Chapter 13: Bastard: An Unpleasant or Despicable Person.
A large gathering had appeared in the Market Center of Riftin. Another pop-up sale was being presented in full view; the goods being hocked were questionable at best, but no one was willing to shut it down. Feeling a small ping of paranoia, Aleaksi kept looking over her shoulder as they stood at the front of the group. An obvious snake oil salesman was giving his latest spiel on the wondrous miracle cure that was bottled in front of them, but she was only half listening.
"How much you wanna bet it's lake water dyed red?" she whispered.
"I doubt they'd bother with the dye. Just market it as 'distilled'." Miraak muttered in response.
The man in front of them continued; most of the permanent Riftin citizens knew he was full of shit, but the show was a distraction from their otherwise morose lives.
"Make love like a saber cat with an all-natural blend of herbs and spices combined with cleansing glacial waters straight from the Jerall mountains…"
"Gods above they can't be taking this serious." Aleaksi groaned "it's just so…bad. And how is 'making love like a saber cat' a good thing? Sounds like a lot of biting and scratching."
"You don't complain when I do it." He said with a smirk.
As the show continued, the crowd grew, and interest increased. The red-headed man at the center dressed in finery became more extravagant as sales were made. By the end of it, the crowd had disbursed, and a few people were significantly lighter in the pocket by way of purchase or other means. Aleaksi and Miraak lingered observing their surroundings until the man was by himself. He looked her up and down and smiled.
"Never done an honest day's work in your life for all that coin you're carrying, eh lass?"
Aleaksi blinked. "I'm sorry, what?"
"I'm saying you've got the coin, but you didn't earn a septim of it honestly. I can tell."
She frowned. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Do you er, think I'm a thief?"
The smile widened more "It's all about sizing up your mark, lass. The way they walk, what they're wearing. It's a dead giveaway."
Miraak stood to the right of her; there was a cough that sounded suspiciously like a snicker. She elbowed him.
"I'm a blacksmith and my wealth is none of your concern."
"Oh, but that's where you're wrong, lass. Wealth is my business. Maybe you'd like a taste?"
"You know, I think I'm good. Already about to be in deep shit, let's not add to the pile. But based on your shifty demeanor and strange assumptions, you can probably answer my questions. I'm looking for an old man hiding here. Sound familiar?"
"Expecting free information with a vague description, eh? Help me deal with business first, then we'll see how I can help you. Besides, you look like your pockets are a little light on coin, am I right?"
"No actually. We do pretty good for ourselves." She held out a calloused hand "be honest, does that look like the hand of a pickpocket?"
He glanced down and tilted his head. "Aye, you've got a point there, but information still isn't free. So, what are you willing to offer in return? You do seem familiar…" he stroked his chin.
"I can't imagine why. I've never been here before."
Brynjolf snapped his fingers. "Ah-ha! You're the butcher of the orphanage!"
Dammit. "That woman was a monster for what she was doing to those kids." She snarled defensively.
"Oh no ones arguing that lass, but you committed murder and there's still a sizable bounty on your head."
Miraak raised an eyebrow. "Why am I just now hearing about this bounty?"
Aleaksi ignored him.
"Are you attempting to blackmail me? I can tell you now that won't end well." She snapped.
"Threats and a pretty face. A woman after my own heart. But I don't believe you're in a position to make good on it. Now, let's go back to being civil before things get ugly. You need to find someone, and I need someone taken care of. As it so happens, I have a bit of a plan."
Aleaksi folded her arms but didn't walk away; he continued.
"I'm going to cause a distraction and you're going to steal Madesi's silver ring from a strongbox under his stand. Once you have it, I want you to place it in Brand-Shei's pocket without him noticing."
"That's a terrible idea. I'm not a thief so it's guaranteed that this 'pickpocketing' will be nothing more than a weird conversation as I awkwardly stick my hand in Madesi's pants. I could be wrong, but it may change his entire outlook toward our business arrangement. Besides, why is Brand-Shei getting framed?"
"Not that you need to know this, but we've been contracted to make sure Brand-Shei remembers not to meddle in affairs that aren't his own. Now, since we're not the Dark Brotherhood, we're not going to kill him, we're just going to make sure he sits in the prisons for a few days."
Aleaksi frowned. "No, this entire thing is ridiculous. Just because you're not killing him doesn't mean you're not destroying his livelihood. What's he supposed to do once he gets out of jail? His reputation will be shot, and his business ruined. He won't have a roof over his head or a way to feed himself."
Brynolf shrugged "Not my problem lass. He should have minded his business just like you should have minded yours. As I see it, you have two options – go with the plan or we have a nice little talk with one of those guards about that outstanding bounty."
Damn and double damn. She was back in the corner again. On the one hand, she could attempt to pay the bounty which would drain their remaining funds – but on the other, an innocent man's life was at stake here. Brand-shei was one of the few honest workers left in Riften and didn't deserve to have his friendships ruined and his reputation sullied. There had to be another option.
"You're trying my patience, lass."
"What if Brand-shei leaves town for good? That would resolve the issue, wouldn't it?"
"Yes, technically. But In his case, a message is being sent by him going to jail."
"But I'm offering a permanent solution and not making a potential martyr of him. I don't have to tell you he's well known here. Let me talk to him first and see if this can be fixed quietly. After all happy people don't complain or start rebellions. If he doesn't take my offer, then I'll consider your plan."
"Aye, I see your logic. Very well, talk to him and if he leaves, we'll call it even and I'll tell you what you want."
"Where can I find you when this is done?"
"Don't worry, we'll find you."
Evening was quickly approaching as the Bee and Barb filled with its usual patrons. Aleaksi and Miraak sat in a low-lit corner quietly eating and observing. Most of the people ignored them, too occupied with their own dealings but a select few found their presence intriguing.
"How long do you think it will be before we can go back home? I hate this place." She muttered.
"If you had done what was asked, we would already be leaving."
"Moral reasoning aside, you know that would have ended horribly. Besides I think I know exactly what to do."
"And that is?"
"Brand-Shei is a Telvanni. I could write to Neloth and send him that way."
"Do you really think that's a good idea? Neloth is…peculiar. Besides, who knows if Brand-Shei even wants to leave. He may resist all offers."
"Then I'll tell him the truth."
"I'm sure that will go over well."
"Better than being in jail."
He sighed. "We'll address it tomorrow then. For now, finish eating so we can leave. There is something unsettling here; that woman in the corner has been staring at us for far too long."
"Maybe she has a crush on you."
"Or maybe they recognize you and know how much money is on your head right now. That man from earlier must be in charge because there's at least three others in this room that have been keeping tabs on us since we walked in…but they haven't acted. Orders were most likely given to observe and not apprehend."
Aleaksi looked around; the room seemed much smaller than it originally appeared. For its cutesy name, the inn was a veritable hive of scum and villainy. One of the obvious thieves winked at them.
Miraak smiled back. "They're playing with us. How delightful."
"What makes you say that?"
"If they didn't want to be seen, they wouldn't be. Now let's go before we have to burn down another city."
"Right behind you."
In the space above the Inn, they shared a cramped room that smelled vaguely of old saw dust and wet grass. The linens appeared clean but the bed itself was a bit on the small side.
"I don't suppose you're going to be a gentleman and offer to sleep on the floor?"
"We'll both fit but adjustments will need to be made."
"Such as?"
"Don't kick me in the middle of the night for snoring."
"I would never."
"I have bruises that say otherwise."
"Well then maybe you shouldn't snore. Now how are we going to do this? You can be the little spoon." She bumped the bed frame with her hip and watched it wobble. Miraak sat precariously on the edge; it sagged noticeably with a loud creak. He frowned and looked back at her.
"There is strong chance we may break this. We're both sleeping on the floor."
She wrinkled her nose at this. "The floor has some questionable stains on it. How much do you want to bet it's blood?"
"Most likely. But do you want to think about what's on the sheets?"
"Point taken."
Bed rolls were spread out in an attempt to create a comfortable sleeping area. As they settled in, Aleaksi continued to toss and turn. This was met with an annoyed sigh.
"Don't give me that look. This floor is horrible."
"If you don't sleep, I can't sleep."
"That sounds suspiciously like concern." She rolled over to face him. "Is it?"
He stretched out on his back. "Hardly unless you feel there is something to be concerned about. Is there?"
"No not really, unless you consider the fact that we've literally got thieves watching our every move and there's also an angry wizard running around no one can account for…and then there's and Thalmor…and the big black dragon that's trying to end the world."
"Don't forget the Stormcloaks. Ulfric will want his pound of flesh too."
"At this point, I believe we have more enemies than friends." The stress in her voice was evident.
He pulled her against him and rubbed her back. It was a small gesture, but the sentiment was felt. She leaned against his shoulder enjoying the warmth that radiated from him. Things weren't perfect but they didn't have to be. In the back of her mind, Aleaksi still questioned when everything would come to an abrupt end, but it was pointless to panic over such things. If it continued, paranoia would morph into hysteria, the precursor to self-sabotage. But what was the root of this?
Perhaps it was the the ideology behind most fairy tale romance; the perfect knight waiting on her hand and foot and professing his devotion with large ridiculous gestures. This of course was little more than an overzealous lie that overshadowed occasions such as this; it was the small vulnerabilities and intimate understanding that deepened their feelings for each other, not grand declarations or simpering sonnets.
No, Miraak wasn't overly emotional and he rarely discussed feelings of any sort, but he didn't have to. His affection was displayed with subtlety by way of touch; a hand on her lower back, a hair brushed out of her face or an arm around her while they slept. His personal space was hers and he shared it with no one else.
She kissed his neck softly and was rewarded with a groan. Another soft kiss followed as his hands began their descent toward her thighs. He nudged her to roll over, but she stopped him.
"No, let me enjoy you…" she whispered as she pushed him back and straddled his torso sliding her hands over his shoulders, chest and the taunt muscles of his stomach.
She leaned forward, kissing him deeply; one of his hands roved from her stomach to her breast and continued up her neck; the other slipped between her thighs, guiding himself inside her. It wasn't long before simple words were replaced by moaning, grunts and whimpers as they strained toward climax. With each roll of her hips, she met his thrusts. He grasped her firmly pushing her toward completion as his thumb teased her sensitive core. Aleaksi closed her eyes tightly as the warmth of the building orgasm coiled itself, ready to burst at any moment.
Miraak clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle a loud moan as she came undone. Gods the sounds they must be hearing downstairs. A few seconds later, he shuddered and bit back his own outburst as he came inside her.
She collapsed on top of him still panting, her heartbeat slowly returning to normal. As the heady sensation faded, a small voice crept up in the back of her mind again. It was the same voice that whispered thoughts of jealousy and questioned his intentions but this time, it brought forth a sudden realization that went a different path; he never pulled out…and when was her last cycle? Was it his intention to impregnate her?
She pushed the thought out of her mind. That wouldn't happen to them – it had only been a few weeks since they began this whole thing and she was just being paranoid. Besides, they had far too much to do and most likely, he didn't give the action a second thought.
She sensed he was falling asleep and slid to the side of him. His soft breathing gradually deepened; if they hand been home, she would have fallen asleep just as quickly but even with her body sated, her mind was not. Sex had been a pleasurable distraction, but its effects were short lived indicating a possible sleepless night.
Riftin was quiet next morning as its citizens had not yet arisen to attend their routines. As Aleaksi and Miraak packed, the feeling of being watched returned in full force. Perhaps it was residual effects from the day before, but something didn't feel right. She looked around the room for any spy holes or loose boards that gave easy access but found nothing.
Miraak shook his head at her. "You won't find anything here. They're professionals. They wouldn't make something obvious unless it was part of a trap."
"Still, it doesn't hurt to look." She muttered.
By the time they checked out, the Marketplace had come back to life. Wares were sold at respectable prices as patrons sauntered about and haggled. The drab exterior of the city did little to deter those with coin; it was common knowledge that bargains can be made with someone in finery or rags and you were a fool to overlook a deal because of appearance. It was always also common knowledge to keep an eye and a hand on one's purse, especially when being bumped into. Sticky fingers were everywhere which could also be dressed in any attire.
Aleaksi scanned the crowed and located the familiar stall but Brand-Shei was already in conversation by the time they approached. She smiled and greeted him as the other person left hoping their situation would be resolved quickly.
"It's been far too long since we last talked! How's the shop doing?"
"Fine I suppose. You know how it is with the ups and downs with the Thieves Guild. What brings you back to Riftin?"
"Business actually. I'm looking for a new assistant for a shop in Markarth. I've recently acquired a silver mine out there and we're trying to get honest help as the previous owner had a bit of a reputation. Interested?"
"Markarth? Isn't that up in the mountains with a bunch of wild men?"
"The scenery is a little different but the forsworn aren't an issue anymore" it wasn't technically a lie but more of an eventual truth. "Not to mention, no Thieves Guild or Maven Black-Briar."
He perked up at this. "Yeah? Well I dunno, I've lived in Riftin most of my life" he scratched his head "it's not perfect but…that's a big change."
"I understand – I was in the same spot a few years ago. Tell you what, you run my shop and I'll let you sell whatever you want out of it alongside my goods. You keep what you make minus 2% for displaying and storing and all that. Deal?"
He scratched his chin and looked around. "Aleaksi that's a really tempting offer but I can't help but wonder why me? I mean you've helped me out before and I'm thankful, but this seems out of the blue. What's really going on?"
She sighed. There was no point in lying to him; the truth was nasty enough on its own. "I've heard some rumors that you got on someone's bad side…and just maybe that person contacted other people and now your options are leave town or get framed for theft."
His face fell. "It was Maven wasn't it? I knew I shouldn't have crossed her. Bloody hell that woman is evil."
"I won't disagree with that but I'm asking you to take my offer. Markarth isn't bad this time of year and it's a lot more secure than this place."
He walked out from behind the stall and held out a hand. "Alright you've got a deal. I suppose it could be worse eh? When do I leave?"
"As soon as you can. Do you have a house or…?"
"Ha! Gods no. I've been staying at the Bunk House for the last couple of months since the Bee and Barb stopped renting rooms long term. Only a handful of people have houses here and most of them look like they're about to fall in."
She nodded. "Ah. Well let me know once you get settled in there. I'll also need a letter each month with sales reports and expenditures. Send it to my house in Falkreath and I'll have Erik fill you in on the details."
He smiled. "You know for suddenly being uprooted; I'm actually looking forward to it."
"Good to hear. Now if you'll excuse us, we've got to find this red-headed cun-"
"Such harsh language from such a lovely mouth. Really lass, you should watch what you say. Might spread like fire." Brynolf appeared behind them with a sly grin.
Aleaksi glared. "You got what you want now let's step over here and talk away from the city center."
"How about you have a drink with me, and you'll get what you're looking for – that is if you and your man can get to the Flagon."
"Fine. Where's it at?"
"Just follow the rats and you'll find it." He smiled again and walked away.
Aleaksi frowned and turned to Miraak. "Did you-?"
"He's talking about the sewer."
"Fantastic. Just what I wanted to do today, crawl around in the Ratway. Gods I hate this city."
"I thought you were going to send Brand-Shei to Solstheim. What changed?"
"Neloth is insane and sending him out there without any sort of warning would probably turn Brand-Shei into a 'volunteer' for an experiment. I'm going to write him first and see if he even knows about other Telvannis or what happened to them. Besides, he's an experienced merchant and we need one for Markarth, so it still works out."
"And what about payroll expenses? We're not exactly overflowing with gold right now."
"We'll figure something out. We always do."
"Let's get it over with." He grumbled.
As they approached the lower level of the city, the putrid stench of dry rot and mold assailed them with each ominous creek of the wooden steps. Soon, a rusted gate stood in front of them marking the entrance to the Ratway. Aleaksi looked around quickly before pushing it open and walking inside hoping no one would notice. They were enveloped in darkness as damp air filled their lungs. Each step reverberated off arched stone walls echoing the sound of water dripping further ahead.
She motioned for Miraak to cast mage light, but he shook his head.
"We're not alone in here." He whispered.
"How many?"
He paused and preformed Aura Whisper. Pinkish red figures suddenly appeared scattered everywhere. Some of them were small indicating skeevers and other creatures but the obvious gathering of humans caught his attention.
"Quite a few but we need to go this way." He pulled her toward a worn path that ended with a sudden drop.
Across the gap was a bridge in an up-right position with a switch next to it. Its current state was meant to deter any unwanted guests, but the way forward was obvious. Aleaksi took a piece of scrap metal from her pack and threw it to judge the height. A sudden clink signified a safe dropping distance, but she was still hesitant.
"There could be much worse down there – spikes, bear traps, actual piles of shit. Who knows? Cast mage light so we don't die."
He rolled his eyes and did as she asked; the ball of light revealed a stone floor with shallow puddles and nothing else.
"Ladies first." He said scooting her forward and off the edge.
Aleaksi landed gracelessly and was soon joined by Miraak. As the light faded, their eyes adjusted to the darkness again. The ledge in front of them was just over six feet tall and would prove difficult to scale due to its slick surface.
He stood behind her and put his hands on her hips testing his grip.
"Hey what are you-" Aleaksi started when she suddenly found herself being lifted into the air and pushed toward the wall. With an awkward rolling scramble, she lay sprawled on the stone floor next to the bridge lever.
"For fucks sake next time tell me what you're going to do!" She snapped at him as she caught her breath.
"Where's the fun in that? Now take my hand and help me up."
"Are you sure about this?" But before she could convince him to walk around, he was attempting to climb.
Fifteen minutes and several swear words later, they continued forward until finally, they were met with a spacious room where several people were gathered in the dimly lit corner. A massive beast of a man stood as bouncer at the makeshift entrance next to a heavily worn sign that read 'Ragged Flagon'. He glared at them but said nothing as they walked by.
Aleaksi scanned the group looking for Brynolf but couldn't find him. Instead she was greeted by a petite silvery-blonde woman sitting next to an older bald man and a Redguard woman. 'Greeted' may have been generous as they did little more than stare at her as an uncomfortable silence filled the small space. Behind the counter, even the bartender paused serving and eyed them with keen interest.
The sudden clap of a hand on her shoulder made her jump and swear.
"Ah so you made it! Congratulations lass. Looks like I have to keep good on my word."
"Brynolf who is this? Have you been recruiting again? You know we can't take on new people right now." Snapped the Redguard woman.
"Calm yourself Tonilia, this isn't a new recruit – it's the butcher of the orphanage and as of yesterday, the fire starter of Windhelm. She's finally gracing us with her presence!" He laughed "Now, what do you need that old man for?"
"Er, it's stupid and complicated but he's very important right now- wait a second, how the hell do you guys know about Windhelm already? That just happened!" Aleaksi questioned.
"Aye news travels fast. You've both got quite the reputation right now – not to mention the bounty, and I'm not just talking about the one from here."
Godsdammit. Another one to add to the list and this time it wasn't even her fault. Well, most of it wasn't.
"So, are you going to turn us in?" she said raising her eyebrows.
"Of course not. You kept your word and I'll make good on mine. The man you're looking for is in the Vaults but you're not the only ones after him; bunch of armored high elves came through not too long ago."
"And you guys didn't think that was odd?"
"Not for the amount of coin they provided. If they want to wander around in those tunnels without direction, let 'em. You may want to stick to the beaten path though. He'll be in one of the upper levels."
Aleaksi nodded, turned to leave but paused "what's the real reason you haven't turned us in?"
Brynolf shrugged "You never know when you'll need the Dragonborns on your side. Best not to make enemies of everyone – something you should keep in mind lass. Now get going."
An hour and several wrong turns later, they found themselves outside a large metal door negotiating entry with an eccentric old man through a well-fortified peep hole.
"Go away!"
"Esbern? Open the door - we're uh, friends." Aleaksi called.
Miraak groaned at her attempt. "'We're friends'? Really? That's the best you've got?" He whispered.
"Shut up." she hissed.
The tone of Esbern's voice changed and elevated an octave indicating panic was setting in. "What? No that's not me! I don't know who you're talking about."
"It's okay Delphine sent us!" she tried again hoping a familiar name would change his mind.
"Delphine?! So, you've finally caught her, and she's led you to me…and here I am caught like a rat in a trap."
"No no it's not like that. I'm dragonborn and so is my partner – which is also complicated but there's a good reason but I'm the one you've been looking for so could you let us in?" all of which was said very quickly.
There was a brief pause.
"What's that you said? Dragonborn? Then there really is hope! And there's two of you? How can this be?" his entire attitude changed as if a switch had been flipped.
"Long story. Very long story. Can you let us inside? There are Thalmor agents out here and we need to get away." Aleasksi pressed.
"Yes yes of course! One moment while I unlock the door…"
Several minutes went by as various latches and bolts slid into place. When it finally swung open, a man who appeared to be in his sixties greeted them with a wide smile. He wasn't dirty but rumpled; his clothing was clean but patched in several places. A shock of white thinning hair encircled his head and deep-set wrinkles around his mouth and eyes gave credence to a life of hardship.
Inside the room, there was a small living area that shared space with a makeshift kitchen and bedroom. The space dedicated to the library had slowly encroached on every aspect of the room in an attempted coup. Books and scrolls sat on every surface; it was evident that he had been living here for quite some time with very limited contact with the outside world. But despite the Warrens moldy, chilled atmosphere, Esbern had made the room comfortable with the tools he had available.
And now he stood in front of them, a gleeful look in his eyes that bordered on mania. Aleaksi forced a neutral expression but the longer he stood there starring like that, the harder it was to hold. Miraak casually walked around the room, examining books and opening scrolls already taking liberties that weren't official given yet. The man was clearly going with them and they weren't coming back, so why shouldn't he have a look around?
"You're Dragonborn? Is it really true?" Esbern finally spoke.
"Yes, Delphine seems to think it's important."
His eyes went wide. "Important?! More than she realizes! If you're Dragonborn then…there is hope after all. For so long all I could do is watch our doom approach helplessly!"
Aleaksi took a half-step back at his outburst. It was clear he hadn't conversed with another in sometime, and while she didn't want to be rude, it was a little off-putting.
"Doom? Do you mean the return of the dragons?"
"Dragons, pah. They can be killed. The blades killed many in their early days as dragon slayers." He brushed off. "No, they are nearly a final portent of the end of days!"
"You're talking about a literal end of the world? I thought that was just people being dramatic."
"Oh yes! The prophecies make clear the signs that will precede the end times. One by one I have seen them fulfilled. Alduin has returned just like the prophecy said! The dragon from the dawn of time who devours the souls of the dead! No one can escape his hunger here or in the afterlife! Alduin will devour all things and the world will end. Nothing can stop him!" He wailed.
From across the room, Miraak looked up from a piece of paper and met her eyes. I know, I know. Just put up with it for right now.
"It's not hopeless Esbern, we're both Dragonborn." She soothed, hoping to would prevent another outburst.
"You're right I forget myself. It's just that I've lived without hope for so long. The prophecies are clear, only the Dragonborn can stop Alduin but as there are two of you..." he trailed off "We must go quickly. Take me to Delphine. We have much to discuss."
"It's a bit of a walk but we'll explain our strange situation on the way."
"I look forward to it!"
The trip back to Riverwood was thankfully uneventful as they traveled by night to avoid detection. Miraak patiently explained his initial meeting with Aleaksi but left out the minor detail of wanting to kill her and absorb her soul. They were past that now and there was no point bringing it up as it would lead to more questions and possibly a spat. As a scholar, Esbern seemed particularly interested in Apocrypha until the Lurkers and Seekers were mentioned. The topic was then switched to the Mereithic Era; by this time Aleaksi had grown bored and walked ahead.
The next morning Delphine greeted Esbern with a genuine smile, the first Aleaksi had seen since meeting the woman. After pleasantries were traded, the four of them sat around the small table tucked into the hidden room below the inn.
"We're saved! We couldn't have asked for better luck! Two Dragonborns!" Esbern exclaimed but Delphine's sour expression returned.
"I just don't believe that it's possible. You can't both be dragonborn. And I think it's time you stopped spreading the falsehood that you are." she accused.
"Delphine, there is a lot of evidence to validate his claim-" Esbern started but was shot down.
"I sincerely doubt anything that he gives is going to be credible." She turned back to Miraak "You're a talented liar, I'll give you that but what we're doing now is serious. You need to come clean."
Miraak's jaw tightened but he remained silent.
Aleaksi spoke first. "And does my firsthand account mean nothing?"
"You most likely saw what he wanted you to see, and no one blames you if you were fooled. Illusion spells-"
"I was in Apocrypha. I spoke with Hermaeous Mora the Daedric Prince and fought horrid creatures that would rip you to shreds." She said in a firm voice cutting her off "But most importantly, I saw him" she nodded at Mirrak "absorbing dragon souls and taunting me for it. This wasn't some sort of illusion. Now, if you continue talking to us like this, we will leave for good and you can fight Alduin on your own."
Esbern stood before Delphine could retaliate in an attempt to ease the tension in the room.
"I think this would be a good time to bring up our next destination. Sky Haven Temple. It was an Akavari military camp constructed during their conquest of Skyrim. It's where they built Alduin's Wall to set in stone all their accumulated Dragon lore."
Miraak snorted. "This should be interesting. I wonder how much of it is accurate."
"It was a hedge against the forgetfulness of centuries – a wise and foresighted policy in the event. Despite the far-reaching fame of Alduin's Wall at the time – one of the wonders of the ancient world - it's location was lost." He said confidently, slipping back into this role as a scholar.
"So, what does this wall have to do with us?" Aleaksi asked.
"Alduin's Wall was where the ancient Blades recorded all they knew of Alduin and his return. Part history, part prophecy. Its location has been lost for centuries, well not lost so much as forgotten. The blades archives hold so many stories…but I was only able to save a few scraps…"
Delphine cut in. "So, you think this wall will tell us how to defeat Alduin?"
"Well perhaps but that's not guarantee of course."
Aleaksi turned to Miraak. "Did you know anything about this?"
"I have only read about it. The bruniki did not enter Skyrim until after the start of the first era but they were complained about often by visiting dovah."
"I assume that translates to something."
"Savages. Beasts. It's what the Akiviri were referred to in conversation. As we know, they would later dub themselves the Dragonguard as a pledge to Reman Cyrodiil after the battle at Pale Pass but this pre-Blades history. I was not around for this, but I've come across some very interesting accounts of the events."
Delphine rolled her eyes. "Is that the best you can come up with? At least attempt to make your lies a little probable."
The room stilled as Miraak fixed her with a very hard, cold look. Aleaksi shifted slightly as the realization dawned that she'd seen it before. It was the predatorial look dragons gave just before they attacked.
"I will explain myself for the last time. I am not just Dragonborn, I am the first. I know of the mannerisms of dragons because I was a priest in their order." He growled. "I served them daily and when I began killing them, I absorbed their souls. I have more of an understanding of their nature than you could ever hope to achieve."
"All of this has yet to be proven." She countered.
"To you perhaps, but what do you matter?"
"I stand in the way of charlatans like you!" Delphine snarled "The truth will expose you for what you really are, and I look forward to wiping that smug look from your face."
"As do I. It will be a glorious day when you have to eat those words."
"Now there is no need for that. This is a very curious situation after all." Esbern said softly. "Some scrutiny is expected but we can still be civil."
"If I seem short it is because I grow weary of being questioned by fools who have little to no understanding of the hubris of the Blades and the timeline in which their many failures accumulate!" Miraak spat "Now if you insist that we go to this wall for answers, then so be it. I'm sure this expedition will only waste more of our time."
"Failures? How dare you! The Blades have been an integral part of Tamrial's history!" Delphine snapped.
"And what do you think Uriel Septim VII would say about that?" Aleaksi smiled. "Probably not a lot."
"Quiet all of you! This fighting is ridiculous! Don't you see if we don't figure out this out, we're all doomed? Alduin is coming!"
"Yes, we know. Where is this wall located?" Aleaksi motioned.
Esbern pulled out a very old wrinkled map. "Sky Haven Temple in Kathwarsten."
She groaned. "Of course, it's in Forsworn territory. That's a huge area for them! Are you sure?"
"Absolutely. Are they an issue?"
"Hopefully not, as long as we play nice." She sighed "when do we leave?"
"As soon as possible."
Upon exiting the room, Delphine announced she was leaving the inn indefinitely and turned ownership over to her somewhat dimwitted assistant. He received the news with a less than enthusiastic response.
Once outside, the sun beat down brightly upon them as Riverwood faded into the background. They followed the road stopping briefly in Whiterun before venturing west toward Rorikstead. Delphine and Esbern walked ahead as Aleaksi and Miraak trailed behind them. Tensions were still high and tempers could flare at any moment leading to a nasty fight.
"Perhaps we'll see our friend Madenach again." Miraak said once the other two were far enough away.
"God I hope not. That crazy bastard will probably attack on sight."
"We are technically considered his ally."
"We both know that doesn't mean a damn thing."
They walked onward only stopping to rest once they reached Roikstead. Aleaksi spoke with Mralki for a bit and gossip was exchanged. Thankfully, there was no mention of Windhelm yet as the news had not traveled any further than Riftin. If they were lucky, they could stay ahead of the storm until it blew over.
They reached the elaborate encampment by sundown. Large fires had been lit as members of the tribe prepared for their evening meal. Aleaksi and Miraak took the lead as they would most likely be recognized which would prevent an unwarranted attack. A moment later, they were approached by several armed Forsworn members with hostile expressions.
"Stop. Why do you come through our lands?" A large man wearing traditional garb stepped forward and crossed his arms. He had a unique scar on his chest indicating his status as Briarheart. Aleaksi spoke first hoping their request would not cause offense.
"We seek passage to The Karthspire." It seemed simple enough.
His expression turned even more sour. "That location is off limits to outsiders. Begone or I shall turn my men upon you!"
Sensing escalation, Miraak stepped forward and spoke calmly "Who here escaped Cidnah Mine?" Several of the faces turned but said nothing; he continued. "We were integral to the success of that plan. Madenach has recognized this. Does that mean nothing?"
The Briarheart's expression didn't change but a hushed murmuring crept through the small group at the mention of the King in Rags. Miraak kept his expression neutral but the change in attitude was evident.
"We are only requesting passage. We do not intend to stay or use resources." Aleaksi pressed.
A smaller member of the group whispered something to the Briarheart who responded with a short nod.
"Very well. I will allow this, but you will be watched. If we deem you a threat, actions will be taken to correct this mistake."
The group parted allowing the four of them to walk past. The expression the of the Reachmen varied from curiosity to outright hostility but no one made a move. The rest of the camp watched them intently as they were led down the main path. It was a short climb to the entrance of the strange cave but the view from opening was magnificent. Upon entrance, they were taken down several more paths before finally crossing a wooden bridge. Before them stood three pillars with strange symbols; they were similar to the rotating animal totems they had encountered in barrows, but the symbols were new.
Esbern knelt in-front of the middle and wiped away ancient cobwebs.
"This is Akavri" he muttered to himself producing a journal with notes "if I'm not mistaken, this is the symbol for Dragonborn. Aligning the symbols should allow passage."
The four of them quickly got to work cleaning the pillars and spinning them to the correct symbol; a sudden groan and thud shook the ground as a heavy stone bridge fell into place. They crossed it quickly unsure how long the structure would hold.
The next room contained a floor covered in pressure plates. The symbols varied but a pattern was obvious; follow the path of the Dragonborn. Miraak stepped gingerly forward as each plate sank into place. At the end, a short chain was pulled allowing safe passage for the others.
"For the amount of dramatic fanfare, I feel as if this should have been more of a challenge." He muttered to Aleaksi.
She shrugged in response "maybe they didn't know how intelligent the next Dragonborn would be? For all they knew, it could be some lumbering oaf."
"Or they thought they were being clever by their own standards."
"Point taken."
Another bridge was crossed quickly as rock and rubble crumbled from underneath it. The splash echo of a long drop below only increased apprehension. Another short winding path brought them to the entrance of the temple. Before them a large bald figure with sightless eyes overlooked a dry dais surrounded by rings.
"It is the blood seal of Reman Cyrodiil. Only a true Dragonborn may open the entrance to allow passage." He muttered.
"I'd say it's a little strange having an entire temple dedicated to someone but…" she glanced at Miraak from the corner of her eye "I've seen worse."
He snorted. "Mine's bigger."
"Of course it is darling. Now go cut yourself so Delphine can have a nice big slice of humble pie."
Miraak walked forward, removed his gloves and pulled out a dagger. With a quick slash and a wince, red droplets spattered quietly in the middle of the stone circle. A pregnant silence filled the room as he stepped back; the moment of judgement was here. Another agonizing second passed before a deep rumble shook the floor. Ancient mechanisms slid into place as the large bust pulled back from the wall reveling the entrance to the temple.
With an unbearably smug look, Miraak wrapped his hand, replaced his gloves and stepped forward. Delphines expression was priceless.
"You're welcome."
"Fine. I'm not afraid to admit I was wrong. You're both Dragonborn. There. I said it. Now if we're done here, let's go inside."
Large intricately carved walls lined the long hallway that lead to an expansive room. Brazers were lit one by one illuminating centuries old brick and mortar as a massive structure materialized before them. Despite the layers of dust and grim, the images reflected clearly. Alduin's Wall had come back to life; Esbern approached slowly in an awe struck daze. The torch in his hand trembled as he ran a hand over the relief.
"This is simply amazing! Look here is Alduin! This panel goes back to the beginning of time when he ruled over Skyrim with the Dragon Cult."
"That wasn't the beginning of time." Miraak muttered but Aleaksi shushed him.
"Here the humans rebelled against their dragon overlords in the legendary Dragon War! And at the center it shows Alduin's defeat. You see, here he is falling from the sky and the Nord tongues – masters of the voice – are arrayed against him."
"So does it show what they used to defeat him?" Delphine joined him with her own torch.
"Patience now. The akavari were not a straightforward people. Everything is couched in allegory and mythic symbol."
"So the answer is no." She supplied. Esbern waved her off.
He traced a finger along the wall. "Here it is coming from the mouths of the Nords. It is a shout but…it is not listed which one. For all we know it could be something specific to Alduin."
Delphine turned to Aleaksi as Esbern studied the wall. "Have you ever heard of such a thing? A shout that can knock a dragon out of the sky?"
Aleaksi shook Her head. "There's Bend Will but that doesn't knock them down…just controls them."
"Controls them? As in…?"
"As in they have to do what is commanded of them."
"And where did you get this?!"
"Let's not get into that right now."
She turned to Mirrak who appeared lost in thought. "Any of this familiar?"
"It is painfully so. I remember Hakon approaching me with this moronic idea that involved a shout. They were strong but they needed a Dragonborn to be the brunt of the force. I turned them down because I was so sure of my own plans." He said softly. "It was the beginning of the end. They left and my temple was razed. An unfortunate turn of events."
"Do you remember what the shout was called?"
"No. It had not been created at that point, only discussed. I'm impressed they were able to do such a thing. Hakon and Gormlaith weren't known for their intelligence but…no, it was most likely created by Felldir."
"I guess we'll have to visit the Graybeards. They may know something about this."
"I was hoping to avoid having to involve them in this but seems we have no choice." Delphine lamented.
"Yeah I don't want to make that climb either but I'm going to assume your reasons are different from that. So, what do you have against them?" Aleaksi asked.
"If they had their way you'd do nothing but sit up on their mountain with them and talk to the sky or whatever it is they do." She grumbled. "The graybeards are so afraid of power they won't use it. Think about it; have they tried to stop the civil war or do anything about Alduin? No, and they're afraid of you and your power."
"That's a little harsh and I highly doubt they're afraid of me. Not to mention the civil war isn't really their issue to get involved in. If they take a side they run the risk of causing a massive shitstorm."
Delphine waved her off. "Think of Tiber Septim. Do you think he would have founded the empire if he listened to the Graybeards?"
"That's not really a good example. Not everyone was a fan of his expansion. His entire mentality was 'join us or die'. That sounds more like an abuse of power than anything else and I'm saying that as an Imperial citizen. Power can be dangerous."
"Only if you don't know how to use it. All great hero's have had to learn. And those that shrank from their destiny, well you've never heard of them have you?"
Miraak snorted but she continued.
"There are the villains – those who abuse their power but that means there's always a choice and always a risk. But if you live In fear of what might go wrong, you'll end up doing nothing like the graybeards up on their mountain."
"And sometimes there is no right and wrong. Either way, I'll go see what Arngire can tell us. Hopefully it's a short trip."
"Good thing they've already let you into their little cult. Not likely they'd help Esbern and me if we came calling."
Aleaksi frowned. "You've just spent the last few minutes insulting them and now you're complaining they won't help you. Can't imagine why. We'll stay here for the night and leave at sunup. Hopefully there is a path that takes us away from the Foresworn. Their generosity only goes so far."
The next day, the courtyard was explored and a new path was found. It was decided Esbern and Delphine would stay behind and continue their work on the restoration of the temple. Aleaksi and Miraak departed shortly after sunrise.
Faulkreath manor was calling to them as it had been the better part of a week since they left for the college. They were truly exhausted both mentally and physically despite sleeping the entire night. The walk would be cathartic baring they weren't ambushed by forsworn, bandits or Stormcloaks.
"Do you think they'll say anything?" Aleaksi spoke breaking the silence.
"Who and about what?"
"The graybeards about you being well, you."
"We shall see. I can imagine their memory is selective. And that is assuming I wasn't wiped from their books as well."
"Do you think they're justified hating the graybeards? Delphine and Esbern I mean."
"No. But my opinion of both sides is not favorable. Even at their peak, the Blades were still brutish in their tactics and cultish in their approach toward civilian populations. It truly is irony that Delphine would think of the Graybeards that way considering the conscription that was enforced in the surrounding villages but I'm sure she would consider this a necessity."
"Sounds very similar to the Dragon Cult."
"Perhaps but that's religion for you. The Blades' approach to dragon warfare was just as ham fisted as that of today. No reasoning or negation. Unfortunately for them, they weren't killing anything without absorbing the soul, just delaying the inevitable."
"You sound almost remorseful."
"We both know that's not possible. You can hate your enemies and still have a degree of respect for them."
"And yet the Blades are still revered despite being gone. I guess no one remembers the conscriptions."
"That is because history is written by the victors. Delphine was partially right when she said you don't hear about those that remain idle. The problem is the you are only remembered for your deeds on the basis of conditional heroics."
"Er, what do you mean?"
"According to history, I'm labeled a traitor and a villain. The evil despot who used and abused his power but was ultimately struck down by that bastard Vahlok. The Skaal have been telling the same lie for generations. But when we look at my actions and compare them with others, the story falls apart. Vahlok was good because he remained loyal to the dragons. He was valiant and honorable because he continued their rule without question. But shortly after I was dispatched, Hakon, Gormlaith and Felldir began their own rebellion which set off the Dragon War. They are considered heroes because they used the power of the thu'um to fight dragons – the same thing I did but with Bend Will instead whatever they had. Based on that logic, what am I? Evil renegade or heroic vigilante?"
Aleaksi raised an eyebrow "I've gotten to know you very well. Are you sure you want me to answer that?"
"I looked forward to hearing your thoughts."
"Okay then. I would say given the barest facts – and nothing else – then yes, you should technically be considered on the hero side. But…" she sighed "I know better. Your actions are self serving and I don't think I'm incorrect in assuming you've always been that way. Did your plan involve you becoming ruler of whatever was here before?"
"Possibly." He crossed his arms.
"Then you don't get to cry foul and act like you were cheated. While you are correct that conditional heroics do exist, it doesn't apply to you. You weren't acting altruistically then, and you certainly don't now."
"What is your point Aleaksi?"
"Stop trying to manipulate the given information to paint yourself in a better light because you think you missed out on something. Sometimes in a situation, everyone sucks and there is no 'good' side. Your rebellion is a prime example of that – did you have any interest at all in freeing people from tyranny? Or were you just doing this to show how much power you had?"
"Your self-righteousness is nauseating." He snarled. "I manipulated nothing, and you know nothing of my motivations from then"
"Your lack of empathy toward basic needs and general disinterest in the plight of others speaks for itself." She snapped back. "And you didn't answer my question!"
"And why should I? You know the answer. Hearing it said out loud will only add to your sanctimonious ego."
"My ego?!" She screeched "oh that is just rich! You're insinuating that I'm the arrogant one while trying to claim that you're some sort of hero. What is wrong with you today?"
He ground his teeth, clench his fists then turned and walked away but Aleaksi jumped in front of him.
"No. Absolutely not. We are talking about this and you're not going to give me some nasty defensive response like you always do when things aren't going your way. What is wrong? You've been off since we came here."
His lip curled in a snarl and there was a glint in his eye.
"Fine. It should have been me. I was the first. I was the most powerful. They were just idiot tongues. But no, it fell apart and now I have nothing." His seethed. "I am a man out of time facing the fallout of my own decisions. You know nothing of this or how I feel so stop acting like you're going to fix me like the simpletons that inhabit this land."
His bitterness stung but she did not relent. He was sulking and had to be brought out of it.
"And yet you're the one who talks about being master of their own fate. What have you done to change any of your actions?"
He met her eyes with a hard stare but didn't answer.
"That's right. Not a godsdamn thing. You're angry that those you deem lesser took your glory, but you haven't even tried to rectify that, have you? Two days ago, you burned down half of Windhelm without shame!"
"Not that you attempted to stop any of it." He scoffed.
Her eye twitched. "Don't you dare act like I condoned your actions!"
"Inaction can be construed as acquiescence. In other words, you let them burn. What's the matter my dear? You've been off lately." He mocked.
She screeched in frustration, threw her hands in the air and stomped off but was brought up short as he grabbed her arm.
"Oh no you don't - if I don't get peace, you don't either. This codependent nightmare is going to be shared by both of us!" He snarled as he yanked her back.
Aleaksi swung around, ready to strike but Miraak caught her wrist. She wrestled it away and shoved him.
"You wanted my opinion and I gave it and now you've picked a fight over it. I won't apologize for not playing into your self-pity tantrum!" She yelled. "Now should I have done something to stop you? Yes, but god knows your delicate fucking ego wouldn't be able to handle smallest bit of criticism in a public space! Now if you'll excuse me, I'm leaving!"
"And just where are you going?" He demanded.
"Wherever the fuck I want. Come find me when you get your head out of your ass!" She yelled over her shoulder and stomped off. He watched her leave but made no attempt to stop her again.
Perhaps a day or two apart was best.