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Hey guys! Welcome to part 3!
Make sure you've read the previous parts! You can find links to them in the act six index spoiler at the bottom of the post.
Previously on: The Frost of AgesSpoiler
Storn: So every life cursed by the beast is his follower? Is it truly right to take away their will for your personal cause?
Storn: Their lives will be a daze, fading in and out of consciousness. One moment, their snout may be gently stroked, the next, it is buried into the flesh of a foe they do not remember killing. Imagine that for every beast in existence.
Torund: That sounds pretty bad alright...
Taeyva: Torund, please, I-
Torund: ...but that's because you described the life of every werewolf. I've killed more than I can count because I couldn't control it. I'm a killer, I know this. I've accepted it. But not everyone is and not everyone can. When you discover you've killed and have no memory of it...
Torund: If they're under your control, they won't be able to kill unless ordered to, right?
Taeyva: Yes! Exactly.
Torund: Then I'm with you.
Torund: Those chains are supposed to limit you! How are you-
Taeyva: I've waited too long to have it slip from my grasp.
Taeyva: You will not make me fail again.
Taeyva: This spell will force a transformation out of you. From there you will do as I command. It's the only way.
Taeyva: I'm sorry.
Torund: I won't let you do this!Spoiler
The fire crackles in the center of the longhouse. Embers spew from the blaze and burst into the air. Shadows from the flames dance across the walls.
To Storn Crag-Strider, the display is captivating.
He stands inside the longhouse, arms relaxed at his sides, taking a brief respite from maintaining the barrier. It will be a couple of hours until his presence is required to re-stabilize it; until then, Nikulas and Finna should have no trouble holding it. Storn could sleep, sit down, or even just close his eyes, but he can't.
Taeyva's departure roiled the tumult of his mind. The confident smirk on her lips as she sauntered off gave him chills. How could she be so sure of herself? The barrier can withhold an entire Daedric Lord; surely, it can at least weaken her.
His daughter's voice pulls him from his thoughts.
Frea: Take this time to rest. You are going to need your strength.
Storn sighs. His eyes struggle to stay open, laden with exhaustion.
Storn: No. There isn't time.
Storn: At any moment, she could be here. I must be ready to hold her off.
Frea huffs. She tenses up and squeezes shut her eyes. After taking a deep breath, she slowly exhales, letting her shoulders fall with it.
Frea: You're exhausted, Father. Please, try to get some res-
THUD! THUD! THUD!
An aggressive pounding on the door stifles the conversation.
Frea's hand instinctively flies to her waraxe.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
The door shudders again as another set of banging pounds against it. Frea fidgets in place, a tinge of trepidation creeps through her. Despite wearing fully armored gloves, the sweat beading in her palms makes her grip feel unsteady.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
Storn gulps. All of the exhaustion he's accumulated over the last few days suddenly crashes into him at once. His hands tremble at the thought of what might be on the other side of the door. There's no way he can do anything to stop it in his current condition.
His eyes grow wide when the latch clicks, shifting the decrepit handle as the door creaks slowly open.
Frea lowers her guard, doing the same with her weapon.
Frea: What are you doing here?
Torund hunches over in the front of the house, his breaths coming out in ravenous pants. With each one, his shoulders give a heavy rise and fall.
Torund: Something's happened...
Torund: Taeyva... She... She's lost it.
Torund: We need to talk.Spoiler
Taeyva: I'm sorry.
Torund: I won't let you do this!
Torund slams his palm down. It pummels through the snow and plants firmly against the ground. As Taeyva's spell crackles towards him, a surge of intensity fires throughout his body. He locks his arm firm, firing himself towards her.
Torund: Get off of me! Hrah!
Torund's fist smashes into Taeyva's chin with an audible crack. Her head snaps back like a whip, yanking her body with it. She spirals off of him, tumbling over herself into the snow below.
As she struggles to pull herself up, Torund hastily clambers to his feet.
Torund: Enough! What in oblivion has gotten into you?
She manages to push herself onto one arm. Her shoulders heave violently and her entire body shakes.
Taeyva: You don't want to do this, Torund.
Torund holds out his hand, having finally regained his balance, and adopts the most calming voice he can.
Torund: Take a breath, okay?
Torund: You're not yourself right now.
Taeyva: Shut up!
Taeyva: I'm more myself than I've ever been. You don't know me. Don't act like you do!
Torund: I know you better than you thi-
Torund cuts off as she suddenly shoots to her feet. She rears back a clenched fist and charges at him. A wild madness flashes in her eyes.
Taeyva: Shut up!
Torund: You asked for it.
He digs his boots into the snow, creating small footholds. With his feet planted firm he raises his hands in preparation. Taeyva's maddened charge is nothing more than a burst of rage. There is no proper form in it, only hasty aggression. It will be easy to counter.
As soon as she gets close enough, she fires forward her fist. Torund arcs his back to the side. Her fist soars through the air, not so much as nicking the hairs on his chest.
All the momentum sends Taeyva careening forward. Her boots get caught in the snow and she topples off balance. Torund could easily let her fall, but it wouldn't change anything. She'll learn not to fight him the hard way.
He grabs her extended wrist with his left hand, squeezing with enough force to turn both his and her knuckles white. His other hand slams into the back of her head, yanking back on her hair to keep her in place.
Torund: Let this be a lesson to you...
Torund releases her hair, at the same time ripping his other arm forward along with Taeyva's wrist. Her body stumbles ahead of him; his grip the only thing keeping her on her feet. As she starts to tip over, Torund brings his other hand back to her head. His palm slams into it. He releases his grip on her wrist and fires against her head like a piston.
Torund: Don't mess with me!
Taeyva is chucked through the air like a pebble. She soars the the air and crashes into the bridge, causing it to sway.
Torund: Give it up. No matter how you attack, you'll always end up the same way.
Taeyva doesn't answer. The bridge continues to rock back and forth. It creaks and groans with every movement, moaning as Taeyva struggles to her feet.
Taeyva: We'll see about that.
Torund: What? No! Get off the bridge and...
Torund trails off. Taeyva no longer seems to hear him. She doesn't move from the bridge, her head shaking as her body begins to tense up. A steady wind starts to blow over the mountain side, shifting the snow and brushing against the waterfall. Water droplets spatter over the bridge, freezing on impact. It gusts over his ears, muffling the world around him. Inside of them, a strange, yet somehow familiar, muttering echoes in his head. He cannot parse a single phrase, each sound coming out as an inaudible chant. He doesn't know how, but he recognizes them as words.
Then it hits him that they aren't in his head at all. They're from Taeyva.
Torund: T-Taeyva. What is going on?
There is no sign that she even heard him. The wind picks up, blowing violently. The bridge begins to rock, water gushing from the waterfall starts to slosh in the air, as if the wind is literally scooping it up in it's arms.
Torund: Taeyva! Stop this!
The muttering grows louder. It now resounds louder than the wind, roaring in his head like the howls of a thousand wolves.
Suddenly, Taeyva arches her back, extending her arms with flexed, clawing fingers.
Torund: Taeyva, stop! Sto- What the...
Torund's breath flees his body as terror takes it's place. On the other side of the bridge, the snow begins to shift intensely as if an earthquake was occurring in that very spot. Some of it starts to rise in the air. It continuous to shake and tumble to the ground, revealing a large object underneath.
The object drifts slowly through the air like an old ship. It comes to a gradual stop and hovers over the bridge, bobbing up and down slightly. As it does, the wind begins to recede along with the mutterings. But Torund hardly notices.
His beating heart pounds against the inside of his chest as he stares down the center of a massive, jagged, tree trunk.
Torund: How did you...
Taeyva gives him no time to react. She lurches around, shoving her heels against the wooden boards. The trunk, as if it were just strung onto a bow, fires forward like an arrow.
Torund: Shit shit shit shit!
Without a thought, Torund flees. A terrifying whoosh! grows in volume behind him. He doesn't even bother to look behind. Slamming his feet into the ground, he catapults himself to the side just as the tree passes over him.
A powerful blast of frigid air billows behind the trunk as it dives into the snow ahead of him. An splintering crack screeches the air as the trunk scrapes to a halt against a frozen stone.
Torund: What the fuck...
Torund, stunned by the close call, struggles to a kneeling position. He cranes his head and glowers at Taeyva. She sways atop the bridge, contemptuously scowling at him as arcs of magic return to her hands.
Taeyva: Had enough?
Torund sighs. He hoped it wouldn't have come to this. He reaches behind him, wrapping his fingers around the cold metal of his warhammer.
Torund: Fine. If that's how you want to play it.
Torund springs to his feet. He doesn't even finish fully grasping his weapon as he charges forward. If her earlier punch told him anything, it's that she doesn't know how to fight in melee. All he has to do is close the gap and he'll be able to land an easy strike.
Torund: Take this!
Taeyva's lips curl into a smirk.
Taeyva: Hmmph. Perfect.
Torund expects Taeyva to hold her ground or flee. Instead, she charges him. A maddened ferocity pulses in her eyes.
But it doesn't slow Torund down. He adjusts his attack, digging his right heel in front of him. It thuds against the bridge, forcing him to a stop just as Taeyva comes into range. He tightens his grip on his warhammer and swings out.
It soars harmlessly through the air.
Torund: What the-
Torund: How the fuck did you get so fast?
Taeyva arches her back, twirling gracefully out of reach of his attack. As she spins intricately around him, Torund catches a glimpse of her eyes, red like blood, bearing the same mischievous intent that is evident in her smile.
Taeyva: Heh. Wouldn't you like to know.
She weaves under him like a snake, springing behind him and then scampering onto solid ground.
Torund stumbles onto the bridge, his heavy feet cause it to wobble and creak. Unable to keep up, he only manages to turn around in the time it takes Taeyva to completely flank him.
Torund: Not again...
Taeyva: That's right.
Taeyva eyes Torund intently as a shadow passes over her. Her fingers curl together while her arm rises, raising the hulking tree trunk in the air once again.
Taeyva: Take this!
She juts out her arm, shooting the tree trunk out with it. It torpedoes through the air, snow and debris flying off like shrapnel. In just a few moments it will impale him if he doesn't move.
Trapped on the bridge, he can't dodge to the side. Outrunning it now is completely impossible too. There's only one way he can go: forward.
He digs his toes between two beams. Using it as leverage, he ducks low, pushing against it like a spring. As the trunk nears his head, he dives forward, extending his legs out in front of him.
The tree soars above him. A small branch snaps against his helmet.
His foot reaches the cliff side just as the bridge starts to rumble. Using all the momentum from the slide, Torund lurches his body around, sending his hammer crashing into Taeyva's jaw.
An ear splitting crack echoes across the canyon as Taeyva spirals through the air. The tree, spinning out of control, careens into the bridge, splintering the wood of each.
They all tumble through the air and slam into the ground; snow flutters out from below them. It drifts delicately downwards, joining with the icy layer atop the tree and bridge and melting against Taeyva's warm, still skin.Spoiler
Torund, Storn, and Frea gather together by the fire as Torund concludes his tale. Despite their distaste in their guest, Storn and Frea listened intently and respectfully. It isn't until Torund completely finishes that they speak up, apprehension replacing their earlier pensive appearance.
Torund: She's probably still unconscious. I don't know. But when she wakes up I'm sure she'll come here.
Storn: All-Maker help us... This is worse than I thought.
Torund: Look, you people obviously know a lot. But I'm telling you, this isn't what she's normally like. It's like she's... she's...
Torund shakes his head, fumbling over himself as he fails to find the right words. To his surprise, Frea finds them for him; however what she says is something Torund never would have chosen.
Frea: A Daedra.
He gapes at her, sure that she misspoke or he understood her wrong. She matches his stare, her expression as cold at the frost on the windows, and repeats herself.
Frea: She's a Daedra.
Torund's jaw draws tighter. He isn't sure if he should feel bewildered or furious. As his chest starts to swell, Storn swiftly cuts in.
Storn: No. She isn't a Daedra. At least... not entirely.
Torund exhales, his aggravation beginning to quell. He can feel his temper teeter on the verge of tipping, and gestures for Storn to continue.
Storn: According to your beliefs, the Aedric Pantheon, she isn't one. However, according to the All-Maker, she is.
Torund purses his lips, scrunching his eyes and brows as well. Storn has only just begun and already countless questions tumble through his mind.
Storn cocks his head, noticing the uncertainty in Torund's face, and continues.
Storn: The All-Maker created all there is. We would like to believe it was all his doing, but we cannot deny the existence of the Daedra and their ability to do the same.
As Storn finishes, Frea chimes in as if the discussion has been rehearsed.
Frea: They're called Prophets. They are the incarnate will of Godly beings.
A shudder ripples over Torund's spine. His hand rubs the back of his neck, the air seems to bite at him with frigid fangs, casting a foreboding chill over his body despite the warmth of fire mere feet away.
Torund: Wait... So she's not human?
Frea bobs her head side to side while giving a casual shrug.
Frea: It's hard to say. Admittedly, we don't know much about them either. They're existence is... rare. To say the least.
Storn gives Frea a nod, taking the lead in the discussion.
Storn: According to legend, they actually harbor a portion of their fathering Daedric Lord's power. Most of that power, however, only comes out when a Prophet is about to fulfill one of their predestined purposes. In Taeyva's case: enacting The Hunt. This could be her only role, or just one of many. It is impossible to know for sure.
Torund falters. He tries to speak up, but his tongue is in knots. Fortunately, his gawking silence is enough for Storn to understand, and he continues.
Storn: Documented information of Prophets existence are outlandish and few in number. We thought they were a myth. I had no idea what to do when Taeyva first came here fourteen years ago. I tried to convince the child in her to abandon her destiny. She was young, clueless. She couldn't possibly have known what she really is.
Torund: What happened?
Storn takes a deep breath. He opens and closes his mouth, shaking his head. A subtle "ah" or "mm" escapes his lips, suggesting him about to begin but never actually doing it. Frea rests her hand on his shoulder and nods, receiving one back, and takes over.
Frea: We discovered that there's no point in trying to convince her. It has nothing to do with stubbornness or ignorance, but a lack of free will. She was created for a single, or even many, purposes. It is wired in her brain.
Frea: That strange muttering you heard from her? My father described hearing something similar that day. "Words that aren't words at all. A static that rings in your head like a toiling bell; impossible to understand, yet easily recognizable as a language." We think that signals when she loses control, but we don't know.
Torund: So... Her rampage... It's because I tried to stop her from doing her purpose? But she lost it before she said those mutterings. She's been acting strange since we arrived on Solstheim. It doesn't make any se-
Storn holds up his hand. Torund's fists start to tighten, but he loosens them immediately. Now is not the time to let his temper take control.
Storn: You said those chains she wears limit her?
Torund hesitantly nods his head, unsure of where Storn could be going.
Storn: I see. I don't know what they do, but I know for sure that nothing is capable of containing the power she holds. The telekinesis she displayed against you is child's play compared to her full potential. Do you know anything else?
Torund: I first met her was when she was imprisoned in them. They were created in the Oblivion Crisis, if I remember right. The Vigilant of Stendarr use them on Daedra Worshipers to stop them from using magic or something. I know she can still use magic though, she just gets really tired afterwards.
Storn nods. He puts a fist to his chin and methodically taps his foot, suddenly captivated by the floorboards. Torund swears he can actually see the gears in Storn's head turning while he ponders. After some agonizingly long seconds, he lifts his head and resumes speaking, now with a dreadfully serious tone.
Storn: The only way I can see those chains working on her is if they compress her magicka reserves. Even though she harbors power like that of a Daedric Lord, she is still physically human, and requires magicka to use that power. As soon as she arrived here, that power began to well up inside her. But because of those chains she can't properly release it, putting immense strain onto her body.
Torund falters. He leans back, letting all of the information settle. The more that does, the more hysteria he feels.
Torund: There has to be a way to help her! We can do something surely!
Storn shirks back. He clutches his sleeve, raising eyebrow with a sneer.
Torund: Yes, we! Who the fuck else? The entire island is dead except for us!
Storn scoffs. His lips curl with disgust as he glares at Torund abhorrently.
Storn: The Skaal owe her nothing. Eventually the strain on her body will become too great and she will die. One less problem to worry about.
Torund's heart skips a beat. A fury of like he has never felt before surges up his body. His vision blurs as his hands tremble, all of his focus zooming in on the Skaal's throat. It takes every ounce of self control, abounds of it already fleeting, to keep himself from popping the man's head clean off his shoulder's. But he can't muster enough to hold himself back.
Rage taking over, Torund lurches forward and grasps hold of Storn's tunic. He hefts him into the air, above his head. His teeth clench with so much ferocity that his voice comes out like the bark of a rabid wolf. Spit flies from his lips like venom.
Torund: You spineless fuck! You know how to save her! Tell me!
Immediately, Frea yanks out her axe. She brandishes it threateningly while screaming at Torund with a hiss.
Frea: Drop him now!
Before either of them can react, Storn, to both of their surprise, speaks out.
Storn: No. Frea. Lower your weapon.
Frea: What? Uh...
Frea gawks at him, incredulous. She huffs and eases back, her weapon still in hand.
Storn lets out a breath and turns back to Torund. He gulps.
Storn: There is... one way...
Storn: But it comes with it's own set of problems. If we do it then-
Torund: Tell me. Now.
Storn: The barrier. I can re-tune it to absorb the rest of her magicka. It will take all the strain off her body and return her to normal but...
Storn: It isn't a guarantee. If there is too much then it will literally tear her body apart. Not to mention we will be destroyed along with her. The barrier will also fall with it and-
Storn cuts off as Torund releases his grip. He tumbles onto the floor and grunts in pain. Frea rushes to his aide.
Torund glowers at them from above.
Torund: Looks like we have a plan then.
Frea eases Storn to a sitting position; her eyes never leave him. Her father rubs his head uncomfortably, the trauma of the experience not helping his exhaustion.
Frea: Are you alright?
Storn: I'm... I'm okay.
Torund: It's time to stop hiding, Storn.
Torund grinds his teeth as he speaks. He tries his best to comes across brazen and assertive, without showing his aggravation.
Torund: Sitting under your barrier only delays the inevitable. You know that.
Torund: It's time you actually do something about it.
He marches to the door and stops. He faces the two Skaal and juts out his finger.
Torund: I'm going to hold her off. Are you going to play your part?
Storn and Frea share a look. The apprehension, evident in Frea's expression, lifts as Storn cracks a faint smile, giving her a firm nod. He then turns back to Torund and does the same.
Storn: You can count on us.
For the first time since he set foot on Solstheim, Torund can feel his attitude lift. Cracking a hopeful smile for the first time in a while, he returns Storn's nod and bellows out a fired up cry.
Torund: Let's save that pain in my ass!Spoiler
Outside of the longhouse, the three of them are startled to find that the village has already gathered around the front entrance. Each of the Skaal has their weapon drawn, but where their blades bear a threatening semblance, most faces do not. Many hands shake, rattling the iron handles in their grip. Expressions are drawn tight with fear and worry; an emotion Torund recognizes all too easily.
Oslaf assumes command as soon as the trio steps out, bearing a more confident aura than his comrades.
Oslaf: I got the village to gather here as soon as she arrived. Everyone's present except for Deor. I-
Frea swiftly cuts in, speaking with a rare type of patient urgency that only an experienced leader could have. Torund is impressed.
Frea: Where is he?
Oslaf: Past the horker hut. He charged at her with his axe. I couldn't stop him. Storn, Frea... What are we going to do?
Frea: We're going to calm her down. Torund?
Oslaf falters, rapidly looking back and forth from Frea to Torund.
Oslaf: What? Are we chums now or something?
Torund ignores the remark, his attention taking by the horizon ahead. It's been so long since he last felt this type of fear, he thought he'd forgotten it. Just over the ridge, Taeyva's life hangs on the slim chance that this works.
If it doesn't, he, and all The Skaal, will probably die. But that isn't what drives his fear now.
Torund: I'll do what I can to buy time. Can you get the barrier ready by then?
Oslaf: Wait, what? Storn, what's he talking about?
Storn: I only need a few minutes.
Torund swallows and fills his lungs with a shaky breath. He exhales loudly, giving a commanding nod.
Torund: Good. The rest of you stay here.
Torund: She is my responsibility.
Deor: Please! Please, no! I'm sorry!
Taeyva: You charge at me with this axe and think an apology will save you?
Taeyva: Oh, how ironic it will be when I bury this between your eyes, you she-
The axe tumbles back the ground. Taeyva twists around and snarls, the madness in her eyes more vivid and deranged than when he last saw her.
Taeyva: You won't win again, you know.
Torund meets her glare with a scorn. With his arm raised, he stomps towards her, his shoulder's broadened and muscles flexed.
Torund: I'm not here to fight.
Torund shoots Deor a quick look, making sure to return his focus to Taeyva as soon as possible. Though brief, it was enough to get the message across, as Deor flips over off his back and scrambles back to join the rest of the Skaal.
His scream is impossible to miss, yet Taeyva doesn't flinch. Locked in the tension of one another, neither she nor Torund make a move.
Taeyva: Then what is it? G-gonna... t-try to calm me down or... or something...
Each word is forced out with visible effort. She grunts with every pause; her entire body shudders each time.
Taeyva: It... hurts.
Torund gulps and outstretches one hand consolingly. His heart beats faster as the trepidation already gnawing at him starts to build.
Torund: Hey hey hey, look here okay? I'm going to get you through this.
She no longer seems to hear him. She hunches over with arms raised, fingers tightening over her quivering hands. It ripples down them, over her arms and across her body, until every part of her succumbs to a violent trembling.
Taeyva: You can't. Nobody... c-can.
Her arms flop to her sides. They tense back up as her shoulder's rise along with her trembling. A glimmer flashes in her eye and slides down her cheek, sparkling in the setting sun.
Taeyva: It's a... p-part... of me.
Taeyva: And yet... I... I still fail...
Her body shakes with a violent intensity, so much that Torund can feel it as well. Then he realizes it isn't her at all, but the area around him. Snow jitters over his boots as the ground below starts to shift. A deep, resonant hum pulses in Torund's head. He forces steady breaths amidst the developing pressure, doing whatever he can to maintain a complacent appearance despite amounting panic and terror threatening his will to snap.
Torund: You didn't fail, Taeyva.
Suddenly she cries out. The suffering in her voice shatters. The subtle humming ruptures into a ear splitting explosion.
Taeyva: You don't know that!
Torund's eyes grow wide. The sound persists, blasting into his skull like thunder. The specks of snow, previously just skipping about, bound up and down with the tumultuous roaring. His knees start to shake. The air weighs down on him, punching and digging into his shoulders and head. He can't keep on his feet. He doesn't feel his knees buckle, yet the world begins to rise above him. He looks down. His boots are still planted firmly in the snow. He looks to the left. The flame in the brazier snuffs out. The rusted iron starts to groan. It vibrates vehemently, rising into the air. To his right, the decrepit, wooden hut starts to splinter. It caves into itself. Wooden beams snap inwardly. Splintered shrapnel explodes from the cracks.
He turns forward. Around Taeyva the air itself shakes. Behind her an entire house levitates, swaying like a boat in stormy seas.
As Torund gapes at the carnage, Taeyva continues to cry out. Either oblivious to what she is doing or too far along to stop anyway, Torund doesn't know.
Taeyva: I was born into this! Everything I am is just a role! A purpose! No one knows what that's like!
Torund's eyes remain locked on the house as it continues to rise. Despite the continuous thundering around him, Taeyva's voice emanates loud and clear. In it is something different than before... something human. An anguish that only true suffering can cause plagues every word. This isn't the girl who told him to kill The Skaal back on the bridge. This is the child he met ten years ago. The innocent, hopeful girl whom he rescued from the Vigilant's capture.
She isn't gone yet.
Frea: Torund! Get ready!
His eyes grow wide. He had forgotten about the barrier. Taeyva is on the brink of coming back, he can feel it. If they activate it now...
He turns back to Taeyva. If there was any hope of bringing her back normally, it is gone now. Her voice comes out a bitter hiss, her sense of betrayal evident in her entire being.
Taeyva: You're helping them? Against me?
He raises his hands defensively. He starts to lose control as panic takes over. He sputters out a response with quivering lips, petrified that he won't be able to mend the situation.
Torund: No. No! It's to bring you back to who you are! They are trying to help!
Taeyva: And you believed them? Don't you know how much they despise me?
Frea: Hurry, Father!
Storn: Just a couple of seconds...
Taeyva: I never should have trusted you. You fu-
Frea: Go, Torund! Run!
Every sound around them ceases. The barrier above folds into itself like a funnel. It cracks like a fissure in the sky. Then, like a bolt of lightning, it surges towards Taeyva. She screams as it pierces her body. A blinding burst of light blasts outwards as sound returns with a single, sudden explosion.
Torund's hands rush to shield his face. His eyes instinctively slam shut, but he pries them open. He fights with everything he has to keep them squinted just enough to make out Taeyva's outline.
They start to burn and crackle. He knows he can go blind at any moment, yet in the searing whiteness of the light, only one thing concerns him.
Torund: Don't you dare die on me, Taeyva.
To be continued in part 4...
Act Six Index:
Let me know if any pose from the fight scene really interested you. It was 100% custom made out of poses that I am considering for Colly's Poser V3. So if one really caught your eye or something, let me know and I'll make sure that one is included. Thanks!
Hey hey! Here's the second part of this Tammie's adventure to hopefully chase your monday blues away! Hope you guys enjoy it!
Now I know I posted that I'd have Winter's Night Chapter 8 ready by now but....I got distracted.
Destiny 2 was on sale..and I got it...and the grind is real man. So I haven't actually made any progress on Chapter 8 and it's essentially still 50% ready.
On top of that my job's got a lot of overtime going on at the moment, gotta earn that dough!
So hopefully more time frees up for me soon so I can find the motivation to keep Skyrimming.
Well enough about me, have some Tammie!
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And that's all for now! Hope ya'll enjoyed it!
Yep an image of Ash in the dawnguard armour, there's another picture of her here; https://www.nexusmods.com/skyrim/images/687136 and I didn't realise until after I took that image I haven't given her an amulet of Kynareth yet. But anyway the main reason for this entry is actually a positive one, I wanted to talk about the music I like and what my favourite songs are (and why.)
The main type of music I like is metal (there is some punk in there, but that's limited to NoFX and the Offspring) with Skindred and Iron Maiden being my two favourite bands. My love of metal was actually kindled by a group of people I knew in Guild Wars where they did an online radio show that played various metal bands (a few non metal ones as well, but the emphasis for that is on few) which introduced me to different bands such as Trivium and Nightwish (and Iron Maiden as well actually, listening to that show was the first time I listened to Maiden) and from there I started listening to more and more bands (it's not the only way I found out about bands, one of my mates introduced me to Rammstein long before I listened to that show) such as Skindred, Crossfaith and NoFX. Nowadays there's an absolute shitload of bands I listen to as well as some I've stopped listening to (Bullet for my Valentine being the main one, I'm not a 14 year old edgelord anymore) that span quite a few of the subgenres from death metal (Dethklok) to thrash metal (Trivium) to symphonic metal (Nightwish) to German industrial metal (Rammstein) to Scottish pirate metal (Alestorm) to Nu metal (Korn) to Welsh Ragga metal (Skindred) etc. etc. that I never actually get bored of listening to the music on my phone or ipod. However like all music fans there are some songs I like more than others and for me the best ones are the ones I don't get bored of listening to, hence Skindred and Iron Maiden being two of my favourite bands they both have multiple songs that never bore me from Fear of the Dark which introduced me to Iron Maiden to We Want that made me fall in love with Skindred. If I didn't have music to listen to I would probably go insane, even if it's just the shitty Christmas music that's being played on a nonstop loop this time of year (working an 8 hour shift with music you don't like playing for almost the entirety of it is not a fun experience.)
But anyway below are some of the songs I consider to be perfect with some explanations as to why I think that;Spoiler
It's so upbeat, makes a nice change from listening to less upbeat songs and it never gets boring listening to it.
Less upbeat than We Want, but again it's a song that I don't get bored of listening to.
Again I don't get tired of listening to it (sensing a theme here?) However it's also special (to me anyway) as it's the song that introduced me to Iron Maiden.
It's an all around amazing song and pretty much the same as the above three. Bruce Dickinson is a fucking genius.
An 18 minute Punk Rock song, that's right EIGHTEEN minutes when most punk rock songs are at most 4 or 5 minutes long. I remember hearing NoFX referred to as the punk rock rolling stones (although that might be an exaggeration they used for one of their songs) but for a genre that doesn't actually appeal to me outside of two bands they're fucking amazing
So yeah, sorry to subject you all to that but I felt like talking about my musical taste.
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It looks like the boundaries between the Bethesda games break through the power of mooding in this episode! Witness the epicness and power of modding with your own eyes!
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After the vampire menace swept Skyrim, Dengeir was found dead, killed by his own ancestor vampire Vighar (cause you didn't do that quest, did you? ). Tekla soon found a new job helping Gunmar keep the trolls in line by keeping the Falkreath ones happy.
Mjoll, on the other hand, lost a bet or so she told Aerin. Whether that's true is up to you.
Most of the court has grown bored with the weekly wenching though Elisif is always seen paying rapt attention. Bolgeir never complains either, especially when his favorite thane turns up. (The maids really like taking a turn because it means they get excused from cleaning the rug, well that one. Sometimes they are cleaning a rug on the rug )
A few people suspect the Court Orgy was just something Falk and Bryling came up with so they could have sex without rumors about their "negotiations". Since they're the most common participants and always with the newest thane, there might be something to that. No one seems to suspect the Thane of anything but since it didn't start till she showed up and seduced most of the court, you have to wonder...
Becoming Berserker of Eastmarch
Frea was on the way to became a berserker, she walked naked in a coldest day of the hold, being ready to complete the warrior rite.
As her bare feet stepped on the cold snow, she saw the bear.
The bear what she needed to find, he slept peacefully, he was a strong mighty black bear in his prime, one who could even not be defeated the average warriors of Windhelm and killed many of them, ones who failed the rite. As she looked him, the words of the one who tasked her to do it.
He was known as the Madman of Eastmarch, an old grizzled warrior wearing almost no armor and only covered with remains of a bear, he was the one who decide who will be berserker in the hold and the one who thought out the trials becomning one.
Madman of Eastmarch: To become a Berserker of Eastmarch, you need to be the weapon itself first, berserker is an rampaging warrior, armed or not it will slaughter any day, anytime. The rite is simple, wait during the coldest day of Eastmarch and found the deadliest bear and kill it bare naked with only a mere shiv as backup to your own hand.
She hided behind the stonepillar, to not let him awakened by her pressence, she was starting to get herself ready to fight him.
She walked slowly towards him.
She crawled down and used a more sneaky approach to him in order to caught him suprise.
She was getting close to him, she grabbed her shiv strongly.
Then she yelled at him and runned forward him.
The bear immediatly awakened, he was full of rage.
He was not taken by suprise and started attacking her. They fighted.
The battle took hours in the frozen weather, but in the end Frea turned as victor. She killed him with barehands and a sharpless shiv.
As feat is defeating the mighty bear unarmored with relying her own strength and a shiv, the victory not came easy withouth any price.
As expected she was tired of the battle, dodging him exhausted her and...
She was full of bruises, scars of the long battle with the bear, her body was covered with wounds, she even got one scar in her face.
But this was not let her down, she was getting ready to do the last part of the rite. She grabbed her shiv and looked at the bear.
The last part of his words came to her mind while she do it.
Madman of Eastmarch: If you kill the bear, rip of his head and skin it and wear it. Die like a pathetic worm or come back as Berserker who killed and drink blood of the mightiest bear of Eastmarch. Don't disappoint me like the others.
Hours later, she was finished with the skinning and weared the bear head, the weather of the cold Eastmarch was calmed down.
She was covered of the bear's blood, it was still warm and fresh, As the rite demanded she her body weared the blood of the bear and she drank some of it.
She sat up and started walking home as the one who succed the Madman of Eastmarch's rite.
I had a written exam in Friday morning at 8:15 for my Master’s college. It was time limited exam. We had only one hour to write it. Two hours later I got the mail that my exam’s grade was “B minus”. Fuck. I don’t want to make excuses saying that I wrote it badly because of latest unpleasant events but they had impact on me. The main cause for lower grade was my bad knowledge of the subject and lousy preparation. I knew what will comfort me; excellent sex with my luvs. So, I came to the Hotel. They took 15 minutes break and we had a quick sex. They returned to their duties and I had a tea with my boss. I told him about my bad grade and he laughed.
Boss: You call “B minus” a bad grade?! Hahaha ….. Oh, my dear Eva ……When I was PhD student I was average student. I was happy when I got “B” and I organized a feast when got “A”. Therefore, you have no reason to be worry if you get “B’s” or “C’s”. Sometimes grades doesn’t reflect our true knowledge. For me, it is important that you do your job well. Your Master’s college degree is just advantage for you in your carrier. Having high grades is good, but not most important. Don’t overwhelm yourself with studying more then you need. Your marriage has top priority. If you have happy and good marriage, you’ll do your job good for you will not be burden by marital problems. Trust me. I know what I’m talking about.
I thanked him for the tips and encouraging words. I also would never say that he was average PhD student since he knows so much and he is very intelligent. Anyhow, I returned home and my mom and dad were there waiting for Marko and Zdenka. They all came to see my Prince and make his day. Mom and Zdenka will make his favorite cake and my dad and Marko will make mixed salad with various domestic cheese and fried fish. They worked till 14:00 and they home. My mom showered him with kisses and hugs saying that she is sad for his sister and sorry to hear about his cousin. They all expressed their condolences, wished all the best to his sister and mom and they blessed him saying that they are here for him whenever he wants to talk to any of them. We had a great time during the lunch. Marko made us all laughed hard trying to feed my mom or make her to take the snack from his mouth. She was defending herself, slapping him, pushing him away and calling him names. All those scenes made my dad laugh so hard that he bumped his fist on the table all the time laughing loudly with HO-HO’s” and “HA-HA’s”. When Marko stopped trying my mom “attacked” my dad for not defending her saying that he is not even a half gentleman as my Prince is for he will surely help Ivy and me. When my Prince said to my mom: “I’m sorry mom, but it was so funny that I wouldn’t help them either”, she was very shocked and her face expression made us all laugh hard again. Anyway, regardless of Marko’s “provocation” of us, we continued to eat the way we always do for we love it.
My Prince and my mom washed the dishes and Zdenka and Marko served the cake and cookies, While Ivy and I prepared the beverages and the coffee. This time we talked more seriously and Marko behaved. We planned how we gonna spend our Christmas and New year eves. For us, it will be working days but we’ll have few hours during the Christmas for family lunch. My Prince plead them to not to buy him any present for he has all he needs and he really have no desire for anything. We rejected his plea saying that we will buy him presents and he can do whatever he wants with them for the Christmas tradition is about being together and to share gifts. When they left my prince played Skyrim, Ivy washed the dishes (she insisted to do it alone) and I was preparing for the next exam. My Prince made us laugh when we "caught” him rubbing his cock while playing Skyrim and fucking Ysolda. She turns him on very much. When we asked him what makes him horny when fucking her, he explained that she reminds him on Ivy. So we compared her body and we found many similarities with her. Well, since he had a big erection, Ivy and I used the opportunity to fuck him and suck him while he played sex animations in Skyrim.
After excellent sex we talked about my diaries. I asked my Prince what is in them that bugs him since we talked about my diaries when I joined LL and he is familiar with all my content. I told him that I like to write about us, that my diaries are my mental and emotional valve and that I especially like to write about our sex life for it turns me on and I’m kinky and perverted. He said that he doesn’t like too much details and my openess but he can tolerate it since it’s my way of expressing my feelings and writing the diaries makes me happy, horny and fulfilled. When we found the compromise, he asked Ivy and me again, to never invade his privacy. He said that he’ll surely agree with the things we want but he demanded to ask him first about it not assuming that he will accept and agree with it. You see, my Prince hadn’t had a privacy because of his mother who has obsessive controlling issues. She must know everything and when she was suspicious that my Prince hides something she dig through his things and she drove him crazy with numerous questions until she get satisfactory answer. Even then she didn't believe him sometimes. That's why my Prince values and respect other people's privacy. So, when I used his avatar to post about the dramas he had in one day for I wanted to share his burden with LL using his LLL account since I already published my diary, he was mad at me because using his avatar without asking him first was invading his privacy. He didn't care about the content I wrote, but using his login to write it. Believe me when I say that he never opened my LL or any other account and he never read my messages although I told him that he can do whenever he wants. He stubbornly rejects it. He still doesn't open my Ivy's and mine purse, he never reads SMS's on our phone (even when being told to) and he never open our wallets. He also still doesn’t know and doesn't want to know how much money Ivy and have on our bank accounts. For he is not after our material goods and our money. Our privacy is very sacred to him although he has full permission to know things he wants to and take whatever he wants. Maybe for you, using his avatar to post something good and important isn't bad thing, just as it isn’t for Ivy and me, but for him, doing it without asking him is "blasphemy" and equal to "stilling". Ivy and I still learning to cope with his “uniqueness”. It isn’t always easy but we will learn to cooperate with him for we come from different background, different uprising and had different life style. Handling the differences with your loved ones isn’t always easy … but love and readiness for making compromises makes life easier.
Why do I write so much about him?!
I never met a man who loved me as he loves me and I never ever loved anyone as I love him. He is my first and only true love. I'm thrilled with him in all aspects. He is not perfect (none of us are) but, he changed mine and Ivy's life on better and I'm addicted to him in every way, not just sexually. I can't imagine my life without him and he fulfills me in every way and makes me happy. Thanks to him I'm where I am today. I worship him. Yes, I do. He is a god and the king of my heart and my body and soul. THAT'S WHY I write about him a lot for I can't stop thinking of him when he is not near me. I surely sound as mentally disordered person to you now. I don't care. I love him and I always will. He needs, accepts and wants my love no matter how crazy it looks like. He is not against my diaries. He just want them to be "adjusted" a little bit, to contain more tolerable and acceptable content for him.
After the conversation, we took the shower and prepared for “Thank you” party in the Hotel. While we were driving to the Hotel he suggested to invite Nick and Adriana for tomorrow’s lunch for he wants to see how their restored love relationship is progressing. We agreed. So, Ivy and I will talk to her and he’ll talk to him while they will make lunch for us. Unfortunately, they said they couldn’t come to have a lunch with us but they will come for the morning coffee and cookies. We were glad that we’ll have at least some time with them. We both called our parents and told them to not to come in the morning for we have a special guests that we want to talk to. They said they won’t come but they will use our absence in the Hotel to clean our house and do all necessary things. Our parents are real angels and we love them very much.
Coming to the Hotel we saw that the entertaining hall was more the half full with our workers. Our waiters and served the table and each table contained various snacks and drinks for free. Fran was leading the program and when the time comes, my prince pronounced the workers of the month and he congratulated them motivating others to follow their example. He said that they received their money bonus and he let Fran to continue with the program. Ivy entertaining team played several songs and when they finished, he invited them to have fun and enjoy in snacks and beverages as much the like. Somebody from the crowed initiated the wave of shouting: “Elvis! Elvis! We want Elvis!” I thought: “Oh, my god! This isn’t god idea for my Prince was still burdened with recent events and I was sure that he will excuse himself and reject the appeal.” He surprised me again and showed me that I still don’t know him and that he is unpredictable. Being very professional and putting aside his problems he took Ivy for her hand and he led her to the stage. Then he started to play, sing and dance Elvis’s two rock ‘n’ rolls songs. My goooood! People went crazy especially on Ivy’s dancing seeing her gorgeous exposed legs that shined under various light effects. My boss and his wife weren’t present on the party, but we still had a great time. It didn’t last long. Some 2 hours since many of them had families and they had to go home. Many people stayed after we left and thanks to Guy 3 and his security team we had no incident. Some people got drunk but they didn’t cause problems. Party was very good. Our workers met new friends form other departments that they didn’t know and they had a good time.
When we came home we changed our clothes into sport outfits and we went jogging. The we exercised and my luvs practiced martial arts. We fucked my Prince so hard and wild afterwards under the shower that we made several new bloody scratches on his chest, back and the ass again. Laying in the bed after the sex my ivy leaned her head of his chest and said to him:
- So, my luv, who fucks better … me or Ysolda?
He laughed and said teasing her:
You fuck better in real life, but Ysolda is sex machine and sex goddess in Skyrim.
I thought my Ivy will protest, but she didn’t. She said:
- As far she looks like me in your game and you’re satisfied with her, I’m fine. And she better fuck you good for I don’t want her to ashamed me.
We both laughed, kissed her and after “love youing” we took our position and slept.
Since I couldn’t sleep long and it’s 2:30 am here I decided to write this diary to let you know that he feels good and he is not sad and burdened with the dramas in his life. What we gonna do today?! We will spend the morning with Nick an Adriana, we’ll order the catering and had a drink with Antonio and the guys in “our café” late afternoon. Have a nice Sunday LL:
Velenda: Oh yes darling ! Fuck me !
Rogatus: Ah...! My love...
Velenda: Mmm... Go deeper !
Rogatus: Ah... Fuck...
Velenda: Yes ! Just like that !
Rogatus: I'm going to cum !
Velenda: Take off your hands away !
Bandit: Stop move bitch !
Bandit: Oh... Fuck !
Bandit: Damn ! It feels so good !
Bandit: Mmm... You smells good !
Velenda: Please... Slower...
Bandit: Fuck... I'm going to cum !
Bandit: AAAAAAHHHHH !
Velenda: No ! Go fuck yourself !
Bandit Nordic: Hold her !
Bandit nordic: Oh... Yeah baby !
Bandit nordic: Damn... She's tight !
Bandit redguard: Her asshole is amazing !
Bandit nordic: You like it bitch ?
Bandit redguard: She's so fucking good !
Bandit nordic: Take my cock in your ass !
Bandit nordic: Shut up !
Velenda: You're too deep...
Bandit: What a great asshole !
Velenda: Arh... It hurt...
Bandit: Take this !
Velenda: Ah !
Bandit: You're my slut !
???: Oh my god !
Bandit: Be sure to tell your friends to come !
Velenda: Ah !
???: Fuck !!!
Velenda: Ah...! Slower !
???: Wow ! That T H I C C ass !
???: So good !
???: Such a warm asshole !
???: I fucked a lot of whore, but damn, this bitch is the best by far !
???: Take my cum deep in your womb bitch !
Velenda: I'm gonna die ! Stop please... So much people fucked me !
???: You are such a bitch !
???: Damn ! It's still tight ! Argh !!!
Velenda: Yes... That's good like this...
Velenda: Mmm... Ah...
Velenda: Oh ! Yes !
Velenda: That feels so good !
Velenda: I feel your eggs in my womb !
Velenda: Ah !
Velenda: The bottle is quite thick !
Velenda: Mmm... Feels good !
Velenda: Ah... I'm going to cum...
Rogatus: Mmm... Velenda !
Velenda: Your cock is the best my love !
Rogatus: Ah ! You're so tight tonight !
Velenda: Yes ! Fuck me harder !
Velenda: I'm cumming !
Rogatus: Argh... Me too !
First Christmas gallery for 2017. Already featured in "post your sx screenshots" but as usual I like to keep quality content close in a safe place. Also there will be others if everything goes well. Smaller ones but good ones.
This gallery was 95% fun and 5% problematic (the usual crap with taking videos ingame and the tilting camera command missing the fov and some animtions performing the wrong way ...)
So overall i was really fun, especially the first part with those beautiful pictures with red and blue clashing (and panty shots =p). I also took a certain pleasure in building the environment for the sex scene with Jaxonz. Seeing the stage taking shape and suddenly popping actors into it to see everything coming alive is always a great moment
“You're going down”
Emily: From SATSUKI!!!
Agnar: What the fuck are y-
*2 more explosions*
Emily: Satsuki stay with me!
Emily: Don’t talk.
*healing magic sound*
Emily: It’ll take a moment, just stay awake.
Satsuki: are yo-*coughing*
Emily: that’s not important, just try not to move okay.
Emily: Your lung is pierced so I have to keep healing or-
Satsuki: E*coughing*ly th-*hard coughing*ou
Emily: Satsuki don-
*Satsuki’s hand goes limp*
Emily: Satsuki No! Wake up!
Agnar: it’s too late bitch.
Agnar: She’s dead.
Agnar: Just like Targoth and your parents.
Agnar: By the gods woman you are on a roll.
Agnar: losing 4 people now, shame I couldn’t kill your parents myself either though.
Agnar: That’d make this much more fu- oh.
*Emily unsheathing blade*
Agnar: That’s a face I like to see.
Agnar: Yeah come on!!!
Agnar: Try to avenge-
*Emily kicking Agnar*
Agnar: You bitch, How the f-
*Blade slashing armor*
*swinging at air*
Agnar: Ah Ha!
*Emily slashing while splashing against the water*
Agnar: I see.
Agnar: Got you!
*blade shattering sound*
Agnar: Got a little too predictable bitch.
Agnar: and now you’re dead!
Agnar: Haha yes….I-
Agnar: Why aren’t yo-
Emily: RO DAH!!!
Agnar: okay bitch start talking what are you?
Agnar: you part Daeorath like m-
*flames flaring around arms*
Agnar: w-what is that.
Emily: I wanted to destroy you with my own physical skills. But now.
Emily: I JUST WANT TO DESTORY YOU!!!
*Several explosions going off as Meteors hit Agnar*
*Explosions echoing through area*
*Sound of flames flicking*
*Sound of footsteps in water*
Emily: I’m sorry Satsuki.
Emily: I’m so sorry!
Emily: I let you down, even after that hardcore training I still wasn’t fast enough to save you. I still couldn’t protect someone I love. I couldn’t for Targoth, and I couldn’t for you. If I could bring you back I wou-
Fiona: *whispering* Returning them fully to life.
Emily: HAHAH, Yeah right, like that would work!
Hermaeus Mora: Taaake iT, aaaasssssss PaaaaaymeeeeeenT.
Emily: That’s right!
Emily: its only been about 3 or 4 minutes since she passed.
Emily: I just gotta move fast.
Emily: Please be in here!
Emily: come on come on!
*sound of various objects being moved around*
Emily: Where is it, where is it!
Emily: Oh the mist, that’s!
Emily: There we go!
*Throws book on bed*
*flipping through pages*
Emily: 10 minutes...magicka….and
Emily: Fuck, I need a Daedra for that.
Emily: Whatever first the magikca
*sound of multiple potions thrown on table*
*sound of Emily downing them and throwing them on the floor*
Emily: Okay, now the Daedra!
Emily: Fuck, that’s right.
Emily: I’ve cleared out most of the bandits so even they can’t summon one for me.
Emily: Maybe I’ll ask Farengar!
Emily: Fuck, no! He’s too far, I’ll never make it!
Emily: There has to be one single-
Agnar: You Cunt!
*Agnar dropping blade*
Agnar: Agh, fucking arm. *panting* I told you bitch.
Agnar: You can’t kil-
*Emily using telekinesis*
*Agnar splashing through water*
Agnar: Agh, okay you cunt!
Agnar: I don't need a sword to ki-
*Emily grabbing Agnar*
*Emily kissing Agnar*
*Veins starting to appear*
*Agnars muffled yell*
*Emily grabbing Agnars flailing arm*
*Agnars muffled yell*
*Agnars muffled yell*
*Sound of energy flowing from Agnar to Emily*
*Agnars muffled yelling getting louder*
*Agnar cocking fist*
*Agnar hitting Emily*
Agnar: You cunt!
Agnar: The fuck are you trying to d-
*Sound of Emily charging again*
Agnar: Nah AH!
*Slow high kick and Emily dodges*
*Emily kicking Agnar*
*Agnar falling back splashing in the water*
*Emily running at him*
*Emily jumping on him and pinning him*
Agnar: Get o-Mmm!!!
*Agnars muffled yell*
*Agnar attempting to raise his arms while Emily forces them down*
*energy flowing from Agnar to Emily even quicker*
*Agnars muffled yelling getting louder*
*Agnar thrashing harder as he screams louder*
*Agnars thrashing slowing down*
*Agnars hand twitching*
*Hand going limp*
*Emily standing up*
*sound of water moving in background*
*wisp sound in background*
*Soul making wisp sounds*
*Soul starting to cry out as Emily closes her hands around it*
*Soul screaming louder as hands squeeze it tighter*
*Soul screaming even louder the tighter the grip gets*
*Soul screaming extremely loud*
*Souls horribly loud screaming abruptly ceases*
*Energy flowing around Emily*
*Emily walking towards Satsuki*
Emily: Satsuki….I’m sorry.
Emily: I know this is selfish of me…but.
Emily: I can’t lose a 4th person I love.
*Emily deeply inhaling and exhaling*
Emily: Hear my words!
Emily: I offer the energy of this corrupted soul.
Emily: In exchange!
Emily: I wish to heal!
Emily: and completely revive!
Emily: the woman in front of me!
Emily: Satsuki Tomoko!
*Rune glowing brightly*
*Sound of rune and energy disappearing*
*Emily coughing hard*
*Emily coughing up something*
Emily: …..i see.
*Emily falling back*
*sound of water moving back and forth*
*Satsuki’s finger twitches*
Authors Note: A HUGE THANK YOU TO COLLYGON. This skilled mother fucker is the mastermind behind the poses for that kissing scene at the end of this part. Thank you Collygon, I really owe you one. Keep being awesome. And another one for Blazingsai who the night I was doing this scene discovered how to make that thing in Emily’s hands, thanks’ for teaching me that dude, truly appreciate it.
On another note the other parts will not be coming out as quickly as this one simply because I was basically done with the fight scene when I started uploading this, I was just in the process of sorting and deleting screenshots then writing.
Also screenshotting lesson of the day: Stay away from water when using Tattoo mods, they cause them to disappear.
Part 1: https://www.loverslab.com/blogs/entry/5769-chapter-45-rebirth-1/
Part 2: https://www.loverslab.com/blogs/entry/5771-chapter-45-rebirth-2/
Part 3: https://www.loverslab.com/blogs/entry/5777-chapter-45-rebirth-3/
The Story of the Red Witch
Chapter Eighteen: Shared Dreams
My bad guys, I got caught up doing some things. Expect more releases soon. XDSpoilerSpoiler
Innis: Fort Hraggstad. The Clan Heads told me that what I needed to reclaim my sister lied here... But I was sure that it was surely in jest. After all, it doesn't even look like Sister as been here.
Innis: *sigh* I guess it's better to go off of their info though. All my other leads were trash, and I ended up finding Sister Dear Sister before using what they told me. *sigh*
Bandit: Hey! Back off if you know what's good for you!!
Innis: I love how arrogant you men are before I make you *snaps her fingers* bite the dust...
As soon as she snapped her fingers, a blizzard kicked up in Fort Hraggstad that none of the bandits were ready for...
This was no normal storm though, the magicka contained within this storm made it act as if it were in fact a familiar enacting Innis's will...
Piercing the bandits with ice spikes, icy winds tearing at their flesh...
The raging blizzard caused the temperature to drop well below freezing and it wasn't long before every single bandit that came to face her...
...Ended up being encased in ice...
Not only the bandits, but the structure itself soon was under assault by the blizzard...
While all this destruction was happening around her, Innis's uncontrollable laughter was carried on the wind as if to taunt the bandits, and remind them of the inevitability of their demise...Spoiler
The last of the bandits tried to retaliate once they realized that the storm was weakening, but even then they stood no chance and it wasn't long before all of them had been wiped out...
As the last bit of the storm slowly dissipated, Innis smiled at the sight that she saw...
Innis: Well I'll be... They actually tried to mount an attack against me? I knew of course that they would, but I never imagined they'd get so close to actually leaving a scratch on me...
Innis looked at the end result of her handiwork and sighed.
Innis: It always annoys me how much destruction my spells do, but how little damage they leave in their wake...
Innis: Pehaps those old bastards were right. Maybe what I need is indeed here... If my Sister Dear Sister is going to go all out against me, then I've got to be as well...
Innis: Still... If I do find Sister Dear Sister using this information... *shudder* (I don't even want to think about what those old men will force me into doing...)
Innis went around searching every inch of Fort Hraggstad for what the Clan Elders had spoken of...
...But there was nothing of note to be found.
Innis: Dammit all to Oblivion... Was I lied to? Was this a test!? Am... Am I being played? Why would they send me here in order to find nothing!?Spoiler
Innis decided to go to the highest point of the Fort, to see if there was something she may have overlooked. However, as she approached the top of the stairs, something changed in her...
Innis: DamndamndamnDAMN!!! I... I know I was wrong, I know I shouldn't have attacked you Sister Dear... Liri... But... But what else could I do? You acted exactly as they said you would. Why...
Innis: If only you acted differently, if only I... We both messed up Sis-Liri, and I wish... I wish... *sigh*
Innis nodded off and when she came to...
...She saw the visage of the one person she needed to see right now.
Innis: Big Sis!? Is... Is that really you? I... I can't believe it, we're not fighting? You're not scared of me? I... I don't want to... kill you...
Innis: I've missed you dear sister. I've wanted to tell you so much, to let you know that I've been doing okay, to alleviate your worries about me... So... Please sister, please face—
Liri: Do you really believe that? That you wanted to alleviate my worries? After calling me an 'invalid child pretending to be a woman' and beating the heck out of me and Serana...
Liri: Can you REALLY believe that?
Innis: I… I didn't… I just want you back Liri! I want my strong, unflinching, cool, awesome sister back that'll do anything to protect... that COULD do anything…
Liri wrapped her arms around her younger sister, and Innis tensed up.
Innis: S-Sis!? I… I thought that you'd hate me, that you'd only want to kill me as much as I seemed like I wanted to… What are—Spoiler
Liri: *squeezes tighter* I knew this was you… the REAL you, not the warped version that those old farts made you into. Innis… I could never hate you, and I'd never want to kill you, not ever.
Liri released her sister and took a good look at her.
Liri: *sigh* This is all my fault. I left you with those… those animals! It's a wonder that you have any love in your heart for me…
Liri: Especially after what I'm sure they put you through…
Innis: I… I never hated you. I only hated my weakness. They told me everything after you left, and… I felt so ashamed at my powerlessness…
Liri: Ashamed!? Innis, you did nothing wrong! They took away our childhood, forced their backwards ways on us. How could I possibly blame you for not knowing? For just trying to be a child?
Innis: But look at me… I'm no longer a child, but I wasn't strong like you Big Sis… I couldn't… I can't escape from their influence… I don't think I'll ever—
Liri took Innis's hand in hers and pressed their foreheads together.
Liri: This may be a dream Baby Sister, but please believe me when I tell you to never doubt who you are.
Liri: Because I know when the time comes, you'll make the right decision.
Innis: But Big Sis… what if I—
Liri pressed a finger against Innis's lips to silence her.Spoiler
Liri: What did I say about doubting yourself? Whether good or bad, when we next meet I know you'll do what the Divines know must be done. You're MY little sister after all. *smiles*
Innis: Eheehee! *winks* Then I'll make sure not to let you down, 'Sister Dear Sister'!
Innis woke up and realization of what she needed to do washed over her.
Innis: Yes... Thank you Elders... This is EXACTLY what I needed... I'm coming Sister...
Back at Volkihar Keep, Liri was doing her best to try and get a good day's rest as there were no beds in the entirety of the castle...
???: Muttering in your sleep? That could be useful later... But for now... WAKE UP MORTAL!!!
Liri bolted up, but then relaxed when she saw who it was.
Liri: Huh!? Teresa?
Teresa: I thought you'd like to know that I'm going to be solely in charge of you from now on.
Liri: What about Rosalie?
Teresa: She had a conversation with Harkon and then was given permission to come to and from as was necessary. I think she knew what I had in store for her...
Liri: You lie! That girl isn't the type to leave when the going gets tough!
Teresa: Did you hear me call her a coward? Apparently her ex came around as well and gave her some news that... well...
Teresa: That her husband was having trouble acclimating with his 'changes.'
Liri: (Her ex... From how she described him, wasn't he that man that I saw yesterday? The same one from Whiterun?)
Liri: What does this all have to do with me?
Teresa: What do you think? It's been a week since you've been here and I think it's about time that you met with your new training 'partner'.
The scene of when Liri and Rosalie's Ex (Darius) met in Whiterun: http://cakesicles.tumblr.com/post/145213591729/feat-liri
The black and white photos were part of Cakesicles's Family Reunion set. You can read that here: http://cakesicles.tumblr.com/search/family-reunion
After Leandra got her new armour from Vorohah she went northwards, towards the Dayspring Canyon where Fort Dawnguard was located. After a few hours she arrived there and drew her sword.
“Those bastards will pay for what Beor has done to me.” The vampire muttered angry but at the same time in anticipation for what to happen. “Let’s make this a bit more dramatic.” She continued and cast a spell which made it, so that a dark cloud followed her when she walked.
After she walked for a bit and eventually came across a Dawnguard soldier.
“Who are you?” The soldier asked and drew her crossbow, but Leandra did not answer and began to attack the soldier before she could even release the bolt off her crossbow. After the soldier was dead the vampire butchered the peasants who searched refuge by the Dawnguard.
“I am death.” Leandra said as she walked up to the castle.
As she opened the gate to the castle she came across all the high ranking Dawnguard members, who were already ready for battle.
“So at long last the vampires brought the battle to us. Very well. I know I’ll die here, but I’ll try to take you with me.” The leader, who was to Leandra’s surprise still Isran, said and attacked.
But to no avail. One after the other fell before Leandra.
After the fortress turned silent once again Leandra pulled the body of Isran to a wall and leaned him at it.
“Damn, I didn’t know you were still alive, but I should have known. Beor was a liar and a sadist. He just wanted to break my will.” She said and took off her helmet. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t know Beor was a rogue.” She muttered before she had to leave the castle. Leandra felt a pressure on her when she was in it.
Before she left the canyon for the last time, she looked around again. “I understand why you built your order there, Isran. It’s beautiful.” She muttered and turned around, to never return again.
Sorry again for that long break, but I'll try to update this blog regularly once again.
After being interviewed (and a little more) by vault security, Amanda, is sent down the elevator to speak with Maria, so she can help with kitchen duty.
Maria: Hey, you must be the new girl I was told that would help me down here.
Amanda: That's me...
Maria: Well, before you start working, lets get you cleaned up and out of those rags. You look like garbage.
Amanda: I didn't look this bad until that one guard ra...
Maria: Sweetie, you shouldn't say things like that. Nobody would here would ever believe you...
Maria: Now, go fix that makeup of yours and put this on, you need to look representable.
-20 minutes later-
Amanda: This seems a bit small... Do you have anything else?
Maria: Don't be foolish, you look great. Now, go to everyone's room and take their order.
Amanda has this job for many weeks to follow, and a day never goes without a hitch. Sometimes she is verbally harassed, others it is physical. Afterall, most of the Men and Women have had their time with her...
Vault resident: Can't wait to play with them udders again.
Tina: Who's your mommy, Bitch?
Amanda: You are! Now let me go!
Vault resident: Ready to use that mouth again?
Amanda, one day, ready to take the Overseer's order, notices that she isn't in the office... She looks around and finds something...
When she notices the gun, she hastily grabs it and leaves the room. Ready put an end to those who previously assaulted her.
After greeting the guard outside of the Overseer's office with a couple of rounds, Amanda, blacks out and proceeds to finish the job.
Killing off 95% of the vault's population off, Amanda is almost to the elevator, until she feels a fatigue hit her, and passes out onto the floor, surrounded by bodies.
To be continued...