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Re: The Witch of Jorrvaskr 6.4
Date: 2014-06-15 07:02 pm (UTC)“Yes. Ysgramor's prized battle-axe. It was shattered into pieces years ago and those are mostly lost, but we've been trying to track them down, with mixed results. Whenever we do hear of one, we go in search of it. Or rather, this time, you will be.”
“Me?” Shevawna asked. “Why me?”
“Because the job's there and I asked you,” Kodlak said. “See this as a chance to prove your worth to the rest of them.”
Including Vilkas was the unspoken comment there. Shevawna was hardly going to turn down that job in a hurry.
“All right,” Shevawna said. “Where am I going?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dustman's Cairn turned out to be about three hours west of Whiterun, nestled up against the mountains that Kodlak had told her were the Skyborns. Shevawna kept close to the mountains when she could, still not used to spaces that were this flat. So much land! So much space! If the Reach had been like this, might there have been peace after all? Enough room for the Nords to have their bit and her people to have theirs? In fact, couldn't the Reach Nords move out here, leave them the mountains? That would solve a lot of problems. She should suggest it to the Jarl maybe. Or get Kodlak to do it. Everyone listened to Kodlak. It was said even Jarl Balgruuf took him seriously.
Shevawna knew she didn't want to face a Nord Jarl. She wasn't allowed to fight the Jarl of Whiterun and he wouldn't care about her, which left her not sure what to do with him. So she stayed well away from Dragonsreach. Which she could still see on the horizon, even out here.
She really couldn't get used to this flat land. So now she was here, she slipped into the ruin without waiting. The inside of old Nord ruins was something she was quite used to.
Someone had been digging here, recently too from the look of it. And there were a lot of dead Draugr around. A lot of them, looking as if a greatsword had carved into them. Nords then. Were they still here? Shevawna didn't know but she hoped not... or that the Draugr had got them. Then she recalled that meant taking on the Draugr which was less appealing.
Then she slipped quietly through a set of iron doors and heard voices. Dropping into a crouch, she crept forward to listen in.
There were five of them, in fur and leather and studded armour, a Redguard woman, a Orc with a greatsword, two Nords, a man and woman, and an Imperial woman with a bow. They were gathered round a sealed gate, staring at someone they'd trapped inside. Bandits, ganging up on some lone explorer, and while with the Forsworn she wouldn't have shrunk from doing the same to an outsider, Shevawna was narrowing her eyes at these criminal scum doing the same to some innocent person.
“Which one is that?” the Imperial asked.
“Doesn't matter,” the Nord man growled, warhammer at the ready. “He wears that armour, he dies!”
“Killing you will make for an excellent story,” the Redguard sneered.
“Killing a trapped man in a cage is hardly a feat worth the telling. Although you will find it harder than you imagine,” a Nordic voice that Shevawna knew all too well floated across the room. Vilkas?? But what was he doing here? Kodlak surely hadn't sent him as well... and then she realised why he'd got here first. Bastard was stealing her glory! He wanted back in the Circle and thought finding the piece of Wuuthrad would get it for him.
Shevawna gritted her teeth, reaching for her bow. She would kill him for this, kill the quest-stealing Admorin and leave the body here so no one would ever find it or know it was her. But first, to deal with his captors. She wanted to kill Vilkas personally.
Had she been given to introspection she might have thought it strange that she was saving someone only to kill them later. The Forsworn soldier she'd been once would never have raised a finger if someone else had saved her the trouble of killing a few Nords herself. But Shevawna was a Companion now, the Witch of Jorrvaskr, and without her realising it, Nord ideals were starting to infect her. So it was she dipped her arrows in poison, raised her Forsworn bow, expertly handcrafted by her and honed at the Skyforge, and took aim.
Re: The Witch of Jorrvaskr 6.5
Date: 2014-06-15 07:07 pm (UTC)Armour cast. Atronach summoned. While that took on the Nord, Shevawna drew her sword and axe and sprinted for the release lever she could see through a stone arch. Vilkas could help her with the bandits, and then she could return his gratitude by murdering him while his back was turned.
The Imperial's arrows nearly hit her but Shevawna kept running – until the archer's aim finally did fall true just as she passed under the archway. Then the Orc recovered himself and charged her down, berserker rage in full swing. Shevawna, still staggering from the bowshot, wasn't able to dodge the Orc's weapon in time.
Pain, blood, and Shevawna went staggering forward, only momentum keeping her going until she hit the wall and collapsed in agony, weak and about to pass out. As her vision blurred, she saw the lever and before the sword could fall and finish her off, she yanked it back.
The gate rattled up, freeing Vilkas, and Shevawna expected her last sounds on Nirn to be Vilkas shouting Nord battlecries. She'd not expected to hear a wild howl of fury out of Oblivion itself, and human screaming as something sank into flesh and tore it open.
The Orc, turned, swore and ran back inside to help his friends, and Shevawna closed her eyes and cast healing magic, feeling flesh repair itself and skin knit back together, lost blood slowly replenishing itself, and finally, she staggered to her feet, pain not as bad as it was. Eased enough to take some potions for anyway. Bow raised, she peered in to see what was going on.
Both Nords, dead. The Orc falling to the ground, shredded to pieces, and the Imperial dying screaming as one of Hircine's manbeasts, Storihbeg incarnate, sank its claws into her. And then it let its prey go and turned to her.
Shevawna knew her folklore. When faced with a minion of Hircine, the last thing you ever did was run. Because then you were prey, and then you were dead. So she held her ground and kept her bow trained on it, and where in the Void had Vilkas fucked off to anyway? Maybe it had killed him too. She could but hope.
“Get back,” she said quietly. “Get back, son of Storihbeg. Go back to the Hunting Grounds, there is no more prey for you here.”
She could have sworn it whined at her, but she was fairly sure manbeasts didn't whine like a wolf pup. Then it dropped to its knees and did it again, and this was just weird.
“Stop doing that, minion of Hircine,” she snapped. “I'm not falling for your tricks! Go on, get out of here!”
The wolf closed its eyes and went on all fours, flesh and fur rippling, and then everything blurred, and then Vilkas was kneeling there, naked as the day he was born.
Oh. Oh. Sirrah Afflicted. Werewolf. Oh. Well, no wonder he'd been able to smell Kieran's scent on her. And the way the others had sniffed her... oh Sithis. Jorrvaskr was full of them. And no one had ever told her. Kodlak had never told her. Keirine had never warned her, and Shevawna refused to believe the First Matriarch hadn't known.
“Going to put the bow down so I can find my clothes in peace?” Vilkas asked quietly, not meeting her eyes and angling himself so she couldn't see his man bits. How very annoying. She could see his backside though and his shoulders, and very nice they were too – no. This went no further. This madness had to stop, they seriously needed to talk, and by Sithis, Dibella and Namira, he definitely should get dressed so she didn't spend the entire conversation trying not to stare at his cock. She lowered the bow.
“Not stopping you,” she said curtly. Vilkas nodded, getting up and walking off, not so quickly she didn't get a look at Little Vilkas, and it clearly wasn't so little either. Not bad at all – sweet Dibella, she was doomed.
Finally Vilkas had his armour back on, Skyforge steel greatsword on his back, still as grumpy as ever... and blushing? Certainly embarrassed.
Re: The Witch of Jorrvaskr 6.6
Date: 2014-06-15 07:08 pm (UTC)“I'm sorry!” Vilkas cried. “I didn't... look, I didn't know about Hircine when I took the blood. I just wanted to be a better, stronger warrior, Skjor made it sound like a gift!”
“Hircine would say it is,” Shevawna managed to say. “Peryite claims disease is a blessing, that doesn't mean we'd want to get sick ourselves! You chose to be a manbeast?”
“You worship all sorts of weird gods and you have a problem with werewolves?” Vilkas snapped.
“No,” Shevawna sighed. “No, not as such – look, we worship Hircine, he's one of the old gods, we call on him when we hunt, we tell tales of him. But Storihbeg, King of the Manbeasts, he's... he's dangerous. Wild. We fear him, Vilkas. We fear dying at his hands, but we fear more being turned pelt-side-out. We fear losing our humanity, becoming beasts – pariahs. Prey. And to hear you chose this, half of Jorrvaskr chose this – gods, Vilkas, how many of you are there?? Are you going to make me one??”
“No!” Vilkas cried. “Eight, no. If anyone doesn't need the beast blood, it's you. It's just the Circle, Shevawna. Me, Farkas, Skjor, Aela and Kodlak. No one else has the blood, no one else is even supposed to know about it. You can't tell anyone. Please.”
Shevawna was half tempted to run back to Jorrvaskr and shriek the entire thing to Ria, Olfina and Athis, but something stayed the panic. This was the first halfway civil conversation she'd had with Vilkas since she'd met him. For the first time, the power was in her direction and she rather liked it this way.
“All right,” Shevawna agreed, deciding not to kill him after all. This was far too interesting to pass up. “I don't tell anyone. You stop being an Orc's backside to me. And in the mean time, you can watch my back in this place while I retrieve the piece of Wuuthrad and claim the glory.”
Vilkas hesitated, then looked down and actually laughed. “Aye, I deserved that, didn't I? All right, witch, you have your bargain. I'm not promising eternal friendship or anything, but I will at least treat you with a basic respect and courtesy while you're a Shield-Sister in good standing. And I'll watch your back in here. Eight know there's probably more where they came from. Damn Silver Hand.”
The Silver Hand? Shevawna had never heard of them – or had she? Now she thought of it, yes she had, there'd been a group of warriors with silver weapons calling themselves that who'd tried to attack one of the other Redoubts, claiming they were going to cleanse the Forsworn stain from the Reach for good. Half of them killed, half taken prisoner and put to death in increasingly brutal and creative ways by the Matriarch, quite possibly eaten in a feast to Namira, and one terrified one left til last, forced to watch his comrades die and then told by the Redoubt's Briarheart to go back to his friends and tell them the Forsworn would root them all out and destroy them in ways that made what he'd just seen look like a lover's caress if any of them ever set foot in the Reach again. There'd been no trouble since.
“Who are the Silver Hand?” Shevawna asked. “Are they like the Vigil of Stendarr, do they hunt Daedra worshippers?”
Vilkas laughed bitterly at that. “They wish they were. No, they're like bandits, worse than bandits. They say they're werewolf hunters, but they don't just hunt and put down feral beasts, no. They hunt innocent people who never asked to be infected, or even willing wolves living peacefully and lawfully, and they don't just kill cleanly. They imprison and torture. They're not good people. And they found out Jorrvaskr had werewolves and now they've made it their mission to hunt us down. They nearly had me today if you'd not turned up.”
Re: The Witch of Jorrvaskr 6.7
Date: 2014-06-15 07:10 pm (UTC)“Wipe out werewolves?” Shevawna scoffed. “They might as well try to hunt Hircine himself. They could kill all the werewolves and he would simply make more. Storihbeg cannot be killed, no aspect of Hircine can even though you think you've hunted it.”
“Aye, I know,” Vilkas said wryly. “But that does not stop them hurting the innocent in the mean time. And I think there's more of them here. We'll have to be careful.”
“Then let's take them by surprise,” Shevawna said quietly, dropping into a crouch. “Show them what real hunters look like.”
Vilkas nodded and crept after her, actually looking pleased. “Spoken like a true warrior,” he murmured.
Shevawna couldn't help but feel rather pleased at that, and out of everything, that was the weirdest thing of all.
~~~~~~~~~~
So the two of them explored and sure enough there were more Silver Hand, not to mention Draugr. Shevawna dealt with the sleeping ones by creeping up and ramming a sword into them, which Vilkas muttered was not honourable and yet he didn't object to fewer enemies to actually have to fight either.
And so they explored and so they fought, and in the quieter times they talked.
“So they had this big werewolf in front of you, they sliced its arm open and made you drink the blood – Vilkas, at what point did you not realise this was a bad idea?”
“They said it would make me stronger, that all true Companions had the blood of the beast!”
“Peer pressure. I knew it. No Reach child would ever have made that mistake,” Shevawna sighed. “We all know it's a surrender to Hircine, we'd have said no. Or having said yes, would have gone in eyes open and not looked back. At the very least, we are taught from a young age that if you are invited to any sort of secret ritual involving drinking someone else's blood, you should ask a lot of questions before taking part.”
“Well, I know that now!” Vilkas sighed. “My childhood didn't involve a lot of discussion of the dark arts! My father hated all magic with a passion. Wanted no discussion of any of it.”
“Why am I not surprised?” Shevawna sighed. “And so you grow up knowing nothing, not even the basics, so when you do encounter magic and the spirit world, you make stupid mistakes like this!”
“I didn't know!” Vilkas cried. Then he sighed and stared at his feet. “I don't suppose you know a cure, do you?”
“No,” said Shevawna firmly. “I do not. I know enough magic to keep myself and sometimes others alive and kill my enemies. I do not know how to cure the fruits of a Nord's own stupidity for him.”
Vilkas growled slightly but thankfully did little else. Werewolf, so that was why he had anger issues. Or maybe he was an angry person anyway but the beast blood made it worse. And he wanted a cure. Kodlak was one too from the sounds of it. Did he want a cure as well? She'd have to ask him.
She'd certainly have to ask Keirine. The First Matriarch must know all about werewolves, surely?
“What about you?” Vilkas asked. “Your king's free. You staying here or going to join him? He must be planning something. Is he raising an army? Planning a new uprising?”
“I don't know!” Shevawna sighed. “He's probably getting used to the sun again, enjoying his freedom and figuring out his next move. The Forsworn aren't organised enough for another uprising, not yet. Too much bickering among the Hags for that. He'd have to get all four of the big Matriarchs round a table and persuade them to lend him their troops. That's going to take a while, Vilkas. It's like a High King or Queen trying to persuade all the Jarls to do things their way. Except the Jarls are Hags who can do dangerous magic. Even our First Matriarch can't order them all just like that, and she's on the King's side.”
Re: The Witch of Jorrvaskr 6.8
Date: 2014-06-15 07:12 pm (UTC)“Oh we still are,” Shevawna grinned, the words out before her brain could catch up with her mouth. Then she stopped, looking sheepishly at Vilkas. “But, er, we've got a cause? We've got a land to free? Just Madanach's been in prison and not able to give us really precise instructions or plan like he'd want to. But now he's free so who knows what will happen.”
“Are you going to join him?” Vilkas asked quietly. “He has to be building an army.”
“He has one,” Shevawna smirked. Then, seeing the genuine worry in Vilkas's eyes, she relented a little. She could reassure him on that point at least.
“I'm not going anywhere,” she told him. “Not yet. I think Jorrvaskr is where I need to be. Madanach has plenty of young Reachmen and women willing to fight and die for his cause. But not many willing to work with outsiders and keep the Reach safe in other ways.”
To her surprise, Vilkas actually smiled, which Shevawna had never seen him do before. The effect was disconcerting to say the least. It made him look younger. More boyish. Less grim and intimidating. Gentler.
She could get to like that smile. That really was frightening.
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More Silver Hand. A lot more Silver Hand. And Draugr. And Silver Hand and Draugr all attacking at once. Thank Sithis for Vilkas, Shevawna would never have made it on her own. As it was, they made a good team, Vilkas moving quickly and powerfully, carving into them with a greatsword that seemed to sing as it flew through the air, while Shevawna hung back, taking aim with her bow first, summoning Atronachs or raising corpses to help Vilkas out, then Destruction magic on people who got past Vilkas and were going for her, only switching to her Forsworn weapons when people got close up.
Then through into the locked part of the tomb after Shevawna found the key in a chest off to one side, and then skeevers, spiders and more Draugr. They finally ended up in a big chamber with a strange carved wall at the back... and on a table in front of it, a big chunk of iron with an elf's face on it.
“That's it,” Shevawna breathed, reaching out to take it. “Look, Vilkas, we did it, we got the – oh.”
As soon as she'd picked it up, the entrance door had slammed shut and locked itself, and one of the coffins smashed open, a Draugr stepping out, weapons raised.
There were an awful lot of coffins in this room, and if they all had Draugr... Shevawna looked at Vilkas, worried. He didn't look a lot happier.
“We fight them together, yes?” Vilkas asked, greatsword raised.
“Together,” Shevawna said, casting her armour and summoning an Atronach. If she died today, she would at least go out fighting.
~~~~~~~~~~~
At least the Draugr didn't all burst out at once, and if they had that would have been the end of both of them. Stupid Nords, if the Reachmen had built tombs like this, they'd have had all the bonewalkers rise at once to slaughter the intruders with cunning and power. But it was Nords who'd built this place, Nords with their ridiculous sense of fair play, and so the Draugr came out a few at a time. Which made life a lot easier, and so Vilkas's greatsword swung and Shevawna's magic flared and both would dance around each other to take down a foe the other had missed and really Shevawna was starting to enjoy this, just her and Vilkas against the world or twenty Draugr at least, moving in harmony, always aware of where the other was and not one spell hitting him or any stroke of the greatsword getting her, just seamless slaughtering.
And at last one Draugr fell burning at Shevawna's feet while another fell neatly cloven in two before Vilkas, and no one was moving but the two of them and Shevawna was breathless but ready for more. It was a shame there were no more opponents, Shevawna felt ready to take on more, and from the look in his eyes, so did Vilkas, only sheathing his sword with regret.
Re: The Witch of Jorrvaskr 6.9
Date: 2014-06-15 07:13 pm (UTC)“We did,” Vilkas said, approaching with a smile on his face and half-closed eyes and before she knew it he was hugging her. “You fought well, Shield-Sister.”
“And you,” Shevawna managed to get out, hugging him back, still too high on post-battle euphoria to question why she was hugging a man she thought she hated. “But I'm not a full Companion, isn't there some sort of initiation first?”
“Someone from the Circle watches you on a dangerous mission to make sure you're honourable,” Vilkas growled, still not letting go of her. “They say you are, you're in. I watched you doing all this, you're honourable and you're brave.”
“But you're not in the Circle any more,” Shevawna gasped, suddenly feeling very nervous. He still hadn't let go of her.
“No,” said Vilkas quietly. “But my word still counts for something or Kodlak would have thrown me out.”
He still hadn't let her go and Shevawna was started to get a bit worried. She was still full of adrenaline from the battle, ready to fight some more or run, run run until it was all out of her system, or find someone cute and fuck them til they screamed, but Vilkas was holding her and she could do none of those things.
“Vilkas,” she whispered. “You need to let me go. Either let me go or have sex with me because I really need to get it out of my – mmm!” He'd started as she'd said the word sex, eyes wide as he'd stared down at her – and then she'd seen a wildness, an all too familiar hunger in his eyes and now he was kissing her, lips on hers as he crushed her to him, scooping her up and walking her backwards until she felt her back meet the inside of a Draugr coffin, pinning her in place as he finally stopped kissing her and began removing her top, her headdress having already fallen off by this point.
All right then, sex it was, which was a bit weird considering she'd thought they hated each other, but then his mouth found her nipple and she stopped giving it a second thought because damn that felt good.
“Yes, oh yes,” she whispered and then Vilkas's fingers were sliding into her smallclothes and that felt even better. Thumb on her clit and fingers sliding into her cunt, and it all felt good, so good, Vilkas knew what he was doing, that was a surprise but a pleasant one. She'd heard Nord men were all about the cock and fucking and not a lot else, but Vilkas seemed to know what foreplay was.
“Please... yes, more, harder...”
“Gods, I want you, gods I need you, I can't stop, I can't...”
“Don't stop... don't stop... yes, like that...”
“... what are you doing to me, why... gods yes, yes, you're beautiful, yes...”
Shevawna closed her eyes as his fingers worked deeper, orgasm claiming her as she clung on to him, and by the old gods, he really did know what he was doing. Shevawna clung on to him, shrieking his name as she came before collapsing in his arms.
Vilkas's fingers left her, and he let her go, stepping away as she slid to the ground, exhausted. Was there going to be more? Was he going to fuck her next? He must want more, she'd not even touched him. Would he let her suck him off? She'd be all right with going down on him after that orgasm.
But he hadn't said anything and when she looked up, he was blushing furiously, staring at his hand in horror, fingers still dripping with her juices.
“Vilkas?” Shevawna asked, confused. “What's wrong?”
“I'm sorry,” Vilkas whispered, looking horrified... and revolted and that was really not cool, he had no right to still hate her after all this. “I should never... I need to go...” He grabbed his gauntlets and helm, both cast to the side in all the flurry of kissing, and fled for the newly opened tunnel in one of the coffins.
“Vilkas... wait, Vilkas, we didn't even... don't you want to... Vilkas!” Shevawna shouted after him. It was to no avail. Vilkas was gone and Shevawna was left in a heap on the floor, half-dressed, exhausted and very very confused.
“Did I do something wrong?” Shevawna whispered, trying to work out whether she was angry or hurt or just plain puzzled. One thing was for sure though. She would never understand Nords.
Re: The Witch of Jorrvaskr 6.9 A/N
Date: 2014-06-15 07:20 pm (UTC)Also I got to use Olfina's line about being a woman in Skyrim! With appropriate context! *proud of self*
Next chapter is the aftermath in which Shevawna turns up at Jorrvaskr wanting answers, only to find Vilkas is being the biggest self-pitying w00bie it's possible to be and that drastic measures may be called for...
Re: The Witch of Jorrvaskr 6.9 A/N
Date: 2014-06-16 01:39 pm (UTC)Re: The Witch of Jorrvaskr 6.9 A/N
Date: 2014-06-16 04:00 pm (UTC)Re: The Witch of Jorrvaskr 6.9 A/N
Date: 2014-06-19 11:38 pm (UTC)Re: The Witch of Jorrvaskr 6.9
Date: 2014-06-16 08:10 am (UTC)Re: The Witch of Jorrvaskr 6.9
Date: 2014-06-25 07:24 am (UTC)