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Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 14.6
(Anonymous) 2013-11-17 11:16 am (UTC)(link)So it was that she was surprised to hear him giggling softly, and then the laughter got louder until he was lying on the steps next to her, howling away.
“What?” Eola cried. “Oh gods, what is it with you? It's not funny!”
Cicero dried his eyes, hysterics slowly subsiding.
“Oh sweetling, it is, it is, Cicero is going to have to go to a very tough prison run by the fearsome King in Rags, all the while knowing he has done unmentionable things with the man's daughter.” Cicero giggled again, and when Eola looked closer, she realised Cicero was actually shaking despite the giggling. When he put it like that, it was a little bit frightening.
“So don't tell him,” she whispered, starting to giggle herself. “Oh honey, I'm sorry, I honestly had no idea you'd end up spending the morning after facing up to my Da. Who – oh gods, yeah, just don't mention me unless you have to. Not until you're out of there and can run.”
“That will not help, is he not a terrifying battlemage??” Cicero gasped. “Oh sweetling, Cicero is doomed. But he will think often of you in the Void after Madanach has killed him.”
“It won't come to that,” Eola told him. “You just find our Maia and keep her safe. Don't worry, I've got contacts. I'll get you both out, I promise.”
Cicero leaned forward and kissed her again, and Eola moaned softly at his touch. He really was quite good at that. Eola really hoped this worked because if it didn't, she was frankly stuffed. The world would end and she'd never get to kiss Cicero again. She wasn't sure what bothered her more.
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Kaie was long gone and it must be morning by now – the guards had changed shifts after all, although Madanach was sure they varied the shift patterns sometimes just to confuse the prisoners. Wouldn't surprise him. Damn Nords.
But still, it probably was morning Which meant Elisif might be deigning to get up some time soon, yes? He could have his bed back, right? Come on, Elisif, I'm old, I need sleep, don't make me wake you up... The alternative was joining her, and that was just asking for trouble.
Resting his head on the desk maybe. It'd be agony once he woke up, but Restoration magic could fix that, right?
No good, it was no good, he was getting too old to sleep contorted on hard surfaces. He'd have to wake her up.
Then came the shrieking from the main prison, and that had to be pretty damn loud to echo down here. Casting his mage armour, Madanach ran down the tunnel, frost magic ready to go.
“LET POOR CICERO IN! CICERO WANTS TO SEE MAIA!”
That halted Madanach in his tracks. One of Elisif's companions, a little red-haired daedra called Cicero. Oh sweet gods, the little murderer had got himself incarcerated and from the sounds of it, daedra was an apt description. Namely one of Sheogorath's.
“Tough shit. You ain't coming in,” Borkul growled. “Boss said he wasn't to be disturbed. Not by you, not by anyone.”
“But he has sweet Maiiiaaaa!!!!” Cicero whined. “Maia is Cicero's friend!”
“I said no!” Borkul snarled. “Now get out of my sight, new meat. Go mine up silver like the rest of us.”
Heavy sigh. “Cicero is very sorry, dear Borkul. But you have left Cicero little choice.”
There followed the sound of something Madanach hadn't heard for some considerable time – the sound of Borkul screaming in pain.
“GAAAAHHHHH!!! GET OFF ME! MALACATH'S BALLS, YOU LITTLE FETCH- AAAARRRGGGHHH!!!”
“LET – POOR – CICERO – IN!!!!!”
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 14.7
(Anonymous) 2013-11-17 11:18 am (UTC)(link)“ALL RIGHT, THAT IS ENOUGH!” Madanach roared, sending an Ice Spike flying across the room for good measure, narrowly missing Cicero. As the spike splintered into the far wall, Cicero looked up, saw Madanach standing in the doorway glowering at him and promptly let go of Borkul, slithering to the ground and seeming to almost glide over to him, all hostility seemingly forgotten. Instead, he was actually grinning broadly.
“You are Madanach!” he cooed. “The King in Rags! Cicero has heard about you! Cicero has heard that you are deadly and murderous and fearsome! Is it true?”
“If you wish to find out firsthand, by all means keep babbling at me and attacking my people,” Madanach growled. “If on the other hand, you had a reason for seeking me out, I suggest you get on with it.”
Behind him, Borkul was staggering off, rubbing his neck and groaning. Cicero had left some nasty bruises. If Madanach hadn't already known he was Dark Brotherhood, he'd have suspected it after seeing that.
“Oh, Cicero wasn't looking for you. Well, not specifically. Cicero has a friend here! A dear friend who was wrongfully imprisoned only yesterday. A pretty young lady called Maia. Cicero has looked all over this prison, but not found her. So he asked the others and they said she was with you.” Cicero tilted his head, those dark eyes narrowing and Madanach, for the first time in a very long time, began to actually feel nervous. “Cicero hopes Maia has come to no harm down here. That would be most... unfortunate. Cicero would become... angry. Madanach does not wish to see Cicero angry.”
Madanach shifted a little uncomfortably as he began to realise Cicero was actually right about that one. He really didn't want to see this one lose his temper.
“She's fine,” Madanach said tersely. “Unharmed, quite happy, fast asleep... and if you think I'm letting some random stranger in to see her, you have another think coming. You could be anyone. She has enemies, Cicero. How do I know you're not one of them?” He lowered his voice, leaning a little closer. “They say the Dark Brotherhood are after her. How do I know you're not one of them, hmm? Not many could take on Borkul like you just did.”
Cicero opened his mouth to speak then closed it again, clearly a bit torn between two things which were both true and yet in direct conflict. In the end he settled for avoiding the question.
“Oh but of course Cicero is a friend of sweet Maia's!” he trilled, fluttering his eyelashes. “Maia helped poor Cicero, saved his life, and now Cicero helps protect Maia! Madanach need only ask her, she will tell him that!”
“I will be doing that very thing, you can be sure of that,” Madanach growled. “But first, I need to be sure I can trust you to behave. You've attacked one of my people already, and someone of your description also savaged a camp of mine not so very long ago.”
Cicero's eyes barely flickered. “Did they?” he said, all wide-eyed innocence. “That's awful! How dare some miscreant kill all those poor, innocent Forsworn and that lovely old woman in charge of them? Shameful, sir, quite shameful.”
Indeed, although Madanach by this point was thinking the actual concept of shame was entirely foreign to Cicero's mind.
“Quite,” said Madanach, repressing a smile. “In fact, when I catch up with that miscreant, he can be very sure he'll need to go quite some way to making it up to me. But I'm sure you'd never do such a terrible thing, would you now, boy?”
Cicero quite vehemently shook his head, protesting that he never would, loyal Cicero was a good boy who loved order. Loyal, eh? Madanach would see about that.
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 14.8
(Anonymous) 2013-11-17 11:20 am (UTC)(link)“Oh well, this is a little awkward,” he began, still grinning. “Only... there was a little... misunderstanding. An accident! It wasn't Cicero's fault!”
“I'm sure it wasn't,” Madanach said, raising an eyebrow and waiting for the rest – really, this was a little like watching Eithne trying to talk her way out of trouble, although that thought wiped the nascent smile from his face, as thinking of her usually did. “What exactly happened?”
“There was... an altercation,” Cicero began. “There were... words. Hostilities! Violence! Coarse language such as made poor Cicero blush to hear.”
“That doesn't normally get a man jailed,” said Madanach, itching for Cicero to stop dancing about and get to the point. “Did a man die and was your knife the one stuck in his ribs?”
“In the ribs???” Cicero cried, appalled. “In the ribs?? Tcha! Amateurs stick a knife in the ribs.” Cicero leaned forward, grinning, eyes aglow with professional pride. “Slit his throat and watched him bleed. He won't be calling Cicero an Imperial milk-drinker again.”
He'd killed a Nord then, that was something. And now Madanach had to know who it was.
“Who won't?” Madanach asked. Cicero giggled, hands to his face.
“Thongvor Silver-Blood!” Cicero squealed. “He was just standing there, right there in Understone Keep, all on his own... and now he isn't! It's a good thing stone's easy to clean, there was blood everywhere!”
Cicero looked delighted with himself, and Madanach was hard-pressed not to punch the air himself. Just one left to go. He could have hugged Cicero for this, but he restrained himself. Wouldn't do to get carried away.
“Well now,” Madanach laughed. “That is impressive. You might just fit in around here after all. All right, maybe I can let the Karthspire incident go... perhaps. But you're not getting in to see Maia until I'm convinced I can trust you. That you'll do as you're told.”
More protesting and insisting that yes, he would, Cicero was a good boy who lived to serve and would do anything sweet Madanach asked, anything at all.
“Anything?” Madanach asked, guessing that the particular anything he had in mind Cicero would have no problem with whatsoever.
Cicero just leaned closer, heavy-lidded eyes gazing up at him and a hazy little smile on his face.
“Anything,” Cicero gasped breathlessly. Something told Madanach Cicero was no stranger to prison nor was he a stranger to doing whatever he had to in order to survive, up to and including offering sexual services to the prison boss. Most unfortunately for Cicero, Madanach, having now laid eyes on an attractive woman not his own daughter for the first time in years, was no longer desperate enough to avail himself. Instead he just drew his shiv and placed it in Cicero's hand, curling his fingers around it.
“There's a man in these mines, a Nord called Grisvar the Unlucky. He's rightly named, a thief... and a snitch. Feeds information to the Silver-Bloods. He's the only one in here not allied to me... other than you. Change that for me, Cicero.”
“You want me to convert him?” Cicero asked, puzzled... and then the penny dropped and he squeaked.
“Serve him like you did Thongvor, and you're in with the Forsworn,” Madanach murmured, patting Cicero on the shoulder. “And in the mean time, I'm going to go wake Maia and tell her you're here. If she confirms your story, you can see her. After you've proven yourself.”
Cicero grinned up at him, and the daedra description had never looked more apt. Definitely a true son of Sithis, this one.
“The Reach-King can count on it,” Cicero purred, before skipping off to find Grisvar. As soon as he was gone, Borkul staggered over, still rubbing his neck.
“Are you seriously letting him in?” Borkul demanded. “He's insane.”
“Yes,” Madanach admitted. “But he is a friend of Maia's, and he is also very willing to get his hands dirty. I can always find a use for that. When he's done, send him in. It's time he and the Admor-Brenhina were reunited.”
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 14.9
(Anonymous) 2013-11-17 11:23 am (UTC)(link)She followed from a distance until they dragged him into the mine entrance, watching as Cicero lost his freedom... and then he was gone, and it was time to hand over her own. Taking a deep breath, she went to track down Nepos.
She'd packed all her things before leaving Reachcliff, and she'd brought them along still. Not a lot, just her studded armour, a few bits of jewellery, a little gold, her sword and hunting bow, some potions, Cicero's weapons now as well... and her old Forsworn armour. Enchanted, like all Madanach's family had. Perfect gear for a Forsworn nightblade. Not that she'd ever actually officially served as one – she'd run away first. But she had the armour still. She'd already pulled on the boots and gloves. Clutching the headdress in her hands, she slipped into Nepos' house, putting it on once inside.
The house was quiet, a few soft sounds of daily living, someone sweeping, someone else chopping food up from the sound of it, a fire crackling away, rustling of pages as someone read. Eola moved quietly up the entrance hall, to where a woman with silver hair and yellow eyes was sweeping. She crept closer... and the woman cast a spell before turning to look right at her.
“Name and business, newcomer,” she snapped. “And don't sneak. Thieves sneak. Assassins sneak. Guests do not.”
“But nightblades do,” Eola said quietly, standing up and stepping into the light. “Where is Nepos. I need to speak with him.”
The woman narrowed her eyes, reaching for her dagger, and her left hand was held ready to cast. “No ordinary warrior would come here and I don't know your face. Who are you, to interrupt the old man's rest.”
“No ordinary warrior,” Eola purred, smiling sweetly at her. She'd taken down lone Forsworn in the hills before now. Tasting the flesh of her own kind, now that was always something... special. Something a little extra forbidden about it. This woman would be a joy to taste, Eola could tell that.
But not today. From further in, a man's voice called out and although she'd never met him, he sounded familiar.
“Let her in, Uaile. I'll speak with her.”
“But sir,” Uaile protested, clearly concerned by this. “You don't know who she is.”
“Then let's find out,” Nepos said, sitting up and turning to look at Eola. As she stepped into the light, she was gratified to see his eyes widening. They'd always told her she looked more like her father. They'd also said she looked like her oldest sister Eithne, although she'd left home when Eola was five and died not long after – Eola barely remembered her face. She just remembered a fearless warrior to be who'd always told her to hang in there, she wouldn't be little forever. Eola missed her.
Nepos had known Madanach and Eithne both, and she could tell he was wondering who she was exactly, even though the list of possibilities wasn't high.
“Know who I am yet?” Eola said softly, approaching and hoping the headdress didn't do too good a job of making her look like every other Forsworn. So she pulled the thing off and let her hair fall down, irritably patting it back into place as she did. She looked up to see Nepos staring at her, shocked... but also proud.
“That's exactly what your father used to do when he took his off. He always hated wearing the things too,” Nepos said softly. “Welcome back, Rhan-Brenyeen.”
Eola nodded, taking a seat next to him, trying to ignore the shocked whispers among the various young Forsworn hanging around the place. Even Uaile had sat down, stunned.
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 14.10
(Anonymous) 2013-11-17 11:26 am (UTC)(link)“Not that you'd remember, you were just a baby. You were born in this city, you know,” said Nepos, his voice barely above a whisper but in the silence, it couldn't help but carry. “But your father used to mention you – and when you ran away, he cancelled all Forsworn military activity in the entire Reach, had everyone out looking. Had undercover agents scouting the borders, visiting the cities – Whiterun, Solitude, even Falkreath.”
She'd suspected as much. It was why she'd gone off-road, not stopped until she'd reached Pale Pass then sneaked over into Cyrodiil and freedom. Nine years ago, and times had been more innocent – she'd never have managed it these days.
“I'm sorry,” said Eola, the unfamiliar feeling of guilt stabbing at her. Her mother she'd not cared about at all by the end, and she'd been just glad to get away from Kaie's nagging. But her father... he'd been away so long he'd barely seemed real any more. But he was real, alive and he must have been so afraid he'd lost her.
“So you should be, he was worried sick,” Nepos said, a touch of reproval appearing. “And who has to deal with it when the king is worried? Me, of course. Honestly, it's like having a particularly demanding spouse sometimes. I'm beginning to see why Mireen left him.”
“Oh, I rather think it was a mutual thing,” said Eola, realising she'd missed this. Missed having someone to talk to, someone who understood. Someone who knew traditional Reach culture, knew the war that had twisted all their lives... knew her own shattered family and its secrets. She'd always told the faithful that true fellowship was found only with those who accepted you for what you are. But to do that, they first had to know what you were, and Eola's story was known to very few.
“True enough,” Nepos laughed. “So, Brenyeenma, why now? We've had a lot of interesting developments over the last week. I refuse to believe your return is coincidence, although I'm sure your father will welcome the news.”
Eola was sure he would, but the thought of possibly seeing him again – what if prison had changed him, as the years had changed her? What if he wasn't the fierce warrior she remembered any more, but a tired and weak old man? What if he disapproved of the witch she'd become? What if she reminded him of her mother? What if... oh but she couldn't think of all this. She had a job to do.
“I need help, Nepos,” Eola sighed. “I've found some new friends lately, including one very dear to my heart. Only they came here and one of them got involved in the little assassination ring you and Da have got going on. Lady called Maia. Ended up in Cidhna Mine. I imagine you've heard of her.”
Nepos' eyes had narrowed, and now he was watching her very carefully.
“I know of her. Eola... you know she's a Nord. Why are you befriending Nords?”
“That's none of your concern,” said Eola, bristling. Here it came, the judgement. The questions. Wanting to know why she wasn't a true Forsworn. The reason she'd run away in the first place. “But she's my friend and I want her out of that mine. Her and another man who was arrested this morning. He's called Cicero.”
Nepos' eyebrows did raise at that. “Now that's a name I know from more than one source. There's rumours he laid waste to Karthspire, you know. Eola, your mother... I'm afraid she's...”
“I know,” said Eola, not wanting to have to fake a grief she surely didn't feel. “And Kaie, did she die too?”
“No,” Nepos said, and Eola hadn't expected to feel the level of relief she did on learning her bossy, self-satisfied older sister wasn't dead yet. “No, in fact she's -”
“Eola??”
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 14.11
(Anonymous) 2013-11-17 11:27 am (UTC)(link)“Kaie,” Eola said, determined not to lose her temper or be baited into an argument. “Good to see you.”
Kaie was shaking her head in the firelight and all over the room, Forsworn were slinking off, possibly to give them privacy, possibly to take cover, Eola wasn't sure.
“After nine years, is that all you can say?” Kaie whispered, sounding like she was about to cry. “Eola, where have you been?”
Did it matter? “Here, there, everywhere,” Eola sighed. “Travelling. Cyrodiil, Morrowind, High Rock, anywhere in Tamriel that wasn't the damn Reach!”
Pain in Kaie's eyes as she made her way over.
“You stupid woman,” Kaie whispered. “I thought you were dead!” Before Eola could apologise for disappointing her yet again, Kaie had flung her arms around her, hugging her half to death.
“You came back,” Kaie wept softly, and now Eola had no idea how to react, other than hug her sister back. Of all the reactions, she'd never expected that. Kaie had missed her?
“You're alive, thank Anu, you're alive,” Kaie was saying. “Look at you, you're a warrior still, we can fight Nords together, you were always the best of us. It'll be like it should have been, we'll be a family again!”
“Kaie!” Eola gasped, trying to extricate herself from her sister's grip, feeling increasingly awkward. Namira, no, this wasn't why she'd come back!
“Kaie,” Nepos interrupted, his voice carrying over everything, with a quietly authoritative ring to it that had Kaie letting her go and listening. “Perhaps you should hear Eola out before you start recruiting her into the Forsworn?”
“Recruit?” Kaie laughed. “Don't be silly, Nepos, Eola's one of us and always was, isn't that right, Eola? Eola?”
“I didn't come back to join up, Kaie,” Eola said, hating the way Kaie's face fell as she said the words. “I need help. Two friends of mine just got arrested and one of them's not even guilty. They're called Maia and Cicero and I need you and Nepos to help rescue them...”
Kaie's face had shut up entirely, her eyes narrowing as she glared at her.
“Maia. And Cicero.” Kaie's eyes glimmered in the firelight, just like their father's but without the warmth he'd always had for them both. She was looking at Eola like Madanach had probably looked at his enemies. “The same Maia and Cicero who just wrecked Karthspire. Friends. Of yours. Eola, you... tell me you weren't involved in that.”
“I swear it, Kaie, I didn't know until after that had all gone down,” Eola pleaded. “Didn't even meet them until it had already happened. Please, Kaie, they're not enemies, at least they don't have to be. Please help?”
Kaie was staring at her bitterly, and Eola felt her hear sink as she realised what little leverage she had left was evaporating like the morning dew. Kaie was Forsworn to the core and not the forgiving type. Just like their mother then.
“You sound so like Da sometimes,” Kaie said quietly, shaking her head. “I swear you're both crazy. You're in luck anyway. Da's already spoken with Maia and pardoned her for Karthspire, in return for... well, I'll tell you later. So you're involved too, eh? I imagine that'll please Da at any rate. He missed you, gwaneth bach. You broke his heart when you left.”
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 14.12
(Anonymous) 2013-11-17 11:29 am (UTC)(link)“Well, you're going to get to see him yourself in a few hours. We're jailbreaking him tonight, him and everyone in that prison, including your friends. Everything's good to go, we just need to retrieve your Maia's things from the guards. We've got a man in there to help, but it might involve slitting a few throats. You in?”
Eola could barely believe her ears. Madanach and Elisif had met and not only had Elisif not been harmed, they'd worked out a deal? A deal involving a jailbreak, and from the smirk on Kaie's face and the way Nepos was grinning as he stared into the fire, this had clearly been in the works for months. Her father was finally cutting loose, and it seemed like he was bringing the Dragonborn with him.
“I'm in,” Eola whispered, ready to cry. Not only was she getting Cicero back and the Dragonborn released... she was getting her father back too. She had a family again. She just hoped he wasn't horribly disappointed in her.
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A/N: Readers of N&J and Cicero Dragonborn will have seen that Eola reveal coming a mile off, everyone else, I hope it's not too farfetched. And yes, Madanach does indeed secretly fancy Elisif, and who can blame him? Next chapter, everything comes together as Lots of People Escape Cidhna Mine.