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Daviri Draelen
Favorite Daughter of House Draelen
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Awaiting My Fate
Well, it finally happened last evening. I hit my breaking point; the straw that broke the guar’s back, so it is said. I finally had all what one mer could possibly be expected to take and went off the deep end.
This has building for some time now. I have been frustrated with my lack of being able to be a proper Ordinator. I am a joke, to say the least and both the Archon and High Ordinator are fully aware of it and have done nothing but let me wallow in my shame. What is not understood here is while I was “trained” in Mournhold and “passed” that training. It was more or less the connections of my father that helped secure me a spot in the Order. I spent most of my days in the libraries of the temple and city, bypassing my training. So in coming here and being placed as an Ordinator, well, I knew it would be trouble for me.
So here I am, pretending to know what I am doing and going through all of their physical training that I abhor. Last night the Ordinator leaders were no where to be found and I was left to the mercy of the Captain of the House Guard, Tredere. A new face was also on hand and thought themselves smart making little balls of light appear. I think they were afraid of the dark. This distraction made me miss the directions given to us by the Captain and in turn I had no idea what I was doing.
Things spun out of control quickly as the Captain started to openly insult what I was doing. What I was attempting to do was apparently not what I had been instructed to do. Soon, after now having to run too, I lost myself. To top it off, this lout blames me for the punishment and then is called over by this other Ordinator, (I believe his name is Don, he was never introduced to me nor has he seen it proper to introduce himself to me) calls this fool over and starts speaking warmly to him about being in Ordinator training. And there I stood. Looking like a fool because of him and a Captain that had no clue what was really happening with me.
I promptly left and returned to my room, after liberating three bottles of wine from the dining hall. I sat in a rage in my room and then hastily penned a note of my resignation to the Archcanon. He responded to me, telling me this was not acceptable and the only way out of the Order was by death. Seriously? Death? I blame this all on my father and spit on his grave. I never wanted this! I wanted to be a diplomat like my mother! Why wouldn’t he listen to me? And now here I sit a foreigner in this manor likely facing death for expressing that I no longer wished to parade around as something I was not.
I ponder this now. Is death a better option than what I had? Death ends my suffering. If I was to stay an Ordinator I had no future. I was given no tasks to accomplish, no path to promotion to strive for, no sense of purpose in this house other than to stand around like a piece of furniture that everyone avoids while on guard duty. This is no position for a lady. I should be mingling, attending meetings and balls, representing the house on its interests. Instead I am given meaningless tasks and forced to do training at which I am ridiculed.
To compound matters, just a few days past I thought I had finally found love in my life. Trevan and I had grown close and we went together to the Archcanon and High Ordinator to receive their blessing on our relationship. A day later we are speaking when Trevan simple states out of the blue, “I am not feeling that this relationship will work. Perhaps we should just be friends.” I was crushed.
I now am alone in a place where I serve no purpose. Yes, death will likely be a welcomed solution.
The Archcanon wishes to meet with me. Apparently the Archon will be there too. I received a lovely letter to encourage me from him also. “My disappointment in you knows no bounds,” is all he had to say. Perhaps if he had taken some interest in me and trained me up properly I would not be in this spot, but that did not happen. I wonder if I will even recognize him when we meet as I only saw him once and he insulted me then too telling me he needed to check my past. I tell you, even the Outlanders are treated better here than a noble lady of House Hlaalu.
I shall await my fate. Likely this will be my last entry as I would suppose my head will become a trophy for the executioner by week’s end.
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Ceremony Night
Last night was a night scheduled for a ceremony to promote several of the guild members. While that may have been the highlight of the night, the real action for me took place prior to the ceremony.
I was standing by the manor doors when Novice Gyae strolls up to me. She was looking quite lovely in her flowing gown. No doubt she was all dressed in her finery for the evening event. It was good to be able to spend some time visiting with her. I find her company quite enjoyable. At times she seems a bit, ahh well, flighty. But I am quite aware that she is a smart and caring mer, she just seems to perhaps not have had all the social experiences that others have.
This evening she seemed to be bent on getting the both of us in some trouble. It starts when Lord Tavari and his entourage enter the grounds of the estate. Gyae was all in a fuss as she was aware that this group had made a visit to and abbey and she was eager to see how things had gone with discussions. She urged me to come with her to get closer and, more or less, eaves drop on the conversation taking place.
Well, against my better judgement, I went with her. As we got as close as we felt safe, the conversation was just about at its conclusion. I was not able to hear what was taking place and made a comment stating such to Gyae. Unfortunately, Ordinator Aeren’s knife ears were able to hear what I said. I felt my heart sink as I saw him approach.
Upon reaching the two of us, Aeren tells me I either should fix my helmet or perhaps I have a hearing problem. I very much wanted to tell him how rude he was to suggest that part of me was flawed in some manner, but held my tongue as I figured Gyae and I were already likely in enough trouble.
My next mistake was to allow Gyae to speak. She let the reason for our being where we were was to listen in on the conversation. I thought Aeren would surely lose his temper hearing this disclosure, but surprisingly enough he merely told us that if we desired to know what was being spoken about, we only need ask for a report. He then was kind enough to offer the report, albeit a bit devoid of specifics and hard facts.
Gyae spoke again. She started speaking about bondage. Thank the Three I was wearing my helm. My eyes had to be like saucers and my mouth hung open. I am not sure what Aeren was thinking at the moment, but I would suspect much the same as I was. What I perhaps like most of Gyae is her seemingly pure innocence. She started speaking about how that foul khajiit Da’Shar spoke of bondage in one of his lectures. I tried to get Gyae off the topic (although I would be delighted to speak to her about it in private) and started to compliment Aeren on the tip top shape of his armor.
After this moment passed, it seemed as if all gathered were moving into the manor to assemble in the throne room for the ceremony. I went to change out of my armor and into one of my gowns. Upon arriving at the ceremony, I was called to the front with several others and found myself being honored with a promotion to Oathman. I was both surprised and honored by this. Perhaps I am starting to fit in with the rest of House Tavari? Perhaps.
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Wanted Poster
Wanted
Hideous half-orc beast which calls itself “Magniis”
This foul creature abducted the honorable Lord Falsryth Draelen, lord of lesser House Draelen of Greater House Hlaalu. The whereabouts of the creature and Lord Draelen are unknown. They were last seen by Lord Draelen’s favorite daughter, Lady Daviri Draelen, at the Draelen manor in the region of the Valus Mountains, eastern-facing side.
It is believed the beast is armed and dangerous. It can be recognized by its foul body odor and lack of intelligible speech. If spotted, the creature should be considered dangerous and a menace to society in general. Please feel free to use excessive force while bringing the creature in.
Any word on the beast or Lord Draelen should be brought to his daughter Lady Daviri Draelen, Ordinator of House Tavari.
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Kwama Mine Adventure
The evening started out mostly uneventful. Those of us at the estate manor were called to gather in the throne room by Lord Tavari. Such an impromptu gathering usually meant that some news of importance was about to take place. So, I went and gathered with the rest and soon we found ourselves listening to the one called Fendryn. I don’t know much about this mer other than I believe he works as the house apothecary. A noble task I would suppose, but one that can concoct potions to heal can also made poisons that kill.
Fendryn spoke to those gathered about an experience he had. It seems like he had been taken captive by some cultists. He somehow managed to escape them but now felt the need to go and confront them. Lord Tavari was in support of this since it seemed to be a threat to our lands, and being a lowly Ordinator who was I to argue.
A portal was soon opened and upon stepping though it,our happy throng of adventurers were finding ourselves at the entrance of a kwama mine. Evidence was at our feet that something foul was at hand nearby. The ground was blackened and corpses lie scattered about...lovely. So much for a easy day of patrolling the manor grounds and then some tea and conversation afterwards. No, not today. Seems Fendryn found it fit to drag us all into his little nightmare.
Walking inside we soon found evidence of cultist inhabitation. Their banners were hanging from the walls of the mine and more evidence of their vile magicka could be seen. Most of us gathered were appalled by the site. Such vile arts at work in our dunmer lands could not be tolerated. We pressed on.
The first chamber we arrived to was full of kwama eggs. Usually I have a taste for these delicacies, but these eggs seemed to be...wrong. One of the group, I believe it was Aduil. picked up an egg and heard the insides sloshing about. The Captain told him to put it down, but the idiot dropped it to the floor. While its contents were now revealed and we were able to see some foul and vile magicka was indeed at work here, the contents also splattered upon my recently buffed and polished boots. I wished to bop the fool on his head with my mace, but felt Lord Tavari would frown upon such action. We pressed on.
It seemed some in the party were able to hear voices coming from ahead of us. With the helm I wear, I could not hear this. But soon enough a new trouble was upon us. It seems we stumbled upon some cultist and the fruits of her labor. These vile creatures were promptly dispatched, but then another appears and starts to cause havoc. The action was fast and furious as some members of the party rushed forward to attack, one was grabbed by the creature and some of us stood back and attacked with our ranged assaults.
This melee lasted for all of a few moments when the vile creature exploded sending shard of bone at us. Many of the party were struck. Lady Vinh took at least one piece of the shrapnel to her head. I saw the blood from the wound coursing down the side of her face. Tavi seemed to take several hits and was in rough shape. Others sustained superficial wounds while the flea bitten khajiit Felina was pinned to a tree as the shards pierced her clothing but she seemed unscathed.
I watched as Gyae went from member to member doing her best to heal and comfort them. Captain Tredere seemed to be in rough shape, Ambassador Telura seemed to be unhurt, but stunned by what she had seen.
Once things were settling down, Fendryn had us press on. What a sight we must have been. So many wounded, some just barely able to keep pace. Aduil seemed to be a bit out of sorts by this time. He had either taken a hit to his head or was drunk. I would think that he was wounded, but one cannot say for sure.
It wasn’t long before we found ourselves in another room and another cultist standing there. He sneered something out at Fendryn, perhaps this was one of the cultists that had captured him before? Whatever the case was we soon saw ourselves in battle again. Swords were flashing, arrows flying and magicka lit up the room we were in. Once again some of our members were taking some damage, but it seemed we held the upper hand. This cultist had now been hit several times and appeared to turn to a mound of dust. This dust then quickly spread and soon our vision was impaired.
As I stood there trying to see, I had this vision. Vivec himself was walking towards me in all his glory. No doubt he was about to commend me on my battle prowess. But then something happened. Right before my eyes, Vivec himself started to change. He turned from his radiant blues and golds to ashen grey and then simply fell into a heap of dust.
Soon after, I heard the voice of Fendryn and this dark blanket that had fallen over us was lifted away. I once again saw my companions. What a awful sight it was to see. So many wounded, so much damage had been done. Fendryn opened a portal for us to take back to the manor and I stepped through. I quickly made my way back to my quarters where I now sit writing this and will soon start work on removing shards of bone form my shield and armor. So much for a peaceful night.
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Instructed by a Cat
Imagine the humiliation. Well, I suppose unless you are a dunmer of noble origin, how could you? But there I sat last night in a public forum being instructed by a cat. No! Not just a khajiit, but his pet cat. I at times wished I could hide my face in a mask! And to be sitting next to Lord Tavari, how horrified he must have been with no doubt the same or similar feelings.
It has been bad enough to come to these weekly lectures to be instructed by that Da’Shar (a khajiit) creature on first aid and healing. Each week he introduces us to some technique of his and each week this khajiit entices someone to come up front to be his little example. Once up front, the unwitting volunteer is in some way, shape or form maimed by that loathsome khajiit in front of those gathered. He then makes light of the wound and proceeds to “care” for his victim with his barbaric first aid procedures.
Well, this past night he took it one step further, and in my humble opinion, too far by introducing this magicka manipulating cat friend of his. What I saw was undoubtedly some sort of hoax. First, Da’Shar speaks to this cat as if it understood him. The cat then would respond in it’s animal language and Da’Shar would “interpret” this to us. He then calls up two victims from the crowd and I was appalled to watch as this little beast of his climbs upon his shoulder and scratches the volunteers. How rude!
Some more hocus pocus goes on and the cat supposedly cures its victims with magicka. No doubt this whole time there was another hiding behind the scenes that was doing the actual work and no doubt the cat was nothing but a prop this fraud of a khajiit was using to trick those assembled. But, like any snake oil vendor, Da’ Shar had some of those more simple minded in the audience eating from the palm of his hand.
The “grand finale” of this whole ruse was when the cat spoke to us using our own language. As if a beast can speak. It is hard enough to understand the speech of some of these Outlanders, but to try to make us believe this little puppet cat of his could speak in our tongue...come, come, Da’Shar, do you take us as fools? Needless to say, I was quite insulted that this khajiit would try to play us for imbicils as he did last evening. If Lord Tavari was not so firmly set in the house making a showing at these side show acts, I would certainly not subject myself to being disgraced this way in the eye of the public.
Ahh, well, after some small talk with Ordinator Aeren, I made my way back to the manor and spent the night doing some research for Gyae. Seems she wishes to find her family roots and I believe the resources in Mournhold will be able to supply her with some answers. I sent away some letters to the temple there requesting access to their records. I look forward to taking Gyae on a little field trip to view what can be found there. I do hope we are successful.
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A Pilgrimage of Repentance
To say that House Tavari follows the laws of the Three to their strictest extent would likely be an understatement. I grew up with knowledge of the Three, father sent me to Mournhold to train in the temple and dedicate me to the Three, but to truly say our family lived and breathed the Three as those of House Tavari do would not be accurate. Last evening is a good example of what I mean.
A few days past while on patrol of the house grounds, I passed by the stable and found this bosmer female pacing back and forth. I stopped to see what was going on with her as my first thought was this Outlander had somehow made her way in undetected and was looking to steal one of the lord’s guars. This n’wah was muttering and pacing and pacing and muttering, nearly drove me crazy watching. When I approached and asked her business, I saw that she was bound. My guess was she was already in some sort of trouble and I found this to be the case.
I found out the little twit’s name was Ineiri. She seemed to be quite besides herself and spilled out to me that she was a murderer without any coercion on my part. Well, that was not what I was expecting to hear. The next surprise came when she makes mention that she was wishing to atone for her sin. I was not aware that these tree huggers had a soul or the common sense to be able to determine right and wrong and actually look for forgiveness.
I left her to her misery that evening, having no words of comfort for her nor really in a mood with which I desired to offer any such words for an Outlander. But, this evening as I went to start my patrol, I find out that the house will be making a pilgrimage to Mournhold. The reason for the pilgrimage was so this Outlander, Ineiri, may cleanse herself of her treacherous act. We would be going to the temple of Saint Aralor, where, assuming she made it that far as she needed to make the trek on her knees while she was mocked and beaten with switches, she would be purged of her iniquity if her soul was truly repentant.
A large throng made the trip. I believe most were there to make sure this wretch was truly purged of her sin while perhaps a few of the soft hearts may have been there to offer their support for her. I was a bit indifferent myself. I am not one to withhold a blessing of forgiveness should the Three deem it appropriate, but if she were not to receive it, who was I to care if another Outlander soul perished?
In the end, we arrived at the temple. The bosmer was in fairly rough shape, but she was able to offer up her words of repentance and Saint Aralor in return offered his cleansing to her. Lord Tavari, bless his soul, gave order that the Outlander should receive medial attention and we all went on our way back home.
As I said, this was a new experience for me, one that I had not seen on the grounds of my family estate. We did not much seem to care if an Outlander, or anyone for that matter, were in need of spiritual cleansing as long as their iniquity did not affect the bottom line on the budget sheet. To see a true concern given to an Outlander, and a murderer at that, has shown me that even though Lord Tavari may come across as all business, he truly has a heart for those that serve his family.
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An Ordinator’s Life
Well, it would seem this “honor” of being an Ordinator is now stuck to me. I received the armor and the title to go with it. Father would be so proud to see his little darling daughter all dressed up and clanking about. This had always been his dream, not mine. I still recall the look of pride on his face the day he and mother dropped me at the temple in Mournhold. He was so proud that his little girl had been accepted into the training program for an Ordinator. And, of course me being as brilliant as I am, I exceled in my training and was at the top of my class.
I officially was assigned to be an Ordinator of Doctrine and Ordination, which I could live with. I would still be able to hob knob with the elite and help in instruction and diplomacy. I do so like telling others what to do and how to go about their business and, I am quite good at it.
Upon mother’s murder and my returning home to be with father, I thought that perhaps the days of being an Ordinator were well past me now. My thought would be that I would serve my father, travel with him or on his behalf, and then some day take over the house after father’s passing. Well, that all went to the wayside after father’s disappearance. For obvious reasons it would not be good for me to travel back to the estate at this time. Either those that abducted father would come for me (no doubt the beast of a half-orc and the lizard man did this), or local authorities would pin this disappearance on me as I had the most to seemingly gain from his untimely demise.
It was a stroke of luck and perhaps father’s being able to foresee trouble brewing that he set things up with Lord Tavari to take me and those closest to me in. That luck seemed to come to an end when Lord Tavari found out about my Ordinator background. Before I knew it, I was suited up in house armor and being called Ordinator Daviri. How...touching.
As anyone who knows me would tell you I am not one to complain, but this armor fits tightly and is quite warm to wear. I stand around like a statue as others enjoy themselves. I need to deal with the riff raff of the house instead of discussing matters of state with the nobility. And....and...to make matters worst, they now put me through physical training. I had to do sit ups and push ups and jumping jacks and run! Those....those... those heathens!
Well, Lord Tavari pulled me aside for a private conversation. It would seem he is starting to come to his senses in regards to me. We spoke about my special talents in the area of doctrine and ordination. It would seem he plans on using me in areas that showcase these skills. He even suggested I serve him as an advisor. I was quite honored by this suggestion. I actually feel like I am being invited to be part of his family. Now I will spend more time learning of its history so I may adequately represent him and his household.
Well, enough for now. I have a glass of wine calling my name and then a pillow calling for my head. The armor will need to wait until tomorrow to receive a polishing treatment. Perhaps I can get one of these Outlanders to attend to that? Hmm...
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A Trip to the Festival
I continue to make my transition from life under the roof of House Draelen to life inside the walls of House Tavari. I must say, the reception that those of us who have moved to the Tavari estate have received has been nothing short of heart warming. They treat us quite well and have made us feel as if we have always been part of their family.
That being said, I must say I am struggling some with maintaining proper etiquette as mother had taught me so many years ago. The atmosphere here at House Tavari is a very proper one. It seems everyone has titles that need remembering and proper protocol that needs to be followed. I never much needed to follow such mannerisms in fathers house unless we had guests visiting. Otherwise I never needed to be formal with the Outlanders and other rubbish that father employed.
It also seems there are rules regarding the use of skooma. Even Zarharji is on edge and told me she will no longer supply me her wares...tramp. I do suppose I will do my best to withdraw from skooma while on the Tavari grounds. Perhaps rescuing an extra bottle of wine from the cellar on my way to my room will help hold me over through the night. That is if there is any extra wine to be had. While skooma is forbidden, much of the house seems to be nothing but drunkards!
This evening, Lord Tavari invited me to come along to a festival that was taking place. He was not seemingly going for fun and entertainment, but rather to spy on his competitors. I believe his hope was to find them in compromising situations that he could later hold over their heads when in negotiations. I must say, I do admire such thinking. The best part was I was allowed to wear a gown and did not need to dress in my Ordinator gear. What a relief! That chest plate is so snug it makes my breasts feel as if they are being held in a skeever trap!
The lord and I were accompanied by Novice Gyae, Guar Race Champion Slag, and Servitor Zarhraji, although she would come and go. I swore by the end of the evening any time she moved she seemed to “clink”. I wonder what that was about?
There were so many people on hand, many dunmer but far too many Outlanders, speaking far too loudly. Everywhere I turned I was being bumped and pushed. I was quite happy when we went to sit and listen to the music being played, if you can call it such. I recall as a child when I would go to the estate pens and watch as the animals would be butchered. That was a much more pleasant sound than this music. Novice Gyae sounds like a song bird compared to the rabble that tried to entertain us that evening.
Lord Tavari kept a sharp watch and the people coming and going. Her struck up conversation with some of them. I could tell from his tone and demeanor that these were not people he exactly regarded with high esteem. Perhaps they were rivals of his? I do not know. My attention was taken away by mention of a date auction about to happen.
Novice Gyae, the Three bless her naïve little soul, thought the date auction was about the selling of the fruit. She could not have been more wrong. I did not let on, but on my travels with father I had seen such things before. Father would not participate in such things, nor would he stay to watch. But I would from time to time sneak away long enough to observe. No doubt father would have seen this as behavior unbecoming of a lady and would have severely chastised me, but this is just one more example of what father doesn’t know won't hurt me.
I do believe Novice Gyae and gaur racer Slag might be an item. They seemed quite at ease around each other. No doubt when Lord Tavari took me for a stroll around the market, they likely took to some dark corner to exchange pleasantries. When Gyae once again found the lord and myself, she seemed a bit out of breath and Slag had to mysteriously leave on some business. I bet he did. Well, it is none of my business.
From time to time I would catch glimpses of Zarhraji milling in and out of the crowds. One time I could have sworn I saw one of her paws slide into the bag of one of these uppity altmers that were all dressed in white. Perhaps it was just my eyes playing tricks, but it did seem the pockets of her gown bulged slightly by the end of the evening. Perhaps she had purchased some dates at the auction that she tucked away in there? Oh, how silly of me!
My room is now livable, although a few more bottles of wine are needed, especially after I finish penning this and finish off another bottle. I then need to polish my gear and that will likely bring about more thirst. Perhaps some day I will have some company to drink with? We shall see.
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Running with the Guars
Well, where shall I begin? This unexpected turn of events has been quite the adventure these past few days. First, father sends me to the Council meeting where I learn of the dragon threat. Next, I come home and find out father has been in communication with a Lord Tavari whose house falls under Great House Indoril. I am sent to visit this house with Rhaecelus, Lady Vinh, and the crafty khajiit Zarhraji. During this meeting I am summoned away by one of father’s servants who informs me father has gone missing along with that oaf orc of his and the dim-witted argonian. Going home I find no sign of father and can only now suspect father’s demise and that I am now an orphan.
I made my way back to House Tavari, as this is now my place of refuge, and the last remnants of what was father’s house are there in the form of cousin Rhaecelus. It has been good fortune that Rhaecelus, Lady Vinh, and even crafty Zarhraji have been taken in by this more than gracious patriarch. And, to my surprise, Lord Tavari has taken me under his wing also and is providing for me. The caveat here being that I serve as an Ordinator to his house.
It has been some time since I last put on the uniform of an Ordinator. I requested and received leave from my post in Mournhold upon mother’s murder. Since that time I had been at the family estate with father. Watching him go through the after effects of mother’s loss and losing his mind has been hard on me and perhaps donning the uniform once more will help in my own recovery from this loss. Time will tell. Lord Tavari also hinted that perhaps I can serve as a diplomat for his house. How exciting that would be!
Lord Tavari took me to meet an Ordinator named Aeren. He proceeded to riddle me with questions (can you believe he had the gall to ask my age?!) He then told me some things I suppose were important, but my mind was still swimming around trying to understand what happened to father. When Lord Tavari left us, Ordinator Aeren supplied me with house armor. Can you believe that the pervert stood and watch me undress as I tried the armor on for proper fit? I hope he enjoyed the show. The armor looked fine enough, but was a bit snug in the chest. Perhaps I can find a hammer at the smith’s shop and create a bit more room.
Now, on to House Tavari. Mind you I am just first learning of the individuals that call House Tavari their home and am a bit sketchy on names. But, as usual, I am quite good in noting character and believe me when I say there are several characters that are already exposing their true nature to me.
This evening the House was holding a social function, a guar race. And low and behold, who was leading this venture? None other than the wood elf lush that was put on notice at the last meeting I attended at the house. Let’s see, I believe her name is Candarith. I was at first skeptical about why an Outlander would be given such a task, but after seeing the race I must say I was quite impressed with how the little drunk pulled it off. A race route well plotted, food and drink abundantly available, and prizes for the winner that could not be scoffed at. Well done! Well done indeed!
As for the winner of the race, I have not had the chance to interact with him to this point, but his name is Slagathor...I mean...who names their child Slagathor? Were his parents drunk when they named him? Perhaps. He seems like a fine enough fellow, although the more alcohol he consumed the louder and more boisterous he became. Still, he did show great skill in his riding ability. I wish I could remember the name of the losers, but, well, they were losers.
The other interesting individual that I came across is a fine looking dunmer named Gyae. Gyae has the figure of a Redguard hourglass and the musical talent of a...umm, well, Lord Tavari did say she was just starting out. I will allow her more time to refine her skill in this area. Good thing we dunmer have longer life spans. Perhaps her skill will improve before mine ends? Perhaps not. I am sure she has a lovely personality to go with her lovely looks though. I will keep my eyes on her and perhaps stick cotton in my ears if I see her lute come back out.
It would appear now with my new rank and title of Ordinator Draelen I also get to partake in lodging on the estate grounds. I would suspect that there are no rules regarding the use of vices such as wine and skooma when one is in their private quarters seeing how alcohol flows like a river in the open here. I may be able to actually enjoy my nightly skooma fix without trying to hide it as I did at father’s estate. I just need to find Zarhraji to resupply me now. That cat always seems to wander off when she is most needed.
Anyway, that is all for now. Time to examine the contents of this bottle of wine I confiscated at the little after race party. Hopefully it will hold me until the khajiit brings me some more skooma.
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Dragon Dilemma
Last evening father sent me off with cousin Rhaecelus to meet with the Dunmer Council as he was feeling under the weather. It was refreshing to see father come to his wits and finally realize my true potential as a diplomat for the House. I donned a fine gown (even covering my top assets up) while Rhaecelus looked the part of the dashing knight in his fine armor.
The group assembled was a distinguished one, representing three other dunmer houses. The lords and ladies were all dressed in their fineries and looked every part the nobility they truly were. It was a pity to see that some of them chose orc or khajiit companions to stand at their backs during these important discussions. Makes me wonder about how well one can rely on their opinions if they make such a choice to travel with such lowly companions. One orc female was even quite vocal in her thoughts. I barely understood the words coming from her mouth in her broken dialect. I would think her master would have put her in her place and told her to be silent during these important discussions, but perhaps the wine flowing among us clouded his judgement with that matter?
The topic of the evening was centered around dragons. Seems the khajiit people have been dealing with a dragon infestation in their homeland. What a pity. One of the ladies of the assembly, I believe her name was Kinavah, seemed to be an expert on the matter and spoke to the rest of us about how it appeared that the dragons might be moving out from the lands of Elsweyr and moving into other parts of Tamriel. While this was a bit unsettling, the true horror came with the thought that they may turn their sights to Morrowind. One could understand, I suppose, why the dragons would wish to leave Elsweyr. I suppose eating khajiits only gave them indigestion and hairballs. The sweet flesh of a dunmer would likely be a delicacy to them.
Kinavah gave us a bit of dragon history. It seems at a time long ago, these beasts had formed some sort of alliance with the nords. A select cult of these barbarians seemed to somehow communicate and control the reptilian beasts. Which then brought about the subject that these dragons can do massive damage just through speech, even to the extent of removing ones soul. Anyway, it appeared that these nords of old were now undead and could at anytime leave their tomb and resume their relationship with these foul dragon beasts, leading them to take over all of Tamriel.
Well, this news got the attention of all of us assembled. Quickly the conversation moved into what could be done about this, and particularly, how could we defend Morrowind should these beasts and their undead nord come to our borders. Four different options were given.
The first was to use the aid of necromancy to stop this horde. As one might imagine, this option was not a popular one. Only Kinavah was in favor of it, and seeing how she seemed to know the most about what was going on, perhaps it was the best option. But how could one in their right mind vote for such sacrilege?
The second option was to use daedric sources of magicka and whatnot. It too met with resistance, but was found to be perhaps a step better than necromancy.
The third option was the option most of the houses, including House Draelen, voted for. Seeing how the beasts use speech to do much of their damage, it was suggested that we infuse our weaponry with spells of Silence and other spells that would inhibit and perhaps in a sense poison the dragons. It did seem a bit far fetched that something like this might even work, but at least we were not relying on darker arts to do such work for us.
Option four was to simply allow the creatures to overrun us and die. I believe it was put out there more in jest as if saying this is what will become of us if nothing is accomplished to deter these creatures.
After this decision was made, talk came about as to how to let our people of Morrowind know about this pending danger. It was suggested we throw a party and then tell the people. I suggested there better be some strong ale at this party if we intend to give such dark news to the people. Many assembled agreed with my astute wisdom and then wise cousin Rhaecelus suggested that we inform the people of the danger and then rally them together at this festival with inspiring speeches as to how we will work to destroy these creatures. We could have artisans paint pictures of dunmers gloriously slaying the beasts, have effigies of dragons on site that even the children could enjoy slaying with wooden weaponry. What a novel and wonderful idea!
At this, many of the lords and ladies rose and took their leave. They would now go to their homelands and share the news that was shared with us. I too will share this troubling news with father. Perhaps Rhaecelus will aid me with this as I believe father values his thoughts greatly.
Needless to say, this unnerving news needed to somehow be put to rest so I could retire for the evening and sleep some. It is amazing how the magicka of skooma is such a good remedy for such things.
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A Surprise in the Dining Hall
The morning after the “meeting” dawned and I awoken on the floor of my room a bit disheveled and with a pounding headache. To touch my forehead was like being hit between the eyes with a hammer. The pain was awful and I could tell there was some swelling there.
Standing up on wobbly legs, I scanned the room and wondered what might have happened. It seemed like a wild party had taken place; skooma pipe still sputtering some smoke, empty wine bottle on the table, broken wine bottle on the floor by the door lying in a puddle of what had been it’ s contents. What a mess. I must talk to father about the servants not taking care to properly clean my room.
Doing my best to get myself clean and ready for the day was a struggle. My whole body ached at every move I made. I would swear an imp was tap dancing on my head and some unseen force was punching my midsection. Standing alone was a struggle as the room seemed to spin on its own. Had Lady Vinh set some sort of spell on me and dumped me in my room?
Suddenly a strong surge of energy came from my stomach and I was just able to make it to the chamber pot as the contents of my stomach forcefully escaped me. The only positive of the event was that it did seem to ease my troubled belly some.
Freshening up and putting on some fresh clothing, I decided to head to the dining hall to try and force some food into me. As I left the room I saw a servant girl dawdling in the hallway and promptly reprimanded her for the poor condition of my room. I let her know in no uncertain terms that I expected it to be in tip top shape upon my return. She quickly made her way to the room with cleaning supplies in tow.
Upon entering the dining hall, I discovered a new face sitting by one of the tables picking away at the food before her. It was a mer, a lovely dark skinned female. I questioned her as to who she might be and she stated her name as being Demori. Lovely. Seems this Demori was part of the Pact army and had been injured. She somehow managed to stumbled upon the property of the estate and once father discovered this, he invited her to stay until she was up to traveling more.
It was evident, as we chatted over a glass of wine (I always enjoy fruit for breakfast), that Demori was not just a run of a mill dunmer. She spoke that she was of a noble house, but had some sort of falling out with her father that led her on her path to leave home for army life. Why is it that father’s cannot appreciate their daughters?
We spoke more and I found Demori quite charming. I told her I would hope that she would consider staying on with the family even after she felt up to snuff. We could use another good fighter and I encouraged her to consider serving under me as a House Ordinator. We shall see. It is certainly a blessing of the Three to see father bringing in dunmer and not those sub class species. Perhaps he is finally getting his wits about him.
I left her to finish her meal as I once again felt an urge to expel the contents of my stomach. I don’t know what happened last night to make me feel so ill, but no doubt it must have been some sort of poisoning. I will not be easy on the one that did this to me. No doubt the half-orc had a hand in this.
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Father Has Gone Mad
The usual flawless scrawlings of the dunmer are more like scribbling. The paper she writes upon is splotched with wine stains. Her private quarters are filled with the purplish haze of skooma smoke. An empty wine bottle lies on it’s side on her desk as another bottle stands half empty.
I have never been so insulted in all my life! What is that man thinking! It would seem he is not thinking. Ever since mother’s death, my father has not been the same. He has drawn away from me and closer to that damned Argonian. He comes home with a half-orc and proclaims him a body guard. Not only is he being “protected” by a sub race, but a bastard at that! And now the shit he pulled on me this evening?! If he were not my father I would have hunted him down after this news was revealed and placed my blade in his sternum!
We were to gather this day to start this bird brained adventure that father is sending us off on. Mind you, father is not coming along. Oh no! That bastard sends his only heir to a certain death while he hides in the safety of his estate! What a coward! He orders Lord Uleni to lead this little outing of certain doom and sends me off without a second thought. I was already steaming about this trip, but being the obedient and loving child I am, I held my tongue.
So the first surprise comes while I sit awaiting the rest of this group of the damned, when in saunters a face I had never seen before (and still have not seen as she wore a mask covering the lower half of her face). She calls herself Loruviel and comes up with some hardly believable story about father calling upon her for her services. She is a dunmer, I think. For all I know, with father’s delirium of late, she might be hiding tusks under that mask of hers. Another half breed bastard child no doubt.
I listened to her, partly, as dear cousin Rhaecelus comes strolling in with Lady Nympho. I thought I should be happy to see them after the fun evening we had prior to this day, but that would soon be turned on its head too.
As we are introducing ourselves to father’s pet scout, his pet half-orc lumbers in, a smug smile on his face as he gives me a mock salute. I am fully aware of his distaste for me and doubt his loyalty to my father. It is my thought that father’s poor behavior and reasoning of late are no doubt part of a conspiracy being played out by the orc and the argonian. I believe the argonian is slowly poisoning my father, which accounts for his loss of reasoning, and once father dies the orc will come to rape and murder me. The two then will lay claim to my father’s estate and toss our bodies into the feed bins for the guars. But, that is a story for another time.
Magniis starts to speak, well grunt and make sounds like someone on a chamber pot, and if I am to understand what he is saying, it sounds as if father had relieved Lord Uleni of the leadership of this ill-fated group and kicked him from the estate itself. The orc then declares that this Loruviel is to take us out into Cyrodiil and I am suppose to act as leader. I was enraged by this news!
First, why should we follow this little imp into a hostile land? Likely father paid her to lead us somewhere that would ensure our not coming back and certain death. Second, why is father dictating this to me through his pet? Why is he not calling me to his chambers to discuss such matters? Do I not matter anymore? Did he not wish to look me in the eyes as he order my certain death sentence?
As I am fuming over this matter, Rhaecelus is all happy go lucky and optimistic. “Oh this will be a delightful little jaunt.” “Oh we will search for relics.” “You just never mind those arrows in your ass and the axe in your chest.” I swear to the Three that his common sense and reason has slid from between his ears to just south of his belt line. Ever since he came around with this dunmer slut of his he seems to only think with his cock.
Fine! Let Lord Optimist lead this group to its doom. I will have no part of it, and, to watch Lady Vinh stand there all a flutter as she listen to the damned fool, her breasts heaving, her eyelashes fluttering...made me sick. At least they will both die happily in love out in the wastes of Cyrodiil.
Oh, and wouldn’t you like to know who slunk in late. Yes, that little imp Belarice. At least she had clothes on, but by the looks of her she was still feeling the affects of the wine she had taken in the night prior. How shameful, a dunmer that cannot hold their wine. She stood for the most part quietly watching and listening, a moan would come from her at times, but nothing like she was the night prior when she was drinking, laughing and striping.
Anyway, I am still besides myself and need to do something about father and his falling off the deep end of life. I cannot have him continue to tarnish the family name as he is with his hairbrained schemes and decision making. It is my duty as his daughter to set him straight!
With a grunt of anguish, she throws the half empty bottle against the door of her room where it shatters and leaves a puddle of wine and broken glass on the floor. Attempting to stand, it would appear that the affects of wine and skooma are taking over and she promptly face plants onto the floor. She would awaken to a splitting headache and large bruise on her forehead the next morning.
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A Meeting with Dunmer Lords
Last evening father had guests join us at the chateau. It was my honor to stand by his side as he hosted the two lords. It would appear that these two, Lord Tavari and Lord Sarthos, are members of a larger contingent of dunmer houses that are banding together to reaffirm dunmer control over the lands of Morrowind. How exciting it was to be able to listen in on these talks and how inspiring father was. He represented House Draelen like a master negotiator. My heart was swelling with pride as he spoke.
Lord Sarthos and Lord Tavari were both escorted by no doubt their bodyguards. It was a blessing that I was able to stand by my lord in place of that oaf of a half-orc he allows to trail along with him. I think it brought about a better light for House Draelen for these two lords to see a stunning dunmer beauty at the side of my father rather than a hulking, smelly, pit rat orc. While Lord Tavari brought with him a lovely dunmer he called his “Captain of the House Guard” (One can wonder what else she might also guard for him), Lord Sarthos disappointed me by choosing to be accompanied by one of those slimy, swamp water drinking argonians. It made me take pause over how seriously to take Lord Sarthos.
As the meeting progressed, these two lords grilled father with a variety of questions. He spoke clearly and firmly to them. While House Draelen may be small, he made it clear that we were not to be overlooked or pushed around. I must say, I found myself a bit aroused as father dressed down Lord Sarthos (whose house falls under House Dres) when Sarthos made light of the past history between House Dres and House Hlaalu. While Lord Sarthos implied the hostilities between the houses was in the past, father reminded him that it was House Dres that took his parents, my grandparents, from us. This put that pompous dunmer on notice and I could not have been prouder of father.
Soon after, our guests took their leave, but not before agreeing that more talks should take place between our houses. I look forward to what might happen. It would be a good thing, I think, to be part of a larger union.
As the lords left with their escorts, members of House Draelen were assembling. It was so good to see cousin Rhaecelus and his lovely companion, Lady Vinh. It is quite entertaining to watch the two flirt back and forth with each other. One can only imagine what happens behind closed doors with those two, and, believe me, I do imagine it. They joined us in father’s library study and soon after Lord Uleni and Belarice were among us too. As for the non-dunmer that found their way into our presence, the brooding half-orc Magniis finally found his place at my father’s side along with the bumbling argonian, Dances. I so loathe that they feel they should be part of family private matters, but father insists.
Father honored me by asking me to tell the rest of the family and our honored companions about what had transpired in our meeting with lords Sarthos and Tavari. I did so, speaking in as much detail as I felt necessary. I shamed myself though. I had left out how father had addressed Lord Sarthos of the ill feeling we still harbored towards House Dres over the loss of family to their bloodied hands. Father saved me by reminding me of this omission and showing those gathered how he was not afraid to stand up for the honor of the family. I was so proud of him.
Seeing how this was a momentous occasion and should be chronicled for future reference, I turned to Dances to check that he, as house scribe, had recorded the details of my speech. He had not! Damn him! Damn that bumbling idiotic poor excuse of a life form! How dare he dishonor me by not recording my words! I know how father dotes upon this overgrown lizard who has been part of the family for far too long, in my humble opinion, but for father to not reprimand this moron for this monumental error was quite unnerving. The overgrown newt best watch his back. I will gain appropriate retribution for his blunder in due time.
Father then spoke about his planned adventure to Cyrodiil. He informed us he would not be able to lead us as other business had come to the forefront for him. Turning to Lord Uleni, he bestowed the honor of leading some of the family to search for relics on him. Lord Uleni seemed to be honored by this potential little death march father has planned. I am not sure if Lord Uleni will be able to guide us to these relic caves father has marked for exploration or not. I don’t know enough of the mer to really pass judgement on him yet.
The good news was that Rhaecelus and Lady Vinh would be joining in with Lord Uleni and myself. The bad news was so would Magniis. How is it that father would assign his personal body guard to this expedition? Here we are, sneaking into hostile lands where stealth is of the utmost importance and father gives us the very thing that will no doubt draw attention to our presence. A big, lumbering oaf, dressed like a court jester and smells about as fresh as a khajiiti privy. What is father thinking?
No doubt we shall all meet our demise, and, since misery likes company, I suggested Belarice come along too. I could tell she was feeling left out as she stood quietly to the side. What a wonderful opportunity for her to showcase her skill and ability. While she seems a bit of an enigma, this little trip of ours might put into full view who she is. I can hardly wait to see her in action. While she remained silent to this suggestion, the look on her face told me all I needed to know. Her eyes were speaking to me the words of thanks for including her that her lips could not speak.
Soon after this, our little party dispersed to started preparing for the trip we would embark on the next morn. After I complete writing this, I will prepare my gear and then settle down for some wine and skooma before drifting of to sleep.
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House Draelen Plans a Trip
Father met with some of us who were able to gather last evening and spoke to us about a little trip he was planning. Seems this trip of his could be somewhat dangerous, but with great danger comes great reward...potentially. It would seem father is interested into doing some exploring in the ruins of Cyrodill. The warring factions that are known to be in this area alone make this a dangerous ordeal, but who knows what other dangers the ruins may hold.
Rhaecelus, Lady Vinh, and Lord Uleni were present to start with. A bit later Belarice also came in from a little venture she had been on. Lord Draelen, father, was talking about needing a tracker. I had suggested Belarice might be a suitable candidate, but she laughed off the suggestion. I must admit, she remains somewhat a mystery to me. One would think with her skill set and petite size she would have the makings of a tracker, but it would seem not.
Lord Uleni offered up some of his people to do this work, but father put down this idea. I have a feeling that father does not fully trust Lord Uleni. Perhaps this is due to the circumstances he comes to us with, perhaps it has to do with his being eager to help out. I am not certain. I do know father takes a while to warm up to people. He did not get to his position by being a fool. Careful planning and careful investigation of those he works with have been the recipe for his success. Lord Uleni seems frustrated by this approach of fathers. I do hope he can see that only time will gain this trust and not trying to force a relationship with a well seasoned patriarch.
Lady Vinh was looking quite lovely again. She also seems to be a mystery. I was not certain how she felt about this trip, but I think the prospect of gathering up some relics and perhaps the chance of coming across some Welkynd stones have piqued her interest in the trip. I have no doubt that things with properties of magicka draw her to them like a flame draws in a moth. When she stands in close proximity of me, my body tingles. The magicka she possesses must be quite great to have that affect on me. While I dabble some with the magicka I have learned at the temple, it is nothing close to what I feel around her.
Cousin Rhaecelus seemed quite eager to go on this little quest of fathers. He spoke of getting prepared and all. I wonder if it was the trip that had his interest or if it was because he knew Lady Vinh was interested in the trip that caught his attention. I have no doubt he would follow the lady through a stronghold of daedra. I envy them. Although they do not show it in front of the group, I have no doubt that there is something special between them. What a lovely thing to have, a companion to share life’s adventures with.
Father gave us two weeks to prepare for this trip. I will be checking and rechecking gear and working more with Belarice to get her up to speed about the House and its workings. In the process I hope to learn more about her too. The thrill of the adventure is already coursing through me, knowing the potential reward could be great. These relics, after all, will not be the sort of trinkets we sell in our legit marketplaces. These will be the things that will attract father’s “special” customers and bring in larger sums of gold.
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New Faces Join the House
What an evening it has been. Father’s efforts to find new associates has proven to bear fruit. And, to make things even better, all new members are dunmers. What a relief this is too me. I love father dearly, but since the passing of mother he seems to have found a soft spot for those “off races”. I understand why he keeps the argonian, Dances, around. He has been with the family for quite some time, first as a slave and now as a freeman (although I still prefer to view him as a slave, I just don’t say it aloud.) And, of course, there is that vulgar half orc body guard of fathers, Bulgarus. I enjoying referring to him as being an orc. It makes him squirm with distaste, but I believe he is too afraid to correct me in front of father. Oh what joy that brings me!
Now, the newcomers. The first to register was not really a newcomer, but my dear cousin Rhaecelus. Oh how dashing he looked in his new armor. Father had him report in as a formality in order to have him properly registered as one of our ranks. He did not come alone last night. He brought with him a companion. Lady Nepharaethys Vinh (oh my, what a long flowing name. I do hope I wrote it properly) is quite a stunning beauty. I can see how she caught the eye of my dear cousin. She seems to be quite knowledgeable and a bit mysterious. Her exchange with father made me giggle inside as she seemed to be somewhat guarded in what she wished to share with him. Rhae kept quiet as she spoke to father, his eyes never leaving her. I suspect there might be some hanky panky going on there.
Xand Uleni was here again and now officially registered as one with the House. Father grilled him perhaps a bit harshly. It would seem father has some questions about Xand and his background. Xand clearly stated who he was and what foul thing befell his family. I am not certain father is buying the story or perhaps may have concern that harboring Xand might bring about trouble for House Drealen. I will pay close attention to this as Xand seems sincere enough, but my experience with working deals and dealing with other Houses is not near what father’s experience is.
Finally, there was Belarice Do’t’tar. A lovely looking dunmer lady, but a commoner. That matters not to me. She is dunmer, which I already see as a plus. Belarice brings to us one that is skilled in the use of blades and has hinted at work she has done for Vivec himself. I had asked father to allow Bela to work under my eye and he agreed to that. Her and I spoke some of the family business (the legit side of things) and then I thought perhaps with her training and experience that Belarice would make a wonderful body guard for me. Father had suggested that I have a body guard as he does, but he rejected the idea of having Belarice serve me in such a manner. No doubt he sees me having some dimwitted brute like his half-orc watch over me too.
After father had registered the new faces, he retired for the evening. I noticed Dances seemed relieved that this was complete too as he had been scribing all this information down. It does the lizard some good to get active from time to time. He seems to be putting on some weight, no doubt feasting off my father’s tables too much. The good old days of slavery kept him much trimmer. No doubt the half orc has his fair share and beyond of our food and drink too.
As for the others, I felt it best to allow them to mingle without my being there to interfere. I know that at times things can be more relax with a House official is not there to “ observe”. I retired to my room to write this and partake privately in some wine and skooma. But, it was a good night for the family. I am happy to see the new faces and look forward to working with them.
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A Night with Father...and Some Orcs
I was eager to return to the family chateau to see father. My time home had been limited some over the past months for several reasons. My studies at the temple were coming to a conclusion and I was recently promoted to the title of Ordinator of Doctrine and Ordination. This has put a little more work on my plate than I thought it would, and, combined with my work with the family stores, another reason for my trip home being delayed, I have been kept busy in Mournhold.
The other reason is it has been hard to come home without thinking of the loss of mother to a vile assassin. Her touch is seen everywhere around the home and seeing this and how downtrodden father seems, well, it has been hard to make the trip home.
I did finally manage to make the trip and upon entering the gates of the chateau found father standing on the steps leading to the house with an orc. My hand instinctively went to the hilt of my blade as I thought this vile beast was here to cause trouble and perhaps was an assassin looking to kill my father. But, soon my father’s eyes fell upon me and the look they had were one of business, not distress. Removing my hand I stepped closer and listened in.
It would appear this desolate creature was here begging father for work. Why is it that these creatures cannot stay in their own land but insist on coming to Morrowind to take jobs from able bodied Dunmer? I was about to speak my mind and escort the orc off our family property when I heard my father suggest he learn more about the orc before offering him a job. My heart fell to my feet, but I would not argue with father, at least not before others.
We went inside and the beast settled himself on one of father’s couches. I doubt the servants will ever be able to remove the odor of the vile creature. Best we burn the couch, purchase a new one, and cut our losses. He stated his name as being Grok (what sort of mother would give such a horrid name to even the ugliest of babies?), at least I believe that is what he said. I find it hard to sometimes understand the speech of the sub races. And while he was formal and polite with father, the creature treated me in a manner unbecoming of the daughter of a lord.
The chit chat went on and to my disdain, the orc was offered a job with my father’s business. Hearing this news made it almost hard for me to swallow my wine. To make matters worse, another orc my father recently “adopted” wandered in like a puppy that had lost its master and now finding him anew came in with tail tucked between legs as if expecting reprimand. This one, named Bulgarus (from his looks and odor Vulgarus might be more appropriate of a name) was recused by father from the gladiator pits. Why, I do not know. I believe after mother’s murder father has concern for his own well being and perhaps thinks that if the sight of this beast would not deter a would be assassin, perhaps his offensive odor would (why do all orcs smell so horridly?)
Bulgarus saluted my father, ignored me, and soon was speaking with the new orc. It was then my father called me to him to hear how things were fairing for me and for business in Mournhold. After giving my report, my father suggested that my attire was not quite what it should be. Apparently the armor I was wearing showed too much cleavage and father must still remember me in terms of his little girl that he once bounced upon his knee as he told her stories and still does not recognize that I have turned into a woman.
Mother always dressed in elegant gowns which covered all of her person. It was a shame as she was perhaps the most beautiful dunmer female to ever walk in Tamriel. I have been told I am a spitting image of her, which I know I am quite beautiful, but not perhaps to the extent of what mother was. Perhaps this is what father sees in me too? An image of my mother which he wishes to remain pure?
Well, the comments father made did not go by unnoticed by the orcs. Bulgarus did what he could to hide his giggling under the visor of his helm. I know the beast must have also been taking note of my chest prior to what father said as I saw his little man pole start to salute me from under his skirt. Ugh, what a horrible image that created in my mind’s eye. The other orc, Grok, didn’t seem to know or care much of what father said as he sat on our couch. Likely he never spent time with a woman to really even understand what father was speaking of.
Too further worsen matters, father started to hint that I also was on need of a body guard. I believe he felt Grok would be suitable for such work. I almost spoke back to father in a manner not befitting of a daughter by such a suggestion. Why would I desire this oversized guar herder to be tagging along with me? What would the other dunmer socialites think, and, I doubt he would even be allowed in the halls of the temple in Mournhold with me. No, I would fancy a nice dunmer handmaiden if father insists that I need someone to aide me in my work and private life.
Then, like a breath of fresh air, a new face arrived. It was a young, handsome, dunmer. He was well put together and walked with an aire of confidence. Upon seeing him enter, father left me and went to greet him. I took some more wine as I watched the exchange and then recognition kicked in. It was cousin Rhae! I had not seen him since I stood belt high to father. I quickly made my way to him, a bright smile on my face, and now saw up close how handsome he had become. A far cry from the foul beast father had been recently employing.
After he finished his pleasantries with father, Rhae looked upon me. He recognized me right off! And, not only that, he made comment on my beauty (why wouldn’t he, now with mother’s passing, my beauty is second to none). Apparently a generous view of my breasts was not offensive to him. Leave it to the younger generation of dunmer to appreciate the beauty of the body and not wishing to hide it beneath unnecessary clothing.
It was not long after this that our party started to disperse. Father went to his room for rest, Bulgarus trailed after like a puppy. Rhae went to get refreshed after his trip and Grok finally was taken off by a servant (hopefully for a bath and then to be quartered in the stables with the other beasts). I took the rest of the bottle of wine I had not finished back to my private room where I finished it during my writing of this. I always do my best thinking and writing while staying refreshed with a little wine.
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