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Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 19.5
Date: 2013-12-27 04:41 pm (UTC)“They're up at Uttering Hills Cave, near Anga's Mill,” Niranye told him. “There's not that many, but Linwe's tough and I can't fight them all. Look, if you can do something about them, I'll gladly fence for you again, but while they're still out there? I can't help you, Brynjolf.”
Brynjolf nodded and took his leave, promising to look into matters. Wiping out a rival Guild, eh? Dangerous and difficult... but he had a plan.
“Well?” Karliah whispered from where she and Sapphire had been watching from the shadows. “Any luck?”
“Not exactly,” said Brynjolf. “We may have a problem. There's a rival Guild operating in Eastmarch and for as long as they're here, Niranye won't deal with us... not until we deal with them.”
“Then we'll slaughter the fetchers,” Sapphire said grimly. “Where are they?”
“Sapphire, there's three of us!” Karliah sighed. “Who knows how many they've got?”
“Not so many some heavily-armed warriors couldn't take them out,” Brynjolf said, finally smiling. “Good thing we've got some friends with experience in clearing out bandit dens, eh? Sapphire, get yourself back to the Nightgate and speak with Vilkas and Farkas again. I think I know how they're going to repay us...”
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Ria sat huddled in the corner of her cell, doing her best to keep warm. She'd been glad of the window at first... but that meant the cell was freezing. She had a pelt to wrap around her but all the same, she still wasn't warm enough. The food was hard bread and insipid soup, and a bit of weak Nord ale if she was lucky. There was a slops bucket, cleaned out when the guards could be bothered, but no real way of cleaning herself. She was hungry, filthy, cold, bored, she missed Jorrvaskr, she missed her mother and stepfather back in Cyrodiil and her little siblings.
She should never have come here, or at least stayed at Jorrvaskr and stayed out of the war. Following the Dragonborn had definitely been a mistake – not that she disapproved of Elisif or had turned against her, of course not. She just didn't want to be stuck in a dingy prison cell in Windhelm.
Footsteps outside and that'd be the guards again. Man or woman, they'd all stop by to fling cheap insults at her, call her an Imperial whore or other things along those lines. Sometimes there'd be threats, of violence or worse. So far, no one had acted on them... not yet. Ria feared it was only a matter of time, especially since Ulfric seemed to have forgotten about her. After the initial questioning, when it had become apparent Ria didn't know anything and wouldn't tell them if she did, she'd been left here. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.
“Hey, Imperial. Looks like you got company. We got no cells free, so she's going in here with you. She's got grey skin and light fingers. Don't try anything.”
The cell door clicked open, and a ragged Dunmer woman was shoved inside, falling to her knees from the force of it. Ria could already see bruises forming on the woman's skin. The guards had not been kind to the young thief, it seemed.
The door locked behind her, leaving Ria alone with the young woman. As cellmates go, it could have been worse.
“Are you alright?” Ria asked hesitantly. “You look hurt.”
“I've suffered worse,” the woman said, looking up and Ria gasped to see purple eyes instead of the usual Dunmer red. “Not the first time my luck failed me. Happens to us all. Well, maybe not you very often.” She got up, making her way over to the small bed Ria was sitting on. “You're Ria, aren't you?”
Ria nodded, amazed. She didn't think she was that high-profile to be talked about widely.
“How did you -?” The Dunmer placed a finger to her lips, lowering her voice.
“Not so loud. Guards might be listening. My name's Karliah, I'm here to help. Your friends Farkas and Vilkas sent me.”
Ria could have cried. Her Shield-Siblings hadn't forgotten her. They were worried, Vilkas was worried, he'd been looking for her! She hadn't even thought he'd liked her that much... but he'd sent help.
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 19.6
Date: 2013-12-27 04:43 pm (UTC)“I am,” Karliah grinned. “But the only reason I got caught was to get in here to find you. Listen, we need to lay low and keep quiet, and in a bit we're going to get a visitor. Please, I need you to keep quiet and say nothing, no matter what happens. Promise me you'll do that, right?”
Ria promised but she still wasn't sure why. Karliah just told her to trust her. So Ria did and she waited and to pass the time, they exchanged stories, Ria telling her about life in the Companions and Karliah telling tales of a few heists from years back, and how Karliah hadn't spent more time in jail was honestly beyond Ria.
Still, the hours went by, until voices could be heard in the corridor – male Nord voices.
“Thanks for this, lad, I'll be sure to make this worth your while,” one could be heard saying, a low-voiced, seductive purr that set Ria's hairs on end. A man like that could sweet-talk a priest of Mara into a drunken night of debauchery.
“Aye, well, they're not exactly earning their keep otherwise,” the other one, one of the nastier guards, growled. “Might as well get some use out of them. Them Silver-Bloods down in Markarth had the right idea. Make their prisoners work for their keep.”
There was the clinking of gold, and the first man talking again.
“I think I like this idea better than mining, lad. Here's your gold. Now take yourself up the corridor and wait. I'll give you the rest when I'm done. Want to make sure I'm getting my money's worth, eh?”
“You pay me whatever you think a grey-skin and an Imperial slut are worth,” the guard laughed, and the other man laughed with him, before the door opened and the man walked in. Red hair, scars on his face from some fight or other, black leather armour and not bad-looking but Ria shrank back in terror. Had the guards just sold them both to him??
“Trust me,” Karliah whispered, before getting up, folding her arms.
“Your kind are the worst kind of scum, but if you're going to take either of us, take me. I promise not to gut you if you leave her alone,” Karliah spat.
“Brave words, lass,” the Nord laughed as he reached for Karliah, spinning her round and pinning her to the wall. Ria looked around for anything resembling a weapon, but Karliah glanced over his shoulder and shook her head. The Nord didn't seem to notice, arms around Karliah and head buried in her shoulder, and Karliah held on to him, making little sobbing noises as he thrust against her. This went on for a few heartbreaking minutes, before it occurred to Ria that neither of them had actually removed any clothes. Then the Nord was reaching into his pocket, the side not visible to anyone who might be watching through the door, but visible to Ria. He produced some sort of strange key, palming it out and holding it towards Karliah as he murmured something in her ear, and Karliah was taking it off him, surreptitiously dropping it down the front of her tunic. The Nord pushed her head down on to his shoulder and gave a few more thrusts, along with some ostentatious groaning, before finally letting Karliah go. She dropped to the floor, lying huddled on the stone, and the Nord stepped back, the two meeting eyes, and they knew each other somehow, Ria was sure... but how?
“Not bad, lass,” the Nord said, just a bit louder than he needed to. “I might have to come back, sample a bit more merchandise. Maybe find a few more customers, start getting a cut myself, eh?” With that, he turned and was gone, knocking on the door and being let out by the guard just a bit too quickly for said guard to have been waiting up the corridor.
“See, told you we could make some coin off this,” the red-haired Nord was saying to the guard. “You keep letting me and my friends in, we can all come out of this rolling in both pleasure and profit...”
Ria was at Karliah's side as soon as their voices faded, shaking all over. Being a prisoner was one thing, being part of some sex ring?? That was something else altogether.
“Are you all right?” Ria gasped. “I thought he was going to...”
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 19.7
Date: 2013-12-27 04:45 pm (UTC)“He's your accomplice,” Ria realised. “But that's not the key to the door.”
“It's the key to any door you need it to be,” Karliah whispered, beckoning Ria forward. “Come on, let's go. There's only one guard on duty at night, and with any luck, Bryn's overpowering him right now.”
Karliah inserted the key into the lock and after a bit of poking around, it clicked open. Karliah crept out into the corridor, and Ria, keen not to be left behind, sneaked after. She wasn't terribly skilled at clinging to the shadows, but there were plenty of shadows to hide in and at least her armour wasn't weighing her down.
Up ahead came the sound of a scuffle and then the snap of someone's neck breaking. Ria winced at the sound and hoped it was the would-be pimp guard dying. At least then it'd be someone the world was better off without.
Silence as Karliah led them both to the guard room... and there was Brynjolf emptying a chest, dumping all Ria's things and many other bits and pieces on to the floor, before stashing the guard's naked body in there. He'd swapped his black armour for a Stormcloak uniform already.
“Bryn,” Karliah whispered and he turned around, grinning to see them both.
“You made it, lass,” he laughed, giving Karliah a hug. “And this would be Ria. Hello there. You've got a lot of people who will be very pleased to see you in one piece, lass. Your friends Vilkas and Farkas for one, not to mention a certain Dragonborn Jarl who feels horrible about letting you get captured.”
“You know Elisif? And she's alive!” Ria whispered, mind boggling at Jarl Elisif casually associating with what were clearly members of the Thieves Guild. But maybe Elisif hadn't had a choice. Ria certainly hadn't. Not that she was ungrateful, of course.
“I certainly do and she certainly is,” Brynjolf told her. “But before getting into that, we need to get you sorted out. I'll take Gunjar here's post outside so no one gets suspicious. Ria, I need you to use that basin to clean up then take all your things back and get dressed in one of the guard uniforms. Easier to sneak out that way. Everyone's asleep in the main barracks but I don't want to take chances.”
He slipped outside and Ria wasted no time in getting clean and dressed in a guard's uniform before reclaiming all her stuff. Karliah likewise was claiming all her things, getting dressed in a set of grey armour that seemed to fit her like a second skin. She also looked to be claiming a lot of other valuables too, but Ria supposed she should probably keep her mouth shut and look the other way on that one.
“Now what?” Ria whispered to Karliah.
“Now you get out there and walk out with your face hidden, arm in arm with Brynjolf,” Karliah said quietly. “No one's going to question a man and a woman sneaking out with their arms around each other. Don't worry, any groping will be strictly to fool the guards, you're not his type. Now go, quickly!”
“What about you?” Ria whispered. “How will you escape?”
Karliah pulled her hood on, hiding her face under more grey leather.
“Don't worry about me, I've been at this for years. Trust me, I'll be better off without anyone else in tow.”
Ria had no choice but to take her at her word, but she gave Karliah a hug. A thief perhaps, but one who'd risked everything to help her. She wouldn't forget this in a hurry.
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 19.8
Date: 2013-12-27 04:46 pm (UTC)Brynjolf motioned for her to go in first, and Ria did so, looking hesitantly around. She wasn't used to having people around yet... but on the far side was a young Nord girl in the same armour Brynjolf and Karliah had been wearing, and sharing a table with her...
“Vilkas!” Ria cried, tears in her eyes as her Shield-Brother got to her feet. Farkas was there too of course, but it was Vilkas getting up, striding towards her, with a rare smile on his face and tears in his eyes.
“Ria,” he gasped. “Ria!” Next thing she knew she was being swept into a bear hug as Vilkas clung on to her, holding her tight.
“Vilkas,” she whispered, about ready to cry as it hit her she was free, safe, finally out of that horrible prison and if not quite home, back with her Shield-Brothers. “Vilkas, thank the Eight.”
“Are you all right?” Vilkas said, his voice muffled as he clung on to her. “I've been so worried, Farkas and I came out here looking for you, but we couldn't even get near the prison.”
“I'm fine,” Ria said, brushing a tear away. “I mean, I'm really hungry and really tired, but I'm OK. No one hurt me and now I'm out of there, thanks to Brynjolf and Karliah.”
She indicated Brynjolf, just about recovering from being bear-hugged by Farkas, and Vilkas let go of her, holding out a hand to the thief.
“I owe you a debt, Brynjolf,” Vilkas said, shaking Brynjolf's hand. “I wasn't sure you'd ever manage it, and I'm not sure I want to know how, but thank you. From the bottom of my heart.”
“Ah, let's not think on debts owed,” Brynjolf said, sounding a little bit intimidated for once. “Sapphire, were our friends here able to help with our little problem?”
“They sure did!” Sapphire said cheerfully, getting to her feet. “I told them there was a den of thieves needed clearing out, and they were quite happy to help.” She reached into her pack and produced a stolen banner that had clearly once been the property of the Summerset Shadows, but evidently not any more. “Linwe and friends are no more.”
That brought a cheer all round and drinks were poured while Ria ordered half the menu and started tucking in. About half an hour later, Karliah showed up, having successfully eluded the guards and got away, and the celebrating started up anew as a drunken Sapphire pounced on her, hugged her and shoved a Honningbrew into her hands. It was nearly dawn by the time any of them got to bed, and it was early the next evening before they all went their separate ways.
“Where will you go now?” Karliah asked Ria as the three Companions gathered their things.
“Back to Azura's Shrine to start with – Farkas and Vilkas have a Star to return,” Ria said. “After that, who knows? I've got a price on my head in Eastmarch still, but there's still eight other Holds to roam. The Dragonborn can't be everywhere, and the east of Skyrim's suffered horribly from dragon attacks. So I guess we might sort a few of those out.”
“Not back to the safety of Jorrvaskr then,” Karliah said knowingly. “You Companions, you never do the safe thing, do you?”
“Where's the fun in that?” Ria asked and Karliah just laughed.
“What about you?” Ria said finally. “Where are you three going, or should I not ask?”
“Best not to,” Karliah agreed. “Sapphire's got to meet someone for us in Windhelm, and then we've got to return a stolen object to its rightful owner.”
“Now that's got to be a first for you,” Ria said before she could stop herself but Karliah didn't seem to mind.
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 19.9
Date: 2013-12-27 04:47 pm (UTC)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“What do you mean, escaped??” Ulfric roared at Yrsarald Thrice-Pierced. “An Imperial agent in the employ of the Dragonborn and you let her get away??”
“She had help, sir,” Yrsarald protested. “There was this Dunmer pickpocket that got thrown in with her, and she's gone too. The guard on duty last night's been found dead, neck broken, and it looks like a professional jailbreak. We think there was a third man involved, a red-haired Nord – he was seen talking to Gunjar beforehand. He might have been the one to kill him, I don't think Da Silva or the Dunmer would have been strong enough to do it that cleanly.”
So the Dragonborn had agents, special agents capable of masterminding a jailbreak. Worrying. Very worrying.
“Descriptions of everyone involved to the guards here, and I also want Jorlief writing to our friends elsewhere and alerting them,” Ulfric growled. “Whoever they are, I want them apprehended or eliminated. Anything we can do to stall the Dragonborn's operations will help.”
Yrsarald nodded and left to find Jorlief – at least he was until Galmar walked in, fuming.
“Don't bother with writing to Thonar,” Galmar barked. “I just had word in from the Reach. All Oblivion's just broken loose out there, Ulfric. And by Oblivion, I mean Madanach. Son of a bitch just broke out of Cidhna Mine, killing Thonar in the process.”
“He what??” Ulfric grabbed the table, fighting the dizziness that had just threatened to overwhelm him. “Thonar told me he had the Forsworn under control! A knife to Madanach's throat, was how he put it to me.”
“Well Madanach just put the knife into Thonar's from the sounds of it,” Galmar growled. “Bastard escaped with some of the most dangerous criminals in the Reach at his side and it gets better. Thongvor's dead too, stabbed in the middle of Understone Keep before all this happened by someone who might be an Imperial agent. Or Dark Brotherhood assassin, we're not sure, but definitely a Cyrodiil man. Half-crazy fool from the sounds of it, but a violent one. He got slung into the mine and they didn't find his body in there so looks like Madanach's recruited him.”
Ulfric waved for Galmar to go on – one lone psychopath didn't bother him, and even joining the Forsworn didn't really matter, Madanach already had many such psychopaths at his disposal. The loss of the Silver-Bloods was regrettable, but when the Stormcloaks took the Reach, he was sure he could find someone in his army who was a capable administrator to take over the place. From the look on Galmar's face, he was saving the worst news until last.
“And there was someone else in there too. A mercenary called Maia. Thonar had had her thrown in there to keep her out of trouble – I daresay he was going to notify us in due course to come and collect her, but she was only in there a day or so before the jailbreak happened. She's gone too, and someone stole all her things from the guard barracks. I guess our Dragonborn's in Forsworn hands now.”
Ulfric could weep. The Dragonborn at Madanach's mercy – while Ulfric had no doubt the jailbreak had been in the works for weeks, the fact it happened a day after Elisif's arrest was no coincidence. Maybe Madanach didn't know who he had and had just decided to abduct a pretty young Nord to be his plaything. But that her things had been taken too struck Ulfric as the fruit of some sort of joint effort.
He really couldn't see Madanach voluntarily helping a Nord Queen out. And Elisif didn't have the power to forgive Madanach's crimes and sign off on him becoming King, not before the Moot, not without Imperial backing. And Tullius had far too much sense to ever agree to that, not when Madanach had rebelled once before. All the same, this was potentially worrying. Past time to make his next move, even if he didn't entirely believe it was going to work.
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 19.10
Date: 2013-12-27 04:49 pm (UTC)“Depends what you mean by good,” Galmar shrugged. “But rumours the Dragonborn was involved have reached Solitude, and General Tullius is down in Markarth now with Rikke, investigating just what happened and how Igmund could have the Jarl of Solitude in his city, have her get arrested and then abducted by the Forsworn. They say he'll be lucky to keep his Jarldom.”
Which wasn't the best news in the world – Igmund's father had been a good man, and the Empire would likely find some puppet Jarl to replace his son. About the only use to the Stormcloaks that would be was if the new ruler proved utterly incompetent or harsh and half the Hold pledged their support to him in protest. Somehow Ulfric doubted this.
“It seems like your insane plan to rally popular support is finally sounding like a good idea,” Ulfric sighed. “All right, fine, we'll go after the Crown. Send for Njada. She must have delved a few ancient ruins in her time. About time we put her talents to use, hmm?”
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A/N: So there you have it, the Companions and Guild swap missions and everybody's happy! Next chapter, Elisif's on the road again, trying to learn Dragonrend, a job that proves harder than she thought.