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Of Gods and Monsters [2a/??]
Date: 2013-07-12 05:41 am (UTC)All that achieved was the pressing need to get the Thalmor out; they seemed to love keeping explicit, meticulous records of everything- including the ways they'd tortured the Jarl; what day, what they did, the result.
What little bit of chicken she'd actually managed to stomach was threatening to kick back up.
A logical question would be 'How does the Dragonborn get into Windhelm while being right under the Jarl's nose?'; She wanted to know what he really thought; not what he wanted to sell to her.
Thankfully, Asta had made the answer ridiculously easy for herself. Anytime she was on 'official Dragonborn business' as it was called, Asta always donned a cowl. Nothing special, but it covered everything except her eyes. No one outside of Whiterun knew what she really looked like. Blue eyed female Nord of average female Nord height, probably blond judging by the eyebrows.
Very distinctive.
She could hide in plain sight; Surely Ulfric wouldn't remember their brief encounter in Helgen, and he certainly wouldn't guess she was the Dragonborn. The scar that traced her cheekbone and twisted down parallel to her mouth was invisible when she wore the cowl. There was nothing remarkable about her eyes- no flecks of green or gold, or interesting shade of the color; as far as he would be concerned, she'd simply be another blond haired, blue eyed Nord. Dime a dozen.
It was almost child's play.
So, it was settled then. She was going to Windhelm.
Standing, Asta turned back towards her chest of potions and scrolls and ingredients before hesitating slightly. Fingers danced delicately across the simple latch on the chest, before retreating as she decided she would take the dossier with her.
Opening the doors, the Dragonborn made a beeline for the stairs, heading straight to her own room. Lydia's door was open, and it was dark with the exception of a glow coming from the side of the door frame her bed was on; probably lit a candle so she could read, or clean a weapon. It wasn't quite time for sleep, but the entire town was winding down for the night.
“Lydia, I'm leaving in the morning.”
“Do you wish me to accompany you, my Thane?”
“No; I'll just be making a trip to Windhelm. Nothing too important.”
Lies. But Lydia liked to fret, so Asta tended to drop a little... well, a lie here and there so she'd feel better. Though she was very aware that the Housecarl did not approve of her Thane running around without her (and therefor rendering her virtually useless), she couldn't bring Lydia with her.
It wasn't as if Housecarls (who had a strong possessive streak of the person they're suppose to be protecting) were common; they were reserved solely for Thanes and Jarls, and while he would know she was no Jarl, it wouldn't take too much guessing. Everyone knew that despite all her wandering, the Dragonborn always came home to Whiterun, that she was Thane of the town which insisted on holding the war in a deadlock. No one (dragons included) ever caused problems with Whiterun, knowing that Asta would come kicking down their door.
All she wanted was peace, and while not her first choice, she was not averse to using short term violence to achieve the long term goal of prosperity.
Have the Dragonborn, have the town. Have the town, have the war.
She wouldn't be someone's pawn in this little game.
Mongrel scampered up the stairs (he was still having some difficulty completely comprehending how to go up and down them) after her, following his mistress into her bedroom. Knowing he'd sit and paw at the door if she shut him out, she waited for him to clear the doors before shutting them.
Might as well sleep early; there was nothing else to do, and she planned to leave at dawn; Windhelm was a long ride.
Having not left the town all day, Asta was dressed in a simple green dress. Reaching behind her, the stays in her bodice were quickly loosened, the dress falling to the floor.
Of Gods and Monsters [2b/??]
Date: 2013-07-12 05:44 am (UTC)Deciding to pack now, rather than later, Asta wandered about her room and stuffed things into her bag. The dossier at the bottom, clothes, light armor, potions, a few pieces of jewelry, and daggers. Casting a longing look at her Drainblood Battleaxe, Asta sighed wistfully. No- that would be an enormous give away. She had a lovely selection of enchanted daggers she could handle just as well. Her bow and quiver were downstairs- so long as she didn't walk out the door half-asleep, she'd grab them before leaving, in addition to packing food.
Setting her pack down in the chair near the door, Asta blew out the candles before crawling into bed.
“Come on Mongrel- we have a big day in the morning.”
I swear it will get interesting in the next chapter or two. Yay Ulfric OuO
OP here!
Date: 2013-07-12 09:03 pm (UTC)I'm loving it! Am very much looking forward to seeing how Asta deals with Ulfric :)
Re: OP here!
Date: 2013-07-12 09:04 pm (UTC)A!A
Date: 2013-07-14 12:52 am (UTC)Re: Of Gods and Monsters [2b/??]
Date: 2013-07-13 04:30 pm (UTC)Also, I am in total agreement with her about the Blades - "Kill the good dragon or be punished by total abandonment" made me go "fine, just let me abandon the hell out of you, first."
Can't wait to see her thoughts on Galmar and Ulfric.
A!A
Date: 2013-07-14 12:59 am (UTC)And oh God yes. My characters do not take being forced to betray their loyalties very well. *cough* I'll admit I have yet to finish the civil war or main quest lines so far (Skyrim newbie, awww yis), but I'm stalling on that point because I want to maintain access to Sky Haven Temple for the moment. Don't like Delphine much anyway.
And she'll... have her opinions on dear Galmar and Ulfric :)