*wanders in sheepishly*
Do I even need to apologise for disappearing anymore, we know the drill by now...
Anyway! I'm not dead, neither is Adryn. In fact, chapter 9 is finished
bar some transition issues which I will totally fix before we get there *whistles* and I thought it was about time to start posting again.
Also, I apologise in advance because this next update is really, really long but there was seriously no good breaking point anywhere. Future ones should be shorter!
A quick recap of what has gone before: thanks to a remarkable series of misfortunes including not one but two teleportation mishaps, Adryn found herself stranded in the West Gash wilderness with a broken arm, one ex-naked Nord by the name of Hisin Deep-Raed, one Breton witch responsible for another naked Nord going by Sosia Caristiana, and one kidnapped Redoran noble named Varvur Sarethi who she rather inadvertently rescued. Varvur says he was really fine without, he preferred the cell. At the end of last chapter, they'd found refuge in a farmhouse owned by a thankfully not naked at all Nord (Sjorvar Horse-Mouth) who took pity on our merry band and let them stay the night.
Last installment, Adryn had a dream. An entirely normal dream which was not worrying or ominous in the least. Well, at least Adryn thinks so... noting that, as it so happens, she forgot what it was about immediately after waking up. You're free to make up your own mind on the matter...
Chapter 9.2
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"So this is Ald'ruhn? Somehow I was imagining it'd be more impressive."
This was, of course, an abject lie. I remembered how I'd thought the rounded buildings of Balmora looked organic when I first entered the city... oh, how ignorant I'd been. Architectural style aside, Balmorans used perfectly conventional building materials such as stone or wattle and daub. This was something I now realised showed a distinct lack of imagination in comparison to the people of Ald'ruhn, who'd apparently decided lack of wood meant they should make their buildings out of the discarded shells of some sort of crustaceans I guessed were some long-extinct ancestor of the silt strider. At least I
hoped they were long-extinct, because it was obvious the species had shrunk quite a bit in the intervening years. The smallest shell I saw was the size of a small house (an easy comparison, since it happened to be one), the largest a jaw-dropping monstrosity that was probably as wide as one of the cantons of Vivec. The idea of stumbling across one of those in the wild... Suffice it to say that from a certain perspective, kagouti bore a remarkable resemblance to fluffy baby bunnies.
Overall, it meant that from a distance Ald'ruhn looked far more like some ancient graveyard of monsters in the middle of the ash wastes than a city, and I'd been hard-put not to goggle as we drew nearer and the scale of everything became more obvious. However, admitting I was impressed would make Varvur smug, and that was the last thing I wanted to do. The look on his face right now was ample revenge for his dig earlier about the habits of thieves - a dig he might claim had been entirely justified by my request earlier as to whether I might be able to take some samples of the lichen growing where his brain should be to see if it had any interesting alchemical properties, but that was a perfidious lie. After all, I had been solely defending myself after his malicious comment about-
It had been a long morning.
Quite frankly, the only part of said morning I thought worth remembering was the healing spell Sosia had taught me for my arm. (She'd called it "amply paid for in entertainment". I was certain I had no idea what she could possibly mean.)
Varvur shot me a glare and marched towards the gate. Apparently I wasn't the only one who'd rather forget the last five hours or so - and unlike me, Varvur hadn't even learned a new spell during the course of it. I fought the urge to inform him of this, possibly while sticking my tongue out at his back and going 'nyah nyah'. No, I told myself, I should be dignified and mature. Prove that I was the better mer here. Besides, in just a few minutes I'd never have to see Varvur again - surely I could manage that long.
Wait. Something was wrong.
The guards at the gate had stopped Varvur and taken him aside. Now the three of them seemed to be having an agitated discussion in Dunmeris, complete with animated gesturing on the part of the guards. Varvur, on the other hand, was shrinking in on himself, arms coming up to wrap around his chest as though to ward something off.
I looked at my companions to see whether either of them understood what was going on. Hisin looked about as confused as I felt, but Sosia was frowning.
Finally, Varvur broke away from the guards and made his way back to us, shoulders slumped.
"It's fine. You can go in," he said quietly, not meeting our eyes. He sounded defeated.
"Wait, what about you?" I was certain I'd heard the slighest of stresses on that 'you'.
"More to the point, what was that about you being a murderer?" Sosia's voice was as cold as Midwinter in the Pale. I looked at her askance - she'd been nothing but friendly and upbeat ever since we'd met. The scowl on her face now looked out of place enough I briefly pondered the possibility of impostors (if it can happen to the Emperor...).
Then what she'd said sunk in.
"
Murderer?" I stared at Varvur with new eyes. Next to me, Hisin let out a growl.
"I'm not! I swear! It's..." Varvur sighed. "All right. I'll explain. Just," he glanced around. "Not here, all right? It's a long story."
We moved away from the gate until we were behind one of the towers, out of sight of the guards. Varvur leaned against the wall, looking hunted, while Sosia scowled at him with Hisin looming at her shoulder.
"So, wait," I was still trying to process this. "That cell I broke you out of-"
"Cell?"
I ignored Hisin. "You weren't a kidnapping victim at all, were you?"
"No, I was. Sorry, this gets complicated." Varvur ran a hand through his hair. "When I came- under suspicion, the Archmaster's guards grabbed me. For 'security', he called it. But it was obvious I was meant to be a hostage. My father is... an enemy, I guess you could say, of his. If he had me locked away, he could use me to force my father to stop opposing him in Council, introduce the legislation he wants, do his dirty work for him - all kinds of things, really. By dressing it up as guarding a dangerous murder suspect, he'd stay within the law so none of the guards would lift a finger... and with his political clout, it'd be easy to get a trial delayed indefinitely."
Varvur's shoulders slumped. "Nilos and Volene at the gate, they told me that they had orders to apprehend me and bring me back to Venim," he said quietly. "They're friends of mine and can see this isn't right, so they said they'd let me leave - but if I tried to enter the city they'd have no choice."
"That's all well and good," Sosia said. If Varvur's tale had softened her towards him at all, she didn't show it. "However, I have to admit I'm more interested in the
murder suspect part of that story."
"They claim I- I murdered Bralen Carvaren. I wouldn't, I swear!" Varvur added hastily. "Bralen, he's my -" He swallowed. "Was my best friend. Our mothers are friends, we've- we knew each other from the cradle. We were going to join the forces at Marandus together in a few months-" He stopped and turned his head away, but not before I saw the glimmer of tears in his eyes. He was either really upset or a very good actor.
Again, Sosia didn't seem moved by his distress. "What is it you're not telling us?"
Varvur looked taken aback by the question. What he didn't look was confused.
All right, maybe he was a very good actor.
"A few days before Bralen d-" Varvur's voice grew unsteady and he broke off for a moment. "Before he- before, I'd started having these... blackouts. I'd lose track of time, I'd suddenly be somewhere and I couldn't remember where I'd got there or what I'd been doing. When they didn't stop... I was going to go to the Temple for help. But then... then Bralen... and I, I wouldn't have killed him, I'd never have killed him! But," Varvur's voice fell to a whisper, "I can't remember what I was doing when he was..."
I gulped. That story was just a little too-
No, Adryn, wait and see what Sosia says. It was still possible Varvur was a very,
very good actor, and she'd been much better at spotting dissembling than me so far.
Sosia sighed, the cold look fleeing her face to be replaced by weariness. "All right. I believe you."
"What, you do?" That was Hisin. "That story is so full of holes-"
Sosia's smile was dry and humourless. "I help out at the Temple, did I mention? And something we've been seeing more and more lately is something we've been calling the 'soul sickness'."
Wait, wasn't that...
"The strange dreams?" I asked. Varvur jerked as if someone had struck him.
Sosia shot me a surprised look. "Yes, that's how it starts off. Sometimes, it develops further into black-outs exactly like Varvur described. Witnesses to these often report the people affected acting strangely and doing things that are out of character. This would be the first case of outright murder I've heard of, but-"
No.
"Wait." You could see the blood drain from Varvur's face. "You mean I actually-"
No."You shouldn't blame yourself," Sosia advised kindly. "From what we've been able to tell, the effect is much like a Command spell."
Much like a Command spell-
The first thing I notice is a sharp metallic taste in my mouth, so intense it almost makes me retch. It seems to take forever until I recognise it as blood.
The sticky warmth I feel soaking into my shirt must be more blood, as well as the patches staining my trousers. Blood coats my fingers, blood drips from the dagger I'm clutching-
Dagger? Where did that come from?
Forget the dagger, where did all this blood come from? What's going on?
What happened?
I think ba-
I can feel something terrible hidden in my memory of the last few hours, lurking in this room to ambush me, like a kraken laying in wait beneath the smooth surface of the sea. If I just stay right here and don't move, don't look, don't remember, I'll be safe. If I do anything else it'll get me, and if it does-
Don't think. Stand still. And, may any god that would take you have mercy - don't look.
Shouts, coming from outside. Someone pounding on the door. Glancing over is reflex, beyond the realm of conscious decision.
Halfway to the door, my eyes stop, transfixed. I-
I see-
Lying on the floor-No!
Wrenching myself away from the past was difficult. It didn't want to let me go, clung to me with iron force and tried to drag me down. But I persevered, beating the memories back down again and again with grim determination until they finally stopped trying to claw their way into my mind.
When everything was safely pent up for the moment, I looked around to see what had been going on while I was - distracted.
The other three seemed not to have noticed anything amiss. Good. I had absolutely no intentions of explaining.
"Sorry there's not more I can do, lad," Hisin was saying. He sounded glum. "I won't mention you to the guards, promise."
"I'll ask at the Temple if there's anything we can do to help," Sosia said. "And- if you want me to get a message to your father?"
For a moment, Varvur's face lit up with hope. Then it faded again. "It's... it's probably best for me to avoid contacting him. I expect the Archmaster's spies are going to be watching him - knowing him, he'd take any message as proof that Father is aiding and abetting a fugitive. I couldn't bear it if I got him into trouble."
"What are you going to do now?"
"I-" It was clear from Varvur's expression that he had no idea.
"You could come to Balmora with me." I really hoped the way my voice shook wasn't as obvious to everyone else as it was to me. "I. I have this sudden, strange desire to walk there, you see."
Three pairs of eyes goggled at me.
"I mean," I ploughed on, "I don't think anyone's going to be looking for you there. Especially if this Venim really thinks I'm a Telvanni, or whatever that was. And I've got... some friends." Well, I had Ajira, but I figured she was worth several. "I'm sure we can figure out some way to prove that you were-" I swallowed hard. "Were, um. Controlled."
My audience looked as if they'd been hit by a paralysis spell. I was just wondering whether I'd somehow used my birthsign ability on them without noticing I was doing it or (for that matter) falling unconscious when Sosia moved... sadly, in a direction I could have done without.
I tried to dodge her, but Sosia managed to catch me in a hug despite my best efforts. "Why, Adryn!" She sounded delighted. "Such a generous offer to make, I knew you had it in you!"
Wait, was she accusing me of - I flinched at the word -
altruism?
"No, I-"
Both my protest and my struggle to escape went unheeded, Sosia's arms tightening around me as she went on.
"I do commend you! Such selflessness and compassion - you might think about becoming a healer one day! I'm sure you and Varvur will do very well if you keep those things in mind."
"You've misun-" I tried to yank out of her hold.
Was this a Breton or a clinging octopus? It was getting hard to tell.
"Now, remember the spell I taught you. Like I told you, you can leave your arm out of the sling if you're careful but you absolutely must cast it morning and evening for at least two days, don't forget. But I really must be off - Varvur-"
Then I was released as the whirlwind that was Sosia accosted Varvur. I backed away, taking some amount of pleasure in the horrified expression on his face.
"Lass!"
I glared at Hisin. (Two syllables!)
Again, he was sadly undaunted. "A bit of advice as a farewell. Now, I know you're a redhead and all and these things are a mite tricky for you. All the same, maybe you'll get something useful out of the way Hisin here keeps his temper, hmm?"
I raised an eyebrow at the insinuation that I had a temper problem, something I felt was obviously untrue. Well, I supposed I could humour the delusional man for a little. "Oh?"
"See, anytime when I think I'm going to say something..." he coughed, "something that's maybe not entirely diplomatic, heat of the moment and all, I make myself count to ten in Aldmeris first."
I blinked. "But I don't know any Aldmeris."
"Excellent! Neither do I. That's why it works, see?" Hisin clapped me on the shoulder. By the time I recovered my balance enough to retaliate, he'd already retreated out of range.
And then they were gone.
There was a long moment of silence in which Varvur looked at me dubiously.
"Look, if you're counting on the bounty for turning me in-" he started.
Wait. This was his response to my very generous offer to help him out, purely out of the goodness of my heart?
I took several steps forward until I was standing right in front of him, wishing for once in my life that I was taller. Don't get me wrong, being on the short side has all sorts of advantages - ranging from far greater blanket coverage on cold nights to a much reduced chance of concussions from low doorframes. However, right now I couldn't help but think I'd be more intimidating if I came up higher than Varvur's chin.
I planted my hand on my hip, partially to help the intimidation factor but mostly to make sure it wouldn't end up in his face. I like to think that I'm not a violent person, but not slapping him was taking a lot of my willpower. "Tell me. When we were young, did I kick your dog? Break your favourite toy? Kidnap your teddy bear and hold it for ransom? All of these seem a little unlikely given that I grew up on the other side of Tamriel, but maybe I had some sort of freak teleportation accident in my sleep. I certainly don't know how else to explain why you're acting like this!"
"But..." Varvur seemed puzzled. "You laugh at the notion of honour, so if you're not hoping for a reward, then why... or is it that you're hoping for one from my father?"
Forget lichen, was there anything in his head? If I looked into his ear, would I see sunlight? "For your information," I said, biting off each word, "I just-"
The taste of blood in my mouth-I licked my lips and tried again. "I think-"
Don't look-"Nobody should ever be forced to kill their best friends." Each word felt as if it had actual weight when it fell from my lips, and when I'd finished speaking I felt dizzy and strangely adrift.
Don't remember-Yes. Not remembering was definitely the way to go here.
"I'm sorry."
"Huh?" I stared at Varvur. I'd been a little- absorbed in my thoughts, so surely I hadn't heard that right. Had he just-
"I'm sorry," he repeated. Yes, he'd apologised. I cast a quick glance skywards to check for airborne farm animals.
"I- misjudged you, I think." Varvur seemed to find his shoes suddenly fascinating. "It- in my defense, it hasn't been the best few days, and the way we- Anyway. I... may have jumped to conclusions."
Well, there were no flying pigs in evidence, although I'd be interested to know the current temperature in the Deadlands. "Apology accepted," I said, then paused. Well, I could afford to be gracious. "I might not have been the most - um. Congenial person, either. Sorry about that."
"Yes, you really-" Varvur coughed. "I mean, right. Apology, um, accepted."
I could almost get used to Varvur like this. Besides, if I was really going to help him out it'd be best if we weren't at each other's throats constantly.
"Truce?" I asked, holding out my hand.
Varvur took it. "Truce," he agreed.
(It lasted ten minutes.)
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Notes: I continue doling out Adryn's backstory in bits and pieces. That said, this should make clear why she's so reluctant to think about it.
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