As a little token of my esteem and sincerity, please find enclosed a gift for you. We've been colonising the Nords' old fortresses since the First Era, and a few of them have walls of words in their tongue. Even our Matriarchs can't decipher them, but I am assured by our First Matriarch you won't have that problem. I can't say I ever thought we'd actually be helping a Nord learn voice magic but then again I never thought we'd be dealing with dragons either.
Talking of which, Karthspire wasn't the only camp with a dragon problem. The north of the Reach is having its own problems – there's one menacing the area just north of where we are and while it's not attacked us yet, it's only a matter of time. There's also one roosting at Dragontooth Crater – I know this because we had to fight it to get one of those words for you – and there's one near the Lover Stone too. Never mind dealing with Our Friend, anything you can do to stop them coming back from the dead would be much appreciated. Killing the World-Eater or failing that, just visiting me and ensuring these are no longer a problem would be a help.
If you have difficulty finding us, Kaie can show you the way, or Eola for that matter. We've got the camp set up nicely now, I can promise you hospitality befitting a queen if you decide to visit. Which I hope you will, it's not every day we get guests. You weren't exactly seeing me at my best in Cidhna Mine, I'd like a chance to rectify matters. Braig's venison stew is to die for – I'd have broken out years ago if I'd known he could cook like that.
Good luck with your slaying of dragons and planning vengeance on our mutual enemies. All I ask is to remember your promise and not throw your life away doing anything heroic... not before you've come to see me and say goodbye.
Here's to the future, High Queen.
M”
“He wants me to visit,” Elisif said, folding the letter, finding herself smiling. “He says they're having dragon problems.”
“He's exaggerating,” Kaie said, barely looking up from the chores rota she was putting together. “Believe me, if they were really in trouble up there, the letter would be a lot shorter.”
Elisif could well believe that Madanach might embellish the truth to get what he wanted, but why, that was the question. If he really needed to see her, all he had to do was ask. All the same, if she could spare the time, maybe she'd drop by and see him again. As it was, she had a war to fight, a mission to be getting on with. A next move to make, and that next move didn't involve dropping in on Madanach.
“Dear Madanach,
Thank you so much, I don't know what to say! That's so sweet of you. If you find any more, send them to me at the Temple, I can use all the help I can get.
I will come and see you, I promise, as soon as I can, get those dragons off your back. But I have something else I need to do first. I've got to visit the Greybeards, the masters of the Voice, and learn a Shout that can knock a dragon out of the sky. Apparently that was how the Tongues of old defeated Alduin. So I'm going to learn how to do that, and then I promise I'll come back and deal with those dragons for you.
Elisif lowered the quill, not sure what else to write. That she missed him? Which to her surprise, she did, he made life interesting. On the other hand, it was also a bit like having a sabre cat in the room – it might well be purring by the fire right now but you could never be sure it wouldn't turn on you.
On the third hand, she was a Dragonborn now and dragons were not afraid of sabre cats.
It'll be good to see you again. You're not the monster everyone seems to think and you're good company. I'm looking forward to seeing what you've done with the place. It might be a few weeks before I can get there, but I promise I will come.
Keep some stew warm for me,
Elisif”
It would have to do. Folding it up, she passed it back to Kaie, who sealed it for her and slotted it into one of the holes in the wooden frame that was sitting on her desk, each labelled with the name of a different camp, apart from one labelled 'Nepos' and the one she'd just put her letter into, simply labelled 'The King'.
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Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 19.3
Date: 2013-12-27 04:38 pm (UTC)“Davrha-Brenhina,
As a little token of my esteem and sincerity, please find enclosed a gift for you. We've been colonising the Nords' old fortresses since the First Era, and a few of them have walls of words in their tongue. Even our Matriarchs can't decipher them, but I am assured by our First Matriarch you won't have that problem. I can't say I ever thought we'd actually be helping a Nord learn voice magic but then again I never thought we'd be dealing with dragons either.
Talking of which, Karthspire wasn't the only camp with a dragon problem. The north of the Reach is having its own problems – there's one menacing the area just north of where we are and while it's not attacked us yet, it's only a matter of time. There's also one roosting at Dragontooth Crater – I know this because we had to fight it to get one of those words for you – and there's one near the Lover Stone too. Never mind dealing with Our Friend, anything you can do to stop them coming back from the dead would be much appreciated. Killing the World-Eater or failing that, just visiting me and ensuring these are no longer a problem would be a help.
If you have difficulty finding us, Kaie can show you the way, or Eola for that matter. We've got the camp set up nicely now, I can promise you hospitality befitting a queen if you decide to visit. Which I hope you will, it's not every day we get guests. You weren't exactly seeing me at my best in Cidhna Mine, I'd like a chance to rectify matters. Braig's venison stew is to die for – I'd have broken out years ago if I'd known he could cook like that.
Good luck with your slaying of dragons and planning vengeance on our mutual enemies. All I ask is to remember your promise and not throw your life away doing anything heroic... not before you've come to see me and say goodbye.
Here's to the future, High Queen.
M”
“He wants me to visit,” Elisif said, folding the letter, finding herself smiling. “He says they're having dragon problems.”
“He's exaggerating,” Kaie said, barely looking up from the chores rota she was putting together. “Believe me, if they were really in trouble up there, the letter would be a lot shorter.”
Elisif could well believe that Madanach might embellish the truth to get what he wanted, but why, that was the question. If he really needed to see her, all he had to do was ask. All the same, if she could spare the time, maybe she'd drop by and see him again. As it was, she had a war to fight, a mission to be getting on with. A next move to make, and that next move didn't involve dropping in on Madanach.
“Dear Madanach,
Thank you so much, I don't know what to say! That's so sweet of you. If you find any more, send them to me at the Temple, I can use all the help I can get.
I will come and see you, I promise, as soon as I can, get those dragons off your back. But I have something else I need to do first. I've got to visit the Greybeards, the masters of the Voice, and learn a Shout that can knock a dragon out of the sky. Apparently that was how the Tongues of old defeated Alduin. So I'm going to learn how to do that, and then I promise I'll come back and deal with those dragons for you.
Elisif lowered the quill, not sure what else to write. That she missed him? Which to her surprise, she did, he made life interesting. On the other hand, it was also a bit like having a sabre cat in the room – it might well be purring by the fire right now but you could never be sure it wouldn't turn on you.
On the third hand, she was a Dragonborn now and dragons were not afraid of sabre cats.
It'll be good to see you again. You're not the monster everyone seems to think and you're good company. I'm looking forward to seeing what you've done with the place. It might be a few weeks before I can get there, but I promise I will come.
Keep some stew warm for me,
Elisif”
It would have to do. Folding it up, she passed it back to Kaie, who sealed it for her and slotted it into one of the holes in the wooden frame that was sitting on her desk, each labelled with the name of a different camp, apart from one labelled 'Nepos' and the one she'd just put her letter into, simply labelled 'The King'.