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| Siara N'Gola: Siara's Song | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 27 2016, 09:43 PM (4,191 Views) | |
| Serethil | Sep 12 2016, 07:03 PM Post #461 |
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Thanks guys, I appreciate the love you're all handing me! Siara Part Two; 4: Bathed and hair clean, Deni found Selalla peeling apples to make into a sweet of some kind, with spices and dough. The matriarch looked her over carefully. “So, what’s toward child? You’re upset....” Was it that obvious? “Well... I’m - lost - I guess. I’m missing Siara and Andur, and I’m having trouble concentrating so Nokka’s unhappy with me....” Ah. “Child, your body is changing. And sometimes that causes changes in your thoughts and emotions. I know you understand about the changes to your body as you turn from child to woman - it’s not fast, and for some, it’s not easy. It is too bad that your mother - Siara that is - is away right now....” “Oh, but I know she and Andur needed time away. It’s not that so much - but I feel.... like ants are crawling all over me all the time, twitchy and almost frantic.... I don’t know what to do!” “That’s your body telling you it’s turning to womaning. It’s normal, though it sounds as if you may be having it worse than some do. The only help for it is to get older - and I know you know that too.” She slipped an arm around the girl, only to have Deni dissolve into tears. “Nah then, cry it out. It’s best.” After night-meal, and the spiced apple dessert, Deni collapsed into bed in tears again - missing Siara, and worrying - and wishing her body would be DONE with it so her emotions would be more even. None of the women seemed to have any idea how long this might go on. ‘As long as it does I guess.’ She wiped her eyes, and heaved a huge sigh. And between one breath and the next, fell sound asleep. ***** Jorgen the lumberman had been angry about our questions. I tried to explain that I needed a way to come at Dagon, and that I hoped getting the pieces of the dagger would provide some help with that, but he just glared at us. Finally Andur threw up his hands. “Look. How much will it take to get you to part with the hilt?” I winced - but was very startled when this Jorgen looked at my mate, and said in a grumble, “Well, it’s a truth the mill needs new blades. So - 200 septims, and you can have the hilt.” I handed over the gold, and Jorgen handed Andur two keys. “That’s the house key, and that’s the key to the chest inside. Take the damned hilt. I’d appreciate it if you leave the keys on the table. And I don’t want to see you again, you hear me?” Well, we’d manage that without a problem I thought. I didn’t like this city, or the swampy area in which it was built. So we went into the house, opened the chest, took the hilt of the dagger, locked the chest back up, put the keys on the table as requested, and got out of Morthal as fast as we could. After looking over the sketch map I carried, Andur suggested we go to the stable near Solitude and take the carriage to Falkreath. A good thought, and so we did, paying extra to have the horses led behind. It took a week, but the carriage meant we had less of predators to deal with, for which I at least was thankful. The driver dropped us by the Falkreath gate at mid-morning, so we set out for the ruined keep where this Ghunzul was supposed to be found. “I wonder how many men he will have with him.... We might want to find an overlook and do some counting.” That was a good thought, and so I told Andur. So we took our time once we saw the keep, figuring out how to get up above it. It wasn’t a bad climb, and we were settled in by dusk. In the morning we’d start trying to get a head count. Edited by Serethil, Sep 12 2016, 07:05 PM.
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| Areial | Sep 12 2016, 07:50 PM Post #462 |
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Et'Ada
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Poor Deni... I remember those emotional roller-coasters.... I never got the skin crawls, did get "chest pains" bad enough to think I was having a heart attack. Sound's like her "parent's" are having a heck of a time also. |
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| Serethil | Sep 12 2016, 08:03 PM Post #463 |
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Et'Ada
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Eh.... that's a page out of my own "womaning" so many years back. I had ALL that. I was - unbelievably uncomfortable for about 5 years.... and my mother couldn't even bother to explain to me. I had to ask a neighbor - a nurse, who I babysat for. Predictably, my parents were FURIOUS when they found out I'd talked to Adele about it.... |
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| neildarkstar | Sep 12 2016, 08:07 PM Post #464 |
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I hate doing that quest, and I usually just avoid it. It's interesting though the way your crew is handling it... Something about that keep though, keeps nagging at me. Like there's something else there... something unpleasant, eh? :) |
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| Serethil | Sep 12 2016, 08:13 PM Post #465 |
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Et'Ada
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Hmm.... I think you may be thinking of Dead Crone Rock, Neil. There's nothing outside of "straightforward" killing of a few orcs at Cracked Tusk. Even Ghunzul's not a big deal. My normal mode with this is to pick off the outside three with long-range arrow-fire; then sneak into the keep and deal with the two (one downstairs inside the door, the other upstairs but not in the door to Ghunzul's rooms) inside, then open the door and send an arrow to get Ghunzul to show - and then just kill him as he charges toward the character. Being an idiot male orc, he's not all that bright.... Now.... Dead Crone.... that's a pisser. I'm not sure how Siara and Andur will want to handle it. We'll see.... Edited by Serethil, Sep 12 2016, 08:15 PM.
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| Areial | Sep 12 2016, 08:16 PM Post #466 |
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Et'Ada
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Ack... that suck's.. my Mom was rather..progressive. I knew what I needed to know before I needed to know it. and because of helping a friend ( male).. with an issue his Father was not progressive about, I was on Birth control pills at a relatively early age. ( un-needed...btw) It's a funny/ kinda tragic story, but I don't wanna co-opt the thread with it |
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| Serethil | Sep 12 2016, 08:23 PM Post #467 |
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Et'Ada
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Eh, no worries! Yeah, the reason I got pregnant not long after HS graduation was because my mother couldn't say "sex" without curling up and dying. And I didn't know enough at that point to ask Adele about it.... Recipe for disaster.... Hmm. I think you may be a bit younger than my daughter (she'll be - um - 50 in March) so yeah, as a mother I was VERY progressive - because I'd been there and done that with the opposite..... I seriously do NOT KNOW how my mother ever got pregnant - besides me and my two sibs, she had numerous miscarriages. But to hear her talk (MUCH later.... long after it would have been helpful), sex wasn't something she "did". Yeah right. |
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| neildarkstar | Sep 12 2016, 08:44 PM Post #468 |
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You know what, maybe what I'm thinking of in that keep was added by a mod. There's a cellar... or dungeon beneath the main rooms of that keep, and it seems to me that it had to be accessed from outside. Once inside, there were cells and traps and... things... deadly things... Heh, to follow that up, I have to ell you gals. My mother was nuttier than a fruitcake, and a religious extremist to boot. Sex was not to be mentioned, though she apparently had no issues participating. I walked in on her and dad more than once... an extremely unwanted visual.... At any rate, I had to learn everything on my own 'cuz my dad was shy on the subject as well. Imagine that, eh? He was 6'2", 270 pounds, a veteran of Saipan in WWII, and the thought of talking to me about sex scared him silly. Sometimes I wonder how earlier generations ever managed to procreate. :) |
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| Areial | Sep 12 2016, 08:49 PM Post #469 |
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I'm slightly younger than your daughter...3 yrs. My Mother got pregnant with me in High school...and it really wasn't for lack of knowledge.. as her older sister has a daughter 10 months older than me..and a son born in the same month.. they had to have talked... well ok, maybe they didn't. Short story ( which btw spawned some hilarious sides) Brian was gay..Brian knew Brian was gay, I knew Brian was gay...I think everyone except his parents knew...and Dad was getting some odd vibes and... making noises about why Brian had no girl-friend... Brian planned on getting a Baseball scholarship to college ( and did, then went major league) I had my horses and didn't have time for a boy-friend. So we concocted a story.."dated" as needed to convince his Dad, we went to as many of each others activities as we could. It worked well.. the day he left for college he broke the news to his Dad... and later that night my Mother asked if I had at any time needed the birth-control pills that they had paid for... ( nope..) I was in 11th grade when he graduated... ( I had a short-term BF during the summer after he left..and some majorly bad issues with him...nother story)... I got the whole Sex chat thing from Mom, when she found out Brain and I were "dating".... graphic, with the whole you shouldn't, but if you do...here's the pill. Edited by Areial, Sep 12 2016, 08:51 PM.
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| Serethil | Sep 12 2016, 09:01 PM Post #470 |
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Um. I bet your dad knew my dad. No, I am NOT KIDDING.... Yeah, he was on Saipan. He got a bunch of shrapnel in his legs (around the knees) and got shipped to Hawaii for "repair" etc. So he wound up doing road construction after his legs were better - he said his unit was responsible for for most of the "roads" around the big island. Then he had bone chip issues, and they sent him back to the states.
Yeah, see, your mom is my generation. Lucky you. MY mother was - a mid-Vic stupidity which happened to me. GACK. When my daughter started "exclusively" dating a guy whose parents we knew (he and his sister actually ran tame in my house) I just gave her the "look" - and told her she had a choice: go see my doc, or go to planned parenthood. She chose PP - she didn't like my doc.... She had mono during her junior year, and when I took her to him, he asked her about drugs - and I was like well I don't think she does . He told me basically to shut the hell up, and forced her to say yes or no to him. I was fine with it - she got on her high horse because he was "mean" to me! Eh.... kids. Edited by Serethil, Sep 12 2016, 09:03 PM.
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| Andra Hawksdaughter | Sep 12 2016, 09:40 PM Post #471 |
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My Mom gave me a book when I was 13, a 'special' book, she said it was. (I'm a reader like she always was, since I was 3) I got to the 3rd chapter and was horrified, gave back that horrid 'dirty' book!! She didn't blink an eye, nor a year later when I asked for it back. When I finished it, she said we were going to sit and talk about it, literally would not let me out of the room until I started asking questions. She answered everything, very straighforward, very plainly, even though I was embarrassed to death. I got the talk about being careful, waiting, yada yada....but she said to me, 'When it's right, it's right, and if you both like it, there's nothing bad about what you do. If it feels good, do it. I loved my Mom, and miss her. :) And I wish I had that damn book. :$ And Sere, that was a wonderful update! Poor Deni.... Edited by Andra Hawksdaughter, Sep 12 2016, 09:42 PM.
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| Serethil | Sep 12 2016, 09:52 PM Post #472 |
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Et'Ada
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Yeah, lucky you.... I didn't and don't have any use for my mother. My dad, yeah, I loved him to bits - though he was virtually oblivious (due to drink, and 18 hour days - the drive to the test site, the hours there, the drive home - drinking the entire time). My mother was a - narcissistic, self-involved, martyr-syndrome lesson in how NOT to be a parent. I actually have never missed her - not since I left home, and certainly not since she died. She was a supposed huge believer in karma. I choose to believe she got what she deserved. |
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| Areial | Sep 12 2016, 09:52 PM Post #473 |
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Yeah... I can imagine... Grama said her mother didn't tell her a thang... hence 4 daughters in 5 yrs with one miscarriage. Grama and I had a nice little chat on my 13th Birthday... I was upset cause...well Mom could only afford one cake that year and she got the kind my Brother loves...forgetting that I'm allergic to Coconut. She was too busy to bake so bought and buying is more expensive.. Well plus I was a hormonal tween and With my Brother's little friends running around, I couldn't enjoy "My" Birthday ( our Birthday...4 yr's apart, exactly).. plus well I got my 1st Menses ...and totally ruined my favorite white jeans. Happy Birthday to me... I already had more curves than a 13 y/o should ever have and grown men where hitting one me...confused.. Oh yeah... very. Edit: Andra...that would be a lovely book to have for a daughter... My son was totally horrified at the medical text's I produced... LoL...I was afraid his father wouldn't give him good info... For a few reasons. Edited by Areial, Sep 12 2016, 09:55 PM.
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| Andra Hawksdaughter | Sep 12 2016, 10:05 PM Post #474 |
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Areial, it was a love story, but completely explicit, lol. I learned a lot from that book. :teehee: |
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| Serethil | Sep 12 2016, 10:08 PM Post #475 |
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Et'Ada
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Eh.... your "introduction" was even more painful than mine - and that's saying a lot really. Which is why my daughter got chapter and verse - in language she could NOT misunderstand. She did the same with her girls. There's NO excuse for failing that whole thing. Too many of us have been on the backside of that "fail".... |
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| Serethil | Sep 13 2016, 08:56 PM Post #476 |
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Siara Part Two; 5: Well, it seemed there were three outside most hours of the day - sentries belike. We saw a couple of others who came out of the keep for chat, or a meal, or hunting, or smithing. We saw no one who seemed like a man who would keep a piece of the Razor. “So?” Andur asked. “We’ll go in at dusk. It will be hard for them to see us - and hard for us as well, but we know more or less where they are, and they won’t know where we are, or how many. And, hmmm. What if we pick off a couple from up here before we go down there?” “A good plan.... You’re better with the bow, so you should take the shots.” So, we ate and dozed a bit, and as the air cooled toward evening, I settled into my crouch, sighting on the most obvious orc - he was standing full out in the open on a platform just above the gate. I let out my breath, and released the arrow.... and he fell without a sound. I waited, but it seemed the others had not noticed. This was good. Before the light got worse, I selected the second target: he ranged up and down the stairs from one area to a higher platform. As he reached the height, I loosed a second arrow - and he tumbled to the ground, but cried out a death-call, which alerted the remaining orc. However, since we didn’t move, and he apparently couldn’t figure where the arrows originated, we simply waited until he went back to his post, probably grumbling. We slithered down the height, grained the horses on our way, moved their pickets so they had fresher graze, and then one to each side, opened the gate. These were not very bright bandits - the gate was silent.... because the hinges had been oiled. I shook my head, and got an answering grin from my husband. The third outside guard had settled into the only brightly lit area - a smoking hut I thought. He was muttering to himself about a woman - “lying little slut” he called her. I lined up on him and he was dead before he could call out. We crept to the main keep door. Andur edged it open, then let me slide in first. The quieter we could do this, the better. It was fairly dark inside - another stupidity. One of the others we’d seen was messing about with food preparation I thought - back to us. I drew and released, killing him where he stood. He grunted as he died - and the other one, above on a platform, was aware there was something amiss. I slithered into a corner where the shadows were dark. Andur set himself against a pillar just outside of the stairs up. The orc rushed down the stairs - and Andur’s scimitar drank of the orc’s life. The keep was silent. Ghunzul had not appeared - either he had heard nothing, or he was not willing to see what was toward.... So we edged quietly up the stairs. There was a door opposite us. We looked at each other and nodded. Andur took the lever-side of the door, ready to open it. I stood behind him, bow drawn, arrows ready. He pushed the lever and then the door. We heard a male orc singing about “Stros M’kai”.... how odd. But suddenly, he was there - framed by the light behind him. I stepped to the side and loosed two arrows quickly. Roaring, he raced forward - right into Andur’s scimitars. Still, it took more to kill him than I’d thought. Orcs could be very tough.... and this one was. Rooting through the rooms, we didn’t find the shards of the Razor. Ghunzul’s body had provided a key.... so we looked for a lock to fit it. There was a door, and a further door.... and then - an odd cage-like apparatus. The key fit that lock. We descended into a wet messy area, poking around, finding nothing much - certainly not bits of the dagger. But eventually, there was an area obviously heavily trapped. We went cautiously, Andur taking one side, and I the other. Springing traps as we moved slowly, we finally saw the shards on a pedestal. “Wait, Andur. I’m sure there are more traps. Let us look each from one side. We cannot chance getting hurt - or killed....” “Ayah. Oh - see you - there are likely pikes which will come from the floor.... but where’s the trigger?” “Here. Get back. I will spring it, and jump away myself.” We did.... and then the shards were ours. ***** Ankeddi found Deni sitting by the small mere downhill from the Ridge. There were tear-tracks on her cheeks, and smudges where she’d tried to wipe them away with grubby child-fingers. Anki slid down beside the girl, and started skipping stones across the bit of water. She didn’t ask any questions, or volunteer any information. She just... waited. Deni sniffed, and then taking a good-sized leaf from a nearby bush, blew her nose noisily. “So. You see me upset. But thank you for not asking me why....” “Eh, little sister. I know why. We all go through it. It’s taking you harder than most, but perhaps that’s not a bad thing. You see.... that which does not kill you makes you stronger. Believe me - womaning will not kill you. But you WILL know the limits of your patience - and you WILL find the breadth of your abilities.” She waited, with all the patience of the wolf on a stalk for the food to feed her pups. “Ayah. I’m a mess. I know why. Everyone knows why. But.... the rest of it, Anki....” “The rest of it. And what would that be?” “I - worry. About Siara. About Andur. About why Falkreath just pretends the whole thing with the Jarl is no thing at all. And fretting.... I don’t sleep....” “Well, then. Perhaps.... you should concentrate on helping me find a cure for this.... moon-sickness....” Deni looked up, startled. Then she reddened. “Eh, I’m sorry! I.... shouldn’t have got so involved in my own problems that I forgot!” “Nah then. No apology is needed. Things have been - disturbed. But.... upon consideration, even though this - curse - was a good thing for once.... I’d like to be shut of it....” “Then - we will see to it. We will have to find the Companions, in Whiterun. You will need to join them. And then.... you will need to beat them at their own game....” Edited by Serethil, Sep 13 2016, 09:01 PM.
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| Areial | Sep 14 2016, 12:31 AM Post #477 |
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Way to go Anki...get Deni's mind off her own problems and on others....works! |
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| Rick | Sep 14 2016, 06:41 AM Post #478 |
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Loved the assault on Cracked Tusk.....nicely visualised along with presumably the actual on screen game play. I know Ghunzul is a real tough foe....in times gone by hes just strode out....ignored a follower I had, and ploughed his 2H'er into my girl's skull...over and out. Our last meeting was quite different. High level Adella took his power blow to her shield then poked him with a paralyse poison and delighted in bashing his brains in...his last slivers of life were soaked away slowly with Marked for Death while she watched. Bad girl..... Deni's problems are naturally more difficult for me to identify with...though I still recall the mood swings I had at her age....the anger and frustration caused by male hormones. Sadly for Deni....it lasts for a few years rather than months....and she needs a appropriate aged boyfriend. I suggest stealing one from town.....I know a gentle little lad in Whiterun who would be ideal. I still haven't worked out if his dad is Idolaf or Jon....Olfrid is old enough to be grandpa. Edited by Rick, Sep 14 2016, 06:46 AM.
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| Grits | Sep 14 2016, 08:52 AM Post #479 |
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Married and on the trail to Dagon, lots of changes for Siara and Andur! The Deni puberty parts are painfully real. Great that she has loving support from her new family, though I can’t imagine she’ll feel settled until she’s spent some time with Siara and Andur together. I love this story, it has been fun catching up this morning. |
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| Serethil | Sep 14 2016, 09:38 AM Post #480 |
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Thanks y'all! Grits, been wondering where you were! Actually Rick - that was all from memory. I haven't done that quest in a while. But I have an excellent "game memory" - the kind where I can actually go back into Morrowind, and still remember how/where to find stuff, the tracks to complete all the quests etc. Well, Baldur's Gate too, in fact any game I've ever played.... clear back to the SSI Gold Box ones! So "ducks in a row" for Cracked Tusk was no big deal. Yep. It would be years for the hormones to get calmer - but it's got to get contracted to fit the story arc! As if I HAVE a story arc.... Areial, that's true. But I wasn't sure to begin with if Ankeddi would want the cure after all. Edited by Serethil, Sep 14 2016, 09:40 AM.
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