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| Topic Started: Nov 16 2016, 08:04 PM (373 Views) | |
| Rick | Nov 25 2016, 01:08 PM Post #21 |
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Caught up....a very enjoyable read Sere, Im still following... |
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| Serethil | Nov 25 2016, 01:31 PM Post #22 |
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Thank you! We're still talking about what happens next.... |
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| Serethil | Nov 26 2016, 10:15 PM Post #23 |
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Five - Leavings: It’s a given that goodbyes are a bitch. And again, we all shed tears. The few who were staying to work the mine were just as sad as those of us who were going - to a home we might not recognize when we arrived. And of course that was part of the sadness. And for me - well, perhaps I’d managed to get some sort of revenge against that prince.... but nothing would restore my home and family. Of course, I now had my own family - Andur, Selalla, Anki, Deni - and Dendi, Lucia, and Tan. So. I AM a mother hen! Somehow it suits me for this time. But if it causes me such heart-soreness as each leaves.... how then will I manage? Well. I’ll find out then, won’t I? I thrust all the worries into some very convenient chest in my mind and left them to stew while I got on with living - and the trek. Elgial was driving a wagon himself this time, having been vetted by both Selalla and Arnem. So that was one more to change about to give those who needed time on a horse as much as they needed breathing. I wasn’t very good at driving. I’m happy to admit my lacks - and lack of interest in driving is one of them. Horses are one thing. Creaking boxes on wheels with all those reins to manage - I’m happy to not have to do it. Andur and Selalla just grinned at me, no doubt thinking I was a silly woman. But - someone has to have time to think out camp and cooking; I can do that horseback (since I don’t have to think about riding), but not driving. The way is long from Falkreath into Hammerfell. I didn’t really want us to stop in Elinhir - scummy place that it is. So the first night we stopped at what we thought was the Falkreath side of the border, and after night-meal we held a family palaver - mostly about where we wanted to go first. No, I wasn’t pushing to head for Fenbaggan. I - really didn’t want to see it again. I already knew I was the only survivor - though I suppose there might have been others, washed downstream by the floods but not drowned. If so, we’d find them eventually. And I explained why I didn’t think Elinhir was a good idea. Selalla nodded emphatically. “Yes. We would do well to not go there. What think you then? Taneth? You had short shrift from the prince....” I shook my head. “Unless things have changed in these years - and they well might have - we will not find much welcome there. We would do well to send one of the men to Taneth eventually - they don’t.... want to talk to women much - but after we’ve decided where to go first. If things have changed materially, we need to know it.” And so we left it, for night descended abruptly, and here on the dark slopes of the mountains, the snow began precipitately. We banked the fires, and closed ourselves into the tents - and as the wind rose to a howl, I for one wished either the mine or the Castle. Or at least something more solid than the tent. How soon we forget our nomadic ancestors. Oh. And there was the first answer. But it would have to wait out the storm. |
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| Andra Hawksdaughter | Nov 26 2016, 11:27 PM Post #24 |
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So sad, goodbyes. And I can feel Siara's apprehension, hard not to, but I can also just about SEE her mind working! Wonderful update Sis! :thumb: |
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| Serethil | Nov 26 2016, 11:41 PM Post #25 |
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Thanks, sis! This is all just my usual sort of weirdness - I open the file in wordperfect, re-read the last stuff, and start writing.... And it winds up where it winds up. So yah, Siara has looked back into her heritage..... |
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| Areial | Nov 27 2016, 12:12 PM Post #26 |
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Et'Ada
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Very nice read, with a lot of feeling! |
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| Rick | Nov 27 2016, 05:32 PM Post #27 |
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So they yern for their homeland, but can't think of a settlement they'd be happy in? Rick's advice...Sentinel or Hegethe With trading and population....they could reintegrate with Redguard culture..settle in....but the family would dissolve into just friendships scattered across town, with old memories to share in a tavern... Alternatively...do what they did in Falkreath....set up a new settlement. West coast for sailing and fishing maybe....keep the family intact and become the elders of a new community :) |
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| Serethil | Nov 27 2016, 09:07 PM Post #28 |
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Et'Ada
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Eh, nope. Neither one is optimal for SO many reasons. Not to worry, Siara has a plan. |
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| Serethil | Nov 27 2016, 10:38 PM Post #29 |
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Six - Forward to Tomorrows: Dawn. We were all up, and all cold. Fire was the first thing and once its orange and yellow and red fingers were reaching for the sky, we sat huddled around it with furs and bedrolls slung over the exposed bits. The Jerrals were - inclement - most of the year, and at this particular time, even more so. I wondered if there was daedric malice behind the weather - but it felt normal, so I put that worry aside for now. Of course.... I had reason to know that daedric princes could force the weather out of its normal pattern.... “See you. We need to talk over where we might go into Hammerfell. Obviously I do not.... wish... to return to Fenbaggan. There’s nothing there to return TO. If some others of my gens might still live, we can send out word to pull them in - later. After we have a new, more settled, home.” I glanced at Selalla - as the matriarch, she should have the say. “Eh, Siara - I agree. Fenbaggan would not - work for any of us. Probably, there’s still the flood - its remains anyway. And our family - well, we’ve never been for the coastal, wetter areas.” Her glance at me gave me the opening. “So.... we were, are, and will always be - nomads. What better place to go, what better place to make a new life for all - than within the Alik’r? The desert will give us a home. Yes, there will be issues - not enough water (but I have some thoughts there for later); the tribes already living there and protecting territories, the weather. And the simooms.... But to me, it feels right. What say you all?” The silence seemed to me a wave to bury us. But then, the murmur of assent washed over me - a wave much more of joy than despair. I felt as if it had been my job to bring us back to this heritage. I hoped I was not misled. But ANYTHING was better than the quasi-Imperial culture of Sentinel, or the stagnant quasi-Yokudan pretense of Hegathe. Not to mention the drugged non-minds of rulers such as I’d found in Taneth.... I drew a breath of free air - the air of the desert. But of course, there were other considerations - such as where we should make for, to insert ourselves into said desert with a minimum of disturbance to the established status-quo. Selalla, her mother-goddess smile firmly in place, said “Well.... we should remove to a more comfortable clime - downhill some miles would perhaps be best?” So we did just that. And - if I had strange feelings about Selalla’s smile.... well, I wasn’t after saying anything.... |
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| Andra Hawksdaughter | Nov 27 2016, 10:58 PM Post #30 |
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Perfect Sere, as Selalla's smile! :thumb: |
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| Serethil | Nov 27 2016, 11:03 PM Post #31 |
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Et'Ada
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Heh.... it's all coming to a head, with another mod.... (with some tweaks of course to make things "match up appropriately").... |
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| Areial | Nov 27 2016, 11:14 PM Post #32 |
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Et'Ada
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nice read!! desert! Perfect for them all... someone has a plan. |
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| Serethil | Nov 27 2016, 11:15 PM Post #33 |
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Ayup. Now.... Siara *thinks* she has a plan. But - Selalla.... never discount a mother goddess. |
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| Rick | Nov 28 2016, 08:42 AM Post #34 |
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Ha ha ha.....Sere, did Siara "see" my suggestions through you....in discounting Sentinel and Hegethe? You realise then I communicated with her personality! Chuckles. So....Selalla then....wiley old bird keeps cards close to her chest..... |
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| Serethil | Nov 28 2016, 08:47 PM Post #35 |
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Yep. And I have to go mess with a mod before I can continue. |
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| Grits | Nov 28 2016, 10:51 PM Post #36 |
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Ooo, this is exciting. I love the desert. And road trips. A road trip to the desert is the best! :D |
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| Serethil | Nov 28 2016, 11:16 PM Post #37 |
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Happy Holidays, Grits! I love THIS desert - because I don't have to live in it.... Actually I am SO not fond of deserts or beaches.... hot, sandy, icky.... YUCK. My idea of a beach is one on the Olympic Peninsula. And the only time I like where I live (which is still the desert SW even if at 7k feet) is like these last few days - when it's in the teens overnight, and snowing night and day. It's not like deep out there yet, but every little bit helps. |
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| Serethil | Nov 29 2016, 09:29 PM Post #38 |
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Seven - Onward: We moved downhill far enough that the snow became rain, and then stopped altogether. A good thing - because tent fabric has never done well with a soaking rain - snow it sheds downward, and if it freezes you just gather a few men and have them beat it against a tree then shake the ice off. I set the younglings to starting potatoes and yams for dinner, and set out with Lucia to hunt something for meat. We all took it in turn to train her in the ways to keep herself alive. She stalked a brace of rabbits and got both with her bow. I added a fawn which was limping - it wouldn’t live over the winter, so it would go to keep us in good health. We stopped at a small stream, and I tickled out several salmon as I showed her how to stand downstream, so very very still while moving her fingers up under the gills, and then grab, pinch, and throw far enough up the bank so the fish couldn’t slither back into the water and escape. “It - seems - cruel.... We know they can’t breathe out of the water....” “True, love. But something must always give its life to support life in others. Whether it’s the rabbits or the fawn or the salmon; or whether it’s the grain and the tomatoes and the mushrooms. We take what we must, we don’t take more than we need, and we thank Kyne for the food at meals. “And.... we thank the beasts and the other food when we gather it.” Which I did, by making a bless-glyph in the air (interesting enough, it glowed this time, a healthy emerald green - rather a surprise, but perhaps Kyne was trying to show Lucia?) and murmuring “Kyne give you peace and rest and meadows without end, and no predators to take you.” She looked at me, and said matter-of-factly “Kyne appreciates your reverence.” Oh ho. So this one already had a vocation, but perhaps did not know it as yet. I would keep that to myself - except for Selalla. “That’s a good thing then! Let’s get back, it will take some time to skin and butcher. We’ll give over the mushrooms and tomatoes to Dendi to take to Selalla while we deal with the beasts.” She smiled and nodded, but I thought she was - elsewhere. I was thinking this was a very good thing for her, who had no value to the family of which she sprang - that an over-goddess would give her that recognition. On the way back we found some berry bushes and some nuts which we added to the baskets. She murmured a small song I thought, and as we arrived back at the camp, Dendi was there to meet us. We handed over the mushrooms, tomatoes (wild ones but they’d be sweet even so), berries and nuts, and sent him off to Selalla. Then we set to butchering the game and fish. It didn’t take long: a fawn, two rabbits, and six salmon was not a great deal of work. Then she wrinkled her nose at me, and said “Eh. We need a bath!” “So we do, my girl! Come along, we’ll do that before cooking.” It was a feast of almost epic proportions really - because we were nearly home. We sat back after the meal, everyone sipping a bit more of whatever appealed; we were relaxed, and the elders told tales of our people - which had the younglings’ eyes popping. And Selalla smiled. That smile.... I wondered. But apparently it was not time to know. |
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| Areial | Nov 30 2016, 05:06 AM Post #39 |
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Et'Ada
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Ohh.. secret's and hint's to a child's future!! great read! |
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| Kane | Nov 30 2016, 09:13 AM Post #40 |
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Mmm, made me hungry. ^_^ A Kyne influence in the works? Interesting... |
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