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Blade of the Old Gods In the depths of the Reach, is the Druadach kingdom, formerly ruled by Madanach, now it is belong to the Witch Queen's kingdom, it is unkown the kingdom joined by conquer or willingly, but now it has no more revelance... The Briarheart himself started reforge something, ordered by his ruler, if it takes the him to do it, the task was above the normal standards, it was not an ordinary blade.. Briarheart: Almost done...soon... He never slept, never eaten only forged the blade with all priority, he did this for months... Briar: It is done...it is done my Queen... Driada: Finally... The blade itself was an ancient blade, reachmen origin, a steel blade wich can cut even the sturdiest nordic armour and an old magic grip, it was magical and hold great power, but importantly it was an relic of the reachmens.. Legends says it was wielded by the Greatest warrior who ever born in the Reach and led many great victories against the Nords, Direnni and the First Empire... Driada: Nature's Edge as the legends call it, the very blade used by the Mighty Red Eagle... Only the worthy can wield it, unworthy dies... Blade instantly reacted the Witch Queen's magic, at started resonate the power placed within it... and the thirst for the nord's blood... Driada: I can channel my power in the blade, just like He did... Impressive.... the fact I breath and hold it, shows I am worthy to wield... Driada: With this blade the other kingdoms can't deny any longer my right as the Witch Queen of the Reach, they need to obey and swear loyality to me.... Driada: Otherwise I simply kill them, just like I did with my predecessor, If I must, I conquer the other forsworn kingdoms and subjugate them by force... Driada: Soon my next move of my plan will start... and I will unleash the greatest Nightmare what Markarth can imagine..., then my victory will be granted.. Meanwhile, Gwynolda was sleeping naked in one of the tents in Druadach, her body seems unharmed, no visible injuries or damage, whatever did Driada to her it has no physical signs...... her amulet was taken along side with her belongings... Gwynolda: Hmmmm.. She woke up, feeling dizzy and sick.. Gwynolda: Uhmmm... She got herself together after few minutes and was confused, she still recovered from being wake... Gwynolda: What?.... She saw an forsworn redoubt, she did now know where or how she get there, she was very scared... Gwynolda: Where I am? How did I ended up here? Forsworn? But why?.. End
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Previous part: https://www.loverslab.com/blogs/entry/8653-shades-of-the-reach1/ Shade of the Reach part 2 Confused and suprised, and scared, I woke up in an unknown place, complety naked, not remembering what happened, last time I was in an Inn. I have no idea where I am or how I ended up here. Gwynolda: Where I am? When I looked around, first thing came to mind, this is some tribal camp or village, but I realised its a Redoubt, reachmen tribal village, real question how I ended up here... Gwynolda: This looks like a tribal camp or some similar. One of the warriors came to me, but I didn't understood the language, I had no idea what will happen to me and how my fate end.. he seems want me to follow him.. Warrior:(Gwynolda don't understand what he says..) He led me into a cage, put me there and locked it, in the highest point of the village, now I am worried, are they gonna sacrifice me for their "gods" and kill me or they gonna decreate my body or eaten, I am scared.. I am one of them, but in the end it doesn't really mattered to them, caged me and put a collar on me, I guess even my own blood no different then the nords.. and the collar is familiar one, the ones in Cidnha magicka blocking ones, they are aware of my magic, but how.. I looked around, crazy "heartless" one yelled words I didn't understood and desperatly forget blades, blood and remains of animals perhaps or even nords was in the tables, I fear I end up there.. Then, a Defaced girl came to me, she seemd not more friendly then the others, and spoken my language.. Defaced One: Poor Poor little girl, it seems your gods are not really favor you and your fate.. now the nords then we.. escaping from oen chain and cage to another, temple ,the mine, now my tribe... Gwynolda: How do you know...? She seems the Shaman or the witch of the tribe, I guess her magic gives vision or use Madanach's intel on me, or just merely guess the things.. she worded things weirdly, spoken the Witch Queen I heard of many times, Scourge of Markarth, it seems she wants calm me by her words, but in the end I feel more scared from them. Defaced One: But do not worry, your fate is in the hand of the Benelovent Witch Queen, no one gonna hurt you here until she orders of course, the crazy Briar heart, the warrior who you not understand or Raven-beast or anyone else you fear? No my little flower, they not gonna touch you, only the fools dare to challenge the Mighty Queen.. Speak freely.. Gwynolda: Whats going to happen with me? I decided to ask about my fate, after all thats most important question..and now her answers came.. Defaced One: Your fate? Its the hand of your Queen, the women who rule the blood of ours, but most important part is in your hand, we collared you because she saw your magical potential, and was worried you may hurt others or end a threat to her, collar keeps it down.. but .. Gwynolda: But? Defaced One: There is something you can decide, how your fate end up here.. Gwynolda: And how can I decide that? Defaced one: You are an outcast of Markarth and even from us, but if promise you are not going to harm us, I can get the collar off, however this is just one part of it. She stared get on my nerve, her secretive worlds and stupid riddle way of talking, never get on the point and I wanted really get a true answer.. but I didn't liked the answers, nor what they forced me.. Gwynolda: And what else I need do? Give me direct answers now! Defaced one: Calm down, just think a bit even if you not hurt us, you are not one of us, not loyal the blood what we share, not the goal we fight, if you left you may crawl back to Markarth leading them here or just kill me the moment when I took off the collar... Like you did with Thane Ognar.. Gwynolda: I'm not a murder, nor have ties to that case, Hamal framed me, because she hated me.. now tell me what you want from me.. Defaced one: Pledge your heart and loyality to the true Ruler of the Reach, to the Great Witch Queen, kiss her feet and swear for her and promise to her your doings gonna serve the Reach, not the Nords of Markarth.. do it and you are free from your cages in the Reach and amoungs us.. Gwynolda. If I do this, I am free?.. Fine.. Defaced One: Good, come with me girl, let us start it.. She brought me outside of the village, near to the familiar Karth River, no wonder they ambushed Skjolrd when he was near and deep into their kingdom, and she started instruct me for the coming trials.. She took off my collar.. Gwynolda: What are we doing now? Defaced One: You need Embrace your ancestry, the blood of Reach hidden in to you.. Gwynolda: And how should I do this? Defaced One: You embrace our culture and way of live, you learn your own culture.. Gwynolda: Ohh thats what you mean, so I need kill nords and carve their skulls to swords, do heretical ritauls and have sensual encounters with beast? Defaced One: Markarth surely posion your view on us and of course the Temple led by the rotten Hamal, I ignore this from you now, no let us start with smaller things, stand clear and close your eyes.. I did what she said, closed my eyes and stand frozen, waiting for what happening next, I felt she start paint on me, wairpaints to my face and tattoes too my body, she probably meant this by starting small... Defaced One: I'm done, you can open your eyes.. Defaced One: You look beautiful, the marks suits you truly.. Gwynolda: I weared some of these paintings on my face before... but not this one, what are these markings mean? Defaced One: You weared the marks and paints of our blood in the cities, the opressed ones, the marks of the outcast who forced live their old way of lives in the eyes of the nords of course. To us those marks was the rebels of the nords, now you wear the true form of that one, not the civilised variant.. Gwynolda: Thats interesting to hear.. Defaced One: Look at you now, true reachmen, worthy of your ancestors, and Dibella truly blessed you, those nord whore sof the temple and their jealousy, casting out you was the biggest spit on the goddess face.. Gwynolda: Wait, you worship Dibella too? This doesn't sound like the reachmen pantheon to me.. Defaced One: I do, Dibella is old goddess and my tribe always worshipped her is a primal form, nords forget how she were, but as myself I was in few times in the temple of hers in that rotten city and I learnt lessons there.. Gwynolda: I never saw you there... and what is Dibella's primal version? She started cast a spell, wich led me worried a bit, what are she up to again.. Defaced One: Such question and their answers can come later, now we have one thing left to do, before you can satisfie your curiosity of our culture.. However, after the spell was done... Gwynolda: You?!! The Defeaced one turned out the Innkeeper, who I last meet instead of Hamal.. Driada: We meet again Gwynolda, please understand my flower, visions was rather worrysome after learning you are not the Sybill of Dibella, I had to do this foreplay to knowing you are my ally or a mortal foe.. Allow me to introduce myself again, My name is Evelynn, but to the world I am known as Witch Queen Driada.. Gwynolda: The Witch Queen?! End Author notes
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previous part: https://www.loverslab.com/blogs/entry/9518-shade-of-the-reach3/ Shade of the Reach(4/4) The Witch Queen brought me in forgotten tower of the old dwemer, hidden and secret, like everything around in her, and now she told me the truth, she is women named Evelynn and everything fake, this got confusing and confusing and why she told me this, I am not even important let alone has any use for her plans, I asked her, but it made me more confused, what she even want from me.. danger of death is very clear to me.. Gwynolda: Why did you told me this, what you even gain? Evelynn: Because you told me everything about you, when we first meet.. Gwynolda: But, I can't offer anything to you.. Despite the situation, I just stood still and looked her silently, Evelynn was beautiful, I was just enthralled by her, The eyes show her strenght and ruthless ambition she has inside of her, the body of her is just wonderful for every part, even in the Dibellan standard, and the pressence of her, the savage, yet royal, just by looking made me a bit wet, I wonder how she does taste in down there, surely very good, I can't hide my lust towards her. Evelynn: Ohhh my sweet Gwynolda, you can.. Gwynolda: Im not sure on that truly, what can I give to you... I had no idea what she meant by that, I looked at her confused and standing still, she not hurted me or did anything what harm me, she just smiled and her words was just calming, I saw you mavolent intention from her nor had no worry about the coming events, despite not knowing what it coming. Evelynn: Gwynolda, you are silly girl are you? You already given something to me, but I let you figure out soon. She simply just walked towards tot he Balcony of the tower, and said I should clean myself from the warpaints and get an amulet from the, she has a special plan for me, I guess I have no other choice then do what she asked, she wishes see me in my best form, I think. Evelynn: Clean yourself from those barbaric markings, and get ready yourself, there is an amulet of Dibella in the closet, that one is yours, after you finished, I wait in the balcony, I have special plans for you.. Gwynolda: ... I just watched as she walked to the balcony, enjoying the sight of her body, more then I should, but it can't be helped, Evelynn was just wonderful. I cleaned my body of the mud she painted on me, take back my own amulet from the closet she put in and placed it back to its place on my neck, showing my faith for Lady Dibella. My body was clean and naked, as it should be for my goddess, after a few days having that mud warpaint thing on me, it feels good to be myself again, I got sick of those barbaric paints, they just too primitive and not pretty, I may have reachblood, but thats not for me. I took my time to prepare myself, but eventually I decided to do what she asked and moved toward the Balcony.. What greeted me outside was just a big suprise, I not expect at all, I stood still and looked at her merely.. Evelynn: Ohhh my, please not look like that my flower, Im starting to blush.. Gwynolda: Im sorry It was Evelynn with an Dibellan amulet, without her tribal garbs and other barbaric things, just her in the way of Dibella, and she answered for her own question. Evelynn: I answer to the question, what you can offer, you given your heart and love to me. Gwynolda: I can't hide my feelings and desires.. Evelynn: Yes, my dear... in the end you are alive and here for my own personal whim.. Gwynolda: Personal whim? What do you mean? Evelynn: After our mutual love making in the Inn, I couldn't kill you for some "witch" ritual and you being here serve no purpose for my plans, you are not the Sybill of Dibella or someone important at all. Gwynolda: Then who I am for you? You spared me for a reason and told me everything about yourself.. Evelynn: Young girl who warmed my cold heart, I never thought I can feel just as much you, after many years, I just like a young naive girl got attached like you, your feelings are mutual to me, so why I spared you, told everything? For my own selfish personal desires and whim, I want feel love from you(chuckles), now then come close Gwynolda and let yourself be my.. In the end, I was happy to hear those words even I am nothing more then a whim to her, and went closer to her, I wanted her and not anything more, we eventually started making out, feeling her lips was wonderful, as her hands closely embraced me, after many dissapointment in my love interest, I felt something different here.. Eventually kissing stopped, and we just sat down, mutually masturbating and fngering ourself, while looknig deep into each others yes, with a blazing yet gentle love.. Evelynn: You are truly wonderful Gwynolda, I thank you that.. She slowly make me lie down, and started fingering me, using the very well known Dibellan techniches on me, while slowly looking at my expression and face, she just smiled at me. Evelynn: You are so cute.. Eventually both of us, started fingering each other again, and followed the teaching of Dibella's mutual pleasure, both of us cummed and made love.. After it, we just merely sit down and talked about many things, we just relaxed and spend some comfortable time together.. Gwynolda: This was wonderful...I feel I got what I desire the most... Evelynn: Ohhh and what is that my dear? Gwynolda: Love.. I can happily say Im in love with you, you deceiving heart stealer person... Evelynn:(Chuckles) Happily hear that.. I was happy for once in my life, after the abusing temple, my mother and everything, I had a good time and finally peace, it was so good and I can't find the words for the joy I felt.. We spend a few weeks together, always naked and on each other making love and dibellan arts, but everything has an ending after all.. in the end it was another naive thought of me for having happiness and a women I can love, seducing me, enjoying my affection and throw me away for my own "sake" Evelynn: I think you should decide on your own life for once, Gwynolda without cages and chains, free at least... Gwynolda: What do you mean Evelynn? Evelynn: You should leave the Reach and start a life outside of it, and have your freedom, I would just put you in danger and cage you down like everything in this place, if you love someone, you know when you need let her go.. I have some vigilant gear and money and a map for you to leave safely, money is more enough to start a happy new life... My heart broken to pieces, and shattered, for a once I thought I have happiness and someone who actually love me for who I am and here for me, I just wanted to love and be loved, I was a fool again or I can say as always.... Evelynn: This would be the best of both of us, I not gonna forget you and I don't think you can betray me, reachmen just kill you, Markarth executes you, you have nothing to go, just to leave, Im thankful for this few weeks my dear, but I have goals I need reach, as much lovely you are, I not gonna give up them for a pretty girl.. You just was a whim, but I let you go without any harm and a chance to be life your life as much you want.. I will burn this province, I not want you here when that happen. So did I leave as much she asked, saying no would led she hurt me more then already did, Reach is nothing more then a sorrow and pain what followed me since I am alive, for a last time I walk the Karth River and leave the Hold forever, I not want step here ever again.. I decided put an enchantment on myself and forget about Evelynn and all my love life forever, as she said lets start a new life, I make sure I never step here again and not fall for a pretty face again.. Gwynolda: This is just too much pain for me, lets just make it dissapear.. End
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previous part: https://www.loverslab.com/blogs/entry/8731-shade-of-the-reach2/ Shade of the Reach(3/) Let me tell you an old legend or we could call it an old tale of the Reachmen, the tale of the mighty Witch Queen Driada, its a not a story what you heard from the local nords in the tavern, let alone from the modern reachmen. Who was Driada? She was mighty witch of the old times, someone who was almost equal to the greatest Red Eagle, she was immortal ruler of the kingdoms of the Reach, but this "immortality" had a dark secret, she devoured and possesed her own daughters, for a millenia and vowed to rule the Reach hold and destroy Markarth. In the recent times, the mighty Witch Queen after countless of times trying destroying Markath, she realised, its meaningless to try destroy outside, werewolf infestation, plagues, armies sieging down, all were failures, she realised she need take over by a different method, creating a new body to posses who can inherit the kingdom and let it be ruined. she seduced the Igmund the current king of Markath, and this plan made born a daughter, girl named Evelynn, but something went wrong, Driada got inpatient and she took the daughter to posses even before the planned date. To the greatest regret of the Witch Queen, this unusual case of events and the tales about her got into someone's ear, someone very dangerous and mighty, the Imperator Magus heard the rumors and legends and he pictured fast what happening, and when the King of Markarth begged to the Empire helping to get back his poor daughter from the Witch Queen. Gauis Magnus himself came to his aid, of course the Mighty Imperator Magus had his own agenda, exploiting the secrets of the Queen and her magic, and most importantly the daughter with great potential. Everything was foiled, Witch Queen was not even an opponent to the Imperator Magus, he just destroyed Driada, and the hole kingdom she hidden, he lost interest in the daughter as well and brought her back to Markath. The Witch Queen got removed from existence, her legend died with all ties to her, she was nothing more then a child tale in a reachmen village, and only thing she left is the Daughter named Evelynn. Who is Evelynn and what she does now? Good question, but the mystery is easy to solve, it is me after all. Things are that simple, I am the daughter of the True Witch Queen and King of Markarth, of course after vanish and defeat of Driada, my life was rather simple, teached to how to behave in the nobility and lie, especially manupulating and being cut throat as politics works in Markarth, but eventually I lost my status as heir, throwed out the royal family, and ended up a distant relative instead being the Crown Princess. I been sent to Winterhold and other various academies and spent quite a few years learning magic, but I discovered something, opposed my Mother, I had the ability to use all hidden power she put to the daughters, in the end she was a stagant and obsessed women, who losed herself in pointless revenge, gathering power she never could use, opposed me. Soon I ended up one of the few who can claim the most powerful Magister in all Skyrim. After my return, I ended up the new Court Wizard of Markarth, The old elf got stuck with dwemers and my father needed someone he can trust, I was not content with the role, and rightfully deserved more, but stuck with the role for years, while I managed improve my magic as much I can, soon I was master of all magical school and dark arts and the tribal magic of the reach by torturing those worthless hagravens, I ended up very thing what Driada aimed to be, but she perished, and I am alive. Years later, some of her old witches and followers found me, thinking I am Driada and took over the body of the daughter, what a chance to get my throne back and rule the tribes and other kingdoms of the Reachmen, the chance to end the conflict of Nord and Reachmen, forever and rule the reach hold as the greatest Queen. Using illusion magic to hide and change my face always when they speak of me, was easy way to hide my actual identity, pretending to be my mother wasn't hard either, she was barely know entity even amoungs her most loyal followers. For the current Witch-King of the Reach, he was blasted with one spell, and along with all hagravens in my domain and witches, and everyone who could find out who I am. Bear in mind this is the past of few yours ago, not the present, that remain secret how powerful and how much part I rule the Reach now. You just had the chance to now the beginnings of my Rise as the "Witch Queen of the Reach". Since you know now my identity and truth behind me, I presume you not want to die do you? Give me reason to keep you alive my dear Gwynolda, Im sure you can offer something to me. End
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Previous part: https://www.loverslab.com/blogs/entry/5988-ritual-at-dawn/ Leaving the Bloody Stone I was still thought about the dream, it was unusual compared my normal ones, Vaermina might decided to make fun of me or not. It took some time, I looked up a bit of the table, wich reminded me bit of the Temple.... Gwynolda: I was a bit not wise at night... But I decided its time leave the room and ask about some rumors before leaving the city Gwynolda: Well its about time to leave... I started look around for the vigilant's clothing in the room. Gwynolda: Where is those bloody rags... I started prepare myself to put those rags back on my body... These vigilant robe is most uncomfortable clothing I ever weared on myself, I despise all of it, but currently I have not much choice... Gwynolda: How can they wear of these? Its beyond normal, but guess fitting for the fanatical mobs... I put up my illusion spell to conceal my true self and leaved to room. I decided to walk barefoot as I used too, shoes are stange.... The smell of blood, booze and vomit welcomed as soon I stepped out the room, wenches walking over, people killing each other for nothing, good old silver-blood inn, where the blood is cheaper than the beer.... Gwynolda: Here we go again.... I sat down and started ask about whats happening in the reach and what are the new rumors... Innkeeper: Master-Vigilant welcome, how can I serve? Gwynolda: Greetings, innkeeper, may I ask what are the new rumors? Innkeeper: The words say witch queen is rising.... He started said the rumors, however this "witch queen" got my interest. Gwynolda: Witch-Queen? Who is her? Innkeeper: Some forsworn woman in east reach, she united them and led them against us... Gwynolda: Interesting... Innkeeper: The Jarl sent a force against her led by Skjoldr, however.... she sent back his head and his daughter disappeared along with the force.... After hearing the death of Skjoldr, I got a sad, it was a bit hard to hear, the man I saved died not long... I didn't say a word for it. Gwynolda:.... Innkeeper: Yes, real tragedy to lost an hero like him... I was sat there for a time withouth reactiong to anything, but the local beggar dengeir got interest in me he stared me.... he probably recognised me.. Dengaine: Are ya.... Dengaine: Gwyoldja?... you not looks like she, but talk ya her... As soon as I heard him saying my name, I was stood up and went closer to him...before he could reveal me.. I tried silence him... Gwynolda: Dengeir shut up... Dengaine: Huh? What ya doind Gwy... However, I could not hurt or even try kill him, so decided a less drop act for him hoping he would not reveal the sister who helped him... Gwynolda: Yes it is me, but do not reveal anyone... Dengaine: Gwynoljda aye wanted, jarl searched for ya, he might pay good money for me... Gwynolda: Please no... Dengaine: My mouth may shut off if Gwynoldja will be nice with me... like really you sisters should be fuck with me, I deserve your kindness by your pussy, if you do my mouth is shut for the guards ya... Gwynolda: Fine, meet me in the warrens later...then I be kind with you Dengeir...., I healed him several times even gave him food and coin and when he could pay my help for him, he simply balckmail me to fuck him....great...whatever I just want get out the city, I can get over it. Gwynolda: Great....now I can after the prisoners the beggar, getting better..... I walked towards to the exit, ready to leave the bloody inn. I stepped out the inn and the light of the sun welcomed me, it was while when I was in the city streets... it was nice after spending time with those lightless buildings... I looked around and started see how depopulated it became, this "witch queen" really sparked the war, the city looks more miserable than ever... I walked a bit around the market, before heading to the warrens, the market was still in good shape, despite the trade worsening of each day, but it was not lively as it was when I was in the temple. Gwynolda: Well lets go the warrens then... I walked down to the warrens to meet Dengaine for our thing, the warrens itself is not changed it is miserable as ever it was, the home of the reachmens, I would like here if I wasn't with the temple.. I took off my clothing and was ready to .... I wasn't that happy with this, but well if that is the price to leave this city, then I take it... Gwynolda: Well lets get over it... Dengaine: Great!! Fucking in the entrance of the warrens at daytime with the infamous beggar... well I fucked enough lowlife in the prison... my image is already destroyed...so its not matter anymore.. Gwynolda: So how you want to do? Dengaine: I want fuck your big round ass, ever since you started help me I wanted to do... Gwynolda: Just get over it... He grabbed me and started touch my butt at the back, it felt rather disguisting, embarrassing....I just wanted to move on... Gwynolda: Fuck already!.. Don't waste my time... Dengaine: I want feel you better.... Then he put his sword to my sheat, it was big, I heard rumors but not expected to be true, it felt... Gwynolda: Ahhhhhhh!!? Suprisingly, this was better than expected, I do not even thought he can make me feel something other than the desire to vomit... Dengaine: I'm not infamous, cause I'm ya beggar, nah its about my dick... Gwynolda: Ohhhhh!!? I can feel it why.... It felt not bad, but still the entire downpart of the city could say the "master vigilant" is fucking with the beggar, it was still humilitating... Gwynolda: You are big... Dengaine: Not the first sister say it... He started fuck me rougher and his sword went deeper in my sheat... I started enjoy it.. or simply got used in the mines... Gwynolda: Ahhhhh!! yeah... Dengaine: Your pussy feels great!!.. I noticed he started speak more normal, than his usual weird beggar style as he pounded my ass mercilessly.. Dengeir: Ahhh this ass is better than I thought... Gwynolda: You speak quite well for while... Dengeir: Nah its just an act.... this is my normal one.. He cummed in to me, it was well... like in the prison... I felt very dirty for doing this, but well better than murdering him..hurting beggars make Stendarr angry, fucking them makes him Happy.. Gwynolda: Screw you Stendarr...really.. Dengaine: This was awesome... His sword was still in attacking stance, so I made some fun for myself in the situation, it can't go worser anyway... Gwynolda: Ahhh yes!! Now I am in controll... Dengaine: Ohh... Riding him was better, at least I controlled the act... Gwynolda: Now them shut up... Dengaine: Ohh...fine I decided to put the pose in reserve, it was better to not see his ugly face... it was better in that way and he also shut his mouth...wich was good I started riding on his sword in reserve, firstly put in my asshole as a little practice of the forbidden art.. Gwynolda: Ahhhhhh!! Doing anal was fun, it was a while I did, it felt joyful... it brought some memories... Gwynolda: This feels great, remind me the first one... Then I simply put to my sheat and started riding on his sword that way.. Gwynolda: Yeah....this is great!! My reflexes from the mine came up, and I started enjoy it a bit too much or simply my body reacted that way to make me feel better.... or it was the survival insticts back there... Gwynolda: Yeahhh this feels great!!!... Then I realised, that fifty day in a mine leaved some of its mark on me, as I did this one, the joy was replaced with sad anger.... reminding myself of the whoring I did what I endured by forbidden dibellan acts and using acts what I liked the best... I felt as an heretic again... He cummed into my ass, and he was out of rounds, it was about the time to finish this... Dengaine: Ahhhh!!! This was fine!!! Gwynolda: .... After cleaning his messy cum of my body, I decided to put him a nightmare with my illusion spells..as an payback what he made me to feel.. I was bit angered and .... Gwynolda: Be glad, you get only just this.... Very vengeful, I put him a very special nightmare, so he can't tell he saw me and the spell only wears of If I am leave, but it was the time, I started get my clothes and leave.. going to the gates made me question, it was right to torture him? But I think it was....he deserved it.. Gwynolda: Well you get your punishment to made me to do this Dengaine, enjoy your dreams with Molag Bal.... don't worry you will enjoy those... it is still not enough what you made me feel.... Finally I leaved the city, it felt great to see the entrance of Markarth...the capital of the Reach, the city what Talos founded, it went quite shit honestly, but it was joyful to leave it once for all.. Talos may would dissapointed with you Markarth how much you fallen... I stared the city for a while, with happier mood, it took some time, but I took every second of it, despite my hatred this was my home after all....it needed a proper farewell... Gwynolda: Farewell Bloody stone, it was about time to leave you back... I was ready to go, however this weird bird got my attention.. Gwynolda: Whats this? It was an bonehawk, wich is weird since they only around in the northest of Skyrim, they should not around here... Gwynolda: Bonehawk, but why?... Driada: I see you......vengeful one...from the eye of the bonebird... Driada: You have such beautiful strong green color in your eyes..... Gwynolda: Time to go... End
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Previous part: https://www.loverslab.com/blogs/entry/5977-spoils-of-war/ Ritual at Dawn The Dawn came to Driada's kingdown, she was preparring to do an ritual in time when all of her kingdown is in dream, she doesn't wanted them to know what is she up, nor get disurbed during the ritual. She is chanted the words and used her witchcraft to it, the ritual itself is an form of guidance for her, to help her find what is she seek. She seek more power and ways to won her war against Markarth, currently she is interested in Sybill of Dibella, but the ritual is may not show her what is she desire, but what is she need for her goals. She put her offerings, blood of her newly found slave, remains of animals and some of the loot. Driada: Old Gods of the Reach, guide me for my war, for my goals, for my desires... Driada: Severed Goat head, dead corpse of the mighty beast, blood of my enemies, fresh loot as my offering for your answers.. Driada: Show me the one I seek, the one I desire, the one who might be my greatest ally or worst enemy.... Driada: Make her known of me, to seek me out, may her fall for me.... Driada: Show me the answers...show her...to me She closed her eyes and was ready to saw the answers what her ritual brought to her. The one eye seek is may the Sybill or not, she is in the heart of my enemies, one in strong green color, She will leave their heart for seeking her revenge, her goals, her desires... What is she desire? Love, Power? War? Peace?.... If answer her the right one, she will be mine..., if my answer is wrong, she.... The ritual was done, Driada got a small vision and an answer, she opened her eyes and thought a bit, the vision was blurry she does not recall too much of it. Driada: The only thing I remember is the strong green color, clothing? Eye? Magic? I don't know... I should start ordering my warriors to keep eye on it they might find her... The ritual is flawled and incompleted, she may know I already search her or I caused the entire city weird dreams.. Note(When Gwynolda is around, she will be narrate her usual first-person style like she did before...) After my bathing, I simply went to the Silver-blood in, payed with the gold of the dead Vigilant, I fall sleep in the uncomfortable stone bed in the rented room. But my sleeping was different this time, I got a weird dream... In my dream I saw an reachmen woman, Forsworn one, wearing horns in her hair, wearing markings on her body and her face, she is not really weared too much of clothing. She was attractive to myself, I found her rather beautiful, she simply asked me to find her... Forsworn woman: Seek me out.. And my dream ended, I was woke already.. Gwynolda: Uhhhhh... I sat down and thought a bit.. Gwynolda: Well this was weird..., this was not an usual one, maybe Vaermina got a bit moody...still she was hot.. Gwynolda: I should get myself ready to leave the city, maybe ask about others to have similar dreams or and listening some rumors.. End
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Prevous part: https://www.loverslab.com/blogs/entry/5971-rise-of-the-witch-queen/ Rise of the witch queen Spoils of War Somewhere in the Reach, there is the capital of Driada's kingdown, its in a well hided place, in north east region. It seems the Witch Queen hold an audience for a chained nord woman, the forsworn captured her one of their raids and brought her to their Queen. Driada smiled and looked up here, while she was sitten on her throne. Driada: Well well, who is this girl? Forsworn warrior: Noble girl, my Queen you might be interested in her. Driada: Is that so? She looked up the girl and asked her name, the girl shiver in feat answered the Witch Queen's question. Nord Girl: My name is Svana... Driada: My Queen is as you should adress me girl... Forsworn warrior: Wacht your tongue bitch... Svana: I'm sorry my Queen... Driada: An familiar marking on your face, who is you truly? She was a young skinny nordic woman, with an green warpaint, she was freeze and shiver in fear, don't even dared to look up the Witch Queen's face, while answering to her. Svana: I'm daughter of the Thane, Skjoldr, noble from Markarth... Driada: Ohhhh... Her expression changed more happier when she heard who's daughter is the girl.. Driada: Interesting, very interesting, daughter of the hated Skjoldr.... The girl was confused and fearful, and wondered what will happen her, she asked.... Svana: Whats going to happen with me? Driada: Well, I wonder what should do with you? The hated Skjoldr's daughter.... Hearing the Witch Queen's reaction, she started beg for her life... Svana: Please!! Mercy!!! The Witch Queen simply smiled to her begging. Driada: Mercy for what? You don't even know what we going to do with you... She was cyring and yelling to her, while she begged for her life. Svana: Please do not kill me!!! I beg you!!! I do anything!!! just don't hurt me!!! Driada: Anything you say?... She simply showed her feet and smirked while looked at her. Driada: Why don't you swear loyality for your Queen? Svana: Swear loyality? To you? Driada: Yes, rare oppurnity for a nord like yourself... Svana: What should I do for that? Driada: Kiss my feet... Svana did stand up a bit from her begging and looked up confused... Svana: Kiss your feet? Driada: And say "I am all yours my Queen, my loyality is undying to you, your wishes is my sacred commands" She went closer to the Witch Queen's feet, however she was relucant to kiss her feet.... Driada: Whats the matter? Disguisted to kiss an reachmen woman's feet? Svana: No, my Queen, just a bit.....(Ehhhhhhh, kissing this....) She changed her sitting and put all of her feet towards her. Driada: In this way its more comfortable? Svana: Yes, my Queen... As she was only one step to kiss her feet, she was hitted by the strong blood smelll... Svana: Your feet is smells like blood.... She looked up her and simply laughed... Driada: Of course it is smells like that, this is your father's blood, I cutted his head off..... Svana: What!!!?? You monster!!! How dare you!!! She put her feet on her head and strongly keeped it there. Driada: You can die horrible ways my dear anytime.. Svana: No!!! Driada: Then what are you waiting for... She sweared her loyality to her and kissed her feet with disguist... Svana: I am all yours my Queen, my loyality is undying to you, your wishes is my sacred commands... Driada: Good, now then my Slave, lick me... Svana: Yes my Queen... Witch Queen stoop up from her Throne and Svana started to lick her while the guard watched her.. Driada: Feel Be honored slave, I rarely allow to an nord to even lick my pussy... Svana tried the hardest to gave her best licking, however despite that, the Witch Queen wasn't that pleased. Driada: Is this your best and you dare lick me? Pretty obvius you never licked pussy before.... Driada: Enough.... Witch Queen sat back to her throne, with a very annoyed expression, she was dissapointed... Driada: Get her out to my sight! Use her as reward for my best warriors, we might can use her blood to strenghthen our warriors...., not forget slave, you sweared to me, so this is an command.. Forsworn warrior: Yes my Queen, we take her away immediatly!! Svana: Yes my Queen... They Throwed her one of the local hut, compared the others, the tent maybe is the Queen's one Forsworn warrior: Enjoy your new home, you will be used by the strongest of the kingdown...begrateful your the Witch Queen's mercy normally you would be sacrificed or killed, if you learn lick better you may found yourself in a better position slave, she might give you another chance... or simply if you give a birth for a few warrior.. Svana... End
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Previous part: https://www.loverslab.com/blogs/entry/5955-gwynolda-deciding-her-future/ Rise of the Witch Queen The understone keep, symbol of the jarl's power, where the jarl of Markath reside, Igmund. Skjoldr, Thane of Markath went in haste to the palace, carrying the dreadful news of the hold to his Jarl. The palace was filled with the usual mood, Skjoldr could even hear the yelling of the Jarl, as his uncle states the problems of the nobility and the other matters. The guards allowed their Thane to approach the Jarls. As he approached, he kneeled down and got himself ready to tell the news of the hold to Igmund. Igmund greeted him with happier reaction, expecting better subject from him, however.. Igmund: Skjoldr! I hope you bring me good news.. Skjoldr: My Jarl I have dreadful news.... Igmund:(Sigh) Tell me then.. Skjoldr :The war with Forsworn worsened, they use different tactics than before, they use monsters and abominations, the raidings and trade harrasing became lot more common. We only found remains of the caravans... Igmund: I fear to ask but what did you found? Skjoldr: They use magic, now much more than before, only burned corpses, they use now in the battles and ambushes. Recently we lost many battles against them. I heard rumors wich became appareant recently.. Igmund's face changed to angered expression after hearing the news of the war. He took sometime to be calm and asked Skjoldr about the forsworn. Igmund: Nobility at my throat, Silver-blood screwing my hold's economy and now even forsworn became more problem..Well then tell me about these "rumors". Skjoldr started state of the rumors what he heard, althought he was a bit relucant seeing the jarls reaction of the news, he don't really wanted to anger him with rumors from random folks in the city. He thought better tell later what he learnt. Skjoldr: My jarl these are just mere rumors in the city, might better wait.... Igmund: You serving me for many years as my Thane, I know when you lie, what did you learn? Skjoldr: They have an leader who united Eastern tribes under one banner.... Igmund: Leader? Who Madanach? He is escaped? Skjoldr: Even he did, he is now meaningless... Igmund: Alright, so who is this leader? Skjoldr, get himself together and stated the name, even with the chance to anger the Jarl with the foolish thought rumor what has been talked in the city. Skjoldr: Witch Queen of the Reach, as they call her... Igmund: Witch Queen? Don't tell me... Skjoldr: I fear my Jarl I have to tell, she is very real, forsworn was never really this united ever since the incident... Igmund: ... The witch queen of the Reach, aside of the rumors there is not too much knowledge about her, she is rumored to came from North East of the Reach and united the most of the tribes there under herself. Skjoldr: The rumors were started by our own soldiers... Igmund: What?!! According the rumors she is fearful witch and the same time formidable warrior, who claimed herself as the strongest of forsworn exceeding the monstorus abominations there. Skjoldr: There was reports of an woman who weared the crown of the Reach, using vile sorceries, she might be the behind in the Ognar incident.. Igmund: I thought the sister named Gwynolda was? She was imprisoned for it, the mother of the Temple told us. Skjoldr: What?? Why I heard of this now, she can't be done that since she was with me during that... She saved me.. Igmund: If that is true then... Fucking Hamal... I took matter in my hands. She united the Eastern reach under her and lead the armies by herself, ever since she took over Markarth started losing. More abominations, more magic and the fighting style of the forsworn started revolving in cunning then numbers... Skjoldr: I distracted you from the main subject, I'm sorry my Jarl.. Igmund: Doesn't matter another wretched thing to deal in this rotten city, another knife in my throat, if this Gwynolda girl is that capable healer, we should get her back soon as possible... So anything else about this Queen? Skjoldr: She probably has very big chunk of terrority under her rule and uniting the forsworn, presumably in east.. Igmund: So what do you suggest to do? Skjoldr: We need cut the head of the forsworn before its too late, we need kill this Witch Queen as fast is possible... Igmund: I presume you have a plan how you do this? Skjoldr: Of course my jarl, give an expeditionary force, mainly the heavy infantry, I led another campaign against the forsworn, I plan to move fast and use rush imperial tactics, we going to finish her fast as possible then the forsworns will be disunited as it should. Igmund: I send word, assemble the force then Skjoldr.. Skjoldr: Yes my Jarl As soon as he left the palace, the word was sent, the force was assembled. An low number of fast moving Markarth battalion, resembling the imperial legion, Skjoldr was ready to march in the deep of the Witch Queen's terrority. He gave little speech and ordered to march. Skjoldr: Listen well soldiers!! We going to cut the head of the snake before its wakes, we going to kill this so Called Witch Queen in deep of her hut!! Do not fear of the tribals, they are the same puny weaklings as before, even with their mighty Bitch Queen!! Come one Soldiers Glory a Waits!!! victory or Sonvgarde!!!! Soldiers: Victory or Songarde!! Skjoldr: March!!! As little Skjoldr know, as soon as the nigh fallen, his force was ambushed by werewolves. An unexpected battle against monster what Skjoldr and his soldiers never faced, he got defeated along with his army fast. He was captured by the forsworn and brought him to an unknown place, a Redoubt mostlikely, one of the many. Unkown Voice: Wake up Nord! Skjoldr: Hmmmm... Skjoldr woke up and he started see where is he and thinked about his situation.. Skjoldr: It seems I am alive, hmmm as an hostage? This is an Redoubt, but well there is too much of it. He immediatly saw the hagraven who stare him, she was ugly and her expression was angry. Skjoldr didn't hide his disguist. Skjoldr: Ohh my what kind of ugly abomination are you? Hag Raven: Disrespectul Scum I rip you into shreads!! Another woman was approached, Skjoldr immediatly recognised her as the Witch Queen, the descriptions of the rumors was fit her, Reachmen woman who wear the crown of the Reach, markings on her body. She calmed the hagraven.. she didn't really payed too much attention to Skjoldr at the moment. Witch Queen: Calm Hetta.. Hetta: I'm sorry my Queen... Skjoldr:(The witch queen, if I could get out...) Skjoldr: So you must be the famous Witch Queen I heard of.(Need a bit of distraction of her.. some reason those markings are familiar wonder why...) Hetta: Silence Worm, Do not talk until you are asked!! Witch Queen: Hetta... Hetta: I'm sorry my Queen, but he... Skjoldr tries to untie himself as the legion taught him, however no matter how he tries he can't. Witch Queen: Do not bother it my dear, I made preparations in case of escaping.., bit of curse, some enchantment... Can make quite strong tie, even for a mighty warrior... even if you do escape you can't take me and Hetta by yourself... Skjoldr: Dammit!! Hetta: Stepid nord, hahah!! Remain there!! Skjoldr: Nice court, I expected more royal, but well you are just an barbarian with your pet raven... Witch Queen: I did have an bigger court, but got a bit of misunderstanding with them... Skjoldr: So who are you exatly? She started introduce herself to Skjoldr, althought lot of her name was unpronuncable to him, due that only of part of her name was recognisable to him and remembered. Witch Queen: I am Driada, Witch Queen of the Eastern Reach, member of the Glemoril coven. I am the leader of the Forsworn Alliance. Skjoldr: How exactly did you rise to power or why? Driada: We have important matters to do, no time for history.. Now then a question for you.. Skjoldr: I'm not going to tell you anything... Driada: Ohh you will... Her enchantments forced him to answer all question she had to him, still Skjoldr not give up and he tried get more information from her... Driada: Who are you? Skjoldr: I'm Skjoldr, former Legate, now Thane and main leader of the Markarth army. I'm the strategist of... Driada: Great! You are the one I looked for, the troops under you caused me quite a bit of problems.. Skjoldr: How did you know we are coming? She grabbed her sword Driada: Those who holds the blessing of Kyne, the nature are its ally, I have spies over the entire Reach, just needed send my warriors for you in the right time, you were fool enough to lead..... Skjoldr: So what are you planning to do with me? Driada: Send an message to Markarth.. She started walking towards him Skjoldr: What kind of message you want me to deliver?(Might able to get out here alive...) Driada: Hmmmm... Driada: Ohhh my, you do not need to do anything... Skjoldr: What?! She stopped near him and preparred to strike him down with a smile... Driada: I just send some parts of you and your soldiers back to your Jarl... Skjoldr: So the message will be my head? Driada: Ohh don't be suprised. Skjoldr started preparring himself to his fate...while the Witch Queen explained him her message.. Driada: You are the head of their military, the one who thought all of the ways to defeat us, you bringed us quite amounf of defeat during this years, just like you planned, I intend to make my enemy weaker both military wise and moral wise. You really expected me to let go the main asset of Markarth's millitary? Skjoldr: Well... Driada: Before I do this, Do you know who is the current Sybill of Dibella? Skjoldr accepted his feat, he was ready to go Sovngarde, as her sword started reach his Throat he made peace within himself. Driada: No asnwers then... The Witch Queen cutted off head with a mere smile, she simply showed joy as her sword decipcate Skjoldr... She did slowly as she could do, to make him have the most pain as possible, to broke he's peaceful expression, however Skjoldr was already ready, his expression was same as his head fell off. After she was done, she bathed in his blood, sheated her sword and looked at Hetta. Hetta was a bit scared of her, but she asked her is she done. Hetta: Are you finished my Queen? She simply smiled at her and said.. Driada: I am done, get ready his body for the message and clean up the mess.. Hetta: Yes my Queen... The witch queen was ready to do other matters, she ordered Hetta to call her court. Driada: Hetta, call my court... Hetta: But my Queen... Driada: Whats the problem Hetta? Hetta: You killed them... Driada: What about the advisors? Hetta: I think they are somewhere around here, just bit missing some parts of them... Driada: Ohh... Hetta: i make the preparations my Queen for the new court. End
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Previous part: https://www.loverslab.com/blogs/entry/6255-deceived-her-trapped-her/ Devious Allure The long hide is over and soon my vengeance will be done, I waited a two or more week for this hiding like a bandit or any scum, but the day of pilgrimage has near, I need a few days to wait. Gwynolda: Finally it the day of justice has come.. Hamal will arrive in the coming days, she will rest near the old Hroldan, I need go there and prepare for the ambush. These weeks was hard and I learnt the truth of myself, sisters lied to me... I guess time to move on.. My hair is grown back to their original shape, I guess Lady Dibella disliked the fact I denied my beauty, it was expected she will.. Gwynolda: Its raining...sky is dark.. A bit of walk and I was already there to the inn, its a brings back some memories, after all this was the place where I brought and healed Skjoldr... Gwynolda: The Old Hroldan... The inn was warm, As I stepped in I looked around.. Gwynolda:(sigh) The great "resting" place of Tiber Septim, nothing more than just some mere rumors to try get more guest, its pretty much same as any other inns in the province.. I should talk the innkeeper.. I went to her, I did not recognised the woman, it seems the previous one was missing maybe or she had something important to do.. Gwynolda: Greetings... Innkeeper: Welcome! She was a reachmen woman in black clothing, with interesting markings on her face, weirdes thing was on her is the amulet, bone-hawk, I meet some in the recent weeks, so it maybe not that strange. She was attractive, I found her pretty, but she had some mysterius aura. She asked me what do I want. Innkeeper: I can see in your face, I'm not the one expected, I'm Driada, the owner of the inn is on an important matter, so I keep things here together until she returns.. May I ask my dear, what does you need? Gwynolda: I need room for a few days, I will stay here for a while.. Driada: Sure... She started asking rather strange things about me.. Driada: I can see there is a lot of thing wich troubles you.. Gwynolda: Uhmm... Driada: You can talk with me about them, I just an innkeeper, let your heart open my darling... I guess she may right, I should talk someone about all of the things happened me, it can help me feel better about... Gwynolda: Why not... I started share her of the events of my life, the ones in the temples, the ones in the mines all of them, the truth I learned about myself all of them. I simply trusted her, don't know why? Maybe because she is fellow reachmen? She listened all of them and offered warm and kind words. It felt good to tell someone this... Driada: This is horrible my dear, you went a throught a lot.... Gwynolda: Right!!? I hope I can make pay that bitch! I wasn't the best member of the Temple, but I did nothing wrong to deserve this! Driada: I'm really sorry my dear, no one deserves this treatment, its truly sad how far the Temple of Love fallen to cast out a beautiful loving person like yourself.. Gwynolda: Damn right!! Driada: Is there something what your heart desires the most my dear? Her question was a bit odd, but it was something I desired besides make Hamal pay. I didn't think it will be any problem, so I simply answered her. Gwynolda: Aside of Vengeance? Well... She was suprised by my answer, I guess she expected something else. Gwynolda: Love! Driada: Love? Gwynolda: Yes! Driada: Its cute and sweet ohh my.. Gwynolda: I thought we could make love with each other... She simply smiled and looked at me, I guess my offer was not disliked by her, I couldn't help after the mine I really missed the touch of a woman, she does not too much older than me and pretty, even nice so a I am crushing her, it can't be helped.. Driada: I see.., unexpected request, but I will not decline you, come closer my dear lets took of our clothes, I will give you what your heart desires.. At first I was a bit suprised how easily she said yes, to my request, but honestly I didn't cared it. We took off our clothes and went to the room I rented. I looked on her, she had those markings all over in her body, but I didn't really asked it her what are those.. Driada: Come closer... She kissed me slowly and started touched me there gently.. her techniche was almost on par with the sisters, I was greatly suprised.., she asked me I taste better in bottom, I tried answer her, but her tongue was merciless. Driada: You are so sweet, I wonder if your flower there is sweeter.. Gwynolda: I guess.. I felt powerless against her, she seduced me slowly.. it was so great kissing with her... Driada: Is that so? Well then if you mind I try it... I lied down and let her lick me there, her tongue was even more faster down here than in my mouth.. Driada: As I thought... Driada: Sweeter.. I asked her to do the mutual pleasuring.. Gwynolda: We can try rubbing each other... Driada: Hmmmm? We used the most common pose of the temple, scrissor... she was suprisingly well versed the arts of Dibella, even better than Jeanne.. Gwynolda: You are good... almost like a sister of the Temple... are you former sister? Driada: No, I never was in the Temple, but thank you... The entire inn was full of my moans, I was loud, compared to me she was silent, but I saw the pleasures on her face, she enjoyed as I am.. Something special was in her, almost felt wild, natural, she was different than my other partners and even more unsual compared the sisters.. Then it happened, she seduced me finally, she won over my heart... I wanted tell her during this, but I couldn't.... Gwynolda: I... And we finished in the end, I was full of the pleasures, she was more controlled in the end..., but even herself is moaned along with me.. Gwynolda: Ahhhhhh! Driada: Ohhhhh! This was great, I felt joy and peace and even better love, it seems all I needed was this, meeting someone loving and nice, rather then a cold justice delivering for that old rigid dry woman.. I'm feel happy after a very long time.. Gwynolda: I think I might fallen love with you.. Driada: Hmmm?.. Driada: I think you should rest a bit my dear Gwynolda.. Gwynolda: Huh? Driada: Sleep peacefully my dear... Driada: Now your little heart in her most happiest and loving.. Driada: I rip out from you, my beloved Sybill... End Author's note
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Previous Part: https://www.loverslab.com/blogs/entry/6033-the-necessary-change/ Deceived Her, Trapper Her In the darkest day of the month, an unfortunate time of the Reach, one of the sisters decided to visit the Shrine of Dibella outside of the reach. She chanted the the sermons of Dibella, fully concentrating on her worship. She was an older woman in hooded robes of the sisterhood, concealing her face and pressence, however someone noticed her. She walked closer to her, only her footsteps was loud enough to the sister's perception, anything else of her pressence was hided enough. She was worried, she simply cannot decide who approaching her only the sounds of her footstep give the impression its a woman. Sister: Who is that? The woman simply answered the question. Woman: My name is Driada, just an regular folk from the nearest village. The times are hard for us, lot of sick folks, hunger and this war, I decided plea for help from Lady Dibella.. Hearing that, sister calmed down, she looked up her and only saw a reachmen woman in black clothes. Sister: You scared me.. Are you reachmen? Driada: I am from the blood of the Reach, yes is that bother you sister? Sister: No.. Driada: We live in such troubled time, the Forsworn is raising, Jarl lost his general and there is a rumor of this "wtich-queen". Do the Temple has their Sybill? In these dark times we need Lady Dibella's guidance.. I hope so.. Sister: Indeed, these are dark times, sadly we lost our Sybill, she is missing...we even have an exiled sister Gwynolda too.. Driada: Thats worrying.. (Gwynolda you say, sounds familiar..)... Driada: Are you sure it was wise to come here in this current situation? Sister: What do you mean? Driada: I simply mean, you took a great risk for nothing to come here... Sister: What are you talking about? Driada: Your reaction, you expected danger... Sister: Ohhh, you are mistaken my dear I simply here for my monthly pilgrimage. The woman raised her feet, preparing something, the sister didn't notice what she is up to. Driada: Let me say a bit different then... Driada: It was not wise to come here Mother Hamal.... She killed Hamal, Hamal body was impaled by ice Spear. Driada: It was easier than expected, I expected some resistance from the mother of Temple... Driada: She feared the exiled sister revenge and came earlier then she may can find her here, then would hide in the city.. Driada: Well I guess Gwynolda is the one I seek, the vengeful one, I thought I might caught her before she can do her revenge, but this is victory too, another head severed, Markath lost the Temple and Military leaders, only I could take Igmunds too.... She started cast some foul dark magic. Driada: You can be useful still Hamal...serve me in dead Driada: I took the joy of vengeance from her, not matter much in my plans... She raised Hamal from the death, forcing her to serve her goals...Hamal talking ability was degraded, she barely could say words, only talk like a worthless husk of flesh, a zombie... Hamal: Wha...t have...you...done.. wi...th me? Driada: I raised you from the death to serve me... Hamal: Who....are...you? Driada: Witch Queen of the Reach... I seek the Sybill, who is that? Hamal: I don't know... Driada: Really? She is the girl you exiled who is heading this way to kill you... Hamal: Gwynolda.....Th...at..Can't..be... Driada: My my, the fool and jealous leader exiled the aspiring young reachmen girl who happens to be the Sybill of Dibella? Amusing...you contributed the downfall of Markarth greatly.. Hamal: N...oo... Driada: You going back to the Temple and do my bidding, crumble the order, spread heresy, broke the sisters, you going have ability to talk soon... Gwynolda will come here, I have some time to prepare her arrival... she will be welcomed by my trap. End
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