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Re: At my Feet (R)
By: Elisabeth Hollow Date: May 22, 2014, 2:00 pm
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Thank you! I guess ou don't remember reading this chapter on the
other site, huh? XD I do like the feedback though!
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Re: At my Feet (R)
By: McBadgere Date: May 22, 2014, 4:23 pm
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Um...*Shuffles feet and blushes*...
I never read any of it... :-\ ...
Sadly, I think it was all posting when I left that time...And
then I could never get my brain back into it...
If I don't comment on any for a while...It doesn't mean I'm not
reading them...I just sometimes - as with these lately - don't
have time to say stuff about them...But I am reading them...
Now that I've figured out the notify thing... :D ...
It is awesome stuff...
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Re: At my Feet (R)
By: Elisabeth Hollow Date: May 22, 2014, 5:23 pm
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Ouch, dude! Don't make me hide Easter eggs in my stories lol
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Re: At my Feet (R)
By: Elisabeth Hollow Date: May 24, 2014, 8:32 am
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Samara sat on her cold floor for an hour, staring at her birth
certificate. Her tears had stopped long before she got up. Her
achy legs groaned in protest as the static in her legs
dissipated slightly at the movement. She wasn't going to take
this sitting down. Or sober. Right as she reached for a bottle
of wine, a knock startled her, making her let out an involuntary
gasp.
'He's back for more,' she thought angrily. 'That bastard is
gonna die.' She flung the door open, her mouth poised to deliver
an angry retort that never came. A timid-looking Breton girl
with large green eyes and white-blonde hair blinked up at her.
She looked even more frightened when she saw Samara's face.
"I, uhm, I'm here to look at your arm."
Samara frowned. "I can't afford a healer. Go away." She slammed
the door in the girl's face. She sat down and yanked the cork
off the bottle and guzzled half its contents before hearing
another timid knock. She threw the door open again to see the
same girl.
"I've already been paid. If I don't heal you, I'll have to give
the money back."
"Who paid for you?"
"I don't know. Some rich-looking man came into the temple and
demanded the most skilled healer. They pushed me forward, and he
paid me a lot of money. More than the standard amount for a
healing. That makes me worry. What's wrong wit your arm?" Her
timid look was replaced by one of concern, and she reached for
Samara's arm. Samara rolled her eyes and let the girl undress
her arm after taking out out of the splint.
"It's broken. Someone broke into my house and broke my wrist
when I tried to get them to leave. Come inside."
The healer looked up at Samara as she walked in. She was a small
thing, a whole head shorter than Samara, who was unusually tall
for a Breton, but not as tall as a Nord. If it weren't for her
keeping her blonde locks in a messy bun, Samara would've thought
her a Bosmer.
"I hate to ask, but it's necessary. Did the thief, uh..." She
hesitated for a moment. Samara raised her brow.
"Did he take something from you besides, uh, worldly
possessions?"
"Hmm?"
"I mean, uh, did he touch you, and you did not like it?"
"Are you asking if he raped me?"
The healer turned red. "Yes, I'm so sorry! I just graduated from
the University and I'm not really trained in asking these sorts
of questions!"
"You better learn. Wait, JUST graduated? How old are you?!"
"Twenty-seven."
"You're older than me!"
"Bretons age well. I still look young, don't I? How old did you
think I was?"
"Not twenty-seven! Maybe sixteen?"
The healer laughed. "No!" She stuck out her right hand. "I'm
Blanche deLion. And you are?"
Samara awkwardly shook Blanche's hand with her left hand,
earning an embarrassed look from the healer.
"Samara Sage. So, is this going to hurt?"
"A little. Just sit on the bed. You'll feel itching, aching,
twinges, stabs, and shooting pains, but that's a part of the
healing process. I feel it's best to hold a conversation whilst
healing. Helps distract you." She inspected Samara's bruised and
swollen arm, frowning.
"Take a deep breath, and let it out slowly." Blanche instructed,
and when Samara obeyed, a stabbing pain made her flinch when she
exhaled. Blanche's warm hand gently held her elbow.
"I know. Tell me about yourself. Did you grow up here?"
Samara winced. "Yeah. Grew up in the orphanage."
"You don't say. Did you like it?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I had sticky fingers."
Blanche shot Samara an amused look. "I see. I suppose that's how
you ended up on the Waterfront?"
Samara shot her a hard look. "Not everyone here is a thief, you
know."
Blanche looked up and saw the angry look on Samara's face. "I'm
sorry," she stammered. "I didn't mean-"
"No, you did mean. But I don't blame you. I'm sure everyone
thinks that. How many people on the Waterfront went to your
University?"
"Uhhh..."
"Thought so. Did you ever wonder why?"
"Lack of skill, I'd assume."
"How much did your tuition cost you?" Samara asked coolly.
Blanche shrugged. "My mother paid for it. And when she passed, I
inherited her business and her savings."
"So you don't even know?"
Blanche shook her head. Samara gave her a wry smile.
"Let's just say I wasn't able to pay the tuition that was in the
thousands. So they told me I had to go to each Guild hall in
Cyrodiil, pass a test, and receive recommendations. Me. Even
though my skills lie in Illusion and Destruction, they wanted me
to travel everywhere, with no money for a carriage, no money to
buy spells, no money for lessons, nothing." She scoffed. "You
rich people have everything handed to you."
Blanche turned a little red in the face, but said nothing. The
edges of her small pink lips turned white as she pursed them
angrily. Samara remained oblivious and stared at her arm. The
bruising was lightening up, and she sighed.
"I thought you said this was going to hurt?"
"Usually it does. Usually they start crying right about now."
"I have a high pain tolerance, I guess." She sighed. "Look, I
didn't mean to get mad at you. It's not your fault you're rich.
I'm sorry about your mom, too."
"Don't be. She was a horrid woman." Blanche smiled up at her,
the gesture just barely reaching her eyes. The flash of sadness
wasn't lost on Samara, who looked away. She wanted to say
something comforting, but all that came out was, "So you're a
healer, huh?"
Blanche gave her an amused look and snorted. "Nah. I'm part of
the Fighter's Guild as a porter. I just do this in secret. The
Guilds get jealous of each other."
Samara laughed. "I'm really not as stupid as that question made
me sound."
Blanche laughed. "I hope not. That would be a bit sad." She
pulled her hands away and wiped her brow. Samara noticed for the
first time that there was perspiration on her face.
"Do you need some water?" She asked. Blanche shook her head.
"No, I'll be fine. It's just more difficult to heal bones than
it is to heal flesh wounds. I won't be ale to heal all of it
tonight. I can come back in the morning and check on it."
"How much is left?"
Blanche held Samara's arm tenderly in her hands, turning her
wrist gently over. "See that right there?" She pointed to a
swollen lump on the pulse of her wrist. "There's a small
hairline fracture right there. I'm going to give you a potion
that will heal the rest of it. Go ahead and let it air out for a
few hours, then wrap it up again." She yawned, covering her
mouth with a petite hand.
"Oh, excuse me! I better get back to my house. I've got to get
up early." She stood up and smiled down at Samara. "It was nice
meeting you. I'm sorry if I offended you."
"You're fine. You sure you want to head out now? It's awfully
late."
Blanche looked around, her lips pursed in disdain. "I'm sure."
"If you're drunk, it's not so bad." Samara shook the bottle, a
playful grin on her face. Blanche shook her head.
"I'd much rather take my chances outside. Besides, I have to be
at the Temple in the morning with a clear head. I appreciate the
offer, though." She gave Samara a quick nod before closing the
door behind her. Samara sighed and set the bottle down and
re-corked it.
"So much for company." She mumbled.
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Re: At my Feet (R)
By: McBadgere Date: May 30, 2014, 6:57 am
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Loved it!!...
That healer was a bit cute!!...Reminded me of Nell from
NCIS:LA...Google her, you'll see what I mean... ;D ...
Brilliant stuff...
Nice one!!...
*Applauds heartily*...
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Re: At my Feet (R)
By: Elisabeth Hollow Date: July 11, 2014, 11:58 am
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Samara jumped when Blanche slammed a book down near her head.
The redhead wobbled in her seat as she tried to keep herself
from falling backwards. When she regained her balance without
falling over, Blanche smiled.
"I knew you wouldn't fall. You're like a cat." She slid into the
seat next to Samara and opened her book. She pointed without
looking at the passage.
"Read this."
Samara leaned over. "I gasped softly as he caressed my inner
thigh- Blanche, what in the hells?!"
Blanche turned red as she yanked the book back. "Wrong book!
Stop laughing!"
Samara's arm had quickly healed, much to Blanche's surprise. The
morning after, she examined the taller woman's arm and
exclaimed, "Gods, you've got amazing regenerating ability!"
Followed by, "I'd love to do some tests." Followed by Samara
yanking her arm away and scolding the smaller Breton for
thinking of such things.
In spite of Blanche's hasty exit the night before, their
friendship blossomed quickly. Samara would make a trip to the
Temple nearly every day, squinting against the sun she rarely
saw before. Blanche was generous with her wealth, especially
towards Samara. Despite Jakben sending Samara replacement chairs
and a new table, as well as a soft bed with new spreading and
covers, Samara spent more time in Blanche's house in the safety
of the city.
The older blonde Breton pulled out the correct book, shooting a
scathing glance at the still-giggling redhead. She found the
passage she had meant to show Samara and pointed.
"I can't read." Samara said.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Blanche began to read aloud, then shot Samara
another dirty look.
"Fine, I'll read." She cleared her throat. "'Welkynd stones are
known to harness the power of magicka, though the supply is
limited. They offer magicka regeneration without the aid of
potions.' Doesn't that sound amazing?"
Samara nodded, looking at her fingernails. "Absolutely."
"I mean, that means no potion sickness!"
"Yep."
"I suck the marrow out of corpses."
"What?" Samara looked confused.
"What?" Blanche kept an innocent look on her face. Samara
lightly slapped Blanche's arm and clucked her tongue.
"I'm sorry, I'm just bored." Samara sighed. She looked at
Blanche and frowned.
"What's that look for?"
"We should get some Welkynd stones."
"What for?"
"Because! All I would have to do is absorb the stone's power,
and I wouldn't get sick."
"Yeah, but you'd be carrying a bunch of rocks around instead of
a bunch of potions."
"You're completely missing the point."
"I think you're missing MY point."
"So you won't help me?"
"Help you what?"
Blanche let out a groan of irritation as Samara laughed.
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"Tell me the plan again, Samara."
Around mid-day they reached the old ruins of Hrotanda Vale, just
above Chorrol. It had taken Blanche nearly a week to prepare,
going over scrolls, prepping spells, and buying Samara armor.
The trip to Chorrol had taken them a day by carriage, and
another day to for Blanche to mentally prepare herself. Samara
had held her hair several times as she vomited.
"We go in, I grab the stones beause I'm the thief, and you sit
back and watch because mages are lazy."
"Those weren't my words, but yes, that's the plan."Blanche
grumbled. "You'd think a Breton and Altmer mix would appreciate
the arcane a bit more."
"Nope." Samara snorted. She shot a cheesy smile at Blanche.
"You're too tense, Blanche. Things will be fine."
"No, several things could go wrong. The ruin could cave in, it
could be infested with bandits or worse, vampires!"
Samara sighed as Blanche continued to tick off disasters.
"You could break your leg, I could break MY leg, the floor
could-MMPH!"
"Shutup." Samara said as she put her hand over Blanche's mouth.
Blanche flailed and pinched the spot under Samara's arm, making
her screech.
"OW!" She was held back by a large, dark green hand. The Orsimer
easily separated the two young women, holding each by the collar
of their shirts or robes.
"I'm supposed to be muscle, not a babysitter!" The tusked Orc
grumbled. "Play nice!" He set them gently down on the ground, an
arm's length apart.
"I go in, I clear the place, and little miss nimble here
scurries up and grabs the stones."
"I'm glad you hired this ray of sunshine." Samara told Blanche.
"I'm sticking to the shadows."
"Darling, the whole place is gonna be a shadow, unless there's
bandits inside." The orc said, his words dripping with something
Samara couldn't identify. "The mage can stick by me. And when
we're getting back to Skingrad, I'm hiring a couple of funts to
spend my time with."
Blanche looked alarmed. "Treat them well. Just because you're
paying them doesn't mean they're not people too."
Shakh the Orc snorted. "Yeah, yeah. You sound like my mother."
"Your mother approves of prostitutes?"
"My mother approves of everything because she's dead. Can we get
inside already? You're making me want to kill things."
"Ugh." Blanche shook her head. "Petit cul."
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Re: At my Feet (R)
By: King Of Beasts Date: July 11, 2014, 1:33 pm
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[quote]Samara leaned over. "I gasped softly as he caressed my
inner thigh- Blanche, what in the hells?!"[/quote]
This part still cracks me up lol
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Re: At my Feet (R)
By: Elisabeth Hollow Date: July 18, 2014, 12:13 pm
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Thanks, KOB, lol
New chapter, not that anyone is reading it anymore XD
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"Well, this was a good idea." Samara said to Blanche, whom of
which was behind her. Blanche sighed.
"I told you I should worry." Blanche said with another sigh.
Samara rolled her eyes and lightly shook her head.
"This is simple and easy. Just let me grab a few stones, and
then we head out. No one gets hurt, no one dies."
"Then my pay will be for nothing." Rumbled the Orc, named Shakh,
in disappointment. "You didn't hire me to sit back and not do
anything. It wouldn't feel right taking your money. Let me go in
and kill them so they won't kill us first."
"Nonsense. I can use my magick against them." Blanche whispered.
The bandits in question were milling about the previously
abandoned ruin, sleeping on worn, weathered mats or leaning
against the white walls, conversing. In total, there were eight
of them, wearing mismatched armor. Some wore furs, some studded
leathers, and one had steel armor. Blanche peered out from
behind the wall they were hiding, most likely meant as a
latrine, judging from the stench emanating fro the buckets and
stools.
"Use your what?" Samara said, waving a glowing blue stone in
front of Blanche's face. The blonde Breton sputtered
uncharacteristically.
"How did you-"
"I'm THAT good." Samara boasted, a grin on her face. The Orc
wheezed a laugh. "That was good, for a thief."
"Hey!"
"Shhh!" Blanche shushed. One of the bandits perked up, pushing
himself off the ground and putting a hand on his steel sword.
"Did you hear something?" He asked softly. The rest looked
startled, but shook their heads, murmuring no's as they peered
into the darkness.
Samara waved another stone in her hand, grinning. Blanche
frowned and shoved the other woman lightly, making the orc
wheeze another laugh. Samara stuck out her tongue and turned
around, shaking her rear at Blanche. Shakh wheezed louder, and
Blanche's frown deepened before slapping Samara's rear lightly.
Samara grinned and leaned close to the two.
"That's two out of the four that are up there. I wonder why they
left them there and didn't sell them?"
"The trek to the city is long," Blanche murmured softly. "And
merchants often won't buy from the dirty or those who are
obviously bandits. Especially not those who reside in Skingrad.
They assume the stones are stolen." She frowned at Samara. "I
want to see how you're getting them without them noticing."
"I as well," Shakh declared quietly. Samara cracked her knuckles
and disappeared momentarily. The orc looked around, then pointed
up towards the wall.
"There."
Samara inched along the wall quickly, her back against the ledge
several yards above the heads of the bandits.
"How is she doing that?" Blanche breathed. "There can't be
enough footing!"
"Thieves." Shakh said quietly, no audible contempt in his voice.
He breathed in sharply when Samara leapt from the thin ledge to
the square pillar holding the welkynd stone. She shoved the
stone into the small bag she had, hiding its glow, then
backtracking across the ledge, gripping holes in the wall to
keep herself from falling. She lightly balanced on the ledge of
the wall where they were hiding, and dropped, rolling forward,
and springing up onto her toes.
"You're like a godsdamned spider!" Shakh said, patting Samara on
the back, sending the young woman forward and into Blanche.
Blanche was suddenly very aware of the shampoo Samara used as
she steadied the younger woman. Her face flushed a little as she
looked up at Samara, who grinned down at her.
"You see me?" She said before stretching her arms. She saw
Blanche nod, then turn around, her voice a little unsteady.
"There's one more, then we can-"
"INTRUDERS!"
Blanche and Samara whirled to see a man and a woman, dressed in
a similar fashion as the others, drawing their weapons. Shakh
had already, with alarming speed, unsheathed his greatsword and
was running towards the larger group of bandits. Samara
disappeared, leaving Blanche alone with two bandits and their
very sharp swords.
One smirked, the grime on his tanned, leathery cheek giving his
blue eyes an insidious glint as he raised his sword. He dropped
his sword when a bolt of lightening hit him, causing him to fall
over and seize up. The other bandit, a Redguard woman with an
unsure look, raised her sword at Blanche.
An arrow planted itself into her stomach and she stopped,
dropping her sword. Blood spurted from the wound and she fell
backwards like a tree with a thump. Blanche looked wildly around
and saw Samara give her a little wave from a darkened corner,
above the chaos. Blanche was glad that at least her redheaded
friend was not an alien to tight situations.
She turned around as she heard a gasp from behind her to see the
bandit woman she had shot gripping the shaft of the arrow. She
made a pained sound as she tried to pull the arrow out. Blanche
fell to her knees and grabbed the woman's wrist.
"Stop. You'll bleed to death faster than I can heal you. What's
your name?"
"Suleen," The woman said weakly. Her breathing was labored, and
Blanche saw that the arrow had gone right through her hide
armor.
"Okay, Suleen, I'm gonna need you to slow your breathing a bit
and stay calm."
"There's an arrow in my gut!" the woman cried out. Blanche put a
hand over the woman's forehead and slid is across, a calming
spell in her hand.
"Shhh. I've got this. You're not the first battle wound I've
dealt with. What are you doing with bandits, Suleen?"
"My son-" She whimpered in pain, gripping Blanche's wrist
tightly. "Is very sick. He's at the Temple, and they're saying I
can't afford the treatment he needs to get better."
"That doesn't sound right. Tell me about his illness." Blanche
gripped the shaft of the arrow and conjured a pair of heavy-duty
scissors and began cutting away at the armor.
"He's three. Very smart, but has a cancerous sickness. If I
could just get part of the cut of one job here-don't pull it
out!" Her voice rose several octaves when she realized Blanche
was gripping the arrow.
"I'm not. Keep talking. I'm going to get this armor off of you,
alright?"
"Okay." Suleen gulped, sweat on her body. "His name is Malen."
Swords clanked in the background, and cries of pain rang out.
Blanche turned Suleen on her side, making the Redguard woman
groan in pain. She kept talking as her armor was pulled off.
"He flirts with any pretty woman, and really loves blondes."
Blanche smiled a little, despite the sight she was seeing. The
arrow hadn't traveled all the way through Suleen's body. A quick
,gentle twist of the shaft told Blanche that the arrowhead had
loosened, the binding most likely coming off from the wetness of
Suleen's blood. The chaos quieted, and suddenly Shakh was next
to Blanche.
"What are you doing? That's a bandit! She's the enemy!"
Samara appeared next to Shakh, peering down at Suleen. "She's
still alive? Are you gonna try to save her?"
"We should kill her." The orc said plainly. Suleen's breathing
quickened as she began to panic.
"No, please! I'm all my son has left! He needs me!"
Shakh put his hand on a dagger on his belt, but Samara grabbed
his arm.
"No. Don't take a parent away from their child." she said, the
shadows hiding her expression. Had the orc or breton seen it,
they would've seen the pain. She took a breath and knelt next to
Blanche.
"What do you need me to do?"
Blanche's heart swelled a little as she saw the resolve on
Samara's face. Blanche took a deep breath and bit her lower lip
for a second.
"The arrowhead came loose in her body. I'll need to get it out
if we're to save her. What I need you to do is grab some
potions, some rags, and a piece of leather or wood, something
for her to bite on. Shakh, you'll need to hold her down."
Both Samara and Shakh obliged as Blanche comforted Suleen. She
gently stroked the redguard woman's hair, holding a light above
them.
"I'm going to tell you exactly what I'm going to do, and exactly
what is going to happen, alright? The arrowhead is stuck in your
body, but the good news is judging by the blood loss, it hasn't
struck an artery. That means you're in no real danger because
I'm here. Now, this is what's going to happen now."
Samara handed her a bunch of rags and a small piece of firewood
as thick as her thumb and as long as her forearm. Blanche handed
it back. "Strip off the bark first." She turned back to Suleen.
"It's going to hurt, but I'm right here with you, okay? I'm
going to pull the shaft out, and then I'm going to pull out the
arrowhead and heal whatever damage it caused. " She grabbed the
newly naked wood and put it in Suleen's mouth. "Shakh is going
to hold you down, and keep you from thrashing. I'm an excellent
healer. Are you ready? When I get to three, I'll pull out the
arrow, and begin to pull the arrowhead out. Ready?"
Suleen whimpered, tears running down her face. Sobs wracked her
body, and Samara hald her right hand as Shakh gripped her
ankles.
"One..."
Suleen closed her eyes.
"Two..."
Samara held her breath and braced herself.
"Three!"
Suleen screamed in pain as the arrow was pulled out, the
stripped wood nearly breaking with the force of her jaw.
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Re: At my Feet (R)
By: Callidus Thorn Date: July 18, 2014, 3:30 pm
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[quote]
New chapter, not that anyone is reading it anymore XD
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I'm reading, just not as on the ball as I was before.
And nobody else is writing anymore :(
Anyway...
I have to say, I love the way those three talk with each other.
I'd like to say Shakh is my favourite of those three, but
remembering what happens later, I really can't ;)
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Re: At my Feet (R)
By: King Of Beasts Date: August 1, 2014, 8:03 pm
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I am reading lol
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