[Sendaoul doesn't have a spouse, but he certainly has children and we’ll use Lydia as a housecarl.]
The Asteria was a ship in the sky, one that floated over the waters where the lady stone rested. Behind him were his two adopted children, Blaise and Sofie, staring up at the ship with wide eyes. Sofie had her hand on her papas arm as she looked, and the hand squeezed slightly, unsure. The boy just blinked in amazement and awe at the dwemer vessel that didn’t seem to be landing anytime soon. It was the housecarl, Lydia, who spoke the question.
“My thane, how do we get up there?”
Sendaoul raised a brow, looking from Lydia to the two kids.
“Well, I was thinking that I could throw Blaise up there, and he could throw down a rope for us all to climb.” The boy in question looked at his father with even wider eyes, taking two steps back. The power filled voice of his father that normally came as a lulling comfort to the children suddenly seemed less comforting.
“But Papa! He’d never make it!” Sofie cried, both hands shaking her father’s arm as if that would make her adopted father have a bit of sense.
Lydia, on the other hand, chuckled.
“If you could throw your son that far, my thane, then this would be a glorious site to see indeed,” she said as she put a hand on said child’s back. “But I would not see a life wasted for a simple boast.”
Sendaoul, a smile still on his face, shook his head as he ruffled his son’s barely-there hair. “I will not throw you son,” he said, pulling his hand away and heading off toward a raised hill covered in trees. The others followed behind him, all curious now as to how they would make it to their new home.
“Are we going to climb the trees?” Sofie asked, looking up when they stepped into the densely packed thicket. Sendaoul looked back at the girl then followed when her eyes went. The trees were certainly tall, but they were not tall enough.
“I can’t climb that high!” was Blaise’s response as he stared up at the skies. Sendaoul laughed and once again patted the boys head.
“Sure you can, but that’s not the way we’re getting to the Asteria,” he said as he led them to a statue resembling the goddess Mara. Blaise looked around the statue before looking back up at his pa.
“I don’t see a ladder or a rope…” Lydia agreed with him, giving the statue the evil eye. Lydia wasn’t a fan of magic, not many Nords were, and she was sure that was exactly what they were using to board the ship in the sky.
“No, no. Its magic,” the man said. He instructed the pair of children to spread their hand over the bowl before the statue. When they did so, he spoke a word and the pair were gone.
The shriek that echoed through the valley where the lake resided caused a chuckle to escape the broad imperial. Sendaoul’s eyes then turned on Lydia whose face was showing signs of discomfort at the way he’d sent the other two.
“Come Lydia, its safe,” he offered a hand out to her. But she didn’t take the bait, her eyes still on the portals key. “Lydia, its magic, you’ve seen me use some as well,” he said, his hands on his hips. The housecarl looked to her thane momentarily.
“You heal, my thane. That was not healing,” she said as a fact. The Imperial lifted an eyebrow once more.
“No, but I trusted it with my children,” he said, his voice low and comforting, something he often used when the children were frightened in the night. Lydia sighed, taking a deep breath and releasing it before nodding.
“I will go,” Sendaoul grinned as he showed her how to enter, watching as she disappeared. Sendaoul looked about the thicket once more, scanning the area for those who would try to reach them, before turning back to the statue. With a smile, he disappeared to be in his new home, with his family.
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Re: House Mods
Date: 2013-06-23 07:54 am (UTC)The Asteria Mod:
Skyrim Nexus - http://skyrim.nexusmods.com/mods/13641/?
Steam Workshop - http://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=18628
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[Sendaoul doesn't have a spouse, but he certainly has children and we’ll use Lydia as a housecarl.]
The Asteria was a ship in the sky, one that floated over the waters where the lady stone rested. Behind him were his two adopted children, Blaise and Sofie, staring up at the ship with wide eyes. Sofie had her hand on her papas arm as she looked, and the hand squeezed slightly, unsure. The boy just blinked in amazement and awe at the dwemer vessel that didn’t seem to be landing anytime soon. It was the housecarl, Lydia, who spoke the question.
“My thane, how do we get up there?”
Sendaoul raised a brow, looking from Lydia to the two kids.
“Well, I was thinking that I could throw Blaise up there, and he could throw down a rope for us all to climb.” The boy in question looked at his father with even wider eyes, taking two steps back. The power filled voice of his father that normally came as a lulling comfort to the children suddenly seemed less comforting.
“But Papa! He’d never make it!” Sofie cried, both hands shaking her father’s arm as if that would make her adopted father have a bit of sense.
Lydia, on the other hand, chuckled.
“If you could throw your son that far, my thane, then this would be a glorious site to see indeed,” she said as she put a hand on said child’s back. “But I would not see a life wasted for a simple boast.”
Sendaoul, a smile still on his face, shook his head as he ruffled his son’s barely-there hair. “I will not throw you son,” he said, pulling his hand away and heading off toward a raised hill covered in trees. The others followed behind him, all curious now as to how they would make it to their new home.
“Are we going to climb the trees?” Sofie asked, looking up when they stepped into the densely packed thicket. Sendaoul looked back at the girl then followed when her eyes went. The trees were certainly tall, but they were not tall enough.
“I can’t climb that high!” was Blaise’s response as he stared up at the skies. Sendaoul laughed and once again patted the boys head.
“Sure you can, but that’s not the way we’re getting to the Asteria,” he said as he led them to a statue resembling the goddess Mara. Blaise looked around the statue before looking back up at his pa.
“I don’t see a ladder or a rope…” Lydia agreed with him, giving the statue the evil eye. Lydia wasn’t a fan of magic, not many Nords were, and she was sure that was exactly what they were using to board the ship in the sky.
“No, no. Its magic,” the man said. He instructed the pair of children to spread their hand over the bowl before the statue. When they did so, he spoke a word and the pair were gone.
The shriek that echoed through the valley where the lake resided caused a chuckle to escape the broad imperial. Sendaoul’s eyes then turned on Lydia whose face was showing signs of discomfort at the way he’d sent the other two.
“Come Lydia, its safe,” he offered a hand out to her. But she didn’t take the bait, her eyes still on the portals key. “Lydia, its magic, you’ve seen me use some as well,” he said, his hands on his hips. The housecarl looked to her thane momentarily.
“You heal, my thane. That was not healing,” she said as a fact. The Imperial lifted an eyebrow once more.
“No, but I trusted it with my children,” he said, his voice low and comforting, something he often used when the children were frightened in the night. Lydia sighed, taking a deep breath and releasing it before nodding.
“I will go,” Sendaoul grinned as he showed her how to enter, watching as she disappeared.
Sendaoul looked about the thicket once more, scanning the area for those who would try to reach them, before turning back to the statue. With a smile, he disappeared to be in his new home, with his family.