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Re: Of Daggers and Daedra 2.7
Date: 2013-09-26 06:23 pm (UTC)“He tries, we find ways of surviving him,” Eola laughed, squeezing Cicero's hand. “As for Cicero and I, we're doing just fine.”
“Glad to hear it, cariad,” Keirine said, seeming pleased. She reached for a chest near her throne and stored the eyeballs in there to defrost. She removed another bowl, and the cover came off to reveal a bowl full of Orc fingers.
“One of the Mor Khazgur lot had a tragic accident the other day,” Keirine explained. “No, child, it really was a tragic accident, he had too much to drink at the Flaming Spriggan, took a wrong turn, ended up in one of the quarries and a rock fell on his head after he started playing with the equipment. His friends and some of the Khajiit workers saw the whole thing. The chief of Mor Khazgur says good riddance to him, he was a waste of space anyway, so we got to keep the body. Want some? Good eatings on an Orc.”
“Er...” Eola began. She'd never actually told Keirine about the Namira worship but she had a feeling Keirine already knew, a feeling confirmed when Keirine glared at her, looking just like Madanach at that moment.
“For Sithis' sake, girl, you may have managed to keep it from your father but you do not fool me. I know what you are, I know you've fed on the flesh of the dead before now and I'm sure you don't wait until they drop dead of natural causes either. If you're not hungry, don't eat, but don't turn down good flesh on my account – see, your lover doesn't need persuading!”
Cicero had helped himself and was now chewing on a green index finger, looking quite happy.
“Thank you, Lady Keirine!” he chirped. “You're always so hospitable.”
“Thank you, child,” Keirine said, beaming at him. “Always such a polite boy. Now, Eola, are you going to eat? You are too thin and too pale, you need to eat, keep your strength up.”
What she'd need her strength for, Eola didn't ask but she wasn't going to turn down free food. So she ate with the rest of them and the three sat in companionable silence for a bit. Finally Keirine wiped her face clean and faced them expectantly.
“So. You did not come all the way here to complain about my brother. Speak, child. You need something. What is it?”
“It's complicated,” Eola began, but Cicero had a way of making the complicated quite quite simple.
“We are in trouble with Molag Bal, Lady Keirine,” said Cicero, blushing a bit but still grinning. “We found an altar of his in Markarth, but it had been desecrated. Now we are in trouble if we do not find the one responsible and deal with him.”
“The Hated One,” Keirine breathed, her attention caught. “There is an altar to him in my brother's city and you only tell me now! Is it active? Of course it is, were it inactive you would no doubt not be here expecting me to deal with it. Ssss, this is bad. But at the same time... intriguing. I could use a Daedric altar, even one for the Hated One. Mephala, Azura and Boethiah will only do so much, and the Dunmer complain if we start experimenting with their shrines. I am tempted to tell them to move on, see how many other towns not presently half-buried in ash will put up with open Daedra worship going on in public. But Madanach tells me that is inhospitable.” She rolled her eyes then turned to Eola. “So this shrine. Presumably the Lord of Domination spoke to you. What did he want, and will doing this render the shrine inactive again? Cicero mentioned a desecration, do you need my help to track down the perpetrator?”
“No need, we know who it was,” Eola said, feeling rather optimistic about this. “He's a priest of Boethiah by the name of Logrolf the Wilful. Molag Bal said he was here.”
Re: Of Daggers and Daedra 2.8
Date: 2013-09-26 06:25 pm (UTC)“Yeah, we told him,” Eola said. “He said to come tell you.” She repressed a smile at the tutting that elicited from Keirine who just shook her head and muttered 'knew it!' before motioning for Eola to go on.
“So, er, we're here. And we need Logrolf releasing. Please?”
That did have Keirine sitting up, intrigued. “Releasing? Whatever for? Do you not want to take him back to Markarth to sacrifice to Molag Bal?”
“Oh don't worry, sweet Matriarch,” Cicero purred, bouncing excitedly on the stone bench. “Molag Bal seems to think he will go back there on his own if we let him go. Then Eola and Cicero are going to follow and STAB HIM!”
Oh gods. Eola shook her head, really wondering if Cicero should be allowed around people sometimes. Fortunately, Keirine was not normal people.
“Now that's the spirit,” she cackled. “Well, you may as well have him, he's been less than helpful to me and I'm running out of reasons to detain him. The only thing I have him on is Boethiah worship and that's not only legal, she's got a shrine in our Market Square. However, I do have one thing to ask.”
And here it came. The price. Eola steeled herself for it.
“The shrine. I want it. When you have sacrificed Logrolf and Molag Bal is sufficiently distracted, that shrine is coming with me,” Keirine growled, in a way that suggested that she was quite likely to turn up in Markarth anyway and make off with it if she had to. Personally, Eola didn't think there were likely to be any problems with this whatsoever.
“It's all yours. If I can have Logrolf's body for... training purposes.”
“Training?” Keirine laughed, knowing Eola was lying but choosing not to call her on it – not yet anyway. “You have trainees in your Sanctuary? I had no idea, I thought them all veteran murderers. But still, I will have no need of it. If your father agrees, Logrolf's body is yours.”
Eola was absolutely certain she'd have no difficulty talking Madanach into letting her take the corpse away when she and Cicero were done. Talking Keirine, the First Matriarch of the Forsworn, into helping, that had been the difficult bit. Eola was just fortunate that when it came right down to it, she wasn't just her father's daughter. She was Keirine's niece through and through.
Re: Of Daggers and Daedra 2.8
Date: 2013-09-27 07:25 pm (UTC)I have no idea how you've done it, and I take my hat off to you!
Re: Of Daggers and Daedra 2.8
Date: 2013-09-29 12:57 pm (UTC)