Ondolemar, and Koyree was dead.



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He was dimly aware that he was stood in the middle of a room, staring blankly at a painting. A beach, a cliff, the sea, she loved the sea, almost as much he did. Well, she did. And now she couldnt. And it was all his fault.

He had meant to do something. He frowned and slowly looked down. Something about diamonds? Oh no, getting out. But what was there to get out to?

Ondolemar was out there wasnt he? He could kill him. Yes! Kill Ondolemar!

Bit bloody late now, pissing idiot.

Nol turned his head and saw his reflection in a mirror.

You should have done it when you had the chance, and now shes dead.

Well, you were no kriffing help. Why didnt you do something?

Oh no, I was having a grand old time playing hero thank you very much. See, everyone expects me to do something about it. And isnt it always as much of a drug as any youve complained about Jeck taking?

Nol noticed the mirror was on the floor in a thousand pieces.

Suddenly one shard was in his hand.

His eyes met his reflections...No, Farradas! Good old Farrada.

You do that, and I will kick your ar$e from one end of eternity to the other, and thats a bloody long time. And you know what thatll do to my knee. Do you really want that on your conscience? Hmmm? Hmmm? I told you to wait like a good Altmer. Why didnt you wait Nol?

But how long was I supposed to wait?

As long as it took!! What? Youre in a hurry? Youve got half your life to wait.

Something needed doing, he was going too far.

Trust me on this, something is already being done. I saw it. It was all in there to see.

Where?

The throne room. I saw it, you saw it. All you had to do was wait a bit longer and none of this would have happened. But no, you and your friends had to go and try and prove you still had it. Really, the four of you against the Thalmor? You really thought you had a chance? You arrogant $hit. There are other people in the world you know?

You killed me. Said Koyree, staring out from the shard.

Then there was blood on his fingers. Lots of blood.

He heard voices shouting with alarm.

Then his hands were covered in white fabric. Oh, bandage.



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A face appeared before Nol. He was supposed to hate him, wasnt he? Yes, I hate you. It wasnt Nols fault after all! It was this faces. Well, Nol giggled, not the face as such. But he couldnt find his hate. Well, he couldnt find his heart. Oh yes, a million pieces and all that.

Because he hadnt killed Ondolemar, and Koyree was dead.

The face spoke words, turned away, looked back with a frown. Another face joined it, spoke words. Nol raised his eyebrow. I know you.

The first face nodded and went away. Nol missed it already.

The second face smiled at him, so he smiled back. The face grew hands, he felt fingers at his temples. The face said, Dont worry Fleet Admiral, I know a thing or two about this sort of thing.



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Nol woke in a brightly lit room. He tried to push himself up with his hands and winced. Areldur held his hands in front of his face and frowned. What the hells?

A nurse came to him, helped him sit up, and asked how he was feeling.

There are several very important questions with words like where and how in them that I should be asking right now, however I will start with how long?

Two days. You were asleep for almost two days.

I remember the throne room, and then...Being somewhere else. Oh... Koyree...

No, Fleet Admiral! the nurse shook him. Here, take this water, focus on the water.

He gripped the glass between his paw-like, bandaged hands.

Water...Irony.

Shouldnt be, we boil it. Said the nurse.

No, I mean...Oh...A joke, clever. His eyelids started to close.

Stay with me Fleet Admiral, focus. You! she called a guard. Either go yourself or send someone to get, Healer Maircaln and Aide Trellanwr. Maybe we need to inform the Overlord too. She shrugged.

The guard hesitated.

The nurse rolled her eyes. Just get Maircaln and Trellanwr. Fleet Admiral! she slapped Nols face.

Ow! Well your bedside manner leaves much to be desired.

Well, if you desire my in-bed manner. And she took off her uniform and climbed into bed with him.

A ringing slap brought him around.

Ow! he said. Well, your bedside manner leaves much to be desired. He frowned and looked about confusedly.

Focus on your water, drink some of it, talk to me or the walls; Hells, even the water, but for the Gods sake, dont fall asleep again.

Cestra. He said.

Excuse me?

I need to see Cestra, do you know if shes alright? Can you get a message to her?

Cestra?

Nol frowned. Tcheets...plaything.

Oh! Riiight, I dont really get invited to those circles, if you know what I mean? But Aide Trellanwr might be able to help you.

Do you come here often? He asked hopefully.

Only when its quiet. She said, and took off her uniform.

One slap later and Nol was handed a painting. Tell me what you can see in it. the nurse said.

Heh. Nol smiled.

The nurse angled her head to see the painting better, Something funny I hadnt noticed?

No, its just the lighthouse. The town where I come from has a lighthouse. Wonder if Ill see it again?

So what else do you see?

Erm...An Ayelid ruin, with some unidentifiable oversized men in armour coming out of it, charging at a few glowing knights in white. I like the way theyve done the sea, its very pretty...Wait a minute. You cant see the whole town, but I know this. Its Anvil isnt it? And the ruin is Garlas Malatar. How the hells did you manage to keep this here?

Well, youre very well informed. Said a voice. How so?

Ah, said the nurse, Aide Trellanwr, Admiral Areldur.

Fleet Adm- Nol started to say and then looked properly at the aide, You?!! he spat.

The Bosmer looked back at him. Me?

Youre the one who told Tcheet about...about... Nol breathed hard.

Yes, I had the misfortune of delivering the message, and for what its worth, I am truly sorry for your loss. Said Aide Trellanwr, Now where did you learn about the image in the painting?

Nol stared hard at the Bosmer for a spell, then shrank somewhat, with some sort of internal defeat. Areldur then said, I tend to be away at sea a lot, being a Fleet Admiral and all. I have a great many books. Some of them although they will probably be burned by now were about The Knights of The Nine. And although the books I have are varied as well as many, some of them get read more than once. He shrugged, The question is, how did you come to keep this? What with Tcheets pathological need to ignore the recent past and all. he gestured with the painting.

Well, one, I didnt. Its the Temples; two, when the previous occupiers were...Moved on, we simply took over the place, furnishings and all. And obviously we didnt check the paintings thoroughly enough, the Bosmer stared meaningfully at the nurse, and three... he took the painting from Nol and threw it hard against the opposite wall, where it crumpled.

Nol sighed and shook his head. He raised an eyebrow, So, is Aide your title or is it short for something?

Trellanwr looked at Nol and said, Well, you seem to be feeling better, how many fingers am I holding up?

Well, thats just rude. So whats with these? Nol held his hands up for inspection.

Well, thats a question for the Healer really, but come on Fleet Admiral, youre an educated man. How much mess do you think you made of your hands for them to still be wrapped up that tightly, two days later?

Nol looked at the bandaged things in his lap. I dont understand. He said.

Just then, another new Altmer walked into the room.

Ah Maircaln, the Fleet Admiral here was just asking about his hands.

The ones hes lucky to still have? Maircaln said. The woman came and sat on the bed, the opposite side to where Trellanwr stood. She took hold of Nols forearm with one hand and put the other on the top of his head, middle finger and thumb spread as wide as possible to get as close to his temples as possible.

The grey-haired Altmer leaned in and kissed him deeply.

One focus spell later and Nol was wide awake again, this time with little chance of falling asleep, adrenaline excited by magic.

I shall have another potion added to prevent relapse from happening. Maircaln nodded. Right, your hands. She paused, then, Im sure youve had occasion to notice these things, given your line of work, but the more severe the wound, the more complications self-healing or application of strong potions and salves will produce.

Nol frowned, slowly catching up with understanding of the words, then nodded. Flesh knits easily, but some of the other things take more time to mesh properly.

The healer nodded and smiled, her silver-grey eyes twinkling, Thats right, there is more to the body than just flesh and bone, these other things are always able to be repaired, but only if you take more time, else they dont work properly. Maircaln looked Nol in the eye. The damage you did to your hands, she shook her head, you almost took your fingers off of one hand, somehow you almost sliced your other hand off, mid-palm. The amount of trauma these took, you are really lucky that we were able to save them at all.

Nol stared shocked and sad at his hands.

As strange as it may sound, weve had to suppress your natural magicks, so that you dont go trying to heal yourself quicker-

Nol frowned and started to point out he could see and about his knee and the other problems when he was without magic.

The healer nodded, Yes, the biothaumicautopalliative response system, thats being taken care of with potions and spells. All those extra problems, they all happened because you took potions, or healed yourself, or had someone do it for you. Then your body adapted to it. You were none the wiser until the magic wasnt there.

Even Trellanwr was fascinated with this. So how long until his hands will be, well, could be functional again?

The Altmer looked over the bed at the dark haired Bosmer and shrugged, The surface wounds should be closed even now, its been two days, we shall check presently; as for the rest, if the potions and salves work as they should, we could know in a few days, then these, she indicated to bandages, can come off permanently, as whatever can be done, she shrugged, will have been obvious by then.

So for now, my word tops even that of our beloved Overlord. Do I make myself absolutely clear Aide Trellanwr? He is to be left to our care and undisturbed. You can have him, when Im absolutely sure hes done.

I could ask The Overlord whether that is, in fact, the case, Healer Maircaln. The Bosmer frowned, but then shrugged and a more pleasant friendly even expression came to Trellanwrs face, But yes, the Fleet Admiral needs some time to recover from more than just the visible wounds. As much as I can promise these things, youll have the time.

Lucky you Fleet Admiral, I shall be visiting to see how youre progressing. Trellanwr smiled almost warmly at Nol, Though a word of advice my dear Healer, I cant always predict Overlord Tcheets moods. One may take him to come and check up on the patient himself, and there will be nothing I can do to stop that. If anything should go wrong, or youre delaying the release of the Fleet Admiral here...It would be best for you that that doesnt happen, if you understand me?



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Healer Maircaln dispatched the nurse Marita, he seemed to remember to fetch fresh supplies for the replacing of the Fleet Admirals dressings.

Trellanwr followed the conversation between the two Altmers for a while, but eventually he was only keeping half an ear on it as he looked out of the large windows to the day outside.

The sunshine of a few days ago had been replaced by summer storms. The latest batch had not long departed, and they were left with merely overcast skies, some lucky shafts of sun racing down to shine off the wet rooftops, just as quickly to be forced away by the next bullying cloud bank.

Presently the nurse returned with a second pushing a trolley full of medical accoutrements.

Not that he was particularly squeamish, but Trellanwr took the opportunity to leave at that point.

Best leave you all to it, he said, however, I will need a few moments with nurse Marita here.

The nurse turned pale and her eyes widened, then she looked to Maircaln and the new nurse. She sighed, dropped her eyes and followed the Bosmer out of the room.

They walked a short way down the corridor. Trellanwr turned the handle on a door and walked into the empty room. Marita followed him in and he closed the door behind her.



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You couldnt have handed him a better painting?

It was the only one in the room!

Why was it that that particular painting was the only one in the room? It should have been shifted years ago. How come its still about? That was way too dangerous Marita.

Marita looked down, embarrassed, Its one of my favourites.

Trellanwr sighed. Yes, one of mine too.

Marita looked close to crying, Im sorry, she said, I just wanted something to remind me of home, this is so hard.

I know. Trellanwr walked to the door. Be more damned careful in future. He opened the door and stepped through it. Before he was out of sight he stopped and turned sideways to Marita. Ill see if I can find another one. But if you get caught with it, youre on your own, I wont be able to save you. And walked off.



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Nol's reflections were heartbreaking in this chapter, very well done! Then Nol and the nurse had me in hysterics! Very intriguing bit about the painting !! Awesome Write !!


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