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Chapter Three Act Three: The Hunt, The Hunger, and The Hallowed Moon


Collygon

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Hey guys!

 

The Frost of Ages is finally back! If you need to be caught up, check out the earlier chapters in the categories tab. If you only need a short refresher, then check out Chapter Three Act One (

HERE) which this act continues from. :)

 

That's about all I have to say. Also please pardon my abysmal photo editing skills in this part >.>

 

Let's begin.

 

 

 

Five days earlier, on the night of Taeyva's escape...

 

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Taeyva: Well? Are you not going to introduce yourself?

 

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Taeyva: I've told you my name. You could at least do the same.

 

Night had fallen over the marsh. The hallowed moon overtook the sun, bathing the land with its enchanting glow. Trickles of the luminescence snuck through the rafters of the cabin, casting a faint glow on a man who was once a beast mere moments ago.

 

Following Malkor's flight, Taeyva was taken in his paws and rushed her to this cabin lurking deeper in the marsh. After tossing her by the foot of the fireplace, unlit at the time, he turned away to the dark corner of the cabin. It was there he stood for hours, huffing and growling in discomfort.

 

Taeyva made multiple attempts to communicate and console the beast to no avail. Every word she spoke was met by a growl, her outstretched hands only ever came close to flared claws, and the eyes that stared back were livid.

 

After a couple hours of this, Taeyva decided it was not worth her effort and prepared a fire for herself. She watched the flames dance and crackle as the heat melted the chill on her skin away. Shortly after, just as the moon reached its peak, the man reverted back, taking his human shape. Taeyva hoped it would make him finally communicate, but was left with the same cold shoulder.

 

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Man: I already knew your name, Taeyva. I didn't ask for it.

 

Taeyva bites her lip. It had been many years since she had to deal with such blatant insubordination. Even when it was frequent she was not very good at handling it; she doubts now would be any different.

 

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Taeyva: Well I'm asking for yours. So let's hear it.

 

The man lets out a light chuckle, prodding Taeyva's aggravation.

 

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Man: Or what?

 

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Taeyva forces herself to take a deep breath before speaking.

 

Taeyva: This isn't a matter of consequences, it's a matter of principle. You know full well who I am which is cause enough for you to do as I say.

 

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Taeyva: Now what is you-

 

Man: I don't follow your principles! Prophet or not.

 

Taeyva shirks back, startled by the sudden outburst.

 

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Man: You think I chose to rescue you? I was forced to, but this time I don't know why.

 

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Taeyva: You did it because it is your duty as a servant of Hircine.

 

The man shakes his head. Even from across the room, Taeyva can hear the grinding of his teeth. After a moment he readjusts. Taking in a loud and aggressive inhale through his nostrils, he marches out from the shadows and into the light of the fire.

 

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Man: No. This wasn't like the last time.

 

The fire's red glow cast slowly across his body and up to his face. As his features began to appear, Taeyva only feels unfamiliarity and a tinge of apprehension. She does not know this man.

 

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Man: I had no control over myself. I've been a werewolf for forty years, Taeyva. You think I wouldn't know how to contain it?

 

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Taeyva: Well I don't even know your name, so...

 

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Man: I was unconscious in Markarth. Miles away! Next thing I know I'm awake and sprinting through the marsh, rushing to your aide, and I had no control over it!

 

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Taeyva's patience is thinning and she can tell so is the man's. Without thinking she spits out the first thing on her mind, knowing full well it will only make things worse.

 

Taeyva: You're right. You didn't. But I needed all the help I could get, so get over it.

 

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The man's eyebrows flare and his eyes grow wide.

 

Man: You tell me what you did right now! Or I'll-

 

Voice: Stop!

 

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The familiar voice echoes throughout the cabin in a deafening boom. Taeyva and Torund's hostility immediately ceases, yet their reactions can not be more different.

 

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Taeyva: My Lord!

 

Torund: Why the fuck are you here?

 

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Hircine's Aspect, assuming it's usual form of a large stag, shimmers in the moonlight.

 

Hircine: To stifle the bickering of my hunters, Torund.

 

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Torund: I only wanted answers, Hircine. If she would have just given me them then-

 

Hircine: She did not because she can not, Hunter. I have forbade it.

 

Torund stammers, dumbstruck.

 

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Torund: What? Why? I've served you longer then she has!

 

Hircine: The prophecy can only be enacted by my chosen Prophet, even minor forms of it. As such, only they can know how it works.

 

Torund tries to talk back but is cut off by Hircine once again.

 

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Hircine: Listen close and listen well, Hunters. For I have much to say.

 

A heavy tension fills the room. Torund squeezes his jaw tightly shut in a begrudging effort to stay silent. It is irritating enough dealing with Taeyva, but with Hircine now keeping him quiet it is becoming downright aggravating.

 

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Torund: If I could just say one thi-

 

Taeyva: Torund. Stop.

 

Torund sighs. Turning away from Taeyva he grits his teeth and forces a nod.

 

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Hircine: I'm afraid I've led you both astray. In my efforts to stop the war from happening I've only made things worse. Molag Bal has entered the fray, Boethiah is stronger than ever, and we have run out of time.

 

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Hircine: Oblivion has tumbled into a pit of political turmoil. The forces contending for control over Nirn have become the leaders in a set of alliances.

 

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Hircine: Molag Bal is greatly favored to win. Hermaeus Mora and Mehrunes Dagon have already joined his side.

 

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Hircine: Boethiah has abandoned her realm and entered Nirn somehow. She does not seek alliances, perhaps because none are foolish enough to trust the Prince of Deceit.

 

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Hircine: It won't be long before the remaining Princes choose their sides. Many wish to see Nirn remain the way it is, but none are willing to take charge as a leader.

 

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Hircine: Except for me. I have openly defied Boethiah's and Bal's ambitions from the start, but that is not enough to get the other Princes to follow me.

 

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Hircine: That, my Prophet, is where you come in.

 

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Taeyva steps forward, her feet weighing like lead. If Hircine is saying what she thinks he is then it will change the world as they know it.

 

Taeyva: You don't mean...

 

Torund eyes her suspiciously as she meanders by him, as if in a trance. What could Hircine possibly be talking about?

 

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Hircine: Yes, Taeyva. You must enact the prophecy.

 

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Hircine: It is time to begin The Hunt.

 

 

 

 

 

Present day...

 

It is always a wonder how mortals are capable of banding together in times of crisis. Mortality fosters prolongment, surprisingly of a selfless nature. The ability and desire to influence the future through work and deeds breeds hope.

 

And that is an easy thing to crush.

 

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Boethiah stands relaxed atop the cliff side, absorbing the frigid air that mortals so desperately try to fend off. The snow that once blanketed the ground beneath her has been cleared away, allowing a vibrant green to show once again.

 

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Boethiah: So. What do you think, Geheisthis? Can we take it?

 

Malkor trudges up the hill with heavy feet, his discontent elevated by his Mistresses addressing of him. He hated being called by his last name.

 

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Malkor: With our army? Oh yes, quite easily. The city is literally built atop a network of dwemer halls.

 

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Malkor: In a matter of hours we could have control without ever having to breach the front gate.

 

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Malkor: Of course, that would be the case if you hadn't commanded their retreat. So I think the proper question is: How in oblivion do we take it now?

 

Malkor huffs after concluding, immediately clenching his jaw. He was the one tasked with commanding their forces, and now, on the first major battle of the war, he is left in the dust.

 

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Boethiah chuckles.

 

Boethiah: We won't be.

 

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Malkor: Um... What?

 

Boethiah: Take a look at that city, Geheisthis.

 

Malkor pauses and gives Boethiah a queer glance. He scrunches his brows in distaste but turns to the city anyway.

 

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Boethiah: The safest city in the reach they boast. Some would even say in Skyrim. Why do you think that is?

 

Malkor lets out a sigh, annoyed by this pointless rabble.

 

Malkor: The high walls, the dwemer construction, the strategic placement in the mountains.

 

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Malkor: Its defenses exist primarily in its perimeter and surrounding area. Which is exactly why I was going to bypass them with the dwemer tunnels.

 

Boethiah: Exactly. They never expect an attack from within.

 

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Boethiah: The guards keep the peace, shut down crime and minor conflict.

 

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Boethiah: They are weak and soft from the ease of boredom.

 

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Boethiah: So when something unexpected arrives...

 

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Malkor glances at Boethiah while keeping his attention on the city below. A familiar feeling of unknowing and dread consumes him.

 

Malkor: What did you do?

 

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Boethiah's voice trails off, her eyes bolted to the city below her.

 

Boethiah: The Hunger.

 

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Guard: Wh-wh-what is...

 

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Boethiah: Spawns of the Boethian realm.

 

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Boethiah: My lesser beings.

 

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Boethiah: Their bodies pulse with paralyzing bolts.

 

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Boethiah: Their swords are infused with the same metal that forged Goldbrand.

 

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Boethiah: Armor disintegrates from nothing more than their touch.

 

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Boethiah: To flee is your only option...

 

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Boethiah: ... but even that...

 

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Boethiah: ... is pointless.

 

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Boethiah: They move in a blur, faster than any other daedra in existence.

 

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Boethiah: To kill doesn't even take a second.

 

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Boethiah: To take a city...

 

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Boethiah: ...only a few.

 

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A high pitched screech wails from the city walls and picks up as a glowing red arc shoots out from the front gate. Malkor did not hear a single scream. The screeching slowly begins to pick up, resounding into an ear shattering shriek.

 

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He rushes to shield his ears as a loud boom ruptures the air around him, stifling the sound once and for all. A faint static echoes softly behind him in its place.

 

Malkor spins around to see a single soldier in ebony armor kneeling behind him. It is perfectly still, not even making a motion to breath. Red arcs bound all across its body, appearing and disappearing in random bursts.

 

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Malkor: I didn't believe they existed... Or that they would be so powerful...

 

Boethiah laughs.

 

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Boethiah: Quality over quantity, Geheisthis. One of The Hunger is worth ten thousand of Bal's servants.

 

Malkor stands speechless. He has no idea where to begin.

 

Malkor: H-how many do you have?

 

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Boethiah: Oh, some thousands in Oblivion. I lost count a millennium ago.

 

Malkor gulps. He doesn't remember the last time he felt true fear. This was at least on his side.

 

Malkor: And how many did you use to take Markarth?

 

She turns to him and tilts her head. Behind her mask her expression remains hidden, but the villainous grin shines in her eyes all the same.

 

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Boethiah: Just the one.

 

 

 

 

Present Day...

 

For the fifth night in a row, the hallowed moon hung among the stars. It is Hircine's doing. The moon needs preparation for the prophecy, or so Taeyva was told.

 

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The Hunt is Hircine's legacy and now her responsibility. She knows what has to be done, where she has to go, what is meant to happen, every cause and effect from success to failure, but it isn't enough to stifle any doubts she has. It has been over 200 years since it was last fulfilled, and even in all of it's history it has never been performed on this scale. When left alone with her thoughts, Taeyva couldn't help but imagine everything that could go wrong. Reciting the rhythmic is so simple. Performing the actual steps? There's a reason it only happens once each era.

 

Torund: I've figured out we're going to Windhelm. My guess is we're sailing somewhere, right?

 

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Torund: Or are you gonna keep being a bitch and not tell me anything?

 

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Taeyva rolls her eyes. She has gotten quite familiar with Torund's methods of getting what he wants. His mixing of hostility and intimidation may work on others, but not her. She has plenty of experience with rebellious pups, yapping and growling for an extra slice of mutton. Torund is no different.

 

Taeyva: Speaking to me like that won't get you anywhere, you know.

 

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Torund: Well changing my tone won't either so I think I'll just talk how I want to.

 

Taeyva: Suit yourself. Just don't expect anything to come from it.

 

Torund grunts. He's had more than his desired share of this trip and Taeyva already.

 

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Torund: Whatever.

 

Torund rolls his eyes and returns to the comfort of his own head.

 

Taeyva sighs. The tension between the two of them grew with each passing day. It wasn't going to just suddenly end either. Enacting the prophecy is only the beginning, there's still an entire war about to begin.

 

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Taeyva: Take a look at the moon, Torund. It's been hallowed for five days straight.

 

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Torund looks up with a grunt.

 

Torund: Will you quit calling it that? It's a full moon, Taeyva. A full moon.

 

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Taeyva: Call it what you will, but answer this: have you felt a pull? Has your beast called out at all each night?

 

Torund scoffs.

 

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Torund: As if the moon would have effect on me after 40 years anyway.

 

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Torund: I see what you're trying to do, by the way. I'll spare you the trouble and say that small talk won't change anything.

 

Taeyva forces herself to take a deep breath. His stubbornness is one obstacle, but his blatant discontent with her is insurmountable.

 

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Taeyva: Well I don't know what to tell you, Torund. You and I ar-

 

Torund: You can tell me about this prophecy. You can explain how you forced a transformation out of me.

 

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Torund: Or maybe you could explain why Hircine trusts you, an incompetent failure, over me, whose has served him for 28 years! Longer than you've even been alive!

 

Taeyva clenches her jaw so hard her teeth start to ache. This isn't the first time she's been called that.

 

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Torund: Hircine's chosen should know better than to be captured by the Vigilant. We both know what those chains around you mean.

 

The ire in his voice subsides, concluding with a deep sigh. His breaths spout out in angry huffs, as if even they are filled with the malice Torund harbors for her.

 

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Torund: You're a wolf with no claws.

 

His final shot is muttered under his breath. Barely loud enough for Taeyva to hear, but infuriating enough to cause her to stop. She lurches around, glaring into Torund's equally spiteful stare.

 

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Taeyva: That's it! I don't care if you don't like me, Torund. Because nobody likes me, not Hircine's worshipers, not his loyal hunters, not even my own people!

 

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Taeyva: I'm the leader of the Glenmoril Wyrd, right? Well guess what? They threw me out five years ago! Hircine's chosen prophet may be their leader, but that doesn't mean they have to follow me.

 

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Taeyva: They said I was too weak, that I was a disgrace and a failure. Well I'm not too weak. I am stronger than anyone realizes. But these chains suppress that strength. These damn cursed chains!

 

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Taeyva: Chains that you were supposed to remove!

 

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Taeyva: But they can't be removed, not by you or me or anyone but the Vigil.

 

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Taeyva: Still, they haven't stopped me from doing my duties then and they won't now. Like it or not, I am Hircine's chosen and I will fulfill my role as such.

 

Taeyva swiftly turns on her heels, her nostrils flare as her chest continues to heave.

 

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Taeyva: It'd be wise of you to do the same.

 

 

 

 

Even in the dead of night, the Windhelm docks remain a ruckus. The dock workers clamber around with shipments and deliveries, hefting the cargo on and off the ships in a practiced rhythm. Guards meander around the slick stone streets, entranced by the dull repetition of the peaceful area. Balancing atop their ships, the captains and their crew work tirelessly to keep everything shipshape and ready for their next voyage. Except for one.

 

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Sogrlaf: I don't want to go back either, but how are we supposed to earn a living otherwise?

 

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Sogrlaf: We're one of the only ships that sail there. It was working out so well...

 

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Lygrleid: Exactly, Sogrlaf. It was. Just be glad we got there when we did and not earlier.

 

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Gjalund Salt-Sage: Lygrleid is right. We had a good run, but it's over now. We'll take jobs with the East Empire Company for now to make some money until we find a new route, okay?

 

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Sogrlaf sighs. He has to listen to the captain, but times are tough. It isn't easy to make fair coin nowadays. Still, they had a point. Even if they did return to the island, there's no telling that they could even trade anymore. Or if anyone still lives.

 

Sogrlaf: But where are we supposed to... to... uhhhh... woah.

 

Sogrlaf stammers, his voice suddenly escaping him as his eyes wander over to two figures standing on the dock.

 

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Gjalund cocks his head, perplexed as his crewman starts to fumble over his words.

 

Gjalund Salt-Sage: What's gotten into you? What is i- Oh. What the...

 

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Taeyva: This is the Northern Maiden, right?

 

Gjalund Salt-Sage: Err... Well yeah, but we aren't taking any-

 

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Taeyva: We need you to take us to Solstheim. Now.

 

Gjalund rubs his head, suddenly unsure of what to do with his hands. It is rare enough for people demand his services, or even ask for them for that matter. But for it to be from a naked girl and an old man wearing a troll skull? Well it is definitely a first for him.

 

He clears his throat and readjusts, assuming the commanding posture a captain should have.

 

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Gjalund Salt-Sage: I'm sorry, we're not sailing there right now, or ever actually. There's no reason to.

 

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Taeyva: We need to. There's your reason right there.

 

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Torund rolls his eyes and grunts, sounding somewhere between a chuckle and a scoff.

 

Torund: Yeah, that'll convince him for sure.

 

Taeyva: Shut it, Torund.

 

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Gjalund rubs his temple. He had enough problems to deal with right now.

 

Gjalund Salt-Sage: Look, I don't want to cause a commotion. Find another ship or I'll have to kick you off myself.

 

Taeyva: We've already spoken to the other ships. They sent us here. Now help us ou-

 

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Torund: Okay, my turn.

 

Taeyva: Woa- Torund!

 

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Torund: Listen up, chump.

 

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Torund: I haven't had a good day, or week for that matter, and I really need to blow off some steam.

 

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Torund: I got my ass kicked by skinny dark elf, was forced to sprint through a marsh, spent five days staring at the ass of a naked girl that I can't fuck, then got told off by her for being a pain in the ass.

 

Gjalund's lips curl as Torund steps aboard without permission.

 

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Torund: You wanna know the worst part about it?

 

Gjalund Salt-Sage: Get off my ship.

 

He begins rolling up his sleeves as Torund nears.

 

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Torund: I'm actually starting to respect her. Which really...

 

Gjalund Salt-Sage: Get off my shi-

 

Gjalund rears back his fist when a crash of pain shoots through his jaw.

 

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Torund: ...pisses me off!

 

Gjalund Salt-Sage: GAH!

 

The blow to his jaw sends him spinning to the floorboards. His nose cracks on impact, leaving a tiny red stain on the wood. He desperately pushes himself up into a crawling position. As he does he sees his adversary slowly circling him, the wooden beams creaking under his weight with each thudding step.

 

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Torund: Here's how this is going to work. You're giving me the ship and I'm sailing there myself.

 

Gjalund tries to get to his feet but his body won't budge. His arms quiver and all feeling in his legs has left. Every sense in his brain is screaming at him to run, yet his gut is forcing him to stand his ground.

 

Gjalund Salt-Sage: What? No! I won't let you!

 

Torund: You also don't have a choice.

 

Torund's thick, beefy fingers wrap around Gjalund's tunic. Like plucking a flower, he lifts up into the air and dangles him in his hands. Torund guffaws as Gjalund starts to shriek and squirm. He kicks and punches the air, unable to connect with Torund's body.

 

Torund bellows one last laugh and arches his back, swinging Gjalund around like a doll. In one swift, fluid motion he lurches around and releases his grip, sending Gjalund flying over the side of the ship.

 

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Torund: Hrah!

 

Gjalund Salt-Sage: Gyaaah!

 

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Gjalund Salt-Sage: Ahhhhhh!

 

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The Captain plunges into the water with a loud splash. Torund nods his head in contempt.

 

Torund: Hmmphf.

 

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Torund doesn't bother to turn around as he addresses his audience.

 

Torund: Are you two going to stand around or should I return you to your captain?

 

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The crewman stand frozen, dumbfounded by what they just witnessed. It doesn't take them long to speak up, horrified that the same might happen to them if they don't.

 

Sogrlaf: N-no, sir! W-we're going!

 

Lygrleid: Yeah, what he said.

 

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Sogrlaf: Shit, shit shit...

 

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Taeyva watches in bewilderment as the men hustle by her. She didn't know if she should be relieved or appalled.

 

Lygrleid: Hurry up!

 

Taeyva: Uhh...

 

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A slow clapping resounds from the ship, snapping Taeyva back to her senses.

 

Torund: And that is how you negotiate.

 

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Taeyva: You call that a negotiation?

 

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Torund shrugs nonchalantly.

 

Torund: We got what we wanted, didn't we?

 

Taeyva: I don't remember wanting to be shoved out of the way and onto the ground.

 

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Torund: Bah. What's done is done. Now get on the damn boat.

 

Taeyva rolls her eyes. He has a point, there's nothing to be done about it now. Aside from one thing.

 

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Taeyva bites her lip, giving Torund a smug glance as she hops aboard the ship.

 

Taeyva: So... Did you really mean that?

 

Torund: Mean what?

 

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Taeyva: You're beginning to respect me.

 

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Torund pauses and looks away, making an effort to appear in deep thought. After a moment he shrugs and meets Taeyva's gaze.

 

Torund: Mmmm. You've got moxie, I'll give you that. I won't say I like you, but...

 

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Taeyva: But?

 

Torund: But I'm willing to see what you can do. So don't blow it.

 

Taeyva smiles.

 

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Taeyva: I'll take it. So I assume you know how to sail a ship, right? We are on our own now after all...

 

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Taeyva: ...with a very long way to go.

 

To be continued...

 

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I love your screenshots! They're so clear! This is in Oldrim or SSE?  

Thank you! This is in fact "Oldrim" with the Snap Dragon ENB!

 

Appearing that "creature" from the wall was awesome. excellent work.

Thank you, Prince! I really appreciate it!

 

Good to see your post again. Excellent story as always. Man, you earn to be known and famous across the borders of LL. :)

Awww, thanks! I've never thought of myself to be very "famous", haha. :)

 

Wow that was again an amazing chapter and it was worth the wait! :D

Thank you very much! I'm glad you liked it!

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Nice! Well Collygon is the one who made some story poses after all from the link I showed you guys in Ivy's And Prince's Blog. ;) Great work! With Boethiah's character in the story I just remembered that there was a Boethiah follower made on the nexus that I downloaded a while back. I wonder if that's what is being used in the story right now. ;)

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Nice! Well Collygon is the one who made some story poses after all from the link I showed you guys in Ivy's And Prince's Blog. ;) Great work! With Boethiah's character in the story I just remembered that there was a Boethiah follower made on the nexus that I downloaded a while back. I wonder if that's what is being used in the story right now. ;)

Thank you! I'm glad to hear I'm known for my mod as well, haha :) And actually I don't use follower mods in my story. It makes it less "my own" I feel. Boethiah is actually a custom follower made from Jarl Idgrod in the CK.

 

Very nice chapter, also i think i know what Hircine is asking her to do.

Thanks, r1pper! And yes, you guessed it right! :D

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Well done, it's always amazing to see how much work you put into creating your characters, they look really really good. I have never thought I would see Boethiah as a person in Skyrim.

Btw. I use Glowtastic for a lot of the character effects that you edited in.

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I particularly liked two things :

— The Hunger's fight and effects. It's very hard to get lightning effects not to be noticeably different from the game's built-in effects, but still they were excellently looking (particularly she shot where it's moving at full speed into the city) and I love that thrill of an opponent fast enough to beat foes in a split second. It was well done.

— Taevya's and Torund's relationship. You're good at developing characters' differences, and it only adds in depth to your already very consistent story. :)

 

Excellent chapter ! :D

 

 

Malicia : « Tell Taevya not to remove her chains, nope ! Otherwise, she's gonna catch a cold for sure !  » :angel:

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Well done, it's always amazing to see how much work you put into creating your characters, they look really really good. I have never thought I would see Boethiah as a person in Skyrim.

Btw. I use Glowtastic for a lot of the character effects that you edited in.

Thank you very much! I really try to make them look exactly how I picture them. It's a lot easier than trying to write their appearance as I would in a book.

Glowtastic looks really cool! Thank you for pointing that out. I spent 6 hours editing those damn photos lmao xD

 

I particularly liked two things :

— The Hunger's fight and effects. It's very hard to get lightning effects not to be noticeably different from the game's built-in effects, but still they were excellently looking (particularly she shot where it's moving at full speed into the city) and I love that thrill of an opponent fast enough to beat foes in a split second. It was well done.

— Taevya's and Torund's relationship. You're good at developing characters' differences, and it only adds in depth to your already very consistent story. :)

 

Excellent chapter ! :D

 

 

Malicia : « Tell Taevya not to remove her chains, nope ! Otherwise, she's gonna catch a cold for sure !  » :angel:

I'm glad the effect turned out well! They were a bitch to edit with my limited knowledge of GIMP.

It means a lot that you liked Taeyva and Torund's relationship. It was hard to balance them out just right. Writing their dialogue on the way to Windhelm took the longest because I needed it to be perfect. Thank you so much!

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Aria: Wow, so Bal as Riften. Boethiah has Markcarth. Fuck it I'm staying in Falkreath with my Girlfriend and getting laid till the end. Also that Daedra is scary awesome

 

 

Great work, cant wait for the next one. Taeyva is so awesome

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Aria: Wow, so Bal as Riften. Boethiah has Markcarth. Fuck it I'm staying in Falkreath with my Girlfriend and getting laid till the end. Also that Daedra is scary awesome

 

 

Great work, cant wait for the next one. Taeyva is so awesome

Thank you! Don't get too comfortable, though! Nowhere in Skyrim is safe!

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