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

[McBadgere]

Done...Mostly... ...

Cheers guys...Appreciated as always... ...

Acadian...I'd have thought pulling magical memories from stones would be Mysticism...But I will change it if I can get my head around it... ...Cheers for the things I missed in the edit...Appreciated...Oh, I thought that if someone was carrying on with a speech on a different line you didn't need a closing quotation on the previous one?...I may be wrong...Again, prepared to change it...

SubRosa...*Bows*...Thank you for your kind words...However...Too many...Elipses?...I don't know what you mean?... ...The one with Lair was meant to imply that she was searching for a less...Cheesy word...But thank you so much...

Thank y'all... ...

[Acadian]

Please forgive me on a couple counts:

1. I agree that mysticism would be more appropriate. I should have said that instead of alteration.

2. On the dialogue punctuation, my nit was in error; you are exactly right about when carrying dialogue into a new paragraph. It is a technique I never use and learning it long ago obviously eluded me.

I'm so glad you called me on those!

[treydog]

Love the introductory elements- they add so much flavor to the story, giving a sense of the passage of time and the machinations behind the Oblivion Crisis.

Loved the "Walls Have Ears" spell- including the whole discussion of the Uni's "scientific name" for it.

Aeirawen had run from the lower chamber having paused briefly to rid a very forward Imperial of his ability to call anyone such rude names. And really, the suggestions. Surely dinner first? She thought, Maybe the theatre?...But no, just rudeness and a longsword.

Those darned Imperials and their... um... longswords....

And the last two sentences were simply a treat.

I think an S.G.M. is in order.

[Grits]

Found on the bottom of the note were three words – So it begins.

*shiver*

I love the Geo-Thaumaturgical-Memoric-Retrieval. Great to see the beautiful, scary Aeirawen again.

[McBadgere]

Cheers... ...

Acadian...What's to forgive?...I feel bad about calling you on it... ...

Treydog...Cheers...What's an S.G.M.? and will I need an overnight bag?... ...

Grits...Many many thanks...

It's heartening and encouraging to read that people are liking the stuff we do, isn't it?...

I'm never sure whether it's vain to admit I get shivers myself sometimes, when I read it back...Probably is...

Carly Simon admitted that that song really is about me you know?...And I was barely an upset stomach for my mother when it came out...That's how vain I am...But anyways...Cheers... ...

This post has been edited by McBadgere: Nov 5 2011, 03:01 PM

[mALX]

SPEW !!! The lette from Traven is priceless !! I nearly choked to death on the "Uncles," lol. Awesome Write !!


These letters that start your chapters are an inspired touch, HUGE addition to each chapter !!!

SPEW !!! This passage was another gem:

“A trick of J’Drell’s. The Investigato use it a lot. He said the University calls it,” she adopted a mock-professorial voice, “Geo-Thaumaturgical-Memoric-Retrieval.”

The General laughed. “Which means what exactly?”

“J’Drell says it basically means ‘The Walls Have Ears’.

Ah, the memory stones! I think Destri touched on them in his "Interregnum!"


Another Awesome Write !! Great job, and intriguing world building !!

[Athynae]

Another wonderful read, and I agree with the others, you are doing much better overall. The "read" is getting smoother, a nice flow. Keep it up, keep em coming....

Oh, I had to ask the same question regarding

Treydog...Cheers...What's an S.G.M.? and will I need an overnight bag?...

"So good, more" nah, overnight bag isn't necessary, but it could be fun if it were......

[treydog]

Another wonderful read, and I agree with the others, you are doing much better overall. The "read" is getting smoother, a nice flow. Keep it up, keep em coming....

Oh, I had to ask the same question regarding

Treydog...Cheers...What's an S.G.M.? and will I need an overnight bag?...

"So good, more" nah, overnight bag isn't necessary, but it could be fun if it were......

Far be it from me to CORRECT someone else on the forum- (cough cough).

However... the ACTUAL translation is from the Nord-speak:

Story. Good. More.

Was used by some anonymous doggie in regard to minque's story 'cause minque is a "real-life" Nord.

[McBadgere]

Oh... ...Fair enough...*Puts bag away disappointedly*...

Thank you though... ...Appreciated...

More tomorrow maybe...

mALX...Cheers so much... ...Glad you're loving it...

Athynae...Thank you...Progress is a good thing...

And a good album acutually...But I digress... ...For a change...

Indeed... ...

This post has been edited by McBadgere: Nov 6 2011, 12:15 PM

[McBadgere]

NEW PARTS!!!... ...

I give up...I tried to stick to a schedule...But I can't...Take your time...They're not going anywhere... ...



1.4 – Old Friends.




...On the day the God War started, the God pulled two souls from the maelstrom and put them down on the fields of Aetherius.

“You have both ever been my Champions.” He said to them.

“Well I never was.” Said one.

The God smiled genuinely at him “I did like you.” Then he said, “I give you both a choice, but once it is made, it cannot be unmade. One choice offers an end. The other...Never. Stay, or go back. But if you choose to go back, there will be consequences, and I will not be able to help you.”

The other looked to someone standing beyond the God. “I’m staying. I can and will do no more. Enough.” He looked at his oldest friend and said goodbye. He looked to the God, nodded, then walked to the someone, and went on.

The God said quietly “As it should be,” then looked at the one and raised his eyebrow.

“Back.” The one said, “And I never was your Champion you know?”

The God laughed. The God put him back in the ruins. The God went hunting...



Taken from The God War, Book 1. – Author Unknown. Discovered in the Great Chapel of Alfarn, Bravil. 4E 01.




Knight-Commander Robert McWylde awoke, still sat in his chair near the hearth. While he had slept, a blanket had been put on him, covering his legs.

The clock on the mantle had the time as five in the morning. Looking about, he could see light through the curtains. Beyond the windows they covered, lay the city of New Kvatch.

Despite the lateness - or even the earliness - of hour, the fire in the grate still had some life, and by the smell there were still torches and candles lit.

He could hear the turning pages of a book somewhere behind him.

Robert looked towards the door and saw the Dark-Elf Maloryn, seeming similarly asleep on a chair with his legs stretched out across part of the door.

Watchdog, McWylde thought to himself.

“Ah, Robert. Excellent.” Said a voice from the other side of the room. “Here, a drink my friend.”

McWylde turned, smiled and extended a hand to his old friend. “Really? Archmage Ormandin playing nursemaid?”

The High-Elf raised an eyebrow in amusement “Yes well, if you tell anyone I shall deny ever knowing you at all.” The Altmer turned his head and gestured to the now fully alert Dark-Elf. Maloryn frowned questioningly but the High-Elf just waved him and gestured as if down the corridor outside. The Dunmer quietly left the room.

Archmage Seri Ormandin sat in the chair on the opposite side of the hearth and stared into the fire for a while. “If I’d known how much that ceremony had taken out of you...” He began.

“Nonesense,” said McWylde, “it’s just been a long few days is all.” He sighed and took another drink of the water. “It’s the curse again. Lighting the Allfire in the Chapel must have taken it out of me somewhat.” He smiled grimly and raised his cup to the fire. “The Nine bless High-Priest Madigan.”

Some High-Priests of the Nine had discussed the fact that the Dragonfires were no longer lit, and therefore Tamriel was still at risk from outside forces. They felt that some barrier needed to be in place. The High-Priest of Zenithar had put forward the idea of the Allfire, the combined might of The Nine. McWylde had been in on the discussions as the representative of Talos, but had remained neutral towards the whole thing. The other priests had agreed – mostly – so he had also said yes. Any extra protection from the Daedra was definitely a good thing.

“Indeed,” Said Ormandin and echoed the salute, “Do not trouble yourself over Madigan, his voice was the loudest in calling for the Allfire to be lit. He knew the risk. Did he not spend many days hereabouts planning for such a possibility?”

“I know,” McWylde’s bright green eyes moistened briefly, “Yes he did. He’d had everything planned.”



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McWylde thought back just a few days to walking out of New Kvatch's main gate with the High-Priest to see the park overlooking the valley. “Heh, just in case this is the last time I get to see the place eh?” Madigan had said.

“Nonesense my friend, we’ll be here on this bench same time next week.”

A sadness came into Madigan’s eyes, “Bless you my boy,” he’d said patting the side of McWylde’s face. He’d then actually pulled the Knight-Commander’s head down and kissed the top of it! High-Priest of Zenithar, Fadrin Madigan smiled “It has been an honour and a privilege knowing you Robert. Be here for them, always.” He’d gestured to the world.

He sighed, “Such a beautiful world...I have never thought Oblivion was really done with it, my boy. Watch and listen. They won’t shout so loud again.” Madigan looked up and over towards the coast.

“Ach, should be too lovely a day to be talking like this...Help me up my boy, we’ll walk some more.”

They’d walked amongst the young trees, not yet tall enough to produce canopy. “When the ritual is started we can’t stop it. To light the Allfire, the Gods will be called, and though no-one can see them, they will be stood right behind us, and their power will flow through us. I know you are God-blessed already but don’t forget my boy, you are also God-cursed as well. I don’t think any of us will be much use for a while.” He added quietly, “If ever again.”

McWylde had winced but said nothing.

Shortly though, he smiled again as the old priest laughed at a butterfly fluttering from flower to flower and marvelled that Madigan could see Buzzards wheeling over the woods in the valley.

Suddenly the old man stopped. “That’s it...That’s enough.” He took one last look around. “Come on my boy...It’s late, I’m old and I want my tea...” He put his hand on McWylde’s arm, “Love that beautiful woman of yours and curse be damned, have some Damned children! Love them with everything you have to give. Be good. Be careful and always, always keep The Faith Robert.” They started back, “We will both be busy before the ceremony, I may not see you before...Take care Robert.” They’d walked in silence after that.



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“I refused to say goodbye to him.” Robert said to the Archmage.

“And he’d be the first to cuff you about the ear if he heard you lamenting him like this.”

Robert let out a laugh, “True”.

They sat watching the fire for a while, the door opened and McWylde saw it was Maloryn bearing a tray of bread, cheese, apples and a pitcher of warm honeyed tea.

“Wow Seri, he’s both bodyguard and butler,” marked Robert with a smile.

“Oh yes, man of many talents.”

Maloryn put the tray down on the table and bowed with a smile in his eyes, then went to stand next to the door.

The Knight-Commander of the Knights of the Nine and the Archmage of the Arcane University sat down to an early breakfast.

Robert offered the Dark-Elf some of the tea but Maloryn shook his head once and held a hand up to decline.

“I should have not kept you talking so long last night though,” said the Archmage, “Most selfish of me. Your fusspot assistant thought so too.” He smirked.

“Seri, I have not seen you since you left for High Rock, what was it? Four years ago? Then you just turn up out of the aether as Archmage of the Arcane University? There’s quite a tale behind that.” Robert shook his head, “I think even Tauren will forgive me the indulgence.”

“Yes well, having covered the tale last night, all there is left to say is - I’m sorry my friend, I’m sorry it took an occasion such as this for me to visit. I had all intentions on coming to see your magnificent work here...” Ormandin paused, “But the University was...In disarray...After I had taken care of the Necromancers, it’s taken all of mine and Raminus’ time pulling it all together again. Raminus has been magnificent.

Really, though they made me Archmage, he has as much right to be here, now, as I.” He raised his mug of tea in toast towards Imperial City.

“With all respect to Raminus Polus, I wouldn’t be spending the night talking with him in my personal quarters.” Said McWylde.

“You should come talk with him for a time though. Robert, you know that I can count the people that I call friend on the fingers of one hand. And two of them are in this room. Raminus is one of the others. His stories are easily the equal of mine. His road has been long for a ‘mere’ human.”

McWylde laughed at this. “As have the roads of some other ‘mere’ humans I can mention around here.”

“The Elf-blood that is your grandfather’s legacy makes you more than human.”

“I wasn’t talking about me. Anyhow, soon I shall come visit your towers. I haven’t been near the University for many a year. Not since the Legio training. It’ll be nice to see the place again. And we can talk Raminus to sleep.” He smiled.

Robert turned to look at the clock and sighed.

“Your wife?” Asked Ormandin.

Robert nodded and ate some more bread. “I know it was late when Caroline went, and it’s a few miles up the road but...I can’t shake this feeling there’s something wrong. Very wrong.”

“Oh there is my boy...There really is...” Said a voice from the end of the table.

Immediately McWylde and Ormandin were on their feet, scattering their chairs. Both had called spells to their hands and although McWylde was swaying somewhat, both were standing ready for battle. Maloryn had crossed the room in an instant. His daggers poised, ready to throw.

The stranger was still sat, continuing to eat the block of cheese he’d picked up from the table. He looked up and blinked his eyes at the three men facing him.

“Oh dear, how rude of me.” He said and frowned. The stranger raised a hand and suddenly everything was different. The three were now seated again and all that had been scattered was replaced as it was. Robert noticed the birds’ dawn chorus had stopped and that the clock was also no longer ticking.

Maloryn made to get up but the stranger just looked at him and said “Stay.” Maloryn’s hands seemed glued to the chair and he stopped struggling to get up...”Good boy.” The stranger said.

Robert looked at the newcomer. He seemed to be an older man with short white hair and an unkempt white beard. His eyes seemed to twinkle, as if lit from within. It reminded McWylde of starlight somehow.

“That’s better,” the man said, “No need for all that shooting about, so noisy at this time of the morning. This really is excellent cheese Robert. Skingrad? We never had any like this in my day. Wonder why? Should go and see if I can take some back with me. Yes, I think I might.” The man frowned, seeing the looks on the faces watching him, “What?”

Robert gestured about and then towards the old man. “Oh...Oh yes...How soon you forget Robert.” He changed his appearance briefly and said “Look well on this Chapel of Dibella!” Before changing back to his previous appearance.

“Prophet!” Robert had exclaimed.

“Yes, I was once...For a while...But now I’ve remembered who I am. And I think it’s time I changed things.”

“Talos...” Robert started to say.

“No.” The old man shook his head. “Not Talos. Tiber...”

This post has been edited by McBadgere: Nov 16 2012, 04:37 AM

[mALX]

GAAAAH !!! Tiber Septim returned? ... and ... evil? URK !!! Awesome Write !!!

[Acadian]

“Most selfish of me. Your fusspot assistant thought so too.”

Great descriptions that are very fun to read.

So I learned that Robert is the husband of Caroline (I remember her) and the boss of KOTN and old friends with the Archmage himself. I’m guessing this occurred at the Priory of the Nine.

And they were interrupted by the Prophet, only a very, very, even Ninishly powerful one. Tiber. . . .

This is great fun!

[McBadgere]

Ooopsie...No, it's set in his quarters in New Kvatch...I shall edit that in somewhere... ...

Cheers for noticing that... ...

mALX...Tiber's not evil, why would he be evil?...you'll see... ...

Edit...Done!...

This post has been edited by McBadgere: Nov 7 2011, 07:10 AM

[Grits]

Thank you, it’s perfectly clear now after the edit. The first time through I knew I was missing something about those young trees!

Fascinating developments. The interaction between your characters continues to delight!

This really is excellent cheese Robert. Skingrad? We never had any like this in my day. Wonder why?

Could it be Uuras? How funny. I just wrote a tiny bit with the Cheese Master.

[Athynae]

AND IT JUST GETS BETTER AND BETTER!!!! Now you have me on the edge of my seat, next I'll be biting my nails. I really enjoyed the interaction between Robert and Madigan, very touching, depth that was "simple"!! McB do believe you are hitting your stride!!

[McBadgere]

Athynae...Careful with that seat, or Health and Safety will get me... ...

*Thinks how much is left of this story*...Ummm...Don't start on yer nails just yet...There may be some time to go... ...

But thank you so much for the compliment...

Grits...Yes, I do have to thank Acadian a lot for that...I just hadn't thought...

Ah, what's a story without some cheese?... ...Oh wait... ...

Cheers... ...

[McBadgere]

NEW PARTS!!!... ...

Last lot before Skyrim...Sadly for you all I may be away for a while...I know...I can hear the cheers from here...

Oh wait... ...

Aaaaamywho...

Previously on KOTNNK...

Our intrepid and fearless band of merry heroes including Caroline McWylde (wife to the Commander of the KOTN), J'Drell the Argonian (Not the Commander's wife) and several other high ranking Knights, travelled to one Fort Freedom in order to capture a traitorous former Imperial Commander Marrick Gellert. On discovering civilians within, it lay to the Knights to protect them from reprisals at the hands of the hoard that had gathered at the gates to the fort...

Or something...



1.5 – Incoming.




...As we discussed earlier, all the magical disciplines fall within rules that have been established since the first casting (Multiple spells from the same discipline reduce effectiveness by a percentage factor. Multiple spells from different disciplines reduce by much higher percentage).

Conjuration, however, appears to be a law unto itself. If we go by the rules as set for the others, Conjuration is an impossibility. Take a simple object or creature - An Illusion given mass by Alteration, with creatures hurling spells of Destruction or using Restoration’s Absorb spells. Without any loss of spell strength?

A full suit of Bound armour - Illusion, Alteration (Shield, Mass), Restoration (Fortifiers) should cause your brain to melt out of your ears. Add into the mix the Bound Weapons – Illusion, Alteration (Mass), Destruction (Damage) and not only are the laws warped but well and truly bent as well.

And don’t get me started on the impossibility of the true Conjured Bow and Arrow spell...



Excerpt from “Notes on Magic Usage” by Francois Jend, Bravil Mages Guild. 3E 602.




Niil Deaconsson was fascinated. He’d tried not staring, and kept looking about to check for anything, but...The shapes in the hand Oreyn had resting on the floor kept appearing, changing every couple of seconds – a cube, an Imp, pyramid, ball, pyramid, strange multi-sided shape, The Great Tree of Chorrol, Cube, Captain Royal...Deaconsson had raised an eyebrow at that. He knew though, that these weren’t just illusions. He knew the difference between an illusion and a conjuration. He also knew that had he reached down at the right time, the imp’s wings would have made a breeze, the tree’s leaves would have rustled if he’d shaken it, not only that, he was sure that there would be pretty much the right amount of individual leaves on it...He shook his head. Power, he thought to himself, the Gods always call power to themselves. Now he smiled to see a children’s raffia-work doll in the hand. Suddenly, it turned its head and “looked” straight up at him. The doll waved its small arm and before he knew it, his hand was waving back. He caught himself and closed his hand, then looked up quickly...Straight into the eyes of the grinning Dark-Elf. And looking over his shoulder was Knight-Marshal Caroline McWylde, wife of the Commander. Reportedly as fierce as she was beautiful. And that was very, thought Deaconsson.

“It keeps children amused for hours too.” Said Kelleryn with a smile.

The Marshall laughed briefly and patted Oreyn on the shoulder then turned back to the others.

Deaconsson mumbled an apology and looked away to the Generals, still discussing the plan. Sir Niil Deaconsson, Redguard knight, born in a small village in the mountains, near the border with Hammerfell. Tried to read lips as the sun came over the horizon.

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“So that’s it then.” Said Carodus, “We have them hold the edge and basically form a line in front of the gate?”

“Not much else we can do though.” Said Mazkay Dinai. “We’ve been through this Carodus. Demi-Gods they may be,” he said, pointing to McWylde and the others, “but you cannot take the fight to that many and expect to come out alive. We wait for them to come to us, we use them to keep the enemy in a line, then – with any luck – that lot,” the General said, pointing down the causeway, “will take each other out trying to get to us.”

Carodus Oholin sighed and said – “You can stop that now Deaconsson. This won’t be your kind of fight. Come here and make yourself useful.”

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“Dammit!” Said Deaconsson. Kelleryn looked at him. “I think I’m being sent to babysit whoever’s in there.” The pointing Redguard said to him with a sigh.

Kelleryn offered him an open hand to shake. “We must drink together when all this is over. If you wish, I can tell you all about...This.” He raised his other hand and the raffia doll waved frantically at Deaconsson.

Niil laughed, shook the proffered hand and moved off.

“What was that about?” asked Caroline.

Kelleryn smiled and said, “I think, my Marshal, that I have made a new friend this morning and I am pleased.”

Caroline laughed warmly.

“Ma’am?”

“Oh, I think you’ve made more than just the one.” With that, she patted him on the shoulder again and turned back once more to the other knights.

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General Carodus Oholin raised an eyebrow at Deaconsson. “Repeat after me. I will not lip-read my Generals who are crouched in the gloom of a gateway very early in the morning and are getting grouchy because they haven’t had their cuava yet...Nevermind. Nice job. Come see me - if we’re both still alive - when this is all over. I may have a job for you. Now go and get Captain Royal. And Deaconsson, tell Ordan I said to do and use whatever it takes to keep everyone alive. He’ll know what I mean.”

Deaconsson replied “Sir.” He nodded to the other General and then ran towards the fort’s entrance.

“We wait some more?” Said the Nord, “ I must say, these enemies are most obliging with giving us this time to prepare.”

“I know what you mean. But so far all they have is a vague disquiet about the sentries and – presumably - by now, the lack of scout reports. I hope Jarn isn’t going to start taking pot-shots at some of them. I like the enemy all the way down there. Gives one a sense of...Contentment.”

Dinai laughed and shook his head. Far too much fun he thought to himself.

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Thedret and J’Drell had caught Caroline up on what had happened since the forces had divided at the outset of the assault. She risked a look over the wall. “There’s something about the carts that’s not feeling right. An oversized prisoner? No, there’s something else.”

Galasafon nodded his agreement. “I can feel something...Like a buzzing in my head...Most annoying...” His eyes went wide and he stood up. “Oh no...”

“Galas?” Said Aeirawen.

Suddenly, every one of the knights felt a great pain blossom behind the eyes, three of them felt as though they had red hot steel in their heads.

Kelleryn shouted and held his, banging it against the wall as if that was a more preferable pain.

Galasafon simply stared it down biting his lip. Aeirawen noticed tears running down his cheeks.

“Oooh,” said J’Drell, “Most unpleasant...Gnnnh...At this time of the morning too...Aaahhh.” He held his head, “What in the Gods’ name is doing that.” He knelt up, looked over the top of the wall and augmented his eyesight to look down the causeway. He frowned. “What the hells? Watch out!!”

Suddenly there was a whisper, a bang and then several more as a knight rolled over and over as he hit the ground.

“Jarn!” Shouted Caroline, who then rushed to his help.

Turning away, J’Drell looked down at Kelleryn and then back down the causeway. He moved over to the Dark-Elf and put his hand on his shoulder. “Elfling, fight it.” The Argonian moved his hand to the top of Kelleryn’s head and simply said “Project.”

Kelleryn obediently raised his hand and a shape appeared on the ground in front of him. What the knights saw was monstrous in all ways. As Kelleryn was projecting everything J’Drell was seeing, they could easily tell the scale of the thing, which was terrifying. The monster was easily more than twice the size of the men near it, of which there were – admittedly – few. It could be said that it looked much like a man, in the same way it could be said a wolf looks much like a dog. Two muscular legs, rising through an equally toned midriff, and - aside from the obvious - a well-built roughly human torso. On the top of it all stood a head. A giant head. No eyes, and where they should be, the top of the head curled out and up so the whole head looked like a giant mushroom. It could be said that the arms were like a muscular man’s, however it had five of them, three on its right, two on the left. On the end of each was a giant hand, far bigger than even those arms should be able to lift. On its back were several giant spines, roughly the shape of feathers, a couple of which seemed to be glowing.

The knights could see a shape harnessed to the front of the monster.

“Is that a man?” Asked Thedret.

If it were a man, the profoundly unfortunate man had one of the giant’s hands on either side of his head.

“Oh sweet Kynraeth.” Said Aeirawen.

Caroline had come back from helping Jarn and asked, “What the hell is it Drell?”

“I have...Gnn-no idea. I will tell you this though. I am properly scared of it.”

Caroline bit her lip.

A book appeared in Kelleryn’s other hand. The knights could see the pages turning on their own. All of a sudden they stopped and Kelleryn could be seen to be reading something.

“I...Gnnn...Knew I’d read something somewhere...It does have a name...”

He looked out at the knights.

“Yskraich.”

[Acadian]

As I will not be traveling with you, King Coin and others as you bravely blaze a trail to Skyrim in the near future, I look forward to hearing your impressions. I hope you are able to keep this wonderful story updated at least every week or two.

I heartily approve of your new ‘in our last episode’ opening segment! I happily follow every writer here who supports my own humble story, and such a nice little warm up at the beginning of your post is most welcome to help stay up with things.

Okay, and into a new update.

Knights preparing for battle. I was as mesmerized as Deaconsson watching Kelleryn creating shinies to look at!

I wonder what kind of migraine spell struck several of the knights there?

What a frightening description of the . . . beast thingie? I wonder if Yskraich is TES for Diablo? I’d bite my lip too, Caroline!

[Grits]

Thank you for the Previously on KOTNNK...

“Oh sweet Kynraeth.” Said Aeirawen.

Seconded. I’m guessing this is the creature that Ras’sheena was too scared to name.

This whole episode was just fascinating! Have fun in Skyrim. It will be a few more days before I can make it there.

[treydog]

Still a post behind here- but... wanted to go ahead and throw in my comments for Old Friends.

The entire introductory passage was just brilliantly evocative and humorous- ESPECIALLY the continued insistence by the "Other" that he never was a champion of the God.

And then the section with Madigan was poignant and powerful and made me miss a fellow I only just met.

And then- the ending! Woo HOO! That one definitely goes into Treydog's Book of Excellent Post Conclusions.