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Is She Always Like This?
By Rex Rodentium
After a few tries, Sakura Leigh, a young Imperial woman, had managed to cast a Strong Levitate spell. As quickly as she could, she ascended the pipe like structures that led to the top of the tower where Mistress Therana's quarters were.
"One would swear that they want to make deliveries harder for people. I can at least ask her a few questions about House Telvanni and this Nerevarine the Spymaster is so curious about."
Slowly, something that Mistress Therana's Mouth had said crept back to her, "I fear age has not been kind to her. She is a bit... eccentric."
"How eccentric can she truely be." she asked, as her feet touched solid ground. Within seconds, she could feel the spell wearing off. A smile spread of her face, "Looks like I survived. I'll make my way up the ranks of the Telvnani yet!"
The mushroom towers were a bit annoying to Sakura Leigh. It seemed to make things more difficult, considering her Alteration skills weren't the best, but she was working on it. Finally, she decided she would have to get use to it, considering if she did manage to rise in the ranks, her stronghold would be a mushroom tower as well. Just not as large or established as Mistress Therana's or Master Aryon's(which was the hardest to get to.)
Slowly, watching her step, Sakura Leigh made her way towards the large room that housed the elderly Telvanni councelor.
"Hello..." Sakura Leigh said slowly.
"Who is there?" Mistress Therana said quickly, looking in the opposite direction of the Imperial.
"I am over here, Mistress Therana." she said quickly.
"Yes, outlander. What can I do for you?"
"I am here to deliver your skirt."
"How do I know it is not cursed? Why don't you put it on?"
"I would rather not. I already am wearing a skirt of my own under my robe."
The old Dumner woman just stared at her. Sakura Leigh began to feel quite uncomfortable under the Councilors gaze. She looked over at the fire, which was slowly burning two books. This surprised her, seeing precious books tossed into the flames. Books were expensive and this woman was using them as kindling for a fire!
"What can Khajit do for you?" a slave asked, her tail moving a bit.
"Would you like to wear this skirt?"
"You want me to put on the skirt?"
"Yes."
The slave did as told, use to odd requests.
Suddenly, there was the yelling of Mistress Therana, "You n'wah!"
In a flash the Khajit was running to the other side of the room. The counselor was quickly casting spells at the slave where the skirt.
"I hope this works." the Imperial muttered, casting a Calm Humanoid spell on the crazed Dumner.
Mistress Therana stopped.
"Mistress Therana?"
"Tell them no thank you. I already have a fur skirt."
"But..." she stopped, "All right."
"I hope she did not cause you to much trouble." Felissa Ulessen said, looking at the slightly shaken Battle Mage.
"Unless you call a elderly woman yelling and trying to attack a slave that is wearing her skirt; nearly killing it; then saying, 'No thanks! I already have a fur skirt!', not much trouble, then yes!" Sakura Leigh nearly yelled.
The other Mouths looked at her with disapproval.
"As a reward, I will teach you spells of Mark and Recall, unless you already know them."
"No, I do not know them. I would like to learn them," she replied, calming down, "Just one question... Is she always like this?"
[So? Did you like it? I may do a follow up on the slave rebellion if you want me too!]
Is She Always Like This?
By Rex Rodentium
After a few tries, Sakura Leigh, a young Imperial woman, had managed to cast a Strong Levitate spell. As quickly as she could, she ascended the pipe like structures that led to the top of the tower where Mistress Therana's quarters were.
"One would swear that they want to make deliveries harder for people. I can at least ask her a few questions about House Telvanni and this Nerevarine the Spymaster is so curious about."
Slowly, something that Mistress Therana's Mouth had said crept back to her, "I fear age has not been kind to her. She is a bit... eccentric."
"How eccentric can she truely be." she asked, as her feet touched solid ground. Within seconds, she could feel the spell wearing off. A smile spread of her face, "Looks like I survived. I'll make my way up the ranks of the Telvnani yet!"
The mushroom towers were a bit annoying to Sakura Leigh. It seemed to make things more difficult, considering her Alteration skills weren't the best, but she was working on it. Finally, she decided she would have to get use to it, considering if she did manage to rise in the ranks, her stronghold would be a mushroom tower as well. Just not as large or established as Mistress Therana's or Master Aryon's(which was the hardest to get to.)
Slowly, watching her step, Sakura Leigh made her way towards the large room that housed the elderly Telvanni councelor.
"Hello..." Sakura Leigh said slowly.
"Who is there?" Mistress Therana said quickly, looking in the opposite direction of the Imperial.
"I am over here, Mistress Therana." she said quickly.
"Yes, outlander. What can I do for you?"
"I am here to deliver your skirt."
"How do I know it is not cursed? Why don't you put it on?"
"I would rather not. I already am wearing a skirt of my own under my robe."
The old Dumner woman just stared at her. Sakura Leigh began to feel quite uncomfortable under the Councilors gaze. She looked over at the fire, which was slowly burning two books. This surprised her, seeing precious books tossed into the flames. Books were expensive and this woman was using them as kindling for a fire!
"What can Khajit do for you?" a slave asked, her tail moving a bit.
"Would you like to wear this skirt?"
"You want me to put on the skirt?"
"Yes."
The slave did as told, use to odd requests.
Suddenly, there was the yelling of Mistress Therana, "You n'wah!"
In a flash the Khajit was running to the other side of the room. The counselor was quickly casting spells at the slave where the skirt.
"I hope this works." the Imperial muttered, casting a Calm Humanoid spell on the crazed Dumner.
Mistress Therana stopped.
"Mistress Therana?"
"Tell them no thank you. I already have a fur skirt."
"But..." she stopped, "All right."
"I hope she did not cause you to much trouble." Felissa Ulessen said, looking at the slightly shaken Battle Mage.
"Unless you call a elderly woman yelling and trying to attack a slave that is wearing her skirt; nearly killing it; then saying, 'No thanks! I already have a fur skirt!', not much trouble, then yes!" Sakura Leigh nearly yelled.
The other Mouths looked at her with disapproval.
"As a reward, I will teach you spells of Mark and Recall, unless you already know them."
"No, I do not know them. I would like to learn them," she replied, calming down, "Just one question... Is she always like this?"
[So? Did you like it? I may do a follow up on the slave rebellion if you want me too!]