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Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 15.9

[(Anonymous)]

So Elisif followed, at least until Madanach recalled there were half a dozen men getting changed up ahead and told the women to wait while he returned with everything belonging to Elisif, leaving her to get changed in private while he steered Cicero off. Elisif seized on her scaled gear, feeling pleased beyond measure to be out of rags, with Dawnbreaker and Dragonbane at her side. She also examined the Forsworn armour Madanach had given her. Not bad, although the magicka enchantments weren't that useful to her. Still, she pulled the gauntlets and boots on. Better archery skills would do her no harm.

The Forsworn were all waiting for her by the gates, all watching Cicero dressed in their gear, throwing a few moves with his axe and dagger and cooing.

“Look, look, Eola and Maia, Cicero is a mighty Forsworn warrior!” Cicero giggled. He'd exchanged the motley for Forsworn armour and did look very fearsome. Eola told him he looked adorable, taking him to one side.

“Prison rags over on the pile,” Madanach told her, coming into view, dressed in his own Forsworn gear, a glass war axe at his side, all of it glimmering with one enchantment or another. “Not wearing our gear?”

“Not tonight,” said Elisif. “Might give the wrong impression.” She threw her hateful prison rags on the pile of the stuff that had formed in the corner, before taking in Madanach properly. There'd been something about him even in prison, some dignity to the man. Now he was dressed in Forsworn gear again, all fur and feathers and bone and skulls for Shor's sake, he was positively radiating menace. Strangely, Elisif didn't find it frightening. He noticed her staring, smiled and then let his eyes travel over her in return.

“Now that's a little more like it. That's a couple of nice swords you have there, ap Davrha.”

Elisif nodded in acknowledgement, not entirely sure she was able to speak. Her inner dovah, quiet for so long in the mine, was starting to growl, although not because it saw him as an enemy. No, she had a horrible feeling it liked what it saw, and even worse, she had a feeling he'd realised that too, because that was a victory smirk if ever it was one. Barely glancing at the rag pile, he flicked his wrist and sent a jet of fire into it, keeping the magic going until the whole thing went up in flames.

“King in Rags no more!” he laughed and Elisif forced herself to smile, repressing the little stab of jealousy, of him having the power of fire, frost and lightning at his command and she was a Dragonborn who couldn't even breathe fire. It was so unfair.

Not that she actually wanted to be able to breathe fire, of course. It was just a bit galling that she couldn't.

“And now,” Madanach laughed as he watched all their prison rags burn. “Gwadorai, inyeenai, Davrha-Brenhina. It's time to claim our freedom. Are you with me?”

The roar of approval from the prisoners, princesses and one red-haired Imperial lunatic shook the room like a dragon landing.

“No murdering innocent people!” Elisif shouted, reminding Madanach of his promise of earlier.

“Don't worry, if they stay out of our way, we'll stay out of theirs,” Madanach laughed carelessly. “Come on, let's go! For the Forsworn!”

“For the Forsworn!” came the answering cry as everyone else ran out behind him. Elisif chased after, just hoping that when push came to shove, Madanach would keep to that promise.

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The first obstacle came as they emerged into Markarth itself, the night sky twinkling above them, Masser approaching its zenith. Elisif could have cried to see the stars again and breathe fresh air, and she'd only been down there a day. How were the others feeling, she wondered.

She shot a glance at Madanach, seeing him staring at the sky like he'd never seen it before, face open and hopeful and wistful all at once, that odd smile on his face that wasn't the usual smirk or gleeful grin. The one that reminded her he was a man like any other. The others had similar expressions as they stared at the sky, none of them quite able to believe they'd made it out. It was really quite moving.

At least until Thonar Silver-Blood's voice rang out.

“Madanach! You've gone too far this time. I'm going to put you down once and for all!”

Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 15.10

[(Anonymous)]

Madanach lowered his eyes to look at Thonar and just smiled. It was not a nice smile.

“Well now. Thonar. How very convenient. Ap Davrha, you made me a promise, I believe.”

She had, hadn't she? She could feel the dragon within growling, and for once, dragon and human nature were both in perfect accord as she stepped forward to face him.

“Thonar Silver-Blood,” she announced, voice ringing out. “By my right as the true High Queen, I find you guilty of wrongful imprisonment, profiting from slave labour, hiring assassins to kill your enemies, perversion of the course of justice and treason against your true Queen.”

As she spoke, the guards flanking him had turned to look at Thonar, little gasps of shock coming from beneath the helmets as they began to realise just who Maia was.

“You're not Queen!” Thonar snapped at her. “You need a Moot for that, Empire-lover!”

“You're not Jarl, but you still have people arrested and half the guard in your pay!” Elisif cried, wishing she actually could breathe fire and burn Thonar to a crisp. But as it was, she did have people behind her who could handle that for her. “I sentence you to death, Thonar. Cicero, get him.”

Cicero didn't need telling twice. Ebony axe in one hand, ebony knife in the other, and the Brotherhood's very own spirit of vengeance pounced. Blood spurted everywhere as Cicero claimed a fifth victim, and Madanach raised his own axe. One promise kept, two to go.

“Glory to the Forsworn!” he roared. “Let's go, men!”

All around her, mage armour flared and Destruction spells fired at the guards. Cicero was done with Thonar by this point and had turned on the guards, while Madanach ran to Thonar's side, probably to make sure he was dead. After turning out Thonar's pockets, Madanach pocketed the valuables before retrieving a small journal. Elisif saw him flick through it, nod in satisfaction before setting light to it, flames reducing it to ash in seconds. Interesting, Thonar had had a journal, probably setting down their agreement in writing... evidence which Madanach had just destroyed. Which meant she and Madanach were probably the only ones who knew the truth about his bargain with Thonar now. She just hoped their own alliance held out, she'd hate to end up as a loose end herself. But he didn't seem worried, just fired up for battle as his flame cloak flared into life and he shot lightning at one of the guards racing up to join the fight, sending him sprawling to the ground. Elisif fought back a wave of nausea. Even if the Forsworn only killed those who got in their way, not all the guards were corrupt. Some were good men and women doing their jobs and they were likely to die tonight. The thought made her feel ill, although not as ill as her inner dovah growling in satisfaction. Fortunately she had little time to think on it as Eola had grabbed her arm and was leading her out, expertly slicing through the fighting as magic split the sky and arrows flew around them. Madanach finished dealing with the guard he was fighting and ran after them, firing magic at the other guards as he did so.

It wasn't far to the gates in the end, Eola's magic clearing the way, and finally they were there, the gate guards off fighting the Forsworn. Eola opened the gates, shoved her through and then they were running. The guards outside started in surprise, then as soon as Madanach followed, they cried out and sprang into battle, two of them against the Forsworn King. The outcome was a foregone conclusion, Madanach rather smartly avoiding their warhammers before spraying fire at them both. Then the gate crashed open again, and Kaie and Borkul tore through, finishing the job. Then Braig and Uraccen flung Cicero out of the city, the little Imperial covered in blood and still cackling, with Odvan and Duach bringing up the rear. Well, everyone was out at least and the rest of the stables were quiet, everything locked up and all people and animals inside. Which was a little odd, the place was usually open at all hours, it was almost like someone had warned Banning the stable master something was going down, but Elisif had no idea who Banning would know in the Forsworn.

Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 15.11

[(Anonymous)]

No time to think about that though. The carriage from Solitude had just got in... and Elisif recognised the Dunmer who'd just got out of it, seen a horde of Forsworn running in his direction and was raising his hands to strike.

“ERANDUR WAIT, THEY'RE WITH ME!” Elisif shrieked, at a volume that would have done Cicero proud.

Erandur lowered his hands, the fire blinking out.

“Maia?” he gasped. “You're... with the Forsworn?”

“Yes!” Elisif cried. “I mean... sort of. It's complicated. I'll explain everything on the way, come on.”

“If you say so,” Erandur said warily, but he followed anyway, nodding once at Eola as the three of them ran for Karthspire, six Forsworn and Cicero hard on their heels, leaving Markarth behind them. Elisif for one hoped she never saw the place again.

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A/N: Next chapter, it's all back to Karthspire where Madanach returns to his people in triumph, and then it's time for Elisif to break the news to Delphine that she's made some new friends.