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Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 5.3
(Anonymous) 2013-09-22 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)“But I can't take all this!” Elisif protested. “This must be half your coin purse!”
“Oh, Cicero does not need a lot in the way of coin,” Cicero purred. “Cicero has only himself and Mother to look after, and Mother doesn't need feeding. What with being dead and all.”
Elisif sighed and accepted the gold, splitting it with Farkas who had after all helped with the whole persuasion effort. Cicero cooed after them, babbling that if he ever ran into them again, he would surely remember their kindness. Elisif wished him well, Farkas gave the little man a thumbs up, and then the four of them were moving again.
“You and your damn bleeding heart,” Vilkas growled.
“I had to help him!” Elisif protested. “He'd have been there for hours otherwise!”
“Not you,” Vilkas snapped. “I know you're a sucker for a sob story.” He smacked his brother on the arm. “Why did you have to get involved, eh? Don't you have more sense?”
“He was a man in trouble!” said Farkas, shrugging. “Had to help a fellow out, didn't I?”
“Sucker for a pretty face, is what you are,” Vilkas muttered, and that was a bit odd, Cicero wasn't a girl although he wasn't bad looking, Elisif supposed, if you could ignore the hat and that he was clearly a bit simple-minded.
“Hey, that's not why I helped!” Farkas sighed. “Although he is cute. Don't know if he's into men though, and wasn't about to make moves on him here either.”
Oh, so Farkas liked men as well as, or possibly instead of women. Elisif hadn't realised – he didn't seem the type. Vilkas didn't seem to care, and Aela hadn't batted an eyelid, so Elisif guessed it wasn't a secret among the Companions – just not considered anything worth worrying about.
“He's insane,” Vilkas sighed. “Brother, we have had this conversation before. No lunatics. I don't care how pretty they are.”
Farkas pouted but said nothing more, and the four of them pressed on. Farkas and Vilkas said goodbye at the junction, heading east for Windhelm and Eastmarch, while Aela and Elisif went west. Fort Dunstad was a bit of an obstacle, but survival and a need to press on took precedence over honour and as with Helgen, they skirted round rather than fighting the bandits inhabiting it.
After that, the road was quiet, just the odd frostbite spider or wolf to deal with, and finally the snow plains of the Pale gave way to Hjaalmarch's forests, and Morthal came in sight. A night spent at the inn there, and a few questions to the innkeeper revealed that there were no Stormcloak troops around. Something to be thankful for at least.
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 5.4
(Anonymous) 2013-09-22 01:07 pm (UTC)(link)“Do you – do you think they all killed each other?” Elisif asked as Aela stripped the bodies of gold and valuables. Aela shook her head.
“No. None of these bled to death, they all died fairly quickly. Whoever won this fight, they either left – or they're inside.”
Not reassuring. Elisif clutched her axe, hoping that whoever had won, they'd got fed up and gone away.
Alas, she was to be disappointed. Inside were more dead bandits, and some live necromancers with undead thralls, both of whom fell quickly to Aela's bow, and then more necromancers engaged in pitched battle with Draugr.
After those were dealt with came the rest of the ruin. It was strangely quiet – sure there were a few Draugr and skeletons wandering around, but also quite a few dead ones. Almost as if someone had been here before. Had one of the necromancers got ahead of them? Elisif hoped not.
There was loot to be had, and another Word Wall, and then a set of gates that Elisif had to Shout to get past, and then fire traps and spiders and finally a big chamber where dragon statues rose from the water to greet them.
“Impressive,” Aela murmured.
“Creepy,” Elisif whispered back, axes in hand, just waiting for the inevitable Draugr to burst out from somewhere. None did.
At the end of the room was a tomb with a hand on top of it. A hand that looked like it should be holding something... but wasn't.
“Is that it?” Aela asked, frowning. “Where's the Horn?”
“It's not here,” Elisif said, heart racing. “But it must be here, it has to be, gods dammit, Aela, where is my bloody Horn??”
Aela didn't answer. She'd looked up, looked over Elisif's shoulder and was staring angrily at the doorway at the back of the room.
“I believe you're looking for this?”
Slowly, Elisif turned around. She knew that voice. Recognised the High Rock accent, not heard often in Skyrim but Elisif knew a fellow Wayrest native when she heard one.
“What in Oblivion are you doing here?” Elisif snapped, turning around to face the Riverwood innkeeper lounging in the doorway. Delphine just smiled, stepped out of the darkness and pulled her hood back, grinning. She was wearing a set of battered but well-crafted leather armour and an unusual looking curved sword at her waist that Elisif hadn't seen before. She also had the Horn of Jurgen Windcaller in her hand.
“Delphine, you'd better have a very good explanation for this,” said Aela warily. “How did you even know...?”
“How you'd be here?” Delphine asked, looking almost unbearably smug by this point. “I knew the Greybeards would send you here if they thought you were Dragonborn. They're nothing if not predictable.”
Elisif felt her heart sink, fear prickling down her spine. Was she really that obvious?
“How did you know?” she whispered, heartbroken. “How...?”
Delphine actually looked sympathetic as she approached.
“Aela's thirty five. You're not more than twenty five if that. Aela's mother died in the Great War, and she left to fight in it when it broke out. She certainly didn't leave a baby behind her. Aela doesn't have a younger sister... but I can think of one young, redhaired Nord who might be travelling High Hrothgar way just lately and who Aela of all people might be willing to lie to protect.” Delphine tilted her head, eyes looking at Elisif in wonder. “The rumours are really true, aren't they? You're Jarl Elisif.”
No sense hiding it now. Elisif looked up, meeting the older woman's gaze.
“Yes,” she said quietly. “Yes, I'm Jarl Elisif of Solitude. True High Queen of Skyrim... and Dragonborn. I'd know your reason for coming after me. You didn't come all this way for nothing.”
“No, she really didn't,” Aela growled, hand flexing on her dagger hilt. “Who are you, Delphine, really? I knew you had some sort of warrior past, but thought you were just a war veteran who'd retired to run an inn. Now I don't think you're any more an innkeeper than I am!”
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 5.5
(Anonymous) 2013-09-22 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)Elisif really didn't like the sound of that.
“What sort of group?” she asked, suspicions not allayed in the slightest. “What do you want with me?”
“I want to know if you really are Dragonborn, for a start,” said Delphine. “You'll forgive me if I'm not entirely convinced just yet, even if there's not many other reasons for the Jarl of Solitude of all people to be poking around down here.”
“I took a dragon's soul in the middle of Solitude!” Elisif cried. “I don't think there's a lot of doubt about it by this time! It's not the sort of thing someone could fake!”
“Yes, I know but I can't entirely rule out a Thalmor plot,” said Delphine, sounding quite reasonable for someone Elisif was now convinced was completely insane.
“What have the Thalmor got to do with anything?” Elisif asked, bewildered.
“What aren't they involved in, you mean?” Delphine snorted. “Look, here's the deal. I'm trying to find out why the dragons came back and how to stop them. I don't know who's behind it but my best guess is the Thalmor. I certainly can't rule out them spreading the rumour of a returned Dragonborn to flush me out of hiding.”
“Why would the Thalmor want you?” Elisif asked, narrowing her eyes.
“We're very old enemies,” Delphine replied. “But that's not important. What is important is that you might be Dragonborn.”
“I am Dragonborn!” Elisif snapped, and there it was, the rage coming back as something howled dragon-like within her. How dare they doubt her, how dare they??
“Well then, you won't mind proving it to me, will you?” Delphine said, looking far too cocky for her own good.
“Would Shouting you halfway to Dawnstar prove it?” Elisif growled, taking a step forward, hand to her axe. Delphine did at least back off, hands raised, and Aela placed a hand on Elisif's shoulder.
“Elisif. She's not attacked yet and up until now, I've never had reason to doubt her. At least hear her out.”
While Elisif didn't share Aela's confidence, the other woman did have a point. Elisif let her axe go and folded her arms.
“Start talking then. What do you want from me?” Elisif snapped. Delphine relaxed a little, holding out the Horn to her.
“I'm not your enemy, Elisif. Here, the Horn of Jurgen Windcaller, take it. Give it to the Greybeards, let them do what they want. All I ask is that you trust me and come with me.”
“Trust you??” Elisif could barely believe her ears. “I don't even know you! I thought you were just an innkeeper and it turns out you're some sort of fugitive from the law.”
“You weren't even going by your true name when I first met you,” Delphine retorted. “From what I hear, you're over at the Thalmor Embassy every couple of months cosying up to Elenwen. How do I know you're not going to sell me out to them yourself?”
A tempting thought, but Elisif wasn't one to turn someone over to the authorities without at least some proof of actual wrongdoing. Delphine had at least handed the Horn over in the end, and any help trying to stop the dragons was welcome.
“Just tell me what you want,” Elisif sighed. “You said you were trying to stop the dragons and find out where they came from. Did you get anywhere?”
“Not as far as I'd have liked but likely further than anyone else has done,” said Delphine, warming to her subject. “You see, dragons weren't gone somewhere all these years. They were dead, killed off. They're not just coming back, they're coming back to life.”
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 5.6
(Anonymous) 2013-09-22 01:12 pm (UTC)(link)Well, the war might explain that. Hadn't the first attack been at Helgen, right as they were going to execute Ulfric? He'd be dead if not for the dragons. Elisif fought back a wave of revulsion at the memory of her last encounter with the man. Dragons coming back, possible Thalmor involvement due to wanting the war to continue (a bit far-fetched but not impossible), her husband's murderer at large still, her country being ravaged... and her being Dragonborn. She didn't think this was a coincidence.
“Do you know what's causing it?” she asked. Delphine clearly knew something or she wouldn't be here asking for help.
“Not yet. But I think I know how to find out,” Delphine told her, producing something from her pocket, a roll of paper. A map of Skyrim, with several markings all over it, the ones on the right hand side crossed out.
“Dragon burial mounds,” Delphine explained. “From the Dragonstone you found for me – thank you by the way, I was starting to think I'd have to go in there myself. I've been to a few of them, had reports from all the Jarls' stewards on dragon activity. It started in the Rift, it's worst in the east. Someone or something is opening dragon burial mounds and it started in the south east, down near Riften. I've been tracking the mounds that have been opened so far. If the pattern holds, the next one is the one to the west of Dawnstar. It's not more than a few hours from here – if we leave now, we can find out what's going on and maybe even stop it. That's why I came here in person instead of just leaving a note. That and I wasn't sure the Jarl of Solitude wouldn't be here without half the Haafingar Guard and the Legion, with a few Thalmor observers along for the ride. At least with that lot I could see you coming and run. Damned if I'm leaving a note for the Thalmor telling them where I am.”
She really was quite obsessed with the Thalmor. Worrying, if Elisif was honest. The Thalmor weren't popular, no, but they'd always been perfectly respectful to her. Why they'd be interested in a simple innkeeper was beyond Elisif – but by this time, she was also starting to realise Delphine was far more than that. She'd just have to bide her time and wait for Delphine to trust her enough to tell her what this was really about.
Elisif had a feeling she could be waiting a long time.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Snow was coming down as they trekked over the marsh, skirting the Stormcloak camp but also avoiding the Imperial camp Elisif knew was out there, much to her dismay. She could do with a good meal, warm bed and hot fire to sit by rather than be out in this. But Delphine didn't think it was a good idea, so off they went in the other direction as the aurora blazed above them in the night sky.
“Are we there yet?” Elisif whispered, hating to sound like a brat, but she'd never before realised just how big Skyrim was. It always seemed to take hours to get anywhere, especially off-road.
“Nearly,” Delphine called back. “Just a bit further, over this hill and...”
The biggest dragon that any of them had ever seen swooped overhead, black scales gleaming in the moonlight as it blotted out the stars, coming to circle over what proved to be the dragon mound.
“Get down!” Aela cried, ducking behind a rock as she took aim with her bow. Elisif and Delphine joined, Delphine staring at the black dragon in amazement.
“Lorkhan's eyes. Look at it, it's huge!”
“Kriiloknah! Ziil Dovah ulse!”
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 5.7
(Anonymous) 2013-09-22 01:14 pm (UTC)(link)“You do not even understand our tongue, do you?” the dragon growled, sounding almost like it was laughing. “So arrogant, to claim for yourself the name of Dovah.”
It knew. That damn beast knew she was here, knew what she was and sweet Kynareth she was no match for it at all. She was going to die, right here, right now and about the only consolation was that at least she'd see Torygg again...
“No matter,” the dragon growled. “You will not stop this. You are weak, joor. I will leave you to your fate because you are not worth the bother of killing personally. In the mean time... Slen Tiid Vo!”
The dragon mound exploded, stone flying everywhere as a pillar of dark magic soared into the sky. Elisif looked up from the crouch she'd dropped into as another dragon roared in response, and she froze in horror to see a skeletal dragon emerging from the ruined mound.
“Gods above, it's worse than I thought,” she heard Delphine breathe, and Aela wasn't even wasting time on words. She'd already lifted her bow and fired off an arrow, then another.
“Kriiloknah! Krii daar joorre!” the black dragon snarled and wheeled off. Fire was burning all along the skeletal dragon and Elisif realised in horror that its very flesh was reforming.
“Talos take you!” she heard Delphine shout, firing off a few shots herself and Elisif reached for her bow, heart in her mouth. She'd fought a dragon before and not died. How hard could it be?
Harder than she'd imagined, it turned out. Her arrows went wide, even Aela's weren't sinking in that deep, and then the thing took off, howling its rage out. Elisif shrieked as she dodged a jet of fire. Last time she'd had a housecarl, four Companions and the Whiterun guard. This time it was one Companion, one Breton warrior and her. Just her.
Kriiloknah soared round again, dodging all the arrows sent its way, sending a jet of fire in Delphine's direction, and then it landed, staring straight at her. Elisif stared back, feeling the blood drain from her face, knowing she'd get one shot in maximum before it struck and that this was a terrible idea, she should have stayed in Solitude, taken Falk up on his elite dragon squad idea where others killed them and she just took the soul. I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die...
“For the glory of the Empire!” Arrows flew at the dragon and it turned its attention to this new threat. Elisif could have wept to see a whole troop of Legion soldiers rush in from what must be the Pale's Legion camp, firing arrows and surrounding the dragon, trying to get blows in. The dragon was having none of it – it might be bleeding but that didn't stop it picking one man up in its mouth, chewing him up and flinging the corpse away, before turning its fire breath on a small knot of soldiers.
Something in Elisif snapped, some fury at the thing treating innocent human beings like that, innocent human beings who were fighting for her when all was said and done. She reached for her greatsword.
“WULD!” She covered the distance between her and the dragon easily and carved a line deep into its flesh, marvelling at how easily the scales seemed to part for her. I will kill you, dragon, you will hurt no more of my people and if you kill me, so what? I just get to go to Sovngarde and see Torygg again, so you do NOT frighten me! Screaming, she carved into it, not a lot of finesse involved but when you had an enchanted greatsword at your disposal, you didn't really need it. She wasn't really aware of anything else, just blood and noise and the rest of the world fading away and then fire, why was there fire?
Aela had grabbed her shoulders, hauling her back, hauling her away from the thing's burning corpse.
“You did it, you did it, well done, it's dead, you can stop now, you can stop!”
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 5.8
(Anonymous) 2013-09-22 01:16 pm (UTC)(link)Then the dragon's soul boiled up out of it, sank into her and she felt the draconic part of herself answering, jaws reaching out to swallow it whole.
Elisif slowly looked up to see concern on Aela's face, amazement and pride on Delphine's, and then she saw the Legionnaires. Several had just dropped to their knees in stunned amazement and they all were looking at her like she was some sort of goddess.
“Dragonborn!”
“High Queen!”
“It's true!”
“She took its very soul...”
Slowly, Elisif turned to Rikke, feeling more afraid now than when she'd been facing the dragon. At least the dragon hadn't been treating her like a goddess and its intentions had been perfectly clear. She had no idea what lay behind Rikke's smile.
“Jarl Elisif. There you are, we found you at last. My spies brought word of our camp in the Rift destroyed, Ulfric mobilising troops personally at Ivarstead. I can imagine why. We've been searching all over for you. What are you doing up here?”
“I – just – was looking for something,” said Elisif nervously, not sure what to say. While she'd always liked Rikke, she wasn't entirely sure she trusted her. Rikke was loyal but she wasn't sworn to Elisif, was she? “But I found it, so I'll just be on my way...”
“On your way?” Rikke asked, eyebrow raised. “You're just going to wander Skyrim on your own? I don't think so! I'm not letting our best asset go unprotected like that. Jarl Elisif, since the story started getting around about you being Dragonborn, Legion recruitment's gone through the roof. Undecided Nords, apolitical Nords, Nords who didn't care, some who even were leaning towards Ulfric, they've all heard that you're Dragonborn and they've all come to fight for you, their Dragonborn Queen. Come with me, Elisif. We'll give you guards, take you to visit the camps, rally the troops, get them fired up to kill some Stormcloaks, get a few dragons killed before their eyes. What do you say?”
Absolutely not, was Elisif's reaction. Deep inside, she could feel a dragon's rage building up again, fury at being kept in a gilded cage, a pet to be paraded out when the Empire felt like it, killing dragons who'd likely already been nearly killed anyway. What sort of life was that for a Dovah? No life at all, was what it was. Better dead than chained.
“I am the true High Queen,” Elisif gasped. “I go where I want.” She just had time to take in the stunned look on Rikke's face before sanity and reason kicked in and she realised what she'd just said to the Imperial second-in-command. Without even pausing, she turned and fled across the snow, using Whirlwind Sprint to put it all behind her.
“Legate, should we go after her?” one of the men asked Rikke. She shook her head wearily.
“No, let her go. She's done nothing wrong and you can't force a Nord to accept help she hasn't asked for,” Rikke sighed. “I'll just have the camps on alert in case she passes their way and does need somewhere to stay for a while. It's actually better for morale this way, the troops will take courage from their Dragonborn Queen being out there in the field fighting dragons to keep Skyrim safe. You there!” She pointed at Aela and Delphine. “Are you her friends?”
Both women nodded cautiously. Rikke didn't know the Breton but the Nord looked familiar – one of the Companions, if Rikke remembered correctly. Good, Elisif would have some help at least.
“Then I suggest you get after her. She's headed straight for Stormcloak territory, if they get their hands on her...”
Neither woman needed telling twice. Both Nord and Breton took off after the errant High Queen, leaving Rikke staring at a dead dragon and wondering just what the world was coming to.
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 5.8
(Anonymous) 2013-09-27 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)Have you thought at all about posting this story to FFnet or AO3? I'm just thinking it would be easier to track new updates if it was there.
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 5.8
(Anonymous) 2013-09-28 08:47 am (UTC)(link)Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 5.3
(Anonymous) 2013-09-27 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)"No lunatics. I don't care how pretty they are." <-- This line is epic.
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 5.3
(Anonymous) 2013-09-27 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)I've got Farkas down as bi while Vilkas is largely straight, and due to Farkas being an utter sweetheart and far too nice for his own good, he's had more than a few break-ups caused by dating someone who's pretty on the outside but not so much on the inside. Which Vilkas has had to console him over, and by this point, he's got very protective of his twin.