Showing posts with label Solitud. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Solitud. Show all posts

2021-11-09

Deflorator's game, 16–24 Sun's Dusk (Fort Urokk – Amber Creek – Solitud)



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This unfinished story follows closely my actions in an actual game, so it's inevitably a spoiler.
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huge underground space, water running from two metal pipes into a pond, Dwemer structures beyond hills
Mzinchaleft Depths north of Stonehills.




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2021-08-17

I Will Remember



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This epilogue is not part of my actual game, but it lists a number of NPCs and such, so it may be considered a mild spoiler of the game.
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4-202-06-09 18:18
Solitud, Haafingar, Skyrim



I am standing on the square in the eastern suburb near Marion's House and the Imperial Garrison, with Sybille and Falk to my right, Lydia and Yrsarald to my left and Lucia and Sofie in front of me. Other than most other women, I'm wearing an armor today, although not a helmet. Behind and to the right of us are many masts, including those of the five ships that are going to take me to a dangerous journey westwards.

Elisif, the local jarl, has spoken the last farewell words. In a few minutes, I will board a ship home. My real home. We will hopefully be able to make a stop in Farrun, the nearest major Highrockian port on our route, and then in Northpoint further west. By then we should know enough about the situation to decide if we ought to proceed to Camlorn by ship or travel over land via Shornhelm. The distance from Solitud to Farrun is almost twice that between Windhelm and Ravenrock, but hopefully we can be there by the morning after tomorrow.
Why spend two nights rather than leave in the morning and arrive in the next evening, you may ask. That is because we want to be in the stormiest section of the sea at daytime.

After that cathartic conversation with Jordis, I've been taking it easy for three weeks. My followers were in complete agreement with me that we have done our fair share and then some. Apart from which, we were hardly going to achieve anything fundamental anymore.

That's why we've been mostly chilling in Hviterun, but we also traveled to Windhelm where I introduced Lucia and Sofie who bonded immediately, both of them street kids with their parents dead. We all went to the Folkvangr island, children and followers, then returned west via Hviterun and Blackmoor, and visited Jordis's parents in Dragonbridge, staying strictly out of trouble along the way. The main roads are practically safe now with the war over, and the few highway robbers we encountered actually ran away as soon as they recognized us.

As I told you I would, I divided 3/4 of my money between all my past followers:
Lydia Soransdotter     270 days         2 722 927 septims
Jenassa Vadensdotter Arobar     251 days         2 538 157 septims
Jordis Wiljarsdotter     178 days         1 828 251 septims
Rayya Provlithsdotter Werzhan       47 days     eternal loving memory
            and gratitude
Borgakh Laraksdotter gra-Khazgur       22 days            311 192 septims
Valdimar Harenson       11 days            204 220 septims
Ghorbash Zugnorsson gro-Dushnikh       10 days            194 495 septims
Mikki Ingmansdotter         8 days            175 045 septims
Vera Ingmansdotter         6 days            155 596 septims
Heidi Ingmansdotter         4 days            136 146 septims
Lorm Jurgansson         4 days            136 146 septims
Erik Mralkisson         2 days            116 697 septims
Vorstag Fenrarsson         2 days            116 697 septims
Kharjo Ombarsson Zavandi         1 day     eternal loving memory
            and gratitude
In case you want to know how the amounts have been calculated: each person's share is proportional to the number of days he ran with me plus 10. Who served me, say, 2 days, will get money for 12 days, who served me for 200 days, will get money for 210 days. Thereby, every past follower who is still alive gets at least a hundred thousand septims as a sign of my gratitude to him for being available when I needed him.

I also told Lydia, Jenassa and Jordis to divide up my houses between them, and if they couldn't come to an agreement, Valdimar would be the referee. They ended up with this deal:
Lucia gets my house in Hviterun. Carlotta is going to look after her.
Sofie gets my house in Windhelm. Yrsarald is going to look after her.
Lydia gets my houses in Riften, Granite Hall, Elisdriel and Amber Creek.
Jenassa gets my houses in Winterhold, Sunguard City and Ravenrock.
Jordis gets my houses in Solitud, Markarth and Aurora.
My houses in Lillandril and Manor Keep will have to be taken care of by the local personnel until the times change.
I couldn't let anyone have the Arch-Mage's Quarters in Winterhold, because that's not my property.
The above is only formal ownership. All my past followers will be allowed to use any of those houses whenever needed.

We threw a magnificent birthday party for Lydia in Hviterun which was also a party to celebrate all our achievements. I persuaded Farengar to do another show of fireworks.
Jenassa found a private moment to tell me I have given her a whole new outlook on life. I couldn't imagine how I might have done that, but of course I kept quiet and refrained from ruining this touching moment of joy and gratitude. The point is, Jenassa promised me that when I return to Skyrim eventually, she'll tell me everything I want to hear about her past life – on the condition that I promise not to tell anyone else. I was happy to promise that. We held each other for a while with tears in our eyes, then composed ourselves and returned to the celebration.

That was on the 6th of this month. On the 7th, we had a modest afterparty and rested, as well as received guests from the eastern part of Skyrim who would travel to Solitud with us. We went there on the 8th and had a large formal ceremony in the palace. Today at noon, the restored shrine of Talos was consecrated in the Temple of the Divines. And this afternoon, the last short speeches and many farewell hugs at the harbor.

They're all here today: Lydia with Bjarne, Jenassa with Nelacar, Jordis with Hreinn and her parents and brothers; Borgakh with Lerguk; Mikki, Vera and Heidi with their boyfriends; Valdimar and Erik, naturally, and some more people from Hviterun; also all the jarls with their bodyguards, but not the stewards who are at home keeping order. Lydia asked Maul not to come, but Lorm is here, as is Hadvar. I consulted Yrsarald about this and he told me he's a big boy and he understands I didn't sit and wait for him all this time.
Hert is here with Hern, and Ertzebet with a small delegation from the College (including Drevis), and even Fanari has traveled all the way from Solstheim with his boyfriend Tharstan, along with Veleth and Dreyla who seem to have gotten some important things cleared between them. They came with Yrsarald and his soldiers. Erandur has taken a break from his solitude in the former temple of Vaermina to come and say goodbye. I'm seeing him in a lively conversation with Thorald and Avulstein Gray-Mane who can now walk around openly without having to fear arrest. Most touchingly, Lynly has taken Fastred on a journey practically to the other end of Skyrim, a peasant girl who always dreamed of adventure. They have the intrepid Klimmek and the ever-optimistic Gwilin with them.
I'm particularly flattered because the Count of Bruma was able to spare Viscount Marcius in the midst of war preparations. He has taken Afanna with him. She hugs me and thanks me for "everything". I'm so happy she has forgiven me, and I won't mention Razzada.
There's no one from Summerset. But Wulf and Svea have made the ship journey from Falskaar via Dånstar. She brought me a letter from Helena and another one from Jalma. Helena is most unhappy that her husband wouldn't let her take the risk of traveling all the way to northwestern Skyrim. Jalma in turn informs me that I shall always be welcome to visit, never mind those stupid warriors. And she promises to take good care of my house. And Svea tells me Oudin is not really angry with me. She herself confesses she's in love with Gabrial... but I really shouldn't bother you with something like that today.
Unsurprisingly, there are great many local inhabitants. In spite of the fading light, I believe to see the head of the petite bard Lisette next to the shoulder of General Tullius, but most of the simpler folks have compete for space farther on the street and on the stairs.

Here are some pictures from earlier today, the informal part of today's event.

Laura and Lucia in the rays of the morning sun, Solitud harbor with shipmasts below, Blue Palace ahead
My stepdaughter Lucia of Hviterun and I have arrived early.


Lynly and Faleen sit on a bench, a shipmast and some birds ahead, blue sky
The bard Lynly of Ivarsted and the housecarl Faleen of Markarth.


close-up of Hadvar standing, shipmasts ahead, spruce forest in distance, partially cloudy sky
My first Skyrim boyfriend Hadvar of Riverwood who untied my hands
and helped me escape Helgen when the dragon Alduin attacked.


a dozen people on a small paved square, Laura in the middle, wide stone upward staircase on the left
I in conversation with Falk, Lerguk and Thaena.


man with red hair sits on a bench eyeing a woman in a dark hooded robe standing somewhat away
Jarl Korir of Winterhold seemed to like the court wizard Sybille of Solitud.  :-)


a gray-haired man, a bald man and an Argonian man sit on a bench looking at the gathering ahead of them
Sitting from left: Jarl Igmund of Markarth, housecarl Jod of Dånstar, housecarl Teeba-Ei of Morthal.
Note my ex-follower Jenassa of Hviterun with her boyfriend Nelacar of Winterhold in the middle.
Jarl Korir is reading the guestbook of the Blue Palace brought here for this occasion.
Lucia is standing between my ex-follower Vorstag of Markarth (who is looking at Jarl Laila of Riften) and Lorm of Aurora.


man in the robe of a priest of Mara talks to a brown-haired man in front of two small market stalls
My very special friend Erandur, a priest of Mara, in conversation with Viscount Marcius of Bruma.


an almost entirely bald man in fine clothes poses in the Solitud harbor with the Blue Palace visible
The historian Tharstan, currently (and apparently for some time to come) residing in Skaal.


a tall elven woman and a human woman with a dark red hood pose in front of a small house
Dreyla and Fanari who have come all the way from Solstheim.


Sofie and Laura look away towards the ships, a couple of birds are lighted by the rays of the setting sun
Admiring the ships with my stepdaughter Sofie of Windhelm.


an oldish important-looking man and a little girl in a green dress pose in front of a wooden house
Lucia is having a great time mingling with the guests. Here she poses with Jarl Igmund.


Laura stands facing Cairine ta the corner of a wooden house, a large crowd on the right, sun is setting
I'm so glad Cairine, formerly of Markarth, has healed enough to have come from Hviterun to see me off.
Note Thorald Gray-Mane of Hviterun, a liberated thalmor prisoner, in the foreground on the right.
He is looking at Lynly and Fastred of Ivarsted. The man next to them is Klimmek of Ivarsted. My friend Afanna of Bruma
is farther in the crowd with her boyfriend Marcius. Near them stand Tolfdir of Winterhold and Svea of Amber Creek.


evening, a little girl is looking at a woman in a hooded robe, an Argonian man and a human nobleman
Sybille, Teeba-Ei and the steward Falk of Solitud in conversation with Lucia listening in.


almost night, Laura stands in the middle of several friends, a wide stone upward staircase ahead
I in conversation with my ex-followers Borgakh of Mor Khazgur and Mikki of Hviterun.
Next to Borgakh stands her boyfriend Lerguk of Hviterun.
Looking over Mikki's shoulder is my ex-follower Lydia of Hviterun.
Behind me stand Nelacar, and Hreinn of Markarth who is my ex-follower Jordis's boyfriend.

* * *

I hug Yrsarald and Lydia and my stepchildren one last time and embark the biggest of the five ships, supported by Falk and Sybille because I can barely see though the veil of tears. Sybille is coming along to warn against approaching storms and pirates, as well as sound out the rulers of High Rock about a possible military union against the Aldmeri Dominion. High Rock is a part of the Empire on paper only. Falk will be the main negotiator, though, because the people might not trust a vampire. We shall also be looking for ways to enliven the trade between High Rock and Skyrim, and I hope I can help through my family to find out what the obstacles are and what can be done about them.

During the journey, we'll be relying mostly on Sybille's cognizance for protection, but the soldiers on the four other ships could come handy too if everything else fails. My friends will have to stay behind in Skyrim, because I can't risk their lives. It's not for nothing we have no sea trade with High Rock. Erandur has assured me that the goddess Mara will help me arrive alive, but it's uncertain if I will ever be able to return. By ship, that is. Of course there are no storms along the land route through Hammerfell.

As I told you, I promised to come back by 24/11, which is Jordis's birthday. It'll be close, because 19/11 is my own birthday. I even suggested I'll have my birthday in Skyrim, but Jordis insisted I mustn't. After all, I'll be 25, and that's a holiday one has to spend with family. I agreed and told her if I don't make it by the 24th, she'll have to go on partying until I arrive. Jordis agreed amusedly. We're not entirely serious about this, but the girls and I are very excited looking forward to meeting again in a little more than five months. And who knows, maybe we'll even find a way to exchange messages in the meantime. One message at the very least, because the ships will return home in due time without waiting for me.

And I'm not as naive as you maybe think I am. I asked Runil, Jora, Tolfdir and Erandur if I can trust Sybille, and they all told me I can.

That's it. The story of Laura the Dragonborn is over. Citizen Laura Perardsdotter Masierri is leaving Skyrim. Thank you all for accompanying me on this amazing adventure and may the gods watch over you.


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2020-08-25

Always Lost, Always Hopeful (194) No Chance to Smell the Roses



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This fanfic novel is largely based on the events that occurred in an actual game of Skyrim I played. Therefore, it inevitably reveals a lot about the game.
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4-202-03-01 09:16
Arch-Mage's Quarters, Winterhold, Winterhold, Skyrim



Onmund is hard and I waste no time climbing on top of him before he can come up with another one of his perverse ideas. I'm still a little sore in a certain place, but it doesn't matter – I'll go crazy if I can't get a penis into my vagina at last.

I move slowly, because I don't want Onmund to come too soon. He seems okay with that and just lies there lazily. When I'm approaching my orgasm, he begins to squeeze my buttocks and then the breasts, and finally he turns me over and fucks me hard, and I get my orgasm, thrashing my lower body furiously into his, and soon he comes as well. He says he had no idea it's possible for a woman to do such powerful movements when lying on her back with a man's weight resting on her. Yeah, neither had I.


I hurry to Ertzebet to discuss last night and this morning with her. Lydia and Jordis kept strictly out of sight in my quarters, but my instructions didn't say anything about outside. On my way to the library, they are close behind me, almost holding on to my clothes. No chance they're going to miss this.

After I've told them everything, the girls come up with a hypothesis that Onmund is an alpha male who has been severely oppressed by his parents and now he is discovering his dominant nature. That makes a lot of sense. Maybe his reason for joining the College was not so much his interest in magic as having an excuse to get away from home. At any rate, I'll be most curious to see how our relationship will develop in the future. An occasional disappointment will be a small price for figuring that guy out. And he looked so average at first!

Ertzebet says she's finding increasingly more interesting things to talk about with Alec, and she can't find any fault with him whatsoever, especially since he's very gentle and the low frequency of actual intercourse doesn't bother her. Yet, she can't help going weak at the knees every time she hears Drevis's name or sees him walk past. This is a further confirmation that my plan from yesterday was right. We must figure out a way to resolve this matter one way or another, or Ertzebet will build up a fantasy world for herself that will drive her crazy and be very hard to get out of.

This morning, however, I get another quest from Tolfdir. He needs something called dragon heartscales  for his magical research, and in order to be able to carve those off a dead dragon, one needs a very special tool with a funny name Kahvozein's Fang which, as Tolfdir has found out, is at a certain location near Morpork.

Before leaving for Solitud, I decide to go and talk to that horrible Augur of Dunlain. My followers are eager to see him. That includes Jenassa who has turned up by now.

Well, that suits me fine. If the girls come along, we can leave Midden by the other exit and go straight to Dånstar without having to return to Winterhold.

No new monsters have appeared in Midden, but the Augur's voice still sounds like a slimy snake squeezing my neck.

He informs me I can only get Colette's quest when I pass a test, during which I'll be allowed to use only Restoration spells and none of my belongings or potions. Well, I'm not going to tell him where he can stuff his test, because he doesn't look like he has that place. I just turn around without a word and leave. I don't need such a childish game of chicken.

We exit into the snowfall.

The descent is not quite as hard as the picture may make it look like, but the scenery is only a minor improvement compared to Midden. When we get closer to Dånstar, however, we meet several nice horkers and one snowbear.
Laura stands next to a big horker who is looking towards the camera, snowfall, sky full of clouds
Horkers are usually uncomfortable with people getting this close, but as you probably guessed, I've used Spriggan Soap again.

Along the way, we discuss yesterday. Jenassa mentions she heard someone say something about mines that contain soul gems a long time ago. She doesn't know any specifics.

The weather turns increasingly better and we do get to enjoy some really beautiful sights.

In Dånstar, I tell Lydia to make it quick, or, well, not to sweat it, we'll wait until she has finished. Jordis, Jenassa and I walk around and shop a little and look at the ships, and then we sit in the inn and discuss our plans.

I guess we'd better run straight to the west to be sure to reach Solitud tonight. Then we can be in Morpork tomorrow and after that we'll be able to wash our hands of the Stormcloaks and the Empire.

I don't feel like having sex again so soon, therefore I wonder if I ought to offer Jordis and Jenassa that they can go and be with Gregor. But then I realize there's no way of telling how long it'll last if they do, and I'd better not cause any delay. Apart from which, I might want to keep Gregor all to myself after all. Right now, however, I still feel so thoroughly pounded all over that I don't want to even see a man for some time to come. Well, for one day at least.

Lydia returns in about an hour and we run west. In spite of the cloudy weather, the marshland looks quite beautiful. Especially amazing is the frozen water surface.

I've seen thick blocks of ice in the ocean, but I can't recall any inland bodies of water covered with ice you can walk on:
Laura and her followers stand on a surface of ice, sun shines at them, sparse spruce forest on the shore
Form left: Laura, Lydia, Jordis, Jenassa.

Successfully avoiding all those bluish-green poison blooms that grow in this region, we arrive on the eastern bank of the Solitud bay and take the ferry to the western bank. It has started to rain.

I deliver Yrsarald's proposal to meet and plan a common strategy to General Tullius and learn that Jarl Igmund is ready to depart with his retinue for Morpork tomorrow morning.

Now I pay a visit to the temple (that's me in front of Dibella's shrine):

As I stroll towards the palace, Jenassa joins me. We walk a while in silence and then she says:
"Laura, you asked the other day if I had ever been spanked."
"Yes."
"I was a slave and slaves get punished. There's nothing exciting or erotic about it."
I'm at loss for words. Touched by this unusual display of trust, I also feel very sad that Jenassa had to suffer and that I can't do anything to make her feel better. Remaining silent feels wrong, so I just say: "Was it very bad?"
She shrugs. "I wasn't too obedient."
I raise an eyebrow. "You have been obedient with me."
"You couldn't demand anything remotely as horrible as certain other people."
And now I really don't know what to say.

After a brief visit to the palace, we pass by the Bards' College where I happen to strike up a conversation with the famous bard Pantea. She mentions her favorite flute was stolen after a performance some time ago. I show her the flute I picked up from some bandits somewhere that looks like it's valuable. That turns out to be her missing flute. She says she doesn't know how to thank me.

I ask her if I could buy the book "The Song of the Alchemists" they have in the College. Pantea invites me to come along to the headmaster right now. She tells him I recovered her flute, and asks him to let me have the book for free. The headmaster agrees.

I walk on and see Vittoria Vici returning home from work. I step up to her and ask if I can have a word. She replies "Of course," with a smile and invites me to her house.
While entering, I begin to realize what I'm about to do. A chill shakes my body briefly. But there's no going back now. I take a deep breath while Vittoria is not looking.
"I don't know anything about political intrigues," I inform her as we sit in comfortable armchairs in front of a beautiful fireplace, "so please tell me in simple language what horrible things will happen if I kill Jaree-Ra."
Vittoria's face turns very serious. After a long and uncomfortable silence, she says: "I guess I'll have to sacrifice him. But I want this to be the last time you cross me. Do we understand each other?"
"I understand you all right," I tell her, "but should you ever go against my family or my followers, then I will stop at nothing. Or against Hviterun," I add after a moment of reflection.
"Or Yrsarald?" she asks with a smirk.
"Why, yes. I will kill every enemy of Yrsarald when I get a chance. Is there something funny about it?"
My evident hostility fails to impress Vittoria. "You are so young and naive," she says in a perfectly benevolent tone, which I find rather offending, because she doesn't look all that much older than me. "You will learn eventually that there are things that are too big even for you. Hopefully it'll happen before you and you family  get badly hurt."
I suddenly recall that horrible fire trap at Karthspire where my excessive arrogance very nearly caused the death of myself, Lydia, Jenassa and Mikki.
"I'm sorry," I reply. "I know I should accept my limitations and I can't right all the wrongs in the world. I need to be reminded of it more often."
Vittoria accepts it with a gracious nod. "You really ought to spend some time in Cyrodiil. It would certainly widen your horizon."
I nod.
"Well, Laura, I understand perfectly that there are people whom you will protect no matter what. Let's hope it will not come to that. I certainly have no intention of harming any of them. You may kill Jaree-Ra if you can catch him. Anything else I can do for you?"
"No." I stand up. "Thanks."

I spend the rest of the evening (in fact until the morning) working on our gear and reach my house at about the same time my followers wake up. Oh... Before I turn in, I just have tell you – I have recently picked up a pair of Orcish Boots with a most unusual enchantment. It's called Cushioned  and allows you to jump down from any height without taking damage. Since Orcish Boots are ugly, I destroyed them tonight with the Arcane Enchanter and put that enchantment on a pair of beautiful boots. I always keep a few in reserve for enchanting, just like a few pairs of gloves, helmets and such. Yes, helmets don't go in pairs. I really have to get some sleep now. Good night!



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2020-08-10

Deflorator's game, 22–26 Heartfire (Burning Queen – Dragonbridge – Hviterun)



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large stone room, bright yellow flames bursting out of furnaces, heap of coal in the middle
The Solitud bathhouse basement looks properly infernal.




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2020-07-19

Deflorator's game, 17–22 Heartfire (Hviterun – Solitud – Burning Queen)



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This unfinished story follows closely my actions in an actual game, so it's inevitably a spoiler.
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close-up of an unusually beautiful Arcane Enchanter in dark blue-green color with shining ornaments
The arcane enchanter in Elisdriel looks so increcibly cool.




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2020-07-10

Always Lost, Always Hopeful (181) Better Tie Them Up



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This fanfic novel is largely based on the events that occurred in an actual game of Skyrim I played. Therefore, it's inevitably a spoiler.
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4-202-02-15 07:48
Calixto's House of Curiosities, Windhelm, Eastmarch, Skyrim



half-naked woman works at a blacksmith's forge next to the Windhelm marketplace
Is she hoping that Ulfric will walk past? I mean, even next to the forge, it can't be that warm.

I ask all the traders in Windhelm about the Staff of Magnus one more time. None of them has heard anything about it. Then we leave for Solitud.

The most convenient way to Solitud goes via Dånstar. More precisely, one could turn away from the highway before Dånstar and head for Morthal. However, I think we'll drop by Dånstar because I have a couple of deliveries to make and it'll be only a short detour.

At the present moment, though, Dånstar is still a long way away. We have just run past Anga's Mill and now we can see a frost dragon attacking someone. He keeps floating in the air in one place until we get to a good shooting position and grab our bows. As if sensing it, he begins to fly back and forth.

We waste great many arrows, but kill him finally.

close-up of a hare sitting on the snowy ground, small patches of grass farther ahead
This hare isn't afraid of us. Only when I bend closer to caress it does it decide to run away after all.

Then we run to Dånstar with brief stops in Nightgate Inn and Laintar Dale.

Dånstar is nice as always.

Ahkari's caravan has already arrived. Yes, Lydia, we'll be a couple of hours, don't worry.

She runs off to find her boyfriend. I bring the alchemist Frida the enchanted ring I found for her, and the blacksmith Rustleif the book he wanted for his wife.

I think we'll be able to reach Dragonbridge of even Solitud tonight. Tomorrow morning, I'll consult with Sybille and then I'll negotiate with the jarl and the thanes and then we'll summon General Tullius to the palace. (The jarl is formally higher-ranking than he.) Yeah, and we'd better not just run past Morthal but drop in and have a little chat with the new jarl Sorli, just to sound out her mood.

Before we can leave, though, we have to help kill a troll who is attacking people near the inn. My followers would have probably managed by themselves, but I rush to their help and actually fire the fatal shot. Unfortunately, the troll has already killed one town guard. How a troll got so confused that he ran deep into a human settlement, I can't imagine.

Now we can leave.

The scenery along the Dånstar–Dragonbridge highway looks really beautiful under the rays of the setting sun.

Between Stonehills and Morthal is a battle going on between imps and storks. Just like the storks in The Rift, the imps of Hjaalmarch seem to be reluctant to abide by the peace treaty. I'm beginning to doubt if my plan of bringing about actual peace is even realistic. What if there's already so much hatred against the other side that Talos worship has become a side issue?

At least the town of Morthal is peaceful. Sorli has already taken over. She confirms that my position as a thane is unaffected by the political change. The negotiation hall in High Hrothgar may have been full of bitterness, but here on the ground I'm a hero.

Running through Dragonbridge without stopping, we reach Solitud when it's not quite dark yet. In front of the Winking Skeever inn, I stop to ask the old drunkard Octieve what's the mood in the city like. He says everything in Solitud is normal, but he has gambled himself into a large debt with Irnskar, Thane Bryling's husband.

I take pity on the old man, because he's the father of my friend the market trader Evette. So I tell him I'll try to talk to Irnskar. Walking towards the palace, I realize I'm not at all sure I will. I need Bryling's support while Octieve is just a useless bum.

There are many people on the streets. I make conversation with one and another, but nothing unusual seems to be going on and no one looks alarmed or anything.

In the palace, I find Jarl Elisif in the company of three people – her bodyguard Bolgeir, Sybille and Falk. They all greet me warmly. I instruct my followers to make themselves comfortable and keep an eye on everything while I ask Sybille to accompany me to her quarters.

Sybille agrees with my plan as well as with my assessment of the Empire's stance. She has no doubt that they'll grab an opportunity to get even with the Aldmeri Dominion. I learn that there is indeed severe inter-factional rivalry in Imperial City, but it's highly unlikely that anyone would sabotage war effort against the Dominion. After all, each clique views our Empire as their (potential) property, so they wouldn't risk ruining it. Besides, regardless of the power struggle, they all hope to enlarge their own feudal domains in a successful war. In short, there is every chance that all big families will rather fight the elves than each other.


I ask Sybille who is the thalmor spy in the palace. He says Falk is an informant of the thalmors, but he's not really on their side. He just exchanges information secretly with Elenwen in order to hear things from her that would help him strengthen his own position. He won't cause any trouble, once we make a move against the thalmors. The real thalmor spy, according to Sybille, is Una, one of the maids, but she hasn't really any access to big secrets. She does actively report about the comings and goings in the palace, though.

I vaguely remember I saw Una on the main square on my way here. If she wanted to be a proper spy, she ought to have followed me discreetly, trying to find out at least whom I would be talking to. I mean, my going to the palace with all my followers ought to seem to her conspicuous enough to be observed and reported.

Sybille and I go downstairs together. Sure enough, Una is just coming in. And she has guilt on her face like a dog who has made a mess.

I inform her she's to go with Sybille, and if she won't become difficult, she has a good chance to get out of this alive. She's absolutely not to talk to anyone under any circumstances.

I now go to sound out Bryling and Erikur. Both should be at their homes which are between the palace and my house.

Thane Bryling's house looks rather unimpressive, considering her high status. An indentured  (seriously?) servant informs me Irnskar is already sleeping. I wasn't going to bother him this time anyway. I tell the servant to take me to Bryling.

Bryling gives full support to my plan. I ask her to drop by the palace in a little while.

Thane Erikur is very haughty. He makes no secret of disliking Jarl Elisif even more than previously, as well as holding me for a complete nothingness. So I make it look like I was just sent to him as an errand girl to ask him to come to the palace for an important meeting which General Tullius will also attend. Erikur rises no objections, just mumbles how the current administration of Haafingar can't get anything done without him.

Melaran, the High Elf who is Erikur's magical bodyguard, is also coming with us.

This suits me fine. We'll need to get rid of both of them anyway. Even though no friend of thalmors, Erikur holds himself for the smartest person in the city if not in the world, and therefore would be sure to bore us to death with his stupid ideas presented with supreme confidence. Therefore we need him out of the way. He has no influence anyway, just a lot of money and a planet-sized ego.

When Erikur walks up the stairs in the palace, Melaran remains, as always, in the waiting room downstairs as is the custom. I let Erikur walk on and return to Melaran with Jordis and Jenassa. We aim our bows at him and I tell him that he may be a better wizard than Sybille (I couldn't know if it's true, but he is convinced he is) but he would have no chance against three bows. We take him to a spare room on the ground floor where we tie, gag and blindfold him, and I leave Jenassa to guard him with the instruction to kill him without hesitation if he seems to try to cast a spell or to liberate himself.

The palace guards are making no difficulties. In fact, they look like they admire me boundlessly and are ready to carry out any command of mine.

I instruct them to make sure no one goes near that room and no one leaves the palace.

Then I hurry up the stairs to the throne room where I have Sybille detain Erikur magically in her own bedroom. Una has already been tied up in another room.

Now we're ready to send out a messenger (Lydia, in fact) to summon Tullius. While we're waiting for him, I remember that suspicious man always lurking on the street near my house. I ask Sybille if she knows about him. She says he's just a spy to the storks. Nothing to worry about. They let him operate freely, because it's better to have a spy you know about (and not very smart one at that) than capture him and have another one sent to the city you don't know about.

But what about Erikur? I suddenly remember I saw him at Elenwen's reception.

Sybille laughs and says Erikur keeps hanging around Tullius hoping it'll help him rise up the social ladder, but Tullius can see what a fool he is. He often asks Erikur's opinion about various palace affairs, and Erikur eagerly tells him everything. He imagines Tullius is discussing important matters with him while in reality Tullius simply uses him as a source of information.

Tullius arrives. He is extremely haughty and refuses to believe the Aldmeri Dominion has attacked Hammerfell. I pull out the letter I received, but then I remember it's magically protected. Tullius would only see a blank sheet. I ask Sybille if she can make it readable. She says she'll need time. Fine, she can keep it. I no longer need it anyway.

I continue to argue with Tullius. He isn't too impressed with all the Haafingar's leadership being on my side and his man Erikur eliminated. Neither does he believe I'll be able to kill Ulfric and get away alive, let alone bring the storks to reason. However, he says if I will indeed eliminate the Silver-Bloods and restore Jarl Igmund to power in The Reach (which he cares more about than the assassination of Ulfric), he is willing to move against the thalmors in Fort Masser together with me as long as the storks refrain from hostilities. His skepticism about all the above notwithstanding, Tullius fully agrees that the capture of that fortress is necessary. The embassy is one thing, but the thalmors have absolutely no business keeping a secret stronghold on the Empire's territory.

Speaking of the Empire's policy, Tullius agrees that the sensible thing to do (if there really is war in Hammerfell which remains to be proven) would be to turn against the Dominion even if it were at the cost of leaving the whole of Skyrim under stork control. Tullius knows that the defeat in the Great War was more due to the power struggle within the Empire than the Dominion's military superiority, and that mistake will not be repeated. Nevertheless, he disagrees with my view that should the Empire still be too weakened by interfactional competition to be able to reach a decision, then Skyrim should break loose from the Empire. He says the Imperial Army will never cease to fight for law and order in Skyrim (his words, not mine).

As for my current plan, he obviously can't report to the capital and ask for orders. Therefore, he is not only entitled but obliged to use his own best judgment, which is: as soon as I bring him proof of 1) Ulfric's death and 2) the restoration of Imperial power in The Reach, and as long as there are no organized Stormcloak hostilities, he will surround the Thalmor Embassy to cut off all communications, and give me a unit of legionnaires for attacking Fort Masser.

Storming the embassy and escorting the personnel to the border is, however, out of the question. Tullius insists it's completely impossible without an order from Imperial City. We argue about it for some time, but I have to concede.

Would he give me a written order for Maven Black-Briar's arrest, with the understanding that I will kill her instead, ostensibly because she refuses to surrender? Yes, he would, providing I swear to carry on with the rest of my plan. Of course, Tullius would prefer to have Ulfric killed first, but he realizes I need to destroy the Black-Briars (who support the imps) first to convince the storks of my good faith. In any case, there is little doubt both sides would prefer the Reach–Rift exchange reversed. Logistically, the storks' position in The Reach is just as untenable as the imps' position in The Rift. Ulfric was stupid to demand The Reach in the first place. As for Hjaalmarch, Tullius agrees that Jarl Idgrod was mentally unstable. Therefore, as long as there'll be no attacks on Imperial positions, Jarl Sorli may remain in power, especially considering that she's a client of our Thane Bryling.

But what kind of proof of Ulfric's death should I bring? I won't have to cut his head off, I hope. Would a letter with Yrsarald's signature and Ulfric's seal, confirming peaceful intentions, be sufficient? Tullius agrees it would. He can recognize Yrsarald's handwriting. And he knows I'm Yrsarald's girlfriend. Naturally, he has his informers in Windhelm just like Ulfric has his in Solitud. Come to think of it, my closeness to Yrsarald is possibly the only reason why Tullius is even considering the possibility I may have a chance of succeeding.

Now the last thing – we need Una held in the prison, as well as Melaran, and he needs to be chained and gagged. Erikur will remain in the palace watched over by Sybille. We also need Solitud sealed so that no one can go in or out.

Tullius trashes my suggestions vigorously. A mage of Melaran's caliber can't be held securely. If we want to make sure he'll cause no trouble, we have to kill him. Also, he refuses to seal off the city before I've proven I'm actually able to eliminate Ulfric and bring about the peace with the storks – of which Tullius, as already pointed out, is by no means sure. When I keep arguing, he insists that sealing the city now would make the thalmors prematurely suspicious.

I give in when Sybille says it's indeed too dangerous to let Melaran live, and that she'll be keeping a magical eye on the traffic in and out of Solitud. I realize this is the best deal I can get and I'm growing tired anyway.


Tullius tells me to come with him to the castle where he can give me a signed and sealed arrest order on official notepaper the guards in Bitchen will acknowledge.

We go downstairs where we put Melaran to death. Lydia brings Una, and we all walk to the fortress with Tullius. None of us says a word while we're on the street. I go personally to find Hadvar and ask him to make sure Una will be held without an opportunity to see anyone except absolutely trustworthy guards. He says he's going to be transferred to Riverwood permanently and will leave the city sometime next week, but he'll make sure Una will be well guarded.

I know I ought to kill her too, but I don't have the heart. I just find a moment to whisper to her that if she gets caught talking to anyone in the prison, her tongue will be cut off. She's shaking all over as Hadvar is taking her downstairs.

After I've thanked Tullius for Maven's arrest order, I won't fail to mention that should he betray us, I'll hand him to Sybille. He practically laughs in my face saying he's not afraid of death. I say: "No, you won't die. You'll be kept alive and she'll drink your blood every now and then. The technical terms for that, if I'm not mistaken, is "human cattle"."

That gets him serious. But then he replies: "It doesn't really matter. I don't believe you're going to survive this anyway."

I decide to leave it at that. I return with my followers to our house to get some sleep. Even though today's achievements leave a little to be desired, at least my time planning has been flawless.



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