Cearbhail:
Sorry I was gone for a while. I was on exodus from writing. Needed some time off to play a new game for me... Dragon Age Inquisition. I know... it's been out forever, how could I NOT play it by now? Well... interest. I had none for it. But my friends talked me into it... and I love it... and might do a fanfiction for it. Already have the first chapter written out in my head in fact. Could have a new story posted in a few day's time probably. Will I? Maybe. Should I? Probably not. Will I? Yeah... maybe. I'm not sure. It would take a lot of convincing to tell me if it would be worth writing.
Anyway, enjoy this chapter. I'm going to try to brush through Chronicles of Veselle. There are perhaps 10 or so chapters left. I know... it's coming pretty fast. I guess it depends on the filler chapters and whatnot. The actual campaign for Dragonborn is really quick. Go here, do this... and then... wow... you're at the final destination. Good for you!
=^^= Enjoy...
Battlemage's Log: 4e207, 14th Eveningstar
After finding our way to Miraak's temple, we encountered a local resident of the Skaal village to the north. Her name was Frea, and she found herself at Miraak's temple to save her friends from becoming Miraak's servants. After finding out that Frea and the Dragonborn High-King knew each other, Frea joined us on our quest to find Miraak and end his influence on the island. After getting ambushed by the welcoming cultists, we discovered that the cultists were reavers and farmers abducted from their homes and forced to drink a vile oil-based poison that allowed Miraak's influence to take over their minds. We learned of this by one captured teenager farmer boy: Rynamel Dres. He was one of the abducted children, brought to the tower to be forced to becoming one of the cultists. His meager knowledge of Teleportation allowed him to keep his sanity, and his quick wits allowed him to fool his captors into believing he was one of them. Since the cultists seem to rely on a hive mind linked to Miraak… one would think that this could not have been possible to accomplish. But… everything's weird anyway.
As soon as we made our way into the temple, Rynamel started leading us through the temple, explaining what he knew of Miraak from short conversations between prisoners and cultists. He was quick to keep his mouth shut around other cultists in case they learned that he knew nothing of Miraak or his plan, but quickly learned that the plan was to somehow use the ancient spiritual stones surrounding Solstheim as a focusing beacon of Daedric power, strong enough to allow one door to Oblivion shatter into our plane from whence Miraak would travel through from his eternal resting place.
All the while through the temple, we've encountered many cultists and draugr. I've barely had to do anything of my own. With Master Neloth (master wizard), Frea (master sword swinger), and the Dragonborn High-King (master annoying) taking the lead through the temple, I've had nothing to do really except talk to Rynamel. He's pretty. No, I mean… interesting. He's pretty interesting. Oh gods… why am I writing this down in my mission log? Ugh…
Master Neloth, please ignore this.
Battlemage Mirri Severin.
…
I quickly slammed my mission log book, furious at myself for even writing it. If I had the chance, I would reach in, grab the whole page, rip it out, crumble it up, and then set it on fire. If I were more like Veselle, I probably would have blown up the whole temple just then by embarrassing myself.
The High King was looking back at me, almost smirking as he watched me slam my log book shut. He didn't even say a word, nodding a small understanding to me as he turned to lead us through the temple. So far we'd come a long way down. We had fought a lot of draugr to get here. Frea was getting pretty antsy, surer and surer that we were getting close to the end; she could feel the evil intensifying. I couldn't feel anything. But then again, I'm wearing Daedric protection: a chainmail given to me from Boethiah. I was probably shielded by any other Daedric influence.
"We're getting close; I can feel it." Frea said as she started leading us further down the ruin.
The High King almost chuckled as he followed behind her. "I remember you saying that more than once during our last meeting."
"You managed to get there, didn't you?" She stated back, whimsically glancing back at him.
I glanced up at Master Neloth, who walked beside the High King in silence. He had not said much of anything since we got inside the ruin. He seemed to be silently observing the ruin we walked through. Occasionally I would hear him say something to himself, muttering something about the ruin, the state of the draugr we encountered. I'm sure the humans couldn't hear what we were saying with their round ears, but elven ears are more precise and can pick up sounds humans can't hear. It's why the elves were the first ones to learn how to talk to the Khajiits and Argonians. We could hear the slight raises in their growls that formed their language. We were the ones to teach the beasts how to speak Common after all. At least… that's what Dad taught me. I have no idea if it was true or not. I guess a lot of what he taught me would have to be placed on a truth scale eventually. He raised me on lies… he raised me on a lot of truth possibly too. I have to rethink everything he taught me and evaluate it for myself. Whenever I have time when I get back.
"Here we are… right behind this door." Frea said with a growing smile. "I'm almost certain of it."
High King laughed. "Uh-huh… sure. This is the magical doorway."
Frea shook her head whimsically as she pushed it open. "And in we go."
He waved her through. "No please… you first."
She rolled her eyes and proceeded through. The High King followed through. That left just the three of us standing there outside the doorway. When I noticed Master Neloth wasn't going through the doorway, I looked over to him. "Sir?"
He glanced at me, looking me over a few seconds before sighing. "Is it not bothering you?"
I shrugged. "What, sir?"
He glanced at my armor, finally nodding. "I suppose it wouldn't. The sensation that's been enveloping the island the past week or so… it's getting denser the further we go into the temple. Every step down is weighing on me… and it is a constant battle to keep my thoughts my own. Temptation of knowledge… of power… all within my hand's grasp. All I would have to do is kill the High King… and I could have all the knowledge I ever wanted. But… I know this is a lie; I know this is a bait. Nor should I want knowledge in exchange for a life. But… in my youth, in my younger years, I know I would have sacrificed any among me to obtain such knowledge. Perhaps I could learn to bring back what I gave… but the allure was always just too high a price for me to obtain… as it should be." He glanced to the doorway, narrowing his eyes. "Through this door… the dense energy is the thickest I've felt yet. It's a threshold… I know this. Upon walking into it, I know I could lose all sense of who I am. I want you, young apprentice, to watch me. If I do anything out of character, I want you to thrust your naginata into my back. Make it quick; do not hesitate." He looked back at me. "Understand?"
He was asking me to kill him? I couldn't believe this was actually being asked of me. I had been raised as an assassin; trained for every instance of this very moment. My father actually raised me learning how to kill this very man in case he ever tried to defend the rulers of House Redoran. I knew how to disable his defenses with a wave of my hand… at least I thought I did. Seeing him practice his magick, I know that I could never hold a candle to him; not yet anyway. If he was giving me permission to kill him… that meant he was already defenseless. He was leaving himself open for me to end him in case he was overcome by the malevolent presence.
I found myself nodding. "Yes, sir. Understood." My voice came out small and broken. I knew Master Neloth knew how hard it would be for me to accept orders like that. I was no longer an assassin; no longer Morag Tong. He had to understand what it was he was asking of me. But… I would do it if he asked. I would kill him if he asked. He was my new Master, but… I shouldn't kill for him unless to save the lives of others. And… if he was overcome with malicious intent… I suppose he would become the very threat I would need to erase. That was it then. My decision was made up. I hardened myself as I looked back up at him. "Understood, sir. I will efficiently dispatch you."
He nodded back to me, his eyes showing a slight understanding. "You are learning well, apprentice. Do no fail me." He followed behind the High King and Frea.
It was then that I found myself looking at the cultist boy standing right behind me. He looked lost and confused, but a little scared at looking at me. "You would do that?" He asked me as he looked from me to Master Neloth. "You would kill him?"
I nodded. "He asked me to. If it meant protecting the only person in the world that can stop Miraak from doing whatever it is he wants to do, I would kill him as asked." I turned to follow behind Master Neloth through the door. "Master Neloth understands this and has made it is his decision to die, then so be it. I will grant his request and not allow him to become a puppet of a Daedric upstart."
I walked into the room seeing the High King and Frea standing near a rotting corpse of an old woman wearing a wedding wreath in her hair. She looked draugr. It seemed she was waiting for the rest of us to enter.
I looked from the rotting bride to my master. "Sir, what's going on?"
He shrugged, shaking his head. "I… I do not fully understand. The High King referred to is as a reference but… these are rarely my realm of reality. I say we let him deal with it."
The High King nodded, looking back at us. "Oh yeah… I got this." He cleared his throat as he approached the rotting corpse of a bride. He bowed before the woman. "I see that you are expecting me."
She looked down at him hopefully. "I am the Gatekeeper. Are you the Key Master?"
The High King paused as he looked up at her. "You know it."
She smiled as she turned to walk to the massive door standing right behind her, gesturing to it as she came to stop right beside it. "Then please… enter your key and unlock my door. I must warn you, if your key is not the right size, it will break upon entry."
The High King paused as he looked around. "Anyone have a key?" He looked back at us.
I shrugged. We hadn't come across anything of the sort since we entered the facility. And as we stood there, each of us confused as to what to do next, it was the cultist teenager, Rynamel, that had a solution. He raised his hand, showing us an old key, roughly six inches long. "I think this is the old key she's looking for?"
The High King smiled as he reached for the key. "Huh… smaller than the one I carry." He shrugged as he turned to the door. "So… it's not like this is my first lock or anything, but is there some kind of trap waiting for me?" He looked at the Gatekeeper.
She smiled, leaning against the door. "Surely the Key Master would know."
The High King sighed as he plunged the key into the door. "Just call me Sora. And this door is Yuffie… I mean Riku… no, Kairi. Maybe Cloud? Whatever." With a click the door snapped open, and the Gatekeeper was groaning with the joy of release.
"Finally, I may rest." She said as her weary body started falling to pieces onto the ground. Wow… so many different innuendoes today. I'm so ready to go home and sleep. I'm just done with this.
The High King looked back at us, pulling the key out of the lock. As he tried to pull it out, the key snapped in half. He looked at the stump of a key, shrugging. "Oh well, I guess that's to be expected." He tossed it aside as he walked into the room. "Ok… so…" He paused as he looked back at us. "I found the source of all our problems."
Frea chuckled as she walked up. "You finally found the mystery locked behind the Gatekeeper's quarters?" She couldn't stop laughing as she walked up. "What is it…" She poked her head in. "A book?"
"A book?" Master Neloth said as he rushed into the room. "Of course… a Black Book."
"Figures…" The High King said. "I do all this work and my reward is a book."
"Well, at least you made a ruin climax." Frea said as she walked into the room.
The High King nodded. "Yeah… I'm pretty good at clearing dungeons if I do say so myself." He wiped his fingernails on his chest plate. He looked back at the book. "So… what's this book and what does it have to do with Miraak?"
Master Neloth started telling the High King about the recent events, all of which started with Veselle moving to Solstheim. Half of the stuff I already knew; I'm a pretty good intelligence gatherer, but even I did not know about the Black Books. I knew enough to know that we had one inside the main tower, and that Master Neloth spends a lot of time in that room trying to figure out what the book is without having to open it.
Master began explaining the Black Book Veselle found in some old Nordic ruin and how it led to her being transported to Hermeaus Mora's realm, and how most of this stuff started happening around the island. Every little thing, he managed to link back to Hermeaus Mora and the Black Book we had in the tower.
High King nodded. "Ok, I think I get it. This Book is a creation of a Daedric god then. And that would mean that Hermeaus Mora at one point gave this book to Miraak."
"Or he obtained it through other means. I surely did not deal with Hermeaus Mora to obtain the book in my tower." He paused. "There is however another such book in a Dwemer fortress to the eastern coast of the island. If what Boethiah said to us was true, that Hermeaus Mora had intended for the Dwemer to rule the world, giving them a Black Book would be a way to transport forbidden knowledge to them, a peace offering I would wager. Interesting."
"Or… a ruse." Frea suggested. "God of Fate and Knowledge, not loyalty and truth. The Dwemer vanished, and that book… might have been a reason for their disappearance."
Master Neloth sighed. "Whatever the case might be… the book sitting before us right now belonged to Miraak. If we're to find out what's causing this blight in our island… this book might give us some indication."
The High King smirked. "Blight? Before you know it, you'll be calling me Inquisitor and I'll be starting up a new guild to fight Miraak and his blighted dragon servant." He looked over to the black book. "But, I feel you are correct. The dramatic tension is building around this book… this blight, as you called it, is pouring through the cover. I'm going to have to do the one thing I never thought I'd do… read a book." He looked at us. "I might not make it. If I don't make it back… don't tell Lydia what really happened. Tell her I died in the hands of six women or something…. Just… not dying from reading a book. She'll never let me live it down."
Master Neloth nodded. "Of course, High King. You have my word."
The High King took a deep breath, rolling his shoulders and neck, swinging his arms around a few times, stretching his legs, before even attempting to get near the black book. With a heavy groan he lifted the cursed book from its altar. "Gods, it's heavy. Like… three pounds or something." He lifted the book up, cringing as he slowly began opening it up. As soon as he did so, tentacles started shooting out of the pages, causing the High King to scream, "I knew it! Literature is going to rape me!" The tentacles wrapped all around him, one shooting right down his throat, and he stopped moving. His body started fading away, and he stayed like that.
And he stayed like that.
…
And he stayed like that.
After an hour of just standing there and watching, I was getting pretty bored. Master Neloth and Frea had long begun ignoring the half-faded High King and were playing a game of chess. And I was left with Rynamel. We found a nice wall to sit down against. Might as well, it's not like we're going anywhere anytime soon.
"So…" He started to say as he walked over to me, sitting down next to me. "Sorry about earlier… you know…" He stuck his hands out, squeezing them slightly.
I tried my best to try to figure out what that was supposed to mean, but as I sat there, seeing his face turn a bright magenta, I didn't really have to try hard to reason it out. He obviously was talking about when he ate that orange earlier when we found the kitchen. He squirted me in the eye with the fruit by accident, causing me no end of pain as I tried to wash my eye out with what I thought was water… which ended up being a rare brand of clear sujamma. I lost vision in my left eye for a few minutes until I could properly heal it.
I was still pretty sore about the whole thing, but I couldn't blame him for it, so I waved it off. "Yeah, no problem. It's not like you could help it. I blame the juices. And the sujamma."
He nodded slightly, but he looked so confused that I almost thought he didn't feel the same. "I blame the ice."
Oh that's right, I tried to use ice to stop the swelling in my eye. "No… the ice helped. It really did. Got rid of all that swelling; I really needed it."
"Yeah…" He rubbed the back of his head. "So…" He looked over to the High King. "How long do you think he'll be like that?"
I glanced over to the High King. He'd been like that for so long that I really didn't know if he was ever coming out of it. "No idea."
He sighed, leaning on his arms on his knees. "So, since we never really got to have an introduction… a proper one anyway, I thought we could get to know each other. My name is Rynamel Dres…" He shook his head. "You already knew that though. Um… I…" He shrugged. "I really don't have much to say, actually. Huh…" He looked down. "My favorite color is green… my favorite fruit is oranges… obviously… and, well… I kind of taught myself how to do magicka. I mean… I knew that my parents were related to some Telvanni mages or something like that and… then the whole purge of my family's town happened when I was a child or something. I was too young to remember. I was like four or something and… this band of Argonian raiders or something rushed our village. I know we ran as fast as we could… I remember Mom doing something with her hand… some sort of spell. The Argonians went crazy, started killing each other. But, more started popping out nowhere, killing our friends all around us. We ran… we ended up here…"
He sounded a lot like Talvas. He had a similar history with Argonians. I wonder… was it the same village? And if his parents were mages, like he was… and like Talvas and his family was… did the Argonians target a Telvanni village, one of the few left? I couldn't know. "How old are you?"
He looked up at me. "I'm 15, but… my birthday is in two days. On the 16th."
"Well… happy soon birthday then." He was just a little older than me then. "I bet you're glad we showed up then. Imagine having your birthday with these lunatics. Probably would have spent it having a tentacle book shoved down your throat." I gestured to the High King's form still choking down on the information forced upon him.
Rynamel nodded. "Yeah… not looking forward to having to read anything like that now."
I shook my head. "One tome I'll leave alone."
"You'll both never read such information; I forbid it." Master Neloth said, not even looking away from his chess game. "By the way, Rynamel, knowing the village and the destruction you've witnessed, I know your parents. You grew up in Tel Syndra, a small Telvanni village. It was what was left of the Telvanni family after the Purge of Shadows. I wasn't there personally, but I heard that a small group of Shadows fell upon the town. Elite Dominion agents of stealth and assassination. They feared what remained of Telvanni's strength and influence in Morrowind. They wanted us silenced, and they nearly succeeded. You're all that's left of your family's legacy… one I would not squander. As the Arch Magister of House Telvanni, I recognize you as heir to your Dres family… one of the only branches to actually be more related to the Telvanni than your slave-peddling cousins."
Rynamel glanced down for a second. "Wow… I think I hate Argonians."
Master Neloth scoffed. "You and Talvas both. Between the two of you, I'd think we're going to have some elite Shadow hunters. I can train you if you want vengeance. That's what I offered Talvas… and he accepted. Kill the Argonians… and to kill the witch."
I sat there, looking at Rynamel as he thought about it. He sat there silently weighing in his mind what he thought he knew, and what he thought he wanted. It wasn't hard to guess his line of thinking. I knew all too well what being trained to kill was like… and I knew what it would do to him if he wanted to do it. I had to talk him out of it… it would only lead someplace bad.
"Don't." I said. "Don't train to be a killer. It's not fun."
He looked over at me, his ears perking. "And what's that mean?"
I didn't want to say anything, but as he gazed at me, his eyes searching for answers… I felt compelled to tell him. Why not? He's probably going to be living with us, and he's going to find out eventually. Might as well get it in the open. "I am… Morag… Tong." The words were like heavy tar trying to force its way out of my throat. I could barely bring myself to say it, let alone call myself it.
Rynamel's eyebrows shot up immediately. "You are?" He looked down at my Daedric armor as well as the naginata sitting right next to me. "Wow… you are."
I shook my head. "It's not like that." I could feel his eyes baring into me. I had to make them not burn so bad. "The armor was a gift from Boethiah… and the naginata is my friend's. She's in trouble and I'm using it until she gets better. But… I guess that's not really about me. My father was training me… to kill the Second Councilor… and… maybe anyone else that got in his way. But, Veselle, my friend, found out and told Master Neloth. My father gathered his army and before we knew it… we were at war with Raven Rock… I was in this room with Dad… and when Veselle showed up to make him surrender or kill him… he ordered me to kill Veselle. I wouldn't… and he stabbed me. He tried to kill me."
I couldn't continue. I couldn't let myself think about this anymore. I hated thinking about it. I hated that I'm always reminded of my past… and each time I think about it, it only gets worse. I started wrapping my arms around my knees, hugging them close to me. You'd think that it would be hard with this armor, but it's Daedric armor… it's pretty good at stretching with my body.
Rynamel looked off into nothing. He sat like that, and me like me… and then he finally sighed, leaning back against the wall. "I lost my family… and looks like you lost yours."
"Wrong." I replied. I nodded to Master Neloth. "He's my family. Veselle, my best friend, is my family. I have a new father, Teldryn, and a new life. I'm a battlemage for House Telvanni… and that makes me feel happy."
Master Neloth groaned, rubbing the bridge to his nose. "Such sentimental crap is going to drive me crazy one day." He glanced over at me. "Stop being sentimental Mirri and go back to being studious impassive Mirri. I order it!"
Frea chuckled, placing her tower piece on the other side of the board. "Check."
"In your dreams." Master Neloth stated, moving his king. "Checkmate."
Frea looked down at the board, clearly frustrated. "You can't checkmate with a king!"
He shrugged. "Prove me wrong." He gestured to the board, pointing at a small Calvary horse. "See this? You take my King… I take yours. You can't win."
"Yeah but… neither can you!"
"And sometimes… to win the war, we must make the ultimate sacrifice. I may be the king… but I know that in order to succeed, I need to bring the other king down. If I die in the process, you still lose. You taking me will allow my Calvary to take your king in exchange. We both die and still… my army lives on, and the king of the other army does not. Your army has been whittled away to the point where I know my remaining forces will be able to succeed without me. Chess is more than just a game, it's a philosophy. A king does not make a nation great… a nation can replace a king or queen; it has only need the opportunity. And in my case.. my kingdom will prevail in the aftermath. I have assured as much. You squandered all your soldiers and your Calvary. I still have most of mine." Master Neloth knocked both kings over. "Stalemate. I still win."
Frea cursed to herself, running her hands frustratingly through her hair. "Ugh… your rules suck!"
Master Neloth smirked, crossing his arms. "House Redoran rules, my dear. That should tell you all you need to know about the Redoran. They will do whatever it takes to win… a sentiment I've come to endorse over the years. Sure, it's foolhardy and reckless, but the Redoran are not ones for retreat. And they've seen us through a lot of bad times. House Telvanni would have been there to help, but with the purge of House Telvanni ruining what power we had… we did not have resources great enough to help secure our places as a top family anymore. We're on our way though, and I've secured a meeting with Blacklight Council later this year… but until then… I suppose playing Redoran chess will suffice. Only when we have our place back can I begin creating Telvanni chess… entirely new pieces and movements. It will be the talk of the tower."
There was a sudden gasp as the High King suddenly jerked, throwing the book out of his hands. The tentacles wrapping around him were suddenly loosened, flying back inside the book, which snapped shut. The High King jerked back, falling onto the floor, gasping for air. "I'm never doing that again!"
We all stood up and rushed to his side. He looked shaken as hell as he looked around. "You'll never believe this but… I was in another dimension!"
Mater Neloth shrugged. "I find it heavily plausible. You were half-consumed by Hermeaus Mora's essence. However the case… what did you see?"
The High King sat himself up, tapping his chin and looking up at the ceiling as he started recounting his adventure. "Well… I remember Mora's presence shoving itself down my throat and then… I was suddenly in this dark and dreary place. Pages of ancient tomes flitted around me in small dust tornados; the sky one giant oil painting with random eyeballs forming in the oily clouds; and a thick lake of tar with tentacles snapping at any passerby. But… once I arrived in this place, there was this gloomy figure discussing his plans with some floating, heavy-breathing squid-faces."
Master Neloth sighed. "Seekers."
High King nodded. "Yeah, those. And when I popped up, the figure turns around… zaps me with some really weak Sparks spell which for whatever reason sent me to my knees… even though I've literally faced and killed a god that threw falling meteorites at me like chefs throw old bread at tables. And as I was on my knees, trying my best to stand up and fight this new figure, he looked down at me, asking me who I was and how I could dare to set foot in his realm. And then he said I was Dragonborn… that he knew my scent. And I smelled him… and it smelled like me."
The High King shook his head. "He started congratulating me on killing Alduin while casually stating that he could have done with without his wife's protection. And he called me fat. And then he started talking about how I had no idea what it meant to be a 'true' Dragonborn… really just saying anything to piss me off. And there I was… barely able to stand up or say anything to him. It was really pathetic… like really pathetic of me. And then he used this Shout I kind of already know… and then began to shove his ethereal finger in my face. He said I have no power in his realm and soon he would be in Solstheim and I'd still have no power… it was weird. He confessed to controlling everyone's minds… even though I know you guys aren't affected… so… liar much."
Master Neloth exhaled silently. "So, that much is true. He is the primary threat. That doesn't help us defeat him though. And from what it sounds like, you have limited power in that realm."
The High King nodded. "I think so too. I'm not that weak. Sure… the plot demanded me silently, helplessly watch as that obvious villain pushed his agenda and his obvious villainess in my face to push me to find and kill him but… I just don't really feel all that pushed into it. I mean, sure, I'll continue to help you guys, but if it wasn't for the sake of everyone in the village… I think I'd just go home and wait for him to arrive." He shrugged. "Anyway, he said soon his temple would be complete and he'd be able to come here… and that I could await his arrival like the rest of the world. He left, and his Seeker friends started blasting me with green lightning. And I was just vaguely strong enough to watch him climb onto the back of a really weird blue dragon thingy and ride off towards a massive tower. A tower I suppose I'll have to climb someday to fight him."
Master Neloth nodded. "So, if that only took a few minutes… why were you gone for so long?"
The High King shrugged. "You know how long it took those Seekers to kill me? I got so bored I started writing a fanfiction about my adventures with Lydia. I called it Chronicles of Changes. It was funny. There's a scene where Lydia and M'aiq were tricking Ruby into putting on a dress and flirting with some boy from Whiterun. It was a good chapter. And then I wrote a new chapter for the Chronicles of the Inquisition. Fun story about an elven mage that's fighting against some dark evil force with some ragtag team of side characters from another story."
Frea nodded. "Sounds interesting."
The High King nodded back. "Yeah… I based Cassandra off of you. And you Neloth… Solas. And you…", he pointed at me. "Sera. You look like a Sera."
I crossed my arms. "I'm not. You must be thinking of Zera. And if anything, I'm a Vivienne."
The High King scoffed. "Oh please, you're not nearly enough of a bitch to be her. But… Leliana… I can see that."
Frea was quick to interrupt us. "Can we please get back on track? My village is in trouble, and we've gotten nowhere, and now… we have that." She pointed to the sealed book lying on the other side of the door. "Miraak said it pretty clearly… he's taking over Solstheim and we need to stop him. Come with me; I will take you to my village. My father will surely know something that can help us progress through this storyline."
The High King nodded. "Yeah, that will be great. I'm eager to meet this Miraak and see if he's as tough as he suggests. If so… he might be the greatest challenge I'll ever have."
Frea scoffed. "You obviously haven't met the Ebony Warrior."
"Blackwall?" The High King asked. "Or Iron Bull?"
Cearbhail:
So, Mirri is getting closer to Rynamel... and Asger has decided to play fanfiction writer. The character he mentioned is obviously the main character for the dragon age fanfiction i mentioned. Ellana Lavellan... a dalish mage. And I'm pretty serious about maybe writing a fan fiction for it. I would be more than glad to if it were not for the other six fanfictions I'm working on. Include New Assassin Den's Second arc in that mix while you're at it. Adding this other new story would severely slow down the other stories, but... if it's requested enough I'll jump on it right away. I kind of want it out of my head anyway.
