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| Siara N'Gola: Siara's Song | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 27 2016, 09:43 PM (4,209 Views) | |
| Brambleberry | Jul 14 2016, 09:03 PM Post #101 |
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Sere I am really liking this very much! I enjoy the walks down memory lane, dealing with the present and then the surprise and intrigue that just "walks through the door". So very well done! :) |
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| Andra Hawksdaughter | Jul 14 2016, 09:33 PM Post #102 |
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Ugh, it sounds like the witches from her home are about as nice as the ones in Skyrim! And now the caravan master shows up and wants to 'talk'...doesn't sound promising, eh?
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| Serethil | Jul 14 2016, 09:39 PM Post #103 |
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Y'all just don't know how strange it is when stuff like this happens..... |
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| Areial | Jul 15 2016, 09:18 AM Post #104 |
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Very good... and trouble on the horizon. |
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| Serethil | Jul 15 2016, 07:02 PM Post #105 |
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Siara's Song 22: Sorex put food and coffee on the table. I sipped the hot beverage first, then looked at the caravan master. “What’s happened?” I asked without preamble. “Lady.... we never made it back to Taneth. There was a simoom - it came up from nowhere and blew for a day and a night. I found a brush-grown dry wash, put my horse down on his side, and tried to get the others to do the same, but they lashed their animals into a frenzy and disappeared into the wind and dust. My horse and I were still alive when the wind was gone. The guards - I don’t know where they went, or what happened to them. “The trail was gone, and though I knew there was a village not far to the east, I could not find it. When I got myself sorted out for directions, I was far to the north - nearly to the border with Skyrim. I tried to find Elinhir. It was not where it should have been, and I spent two days nearly without food and water trying to find it. By the time I admitted I would never come across it without help, I was across the border into Skyrim, pushed by a cold wind - from the south.” He’d gone pale, and his eyes were staring so wide into the past that I thought he probably didn’t know where he really was. I touched his arm, and he jumped violently. “Anduraga. Drink some coffee, eat a bit. I believe you. I told you there was a daedra - at least one - in this.... We’ll eat, and then we’ll talk more.” I repeated, “I believe you.” There were tears in his eyes. He sipped from the mug, ate a few bites. “What if there’s no Hammerfell left?” That was a question in my mind too. As well, what was I going to do with the caravan master - though he had no caravan left now.... After eating, I moved to my room, motioning him along. We sat beside the fire. I said finally, “How did you find me?” “I asked in the first town I came to - Falkreath. A guard remembered you, and said you had headed toward the main city in the next hold. Whiterun, he said. When I came there, I met the blacksmith, who praised you for the help you gave her, and said you’d gone to Solitude and I should look there at the Inn. So I did, and so I found you.” Ah. Simple enough then, with no magic to it for which I was eternally thankful. “Look you now. It’s going to take a while to figure out what’s really going on here. I need to find books about the daedric princes - to decide which one or more is involved here. And then.... well.... I’m afraid I’m going to have to deal with whichever prince or princes it is.” I shuddered. I really didn’t want to go there.... but I was pretty sure it was mine to do. Anduraga stood and bowed, fist to heart. “You are my liege, Lady. If I have a home to return to, I will hope to find it some day. But until that time, I will protect you with my life.” Well, that was a facer. I didn’t think I really wanted him to shadow my every step. But when a Redguard calls you liege, well, you don’t turn him down. So I bowed fist to heart in turn, and made the appropriate reply: “I accept you into my service, Anduraga Alf’agar, until you die or have determined that you have honorably discharged that service to me.” We sat again, and I noted that he’d regained a bit of color and composure. “So then, Anduraga. Your horse? Is he still with you?” “Aye. He’s the brother of the one I left with you. I didn’t see him in the stable....” “I left him with the stable master in Whiterun - he’s bringing mares to him, likes the way Bat looks....” His eyebrows flew upward. “Bat?” “Eh, I had to call him something, so I named him Go-Batek from what little Yoku I know.” He smiled. “Well, that’s a kind thing for a horse, to have a good name, and have mares brought for his pleasure!” Then he sobered. “What will we need to do first, Lady?” I sighed. I didn’t know. But obviously I was going to have to figure it out, and fast. |
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| Brambleberry | Jul 15 2016, 07:19 PM Post #106 |
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More, we needs more! That is so good Sere! Your descriptions are vivid and bring visions to the mind! I could just see him hunkered down by his horse waiting out the storm! :D
Edited by Brambleberry, Jul 15 2016, 07:19 PM.
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| Serethil | Jul 15 2016, 07:32 PM Post #107 |
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Heh. Thank you kindly! Things like that come out of my vast reading background - in particular with Hammerfell and such, the Tiger and Del books - as well as Scheherazade's 1001 Nights (the Burton unexpurgated - which I read at about 8 years old.... no, my mother had no idea....) and any number of other books I've read over the years, none of which the titles I remember, and they're not on my kindle! |
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| Areial | Jul 15 2016, 08:56 PM Post #108 |
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Awesome read and like Bram I think very descriptive. |
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| Serethil | Jul 15 2016, 08:58 PM Post #109 |
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So yeah.... thanks Areial.... and now I'm in the position of having a follower - the which I have NEVER done before.... But that's what happens when the character is driving the story.... I dunno - I really have no clue where this is going. |
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| Brambleberry | Jul 15 2016, 09:14 PM Post #110 |
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Points in that direction ---> :book: :ohno: :bolt: |
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| Serethil | Jul 15 2016, 09:17 PM Post #111 |
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Or.... maybe.... <------------------ |
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| Areial | Jul 15 2016, 09:32 PM Post #112 |
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:rofl: ... 《 ROFLMAO 》been there done that.. Akemmi did what she wanted to do... or died and as a DiD character some of those restarts really sucked.... she committed suicide to get what she wanted. |
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| Serethil | Jul 15 2016, 09:36 PM Post #113 |
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Yeah. It's always been very intriguing to me that a character supposedly born of my imagination has so much inherent sense of self. Like, hey, I'm writing this - who the HELLS do you think you are? Of course.... they never pay any attention.... |
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| Serethil | Jul 16 2016, 09:32 PM Post #114 |
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Siara 23: Well, first, I had to go read some books. And I decidedly did NOT want to kite all the way to Winterhold to see if the mages at the college there would let me just come in for a bit to read their books. Andur had plopped his bedroll right up against the door in my room - obviously he wasn’t just pretending when he said he’d stand between me and danger, though I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to be in any danger in Solitude’s inn. But it did give him a purpose - which the daedra and his or their manipulating had left him without. We broke fast with something meaty and warm, and coffee. A bard was playing again, as she had last night. She wasn’t bad, unlike some. As we finished, I stepped up to the counter, and asked the man (not Sorex this morning) where I could find a library. He just looked at me as if I’d lost my mind, or spoken in Yoku (I hadn’t - either one). Then he hollered at the bard, “Lise, get over here, this lady’s got something on her mind about books.” The bard strolled over, and eyed me thoroughly. “I’m Lisette, member of the Bard’s College, and the bard here at the inn. What sort of books are you looking for?” “I - need to read about the daedric princes, what sorts of mayhem they get up to, and their spheres of influence. We have a daedra problem, back home in Hammerfell....” She sent me an arch glance - as if she didn’t believe me. I shrugged mentally - I’d told her the truth; if she chose to think I lied.... well.... It was what it was. “Well, then, you’ll need to talk to Viarmo, the Headmaster at the Bard’s College here in Solitude. It’s just down the way past Castle Dour. Lots of books there, of course, though I don’t know about ones having to do with the daedric princes. Viarmo or Giraud Gemane would know best about that. Just tell Viarmo I sent you along, would you?” I bowed briefly. “Certainly. Thank you for the help.” We headed directly for this Bard’s College. Andur propped himself against a pillar to wait while I entered the building, where I was immediately accosted by an Altmer who introduced himself as the Headmaster, Viarmo. “Welcome to the Bards College. I am the headmaster here. How may I help you?” I explained briefly, including that the bard at the inn had sent me along, not going into a lot of detail but giving the basics - a problem with a daedric prince or more than one, in Hammerfell, and my need to read about which prince or combination of princes might be at fault. “So you’re not looking to become a bard?” “No. Not at this time. I have this problem to solve first.” “Well, normally, we wouldn’t allow those not interested in joining the college access to the books we have collected over time. But, if you’d be willing to do a small service for us....” I sighed internally. Of course there was something to do first. Never failed.... “What can I help you with, Headmaster?” Thereupon followed a long rambling dissertation on a festival known as the Burning of King Olaf, the recent murder of the High King, and his wife (now the Jarl of Solitude) having decided that the festival should not be allowed. This was the foremost bard of Skyrim? Ruptga and Leki preserve me! The upshot was that a verse Viarmo thought would sway the Jarl had been determined to be in one of Skyrim’s many ancient barrow-ruins, one named Dead Men’s Respite. A gruesome sounding place, from the name alone.... The headmaster brought out a map, made a mark on it, and handed it to me. I assumed the mark was the place I needed to go. I was truthfully glad to have a map - Skyrim was huge, and much of it was not accessible by carriage as I had discovered when talking to Bjorlam, the carriage handler from Whiterun. So, seemingly with no choice in order to get to books I needed, I acquiesced to his request, remarking “And once I have provided this lost verse, you or Master Gemane will help with my research?” “Of course, of course. Now, the sooner you bring the verse back, the faster we can get on with the festival, as well as find the information you need.” In other words, get thee hence and do, girl. Fine. I strode back out the door, my boots slapping smartly on the paving, basically marking my temper. Why could people not just help others any more? I didn’t know. But prepayment was obviously the word of the day in Skyrim.... After explaining to Andur, who seemed not only a bit confused but somewhat amused, we retrieved his horse from the stabling outside Solitude, and returned first to Whiterun (with me going by carriage again, as he accompanied mounted) to retrieve Bat. I supposed I would in future pay the carriage drivers more so I could take the horse along - backtracking was days and miles out of the way, and my time. But it was what it was, and that’s an end of it. So now, a fortnight on, here we are outside Dead Men’s Respite - at nightfall. And I’m not minded to enter until the morning, so we made camp. I’d gotten used to the light-curtains in the sky while traveling at night since arriving in Skyrim, but tonight they were colors I’d not seen prior - brilliant blue like the heart of the hottest fire and a shimmering purple more royal than anything royalty had ever worn. It was beautiful enough to bring tears. And so I slept - I think Anduraga was awake all night though. Well, it was his choice then, wasn’t it? |
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| Brambleberry | Jul 16 2016, 09:39 PM Post #115 |
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That ol' Vlammo not giving anything without him getting something first; the fetcher! heehee Andurago does indeed have your back! You know, I think it's been a literal year in real life since I've been in DMR or done the Bard's college quest. My how time flies! Looking to turn the page :book: |
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| Serethil | Jul 16 2016, 09:45 PM Post #116 |
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Et'Ada
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I don't do the bard quest much any more, unless it's a character who's using the bard mods, or a girl who just feels like messing with it. It's an enjoyable quest line, but a bit extraneous mostly. |
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| Andra Hawksdaughter | Jul 17 2016, 12:09 AM Post #117 |
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I fell behind Sere... :-/ 22....so beautifully written, and read with pleasure! This one will be one of my favorites from you. 23...ohhh, the frustrations of dealing with the Bard's College! I do not envy her! Wonderful read! |
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| Areial | Jul 17 2016, 01:40 AM Post #118 |
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Et'Ada
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Unfortunately it's not just in Skyrim that people want prepayment to help. I love the Bard mod's... and don't mind doing the Bard quest's for it. Loving Siara's story! |
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| Andra Hawksdaughter | Jul 17 2016, 08:25 AM Post #119 |
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I agree Areial, though I've never played the mod. I love Aillyn as a bard! Vanilla though? It's just a pita. :) |
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| Areial | Jul 17 2016, 08:53 AM Post #120 |
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Et'Ada
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very true. You should one day, I think it's a nice mod, that adds a little something to a character, the right character of course. |
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