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The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 2 (Completed)

"Dax! You survived!"

"Don't worry, Tslee. We got that fucking Werewolf"

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Cyrdic was glad the room of perverse cultists didn't ruin Camilla's spirits or libido!

"Sigmar, the Palace..." Cyrdic lamented. He nearly cursed, but he realized the Gods might be the only thing he can count on to save them this time. He wasn't about to displease them. "At least we're dressed the part." He said, barreling down one of the lesser lit streets, the patter of Camilla's footsteps letting him know she was still beside him.

His warrior instincts told him there was no more pursuit. His adrenaline from being chased to running to reach a deadline. "I wish we still had out horses" he said as he ran. They had been a bit too preoccupied to grab them. It took him a second to remember the horses weren't theirs to forget. Oleg would need to bill them, he guessed.

After ducking and dodging through the grim streets of Praag, trying to keep out of the soldier's eyes as best they could (it wouldn't do for Palace Guests to be questioned and placed in Jail for the night) they turned the last corner and nearly ran into the Palace sentries. Kislevites wearing impeccably forged breastplates and bearskin hats halted them with halberds, almost skewering Cyrdic. He had to grab Camilla before she ran straight into one of the guards.

"Halt! Wvat business do you haf at the palace! Speak quickly, or leave zis place at once!"

Cyrdic held his hands up, opening his mouth to speak before Camilla's delicate hand covered his mouth with a hard clap. "Actually, we have been invited by Duke Enrik for the festivities this evening. I do believe our effects are in order?" She spoke so quickly, Cyrdic almost didn't realize her accent was perfect Kislevite. With a gesture she produced the letter of invitation, presenting it to the Guard in question.

"T-They are."

"Thank you, lovely to see you." Camilla blew kisses at the guards as she shoved her big companion forward. Cyrdic shook his head. "I love you, you know that?"
@Penny

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@ihinka You're completely fine, Ihinka. Thanks for sticking around for this one, though :) I think it'll be worth it. Always love your writing!

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

A Summer Chat between Two Gentlemen

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A @Father Hank and POOHEADED collab

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Dusk, 30th of Last Seed, 4E208
The Three Crowns Hotel, Gilane

The decision to return to the hotel was vindicated when Gregor discovered the kitchens and was able to procure a plate of seafood (presumably all caught off the coast; he recognized none of the ingredients) and a bottle of Cyrodiilic wine. It was a nice combination of exotic and a taste of home. He took his food, the bottle and a big glass up to the balcony. He tiptoed through the room when he saw Calen fast asleep on the bed -- the poor boy had not taken to the sea very well and Gregor understood he must be exhausted. Even after he had stepped out on the balcony he quietly put his dinner down on the table and slowly sank into one of the comfortable, cushioned chairs. He took a deep breath and sighed. Some of the tension that had wound itself tight in his chest began to unwind. A pleasant breeze was playing with the curtains and dancing through Gregor’s hair and now that the sun was setting, the temperature dropped sharply to something more enjoyable.

After a minute of just sitting motionlessly and staring into the middle distance, Gregor blinked a few times and sat up straight, picking at his food with some cutlery he had snatched from an already-made table in the downstairs dining hall. He felt old. Their narrow survival of the Dwemer ambush, the journey to Anvil, then hastily having to escape again… he remembered how he had brutalized two of the Aldmeri infiltrators with his claymore. They were sleeper agents, not soldiers, and hadn’t stood a chance against him. Still, he had now finally followed in his father’s footsteps as an enemy of the Dominion. It was a bizarre thought.

He looked around, letting his gaze wander beyond the balcony’s edge to the shimmering city of Gilane, until he -- wait, what was that?

The breeze stopped for a minute and the curtains fell back to their resting positions, revealing Alim sitting on the balcony’s railing.

Gregor exhaled slowly. “Good grief, Alim, you gave me quite a scare. Have you been there this whole time?”

“I didn’t want to say anything.” Alim replied, giving a light grin. He had been sitting on the balcony for nearly an hour now, overlooking the city. The coastal air and the Hammerfell architecture brought something to his heart he had missed. And by Akatosh, he had missed the Redguard women. Half of his balcony time was taking in those sights, truth be told. But at the end of it, he had wanted to be alone and simply ponder, same as Gregor probably. “Interrupting would have been awkward.”

Alim decided not to move off of his perch for the time being, fairly comfortable where he was. “I like the new outfit. Does it help with the heat?” Hammerfell weather took Alim some getting used to. He could only imagine how it was to someone who had likely never been.

“Yes, it does,” Gregor said and returned Alim’s grin with a smile of his own now that his heartbeat had settled again. “But I spent the last decade in that black, grim-looking outfit. It’s an important part of my looks.” He glanced wistfully at the chest by the foot of his bed in the room behind him; that’s where he had stashed his old clothes, ready to be used again whenever the weather permitted. “I look like a… pirate, or something.” He looked at Alim over the edge of his glass and chuckled before taking a sip. “But I’m glad you like it. I’ll get used to it. How are you? Glad to be in your homeland? Are you even from Hammerfell? I just realized I have no idea.”

“You know I would say the pirate comment is stereotyping but…” Alim looked down at himself, and some might consider him a corsair. He had been close to one, at one point. “Hammerfell has the reputation for a reason. I find most places in Tamriel are similar, in such ways. Reputations I mean. That’s what makes the Dwemer so difficult to determine...” He seemed to be thinking aloud for the moment, before shaking his head. “Oh, I’m from Highrock, initially. My father was a Lord there, truth be told. I was but a bastard.”

He cleared his throat. The story used to be hard for him to tell, but nowadays, it seemed simply apart of a bard’s song. “My mother was a Redguard. I never knew her…” He sighed. “I’ve given up on finding her now. But yes, I lived in Skaven for a number of years.”

Idly, he reached up to feel the bejeweled necklace given to him by Princess Savranah. A memory from years ago. Somehow he felt it a love he never did have the chance to pursue. Story of his life, he supposed. One of these days, he would need to figure out if his life was truly a tragic tale. “I see you and Raelynn have gotten quite comfortable with one another.” he joked, his thoughts going from his old flames to Gregor and Raelynn’s odd relationship. He had seen them giving each other nasty looks. They were either infatuated or wanting to kill each other. Odd how the two were so similar.

Gregor fell silent for a few seconds. He was still hiding behind his glass of wine, leaving only his eyes visible, and the look he gave Alim was not entirely kind. “So you noticed that. Very perceptive of you.” He exhaled sharply out of his nose and took a big gulp. He was too sober for this. “What of it?”

Alim raised an eyebrow, and he gave a chuckle. Not meaning to be offensive, but simply surprised at the rapid reaction. “Nothing,” the Redguard mutt said, holding up his hands defensively. “Now I am perceptive, I won’t lie. But you weren’t exactly being subtle. I mean if you have a problem with her, it’s not my place to talk about it. But she’s ok in my book. A little...greedy, but I am too.” He shrugged. Every single body movement seemed oddly comical.

“A problem? What are you implying?” Gregor put his glass down, perhaps a little too hard, and tilted his head while he looked Alim in the eye, frowning. He was tired and stressed. The last thing Gregor needed was the group's resident Casanova sticking his nose in his private affairs. “Do you even know what you're talking about? Do you know Raelynn at all? I don't think you do.”

“Well I am the one who saved her life in the Imperial City.” Alim said. He should have stopped speaking. Gregor seemed a bit too annoyed and Alim was usually the one to never let anything bother him. But then again, Alim was also one to engage and then dance around someone until he got a critical hit in. This isn’t an enemy, this is a companion. Slow down. Alim took a breath, and he spun and hopped off the stone railing. “So I have known her the longest. You are a newcomer, and hey there’s nothing wrong with that. Look, I don’t care if you like her or hate her, I just thought you’d want to talk about it. Unless you’re an angry drunk.”

“I'm not drunk,” Gregor said tersely. Alim’s casual arrogance was as grating as nails on chalkboard to Gregor and he felt anger building behind his eyes. “I saved her life in Anvil. That makes us even. Alim, really,” he continued and shifted in his seat, “what on Nirn gives you the idea that I might hate her? Or is that just because you're not familiar with the type of… dynamic that exists between Raelynn and I?” Gregor smiled again but it did not extend all the way up to his eyes. “I get it. You're young, haven't been with every type of woman there is to be with yet, and now you see how Raelynn and I look at each other and you don't know what to make of it.” He drained his glass and reached for the bottle. “You should have seen her after I had my way with her. That would really give you pause. Just stay out of my business, alright?”

Alim probably did the last thing he should do at that moment. He laughed. Not out of malice or amusement. But he was a bit too surprised at how quickly this shifted from one thing to another. “Oh I know women.” Alim said with a smile. “It’s guys like you I am new to.” He didn’t want to correct him on much, mostly because he felt like Gregor would draw his blade and Alim would either need to leap off the balcony or explain how mentioning Raelynn led to him dueling Gregor. He decided to do the responsible thing, which is an oddity for him. He stepped backwards and leaned against the railing of the balcony, for safety sake. If Gregor came at him, he knew just what window to grab after he took a small fall.

“Well…” he thought for a moment. “Maybe not. You do remind me of a few criminals I used to know. They were tough types. It’s a compliment I swear, I don’t discriminate. I’m a criminal myself sometimes...”

It would be then that Gregor would notice that Alim had the wine bottle in his hands, pouring a bit into his flask. As if to hone the point that he had a nasty habit of thieving. “Look, I’ll stay out of your business.” Giving a guilty look, he slid the wine back over to him smoothly. “But who is in Raelynn’s business is up to her, don’t you think?”

The dashing Redguard had already had a date night with Rhona, and he felt like he might wish to pursue that further if anything. He was more focused on the position of Hammerfell at the moment. But still, he had promised to help Raelynn out when need be, and Alim wasn’t the type to be bossed around unless he was getting paid.

Gregor quietly fumed at the sight of Alim with his bottle of wine in his thieving hands. He did not take kindly to being outwitted. That said, it was what the Redguard mutt said that he felt he had to respond to. “You are very far out of line to compare me with the common criminals you associate with, bastard. It’s obvious that you don’t know the first thing about me. Keep your ignorant and offensive assumptions to yourself. As for Raelynn’s business…” His voice had been sharp and reprimanding, but now it descended into what could only be described as malice. “That is her choice, of course. But she will choose wisely. You can count on that.”

Alim took a swig of his flask. He gave a satisfied gasp at the wine. Not bad. “I think that ship has sailed.” he said.

Gregor suddenly slammed his fist on the table, causing his cutlery to jump in the air. “Enough. Leave me to my dinner. We're allies and I shall bear no ill will towards you come the morning, but you have done quite enough to sour my mood this evening.” He glared up at Alim and it was obvious from the coldness in his gaze that he meant it.

The spellsword had to agree. Even if he didn’t start it, that didn’t mean he had to finish it. “You’re right.” he said, letting that sink in. “In the morning, I’ll act as if this never happened. I apologize.” He actually sounded sincere, and he found out he was. He realized he had been speaking at a haughty Knight and not Gregor. Alim had grown up among those who thought they were far better than he as purebloods, and with the bastard ‘insult’ he had taken it a bit far.

“Sorry for the wine. Have a better evening.” He said, and with a twist he planted himself onto and over the railing to fall to the otherside. He caught himself on the window sill he knew to be there, and then cautiously made his way down. It would be best to sleep on a rooftop tonight, he decided.

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

"Sayeeda!" Neil cried, before his eyes went wide and he ducked in the nick of time. He kicked off the wall and slid between the Hex's legs as the massive Saurien slammed into the wall, causing bits of material to flake and fall. There was a predatory way he moved that set him apart from most Hexanagallion's. It caused a chill to crawl up his spine. Still, Neil knew Saxon and he'd evaded him this long. At the edge of his vision, he saw a brilliant glint. It was hard to shatter Aestimobium, but even if it was broken, the shards were still worth a fortune.

"Whoa, whoa big fella!" Neil said as Saxon turned, his massive fist leading. Neil had to squirm and roll out of the way, the fist leaving a dent in the alleyway floor. "If you rip me to shreds they won't recognize my body for the bounty, remember!?" Neil had rolled backwards and took out his pistol. FUCK, he didn't have his heavy revolver. He'd gotten that thing just so he could penetrate Saxon's armor!

Still, there were vital spots. Neil let off two rounds, but it only grazed the side of the Hax's snarling face. "Shit!" was all he managed before the Hexanagallion grabbed Neil by the shirt and shoved him against the wall, knocking out his breath and nearly breaking his collarbone. In fact Neil felt he had broken or damaged something. There was a coppery taste in his mouth.

There was a guttural snarl that escaped the mandibles of the brutal bounty hunter. "I'll break the bones in your arms and legs." The sound of him speaking sounded like rocks grinding against each other. Neil knew the only way to stall was to keep talking. Saxon never did like to talk but he still had to try.

"How the hell did you get off that rock?" Neil asked him. It was something he was very fascinated to find out about. The last time he had seen Saxon, the Hex was in the jaws of a Maw Worm on an asteroid, Neil having stranded him there. Saxon answered as eloquently as always. "Tore out of its stomach. Had a locator beacon."
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The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

Home Sweet Home?

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Alim hadn’t really had the time to process most of it. He had made it to the ship as best as he could. The Dominion showing up and taking advantage of the Imperial’s weakness was to be expected. It seemed like a doomed prospect, but despite the ravaging and the destruction, it seemed like it brought a glimmer of hope. If the Dominion ended up fighting the Dwemer for supremecy of Tamriel, perhaps they would both become weakened enough to topple by the forces they wish to subdue. His mood, being given a boost by the adrenaline, was cut down however, when he found Rhea’s body on deck.

Alim had no hat to take off, but he did give a bow in respect to Rhea, his normally amused face solemn and respectful. She had been a fellow adventurer and collector, and though Vasora had problems with her, Alim had never felt anything but admiration to the woman. It saddened him he would never have the chance to swap stories with her, one last time.

After Vasora kissed her brow, Alim silently took off his cloak. With a whip like motion, it fanned out and fell upon the body, covering Rhea did give her a bit more dignity. She deserved nothing less. After another bow, he took his leave and went to go win himself another cloak by playing dice and having a drink. Akatosh knows he needed one. The voyage wasn’t long, and he kept to himself.

It was when they sailed into port that he had his second surprise, one that shook Alim to his very core. The Dwemer being here was one he could expect. But it was the peaceful occupation that he could not fathom. That...was not the redguard way. He had not been born in Hammerfell, but he had spent a good deal of time there. It was a land of his blood. And this was not the Hammerfell he had known only a scant few years before.

He needed to figure out what happened to the other cities of Hammerfell. Surely the Dwemer had only taken control of the port towns. In Tiber Septim’s day, it took the entire might of Tamriel and half of Hammerfell to subdue the other half. The Dwemer nor the Dominion could have conquered all of it. He had to find out. Though he would be patient as well. He couldn’t ask questions like that, it would arouse suspicion, and Alim was a survivor if nothing else. He stayed quiet until he made it to the Inn with the others. Perhaps there he could find something out.

After having slipped past the inspection on the ship, pickpocketing a few pickpockets, and making it scot free to the ‘resistance hotel,’ he paid no real attention to the room arrangements. He had to grin at their location, however. He wish he had such a safe house as this back in Skaven. Now he needed to unpack his clothes and grab a drink somewhere. Despite the dire straits Hammerfell seemed to be in, it was still a beautiful place. Both rough, lush, and sexy all at once.

He truly did miss it here, and that was why he needed to see it free.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 2 (Completed)

@Blitzy Welcome Blitzy!

Post a random fact about yourself.

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Me too. Go ahead and tell the story. In fact, I've dodged more than a few, but I was employed as a Railroad Conductor for five years.

@Gunther

I demand to hear it.

@HaleyTheRandom

Well, a week of procrastination later...

A few years ago around my birthday, my mother called me and we went to an early clean up at the city river, called the Cahaba river. I went and picked up some trash along the river but realized a lot of it had already been picked up. Across the river though, it looked dirty as hell. So I kept going until there was a steep incline and I climbed it to find a train track and more people cleaning.

The tracks also went across the river, and that was the only thing that could get me across. So I decided to take it and I started walking across it. What got me after was that each track was about half a foot apart and if I got my foot stuck in any of them I'd be dead, but at the time I thought the tracks were abandoned. Well halfway through I hear a huge BEEEEEEEEEUUUUURRRRR in the distance, and then I hear a woman screaming "hey! hey!" and I turn around to see a woman running towards me.

I then turn back to where I was GOING and I see a train turn the corner past the trees, only its not a train. Just the first section, so it's going like 60-70. Well I hurry the fuck up and then leap off of it to the rickety railing on the side, then leap off that to skid down onto a rock that overlooks the river. I thought I would have had to jump 30 feet into the 4 foot water, but luckily I didn't need to.

What was funny was, when I got back later and got into the car, P.O.D.'s "Alive" was on the radio.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 2

YEAH you are.