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Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 27.7
(Anonymous) 2014-04-25 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)“Don't worry, Dragonborn. I've got your back.”
With seemingly little choice in the matter, Elisif did as asked, walking to the tent entrance and staring out at the camp, tents stretching into the distance, soul gems perched on top of them and around the perimeter, magical shield hiding and protecting it, Forsworn warriors wandering around, the sound of singing and laughing, her Blades sitting around the fire, Argis calling excitedly to Karliah asking if she recognised him and Karliah stopping dead and crying out “Little Argis??? Shadows preserve me, look at you, you're all grown up! And who's this? Argis, don't tell me you've got a...”
“Karliah, this is Farkas, Farkas, this is Karliah, she's the one got me out of Markarth when the Stormcloak Shouted the gates in. Fancy an ale?”
“I would love one,” Karliah laughed, Farkas happily moving to one side and sandwiching her in between them as he passed her a mead bottle, Honningbrew from the look of it, although where the Forsworn had found a large consignment of Honningbrew's best from was anyone's guess.
“Well?” Madanach murmured into her ear, standing right behind her. “What do you see?”
“My Blades,” Elisif whispered, feeling tears in her eyes. Her companions and friends, comrades, protectors, allies, and she was abandoning them all.
“What else?” Madanach murmured, hands curling around her upper arms and did he really need to stand so close to her?
“Tents. Soul gems. At least three Hagravens, and why on earth I didn't kill you in Cidhna Mine, I don't know, because frankly I'm not sure you're a lot better than the dragons. Lots of Forsworn warriors. Skulls, Spriggan heads, goats' heads, an entire deer's head, neck and shoulders on a pair of mammoth tusks – Madanach, what is it with you people, can't you decorate your camps with nice things for a change?”
Soft chuckle from Madanach.
“I'm sorry, cariad, shall we go for flowers and pink ribbons instead, really put the fear of Sithis into people?”
“I can breathe fire, you know!” Elisif informed him, glaring over her shoulder at him, wondering why the insufferable man was smiling.
“You'll have to demonstrate later,” Madanach grinned. His voice softened as he looked back out at the camp. “Take a step back. Look at the whole thing. What do we have out there?”
Good question. What did they have, taken in its entirety? A Forsworn camp. A big one. Away from home, waiting for something, some sign to move, camped in hiding out in Eastmarch. Eastmarch... Ulfric's own Hold. Why had Madanach moved out to Eastmarch? This must be half the entire Forsworn out here. Half the entire Forsworn...
“An army,” Elisif whispered, pieces slowly slotting together. “You're laying siege to Windhelm. Except Ulfric doesn't know it yet.”
“Oh you are smart!” Madanach breathed, approving. “Yes, High Queen, we are laying siege to Windhelm. Except due to our smaller numbers and limited resources, we're going about it a little differently.”
“How long have you been planning all this?” Elisif whispered, trying to think how much time it would take to plan an operation this size. Even with the troops already there and just needing moving, it wasn't an overnight job. “Wait, have you been planning this since the jailbreak?”
“In a way.” Delphine was approaching, standing a few feet away, definitely grinning now. “And don't blame him, an awful lot of this was my idea. Not organising the Forsworn, no, but the idea of taking Windhelm, all the setting up needed to get it from an idea to a working operation in a matter of weeks, a lot of that was me.”
“What?” Elisif gasped, wondering how – why? - the Blades had got together and planned all this without her. “When were you going to tell me?”
“We thought you needed to concentrate on the dragons,” Delphine said, shrugging. “We needed to get everything ready first, but there was no need for you to be involved with that. We just need you for the actual uprising so it doesn't look quite as much like a horde of barbarians descending on an unsuspecting city and terrorising it into submission.”
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 27.8
(Anonymous) 2014-04-25 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)More laughter from Madanach. “I really do like her, Delphine,” he said, grinning. “Elisif, cariad, don't worry. I've already made it very clear to the troops we are not here to pillage the place. We're taking it over, disposing of Ulfric and then we're claiming it for our own. For that, I will want it mostly intact so that when the Empire show up and want to know what in the Void's happening, I can trade it in for the Reach and they'll be impressed with what a good boy I've been.”
“You're insane,” Elisif gasped, turning to Delphine in the hope of some sanity coming from her. “Delphine, he's gone mad, that can't possibly work!”
“He's a little crazy but sometimes that's what you need,” said Delphine crisply. “He's also very bright and perceptive and it was him who told me he was worried about you. He seemed to think you missed Torygg so much, you secretly wanted to go to Sovngarde and join him and might decide to throw your life away in some misguided act of heroism.”
Raised eyebrow and a knowing look from Delphine, and Elisif felt herself blushing as she realised she'd been planning to do that very thing – not because she necessarily wanted to, but because she'd felt trapped in a corner.
Except the walls she'd been backed into had turned out to have a secret door in them. Slowly she finally met Madanach's eyes and saw him smiling gently at her.
“Well, machara, what do you say?” Madanach said softly, thumb gently running over her cheekbone. “Take the city with us, avenge your husband, bring the war to a grinding halt then go back to Balgruuf with Ulfric's severed head in hand and tell him you've sorted the Stormcloak problem out, and go to Sovngarde without dying, hmm?”
Elisif really wasn't sure what was wrong with her, because she was going to cry, she could feel the tears welling up, and honestly, it was all just so unexpected. Argis must have known when he brought her here, had to have been sent to keep an eye on her and bring her along when all was ready, and even though she could have hit him for keeping this secret, she was still touched. Maybe Madanach was mostly doing this for his own reasons, and gods knew what Delphine's motives were, but it meant she didn't have to die. She had a chance at surviving all this. Part of her felt like she was betraying Torygg for not wanting to join him yet, and it wasn't that at all, she missed him so much and always would... but for the first time in a long time, she realised she didn't want to die.
“Elisif?” Madanach was saying, sounding a bit guilty. “Elisif, cariad, don't cry, please.” He was wiping a tear away from her cheek, looking a bit horrified and Elisif guessed he didn't deal with crying women very often.
“I'm sorry,” Elisif whispered. “I just... you'd really go to all this trouble for me?”
“Oh believe me, my people and I are always ready to terrorise some Nords, don't worry about that,” Madanach laughed. “But if it stops you killing yourself, then that's a good thing indeed. Come on, you're one of the few Nords I've actually got time for, you can't die. I'd miss you.”
Elisif didn't think she'd ever see the King of the Forsworn pouting at her, or indeed anyone. But it did bring a smile to her face.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you so much!” She hugged him, hearing him gasp then put his arms around her, whispering she was quite welcome.
“Did you two want some time alone?” Delphine was looking very amused at the pair of them, and for some reason, Elisif found herself blushing. She let Madanach go, putting some space between the two of them.
“So this uprising then,” Elisif said firmly, deciding the time had definitely come to start doing the queenly thing and finding out what exactly her allies had been up to without her. “What have you planned and where do I fit in?”
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 27.9
(Anonymous) 2014-04-25 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)Elisif didn't doubt it, although by this point she was getting a little sick of people making plans without her. Still, if it helped her keep her promises and save Skyrim, she'd go along with it. Just as long as she knew what was involved.
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Much later, when the sun had gone down and plans had been made and the camp were retiring to bed, Brynjolf found Delphine brooding quietly in their shared tent.
“Fancy a drink, lass?” Brynjolf asked, waving a bottle of Black-Briar mead at her. Tricky to get with the Rift occupied by Stormcloaks and the Forsworn being unwilling to sneak out there, but Brynjolf had his methods.
“No. But thank you,” Delphine said. Out of her armour now, lying in the furs in her underwear, brooding as she stared at the tent roof. Brynjolf couldn't say he was fond of the outdoor life, and Delphine hadn't had to camp out anywhere for years, but the camp wasn't quite as uncomfortable as Brynjolf had expected.
He settled down next to her on the furs.
“Still thinking about it, lass? Your little dragon problem?”
“What else?” Delphine sighed.
Ah yes. This. Ever since Erandur had arrived with word that Elisif had learned a Shout that made Alduin vulnerable but now needed to get after him to Sovngarde by means of a dragon trap, Delphine had started looking into assisting. Balgruuf was obviously never going to agree with Stormcloaks camped on his eastern border, but the Windhelm operation with the Forsworn should help with that. There was just the little matter of luring a dragon in the first place, and that job she'd given to Esbern to research. He'd found something for her too – but it had been the unexpected discovery he'd made alongside it that had been the problem. The discovery there was a dragon on top of the Throat of the World and that Elisif couldn't not have known about it.
“You're still going to make her kill him?” Brynjolf said, resting his head on one hand. “You honestly think she'll agree to it?”
Silence. Then a shrug.
“I doubt it. From what Aranea was willing to admit to, the Greybeard who told Elisif about Dragonrend and the Elder Scroll, in other words this Paarthurnax, is considered by Elisif to be a dear friend. She's not going to like the idea.”
“That's a problem,” Brynjolf said softly. “So assuming she's not going to murder one of her friends for you, is letting this one go an option? He's been up there for centuries not doing any harm.”
“That's not the point!” Delphine sighed. “He was Alduin's right hand once, he slaughtered humans in the thousands. Even if he betrayed Alduin and isn't just biding his time, how can we trust him? He's a dragon, they're all bloodthirsty monsters by their very nature. It's only a matter of time before his real self surfaces... and he's immortal.”
“So what are you going to do?” Brynjolf asked, genuinely a bit concerned to know where this was going. He wasn't intending to interfere, but a conflict in the Blades benefited no one.
“I don't know,” Delphine sighed. “I really don't. My oath as a Blade requires me to protect Tamriel, the Dragon blood and humanity from threats, and to rid Tamriel of dragons. I can't do that if there's one still hiding on the Throat of the World, and normally I'd insist Elisif do her job or forfeit Blades assistance.”
“But?” Brynjolf asked, sensing complications.
“But she's not just a Dragonborn, she's High Queen, a Jarl!” Delphine said, gesturing at the tent entrance and the Forsworn camp beyond. “More than that, she's got a lot of allies. Principally the one whose camp we're in, and whose army we're working with.”
“Now that's a problem,” Brynjolf said knowingly. “Lass, I hope you're not going to have a big falling-out with the lovely Elisif while we're surrounded by Forsworn. Because Madanach's a very dangerous man and it appears he's got quite the soft spot for our lass Elisif. I imagine Elisif would be very upset if you gave her an ultimatum over Paarthurnax, and if Elisif was upset... well, I imagine a certain warlord with access to all sorts of dark magical arts and an army full of fanatics would not be pleased about that.”
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 27.10
(Anonymous) 2014-04-25 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)Bretons and their tea, and apparently the Reachmen felt the same. No daytime social occasion was complete without a cup of boiling water with plant leaves dipped in it, usually mountain flowers, sometimes the juice from juniper or snowberries, and in High Rock, adding moon sugar was very common. Not so much among the Reachmen though – apparently Skooma addiction had been rife thanks to former Cidhna Mine inmates, and the Matriarchs had taken a hardline on having anything moon sugar based available to the general Forsworn population these days. Keirine kept Witchmist's moon sugar supply under tight control and even Brynjolf didn't fancy robbing it. He had limits and stealing from a Hag that could warp time and space was one of them.
“So you're not going to do anything just yet then,” he said, steering the conversation back to Elisif. Delphine shook her head.
“Not yet. Not until this is all over and things are a bit less delicate. Let's sort the war and Alduin out and see where we all go from there.”
A good plan in Brynjolf's mind. He slipped under the furs and reached for her, drawing her into his arms, knowing that the one thing that could settle Delphine's paranoid, brilliant mind down was a good orgasm. He'd got every intention of providing one.
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Notes on the Rhanic:
Agar y agarma - blood of my blood
Tabion tolas bar - your son's coming home
Bion - boy, or son
Machara(i) - my friend(s)