For a fleeting moment, she wondered how Madanach was doing. Had Kaie got him out of the city, had he made it to Druadach Redoubt? How was he adjusting to being free? She remembered him telling her he'd lost track of time years ago. She hoped he was coping with a world that had day and night in it again. He wasn't in bad health exactly, not that she had noticed, but she'd seen the lines on his face while he'd slept. He was getting old for a human, and he'd already been the Forsworn leader when they'd sent him to prison twenty years ago, married with a nine year old daughter – not a green youth then. How he'd survived down there without losing his mind, Liriel wasn't sure, but she respected him for it. She just hoped he'd not managed to survive in Cidhna only to go to pieces once he got out. Not that she liked him, certainly not. He was a stubborn, cantankerous old bastard with a vicious streak a mile wide, but he'd treated her well. Let her borrow his bed, not kicked her out when he'd needed sleep, not taken advantage. He wasn't all bad, and he was entitled to a little compassion too, even if he definitely didn't deserve it.
“Mama, there was a man in town today giving out leaflets to travellers, but I asked him nicely and he gave me one too.” Sissel was shoving a piece of paper over to her. “It's about a museum opening in Dawnstar. Mama, can we go?”
A museum? In Dawnstar? Who on earth would open one there, it wasn't the most visited of places. Liriel took the pamphlet and read. Some sort of museum dedicated to the Mythic Dawn. Wasn't that the cult that sparked off the Oblivion Crisis? Why would anyone open a museum about them? And in Dawnstar of all places?
“I'll go and see if it's at all interesting,” Liriel promised. “Dawnstar's a long way and very cold. I wouldn't want to take you all the way there only to find out it's really boring.”
Sissel pouted, but Liriel remained firm. She certainly wasn't risking her girls on this one – last time she'd visited Dawnstar she'd got mixed up in destroying a Daedric artefact and saving the town from nightmares. Fun but not something she'd want her children involved with, thank you very much. Still, a museum trip didn't sound too dangerous. Not like the owner was planning to summon Mehrunes Dagon himself, right?
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Liriel cursed as she dodged arrows and fireballs and hid behind a ward, beating a hasty retreat from Hag Rock Redoubt. Welcome to the Forsworn, Madanach had said. These are your new brothers, Madanach had said. Here, have some fancy armour to look the part, Madanach had said.
Clearly these bastards hadn't got the memo yet. Liriel abandoned all hope of retrieving the damn pommel stone and fled down the hill, letting her Atronach deal with anyone following her. It wasn't fair, it really wasn't. She'd survived the Orc stronghold and actually broken in without needing to kill Ghunzul in the end. She'd broken into Jorgen's cabin in Morthal with no problems whatsoever. Now she was back in the Reach, trying to obtain what she had naively thought would be an easy part of Mehrunes Razor to find, and here she was, up against this. They had a troll, for Sithis' sake! She'd even worn the Armour of the Old Gods Madanach had given her but it hadn't helped. Cutting her losses, she ran to where she'd left her horse. Someone had a lot of explaining to do.
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Many hours riding, but she found the place in the end. A craggy outpost in the Druadach Valley, nestling under a cliff – Druadach Redoubt, where Madanach had told her she'd be welcome. She'd better be. She wasn't sure she'd survive another camp of Forsworn attacking her.
There was a small group of them, sitting around outside in the late afternoon sun, a campfire going and a small tent nearby, just inside the wooden stockade, complete with goat's heads on pikes at the actual entrance. Very tasteful.
Re: Nightshade and Juniper 2.3
“Mama, there was a man in town today giving out leaflets to travellers, but I asked him nicely and he gave me one too.” Sissel was shoving a piece of paper over to her. “It's about a museum opening in Dawnstar. Mama, can we go?”
A museum? In Dawnstar? Who on earth would open one there, it wasn't the most visited of places. Liriel took the pamphlet and read. Some sort of museum dedicated to the Mythic Dawn. Wasn't that the cult that sparked off the Oblivion Crisis? Why would anyone open a museum about them? And in Dawnstar of all places?
“I'll go and see if it's at all interesting,” Liriel promised. “Dawnstar's a long way and very cold. I wouldn't want to take you all the way there only to find out it's really boring.”
Sissel pouted, but Liriel remained firm. She certainly wasn't risking her girls on this one – last time she'd visited Dawnstar she'd got mixed up in destroying a Daedric artefact and saving the town from nightmares. Fun but not something she'd want her children involved with, thank you very much. Still, a museum trip didn't sound too dangerous. Not like the owner was planning to summon Mehrunes Dagon himself, right?
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Liriel cursed as she dodged arrows and fireballs and hid behind a ward, beating a hasty retreat from Hag Rock Redoubt. Welcome to the Forsworn, Madanach had said. These are your new brothers, Madanach had said. Here, have some fancy armour to look the part, Madanach had said.
Clearly these bastards hadn't got the memo yet. Liriel abandoned all hope of retrieving the damn pommel stone and fled down the hill, letting her Atronach deal with anyone following her. It wasn't fair, it really wasn't. She'd survived the Orc stronghold and actually broken in without needing to kill Ghunzul in the end. She'd broken into Jorgen's cabin in Morthal with no problems whatsoever. Now she was back in the Reach, trying to obtain what she had naively thought would be an easy part of Mehrunes Razor to find, and here she was, up against this. They had a troll, for Sithis' sake! She'd even worn the Armour of the Old Gods Madanach had given her but it hadn't helped. Cutting her losses, she ran to where she'd left her horse. Someone had a lot of explaining to do.
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Many hours riding, but she found the place in the end. A craggy outpost in the Druadach Valley, nestling under a cliff – Druadach Redoubt, where Madanach had told her she'd be welcome. She'd better be. She wasn't sure she'd survive another camp of Forsworn attacking her.
There was a small group of them, sitting around outside in the late afternoon sun, a campfire going and a small tent nearby, just inside the wooden stockade, complete with goat's heads on pikes at the actual entrance. Very tasteful.