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Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 4.2
(Anonymous) 2013-09-09 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)“I'm sorry,” Elisif whispered, wiping the tears away. “You must think I'm pathetic.”
“Not at all, my dear, you've clearly not had the best time with the Voice,” Arngeir said, his voice soothing. “If your first introduction to it was to see it misused, and against your own husband... no wonder. Here, sit, have some mead, you look like you need it.”
“Thank you,” Elisif whispered, tearfully accepting the mead on offer. Not Colovian brandy but it would do.
“Did you want to talk about it?” Arngeir asked. Elisif dried her eyes and pulled herself together. She'd come here hoping they could help after all.
“I keep dreaming about it,” she said quietly. “And when I'm awake, I keep remembering it. Fus Ro Dah, that was it. One Shout and Torygg was down and then Ulfric's sword and he was... he was gone. Not even for any good reason! Just to make a point! To convince people we were the Empire's puppets. And it worked, didn't it? Now half the country thinks Skyrim should be free to worship Talos again, free from the Empire, without the Thalmor interfering. And do you know what, Torygg was one of them! He used to talk to me about it, how he hated having to turn over his own people to the Dominion just because they worshipped Talos. He worshipped Talos too, so had his father, he was furious he couldn't any more because of some treaty he'd not even signed. He looked up to Ulfric, admired him, if Ulfric had come in and given some speech about how his conscience couldn't let him serve someone who blindly followed the Empire and he was going to secede from Skyrim on his own unless Torygg declared Skyrim's independence, Torygg might have gone along with it! He'd certainly have listened. But Ulfric just walked in, challenged him to a duel and... and murdered him. Now I'm expected to learn how to do the same thing? I can't, Arngeir! I can't...”
“No one expects you to use the Thu'um on someone weaker than you so that you can kill them without risk to yourself,” said Arngeir firmly. “Our teachings are very clear on the matter – to use the Voice for any reason other than for the worship of the gods and the contemplation of the sky is a gross misuse of Kynareth's gifts. We did not teach Ulfric so he could go out into the world and use his power for murder and treason. On behalf of all of us, Dragonborn, please accept our humblest apologies. We did not know, had no idea the young boy we trained would turn into a warlord.”
“Did the Thu'um do it to him?” Elisif whispered, trying to imagine Ulfric as a boy and failing. He must have been once, she supposed, but he was such an imposing bear of a man, it was hard to think of him as anything else.
“Who can say,” Arngeir sighed. “I've long wondered. But someone wiser than I told me that power doesn't corrupt, it only brings out what was there already. Give power to someone inclined to evil, they will use it for evil. Give power to the good, they will try and use it for good ends. Give it to the wise, and they won't use it all unless they have to. We taught it to Ulfric, and he turned out to be someone who thinks that because he believes his cause is just, he can do anything he likes to further it.” Arngeir didn't even bother hiding the bitterness and Elisif felt sorry for him. Someone else who'd been betrayed by Ulfric.
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 4.3
(Anonymous) 2013-09-09 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)“Dragonborn.” She felt a hand on her arm, and looked up to see Arngeir looking sympathetic. “The dragon blood is a hard burden to bear, I know. Your path is not an easy one, but that you are willing to admit your fear, that you are aware of the possibility for misuse... yes, you are worthy, Dragonborn. You see, we lectured Ulfric on this possibility many times, and he listened and seemed to take it on board... but only later did it become obvious that he never thought the perils of power could ever apply to him. Already you are different. Your path may follow his for a while, but you will not walk it in the same way. I cannot say where you will end up, but I don't think you're going to turn into a monster. You see yourself too clearly for that. You will know if you are approaching the point of no return... and you will know to come to us before that happens, leave the world behind entirely and join us in seclusion and peace.”
Seclusion and peace. It was a lovely thought. But alas it wasn't that easy. She was a Jarl, the rightful High Queen, she had responsibilities, her country needed her! All the same, if a day ever did come when she was more of a danger to Skyrim than anything else could possibly be, when she became a liability as ruler... it was good to know she'd have somewhere to retire to.
“Thank you, sir,” she whispered, finally feeling a little bit of hope returning. Yes, she'd have to walk in Ulfric's footsteps, learn what he had... but then she would learn more, outstrip him, become a true Master of the Thu'um, and then she would bring him down. To avenge Torygg, yes. But also because Skyrim would be a better place without him. It'd end the war anyway. Elisif didn't know what would happen after that, if she'd even survive. But she'd do her best, and it was like she'd said to Kodlak, the war and dragons weren't helping anyone. She had to stop those at least.
“So, you were going to train me?” she said hopefully. Arngeir nodded, reaching out a hand to her.
“Yes. If you think you can learn?”
“I'll do my best,” Elisif promised. Satisfied with that, Arngeir led her off. Time for her to start learning in earnest.
And so the time passed. Elisif practised Unrelenting Force against a set of figures they conjured for her and did well, much to Arngeir's satisfaction and indeed her own. It was getting easier, slowly, and she was managing to do it without thinking too much about Torygg. Maybe this Shout flung people to the ground like dolls, but unless she Shouted them off a cliff, it was unlikely to kill them on its own. She'd save it for opponents stronger than her, or for wild beasts that didn't know any better, or Draugr. She didn't have a problem with killing Draugr.
Then they'd taught her the first word of Whirlwind Sprint, and that had been fun, sprinting up and down the courtyard with it. Finally, Arngeir and she had talked of many things, the dragon blood and what it meant, the Greybeards and their history, the Way of the Voice and at last a task for her. To go to Ustengrav in Hjaalmarch and retrieve the Horn of Jurgen Windcaller. Imperial territory at least, so no need to worry about Stormcloaks. Just anything else that might be lying in wait.
When it became apparent the Greybeards could tell her no more, not until she found that Horn at any rate, Elisif located Jordis and Ria, both waiting patiently in the Greybeards' living quarters, and took her leave. Time to return to the world.
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The trouble started as soon as Elisif got off the mountain. The once placid little town looked more like an army camp, with tents camped around it, and the guard had trebled. Elisif took one look at the banners flying over the biggest tent and her heart sank. Stormcloaks. Ulfric had heard all right and he'd made his move.
“That's bad,” Ria whispered.
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 4.4
(Anonymous) 2013-09-09 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)“It's not that good, I think there's bears over there!” Elisif hissed back.
“They're not as bad as the Bear over there,” said Ria, reaching for her sword. “Go, sneak off now!”
This seemed extremely unheroic to Elisif, but what choice did she have? Dropping into a sneak pose, she crept off while Jordis and Ria strolled towards the bridge.
Three Stormcloaks emerged from the bushes in front of her, bows drawn, while three more emerged from the river. More had gathered on the bridge, and while Jordis and Ria had weapons drawn, they were outnumbered. Elisif got to her feet, shaking all over but determined not to show her fear.
“What do you want?” she demanded, trying to sound calm. “I am a law-abiding citizen with no bounty in the Rift!”
From behind her, a voice she'd never wanted to hear again.
“Law-abiding and bountyless I can believe, but not citizen. Show your face to me, Elisif. I want to know if the rumours are true. I can't believe you'd be here of all places without the Empire's troops at your back if they weren't.”
Slowly, ever so slowly, fear and rage warring inside her in equal measure, Elisif turned around to where her husband's murderer was approaching, Galmar at his back and a few other guards she didn't recognise.
“Stay away from me,” Elisif hissed, reaching for her axe. “I'm warning you, Ulfric.”
“Brave words,” Ulfric laughed. “You're a true Nord, I can respect that. And Dragonborn, I can respect that too. But you're outnumbered and I refuse to believe the Greybeards made you a master of the Thu'um in the short time you've been up there.” He was striding forward, and the son of a bitch had the nerve to actually smile at her. “Elisif. Why so hostile? I don't mean you harm.”
“You murdered my husband,” Elisif snapped. “I have nothing to say to you.”
“He lost, Elisif,” Ulfric shrugged. “It happens. He died honourably, you should take comfort from that.”
“What would you know of honour, traitor?” Elisif hissed and that did get to him. His smile faded as rage twisted his face.
“And what would you know about power, girl?” he spat. “You, with the power of a dragon? A pathetic, weak Imperial puppet, dancing to the tune of the Legion and having a good time at Elenwen's parties while true Nords suffer for worshipping their own gods? You don't even believe in Talos and yet you were given the Dragonborn gift?”
“Jealous?” Elisif couldn't help but ask, and he was, he clearly was, he was clearly outraged beyond all reason that she'd been given the Dragon blood and not him, which as far as Elisif was concerned was clear proof he was the last person in Skyrim who should be allowed to have it. Ulfric gritted his teeth and he was clearly close to losing his temper.
“Of you? Hardly,” he growled. “But I can see you're not the weakling I thought, if you do have the gift. So I'm offering you this chance. Join me, Elisif. Save your country with me. We can take on the Empire, with the Dragonborn Queen by my side, I can rally our kinsmen and lead us to victory. We can do this, Elisif. I'll take back Solitude for you, you can be High Queen in truth. Just come to Windhelm with me.”
Well wasn't that nice of him. The only problem was, if she was Queen that meant he wouldn't be King. Unless...
“Oh gods,” she whispered, horrified at the mere idea of marrying Ulfric Stormcloak. “No. Absolutely not. Never, Ulfric, never, I am never allying with you!”
“That's a pity,” Ulfric said, his voice devoid of emotion. “I had hoped to take you willingly. You would have had a much easier time of it. Men, take her. Remember, I want her alive!”
Jordis and Ria had their weapons drawn, and Elisif drew both her axes, ready to die rather than be taken prisoner to suffer whatever fate Ulfric had in store for her. Better Sovngarde than a Stormcloak prison cell... or Ulfric Stormcloak's bed and honestly, Elisif would take the prison cell any day given the choice.
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 4.5
(Anonymous) 2013-09-09 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)As one, the Stormcloaks turned, weapons drawn to face this new threat presently tearing into their ranks, and Elisif realised she wasn't going to get another chance. Ulfric was already running towards the wolves, Galmar between him and her, and Elisif wasn't such a fool as to go up against Ulfric. She wasn't strong enough, not yet. But with his men distracted, torn between the werewolves, and Jordis and Ria, there was time for her to get away.
“Jordis, Ria, come on!” Elisif cried, hacking into one Stormcloak with her ebony axe and her glass axe finding another.
Jordis' greatsword took the head off another, but she showed no signs of breaking off the fight.
“Go, my Queen,” Jordis said, not taking her eyes off the foe for a second. “We'll hold them off. Get yourself out of here, it's you they want.”
“But you'll be killed!” Elisif cried. “I can't leave you!”
“Elisif, go!” Ria shouted, bashing a Stormcloak to the ground with her shield. “You're the Dragonborn and true High Queen, you're too important to be captured or killed. For the love of Kynareth, run! We'll see you back at Whiterun.”
Elisif nodded, lump in her throat as she carved her way through one Stormcloak, dodged another and finally Shouted “WULD!” In truth, she had no idea if she'd ever see either again, but she couldn't let them die in vain. Tears in her eyes, she ran.
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Of course, being a Jarl had one advantage in a situation like this. It meant that Elisif knew where the Imperial camps were, and more to the point, that there was one a few miles south of Ivarstead. If she could get there, tell the Legate that Ulfric himself was here, get reinforcements on the way, they might just win this day.
She ran on and sure enough the camp was where the maps had said, she could see campfire smoke – smoke? That much smoke?
She got there to see barricades smashed, tents smouldering, dead horses, dead soldiers – and in the midst of the carnage, five Stormcloaks still there, lying in wait for any stragglers.
Before Elisif could fully process that the camp was no more, they'd seen her.
“Move along kinswoman, this is Stormcloak business,” one snapped. Mutely, Elisif stepped back, having no problem with running, right up until one of them developed a brain.
“Wait a second, she's dressed awful fancy for a mercenary. And she's young, Nord, red hair – that's her! Lady Elisif! Get her.”
Well crap. That was her disguise seen through. Five against one – not brilliant odds, but they probably weren't Ulfric's elite either, not if they'd been left here to guard a destroyed enemy camp.
“FACE YOUR DEATHS WITH SOME HONOUR!” she screamed, and that gave three of them pause, which meant only two with raised blades to deflect. “SU!”
The Thu'um took hold and this was how it had been with Skjor, except far more intense, nothing but them and her and the dance, dodging away from their blades while striking out with hers, and first one fell back bleeding, then the other lay dead and the other three had recovered by this time but it wouldn't help them. Shrieking with the rage she'd been trying to contain all this time, Elisif fell on to them with a demented howl, hacking into human flesh as if it were meat, imagining they were Ulfric, and two died quickly while the third fled in terror. Elisif's Thu'um wore off and she finally sank to her knees, arms bleeding from where she'd taken a few hits. Eyes closed, she drank the last of her healing potions and concentrated on the healing spell Sybille had taught her. It proved to be enough. Elisif got to her feet, still swaying from post-battle exhaustion. Time to get out of here, that fifth Stormcloak would make for the main camp and Ulfric's men would be here soon enough. Turning for the Helgen Pass, Elisif fled.
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 4.6
(Anonymous) 2013-09-09 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)She wasn't sure how long she'd been there until she heard footsteps approach. Just one person from the sound of it but she was tired and exhausted and still weak from blood loss and she didn't want to fight. She was still trying to make the memory of seeing those dead Stormcloaks at her feet go away.
“Elisif?”
Aela, it was Aela the Huntress, and Elisif had never been so glad to see anyone in her life.
“Here!” she cried, and Aela ran over, dropping to sit by her.
“Elisif,” said Aela, her voice gentle, sounding relieved more than anything, and Elisif leaned closer, glad of the comfort. “There you are. I was beginning to think we'd seen the last of you.”
“I killed some people,” Elisif whispered, numb. Aela rubbed her back, faint smile on her face.
“I know, I was following your trail. Were those four dead soldiers at the remains of the Imperial camp your work?”
Elisif nodded, trying to forget the blood and the screams and the way she'd just changed as she'd attacked, driven on by the power of the Thu'um. Aela actually looked impressed.
“You took on all four of them on your own?? Well done, that was good work.”
“One got away,” Elisif whispered and even though he was the enemy, she hoped he'd found safety. Alas, that hope was soon dashed.
“Oh don't worry, he didn't get far,” said Aela dismissively. “He ran into me on the way back to that coward Ulfric. They won't find out where you ran off to.”
Elisif closed her eyes. Nords were brave, Nords were tough, Nords were meant to be warriors but Elisif couldn't for the life of her understand how people could get used to death so easily.
“What are you even doing here?” Elisif whispered. “Did Kodlak send you?”
Aela hesitated and Elisif guessed that was probably a no. “Not exactly. But Ria's the youngest of us, it didn't seem right to let her be the only one at your back, so Skjor and I decided to follow. Lucky we did, for you anyway. I think Ulfric would have captured you if we'd not been there.”
“You were there?” Elisif asked, surprised. She'd not seen them – and then it hit her. Werewolves. “Wait, you're a werewolf?”
Aela cursed under her breath. “Yes,” she admitted. “But you can't tell anyone. No one's meant to know outside the Companions. Skjor is – was – one too.” Aela hung her head at this point, and Elisif's shock on learning she was sitting next to a werewolf took second place to realising someone actually had died because of her.
“Oh! Oh Aela, I'm so sorry. He didn't make it, did he?”
Aela shook her head, face barely visible under her hair as she stared at the ground. “No,” she said at length. “There were too many, and numbers overwhelmed. They would have got me too, but you'd been able to get away, Skjor was gone – no reason for me to stay and keep fighting. So I led a few of them on a wild goose chase, got away and doubled back to try and find you. I had a feeling you'd need help.”
Elisif certainly did, there was no denying that now. Half of Skyrim essentially closed to her – Ulfric's troops would be on the lookout for any young redhaired Nord women on the road now – a Horn of Jurgen Windcaller to find, dragons to stop, a war to win... Elisif had no idea how she was supposed to deal with all this, she really didn't. She didn't even have a housecarl now.
“What about Jordis and Ria?” she whispered. “Did they make it?”
Aela reached out and took her hand. “I'm sorry, Elisif. They killed Jordis. She fought bravely but there were too many of them.”
Elisif could barely speak. Jordis, gone. Only twenty four, young, pretty, her whole life ahead of her and now she was gone, just like that. Elisif had really liked her too.
“And Ria?” she whispered, hoping that wasn't another death at her door. Ria was only twenty.
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 4.7
(Anonymous) 2013-09-09 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)Nothing good, Elisif was sure of that. Ulfric's forces weren't friendly to Imperials and Ria would never join them. It was a good thing Ria didn't know much – only that Elisif was Dragonborn... and that the Companions had been helping her, oh gods if Ulfric got that out of her...
“I can't go back to Jorrvaskr,” Elisif realised, horrified. “If Ulfric finds out Ria's one of you and was helping me – I suppose Ria could say she was just hired for the job, or volunteered even after Kodlak told her not to get involved... oh but then he'll think she's an Imperial sympathiser!”
“She is an Imperial sympathiser,” said Aela, faint smile on her lips. “She was horrified when war broke out, nearly ran off to join the Legion. Kodlak talked her out of it. Told us all there'd be precious little honour in this fight and that as there were too many among us on both sides, it was best if none of us went out to fight. I didn't agree but I do respect the old man, so I stayed.”
“Which side would you have joined?” Elisif whispered. She didn't think Aela was a Stormcloak, not now anyway, but best to make sure. Aela actually laughed to herself.
“That was the other problem. I couldn't decide. I don't worship Talos, can't stand the Thalmor, but I don't like Ulfric's methods either. I guess I didn't care about the politics, I just wanted the glory and didn't care who I fought.”
“And now?” Elisif asked. Aela did look up then, smiling gently at her and putting an arm around her.
“Now, little sister, you and I have a score to settle. That bastard's men killed my Shield-Brother. This is personal now. I'll help you any way I can.”
Elisif could have cried, but she didn't think Aela would appreciate that. So instead, she settled for hugging her. To Elisif's surprise, Aela hugged her back, one warrior to another – one Shield-Sister to another. It felt good to have someone at her back, and Aela was a very capable seasoned warrior – and a werewolf. Shor's teeth, a werewolf! She'd not have expected that, but one of those on her side, that she could live with.
“Thank you,” she whispered, tears in her eyes. Jordis and Skjor dead, Ria a Stormcloak prisoner – already this had claimed casualties. That Aela still wanted to help her after all this was welcome indeed, and Aela was far less likely to get herself killed.
“Don't thank me, we look after our own,” said Aela. “Come on, let's get back to Jorrvaskr, break the news to Kodlak. Then it's time to plot our next move – do we have a next move? What did the Greybeards tell you?”
“I've got to go to the ruins of Ustengrav in Hjaalmarch. Imperial territory so at least Ulfric can't come in force there. Then I've got to retrieve some ancient artefact from there and bring it back to them.”
“Sounds easy enough,” said Aela, getting up and helping Elisif to her feet. “Come on, let's get going. There's rumours of vampires in this cave, and while I'm not afraid of them, fighting them right now would be inconvenient.”
Elisif wasn't arguing. Glancing nervously at the cave mouth, she hurried after Aela.
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A/N: Ria will be all right, don't worry. I feel so bad about Skjor and Jordis though, but Elisif was having it a little too easy. So now things just got that bit more serious.
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 4.7
(Anonymous) 2013-09-10 12:27 am (UTC)(link)Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 4.7
(Anonymous) 2013-09-16 05:24 am (UTC)(link)Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 4.7
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