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Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 11.7
Date: 2013-11-03 10:01 pm (UTC)“Princess, what do we do?” Cuilann was asking, sounding a little desperate. “Did you want us to go to Red Eagle Redoubt, get warriors to help us retake the camp?”
“No,” said Kaie, realising Karthspire camp was a lost cause, especially if these mysterious Mor Gwadoreen Akaviri had occupied the ruins and one could kill dragons permanently. “Get yourselves there and get help, salvage everything in this camp and get the bodies seen to. But don't try and re-occupy the place, just leave it be. If they come out, do not try and fight them, just run.”
“But Princess, they killed our Matriarch!” Fionnuala protested. “We have to do something!”
“Yes, and we will,” Kaie said, steeling herself. “But this is beyond us, bigger than us, and one camp can't deal with this. We need our King.”
“What's he going to do from in prison?” Cuilann asked, rolling his eyes. Kaie didn't even blink before she'd dealt him a sharp backhander.
“Then maybe we'll get him out of prison,” Kaie said coldly, ignoring Cuilann as he rubbed his face and whimpered. “Maybe we'll get our leader back and he'll lead the reclamation force personally. Then we can either treat with them or put them to fire and the sword. But that is the King's call to make, not yours. Get back to Red Eagle Redoubt and tell them Karthspire camp is no more and that it is off-limits until I get word from the King.”
“We will, Princess,” Fionnuala promised, helping Cuilann up. “And you? Are you going to Markarth now?”
“Yes,” said Kaie, getting unsteadily to her feet. “I'll be at Nepos's. The King will need a full report and I'm the only one who can get in to see him. Old gods keep you, when I have orders, I'll be back.”
Waved goodbyes, and Kaie was running back across the Reach's fields, to where she kept her secret stash of leather armour used for passing unremarked in the Nords' city. Time to brief her father. Madanach the King in Rags was needed like he'd never been.
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Sky Haven Temple proved to be everything Elisif had hoped for and then some. The place was huge! Carved right into the centre of the Karthspire, a great hall in the middle with a banqueting table and Alduin's Wall itself on the right-hand side, then all the rooms and corridors leading off it, including a library, an armoury, a communal kitchen, bedrooms, then the courtyard at the back, overgrown but with some impressive views of the Reach. It was a little run-down but Delphine seemed to think it was salvageable and was already having conversations with Brynjolf over how to get the place outfitted.
Esbern hadn't stopped enthusing over the architecture since he'd got there, and had had an avid listener in Cicero who'd skipped after him, cooing over it all, and whether Cicero actually understood all Esbern's commentary on the mix of ancient Nord and Akaviri building styles was debatable, but his enthusiasm was undeniable. Elisif sat at the table, watching and listening and smiling as Esbern pointed key features on the wall out to Cicero.
“You see, Cicero, it's all here, all the elements of the prophecy of the Dragonborn. Look, here is the Numidium, the Brass Tower of legend, and here is an Oblivion Gate, representing the Oblivion Crisis, and here, this is the last part, the Last Dragonborn contending with Alduin at the end of time with Blades in support – look, you can see their distinctive Akaviri longswords.”
Cicero had tilted his head, almost bent in two as he contorted himself to peer at the Dragonborn on the wall more closely.
“It doesn't look like Elisif,” he said, scratching his head. “It looks like a man if Cicero is honest.”
“Well, they didn't know who the last Dragonborn would be,” Esbern explained patiently. “So they carved a generic figure to represent the Dragonborn.”
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 11.8
Date: 2013-11-03 10:04 pm (UTC)Esbern opened his mouth to argue the point, then noticed Delphine come in to see how far he'd got with the Wall, and decided that three armed warrior women were not the audience to argue this with.
“Yes, very true, Aela, but this was back in the First Era and standards were different back then, in fact it could be anyone under all that armour.”
“So it could,” Delphine replied, taking a seat and putting her feet up on the table. “Got anywhere with finding out how they defeated Alduin yet?”
“Ah yes, well, the first defeat of Alduin is the centrepiece of the whole panel,” Esbern explained, indicating the huge dragon in the middle. “Look, this is Alduin falling from the sky, and here are the Tongues arrayed against him.”
“I know that, Esbern,” Delphine sighed, closing her eyes and leaning wearily back in her chair. “What we need to know is how.”
“Well, I've been thinking about that,” Esbern said, indicating the three Tongues and the swirls emanating from their mouths. “This looks like the Akaviri symbol for a Shout, yes, see how it's coming from their mouths in unison. It seems there was a Shout used to defeat Alduin. Unfortunately there's no way to determine what Shout was used.”
Delphine took her feet off the table, folding her arms and resting her head on them, slowly shaking her head and cursing.
“Well, a Shout makes sense,” said Aela thoughtfully. “You're a Dragonborn, stands to reason if you're meant to fight Alduin it'd be the Thu'um you'd use to defeat him. So where do you learn your Shouts from?”
“Word Walls,” said Elisif, staring at Alduin's Wall as if the Thu'um would leap out of it at her. Alas, no such luck. “But that isn't one. Otherwise, the only other place I've learnt Shouts from is the Greybeards.”
“Knew it!” Delphine sighed, finally sitting up. “Damn it all. I suppose that means we'll have to ask them for help. Good thing they've already let you into their little cult.”
“It is not a – look, just what have you got against the Greybeards anyway?” Elisif snapped, having had just about enough of Delphine's attitude. “They're the sacred holders of our traditions! Dedicated to peace and learning! They've done nothing wrong!”
“No, because they've done nothing!” Delphine shot back. “All they do is sit up on that mountain, hoarding the sacred knowledge of your people for themselves. Think about it, have they tried to stop Alduin, or do anything about the war? No. They've left all that up to you.”
“I am Dragonborn and Queen, I know my duty when I see it,” Elisif said firmly. “And it's probably a good thing not all Nords know the Thu'um. Power in the wrong hands is dangerous!”
“Power's no good to anyone if no one ever uses it!” Delphine cried. “The Greybeards are afraid of it, and they're afraid of you, of your power. So they drip-feed you with knowledge, make you work for it, just a few Shouts here and there, simple ones, weak ones, throwing people to the ground, running fast, limiting your knowledge because they're afraid of what you might do with it.”
“So they should be!” Elisif shouted, getting to her feet. “Unrelenting Force might be weak but it still felled a king! Are you surprised they keep the knowledge secret? If you're not afraid of this power, you've not understood it.”
The room had gone quiet in the wake of her outburst, Esbern and Aela both looking away uncomfortably, Cicero hopping over and wringing his hands nervously,
“You don't need to be afraid, Elisif,” Delphine said softly, and she met Elisif's eyes without flinching. “It's not a curse. It's a gift.”
From a god with a sense of humour, clearly. Why not give a grieving widow the same power that killed her husband? Clearly nothing could go wrong there, oh no, not at all.
“Some gift,” Elisif whispered. Delphine at least had the grace to look a bit sympathetic.
“If not you, somebody else would have it. Someone has to stop Alduin, why not you? At least you won't misuse it. Just don't go too far the other way either, that's all I ask. We need you, Dragonborn and we need you strong.”
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 11.9
Date: 2013-11-03 10:07 pm (UTC)“Hey, Delphine, take a look at this armoury!” Brynjolf emerged from it, two swords like Delphine's in his hands and wearing a set of steel armour that Elisif had never seen anything like before. “This stuff is worth a fortune!” He struck a few poses, dual-wielding the swords with the skill of a born warrior, although he wasn't moving as gracefully as he usually did, clearly not used to the heavy steel.
“You are not selling our stock of Blades armour!” Delphine shouted, getting out of her chair.
“Why not, we could make a bit of gold off this,” Brynjolf said, sheathing his katanas. “Come on, Del, you want this place outfitted? That's not going to come cheap.”
“You're a thief, steal something!” Delphine cried, exasperated. “NOT off me!”
“Ah yes, the way to a woman's heart, stealing and fencing her things,” Aela said calmly, smirking at Brynjolf. “Good one, Brynjolf.”
Brynjolf, faced with that logic, did relent on that point, and Delphine decided to go investigate this armoury. Elisif followed after, more than curious herself. That armour did look shiny.
“Loads of it, look at it, and it's good as new!” Delphine breathed. Aela was peering over her shoulder, impressed, and Cicero had crept in too, cooing at it.
“Not bad,” Aela noted. “Although a little heavy for my tastes. I'll have a sword and shield though.”
Cicero likewise tried a set of it, attempting to sword-fight in it but definitely lacking his usual finesse.
“Cicero cannot move in this,” Cicero scowled. “How is Cicero supposed to sneak up on people dressed like this, they will hear him coming a mile off!”
“You can't sneak up on a dragon,” Delphine sighed. “But if you insist, get it off and take a sword instead. What about you, Elisif, want a set?”
Elisif stroked the cuirass of a Blades armour set, thinking it over. On the one hand, she wasn't really used to heavy armour herself... but on the other she wasn't the sneaky type either and it would keep her safe from dragons.
“If there's some that would fit me,” she said hopefully. Delphine smiled and led her further in, and eventually they found a set that was a perfect fit. Delphine and Aela helped her into it, and there was a mirror nearby. Elisif stared at herself, the Akaviri steel plating fitting her like a glove. It was heavier than she was used to, but not nearly as hard to move in as Cicero had made out. She could get to like it, and it looked fabulous.
“I really like it,” Elisif whispered.
“Then consider it yours,” Delphine told her. “Oh, that reminds me. Something else I meant to give you!”
She disappeared into the shadows and returned with an Akaviri katana. Different to the others, brighter, shinier... and when Delphine unsheathed it, the lightning dancing on the blade proved why.
“Dragonbane,” Delphine said quietly. “Legendary lost Akaviri dragonslaying blade, allegedly forged for Reman Cyrodiil. You should have it. Wield it with that Dawnbreaker one, you'll be unstoppable.”
Elisif took the blade, gasping as the lightning danced in the half-light. She gave it an experimental swing and couldn't help but squeal at the light.
“I can keep this?” she gasped, amazed. Delphine nodded, grinning.
“Of course you can. You're the gifted dragonslayer after all. Only fair you should have the dragon blade. Give Alduin a few hits from me when you finally corner the bastard, won't you?”
Elisif sheathed it, promising she would do that very thing. All right, perhaps Delphine wasn't so bad after all. Not that Elisif would admit she was starting to like the woman, of course not. But new armour and a new sword went a long way towards it.
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A/N: Setup for the next segment, this one, but the next segment's good. Next chapter has Elisif visiting Markarth and being appalled by the corruption and violence in a city that should be supporting her, and Cicero makes a new friend...
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 11.9b
Date: 2013-11-03 10:13 pm (UTC)Ap - child of
Ap Sithisai - children of Sithis
Sithision - son of Sithis
Inyeen - daughter
M'inyeen - my daughter
Mor Gwadoreen - Dark Brotherhood
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 11.9
Date: 2013-11-04 12:39 pm (UTC)It's easily my favorite armor in the game. It's both slim and simple, but just seems to radiate power. It looks absolutely awesome without deliberately trying to do so (I'm looking at you, Nordic Carved).
Dragonbane and Dawnbreaker. Now, now Elisif truly looks the part of the Dragonborn. Bonus: Njada Stonebrain's information is now wildly off, save for the "unholy" (lol!) sword.
And for the record, I agree with Delphine, but only to a certain point. Killing the one she demands just doesn't make sense. Maybe Brynjolf will be able to point that out to her.
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 11.9
Date: 2013-11-07 06:57 am (UTC)Also, gotta love Brynjolf planning to fence all the ancient artefacts and badass armor and weapons. :)
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 11.9
Date: 2013-11-08 03:44 am (UTC)Then, of course, comes all the awesome of the Author brings in any of the DLC's. Somehow I don't see Dragon Queen Elisif taking all that kindly to the stunts Miraak pulls.
She's a Queen of her own nation that she fought, bled and battled for, and the killer of Alduin. Whats Miraak got? Well, he is Hermy's tentacle bitch boy. Thats something. I guess.