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| Jacelyn Michel: Tales of a Freelance Larcenist | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 26 2016, 12:47 PM (4,063 Views) | |
| Kane | Aug 24 2016, 07:53 AM Post #281 |
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| ghastley | Aug 24 2016, 10:46 AM Post #282 |
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I'm still trying to work out what the result of a face sculptor doing a boob job might look like. The possibilities of feature relocation are mind-bending. :devil: |
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| Acadian | Aug 24 2016, 11:41 AM Post #283 |
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Was out of town for a week and nice to catch up with Jace! Pg 30. Poor Jace – shooting her ally in the rump is a fear we know well. I think Vorstag’s suggestion of some training is an excellent one. Nice touch, using a resist frost potion in Skyrim’s chilly rivers. Pg 31. Good idea to do some Winterhold training – I think Vorstag is right that, as a Breton, she’d be good at it. I laughed when Jace tried to summon her Dremora Lord from a fully discharged staff. I enjoy clearing Helgen for grins routinely also. Pg 32.
- - Aww. :wub: Nice to see Jace’s anti-bear magery coming along well. Good job capturing the not so friendly welcome to Riften. Boob sculptor indeed! :D |
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| Rick | Aug 28 2016, 12:17 PM Post #284 |
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Yes...it brings new life to insults like "Knobhead" or "F*ckface" or <shrug> "F*ckknows" (nose) "Foureyes" The deformities at once both hideous and hilarious Thinks....take a look at Miraaks mask....you know what that looks like...because he is one ;) Edited by Rick, Aug 28 2016, 12:30 PM.
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| Grits | Aug 29 2016, 05:18 PM Post #285 |
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Thanks, you guys! This girl cracks me up. Yeah, I’d be afraid that Galathil would think I meant the other “cheeks.” :P I don’t actually remember if she can change your body, it’s been years since I’ve had a character hire her. Welcome back, Acadian! :) Jace: page 33 Outside Riften’s city walls the evening breeze carried the bite of snow off the mountains and the reek of commerce from the nearby fishery. Jacelyn and Vorstag walked the dogs along the shore past modest farmsteads, seeking fresher air. “Look, I wonder if those farmers would sell me some wheat. I need to make some more potions.” When they drew closer, Jace said, “Oh, they’re Dunmers.” She suppressed a shiver. “When I was little my mama used to say that the mistress would sell me to the dark elves if I didn’t behave. I still halfway believe her.” “I guess it didn’t work,” said Vorstag, grinning. “Not yet.” Jacelyn squeezed Vorstag’s arm. “What did your ma tell you to make you behave?” “That lazy lads die in their sleep.” Jace had to look to see if he was jesting. “Oh my gods, Vorstag. You Nords!” Vorstag shrugged. “It got my chores done.” Sovngarde isn’t for Bretons, Jace reminded herself. Best not think about it. While Jace struck a bargain with the farmer, Vorstag spoke with her husband. Jace finished her business first. “Thanks,” she heard the Dunmer say to Vorstag. “It would be nice to have it back. Means a lot to me.” Vorstag placed his hand on Jace’s shoulder. “My partner and I are experts in property retrieval,” he declared. “We’ll find your bow.” Jace shot him a glance as they walked away toward the water. “Thieves Guild stole his bow,” Vorstag explained. “When we get it back you can decide if you want a reward or if you want to keep it. Said it was the only thing they had of any value, but he’s bound to have something stashed away under his floorboards to give us. Anyway I knew you’d want to see the Ratway, and now we’ll get paid for it.” Jace skipped a few steps, then grabbed Vorstag’s arm again. “Let’s hit the Ratway in the morning. Most thieves have fallen asleep by then.” The lake water felt cool and inviting, so Jace saved her potion for the walk back with wet hair in the dark. The breeze had died down, and the smooth surface reflected all of the colors the setting sun painted onto the sky. Even their skin glowed with the fading light. Jace found she had tears on her cheeks, but for once she didn’t try to hide them. When they returned to the Bee and Barb they found it heaving with activity. Jace picked out the red-bearded Nord she had seen earlier in the market hawking his wares to an indifferent crowd. His demeanor had been no different from the other vendors, but his eyes had given him away to Jace. Brynjolf of the failing Thieves Guild. As soon as Vorstag went to the bar, Brynjolf approached her. Jace kept a hand on her purse while he spoke. “Never done an honest day’s work in your life for all that coin you’re carrying, eh lass?” Jace displayed casual interest as he made his pitch. Then she made her eyes wide. “You want me to break the law? Are you kidding? No, I will not help you frame some poor merchant! Shame on you!” She suddenly realized that this Brynjolf was a Nord and like all of his race towered over her. She stepped back toward Vorstag and raised her voice. “And stay away from me, longshanks!” “Sorry, lass. I usually have a nose for this kind of thing. If you change your mind, come find me.” Their rented room barely held the bed, so Jace and Vorstag dined below in the tavern deep in the press of Riften’s folk. Whether sweaty, perfumed, or fish-soaked, every one of them had their own stink. Jacelyn concentrated on spooning up her soup without spilling it on her clean gown every time someone jostled her elbow. It was too noisy to talk to Vorstag, so she slipped a hand onto his lap to keep him company. I guess he didn’t get enough at the lake, thank Sam. Jace gave their table mates her most innocent smile. Vorstag finished his stew in record time and near carried her up the stairs. They piled onto the narrow bed, Vors bent to fit in its length and Jace draped over him. “This room is smaller than a cell and the bed is worse than the ones at the Silver-Blood,” Jace grumbled. “Do you suppose they gave us a Bosmer room to be rude?” “Stay on top and you won’t notice.” Vorstag’s attention was on Jace’s chest. “You were jesting about the sculptor, right?” “No. Don’t you Nords like the big, strong women? Look, even yours are bigger than mine.” Vorstag flexed, making Jacelyn laugh. Then he gave her his serious look. “You know I’m from the Reach.” “And..?” “You’re a Breton.” Jace waited for the rest of the explanation. “Is this a history lesson? Because I haven’t—” “They call it ‘The Markarth Incident,’ but it was a slaughter. When Ulfric’s men took Markarth back from the Forsworn. You Breton lasses were off limits to us Nords after that. If you could even find one. Forbidden fruit.” He gave her a squeeze. “Besides, gourds don’t grow on apple trees.” Jace puzzled over that for a moment. “Are you saying you don’t want me to have them sculpted? What about just out to here?” She showed him with a gesture. “Do what you want, it’s your body. Just don’t buy too much to carry. And anyway when they sag down to here,” Vorstag poked her in the waist, “you can just pay some more gold to yank them back up again.” “Oh my gods. Forget about it!” Vorstag chuckled. “I’m glad you said apple trees and not juniper,” Jace giggled. “Because juniper berries.” Vorstag slid a hand between her legs, but Jace still had questions. “Is that why people stare at us in Markarth?” “Yeah. A lot of folk hate me or they hate you for what we are, but in the city they have to tolerate us. Seeing us together just makes them all mad.” “Except for those orcs. You know, those two smiths.” “Mmm hm.” “We should… Oooh, what was I saying? Oh yeah, we should go get those things they asked us for.” Vorstag gave her a look. “All right,” Jace laughed, “I’m done talking. For now.” . Edited by Grits, Aug 29 2016, 05:21 PM.
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| Andra Hawksdaughter | Aug 29 2016, 05:50 PM Post #286 |
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I think Vorstag hides his light, and smarts, behind a mead barrel! very astute! I'm glad Jace didn't listen to her mother, she wouldn't be the same, but some things from childhood are hard to throw off. I think the two of them will help each other with that. :D And DO stop talking Jace! :hubba: Wonderful Grits!! Edited by Andra Hawksdaughter, Aug 30 2016, 06:53 PM.
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| Serethil | Aug 29 2016, 07:26 PM Post #287 |
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That girl needs a mouth replacement - with a damn CORK. Jeez, Jace. STF up.... there are WAY more important and larger things.... LOVE it Grits! |
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| Rick | Aug 29 2016, 08:02 PM Post #288 |
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Ooooooooh.....she did what to him down in the tavern....he did what to her in bed :$ I've come over all hot and unnecessary (or that could be due to what happened at Lakeview with me and the dangerous diva ;) ) Grits :rose: Can't wait for more honey :) |
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| Acadian | Aug 29 2016, 09:32 PM Post #289 |
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Poor Jace, stuck in a Bosmer bed with Bosmer bewbs. Aww, it's not so bad and Vorstag likes her just fine methinks. :wub: |
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| Areial | Aug 30 2016, 01:18 AM Post #290 |
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:devil: There are better thing's to use one's tongue for than to enunciate! verrrry smexy update! |
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| Kane | Aug 30 2016, 07:31 AM Post #291 |
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The folks of the Ratway won't know what hit them! |
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| Grits | Aug 30 2016, 03:24 PM Post #292 |
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Andra, Vorstag had a tricky situation there, lol. He knows better than to tell her what to do, but he also knows better than to let her run with her first idea. Thanks! Sere, her mouth does tend to get ahead of her. Thank you! Rick, glad you liked it. He was just taking her temperature. :P Acadian, you’re so right! I’m glad he talked her out of it. With Jace’s track record it would take her nine trips to the bewb store before she realized she wanted her original set back. :D Aerial, that’s exactly what Vorstag was thinking! :D Thanks! Kane, I’m curious how it will go. Jace may get past all of them, or Vorstag might lay waste to the whole place, and then there’s the dog who won’t stay, Dammit! :P Fingers crossed, I should get some free time tonight. |
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| ghastley | Aug 30 2016, 03:35 PM Post #293 |
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I suspect a mixture, as Gian the Fist needs a workout, but the rest aren't worth the effort. |
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| Grits | Aug 30 2016, 09:01 PM Post #294 |
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ghastley, it was indeed a mix. She never met Gian, though, she saw the good lock on that first gate and decided the goods must be that way. |
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| Grits | Aug 31 2016, 10:47 AM Post #295 |
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Hmm, since I won’t have any sexy screenshots, is it OK if we move Jace back to the Dead Is Dead forum? Then I can still link to her story for folks who aren’t going to register here. Jace: page 34 Jace looked at the gems sparkling in the sun. There were enough to fill Vorstag’s palm. “You were right,” she said. “I wonder what else he has stashed away?” “Take a look tonight if you want.” Vorstag made a cup out of Jace’s hands and poured the jewels into them. “I’m not worried about him shooting you. That bow is no better than a piece of kindling.” The two of them plus Dammit had spent the morning poking through the Ratway beneath Riften’s streets to recover Dravin’s bow. Jace had been able to intimidate or charm most of the two-legged varmints that they had encountered down there, but a few lowlifes and vagrants had attacked and paid with their lives. They had left them to rot where they lay, adding to the sewer reek that no amount of Black-Briar mead had been able to overcome. Even the relatively clean cistern vault had offered no relief from the stench. The bouncer at the Ragged Flagon had taken a liking to Jace and bought them a round. Vorstag had then felt obligated to return the favor. Jace was sure she would never get the smell out of her hair. Jace put away the gems and got out their map. “Let’s go to Shor’s Stone for the night. If that’s all right with you. I was serious when I said we’d get that ore sample for Hafjorg. It looks like a half-day’s ride, maybe a little more.” “We’ll get there by nightfall,” Vorstag said. “Unless we go through Fort Greenwall. Bandits hold it. I’ll have to stop and do some killing.” “We will.” Jace hooked a thumb at her bow. “You show me where to be, and I’ll start to shoot when you do.” Vorstag frowned. “You’ll stay near cover this time or we’ll have words about it.” Jacelyn pulled his head down for a kiss. “I’ll do whatever you say, boss.” The meadows and open woodlands north of Riften hosted giant spiders and a variety of bears in addition to the usual wolves and roadside thugs, so Jace and Vorstag rode at a pace that let them watch for dangers. The dogs dashed around in the sun like puppies, tongues flopping all over the place. Jace had to laugh at their antics, but their formerly stray dog was still a concern. “What are we going to do about Dammit?” she said. “No matter what I do, he just won’t stay. I couldn’t bear to run him off. He just wants to protect me.” “Well, when I was a lad we kept a guard dog on our farm. Problem was when we got a new dog, that new dog loved to kill goats. We had our goats in a pen to keep them out of the garden and the dog to keep the wolves away from the goat pen, but that didn’t solve our dog problem.” “What was his name?” Jace asked. “Scooter.” “That’s a cute name for a goat killer.” “He was already named that on account of how he’d scoot his butt on the ground all the time. Wasn’t his fault, he had a blocked— Dammit Jace, why did I start telling you all this?” Jace giggled. “Sorry. Something about he wanted to murder the goats.” “Right. Our neighbors had a kid at the College of Winterhold, and when she came home for a winter break, she had an idea. She set up some soul gems to zap the dog every time he got close enough to jump the fence. He was hard-headed, so it took a fair number of hits before he quit trying. It was a mean trick, but we had to do it. And gods, it was funny. We near choked to death trying not to laugh where he could hear us. Scooter was a good dog most of the time. We didn’t want to shame him.” Jace found herself smiling along with Vorstag as he remembered. “How did you get in the pen when you needed to tend the goats?” “Walked between and turned the gems when Scooter couldn’t see. I got hit a fair number of times. Didn’t harm me, but it stung like seven hells. Anyway in time the charges ran out and we had to watch and see what would happen. Scooter never tried to go near the fence again, so we kind of forgot the whole thing.” Jace knew a dramatic opening when she saw one. “Until..?” “Until one of the goats got ornery and pushed through the fence and the rest followed. Scooter was asleep under the porch. We all froze in our tracks not knowing if we should chase the dog, chase the goats, or just go cut a switch for Pa to whip us with when he came home and saw the carnage.” “What happened?” “Well, we gave Scooter too much credit back when we thought he figured out the fence was enchanted with shock magic. Turns out he thought the shock magic came from the goats. When he heard the first mmeeeeh from inside the farmyard, he just took off like he was burning. He came back once we got the goats rounded up, but he was jumpy for a long time over the incident.” Jace laughed so hard she had to cling to the saddle. “Oh please!” she gasped, “Oh please make the goat sound again!” “Mmeeeeh,” said Vorstag, laughing. Both dogs trotted over to investigate the commotion. Eventually Jace started to hiccup, so Vorstag passed her his waterskin. By the time she got herself under control, she had remembered the original question. “Vors, I can’t do that to sweet Dammit, even if we could think up a way that he would know what the shocks meant he was supposed to do. We’ll have to think of something else.” Jace leaned over and addressed the dog. “No way, sweetie, we won’t do that to you!” Dammit gave Jace a doggy grin and smeared her thigh with dirt-speckled ropes of half-dried slobber. “Ugh,” she said, ruffling his ears. “Thanks, Dammit.” “Well…” said Vorstag. “We could give him to my sister’s kids. They have a farm near the lake in Falkreath Hold. If anything could make a stray dog stay, it’s a warm hearth and a couple of kids to wrestle with.” “You have a sister near Riverwood? Why didn’t you tell me before? We’ve passed within an hour’s ride of her place I don’t know how many times. Were you ashamed of me? Because I’m a thief? Or because I’m a Breton?” “Never ashamed, Jace. Never that. Look… Just give me a minute.” Vorstag rubbed a hand over his face. “It might be hard for you to believe, but for a long time my life didn’t have much fun in it. Go there, kill that, get paid. Most of those who hired me were too afraid of dying to look up and see what’s passing them by, and that makes for poor company. Then I found you. It’s good to be with a woman who laughs out loud and wants me to bone her in public. It’s exciting. Sometimes that kind of thing just comes from high spirits, but sometimes it comes from crazy. I had to know I wasn’t going to wake up one day and find you’d killed my dogs and set the bed on fire.” Jace chewed her lip for a moment. “Well, they were my dogs back then, Vorstag.” Vorstag still looked uneasy. “You see my point, right?” “Yes, or else I’d still be asking questions. You love your family, and you didn’t want me to meet them if I wasn’t a woman you’d want to keep. But Vors, about the race thing. If we had kids they’d be Bretons. They’d never see your folk in Sovngarde. Won’t that make your sister hate me?” “Jace, are you with child?” “Gods, no! I won’t let that happen by accident. I’ve been mixing my own moons potions since I was thirt— fift— seventeen.” Good one, Jace, make sure you remind him what a slut you were. “But if you want to be sure, when we get to Winterhold a mage can put a hex on your—” “No filthy wizard is getting his claws on my sack!” Jacelyn had to smile despite her concerns. “All right, love. Don’t worry, I’ll keep taking care of it.” It took some time for her to realize that he hadn’t answered her question. “Vors—” “It’s a factor. She won’t hate you, but if we’re both still alive in a year or two, she’ll think that I’m wasting my time with you.” That hurt more than Jace would have guessed. “Thank you for telling me the truth. For trusting me with it. I won’t… I’ll try not to hold it against her.” Vorstag gave her a nod. “Fort Greenwall up ahead. Time to get off the road.” Jace decided to keep the tiny twins, so she bought them a new shirt. Posted Image Edited by Grits, Sep 1 2016, 04:08 PM.
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| Serethil | Aug 31 2016, 11:20 AM Post #296 |
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Aw, Vors has some good backstory! There's more to him than I thought.... And just when Jace thinks she has things neatly in place, she gets swatted with her Bretonity.... |
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| Rick | Aug 31 2016, 11:44 AM Post #297 |
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Aw Jace <chortle> their not that small honey. You don't need black eyes when you're running away ;) My mate used to say to me "More than a handful is a waste" Politically speaking < cough> I prefer them kinda Contessa sized.....especially if she's listening in ;) |
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| Areial | Aug 31 2016, 12:14 PM Post #298 |
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Very nice update....I loooove the soul gem shocker!! |
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| ghastley | Aug 31 2016, 03:36 PM Post #299 |
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The way I heard it was "More than a handful just goes to waist" :teehee: |
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| Rick | Aug 31 2016, 04:47 PM Post #300 |
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Too true ;) .....but I gotta watch my mouth cos both my ladies are well endowed (wifey + Contessa) I'm gonna shut up and quietly back outta this right now That's the best idea you've had all week sweetie (taps crop on palm) |
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