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hannah-heartstrings · 2 months

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Sweet Surprise

During a trip to Skingrad, Lecrinn and Garrus decide to surprise each other. Early in the timeline, though I'm not actually sure how canon it is.

The lost sweetroll prompt fic. I spent half a month writing this, finished it, and went "meh." By then I'd worked on it to the point of not being able to tell if it was good or not, and I still can't tell.

So I'll just release it into the wild and you can tell me. (I do know some things I do and don't like but I decided to keep them to the tags.) From October 2022 but I'm still accepting concrit on it.

@druidx @babyblueetbaemonster @inkysqueed

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Cradling two sweet rolls in one hand Lecrinn held them close as she pushed the heavy door with the other. She opened it just enough to slip out, leaving the chatter and warmth of the busy inn for the street outside. It was also busy and warm but more tolerably so.

She squinted against the afternoon sun. Now that she had the sweet rolls it was time to find Garrus, after she dragged him all the way from Cheydinhal to Skingrad it was only right he get something out of it.

The roads were narrow between the tall stone buildings that arched above them. She weaved through their hustle and bustle. The street widened out into a fork, forward continued to more buildings and to the left, a statue of a horseman. There gazing up at the statue she found Garrus.

Catching her from the corner of his eye he turned and beamed at her.

She couldn’t help but smile back.

“I have a surprise for you,” he said as she walked up.

“So do I!” She stopped, both their smiles falling at the sweet rolls in the other’s hands. Looking back up at the other’s face they gave laughing smiles.

“I suppose we had the same idea,” he shifted.

She shrugged. “It’s a good idea.” His smile looked forced, he seemed to feel awkward, she didn’t know why and it was making her feel awkward too. “Well… this one’s yours,” she held one out and they swapped, both laughing a little. She noticed he only held one. “Did you already eat yours?”

“I uh,” he glanced down, “I don’t know how much money this trip will end up costing so I only bought one for you.”

“Oh…” she looked to her second one.

“You can keep it.”

“Nah, lets split it later.”

“No, you bought it for yourself, you can have it.”

She walked passed him. “One and a half sweet rolls is still more than I planned on getting.”

He tilted his head, he supposed that was true. Turning he saw her sitting on the round base of the statue. He looked startled. “Are you allowed to sit there?”

“I don’t see anyone guarding it.” Pulling the pack off her shoulders and beside her she rifled through it.

“What if you get in trouble?”

“Then you can just arrest me.”

He looked around before going over to sit beside her.

Finding a small cloth she wrapped up one of the rolls and put it in her pack. She then turned all her attention to the one in her hand, closing her eyes as she took a bite, savoring its sweet spice.

“Mmm!”

She looked to Garrus who was looking at his sweet roll surprised.

“They really are better in Skingrad.”

“Salmo’s sweet rolls are famous for a reason.”

“Perhaps we should get more of these before we leave.”

Her smile widened. “Does Cheydinhal have its own desserts?” She took another bite.

“There’s the thirty layer cake.”

She had to quickly swallow the bite. “Thirty layers?”

“They’re thin.”

“Why would you ever need thirty layers?!”

“No, they’re very thin, it isn’t much taller than a regular cake.”

“Oh… I’m having a hard time picturing it,” she gave a smirk, “I think I’ll have to see it for myself.” The smile turned more genuine. “Is it good?” She took a smaller bite.

“I haven’t got to try one, they’re expensive.”

The smile fell. “Oh.”

“I like the spiced root cake the Dunmer make, and there’s one made from something called marshmerrow, it’s a little too sweet for me but I think you’d like it.”

“I’ll have to try them next time I’m in town.”

“I’m also quite fond of the bread they make out of yams, though,” he lowered his voice, “I’ve been afraid to try it with scrib jelly.”

“What’s that?”

“…Maybe when you’re done with your sweet roll.”

Her brows rose.

As they continued eating she looked around, gaze catching on the red leaves of a nearby tree, its branches bobbing slightly.

He stared out at the street. “I have been trying to learn more about Dunmer culture, and not judge things that are different too quickly.”

She smirked to him. “Except for scrib jelly?”

“Well some things are easier to respect from afar.”

“Ah.”

“It is admirable though, because not much grows in the ashlands they have to find food elsewhere and they managed to get multiple food types out of something others wouldn’t see as such, they’re survivors, no matter the situation you put them in.”

She furrowed her brows. “I really don’t want to know what a scrib is, do I?”

“No.” Tearing a piece off his sweet roll he rolled it between his fingers. “I hope that learning more about them will help me be a better guard to them, like you said, at the very least, perhaps I’ll be a better man.”

Her smile lessened but turned more genuine. “You are a good guard.”

“I hope so, protecting everyone is why I became a guard in the first place.” Eating the bite his eyes lit up. He turned to her. “Does the Merchant Inn still make those blackberry tarts?”

“What?” She blinked, brain taking a second to keep up with the sudden topic change.

“I use to get them sometimes when I was training in the Imperial City.”

“Um…” she glanced off, thinking, before turning back to him. “I don’t know, I’ll check. If they do I’ll bring you some, unless they wouldn’t stay good… Maybe I’ll just have to bring you there,” she smirked.

“Hopefully that can be soon,” he turned back to his sweet roll.

She looked surprised. Did he mean he wanted the tarts soon or did he like her dragging him places? She looked away as she couldn’t contain the grin spreading across her face.

Turning back to him she saw he was staring at his dessert, the same awkward look as when she gave it to him. Seemed whatever had been bothering him never really went away. “What’s wrong?”

“I am grateful, truly, but since I wanted to surprise you didn’t know what I was doing and bought some too.”

“So now we have three sweet rolls,” she was confused as to how this was a problem.

“I just feel bad you had to pay for two.”

“Oh…” she glanced off with a smirk, “don’t worry about that.”

#tes oc #oblivion fanfiction #oblivion #the elder scrolls #tes #hero of kvatch #garrus darelliun #fanfiction #my writing #lecrinn #thiefguard #i don't think i like how they're talking about dunmer culture #it feels off to me #i do like the last line though #and though this scene might not be canon garrus liking ash yams is because it keeps cropping up in fics that don't get finished 😅#also when she says he's a good guard i thought it also said she looked sad because he didn't know how much that meant coming from her #but it's not there? or in my cut file? so apparently i didn't write it?#i think it would've been better with it #also their reactions to the thirty layer cake came from me reading about it on uesp and thinking the rich of cheydinhal had gone too far #and my mom pulling up a picture to show me that the layers are paper thin XD

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inkoherentwriting · 14 days

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another silly piece

@hannahcbrown hehehehe (inkies will do anything but write their actual fics) content warning for alcohol !

“Half of Chorrol has been to Cheydinhal then.” Reynald’s voice was steady despite the raucous noise in the background. “Including my brother. You’ve met him already-- Guilbert.”

Garrus nodded before sipping his ale in thought. (It was too loud to keep talking.)

He was a little impressed as well, frankly, with how calm Reynald was when he was sober. He had gotten a taste of the man’s rowdiness when he and his twin arrived at the tavern where he had been staying-- friends in tow, no less. It was like his own little party and he couldn’t help but feel slightly touched that they were all willing to help him and Lecrinn celebrate his birthday when it had suddenly snuck up on him during this visit to Chorrol.

But he was even more impressed with how Reynald handled other drunks. Garrus wasn’t one to judge people too harshly off-duty but as a lawman some quality of judgment resided within him thereof. And he was even less inclined to judge someone that the Jemane twins called a friend but well…

It was frankly embarrassing even for him. He had been watching Lecrinn line dancing with some of the citizens of Chorrol (Garrus vowed to remember all of their names later, when he wasn’t buzzed with alcohol himself…) when all of a sudden one of them had stumbled over and nearly collapsed onto Reynald’s lap. She was completely flushed in the face in a shade of pink (or red?) that complimented her copper-sheen hair well and made her look warm all over.

She had said something-- it had been too loud even moments before-- and Reynald’s eyes had shown surprise before he said something back. Garrus-- only in the interest of ensuring order on his birthday of course and no other reason-- leaned forward to listen and hopefully hear something.

Luckily (or unfortunately) for him, she did have more to say. “I love you..” Reynald seemed mildly uncomfortable to say the least-- but it was not over for him Garrus feared. Drunk and “in love” was a worrisome combination. “I love you so much…”

Garrus opened his mouth to suggest, perhaps, that this young miss go lay down and sleep out her feelings when she gave Reynald a sloppy kiss on his cheek. It was over as fast as it had begun and Reynald could only smile awkwardly at Garrus.

“I didn’t think we’d have the affectionate kind of drunks here tonight. What did she say--?” Garrus could not help himself. Too much of an inquisitorial nature, perhaps.

Reynald’s smile deepened to sheepish. “She called me Guilbert. She thought I was my brother… that wouldn’t have happened if she was sober. And Guilbert in all his wisdom still does not know she feels this way about him.”

Garrus had blinked, made a simple noise of affirmation, and then had said something about recalling seeing Guilbert in Cheydinhal before he had come to Chorrol as an awkward attempt to soothe Reynald’s nerves. In hindsight though maybe he should have asked more about Guilbert and his admirer. Something about their situation felt peculiarly familiar…

#inkywrites #elder scrolls oblivion #reynald jemane #garrus darelliun #oc: miraina #background thiefguard #also it's not miraina if she isn't cringe #i should make a ship name like thiefguard but honestly i just mostly feel bad for guilbert #pov you don't know a loser (affectionate) has a crush on you

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arimabari · 2 years

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@hannahcbrown asked: Garrus Darelliun from Oblivion?

disheveled young upstart in the city guard tries to keep his city in order.

#The Elder Scrolls #Oblivion #TES #Garrus Darelliun #My first request and it is a MAN??? A MAN wearing ARMOR??? how could you do this to me #/jk #hannahcbrown #I had Pheobus from Hunchback in my mind while drawing this #art

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nine-blessed-hero · 7 months

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@hannahcbrown Come get your girl - she's been wandering around my head, being adorable. (I doubt I'll ever write this out properly, but it's enough to have the bones out for now I think.)

[dividing line]

I had a dream last night where Lecrinn turned up in Cheydinhal, and she was either expected or Garrus had asked her to come. Garrus wanted her to come to the castle, but was being puckishly cagey about why - out of character, but not enough for her to be worried.

So he takes her into the kitchens, and in addition to the usual dunmer woman who's the head cook, there's a cobalt blue dunmer who looks very similar to the cook.

Garrus calls out, "Ser Omellian," and the dunmer turns. His eyes light on Lecrinn and he grins, saying, "Is this her?" After Garrus introducss Lecrinn, Talis says, "I would shake your hand in the cyrod style, but, ah-" he's up to his elbows in flour. Instead he gives a bow and says, "warm seas under warm skies, muthsera."*

Talis then presents them with a selection of pastries and some hot drink and says they're to taste test them for him, with a wink to Garrus. They take the tray and Garrus steers them to a small table.

Garrus explains that Ser Omelian is a Big Deal in the Imperial City and when the Count heard he was here, convinced him to provide dessert for dinner tonight. Garrus chuckles, saying, "He's come a long way from making mud pies and calling it chocolate."

Lecrinn asks then if they know each other? Yes, they grew up together, Garrus says, as much as a mer and a human can grow together**. He urges her to try the pastries - ser Omelian's reputation is well deserved.

So she does - and they're some of the most delectable things she's ever tasted! She does that "eyes rolls so far back in one's head that one's eyes close" thing, and when she opened them again, she finds Garrus looking at her with intense fondness. There are blushes, and fluttering lashes, and sips of tea taken to hide them.

They continue eating. A little pot of clotted cream*** has been provided with one of the pastries, and Garrus has managed to get this on his cheek. Lecrinn giggles, and wipes it off in a tender gesture.

In the background, Talis' mother notices the two lovebirds, and starts to sing something soft and sweet in dunmeris as she cooks. Talis joins in on the harmony, and offers Garrus a wink in the time he can spare to look away from Lecrinn.

[dividing line]

I'm usually terrible at romance, but this was just too cute not to share. Clearly my subconscious knows better than I do 😉️🧡️

(* I know this isn't quite right, but I can't remember the correct phrase - it's one of the things that the NPCs in Morrowind say to you if you're of high renown, same way they say "wealth beyond measure, outlander)¹

(** how do mers age in TES? Is this accurate? Who knows!)

(*** I don't care if it's not lore friendly - clotted cream is the most delectable cream in existence. This is a hill I will die on)²

(¹ Edit: I found the phrase it should be "Under sun and sky, outlander. We greet you warmly." Eh I was close)

(² Turns out that clotted cream made from sheep or goats milk (which Cyrodiil seems to have most of) is called ashta. Everyday's a learning day...)

#hero of kvatch #Garrus Darelliun #tes oblivion #The Elder Scrolls #thiefguard #writing #TESFic #oblivion fanfiction #oblivion fanfic #wandering words

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failingeconomics · 10 months

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Garrus Darelliun in low shy? 👉👈

a blonde boy doin' what blonde boys do!

thank you so much for the submission!! i had a lot of fun drawing him. i had a bit of trouble figuring out the shade of his eyes, but seeing as they were fairly light i settled on a blue-ish green-ish hue. hope u don't mind!

to all the other folks on tesblr: please help me fill up this emotion board with your favourite/least favourite, "god i hope they die, i want to see them suffer and burn" elder scrolls characters!

#the elder scrolls #tes oblivion #garrus darelliun #art challenge #failingeconomics' posts

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katastronoot · 10 months

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Another commission finished :)

@hannahcbrown’s hok Lecrinn and Garrus Darelliun <3

#oil pastel #tes #traditional art #elder scrolls #fantasy art #colored pencil #oblivion #character art #art commission #commission

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cyberpunkpizzaman · 1 year

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Oblivion: Radiant AI Follow-Up

I wrote a post recently about coming back to Oblivion, and how many of the game’s quests seem designed to highlight one system in particular: Radiant AI.* I’ve been playing the game a bit more since then and have a few examples to share.

This is a pretty typical example; meet this character in this place at this time. Fairly cut-and-dried, but still a way to highlight the game’s awareness of time. If you’re early, you’ll also see Garrus Darelliun** making his way to the inn - he doesn’t just teleport there the way he might in other RPGs.***

On a more interesting note, we have the Dark Brotherhood quest “Accidents Happen”. Unlike Skyrim’s early assassination missions, each Oblivion quest has a cohesive storyline and, often, some special quirk or interaction. In this case, we need to kill a man and make it look like an accident by sneaking into a crawl-space within his home and dropping a stuffed head onto him.

To pull this off, we need to wait for him to settle in for his 3-hour relaxation session in his favorite chair, avoid his bodyguard, and sneak out again after his unfortunate accident. So not only do we have a scripted set of behavior running on a loop (every night between these hours he will sit in that chair), but also a special animation and interaction built into his home. And! Because criminal action is tracked systemically, there needs to be an exclusion for this particular quest where loosening the fastenings kills our target but in no way counts as us killing the target.

There’s a lot going on in this quest and it feels like a particularly neat example of the Radiant AI system in action.

On a separate-but-related note, I’ve recently started playing Skyrim again on a heavily-modded save. Might share some takeaways from that in the near future!

* All links to the games mentioned in this article are Humble Bundle affiliate links; I get a small portion of any purchase made after using them.

** I’m like 90% sure this is a Mass Effect 1 reference, especially considering that Garrus here is a member of the Cheydinhal City Watch. Need to check the dates though…

*** I’ve checked the dates and it might actually be the opposite if there’s any connection at all - Mass Effect 1 came out the next year.

#gaming #game design #jack-wrote #oblivion #the elder scrolls #elder scrolls #ai

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cactuarkitty · 7 years

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Human Garrus is real. 😍

#elder scrolls #elder scrolls oblivion #oblivion #mass effect #garrus vakarian #garrus darelliun #my new unofficial oblivion bf lmao

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meloblivion · 5 years

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Garrus Darelliun with melons

#oblivion #tes #bethesda #gaming #pc games

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forged-through-trials · 3 years

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Ruin and I legged back toward the entrance to Kerrach. There was found the Ayleid King, as well as all of the other ghosts I’d helped along this journey. I approached the king, and presented him with the white crystal. Ayleid King: “...You have it... champion... I can feel it... the Heart of Kerrach... give it to me... yes, YES!” Trials: “Why do you talk like that?” Ayleid King: “In... life... I had... a strOOOOOke.” Trials: “...well, sorry about that. Do go on.” Ayleid King: “We... are free... my people... free at last... Dagon’s spawn thrown down... thanks to our champion... our savior...” Trials: “...” I flushed, covering my face in embarrassed humility. Ayleid King: He held the crystal in his hands. “...I feel the Heart pulsing... it calls to me... to us... to all my people... we must go now to our reward...” Ruin: “Your reward?” Ayleid King: “Our reward is... to die the final death... to sleep forever... It has been so long... too long... We wish for peace...” Ruin: “I cannot imagine your torment. But you will have your peace at last.” Ayleid King: “...But you... our champion... your reward is not that... your reward is different...” Trials: “I...” I hesitated for a moment. “I don’t need a reward.” Ayleid King: “...Once... when Kerrach... was green... and the waters... flowed... bright and blue... when birds sang... in the trees... Then I would have given you... jewels... and riches... power... but no longer... now all I have... is the Sigil of Kerrach... symbol of my people... please... take it... it will help you... as it has helped me... these many ages... take it... and remember us...” Trials: “...” Reluctantly, I accepted the ring. Ayleid King: “...And now... champion... there is one... last task... to perform... for Kerrach...” Trials: “...anything. Name it, and I’ll do it.” Ayleid King: “...To watch our joyous death... to watch our passing... and to remember... us... there are no others now... remember us... “...We go now... to our reward... follow us... to the sacred well... and farewell...” The ghosts of Kerrach vanished one by one, fading from this room. When all of them had disappeared, Ruin and I rushed over toward the great well as instructed, as I was eager to offer that last service to these poor ghosts.

We arrived just in time. The formerly enslaved ghosts arranged themselves around the well, and the Ayleid King bathed the Heart of Kerrach crystal into the light-column over the well. The ritual had begun, and the king spoke words, which I didn’t understand, but I presumed that I was hearing the words of the ancient Ayleid language... which raised all kinds of questions about where these ghosts learned to speak Cyrodiilic. As the ritual commenced, and the Ayleid King spoke his long-forgotten words, pillars of light shot out from the statue of El-Ataran, and one by one, the ghosts that I had rescued vanished in brilliant bursts of light, starting at the far left from where I was facing the well, then the one to the furthest right, then the one to the inner right, then the one to the inner left, now leaving only the king himself. He spoke some final words in his ancient tongue, and as he vanished in the final burst of light, I felt that feeling of being squeezed through a tube of ice, and Ruin and I quickly found ourselves outside of Breakneck Lair. It was night, exceedingly late, and we both were tired as hell. Yet, I felt good. Sure, the Ayleids, in life, were bad guys--slavers!--but even they didn’t deserve slavery. After thousands of years under the torment of the Dremora, they’d more than paid the price for their crimes. It was more than time for them to go free, and I was happy to be the one to finally send them to their rest. And I am happy to be the one to carry the memory of Kerrach, as the king had requested. The last living reminder of a forgotten city and people.

Of course, it being nearly 3AM when we got out of there, we had to hike back to town through the dark to get our own rest. The following day, Ruin and I made the rounds to the shops, selling off the loot we’d plundered from Kerrach. That eventually brought us back to Mach-Na’s Books. While browsing her wares and offering my own, I remembered what she’d said the day before, about the local guards shaking her down. I asked if she could elaborate on the situation. Mach-Na: “Ever since Ulrich Leland took over the Captain of the Guard post, this city’s gone downhill. It’s getting almost scary to walk the streets.” Trials: I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Really, a Captain!? I guess we’re going to have to track down two witnesses to the Emperor picking his nose if we wanna oust him.” Ruin: “That’s still bugging you, isn’t it? Well, perhaps because this is not the Imperial City, the laws might be a little more lax this far out east. “But ma’am, go on. How has the situation deteriorated since Leland became Captain?” Mach-Na: “The guards have imposed new, ridiculously heavy fines for every infraction under the sun! They almost seem to make up laws just for charging fines.” Trials: “Really? Like what?” Mach-Na: “It is considered an offense to shower naked. “Stepping on a coin will be punished by a flogging. “Eating a neighbor’s baby is strictly forbidden--” Trials: “I would hope that last one would be illegal!” Mach-Na: “And lastly, it is illegal to die inside the town limits.” Trials: “Good luck collecting on that one.” Mach-Na: “If you can’t pay the fine, they can take your property away or toss you in the castle dungeon. Nothing we can do about it, really. “If you’re interested, go talk to Llevana Nedaren. She seems the most outspoken against Ulrich and his new fines.”

Ruin and I were on the case, and went seeking “Llevana Nedaren” as instructed. We found her near the town graveyard, and I got her attention, and spoke to her. Llevana: “You seem far too nice to be one of Ulrich’s men. What can I do for you?” Trials: “Well, you might say we’re investigating Leland’s administration. What can you tell us about the new fines he’s imposed?” Llevana: “Don’t even get me started! That madman won’t be satisfied until everyone in town is dead broke! Or in jail. I’m sure he’s just lining his pockets with the gold of the good citizens of Cheydinhal. “Take my good friend, ‘Aldos Othran,’ for example. In the last moth, he’s been fined six times! All for being drunk and disorderly.” Ruin: “Umm, was he?” Llevana: “Have you ever gone past a guard barracks? When are the not ‘drunk and disorderly’?? What kind of a stupid fine is that!?” Ruin: “That’s... not really how the law--” Trials: “’Rules for thee, not for me.’ Preachin’ to the choir, there, Sister.” Ruin: “...” He sighed. “Well, what became of your friend?” Llevana: “Well, Aldos couldn’t pay the last two fines, so they seized his home and threw him into the street until he could pay it. Bastards!” Trials: Sardonically. “You know, because being homeless is just so conducive to making money.” Ruin: “Trials, you’re homeless, and you have--” Trial: I immediately covered Ruin’s mouth. “Ruin, please don’t say out loud how much gold I have in a town where the guards are actively shaking people down for money.” Ruin: He brushed my hand aside, turning to Llevana once more. “Is there anyone who can help? The Count, perhaps?” Llevana: “The Count? He could care less about our plight. As long as the roast suckling pig is delivered to his feast-table, he’s as happy as can be. “But now that you mention it, there’s one man who seems to care; ‘Garrus Darelliun,’ second-in-command of the town guard. I hear he isn’t happy with Ulrich. I’m not sure if there’s anything he can do, but you might try speaking to him. He can be found roaming the County Hall of the castle most of the time.”

Thusly tipped off, we made for the castle, whereupon we saw the Count holding court. Garrus was in attendance. I thought briefly of speaking to Count Indarys himself, but after the experience in the Imperial City, and in Skingrad, I knew going to the top wouldn’t get me very far. Instead, we spoke to Garrus as instructed, once we were able to get him alone. Garrus: “What do you want?” Trials: “Hey, we’re kind of new in town, but we’ve been hearing some rumors about guard-corruption, and I was wondering if we could speak to you about it?” Garrus: “It appears you’ve spoken to Llevana, from the sound of it. I know she sounds like a raving madwoman, but she isn’t far from the truth. Ulrich is definitely up to something.” Ruin: “What makes you suspect him?” Garrus: “While Ulrich keeps his quarters locked, I’ve managed to get a glimpse inside once. The things he has in there could never be purchased on a Captain’s salary. At first I thought maybe he was from wealthy stock, but many of the goods have been delivered recently.” Trials: “Agreed, that sounds super sus’. So, why don’t we just skip the ‘two witnesses to Ulrich scratching his butt’ step and go straight to the Count?” Garrus: “I’d love to bring him to task in front of Count Indarys, but I dare not without a solid witness that will speak against him.” Trials: Sardonically. “Oh? Only one witness needed? How novel. “Anyway, Llevana seems ready to scream her head off about Ulrich at any opportunity. How about we get her to testify?” Garrus: “Honestly, she’s never done anything to be fined or get into trouble... yet. The person I’d love to bring in as a witness is Aldos Othran... that is, if we can sober him up for five minutes! “I haven’t approached him myself, as Ulrich has eyes everywhere--” Trials: “It sounds like it’s more than just Ulrich who is in on this. AGAB continues to be my Watch-Words.” Garrus: “...’Assigned Goose at Birth’?” Trials: “...” I shook my head. “No it means...” I thought better of it. “Never mind. I get it, we’re new in town, so Ulrich won’t be watching out for us. We’ll see if we can talk to Aldos for you. Where can we find him?” Garrus: “Aldos is living on the street now that his house has been seized. I begged Ulrich to give him more time, but he wouldn’t! “It shouldn’t be hard to find Aldos. Just follow the smell of stale mead.” Ruin: “That may just lead us back to Trials.” Trials: “Hey! I drink fresh mead!” Garrus: “One last word of warning; beware of Ulrich. I wouldn’t confront him at this time, as he’ll surely have you thrown in jail. And I’m sure I don’t need to tell you the consequences if you choose to strike him down. Even if Ulrich doesn’t do things by the letter of the law, I do.” Trials: “Ya know that sticking to ‘the letter of the law’ is what’s allowing Ulrich to get away with all this, right? And what ‘law’ says; ‘when in doubt, hire some drunk lizard to do ninety-percent of the legwork for you?’“ Garrus: “It’s right here, on page forty-two.” He offered me his guardsman’s handbook. Trials: I look into the book, finding the relevant passage immediately. “Huh... well I’ll be damned.” Garrus: “Why do you think the Empire tolerates adventurers in the first place? I mean, other than because one seems to save the world every few years?”

Once we were back on the street, we noticed this guard standing in front of a house. I assumed that must’ve been Aldos Othran’s former home. With no better leads, I decided to chat up the guard to see if he could point me toward Aldos. Guard: “I’m sorry, no one except the Cheydinhal City Guard are allowed inside this home. Due to outstanding fines owed to the city, Aldos Othran’s property has been seized and is now sealed until further notice.” Trials: “Ho, Class-Traitor. I was wondering if you could pull those jackboots off of the neck society long enough to point me in the direction of the previous owner of this newly stolen property.” Guard: He scowled. “Hey, I don’t need this sass. I’m just doing my job!” Trials: I waved a hand in front of my face with disgust. “Oooph, and which part of your job forbids you from dental hygiene? Just because I know you’ve been huffing your own farts doesn’t mean your breath needs to actually smell like it.” Guard: “Yeah... well...” He attempted a Speech-roll. “You’re... your hair is stupid!” [ Failed. ] Trials: I smirked knowingly. “Uh-huh, yeah, I’m sure your mother was very proud when you flunked out of the Fighters Guild and took this position as a consolation prize. I can’t imagine how stressful it is to guard an empty building all day. I’m sure Ulrich only sends his best for jobs like this! “Now could you please point that guar-butt you call a mouth away from me and tell me where I can find Aldos Othran?” Guard: “...” He scowled all the harder. “I’m going to talk to Ulrich and have him make back-talking a City Guardsman a fineable offense!” Trials: “Sure, hell, I got the coin to pay to dis you all day. How’s it feel to know some drunk lizard makes more in a day than you do in a year? But man-oh-man, imagine carrying a big sword on your hip and being that insecure. Sorry, can’t relate!” Guard: Visibly fuming. “Just... just get out of my face, lizard! Othran is in the alley to the left.” Ruin: “...did you really have to be so rude to him?” Trials: “I didn’t have to be, but I wanted to be, and when nine-times-out-of-ten I wind-up doing these chumps’ job for them, and the tenth-time-out-of-ten I wind-up cleaning up their corruption, I’m going to take every opportunity I can to rub their noses in it.”

By the City Wall, we finally found the Elf himself; Aldos Othran. Aldos: Singing. “Flyyyyyy, flying in the skyyyyy! Cliff-Racer fly soooooo hiiiiiiiigh! Flyyyyy!” Trials: “...ugh, please don’t remind me of those vile creatures. I still have nightmares of them chasing me across Lord Dres’ plantation.” Aldos: Slurred. “...wh-who’re you?” Ruin: He fanned away the air in front of his face and looked disgusted. “...Garrus really wasn’t kidding about the stale mead.” Trials: “Hey, we were wondering if we could talk to you about testifying against Ulrich Leland?” Aldos: “Ha! That stupid s’wit!? Throw me out of my home, will he?” Trials: “Well, uh, we’re working on getting your house back. We just need you to--” Aldos: “I’ll show him a thing or two about messing with an Othran!” Trials: “Okay, fine, just ignore me. I’ll be here when you finish raving.” Aldos: “All I did was fall down, sure. Maybe even vomited on the floor of the tavern. Charge me six times, Ulrich...? Charge me, you fetcher!?” Ruin: “That does sound like it ought to be up to he owner of the tavern to charge you.” Trials: “Six times! What, did they charge you per chunk you blew?” Aldos: “Well, I’m not standin’ for this any more. You, come with me and I’ll show you what the Othrans can do when their backs are to the wall!” Trials: “...I have a bad feeling about this.”

Aldos stormed off after that. Ruin and I gave chase, following him back toward his old home, where he immediately confronted the guard out front of it. Aldos: “This is my house! Get out of the way... move, I say!” Guard: “Sir, this property has been seized by his lordship, the Count of Cheydinhal. Leave immediately.” Trials: “Oh, Aldos, I don’t think this is a good ide--” Aldos: “I said move! Or by my ancestors I’ll put you on the ground with a split lip!” Trials: “Aldos, antagonize the guard, but don’t threaten him!” Ruin: “Actually, don’t antagonize him, either.” Guard: “Sir, I must warn you that threatening a city guardsman is an offense punishable by a fine of no less than 50 gold. Pay, or be jailed!” Trials: “...I don’t think you understand what a ‘warning’ is. Hint; it doesn’t include an ‘or else.’” Aldos: “You s’wit! How dare you! Ulrich be damned! He can take his fine and stuff it up his backside!” Trials: “As much as I appreciate that burn, you’re just diggin’ yourself deeper, Aldos.” Guard: “You’ve been warned. You are now under arrest. Please come with me.” Trials: I stomped my foot. “Look, bootlicker, I’ll pay his fine, just leave the man al--” Aldos: “I’ll go nowhere with you, fetcher! Nowhere!”

Guard: “Sir, I must inform you that dying within the city limits is an offense--” Trials: “You killed him, you bastard!” Guard: “You saw what happened. I had no choice! Aldos attacked first, and I had to defend myself.” Trials: “He came at you with a rusty butter-knife! That thing wouldn’t cut scrib-jelly!” Guard: “If you don’t like it, take it up with Ulrich.” Trials: I narrowed my eyes at him. “You know, one day honest citizens are going to stand up to you crooked guardsmen!” Guard: He gasped, looking panicked. “They are!? Oh no! H-have they set a date?” Trials: I rolled my eyes. “Oh, so you’re a murdering thug and an idiot. Good to know.”

This was a fine mess to find myself in. Our key-witness was dead, and I had to bring the grim news to Llevana. She was Aldos’ best friend, so I’m sure she’d want to know what happened to him. I found her in her home, which was right next to Aldos’ former home. Llevana: Deadpan. “Oh no. They killed him? I can’t believe this.” Trials: “You don’t sound very broken up about it. I thought you were his best friend?” Llevana: “Although there is no change in my patrician facade, I can assure you my heart is breaking. “I’d grown to become fond of him. I wanted to take him into my house, but I was afraid. Now look what’s become of him.” Trials: “Aww, you wanted to be the next ‘Mrs. Othran’.” Llevana: With anger slowly boiling to the surface. “There are no more options left! Ulrich must be dealt with, and actions speak louder than words!” Trials: I blinked in surprise. “Whoa, that escalated quickly!” Llevana: “Dark elves come in two modes; drunk, and angry. And sometimes angry-drunk!” Trials: “Preachin’ to the choir, there, sister.” Llevana: “Now, you must do something for me! Go tell Ulrich that I have some information that incriminates him. Tell him to come alone, or he won’t get it. Then lead him here, and I’ll do the rest.” Ruin: “That seems like a rather obvious trap, madam. Are you certain Ulrich would fall for it?” Trials: “He might. If guardsmen were smart, they wouldn’t need me to solve ninety-nine percent of their problems for them.” Ruin: “Are you actually thinking of going along with this plan?” Trials: “Why not? Ulrich’s a bastard, and with our key-witness dead, what’re the chance’s he’ll ever see justice otherwise?” Ruin: “This does not sound like you, my friend. I think we should consult Garrus first before we make any rash decisions. He may be able to help us through the proper channels.” Trials: I sighed. “Fine, but only as a favor to you, Ruin. We’ll talk to Garrus first, but if he asks me to pull two more witnesses out of my butt, I’m going to punch him in the nose!”

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The First WIP Wednesday of the Year!

Thanks for the tag, @inkysqueed!

Tagging: @babyblueetbaemonster, @druidx, @inkysqueed again, @katastronoot, and @nostalgic-breton-girl (or any of your accounts)

I currently don't have access to my files because my laptop's battery and cord both went kaput. I could wait till the new ones arrive tomorrow, but nah. I still had to write somehow, so I've been writing in my drafts, I might as well just share one of those. XD

(But that's why the formatting is different.)

So here's Lecrinn and Garrus and my explanation for something in-game.

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"Why don't you sleep in the captain's quarters?"

"I just..." his gaze trailed down.

She looked annoyed, having a feeling she knew where this was going.

"I don't want a nicer bed than everyone else."

She was right. "You work harder than everyone else."

"Well... I suppose, yes, but-"

"Those shoulders," she poked one, "carry the weight of the world, they deserve a nice comfy bed to collapse into at the end of the day."

He considered. "The pauldrons do grow heavy."

"Mhm," she drug out with a hopeful smile.

Gaze shifting to her, he couldn't help smiling a little. "All right, I'll think about it."

Hers fell a little. "Thinking about it" could easily turn into "forgetting about it." Her lips pulled back up into a smirk. She'd just have to come back soon to check on him.

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hannah-heartstrings · 22 days

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Local Rule

Some of the Cheydinhal Guards explain an unusual rule to a new recruit.

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Stepping out of the barracks and into the dim morning light, Fairwyn crossed the courtyard where Garrus was already talking to a young redguard.

“You’ll be joining my second in command to patrol the town, to help you get to know Cheydinhal.” Hearing steps, he glanced back. “Ah, here she is now. Fairwyn, this is the new recruit, Atticus.”

With a wide smile, he saluted her. “I’m at your command, ma’am.”

“Sir,” Garrus corrected.

“Sorry, sir,” he looked nervous.

She remained stoic. “At ease.”

He dropped his hand.

“I can take it from here,” she looked to Garrus.

His voice softened. “Just go easy on him?”

“I only whip into shape when necessary, sir.”

“Thank you.”

She gave a quick smile before he walked away.

“So,” Atticus looked eager, “where to first?”

She held up a finger as she watched Garrus disappear down the path.

He looked confused.

Marcus slid up beside Fairwyn. “Is he gone?”

“He’s gone,” she turned back to the recruit who was now scared. “There’s something you’re going to need to know, that they wouldn’t have told you in the Imperial City, a… local rule. It’s important that you know it but also that you don’t tell the captain about it.”

He raised a brow.

“There’s a girl who comes around every so often, Lecrinn.”

“A Hero of Kvatch,” Marcus added.

“We’ll point her out to you when we see her, but whenever we do see her we have to make sure the captain is off duty.”

“Wha-” his lips pursed in confusion, “why?”

Marcus smirked. “Well, she’ll make sure he is either way, it’s easiest if you’re on her side, like how you don’t sail against a storm.”

“And if we do, he’s less stressed and she closes more Oblivion gates,” she said plainly, Marcus adding, “But mostly we’ve just all gotten attached to the two of them.”

His gaze shifted from one to the other. “Are you two hazing me?”

He narrowed his eyes, annoyed. “She won’t let me haze you.”

��I assure you we are being completely serious; it’ll make sense when you meet her.”

Atticus looked uneasy at that.

“I’ll brief you on the procedures later but I wanted you to know about it in case she shows up before I get to.”

“There…” his worried confusion grew, “are procedures?”

“Well of course, you can’t just rearrange shifts at random,” she flicked a glance at Marcus, “that’s chaos.”

“Hey, I had to get him to stop working somehow, and she was right there offering, so.”

She turned to him with a flat glare. “It was a security risk.”

“So was he! I thought the man was going to spontaneously combust!”

“You left the castle gate unguarded for thirty minutes.”

“Nothing happened.”

“How would you know?” Her shoulders rose as she leaned towards him. “No one was guarding it!”

Atticus slowly raised a hand. “Um…”

They looked at him.

He waved the hand nervously. “Aren’t we not guarding right now?”

Straightening, Fairwyn quickly regained her composure. “Technically our shift doesn’t start till the bell rings, which I’d say is in another…” squinting, she glanced up, “7 minutes.”

Marcus lowered his brows, tone flattening. “She has it all figured out, trust me, you can’t get away with anything with her around.”

Her lips curled slightly in subtle pride.

Atticus gave a slow nod, still nervous. “May I ask a question?”

“Of course,” she said, “I appreciate questions from new recruits.”

“How has the captain not noticed you’re all doing this?”

Marcus smirked. “For that he’d have to be able to see anything else when she was around.”

Fairwyn’s serious demeanor finally broke with a barely held laugh.

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