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“The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 3b/?
(Anonymous) 2013-09-27 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)“I’m fine.” Olria swallowed. The panic was choking her. Outside, she heard the deep rumble of stone smashing against stone. Fire roared, horses screamed. She heard the great catapults launching flaming, tar-coated boulders into the sky.
The minutes dragged by like hours, the hours like days. Soon, the screams of pain and the cries of battle filled the streets of Whiterun. Steel rang against steel. Men and women died fighting while Olria remained cooped up behind a wall of wood boards, iron bars, and three dozen nails. She couldn’t help anyone. Even if she could, there was no way she could help them all.
The battle raged past Arcadia’s Cauldron. At one point, soldiers attempted to break down Arcadia’s door. Olria stared at the shuddering doorway in terror. The shopkeeper ignored them. The soldiers eventually gave up. Outside, shouts echoed in the deepening night. The sounds of fighting seemed to recede, but Olria knew better. All that meant was that the fight had moved to Dragonsreach.
All night the hostilities raged on. The sounds of fighting were not enough to decipher what was going on. If the Stormcloaks won, would they harm Farengar? Would they kill anyone who had chosen to side with Jarl Balgruuf and the Imperials over Ulfric Stormcloak?
At dawn, Olria felt the hairs rise on her arms and neck. The air felt charged, and she heard distant cracks of thunder. The only problem with that was the sunlight peeking through Arcadia’s shuttered windows. No storm brewed outside. The sound could only be Farengar’s lightning bolts.
Arcadia kept herself busy, doing her utmost to pretend nothing was going on outside. Olria paced frantically, straining to hear something that would tell her what was going on while also dreading to listen. An hour after dawn, she heard grim laughter in the street.
“I killed more of them than you,” one man said.
“Oh shut up. I was too busy defending Jarl Balgruuf to keep count.”
Relief stole the strength from Olria’s knees. She sat down hard in an old wicker chair. Jarl Balgruuf and the Imperials had won. “Did you hear that?” she asked the shopkeeper.
Arcadia looked up from labelling her love elixir potions. “I did indeed. Thank goodness!”
Olria fidgeted. She wanted to strangle the shopkeeper. “Er, can you get us out of here?”
“In a second,” the woman said. She bent down and pulled out a bottle of a fine white wine from the shelves by her feet. She emptied some of the wine before measuring in a generous amount of her love elixir. “There!” Arcadia said. “You can take this back with you for Farengar. Tell him who it’s from.”
By now, Olria was practically hopping back and forth with impatience. Olria eyed the spiked white wine Arcadia set on the counter. Farengar likes red, she thought spitefully. She had no intention of returning to Dragonsreach with that bottle.
“Okay, let’s get that door opened up,” the shopkeeper said. She set her potions back on her desk and grabbed her hammer. Slowly but surely, she pulled nails from the door, straining to wiggle them out of the hard oak wood.
There was a loud knocking on the door that startled Arcadia and Olria both. “Hello?” someone called through the doorway. The door rattled against hinges and bolts.
“Arcadia? The alchemist? Are you in there?”
“Yes,” Arcadia shouted. “I’m afraid we’re locked in tight. We’ll be out shortly.”
“The Jarl’s court wizard suffered a stabbing. Or two. Or three. Too much blood to tell. We need healing potions right away.”
Olria’s stomach lurched. She ran and threw herself at the door. “Go find Danica, from the temple,” she shouted to the messenger. “She can help—”
“She has enough wounded to deal with,” the soldier muffled voice replied. “She can’t waste her time walking all the way up to Dragonsreach to heal a single man.”
Olria and Arcadia exchanged looks. “Hurry,” the apprentice mage urged.
Re: “The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 3b/?
(Anonymous) 2013-09-28 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)Re: “The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 3b/?
(Anonymous) 2014-06-29 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)This. I was rolling on the floor laughing while concerned for poor Farengar. Ah, I could totally see the guards saying exactly that.