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Thicker Than Blood 2.1
Date: 2014-01-24 08:38 pm (UTC)A/N: Mild Dragonborn spoilers, mostly due to all the loot Liriel brought back from Solstheim. Also Liriel makes her appearance in this one! I missed her too. :)
Warnings for implied tentacle sex and general debauchery.
“Right, you got everything?” Eola asked, surveying Cicero as he stood in Understone Keep's entrance hall, dressed in the Dark Brotherhood's Shrouded Armour and his usual jester hat, pack on his back and weapons at his waist, chief of which was Molag Bal's Mace, earned after a little escapade involving the unfortunate discovery of a shrine to him in the city – unfortunate for the Vigilant who'd made the discovery anyway. It had been very fortunate indeed for Cicero, Eola, Keirine and Madanach, who'd got a shiny mace, a boost to Eola's reputation as a fearless warrior-mage like her father, a Daedric Shrine to experiment on and the Empire's officials now believing Madanach to be a staunch opponent of dark magics respectively out of the deal.
On his other hip was a little souvenir from Cicero's last visit to Solstheim with Liriel, there to slaughter the First Dragonborn, Miraak. There had been pretty things aplenty out of that one, and Cicero's present had been a sword made out of writhing tentacles that lashed out at its targets, draining the life out of them. He'd called it Calamario.
“Cicero has everything!” Cicero cooed. “He has the armour and the potions and the food and the soul gems and some books and Calamario and his dagger and his mace and spare clothes for us both and Eola's armour packed and all her vital necessities, and Mother was tended to yesterday and those new apprentice initiates that your father sent were told that if she was in anything other than pristine condition on Cicero's return there would be... punishment.” Cicero cracked his knuckles, eyes gleaming at the thought and Eola actually shivered as the Forsworn Bond of Matrimony faithfully delivered the emotion to her. Bonded to Cicero for life. It was an odd experience, especially as Forsworn spouses were magically bonded so that each knew where the other was and what they were feeling. Eola really hadn't been at all sure about it, but she'd been pleasantly surprised. The bond had kicked in, Keirine smiling knowingly as it had entwined them both, and then she and Cicero had looked at each other, both realising they could sense the other in their heads.
Cicero had stared at her, pale, eyes wide and while she'd explained it to him, they all had, she wasn't sure he'd really understood. Was he going to freak out? Did he hate the idea already?
No, had been the answer to that.
“I can feel you!” he whispered. Eola had nodded, focusing on him and realising it wasn't shock or horror she was getting off him, it was amazement. Then he'd started smiling, a deliriously happy smile, despite the tears in his eyes, and then he'd pounced, clutching her to him.
“You're real!” he'd squealed. “You're inside Cicero's head! Cicero isn't... isn't alone any more! Cicero won't be lonely! Cicero never needs to worry about the silence again!”
“No,” Eola whispered as she'd held him. “No you won't, I'll look after you, I promise.” He'd held her even tighter and kissed her, and she'd felt her heart melt as she'd felt him in her mind, a little pulsing ball of a hundred and one flickering emotions that were constantly fluttering and changing – but every so often they'd stop and then she'd look up and realise he was watching her and smiling, thinking of absolutely nothing other than that he loved her dearly.
Re: Thicker Than Blood 2.2
Date: 2014-01-24 08:41 pm (UTC)“And Cicero also has Eola's Staff of Tentacular Delights!” Cicero cooed, waving Eola's Solstheim souvenir at her. Ah yes, the Staff of Tentacles. A formidable weapon, but the true significance had only become apparent after the discovery it had two settings – poisonous and non-poisonous, and the latter gave a lot more fine control than the former. After Liriel had discovered this, wondered in front of her husband one night what on earth the point of it was and got more of an answer than she'd bargained for, it had ended up with Eola a few days later, Liriel blushing throughout the conversation as she'd told Eola she really had no use for the thing, no really, none at all.
Eola and Cicero had had plenty of use for the thing. Grinning, she took it off Cicero, and he really needed to stop looking at her like that or they'd never leave.
“Come on,” she told him. “Time's a wasting. The teleport won't wait all day.”
Almost two years free, and the Reachmen had not been idle. Coin beyond their wildest dreams and a king who encouraged all sorts of magical research had led to innovations found nowhere else, as old magic and Dwemer technology had merged. There were lots of little things but probably the biggest change had been Matriarch Keirine being finally able to work out a way of getting the little personal teleportation network she had at Hag's End to work over longer distances, and to develop a few fixed points that would work for anyone. The result? A permanent portal between Markarth and Cwm Prendwemyn, the Reach's Forsworn-built second town in the north at Deepwood Redoubt, with further portals planned at Sundered Towers and Lost Valley in the next year. Madanach had even approached Jarl Elisif to see about building one at Solitude, but so far the High Queen had been adamant in her refusals. Honestly, Nords. So narrow-minded. Weren't they supposed to be brave? It only involved standing in a magic circle while ReachGuard witchblades stood around you and chanted while sprinkling blood, and then your entire body dissolved and reassembled itself at the other end in seconds. Just because a few of the initial test subjects had died in agony was no reason to abandon such a useful invention in Eola's mind.
So off to what had once been the Shrine of Talos, now home to Markarth City Teleportation Chamber. Goodbyes had been said to Madanach, and now Eola and Cicero were making their way through Markarth's winding city streets. Teleport to Cwm Prendwemyn, a nice restful night at Keirine's, then the carriage to Solitude, ship to Windhelm and then on to Raven Rock. There in a week hopefully. Then two weeks spent murdering their way through Solstheim and back. Great fun!
Cicero skipped ahead, already cackling to himself about slaughtering the Morag Tong, turning a corner into the passage leading to the teleport chamber. Then she felt his mood change to surprise... and delight.
“LISTENER!!!” she heard him shriek, and Eola ran after him. Liriel back already and porting in from Hag's End?? How'd she ended up there? Eola couldn't wait to hear this.
Re: Thicker Than Blood 2.3
Date: 2014-01-24 08:47 pm (UTC)Sweet Namira, was that an Altmer child?? That had the same red hair the woman did, and that Liriel did and Eola felt chills run down her spine.
In the end it was a good thing she'd married Cicero the week before. Eola's alarm shot straight into Cicero's brain and he stopped dead, balancing one leg and pausing just before throwing himself on to the mysterious Justiciar.
Cicero looked, properly this time. The passage way was shadowed, but there were free-standing permanent magelights, another new invention out of Hag's End, around the teleport door which gave enough light for Cicero to see green eyes, not Liriel's golden ones, a few wrinkles around the eyes and the odd grey hair that Liriel didn't have... and a glacial expression of contempt that Liriel had never given Cicero.
“You – you are not... but... er...” Cicero gathered his wits, cheeks bright red as he giggled nervously and backed away.
“Cicero is very sorry, madam, very sorry to have troubled you, he thought you were someone else! Er... Cicero shall be going.” He turned and fled, darting behind Eola and peering nervously over her shoulder as the Justiciar bore down on them.
“You there, girl. Is the gibbering fool with you?”
Even sounded like Liriel, if Liriel was given to ordering people around like that, which she wasn't. Eola drew herself up to her full height, narrowing her own eyes. No one spoke to her Cicero like that. Only her father was allowed to say things like that about Cicero, and that was because he did actually like Cicero deep down, in small doses anyway.
“He's with me,” Eola said tersely. “Justiciar, we weren't expecting the Thalmor. I thought Elenwen had agreed there was little evidence of Talos worship here?”
“Ambassador Elenwen has indeed agreed that the Druadach Kingdom of the Reach is not a hotbed of heresy and that its religious practices, however... unusual... are at least in worship of entities recognised as possessing power beyond the mortal plane,” the Justiciar sniffed, and that was a very Lirielian turn of phrase right there. “However, this is not a standard business call. Where is Liriel.”
Oh sweet Sithis and Namira. Looking and sounding like an older version of Liriel. A Thalmor Justiciar seeking out the Dragonborn. Liriel didn't talk about Alinor much, but Eola knew her family were pillars of society back there. They'd never approve of her marrying a human, and Liriel had said her plans were to stay out here and not return for a few centuries, hoping they'd see the whole Queen of the Reach thing as a youthful dalliance to be ignored.
Looked like that plan was well and truly in the midden.
“Cicero,” Eola said. “Mynd an Caer Dancarrach, a siara gyd ma vada. Siara yan y agarteg ap Davrha-Brenhina daw ansio anas. Go on, go!”
Cicero nodded and sprinted off, having learnt enough of the Reach-Tongue by now to have simple conversations and follow simple instructions, such as the one she'd just given him to warn Madanach his in-laws had just shown up. Leaving Eola alone with the Dragonborn's family.
“She is not in the city,” Eola told her. “She travels abroad quite often, she's not an easy woman to find. After all she's done for us, the Dragon-Queen owes us no account of her whereabouts.”
“She will owe it me when I find her,” the Justiciar growled. “Very well then, where is her residence. I am told she's made quite the home for herself here. That there's... intimates. I'll speak with them if Liriel isn't here.”
Re: Thicker Than Blood 2.4
Date: 2014-01-24 08:53 pm (UTC)“Come with me then,” she said with a shrug. “The King will want to know of this. I am sure he can find you suitable accommodations until Liriel returns. You do of course know Liriel now holds Imperial citizenship and enjoys the protection of the House of Madanach. You will require an extradition process if you wish her to return to the Summerset Isles.”
“I'd heard,” the Justiciar said grimly. “But we shall see what transpires. Meryn! Come on, this young woman's taking us to meet the King.”
Meryn seemed to be the long-suffering merchant who sighed, telekinesed the trunks in what actually took a fair bit of magicka to achieve, and took the girl in his free hand, following after what was clearly his wife. Yes, golden eyes like Liriel's, actually looking kind and benevolent, definitely Liriel's father. And that was Liriel's little sister – Liriel had a little sister! An adorable little sister who was hiding behind her father and peeping shyly out at Markarth, perhaps feeling a bit self-conscious as every single passer-by stopped to have a look, none of them really ever having seen a child Altmer before. The Orcs just nodded and the Nords just glared a bit, but the Reachmen as one stared, gasped and then started cooing.
“Baby elf! Look, there's a baby elf!”
“She's lovely!”
“I didn't know they had baby elves!”
“Well where in the Void did you think they came from, Morven? They don't divide in two to make new ones!”
“Her ears, oh Anu, the ears, look at them!”
“I had no idea they were so cute!”
Ah yes. Reachmen and elves. Despite everything, despite having killed Thalmor as readily as Nords during the occupation, Reachmen did tend to fetishise elves a bit. Normally they'd be a bit more discreet than this though. Evidently the unexpected presence of a little one had sent more than a few people a little mad. Mercifully it was just squealing quietly and whispering. They'd have a lot more to whisper about when word of the visitors' identities got out. Eola shivered as she tried to work out what this all meant for them. Nothing good, in fact she couldn't see a way out of this one that ended well for anyone. If Liriel didn't end up losing her blood-kin, the Reach might well end up losing Liriel.
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“REACH-KING, REACH-KING, SWEET AND LOVELY REACH-KING!!!!”
The shrieking echoed down Understone Keep's passageways, guards standing rigidly to attention partly because protocol demanded it, and partly because Cicero's presence made anyone uneasy. Including his father-in-law.
“Oh gods,” Madanach sighed. Just as he'd got rid of Cicero, looking forward to a nice quiet jester-free few weeks, the little maniac came shrieking back.
“Didn't we just get rid of him?” Borkul muttered, sharing Madanach's opinion on this. “Something can't have gone wrong already.”
Probably not, in fact they couldn't even have ported out yet... unless the portal wasn't working. Sweet gods, had there been an accident??
“Cicero?” Madanach asked as Cicero sprinted up the steps and collapsed in front of the throne, before sitting up, gesticulating wildly. “Is everything all right? Did something happen? Where's Eola?”
“Well!” Cicero gasped. “Well... and alive and intact, no harm to her, no. But she sent me back with a message, a very important message to be delivered at once!”
Worrying. Something had happened and Eola couldn't come herself. Keirine had headed back to Deepwood that morning, so whatever it was had clearly occurred at the Markarth end.
“Borkul, get out there, take some of the palace guard with you, check the city's all right. Find and liaise with Eola and get a report off her.” Would take some time, but likely quicker than debriefing Cicero. “Now, what's the message.”
Re: Thicker Than Blood 2.5
Date: 2014-01-24 08:57 pm (UTC)“Nepos, do you have any idea what he's babbling about now?” Madanach sighed. Nepos didn't look any too certain either, but he had a lot more patience than his king did.
“I think that last bit is daw ansio anas, so someone has just arrived. A guess based on context. Something to do with the Queen, but clearly not her in person or Eola wouldn't have dispatched him with the need for secrecy.”
That would be the a cart egg bit then. “A cart egg y Liriel – well, teg is folk, a car folk of Liriel?”
“People!” Cicero shrieked, tearing at his hair in panic. “A Thalmor Justiciar and her guards, and another man and a little Altmer. Cicero thinks that one might be a child.”
So it was the Thalmor... but Liriel despised the Thalmor, felt betrayed by them, felt ashamed to be Altmer because of them. Eola knew this, would never refer to Thalmor as Liriel's folk.
“Oh, I think I have it!” Nepos exclaimed. “Could it be agarteg, blood-kin? Cicero, was it agarteg y Davrha-Brenhina daw ansio anas?”
“YES YES!” Cicero squealed, bouncing to his feet. “That was it! Oh well done, sirs, you're both so clever.”
Madanach grinned at Nepos, who was also looking rather pleased with himself. They'd got there in the end. So this message was 'Liriel's blood-kin have just got here'.
Silence as the meaning sank in for both king and steward. Then mutual sensations of panic.
“What do I do?” Madanach whispered, fear prickling down his spine. Yes, he'd known she had family, family who'd never approve of their marriage so she'd elected to simply not tell them. She'd assured him they were back in Alinor, didn't travel often these days, her mother got horribly seasick, he'd probably never have to worry about them.
Neither of them had banked on Liriel's family making an appearance here, and if they were here... they probably knew about the wedding. Half of Skyrim had been there, it was hardly a secret. He had in-laws and with barely any notice, he was going to be meeting them, with his wife not even there.
“Run,” Nepos suggested. “I'll make your excuses, tell them you're inspecting our border camps, not expected for another week. Liriel will be back by then, she can deal with them. I'll send a courier to track her down anyway.”
“And the kids, am I supposed to hide them too?” Madanach snapped. “My days of fleeing Markarth with my family are over, Nepos. Cicero, get out of here unseen, get to Vlindrel Hall, take this key. Clear out anything that might embarrass me or your Listener. Any unsuitable books, incriminating paperwork, unique weapons or clothes, anything Daedric or Shrouded or related to the Thieves Guild. Get it back here and get it to Nepos for concealment. Go!”
Cicero took the key and sprinted off, leaving Madanach with his steward.
“We're playing host then,” Nepos said, surprised.
“In a manner of speaking,” Madanach said wearily. “It's Liriel's house, they're Liriel's family, there's still a child's bedroom there. If you can assign them a servant to keep an eye on them, give them Argis' old room, I'll assign the guards to the barracks when they're off-duty. Sithis, but this is going to be awkward.”
“I'll make the arrangements,” Nepos said, patting him on the shoulder. “Don't worry, they can't actually do anything without an incident. I'd wager Liriel's the one they're really angry at.”
Re: Thicker Than Blood 2.6
Date: 2014-01-24 09:02 pm (UTC)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Liriel opened her eyes, wincing in the daylight. She was back where it had all started, back at the Lover Stone, traditional location for Forsworn weddings. Cicero and Eola had got married here a few days previously, as had she last year. It had been the happiest day of her life. She'd curled up in his arms at the end of the day, feeling safe, loved, adored beyond all measure, and thanks to the Forsworn Bond of Matrimony, she'd known Madanach felt the same.
And thanks to Sanguine, now she wasn't at all sure she hadn't just ruined everything. Vague memories kept coming back to her, flashes of vision and she wasn't sure if they were real or hallucinations or fantasies or what... but she had a horrible feeling she'd had sex with someone who wasn't her husband, maybe more than one someone, and said husband not only not minding but encouraging her. Not to mention the parts where she was sure Sanguine had had his tongue down her husband's throat and Liriel hadn't even thought Madanach liked men... or Dremora in this case.
Every time she thought of it all, she wanted to cry, and the desperate race across Skyrim to find out just what they'd managed to do hadn't helped. First visiting Rorikstead to find out she and Madanach had abducted a prize-winning goat and whisked it off to the Hagraven at Bleakwind Bluff, Madanach apparently claiming the best watch-goat in Tamriel was wasted on the farms of Rorikstead. Liriel had had to go and reclaim it, apologising profusely and paying out her hard-stolen cash to Matriarch Esmerelda in order to finally persuade her to part with Gleda. On the other hand, Esmerelda's guards had been negotiating with that farmer Ennis to let them breed Gleda with one of their studs when Liriel finally left, and the prospect of coin and the next generation of prize-winning goats being his to share had seemed to be winning the farmer over, so that was something.
Then there'd been the next lead, Ysolda in Whiterun, who'd been most put out about a missing wedding ring, and told Liriel off for not paying for it, and that even if she and Madanach were taking on another spouse to give them the children Liriel couldn't have, that was no reason to not pay for the ring. Liriel had given her two thousand septims on the spot for the ring and to keep quiet about any such arrangement, and where was this mysterious third anyway?
She'd turned out to be Matriarch Moira of Witchmist Grove who'd helped with the Battle of Windhelm when Madanach's army had camped out on the Aalto plain right next to her home. Apparently after enlisting her aid in wiping out the giant camp to the south, they'd gone back to hers and that 'silver-tongued husband' of hers had apparently been rather grateful, as had she. Liriel hadn't wanted to know any more, just wanting to know where they'd been before turning up here. Moira had looked most put out that there wasn't going to be a repeat of last time, but she'd given in when Liriel had threatened to set fire to her and shrieked that she'd been promised a new tower in Morvunskar for her trouble, she wanted her tower!
Liriel had gone back to where Aranea Ienith, Jenassa and Serana, the three journeyman initiates of Reachcliff Sanctuary, had been waiting, all avoiding her eyes and looking like they were desperately trying not to laugh, and tersely told them to pull themselves together, they were taking Morvunskar. Which they had done, and two Elven mages, one Elven mercenary-assassin and a Nord vampire necromancer had had no trouble dealing with its denizens. Then the portal had opened and Liriel had sent Jenassa back to let Moira know the castle was hers before emptying the loot chest and stepping through with Aranea and Serana.
Sanguine himself had greeted her, welcoming her back and looking disappointed her husband wasn't here this time.
Re: Thicker Than Blood 2.7
Date: 2014-01-24 09:08 pm (UTC)“Oh no, I've already had to service one Daedra, that was enough,” Serana said firmly.
“No one else will ever compare to Azura,” Aranea had said wistfully, and Liriel really did not need to know this about her friends.
So in the end, Sanguine had given her the Sanguine Rose and sent her back here to where it had all started and Aranea and Serana had ended up back in Windhelm, at least she hoped so. She was sure a Daedra-worshipping Dunmer mage and a vampire necromancer could look after themselves anyway. Right now, she was more concerned about her husband. She'd not really been able to feel him like she normally did, his presence had been there but... muted. Like he'd been asleep the whole time. She hoped he was all right. Despite the fact all this was at least half his fault, possibly more since he'd been the one to drunkenly invite Sam over, greeting him as an old friend and offering him potent Reach jenever and introducing him to Liriel as a drinking buddy he'd befriended at Argis's stag night. Had Liriel been sober at the time, she'd have remembered the intoxicated mess Madanach had been in at said stag night and dragged him home, but alas she had not and the results... well. She'd just been lucky Madanach had held her on Fredas morning and told her he was sorry, so sorry, he didn't know or want to know what happened, but she was still his wife and he loved her, please don't leave him, he'd do anything. She'd cried from relief he didn't hold anything against her and told him she didn't want anyone else, ever.
“Nor do I,” he'd whispered back, tears in his own eyes. “You're my beautiful, perfect wife and I don't want anyone but you.”
Liriel could feel tears coming back as she remembered it all, and she could feel the emotion welling up inside as she thought of her husband – maybe a human, maybe an older one at that, but hers, all hers, her sweet, loving, half-crazy, ruthless, powerful and dangerous husband and by Sithis, she missed him.
Madanach, Madanach, I love you, I'm coming home. The bond didn't transmit thoughts, not exactly, but if one was thinking about the other, the other could tell, and the strength of the feelings was usually apparent.
And there he was, awake at last, feeling her and responding, reaching out to her, love and care as always... and panic. Something was wrong, he was worried, he needed her. Was it one of the kids? Or Eola? Had Cicero done something horrible?
Liriel didn't know, but she didn't waste any time wondering. Grabbing her things, she took off at a run. The Reach's Queen was coming home.
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A/N: Eola's words to Cicero are 'Go to Understone Keep and speak to my father. Tell him Liriel's family have just arrived'. Next up, Madanach meets his in-laws. :)
Re: Thicker Than Blood 2.7
Date: 2014-01-25 03:57 am (UTC)Re: Thicker Than Blood 2.7
Date: 2014-01-25 11:45 am (UTC)