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Re: Thicker Than Blood 1.5
Date: 2014-01-20 09:31 pm (UTC)“Adopted,” Elenwen said, and that wasn't terribly reassuring – worse if anything. Liriel had gone out and intentionally taken two humans into her house?? Not even as wards or servants or anything?? “About the same stage of development as little Ancalime, I'm told. Sabrinda? Sabrinda, don't, I know it's a shock...”
Sabrinda couldn't breathe. The room had gone blurry and she was shaking all over, refusing to believe it, gasping and sobbing. Her little girl, married to a human, bonded to a lesser creature, perverting and abusing Mara's gift of love by sharing it with – with one of them! And children?? As well keep a lapdog and call it one's baby.
“Sab? Sabby?” That was Meryndor, and Sabrinda turned to him, all her usual dignity gone as she reached out to the one constant in her life, the one who kept her sane, grounded, reminded her there was something to keep fighting for. Even Thalmor Justiciars loved, and Sabrinda loved Meryndor very much. She clung onto her husband, hoping he'd get her through this, just as his memory and his letters had got her through the First War and the Oblivion Crisis. “Sabby, meleth, what's wrong? Mara's mercy, what's happened? Oh gods, it's Liriel, isn't it? What's she done? Ambassador, I swear, whatever it was we can fix it, get her home, we've all had our youthful misadventures, right?”
“I'm fairly certain yours didn't involve stealing state secrets, negotiating peace treaties between enemy heads of state and flying off into the sunset on a dragon to go fight a semi-mythical dragon god,” Elenwen said drily, a flicker of amusement at the confusion on Meryndor's face. “No, I'm afraid it's worse. Your Liriel has married a human.”
Meryndor just stared at Elenwen, too stunned to process all this and barely hearing Sabrinda's renewed cries of anguish.
“She got married?” Meryndor whispered. “My little girl got married? Without me?” He looked more upset at not being there to walk her down the aisle than about the human son-in-law. Honestly, fathers were so sentimental sometimes.
“She's also adopted two human children,” Elenwen continued, secretly rather enjoying this. “They're all playing happy families down in Markarth. It is rather embarrassing, you know. The child of a high-ranking Justiciar and her husband who owns half the vineyards in Alinor openly marrying a human and raising children with him. It's not exactly low-profile either – she's made quite a name for herself and as for the husband...”
“There must be something we can do,” Sabrinda gasped, drying her eyes and getting practical. “How hard would it be to eliminate him? With him gone, we could take her home, find new homes for the children among our human contacts, we could put all this foolishness behind us...”
“Harder than you might think,” said Elenwen, grimacing. “He's... high-profile. Were it to be linked back to us, there'd be... issues. An incident. Quite possibly the Second War sooner than we're prepared for. There are rumours he and his even have a hold on Emperor Amaund.”
“Well, go freelance then!” Sabrinda cried. “Aren't the Dark Brotherhood operating again? Did you try performing the Sacrament? I had to deal with them before the Oblivion Crisis, that Lachance fellow was quite reasonable. Even tried to recruit me – I had to say no, of course, but even so, charming man... I mean, I suppose he's long dead by now, but can't his successors help? Don't they discreetly eliminate obstacles?”
Re: Thicker Than Blood 1.6
Date: 2014-01-20 09:33 pm (UTC)If the Reach-King's name is mentioned in the Sacrament again, the next dagger will be in your throat.
Elenwen had moved rooms, doubled the guard, consumed a good deal of brandy and not slept well since.
“Oh,” Sabrinda whispered, going pale. “We – won't be doing that then. Well, never mind, he's human, he'll be dead fifty years from now, so will these children quite possibly, we'll get her back, find her an understanding husband, someone who maybe will overlook it all for a large amount of gold and a leap up the social ladder. A century from now, no one in Alinor will care about some dead human from this... Reach, did you say?”
“The Druadach Kingdom of the Reach,” Elenwen sighed. “Teyrnas Druadaichte y Rhan in their own language, which sounds like Aldmeri except unintelligible and with none of the charm. Tiny, mountainous piece of nowhere, which no one would care about if it wasn't for all the mines. The place is obscenely, staggeringly wealthy and with a few exceptions, most of it's personally owned by its ruler, a ruthless warlord calling himself king who goes by the name of Madanach ap Caradach and who schemed and murdered his way to power.”
“There you are!” Sabrinda cried, finally cheering up. “Can't we cultivate him, get him to frame this animal who's corrupted my little girl? He sounds like exactly the sort of degenerate who'd happily execute someone if we gave him reason.”
“I'm afraid not,” Elenwen said, shaking her head and gearing up for the reactions to this one. “Two reasons. Firstly, despite all appearances to the contrary, he's actually quite obsessed with seeing justice done properly and has resisted all attempts at suborning. It's proven impossible to fix court cases and the ReachGuard actually appear unbribeable. I don't know whether it's loyalty or just that they're more afraid of him than us. Either way, he's not going to execute an otherwise innocent man for us, no Sabrinda, not even if we threaten him or his family. No, planting false evidence of Talos worship on him won't work either, absolutely no one is going to believe the former leader of the Forsworn Rebellion secretly worships the man who conquered the Reach in the first place.”
“I was going to suggest doing that to the husband,” Sabrinda growled, lightning crackling at her fingers. Oh dear. About time to deliver the final blow.
“He is the husband,” Elenwen said, sitting back and waiting for the fun to start. Both Sabrinda and Meryndor's jaws had dropped.
“She... married a king,” Meryndor said vacantly. “A wealthy king. Who can't be bribed.” To Elenwen's horror, he actually looked rather proud, and even Sabrinda looked pleasantly surprised.
“My baby's a queen,” Sabrinda said in wonder, fingers brushing against her lips as she took this in. Then, Justiciar to the last, she recovered herself, although not quickly enough for Elenwen's liking. “Well, if she's going to debase herself for a human, at least she's not an idiot. All the same, we simply cannot have Aldmeri citizens doing this sort of thing. It sets a terrible example – she has a younger sister who idolises her, for Akatosh's sake! No, we will have to step in. Don't worry, Elenwen, we will talk her out of this foolishness and get her home.”
Re: Thicker Than Blood 1.7
Date: 2014-01-20 09:34 pm (UTC)“Sab? What does she mean?” Meryndor asked, but deep down, he knew. All Alinorians knew. No one talked about it, but everybody knew.
“We'll bring her home,” Sabrinda said fiercely. “I promise you, Elenwen. I know my duty to the Dominion, even if Liriel has forgotten it. I'll make her see reason.”
“See that you do,” Elenwen murmured. Liriel had set herself up as humanity's best protector, a hero to all of Tamriel. The Thalmor's ideals came into direct conflict with that, and Elenwen abhorred conflict. When it came to choosing between mer and men, all true children of Alinor would choose mer... else they were no true Alinor child.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“DADDY!”
Madanach groaned wearily, burrowing underneath the covers of probably the most luxurious bed in Markarth. He had a hangover from Oblivion, no Liriel, a certain amount of public embarrassment to live down (although nothing coin and the implied threat of violence wouldn't help with), and then the cheering prospect of going over the accounts with Nepos and seeing just how much his daughter's wedding had actually cost in the end. At least the generous donation to the Temple of Dibella that he was going to have to make to avoid a scandal was tax-deductible. He had no idea who Sam Guevenne actually was, but if he ever showed his face in the Reach again, the ReachGuard had standing orders to execute the son of a bitch on the spot.
But daughter number (four) one was married off at last, and with any luck he might have more grandchildren in a year or two, hopefully saner than their father. As it was, until that happy day, he had daughters two (five) and three (six) to deal with.
“What is it, cariad?” he said wearily.
“Uncle Nepos sent us,” Sissel said, climbing on to the bed and sitting cross-legged next to him. “He said you needed to get up and be presentable, court was opening at ten.”
“It's not opening at ten,” Madanach growled. “I gave everyone three days off for the wedding, then it's the weekend. Court's not re-opening until Morndas.”
“But Da,” Lucia piped up, perched on the end of the bed. “It is Morndas.”
What?? Surely not. The wedding had been Middas afternoon, then the party all night, Thurdas a complete mystery, then waking up on Fredas in the Temple of Dibella with Liriel, both dishevelled wrecks and with the entire priestesshood staring at him. Not actually shouting at him, no one in Markarth other than Nepos, Eola or Liriel got away with that, but radiating disapproval. Neither he nor Liriel had remembered a damn thing but apparently there'd been... fondling. Of each other and the statuary, allegedly. And propositioning of the priestesses, becoming aggressive when told to go home, they were drunk, and insisting they could pleasure a woman like no man they'd ever had. Madanach had sworn up and down he would never do that, only for Senna to snap “not you, her!” and pointing at Liriel, whose cheeks had gone scarlet.
Re: Thicker Than Blood 1.7
Date: 2014-01-20 09:35 pm (UTC)“I've been in bed two days?” he said vaguely, scratching his face and realising with horror how much stubble was there and how appalling he must look.
“You were fast asleep, Da,” Lucia said and she at least looked worried, bless her. “Are you all right?”
Probably not, but he was king and that did mean getting out of bed and proving he was just fine, thank you very much.
“Yes, yes I'm fine, I just need a shower and a shave and food and... what time is it?”
“Half past nine,” Sissel said, grinning. “You should hurry. Uncle Nepos and Auntie Keirine have a bet going on as to whether you'll be there or not. He thinks you'll be there at ten but you'll look awful, and she says we won't see you before midday. Still looking awful,” she added, completely unnecessarily in Madanach's opinion.
“How much are they betting exactly?” he asked.
“Ten septims,” Lucia told him. Ten septims? Was that all? He'd have expected Keirine to have had a bit more recklessness in her at least. Never mind. It was often the smaller bets that were the most fun to derail.
“Right,” Madanach said, head clearing. “Lucia, open that cupboard and pass me that little red bottle, the bigger red one next to it and that green potion. Sissel, go and fill the washing bowl from the pool and bring it over here, along with that towel next to it and my shaving kit – it's in that Dwemer box. Then get yourselves out of here and not a word to anyone.”
The girls scurried around the room acquiring said items and as they bustled out, Madanach knocked back a poison cure, all-purpose tonic and a stamina draught (and not the Stallion's Draught either, honestly, he kept telling people he didn't need it, he was getting old, not dying) before heading to the very convenient built-in natural pool with waterfall, his Destruction magic providing all the temperature control one might need. By Sithis, he'd missed this room. Two years living here first time around had spoiled him utterly, and now he had it back, he was never letting it go.
Then shaving and getting dressed in his usual formal court regalia – the blue and gold Robes of the First Dragonborn, a little gift from Liriel after the whole Miraak incident, and the matching gloves and boots. Then the Torc of Red Eagle round his neck and a magicka boosting circlet on his head and he was ready to go.
Five minutes before ten, Madanach was striding out into his courtroom as if the last week had never happened, looking as kingly as he ever did.
“At ease,” he snapped as the ReachGuard on duty stood to attention on seeing him. He stopped at the table near the throne, where his steward, bodyguard, sister and daughter were all having breakfast, new son-in-law perched on the daughter's lap.
“Hello Reach-King!” Cicero cooed from where Eola was cuddling him. “You are awake! Cicero missed you!” Without another word, he slid off her lap and bounded over, sliding arms around Madanach's waist and grinning suggestively up at him.
“Welcome back, boss,” Borkul grinned. “We thought you'd never wake up.”
Re: Thicker Than Blood 1.8
Date: 2014-01-20 09:37 pm (UTC)“Shaved and dressed as well, good heavens,” Nepos said, surprised. “We were expecting a hungover wreck.”
“Not me,” Eola grinned as she raked in both Keirine and Nepos's gold. “I knew you'd be here on time, looking as good as ever. I had faith in you, Da.”
“Someone was cheating,” Keirine growled, glaring at her niece. “I don't know how, but you were.”
Madanach suspected that Sissel and Lucia had not come to wake him on their own initiative and that furthermore might be finding themselves richer by a few septims each come lunchtime, but he said nothing. Partly because such cunning and deviousness were traits he wished to encourage in his children, and partly because he presently had a smirking jester groping him.
“Aren't you supposed to be married now?” Madanach growled. “To my daughter, no less.”
“Don't worry, Da, Cicero and I have a relaxed approach to monogamy,” Eola said cheerily as she tore into her steak, bloody and rare as always. It had probably been vaguely introduced to a cooking fire at one point, but evidently the two just hadn't got on.
“Cicero has heard he and pretty Eola are not the only ones,” Cicero purred, dark eyes smouldering up at Madanach. “Cicero has heard of developments elsewhere too.”
Oh gods, his daughter deciding to have an open marriage, that was all he needed. Especially with a son-in-law like this.
“Well you heard wrong,” Madanach growled. “Now get off me and get back to your wife before I use cloak spells on you.”
Cicero scampered off, squealing and cackling as he ran back to Eola, suggestive grin never fading. Madanach inwardly shuddered. Oh good, he could expect a full day of this.
“Right. You, soldier, get to the kitchen and order breakfast for me – bacon, scrambled eggs, toast, they know how I like them done. Keirine, we're opening court any minute, do you perhaps want to at least pretend we're a nice, normal country?”
“Nice and normal? Us?” Keirine scoffed. “Madanach, they know what we are – dark mages, necromancers and Daedra worshippers. We are just the Empire's necromancers and Daedra worshippers now, their magic-resistant special forces for when the Dominion rises again. And you made Hagravens full citizens and it illegal to harm one.”
“I did, I also legalised consensual blood-drinking, that does not mean I wish to see it going on in the streets,” Madanach snapped, settling himself in the Mournful Throne. “Nepos, what have we got today?”
Keirine sighed and recast her Illusion cloak, Hagraven features vanishing as she took on the appearance of a silver-haired old lady, a female version of Madanach dressed in simple black mage's robes. Eola finished breakfast and chivvied Cicero off to start packing, preparing for their imminent honeymoon in Solstheim – an unusual choice, but it was wild, dangerous and very easy to hide bodies in. It was also rumoured to be home to a Morag Tong cell... although not once Cicero and Eola were through it wouldn't be. The Dark Brotherhood held grudges for a very long time.
Borkul took up his usual place at the foot of the Mournful Throne, and Nepos settled at Madanach's side with the court schedule. Another day in the Reach, just like any other... for now.
Re: Thicker Than Blood 1.8
Date: 2014-01-20 11:44 pm (UTC)-Can't we cultivate him, get him to frame this animal who's corrupted my little girl? He sounds like exactly the sort of degenerate who'd happily execute someone if we gave him reason.
-It had probably been vaguely introduced to a cooking fire at one point, but evidently the two just hadn't got on.
BAHAHAHAHA. Not to mention the dagger in Elenwen's pillow, because screwing with the Thalmor will NEVER not be amusing.
But you see, iell-nin, the humans? They don't all know that yet. And it's bad manners to tell them.
I can't decide if this is cute or utterly horrifying. Probably a bit of both. In spite of that I kind of like Meryndor and hope he comes 'round, even if Liriel's mother doesn't.
Re: Thicker Than Blood 1.8
Date: 2014-01-24 09:27 pm (UTC)Screwing with the Thalmor is always funny! As was the look on that poor Justiciar's face when he realised the Dark Brotherhood assassin he was arranging the contract with was the mark's daughter and her psychopath boyfriend, neither of whom took it well.
Meryn's fundamentally a decent elven being, trying to raise his kids as best he can in a Thalmor police state. And mostly he would just prefer his youngest to not start trouble by repeating Thalmor propaganda in a strange country full of potentially hostile humans...
Re: Thicker Than Blood 1.8
Date: 2014-01-21 02:14 pm (UTC)I kinda love her parents btw.
Re: Thicker Than Blood 1.8
Date: 2014-01-24 09:29 pm (UTC)Re: Thicker Than Blood 1.8
Date: 2014-01-25 03:41 am (UTC)The first one really grew on me hardcore, and now I'm just supersupersuper excited!
Re: Thicker Than Blood 1.8
Date: 2014-01-31 11:34 am (UTC)