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From: (Anonymous)
“He knows,” Shevawna said shortly. She wasn't entirely sure what Markarth's Forsworn operations involved but it beggared belief that Madanach wouldn't know what was going on.

“Interesting,” Liriel murmured. “So Madanach sends kill orders to Nepos somehow – well, that's not a surprise. What is a surprise is that he's having people who've annoyed the Silver-Bloods killed – well, it was just one person, maybe it was a coincidence. Still, thank you, Shevawna. You've saved me the bother of talking to Nepos. Thonar Silver-Blood now, he's worth talking to. I'll have to visit him next time I'm in Markarth. I have to help their court mage's love life out anyway, I'll talk to Thonar while I'm there.”

“Liriel, let it go,” Shevawna said, feeling a sense of foreboding sweep over her. “You don't want to – look, just stay out of it! You'll get yourself killed! You've got children, they need you.”

“The world needs me,” Liriel said softly, glancing up at the Throat of the World, High Hrothgar Monastery visible on its western shoulder. “I promise I'll be careful. I'm not an easy woman to kill.”

Many had said that. The Reach had claimed them all. Shevawna said a quiet prayer to Sithis not to claim Liriel just yet.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was a week or so later when the news came in. Jorrvaskr became aware of it when the hammering on the door echoed all around.

“Gods damn it, who in Oblivion's that?” Athis muttered, wrenching the door open, prepared to give whoever it was a piece of his mind. At least until he saw two human children staring up at him, tears rolling down their faces.

“Are you one of the Companions?” the little girl with ash-coloured hair whispered.

“You have to help us!” the little blonde one cried. “Our Mama's in trouble! She needs rescuing!”

Skjor had arrived by this point, waving Athis away and kneeling in front of them.

“Well, we do rescue people when they're kidnapped,” Skjor said thoughtfully. “But we need coin for that.”

“I've got thirty septims left from my last allowance!” the little Nord piped up, her sister nodding as well.

“And I've got twenty,” the little Imperial who Skjor could have sworn he'd seen begging near the Gildergreen a few months ago said. She was looking a lot healthier now, clean and well-fed, but clearly distressed, no doubt thanks to this mother they'd mentioned. Adoptive presumably.

“It'll take a bit more than fifty septims to hire one of us,” Skjor said, although if they could scrounge that up between them, said mother was clearly not short of cash. “Does your father have any coin?”

Both girls hesitated, looking a bit embarrassed and Skjor realised perhaps that had been a bit insensitive.

“We don't have one, it's just Mama,” said the taller one quietly. “And Lydia, but she's a housecarl not a parent.”

“But Mama's got money!” her sister chirped up. “She'd pay you lots if you rescued her! And if you rescued her, she might be so grateful, she'd marry you!”

Dear sweet Mara, these children were prepared to offer their mother's hand in marriage as part of the price. Skjor had never heard of it happening that way round before.

“Well, we might be able to come to some sort of arrangement. What's her name and who took her? Did they leave a ransom note?”

“Her name's Liriel,” the little Nord said confidently. “She's an elf and she does magic and she lives in Breezehome, and she's really pretty. She can't cook very well, but Lydia says when a woman's really pretty, that doesn't matter.”

Skjor wondered if this Lydia was the best person to have in charge of the children, although far be it from him to tell the newest Thane of Whiterun how to raise her kids.

“So where is she then?” he asked.

“Markarth!” the older one gasped. “She went to Markarth to help their mage get a girlfriend, but she got captured!”
From: (Anonymous)
“By the Forsworn?” Skjor asked, not giving a lot for her chances of survival if it had been them. Shevawna had said often enough the Forsworn didn't normally take prisoners, certainly not to ransom. Test subjects, usually. Skjor hadn't asked what got tested on them. He had a feeling Hagravens were involved.

“She's in a place called Cidhna Mine!” the older one cried. “Ri'saad the Khajiit said she got arrested for killing someone, but they can't do that! She didn't do it, she'd never kill anyone who didn't deserve it, you have to help!”

Cidhna Mine. Highest security prison in Tamriel. The one no one escaped from. Skjor sat back, seeing two scared little faces and wishing he could help, but the truth was, if she'd ended up there... He'd heard stories of that prison. Men came out of there shadows of their former selves. Shevawna had spoken of it too, her voice low and haunted as she talked of nightmares and Skooma addiction and fear of the open air and slow descents into madness.

“Kids, I'm sorry but we don't do jailbr-”

“SHEVAWNA!” the little Nord cried, as Jorrvaskr's resident Forsworn emerged from the quarters.

“Sissel?” Shevawna said, confused, kneeling to cuddle the girl as she ran over to her, her sister following. “What's the matter?”

“Mama's gone!” Sissel wailed. “Ri'saad the Khajiit said she'd been captured in Markarth and sent to Cidhna Mine and she was never coming home!”

“What?” Shevawna gasped, going pale. “Oh no. No, she didn't. I told her! I told her not to go poking around there, the stupid...!” Skjor didn't understand the stream of words that followed but could guess they weren't complimentary.

“Listen,” Shevawna said quietly, comforting the two girls as best she could. “You need to go home, and stay there and take care of each other as best you can. Lydia will take care of you, and I swear if I have to save every septim I earn here, you will not starve.”

“But Mama's in trouble,” Sissel whispered, clinging on to Shevawna's fur armour. “Please, please help!”

Shevawna hesitated, then nodded. “All right. I – I don't know if I can get her out of there, but I know people. I know someone who might be able to help. She can get word into the prison, make sure your mama's looked after. And then... well, she might be able to do more than that. Maybe. I need to ask her though, and that means I'm going to be gone for a few days. Will you be all right in the mean time?”

Tearful nodding and more cuddling, and Shevawna patted them on the back and sent them home. The gentle smile faded to a look of horror as soon as the door closed.

“Stupid, stupid ortallan, a dragon won't save you this time!” Shevawna whispered.

Dragon? Skjor had no idea what that meant but he could guess one thing. Shevawna was going back to her people.

“You think you can get her out of Cidhna Mine?” Skjor asked shrewdly. “No one's ever broken out of there before.”

“I have to try,” Shevawna said, before racing back to the quarters. Skjor wished her luck, for those little girls' sakes... but her chances were not good.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Shevawna had fled out of Whiterun within the hour, sprinting for Deepwood Redoubt. She was exhausted by the time she got there, having travelled all night.

Amazingly Keirine was actually up and Shevawna was shown straight into her quarters.

It was a strange thing indeed to see a Hagraven sitting quietly at a table drinking tea, but there Keirine was, looking not at all like a mighty sorceress who could command the elements, but more like a harmless old woman taking her morning tea. If you overlooked the feathers growing out of her limbs and back, of course.

“Shevawna. This is unexpected. Have you brought something for me?” Hope and expectation in Keirine's eyes and Shevawna cursed her stupidity. She should at least have brought a gift.
From: (Anonymous)
“Not exactly, Matriarch,” Shevawna said nervously. “I mean, Kodlak is writing a letter but it's taking time. And Belethor's... no longer a problem.” The man had taken his own life after clawing at his arms, screaming he was being consumed from the inside. There'd been no signs of that actually being the case... until the priest of Arkay opened his corpse to find what looked like tunnels chewed into his innards, and no sign of the creatures that might have made them. As if they'd materialised inside him, feasted on him and then vanished. There'd been a lot of whispering in Jorrvaskr and Shevawna had carefully schooled her face into a mask of appalled sympathy. Behind closed doors, she'd just shaken her head at the stupidity of the man, reading a Hagraven's mail and thinking it would end any other way.

“Good,” Keirine smirked. “That'll teach him. If he weren't dead, of course. You know I treated him for an arrow wound once – did he not realise I'd taken a blood sample? Fool.” She looked up at Shevawna, lips pursed.

“You didn't come all this way just to tell me Belethor's kin need the news breaking to them, did you?”

Shevawna shook her head slowly. “No, Matriarch,” she whispered. “Matriarch, I need help. Or... or my friend does. She saved me from a dragon once, helped me kill a whole bunch of Stormcloaks. Then she went to Markarth and I told her not to, I told her not to interfere, but she did and now she's in Cidhna Mine – Matriarch, please, she's got two little girls waiting for her, she's been framed, you have to get her out of there, you have to...” Shevawna's voice trailed off as Keirine slowly got to her feet, grandmotherly facade vanishing as the room got noticeably darker, some of the shadows seeming to hiss as they moved.

By Sithis, this had been a terrible idea, and if Shevawna ever saw Liriel again and didn't end up soul trapped, she was telling the elf in no uncertain terms that next time she went poking around in the affairs of the Forsworn, she was on her own.

“Have to?” Keirine said, her voice low and dangerous.

“I mean, you don't have to,” Shevawna babbled. “Of course you don't, you're First Matriarch, you can do what you like, oh Sithis, please don't kill me.”

Keirine kept advancing, claws flexed and teeth bared.

“You want me to get your idiot little friend out of Cidhna Mine,” Keirine growled. “As if I can rend the very earth apart to break it open. Do you not think if I had that sort of power, I'd have retrieved my idiot of a twin years ago??”

That was a very good point and now that Shevawna thought about it, if Madanach was still in there, the place really must be unbreakable. Except Sissel and Lucia's terrified faces kept swimming before her eyes, and she knew that even if Keirine killed her now, she had to at least have tried.

“She's got children, they're only little,” Shevawna whispered, and something in Keirine's face did soften just slightly.

“So did he once,” Keirine said quietly. “And I could do nothing for any of them because that bitch Mireen had her claws in them.” She lowered her hands, walking back to the table to sit down again, her own claws raking through her hair.

“Go back to those children,” Keirine said quietly. “Take care of them as best you can. I will send word to my brother to ensure she's not harmed down there. What's her name?”

“Liriel,” Shevawna whispered. “She's an Altmer. Red hair. Yellow eyes. She's really smart and a really powerful mage, she could be useful...”

Keirine had gone still, before turning to face her, surprised. “An elf. A High Elf. Your friend's a High Elf mage? Did you say she'd saved you from a dragon?”

Shevawna nodded, wondering what difference this made, but she didn't get a chance to find out. The outer door flung open and Kaie came running in, eyes wild. She didn't look like she'd slept either.

“Auntie!” Kaie cried. “Auntie, where are you?? You need to come quick!”

Y ap Davrha tolas,” Keirine whispered. The dragon's child's come? That made no sense at all to Shevawna, but Keirine was getting up and making her way over to Kaie.
From: (Anonymous)
“What is it, child?” Keirine was asking. “What's happened?” A faint tremor to Keirine's voice, and seeing Kaie like that, Shevawna could see why. The Reach-Princess was trembling, tears rolling down her cheeks – but she was smiling, joy blazing from her face for all to see.

“He did it,” Kaie whispered, sounding like she was about to burst into tears. “He brought the plans forward. He broke out, Auntie. My da's out of prison at last. He's free!”

Shevawna sank into a chair as she realised what had just happened. The prison no one escaped from had just been broken out of... and the King in Rags was free. Madanach was free. The man who'd united the Forsworn and taken Markarth all those years ago was finally free. And if he'd got out...

Keirine had let out a choked sob and embraced Kaie, and Shevawna realised with some embarrassment that Keirine was actually crying. She'd not even realised Hags still could.

“He's free,” Keirine rasped. “He's really...” Kaie nodded, face flushed but joy all over her face.

“How is he?” Keirine whispered, joy subsiding as she asked the question asked of all ex-Cidhna Mine prisoners. Is he sane? Is he coping? Have the shakes started yet? Shevawna had wondered but no one ever dared ask – not of Madanach. Not of the Rhan-Brenin himself.

“He's fine,” Kaie laughed, seeming barely able to believe it herself. “He's OK, Auntie! He's sane – mostly, and he seems healthy and... I've got my father back!”

“I've got my brother back,” Keirine gasped, voice trembling. “By the old gods, I have my brother back. Sithis, I need to see him, where is he? Druadach, is it?”

Kaie nodded, and Keirine wiped the tears off her cheeks, pulling herself together.

“Right. Go tell Morchain I'm travelling for a week, he's in charge until I get back. Then wait for me outside, I need to pack. Potions, I need the potions, here's hoping they actually work...”

“Wait,” Shevawna said, shock making her brave, and Kaie and Keirine would be in too good a mood to kill her, right?

Both women turned to face her, Kaie's eyes narrowing a little, and Shevawna revised that opinion. But it was too late now.

“Was there a woman in Cidhna Mine?” Shevawna asked. “An elf called Liriel? What happened to her?”

To her surprise, Kaie's eyebrows flicked up. Evidently Kaie had indeed seen Liriel.

“You know Liriel,” Kaie said in wonder. “Now there's a thing. Yes, she was there. Beautiful, wealthy elf ends up in Cidhna Mine, you can be sure we start taking an interest. She's impressed Da at any rate. He's given her Ma's old armour and invited her to come visit him at Druadach. I hope she's single, because I think he fancies her.”

“I don't think there's anyone,” Shevawna said, wondering whether to mention the children then deciding against it. “So she got out? She escaped?”

“Probably on her way home now with all the obscure Daedric artefacts and fancy weapons and armour she was carrying,” Kaie said, massaging her shoulder. “Yes, she's fine. Surprised you know her though. How'd you meet?”

“We got arrested at the same time. Then a dragon attacked and we escaped together. I heard she'd been arrested again in Markarth...” Shevawna's voice trailed off but there was only sympathy in Kaie's eyes.

“She did indeed, but she appears to have luck on her side,” Kaie said kindly. “She's a free woman again, and no one's going to believe all the deaths were her now Da and his friends have rampaged through the streets slaughtering half the guard.”

It was all Shevawna needed to hear. A whispered thank you and then Kaie was gone and Keirine was returning from gathering her things.

“Well now, did that satisfy you, girl?” Keirine asked, looking more like her usual self at least. “Your friend's free and hopefully cured of poking into things that don't concern her, was there anything else you needed?”

“I don't think so, Matriarch,” Shevawna said, shaking her head. “But if Madanach's free, what happens now?”
From: (Anonymous)
“What happens now is I leave immediately and go see my brother for the first time in twenty years,” Keirine said, claws clicking impatiently. “But I suppose you want to know what this means for the Forsworn. Truth be told, I'm not sure. It's going to be a while before Madanach will know what his next move will be. Just breaking out of there was impressive enough. It'll be a while before anyone knows for sure what happens next. Even a Hag's vision has limits.” Then she actually smiled, tilting her head. “But I imagine you want to know what this means for you. Nothing, not yet. You'll be staying in Whiterun, running messages between me and Kodlak, living as a Companion. But I'll also need you to keep an eye on your friend Liriel – does she make her home in that city? Good, good. As I said, you keep a close eye on her. Keep her safe, and help her out, and if you find anything out about her that might be of interest or help the Forsworn, you be sure and let me know, hmm?”

“You want me to spy on Liriel as well?” Shevawna asked, conscience prickling. Liriel was her friend after all... but you didn't say no to a Hag.

“Feeling guilty?” Keirine smirked. “Don't. I think none of us have seen the last of her. I think she will be back, and I think she'll be a great asset to our cause. I'm not asking you to betray her confidence or anything, but I want to know more about her. If my brother is interested, it's only right I know just who might be marrying into the family, hmm? So find out more about her, listen out for gossip or stories about her, and let me know. All I know for sure right now is she's a High Elf who's good at magic, no great rarity there, and is not married but does have two young children, which surprises me a little. High Elves don't breed that often, do they?”

“They're adopted,” Shevawna admitted. “They're two little girls – human little girls. About eight, I think. One's a Nord, one's an Imperial. I've met them, they're lovely.”

Keirine's eyebrows shot up as her mouth opened a little.

“She adopted two human children? That's... rather sweet. My brother likes children, always was good with them. He'll not mind she's got some of her own. But enough of that. Get back to Whiterun, and be prepared for a somewhat hostile reception. Anyone who knows of your Forsworn allegiance will likely think you were involved in the jailbreak when the news arrives. You need to convincingly deny you knew nothing until after the event. But to Kodlak, you tell the truth. And tell him I will write and tell him more, but I don't know what will happen, not exactly. Only that I don't plan to cut ties with your Harbinger and will contact him as soon as I can. Go on, go. Rest here for a few hours then leave. As for me, I've got to check on my brother. I have a feeling they'll need healers.”

Shevawna nodded as Keirine bustled out. Madanach free, dear gods, Madanach free! This was beyond exciting. This was something else. This was... Shevawna hadn't ever thought it would actually happen. It was a legend, a story, of the king who'd won their kingdom and then been locked away but would one day return in glory to reclaim the kingdom they'd lost. It had been a tale like Red Eagle's – Madanach had been gone so long, no one had ever really thought he'd return. And after twenty years, there were few out there who remembered the old kingdom. To Shevawna, it had always felt more like a dream than something that really happened. But it was true. It was real, all real – and now Madanach really had returned. Shevawna itched to go after Keirine, see him for herself, see what this mysterious king looked like, see the Rhan-Brenin for herself.

But she had orders. And so she rested, ate, bathed and slept, and headed back to Whiterun.
From: (Anonymous)
Nice job as always! I can't wait to see what happens next.

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