“I'm not leaving you to fight it on your own!” Elisif gasped, panicking a little at the thought of losing Madanach. The Forsworn alliance would be dead without him, and even though they wanted independence, until that happened she was still their High Queen as far as she was concerned. She wasn't leaving him behind.
“Maia,” he snarled, unleashing twin fireballs at it. “I won't tell you again. Go!”
“No,” Elisif whispered, feeling courage come from somewhere as she stared the machine down. Victory or Sovngarde, and she'd fight with what little she had at her disposal. “FUS RO DAH!”
The Shout hit the Centurion dead centre, sending it flying back, crashing into the far wall and sliding to the floor, but still not dead. Slowly it was trying to pick itself up.
“Hit it with everything!” Madanach shouted to his fellow Forsworn. “All spells, strongest you have, before it gets up. If you're low on magicka, run! And as for you...” He grabbed her arm, and then grinned at her. “Good work, now let's go.” He led her away, running for the exit... and as it came into view, two young women, probably only a few years older than Elisif herself, came out of it, both wearing full Forsworn armour, mage armour in place.
“Glory to the Forsworn!” one shouted, blasting fire at the Centurion. The other didn't say anything, just raising her hands and dual-casting a powerful lightning spell at the Centurion, making it writhe and spasm. The thing was almost dead... and then a giggling Imperial with red hair pounced on it, one shiv slicing through cables in the thing's throat that had been damaged by all the fire magic, and the other slicing neatly under the dynamo core and sending it flying. Bereft of its heart, the Centurion finally died, collapsing on the floor.
For a few moments, silence. Then Cicero retrieved his shivs, saw the two Forsworn women, his eyes falling on one in particular, and then he shrieked in delight, the sound echoing painfully off the stone walls.
“SWEETLING! Sweetling, you came, you came, you came to rescue your sweet Cicero! Look, look, I killed a Centurion, look!”
“Cicero! You're all right!” the young Forsworn cried, ripping her headdress off to reveal short blonde hair which she shook out, swiftly ran fingers through in a way that reminded Elisif strangely of Madanach, and then ran to Cicero, sweeping him into her arms. Well now, that must be the mysterious Eola. Her attachment to Cicero seemed genuine at least, from the way they were cuddling.
Meanwhile the other Forsworn girl was running up the steps towards them.
“Da!” she cried, heading straight for Madanach, who held out his arms to her, smile on his face.
“Kaie m'inyeen, it's good to see you,” he laughed, hugging her. “Well timed.”
“Nothing attacks my father and lives,” Kaie said, her voice muffled as her father embraced her. “Even if I did manage to sneak past it and not wake it every time I came through here, and you manage to wake it on your first go.”
So this was Madanach's daughter. Elisif hoped she took after him.
“Yes, well, you try sneaking an Orc and a Nord through anywhere,” Madanach said gruffly, before letting Kaie go, turning to face Elisif. “Kaie, this is the woman I told you about. The Dragonborn. Goes by the name Maia when she's travelling, although that's not who she really is.”
“I know,” said Kaie, looking her over. Kaie's eyes had closed over on seeing Elisif, the warmth going out of them. “My father told me who you were, Dragonborn. He seems to think you're going to be a valuable friend and asset to the Forsworn. I hope so. For your sake.”
Elisif recalled Madanach telling her his daughter's mother had died at Karthspire and cringed guiltily, realising where the hostility was coming from.
“I'm so sorry about your mother,” Elisif gasped. “We didn't want to fight you, we really did just want the old Akaviri ruins. I'm so sorry.”
Rage flickered in Kaie's eyes but it was swiftly buried.
“Save your apologies, Nord,” Kaie growled. “Just get us our land back.”
Elisif nodded, flinching only a little as Kaie turned back to her father. Well, she hadn't been killed on sight, so that was something.
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Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 15.6
Date: 2013-11-23 12:19 pm (UTC)“Maia,” he snarled, unleashing twin fireballs at it. “I won't tell you again. Go!”
“No,” Elisif whispered, feeling courage come from somewhere as she stared the machine down. Victory or Sovngarde, and she'd fight with what little she had at her disposal. “FUS RO DAH!”
The Shout hit the Centurion dead centre, sending it flying back, crashing into the far wall and sliding to the floor, but still not dead. Slowly it was trying to pick itself up.
“Hit it with everything!” Madanach shouted to his fellow Forsworn. “All spells, strongest you have, before it gets up. If you're low on magicka, run! And as for you...” He grabbed her arm, and then grinned at her. “Good work, now let's go.” He led her away, running for the exit... and as it came into view, two young women, probably only a few years older than Elisif herself, came out of it, both wearing full Forsworn armour, mage armour in place.
“Glory to the Forsworn!” one shouted, blasting fire at the Centurion. The other didn't say anything, just raising her hands and dual-casting a powerful lightning spell at the Centurion, making it writhe and spasm. The thing was almost dead... and then a giggling Imperial with red hair pounced on it, one shiv slicing through cables in the thing's throat that had been damaged by all the fire magic, and the other slicing neatly under the dynamo core and sending it flying. Bereft of its heart, the Centurion finally died, collapsing on the floor.
For a few moments, silence. Then Cicero retrieved his shivs, saw the two Forsworn women, his eyes falling on one in particular, and then he shrieked in delight, the sound echoing painfully off the stone walls.
“SWEETLING! Sweetling, you came, you came, you came to rescue your sweet Cicero! Look, look, I killed a Centurion, look!”
“Cicero! You're all right!” the young Forsworn cried, ripping her headdress off to reveal short blonde hair which she shook out, swiftly ran fingers through in a way that reminded Elisif strangely of Madanach, and then ran to Cicero, sweeping him into her arms. Well now, that must be the mysterious Eola. Her attachment to Cicero seemed genuine at least, from the way they were cuddling.
Meanwhile the other Forsworn girl was running up the steps towards them.
“Da!” she cried, heading straight for Madanach, who held out his arms to her, smile on his face.
“Kaie m'inyeen, it's good to see you,” he laughed, hugging her. “Well timed.”
“Nothing attacks my father and lives,” Kaie said, her voice muffled as her father embraced her. “Even if I did manage to sneak past it and not wake it every time I came through here, and you manage to wake it on your first go.”
So this was Madanach's daughter. Elisif hoped she took after him.
“Yes, well, you try sneaking an Orc and a Nord through anywhere,” Madanach said gruffly, before letting Kaie go, turning to face Elisif. “Kaie, this is the woman I told you about. The Dragonborn. Goes by the name Maia when she's travelling, although that's not who she really is.”
“I know,” said Kaie, looking her over. Kaie's eyes had closed over on seeing Elisif, the warmth going out of them. “My father told me who you were, Dragonborn. He seems to think you're going to be a valuable friend and asset to the Forsworn. I hope so. For your sake.”
Elisif recalled Madanach telling her his daughter's mother had died at Karthspire and cringed guiltily, realising where the hostility was coming from.
“I'm so sorry about your mother,” Elisif gasped. “We didn't want to fight you, we really did just want the old Akaviri ruins. I'm so sorry.”
Rage flickered in Kaie's eyes but it was swiftly buried.
“Save your apologies, Nord,” Kaie growled. “Just get us our land back.”
Elisif nodded, flinching only a little as Kaie turned back to her father. Well, she hadn't been killed on sight, so that was something.